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# 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓 ᝰ |

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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Summary: A girl with odd morals found herself being acquainted with the most chaotic people she had ever met, especially when she's just trying to blend in with the crowd and not create a crowd.

AFTER WHAT seemed like an eternity, your chemistry class with Professor Crewel has finally come to an end; the Professor already dismissed your class by the time the bell rang. You deliberately stayed behind for a little while to collect your thoughts before proceeding to your next class.

By the time the Professor finally exited the classroom, you were already standing by your desk, your backpack was laid at your seat, and you began typing messages on your phone.

. . .

Ran <3

What class ru in rn?

History with Sir Trein why? I think we're almost done, but it felt so sloow [name]

Oh damn, our chemistry class just finished, but we're on our way to the alchemy lab lol

It honestly just felt like history class too ngl 😕

Ahh so lucky </33

Oh, it's your fave subject right??

Yep! I just find it similar to cooking yk?

Well, aside from these 'procedures' things, experimenting with things is similar to cooking!

Already taken some alchemy classes before attending this academy so I'm kinda confident that I'll ace the alchemy class lmao

Btw our next class will probably be pe

but I can already tell that it's gonna be pure torture

lmao, it's not even gym class yet and ur giving up already? loser 💀

Shut up, grandma 🙄

At least I don't have short legs

But I have access to your kneecaps how about that 💥🦵

..nvm i still wanted to keep my long legs :))

You-

You into that?

Damn didn't know you were that kind of person ran

Wait till I send this to tita HAWJKAKJ

DONT YOU DARE [NAME]

NO STAPPHH ASKAKKIWJJQKOP

I THOUGHT WE WERE GIRLFRIENDS???

[NAME]??

DONT JUST LEAVE ME ON SEEN ASKAKJQJQ

. . .

Ang cute hehe

Chuckling lightly at Hei-ran's messages, you quickly turned your phone off and returned it to your pocket, your eyes began darting around the classroom that was slowly filling with silence as the loud chatter faded away whereas your classmates got out of the classroom before you decided to stand up from your desk and tried to remove the wrinkles or wipe away the dust from your uniform — to ensure that you'd look presentable before entering the alchemy laboratory.

At least I have time to think of a plan soon while avoiding the twins at the same time...

You thought before you began to stretch your muscles and limbs as you released all the tension in your body from staying in the same position for hours. Well, it's not hours but it felt like it was ok? For some reason, however, you were quite grateful to have classes as it was the only way to temporarily avoid the twins before you even came up with a plan.

"..Hmm, I should probably head over to the alchemy lab right now before Sir Crewel notices." You mumbled under your breath, and by the time the sentence had already escaped your mouth — you let out a long yawn, still tired despite having gotten enough sleep.

You found yourself making your way towards the exit of the classroom. It was at the door that you suddenly ran into a familiar face — one of the fewer faces that you would willingly hang out with if you're the outgoing type. You expressed a polite smile, to which Silver nod in acknowledgment, before deciding to start a conversation.

"Oh Silver-san, what are you doing here..?" You asked in a casual tone, well at least you tried to. When in reality, you were simply trying your best to cover up the awkward tone to not make the sleepy man uncomfortable. You excused yourself by moving out of the way and motioned for the sleepy man inside, this could be your chance of getting a new friend if you tried being friendly enough.

"..I'm just here to pick some things up, that's all" Silver snapped out of his daze once he realized that you were asking him a question. Damn, did this guy even get enough sleep? And even if he didn't 't, he still managed to remain flawless than you with your eyebags clearly in view, if you didn't know any better — you would have called him the most beautiful man in the whole damn universe if you hadn't first met the Vil Schoenheit himself.

But you'd certainly root for him if he ever decided to rival the Vil Schoenheit.

"Were you about to exit the classroom just now, [Name]-san?" Silver inquired while donning a gentle expression, wanting to be polite as well before heading out of the classroom. Well, that certainly did take you by surprise — since Silver was known to have a bad memory when it comes to memorizing names.

Eh, it's probably just a coincidence

"Well, yes, which reminds me — do you mind if I wait for you here? Since y'know, we're heading to the same class?" Upon noticing Silver's aurora-colored eyes slightly widened in surprise at your proposal, the girl immediately wished that she could take it back. Were you that desperate to make new friends to the point where you'd be the one to take action? You could only wish for the earth to claim you as one of their own by now.

Your eyes widened in realization, before you began rubbing your nape in embarrassment at his lack of response — while also hoping that you didn't come across as too forceful in your offer.

"Unless you'd rather go alone? If that's the case then I'll-"

"I don't mind... it's about time to get to know old faces after all.." Silver responded, his surprised expression was quickly replaced by a serene expression while batting his eyelashes elegantly — adding the effect of witnessing a sleeping beauty in real life.

You fell silent as you didn't realize that you had been staring at him for too long until your [eye color] eyes made eye contact with his aurora-colored eyes, after processing what you did — you quickly offered him a close-eyed smile as your brows slightly furrowed with the corners of your lips tugging upwards, a blatant attempt to cover the fact that you were just caught staring rudely.

"W-Well..! I'll wait outside until you finally get the things you needed" You cleared your throat as the faint warmth began decorating your cheeks, while doing your best to avoid making eye contact with Silver by looking away from his figure, before exiting the classroom to wait for the silver-haired male to gather the things he needed for the Alchemy class.

You couldn't afford the possibility for him to see your flustered face, sure he might not be the type to tease others regarding their reactions, however, the thought of someone other than your closest friends seeing your reactions terrified you.

. . .

Did I do something wrong..? She seems incredibly uncomfortable.

Silver's bewildered gaze followed your figure exiting the classroom — his gaze remained unwavering before snapping out of his thoughts.

"...I should start packing my things now.."

Silver mumbled to himself before letting out a yawn and shook his head dismissively, returning his attention to the task at hand — he made his way to his desk that was located right in front of the certain [hair color]-haired girl. After that, he began gathering his needed and nearly forgotten items.

. . .

You left the classroom with an awestruck look before leaning against the wall near the classroom door. Your dilated pupils and parted lips were accompanied by the flourishing heat that gradually appeared on your face.

What were you doing out there [Name]?!

You internally scolded yourself, roughly cupping your cheeks to tone down the red dust decorating your face. You were raised to not only respect women, non-binaries but also men — so where did you learn how to look at them inappropriately ?!?

Well, in truth — you simply did nothing but looked into his aurora-colored eyes before averting your gaze from the sleepy man, whom also thought that he did something that managed to offend or made you uncomfortable.

After successfully toning down the red dust that adorned your tanned face, you could only sigh at your silly antics. You had to look natural or anyone passing by would think you were a lovesick idiot who didn't know how to mask her own emotions — luckily, students were currently unavailable as they were probably in the middle of a class, something you surprisingly were grateful for.

In the first few minutes of being stuck in your own company, the man you'd been waiting for finally came out of the classroom, creating a 'thud' noise as the door slid open, allowing the silver-haired man to leave the classroom before sliding it back shut. The couple of items buried in his arms didn't seem to bother him that much, as he slid the door open with ease.

"Ready to go?" You acknowledged the silver-haired man, who appeared to be preoccupied with ensuring that he had finally gathered the items he required. He quickly returned his attention to you and gave you a nod in confirmation after ensuring that no single item was forgotten.

Once everything was set, the both of you began walking towards your destination as the silence continued to fill the space between you two as minutes came by, with Silver walking beside you who was seemingly trapped in his dreamland. You, on the other hand, kept your gaze fixed on the floor while nervously fidgeting with the ends of your [favorite color] cardigan.

It's not that you were uncomfortable around him; in fact, you had been wanting to ask him since the first time you laid eyes on him. However, you assumed Silver had too many friends because of his attractive looks, so you didn't bother asking him to be your friend — afraid that he wouldn't be interested to be involved with someone like you. You were a fan of pretty faces, whether they belonged to a girl, boy, or a non-binary — in case it wasn't 't obvious.

You met him in the cafeteria; the reason Soo-min couldn't show up was that she was too busy at the time, especially as the vice-president of the student councils — you understood, though, and simply decided to wait for her in the cafeteria at the usual spot in the corner, the table where the both of you couldn't be bothered by anyone as Soo-min continued rambling on while you intently listened, dropping some side comments as you were invested in listening to Soo-min's daily gossip.

You were peacefully minding your own business, preoccupied with consuming your lunch, not even glancing at the bustling crowd surrounding the cafeteria until you felt someone tap on your shoulder. You turned your head around, and there it was: a sleepy, silver-haired man who looked like he was about to pass out because of his slight stumbling figure.

Out of panic, you hurriedly guided his arm to your neck and helped the sleepy man sit across from you. The said sleepy man then began dozing off to dreamland once he was comfortable in his seat, he was sleeping soundly across you, causing you to release a sigh of relief that you weren't aware you had been holding.

You both didn't have any more communication after the incident that happened, besides the fact that you woke him up when the cafeteria slowly began emptying. You wanted to let him sleep longer, but since classes were about to begin, you quickly woke him up before rushing out of the cafeteria once you were certain that the sleepy man had finally woken up.

Now that you noticed, time felt 10x slower as the awkward silence continued to fill the space between you two, the sound of your heels tapping against the concrete didn't help with the situation you were currently stuck in. You decided to fuck it all and take your chances, with the task at hand — a sudden boost of confidence and determination washed over you.

"..Y-you need help with those..?" You inquired, unsurely, but your voice came out in a meek tone rather than what you were hoping for, as your confidence had faded quickly by the time you let your mouth run while pointing to the items in his arms.

Pure terror swam through the pools of your [eye color] eyes, your gaze darted around nervously, but still averted your gaze from the sleepy man's figure. As if taking one look at the man would instantly get you killed — well, from someone who couldn't maintain eye contact to save her own life — yes, yes it felt like it.

This was noticed by the silver-haired man next to you, yet he chose not to point it out to spare you the embarrassment. It might not be that obvious to the public, but he could see your fingers fidgeting at the ends of your cardigan, as well as your gaze darting around except for his figure. Was it because of your timid appearance that the man felt compelled to look after you? or was it the devious and rowdy students here who might take advantage of your timidity? In any case, he was still determined to look after you in the same way that a big brother would look after their sibling.

Silver knew you were both the same age, and yet your actions somehow reminded him of the timid children that he occasionally visited at the orphanage he once grew up in along with his plenty of friends. And yes, he was aware that he could carry them alone, but he noticed how it was your way of breaking the awkward atmosphere between you two and decided to indulge you.

"Well, my arms had been aching for a while now.." That was a fucking lie — ladies, gentlemen, and non-binaries. He might look uncaring of others' feelings yet he simply didn't have the heart to refuse your especially, since you appeared determined just a few minutes before and he didn't want that expression to be wiped out instantly from your face — yes, Silver had been observing your expressions with a soft smile while you were busy overthinking. Silver couldn't 't help but let out a soft smile as he noticed how your expressions reminded him of one of the kids in the orphanage he once grew up in, that he occasionally visited in his spare time.

"O-Oh! Then please, let me lend a hand" You responded, as you were beaming with excitement, not expecting such a response from the man in question, but you were ecstatic, to say the least, that you could finally get rid of the awkward atmosphere. Even if the two of you were not conversing. You then smiled contentedly as you held out your arms, motioning to the man to place half of the items in your arms.

"Haha, sure.." Unbeknownst to Silver, a tender smile had appeared on his face. Silver then felt his drowsiness dissipate for the first time as if it had never existed in the first place. Silver had always viewed his drowsiness as a curse, as it was the sole reason he couldn't do normal activities without passing out, something normal people would view as strange. He tried sleeping for 8 hours in hopes that his condition would improve, but after several futile attempts, he soon gave up. Silver envied others' ability to stay active throughout the day despite feeling tired, whereas he couldn't even enjoy one activity without his eyelids closing on their own. The silver-haired beauty admitted that this was definitely something new to him, although he wouldn't mind experiencing it once more.

Silver then lent you half of the items in his arms, something he could carry easily, but seeing a proud grin on your face made Silver beam with pride. Anyone passing by could vouch for the fact that the scene in front of them was like watching siblings being wholesome together.

"..So, how're you doing so far?" You asked Silver who was walking next to you, hoping to strike up a conversation with the silver-haired male before you both arrived at your destination. Unlike before, your voice now held a hint of confidence as opposed to your previous tone a few minutes ago. After finishing your sentence, you glanced at the man beside you while examining his fair-skinned face for any reactions — damn, you knew he was a pretty guy and all, but you never thought the day would come to observe an attractive guy up close.

You know what, that sounded more creepy than I intended to, never mind then.

"I'm doing fine, thank you for asking, how about you..? Have you... encountered any difficulties?" Silver then cast a glance at your tan-skinned figure, his aurora-colored eyes brimming with emotions such as concern and worry. For some reason, you could tell his tone was genuine, unlike others who only asked out of politeness. It somehow made your heart swirl in joy upon sensing the sincerity held in his sentence.

"Nope! not at all, say Silver-san, I've noticed how you were always dozing off in the middle of the class so — hold on, let me just.." You shifted the items into your other arm while reaching for your [favorite color] cardigan's pocket, as you inserted your palm to reach for something. You let out an 'aha!' with a proud grin once you felt a certain item make contact with your palm.

You were radiating with pride when you held it out to the man beside you, the said item that was in your palm was a certain milk powder from the Philippines that you used to drink back when you begged your mother to buy you one. The milk powder was wrapped in a silver wrapper with a red and white sign reading 'Mik-Mik, Sweetened milk powder.'

"Oh? and this one is..?" Silver inquired, his brows perked up in interest at the item in your palm. Probably because products from the Philippines were not often featured here in Teyvat, thus explaining the slight confusion written on his face.

"Ahaha, this is a powdered drink I used to drink a lot when I was a kid, it's actually effective to me every time I found myself dozing off in a middle of a class. Hehe, I remembered the time I kept having a coughing fit in the middle of a class once, and I never felt like changing my identity and moving to another city until that happened!" A wave of nostalgia washed over you, as you elaborated with a serene smile to the aurora-eyed male beside you. However, a painful reminder soon came waving over you that you had nothing to remind you of home other than this snack that had stayed with you for about 4 months. Your serene smile gradually turned into a sad smile as soon as the realization struck you.

Now that you had thought about it — you had sworn that you'd never give this snack away, whether to friends or strangers. But maybe, it wouldn't be too bad to give this item up for the silver-haired male. It's about time to give it up as you had no intention of consuming it eventually; it would be a shame if the snack went to waste. Besides, it's not like your family didn't send you boxes of your favorite snacks/recipes every now and then during your stay here on Teyvat! Come to think of it, You had already purchased a variety of snacks and recipes on Teyvat with the help of your mother's friend's financial assistance, who happened to be Soo-min's mother. Speaking of snacks and recipes, your parents and siblings might be anticipating the arrival of the balikbayan box that you were supposed to send this week — guess you really gotta think of a plan soon, if you wanted to go home and started packing all the snacks into a balikbayan box.

"I'm not too sure if it would work for you though since it's not caffeine and all — I can't guarantee that it would be effective for you but feel free to give it a taste!" Only when the silver-haired man noticed your movement did he look at you with widened eyes as if you had just made a sudden declaration. Your once sad smile shifted into a sheepish grin as you held it out further for the silver-haired beauty to reach.

A faint smile appeared on his face while seemingly amused by your actions, as he reached for the item in your palm. Silver muttered a small 'thank you' as he placed the snack in his pocket before he reverted his attention to where he was walking, while you also did the latter. Unlike before, instead of awkward silence filling in the two of you — a comfortable silence replaced the uncomfortable silence. The type of silence where you and your old friend took a stroll together after reminiscing all the good times whilst enjoying each other's presence.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, an unknown figure could only stare at the scene in front of him as a hostile frown appeared on his tan-skinned face, along with clear disgust that began swirling in his orchid eyes. The white-haired man felt sick at what he was witnessing and opted to walk away from the area, but not before casting yet another disdainful glance at the clueless pair that was mostly planted on the [hair color]-haired girl. What was it about that woman that made the sleepy man feel at ease again around her? He was never the same towards Kakucho or him ever since that foolish incident, he knew the man longer than that woman ever did. So how come it was only the [hair color]-haired woman who managed to bring out that old side of his, that was buried so deep that not even he could dig it out?

To say that he wasn't a little hurt by this would be an understatement.

In any case, he was certain of one thing: he didn't like the way that [hair color]-haired woman clung to the silver-haired male as if they were already close acquaintances. He honestly couldn't believe that he was about to waste another second fretting over this as he has more important matters to take care of, rather than stand here and watched as his stomach gradually churned in disgust at the sight before him. However, if things were to continue in this manner, he would not hesitate to take matters into his own hands.

Meanwhile, the two of you soon arrived at your destination, time seemed to fly by rather quickly. The sound of your footsteps clicking against the concrete, combined with the silver-haired male's, came to a halt by the time both of you noticed a sign attached to the door that said 'Alchemy Laboratory.' Indicating that you and your friend arrived safely at your destination.

Wanting to somehow repay the silver-haired's kindness — you hurriedly shifted the objects to your other arm as your dominant hand made its way to the door handle to slide the door open with slight difficulty, especially with the items occupying your other arm.

"Oh? It seems like Professor Crewel hasn't arrived yet.." You lightly hummed to yourself in relief, relieved that you and your companion were not late and managed to reach the laboratory on time. Your [eye color] orbs began wandering around the bustling crowd with students seated around whilst chattering among their peers. By doing so, your [eye color] eyes came to a halt upon landing at the twins, who were fortunately occupied by chatting with some of your classmates — the expressions they both held on their faces meant that they didn't want to be part of the conversation they were having. Eh, you couldn't care less; the important thing now was to maintain low so the twins would finally forget about you.

Usually, everyone would call it a normal thing for students to do — if you could simply avoid the fact that a male with peach hair was trying to pick a fight with an indigo-haired male who was seemingly mocking the said peach-haired male nonstop, while a lilac-haired male was occupied with holding his annoyed friend back by preventing his friend's figure from approaching the indigo-haired male. They were even doing it in the front row of the laboratory where everyone entering the room could get hurt!

With the way the lilac-haired male was struggling to keep his friend's flailing figure in check, you could only imagine how it must've felt to keep an enraged bulldog from fighting the yapping chihuahua. During your freshman year, you'd sometimes hear plenty of rumors about the peach-haired man being a member of an infamous gang, along with his twin brother — not that you could care less about it honestly. For fuck's sake, you didn't have the strength or time to listen to such irrelevant rumors, unlike your friend Soo-min, who would drink it all up if it was in her best interests.

Everyone in the classroom seemed to mind their own business as they were paying no mind to the students who were about to beat each other's asses. Were these things considered normal that they didn't even try to stop the fight? Some were even placing bets and cheering them on!

You let out a nervous chuckle at the scene in front of you, especially towards the students who continued chatting happily with their friends despite a fight that was about to occur if it wasn't for the lilac-haired male holding his friend back.

You then unknowingly grabbed Silver's wrist against your palm while ducking your head down to excuse yourself and your companion to avoid getting the both of you involved in their business. However, it appeared that they have preoccupied themselves with their business that they didn't even notice your ducking figures making way beside them — hey, it's better than getting yourself involved, so it's not a bad start. It was also surprising that the glass bottles containing unknown chemicals remained intact despite the peach-haired man's flailing body, which could have hit one of the bottles.

You were aware that excusing yourself and your companion wouldn't stop the fight. Of course, not that you were intending to risk your own life just to stop a fight that had nothing to do with you. Who were you to interfere? Alright fine, you'd admit, however, that it was merely an excuse you made up to avoid being beaten to a pulp. You already had far too much on your plate to get yourself involved in fights, especially when you couldn't even land a punch.

"Well, now that's out of the way.. where do you think we should seat?" You innocently spoke to the silver-haired male beside you quietly, yet loud enough at the same time for him to hear you. You were too fixated on asking for his opinion to notice your hand tightening its grip on the silver-haired male's wrist — of course, not tight enough for it to exactly hurt the male.

"I can make a couple of suggestions but first.." As if emphasizing his point — Silver made a simple gesture towards your hand that was still connected to his wrist. Your [eye color] eyes then trailed where his finger was pointing before you abruptly let go of his wrist in fear of upsetting the male. Your tanned skin was soon adorned with flushed red cheeks, not from adoration, but rather from the embarrassment that you had unknowingly touched someone without their consent.

To distract yourself from the awkwardness, you reached for the left pocket of your skirt before slightly raising the item that came into contact with your palm. The item was revealed to be your [favorite color] handkerchief. It was the mentioned item that Hei-ran personally knitted for you as a birthday present. Which you then used to cover half of your face with your [favorite color] handkerchief, a feeble attempt to hide your still-flushed red cheeks. You could say that you were the 'quiet kid' back in your middle school, thus explaining this strange habit of yours that involved covering half of your face with a handkerchief every time you found yourself in an awkward situation.

"Ahem.. I'll take a lead on this one if you don't mind.." Ah, he must've noticed how you were too stunned by yourself to even do anything at this point. As he could only grab your unoccupied wrist the same way you did to him, not having the heart to try and snapped you out of this state. He then started marching towards the corner of the classroom with you following behind him — unlike the tables in the front and middle rows, the last row was filled with silence, with only a few rustling noises from students bringing out their textbooks and pens to accompanied the silence.

You purposefully left your stationaries behind since textbooks and pens weren't needed in the alchemy laboratory. It was presumably because usually the professor didn't do much except discuss some topics involving dangerous chemicals, but would occasionally elaborate further by experimenting in front of the students. However, if the professor was feeling "nice," which only occurred once in a while — they would occasionally allow students to conduct some experiments themselves. Of course, with the professor's guidance.

Just as you and the silver-haired beauty were about to take your seats on the tool chairs, a panting figure barged into the classroom, alarming the students, including the two rowdy males, who soon forgot about each other as they shifted their attention to the figure. The panting figure was revealed to be your class's professor, Professor Crewel, with the way he seemed to take his time catching his breath, said a lot about his disheveled appearance. His white and black hair was still parted to the side, but a few white and black strands stuck out, giving the impression that he had just returned from a marathon.

His black and white furry coat didn't seem to help his situation much, particularly the heat that began exploring his pale-skinned cheeks. You could tell it was uncomfortable that he began making his way to his desk, which was visible to the entire class, while he slipped out of his black and white furry coat through his shoulders. Exposing his tall and slender frame, he then rested his coat at the side of his desk.

"I... Apologies for the short delay, I suppose we could start our lesson for.. today" He heaved out, taking his time to collect all of the air before speaking. Professor Crewel supported himself by placing his hand on top of the desk as his other hand was busy combing through his disheveled white and black locks while exhaling all of the air. Whatever caused him to run a full marathon sure greatly exhausted your professor.

"..Kawata, Mitsuya, and Kunikuzushi return to your seats immediately!" After a few minutes of catching up to his breath, Professor Crewel's stern and demanding voice soon boomed through the whole laboratory along with the sound of his signature pointer slapping against his gloved hand. The said students then begrudgingly returned to their seats, but not before the indigo-haired male named Kunikuzushi showed the peach-haired male his middle finger with a smirk on his face, did he finally sit on the tool chair with a contented grin.

"..That's it-" The peach-haired male with the name of Kawata had just sat on the tool chairs with his friend before he started cracking his knuckles, as he swiftly leaped over the empty white desk and lunged forward in the air before collapsing onto the indigo-haired individual to beat the shit out of him. At the Alchemy laboratory, a series of chants, wails, and camera flashes occurred. Groans, grunts, and insults were heard from the two males brawling against the concrete. Accompanied by rough kicks, biting, strong tugging on each other's hair, and so on — basically a child fight. After recovering from the shock, it was only the lilac-haired male named Mitsuya, who immediately rushed over to prevent his peach-haired friend from seriously injuring someone.

With each student gradually circling the two individuals, some students shamelessly took out their devices and began recording the duo wrestling against the floor. Some students started placing bets on the winning horse while paying no mind to the physical condition of the two males wrestling. You and Silver had yet to be seated, being more concerned and invested in the brawl happening in front of you. Some students, however, with you included — could only do nothing but watched in a panic that a full-on brawl was appearing right in front of you.

"Ugh, just what in the world is going on here..?!" It seemed like the Gods finally heard your desperate prayer once again and decided to lend you a hand, thankfully a figure soon pushed himself through the bustling crowd of students to witness what was the commotion about. Professor Crewel was more than flabbergasted at the scene happening in front of him, before letting out an irritated scoff once his grey eyes landed on the students who were shamelessly betting and recording.

"What are you puppies standing there for?! Help me separate them or I will not let you all leave this laboratory until this has been taken care of!" Though it was only nothing but an empty threat, some students including you automatically snapped out of the daze, as you all hurried over to the two individuals on the floor by the time Professor Crewel's commanding voice was heard by the whole class. Few students separated into two groups to lend a helping hand to the lilac-haired male, who finally released a sigh of relief when a couple of students including you decided to help him out by holding back the now pissed and bruised Kunikuzushi who kept mumbling 'i'm gonna kill you' over and over again.

Honestly, though, you had never seen someone hate a person's guts as much as this short dude, and it was quite.. concerning, if you were to say so yourself.

"Uhh.. sir, I believe we need more students to help out-" One of the few students named Thoma, who was in the other group, willingly volunteered to help by holding the peach-haired male back with the other students, soon had his sentence cut short when an elbow harshly hit his lower lip before he unintentionally let go of the peach-haired male in shock at the sharp pain. Damn, that must have fucking hurt.

"T-Thoma?! Oh my god... Alright, you heard him puppies, don't just sit there and watch! help your colleagues out before I seriously fail you all for the rest of the semester!" The dual-haired man then took a good look at the blonde's face to see any signs of other bruises aside from his bruised red lower lip. Finding none, the dual-haired man then released a sigh of relief before sharply whipping his head towards the students who were still sitting on the tool chairs. Having no choice but to use his last resort for these stubborn and idiotic students, he began threatening the students by putting their grades at risk, knowing full well how much these students cared so much about their grades and that they would do anything to maintain their good marks at each semester.

"Eh? But it's just getting interesting~" Hearing the orders from the professor, Floyd's giddy grin quickly dissipated and was now replaced with an irritated frown. Slumping against the white desk in front of him, Floyd then began grumbling complaints with his head facing towards the side that faced the wall. While not even attempting to hide his annoyance, unlike his twin brother whose brows began twitching once in a while in irritation. You gotta hand it to his twin brother for remaining his calm posture when handling someone like Floyd because honestly, you couldn't even dream of keeping up with the posture if you were in Jade's position.

"Sure, sure Floyd, but I suppose it is time for us to lend them a hand." The calm teal-haired man named Jade — who was now standing by his desk, said to his twin brother with an exasperated sigh about his brother's behavior as he whipped his head towards the direction of his brother's desk while beckoning his twin brother who then begrudgingly came along. He and Floyd were close since birth so it shouldn't be any surprise to him that his teal-haired brother would have mood swings and would often drag himself into trouble simply for the sake of his entertainment. Now, don't get him wrong, the teal-haired man admitted that he also found immense pleasure when seeing people suffer, solely due to their stupidity. However, just because they bonded with these things together, didn't automatically mean that the teal-haired man would go along with whatever his twin brother had in mind.

"You twins can handle that, yourselves. I don't have time for something such as this" The light-gray-haired male lightly hummed, not paying mind to the professor's empty threat. Azul remained in his seat before he began pulling out his half-rim glasses from his pale-skinned face to scrub the white moisture that managed to occupy his eyesight with the help of the handkerchief for his glasses.

"Do we have to?" A long and tired sigh escaped the wine-haired woman's pale lips as her once closed eyelids slightly lifted, revealing her pale magenta eyes staring tiredly at the ruckus in front of her, while the aegean-haired male beside her simply chuckled in amusement at his friend's reaction. Despite a literal fight taking place in their presence, it was like watching a cat's gaze pierce through something that managed to greatly amuse the aegean-haired male.

"Why of course, Rosaria. As much as this is quite interesting to watch, we can't let our colleagues do all the work no?" The aegean-haired male soon stood up from his desk before making his way next to the wine-haired woman, who finally snapped out of trance upon hearing her friend's familiar voice. The aegean-haired male then started leaning against his friend's desk by the side. Before he lightly patted his sleep-deprived friend by her left shoulder, a well-known signal between them for one to get their ass ready to help the other.

"As if you ever did anything helpful, Kaeya." A crimson-haired man then rudely barged into the conversation between the two individuals by purposely bumping his shoulder against the aegean-haired man's shoulder, who was also known as 'Kaeya Alberich'. In response to this petty attempt of his stepbrother — Kaeya simply did nothing but rolled his periwinkle eye at the pathetic attempt made by the crimson-haired man.

"Now, now Diluc-san. I'd recommend prioritizing our colleagues' safety rather than bickering nonsense with your brother" A strained smile and furrowed brows were then painted to the navy blue-haired man's pale face. As much as Ayato enjoys the crimson-haired man's presence — there were quite a few times when he simply wanted to do nothing but personally bash his head against a wall nonstop, if it means for him to stop acting childish with his brother then he'd gladly do so.

"I haven't finished my sketch just yet.." An ash-blonde male whispered to himself, with an annoyed frown appearing on his frowning face at the same time. Staring at his unfinished, messy sketch with a pout on his face — Albedo was slightly annoyed that matters such as this, dare to waste his time simply for some child fight that almost occurred in his everyday lifestyle, so why attempt to prevent it now?

Needless to say, it took half of the classes' time and the entire section to prevent the two students from seriously injuring each other and possibly destroying one of the school's properties.

#miria writes #lovable idiot #chapter three #twisted wonderland x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x twst #currently dying bc of mik mik lol

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mammonology · 4 years

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Suns of beaches ⟨Mammon, Leviathan and Belphegor⟩

♡Mammon, Leviathan and Belphegor's reaction to you wearing a bikini

♡WC; 473

♡Lumi's notes; The title is pretty clever if you ask me 😂🤧

— [♡] ;Mammon

From upon seeing your pink polka-dotted bikini, he was sure you were an angel. He would stumble over his words so much it's funny, and it's not helping that his brothers are absolutely clowning him. "H–Hah?! Me? F–Flustered? Perhaps.." He mumbles, but he TRIES to look anywhere but your uh.. yeah nvm

He would not have it when you hang out with his brothers, yeah it's a family bonding experience but he's there too!! Mammon wants some love! He would totally whisk you away if you get too close to them, "Let's go look for sea-shells!" He loops his arm over to yours as he hurriedly walks to the sand.

"What's up with you Mammon?" You asked, crossing your arms together, "Nothing! What's up with you?" He asked, avoiding the question. You sighed and just took it as him being Mammon. But other than that the trip was successful and would 100% go again!

— [♡] ;Leviathan

Another blushy boy, he would hide his blushing face with the back of his hand as he mumbles how good you look. He just can't wrap his head around how angelic you look like that he might sneak a picture later ;)

Doesn't like sharing, so he'd be hogging you all day. "Levi! You've already hung with her for the whole day! Let us hang out with MC too!" Mammon would whine, as Levi's hand would be around your waist. "Get away Mammon!" He'd pry away Mammon from the two of you.

Would change his home screen to the picture he got of you at the beach, and would blush every time you mention it, but he doesn't bother to change it as he's proud of scoring someone like you ~

— [♡] ;Belphegor

He probably already saw you before-hand as he was the one the one that helped you decide on which bikini to wear. But it feels like it was his first, you approached the sleepy demon as he laid under the parasol.

He was wearing his swimming trunks as he bit his ice pop. "MC, you look great," He complimented, patting the space beside him. He gave you an ice pop to cool down, he tries to not let his eyes stray but he can't help it. Your body looks too great to not be worshipped, but he doesn't say anything, only sneaky peeks and when he thinks you're not looking, he looks.

"Where are you looking at Belphie?~" You'd tease, he would scoff as he looks away. "At you of course," he would give out a straightforward answer. "Like what you see?" You'd try to fluster him again, he just nods. He might look relaxed but this man's heart is beating out of his chest. "I'm gonna go swim," he said as he tries to cool himself down, you weren't gonna let him go that easily.

✧Lumi

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios

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fibiscuits · 3 years

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Rayaari

Gay Fan Fiction Series

Season 1, Ep 4 {At the Balcony}

The day ended and both are thinking of what they've just felt and fell asleep.

Another day came and Raya is having her best sleep when something wake her up.

Raya's Perspective

Raya: *wakes up* hello? Is someone there?

Sisu: WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!!

Raya/startled: OH TOI YOU STARTLED ME!

Sisu: HAHAHA c'mon breakfast is ready.

I went down stares and as I was walking I heard a familiar laugh down stares. Oh my its Namaari, but what is she doing here? Nvm

So I went down at the balcony and greeted my Ba a Good morning.

Raya: Good Morning Ba!

Chief Benja: Good Morning Dewdrop

Namaari: Morning Dep'la

Raya/shoked: well I see that theres no good to your morning huh.*mocking*

Namaari: oh.. gOoD mOrnINg pRinceSS.. Is that better? *mocking*

Raya: Neh... Any ways gOoD mOrnINg tO yOu ToO pRinceSS. *mocking*

Namaari/Raya:{Getting Mad}

Chief Benja: Ladies don't quarrel lets just sit and enjoy breakfast

As they have breakfast, at the other end of the table Raya and Chief Benja are talking.

Raya: Ba, why is Namaari here?

Chief Benja: Well last night as you go up to your room Namaari somehow fainted.

Raya: FAINTED?.. Fainted? Why?

Chief Benja: Well turns out she hasn't slept for 3 days thats why she collapse. But shes good now.

Raya: oh ok,... Its good to know that shes good.

Chief Benja: So why are you worried about Namaari?

Raya: uhhh... Well... I just wanted to know why she's here thats all... I'm not worried or anything... Hahah..

Season 1, Ep 3

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fortheloveofkuroo · 4 years

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HAIKYUU AU:

Part 1 Part 3

Karasuno boys are having a sleepover in your place, their Manager!

4. Nishinoya Yuu

Yea boi he's excited.

Yuu have been always a fan of yours. Sure he loves Shimizu Kiyoko more than anyone (expect Tanaka lmao) But you, you're just so different that you shines in his eyes.

"Sleepover at (Y/n)'s home?! Not Bad!"

He is excited as hell.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Is your house bigg?" He excitedly asks. "Well, you'll see." You answered.

He cannot calm down geez. Unlike Asahi, who's nervous as hell he's very excited and everybody can tell.

"You guys can dry yourselves here, i'll shower first and prepare your dinner!"

Something about seeing your domestic self seems very unusual to him. He's not used to you who's not yelling and controlling people in the Gym.

You seems very famous for your strictness to the boys. But they're not complaining though.

He waits (strangely) patiently and being his usual self, with Tanaka he guards the bathroom.

"We, as a real gentlemen we have to guard our lady from danger. Especially when she's in her vulnerable state." Nishinoya explained. Tanaka answered with his nods.

Ofc you can hear everything from inside. "OI YOU TWO GET OUT FROM THE DOOR!" you opened the door, with bathrope on and wet hair.

Ofc these two guys arestunned. "Omg (Y/n), you're actually so hot-" "GET OUT!" you kicked both of them to the living room and quickly change to your clothes.

Doesn't took too long before you finished cooking dinner with Sugawara and bring them to table.

They all eat so much. You barely eats. That's alright, they worked so hard. It must be tough for them.

This guardian deity noticed that you don't eat much. So he gave a few portion of his Karaage to you. Without you even noticing.

"Eh,? I'm sure i finished mine though." You wondered. Nishinoya grins, "It seems like the Kaarage fairy likes you, (Y/n)!" Followed by cheering from Hinata asking if Kaarage fairy is real or not.

You know it's from him. It's not rare for Nishinoya sharing his food but it warms your heart.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted before Sugawara holds himself. "No you're not! I don't trust you!"

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

Omg the chaos. You had enough for some point.

"Geez! I'll sleep by myself. Don't make a ruckus and Good night." You snaps while closing the door. Leaving some of them guilty.

You can't lie that you feel a little upset. Maybe you're tired. Yeah, you're prolly tired. You're gonna apologize to everyone in the morning.

It's been hours since you turn off the light. Hell it's already midnight and you can't seems to fall asleep. You're mentally and physically tired but your eyes don't want to close even an inch.

So you left your room. Moving around a little hoping you'll get (even) more tired. You move slowly, making sure you don't make so much noise that loud enough to wake everybody.

A glass of water is enough to calm yourself down right? Nah it's not. You're still hungry.

"Psst. Hey."

You turn your head around, a boy with dark drown locks and a little golden blonde highlight on his bangs. It's undoubtly him.

"Noya? You haven't sleep yet?" You whispered to him. He shakes his head, but both of your movement is too loud for the first year that ate sleeping in the living room so you dragged him somewhere else.

Should you bring him to your room? Dang it but you're still upset. So you dragged him outside to terrace. Letting go of his hand as you two sits.

"Why are you still up?" Noya shrugs. "I don't know. How about you?" You shrugs back. "Idk. Prolly-" your stomach suddenly shrieks, cutting your words and Nishinoya cannot help but laugh.

"D-Don't laugh! You'll wake everybody!" You hit his arm as he coughs. "Um, wait here 'kay" he left. You have no idea what he's planning but oh well.

You hug your knees as you looks up, the sky is so clear. Thanks to the rain and storm earlier.

You nose picks up something. A savory delicious smell coming from inside the house. Wait is this his plan?

Not so long, Noya came back with two noodle cups. He gave one to you and place himself right next to you. He only give you a grin before you two busy enjoying your instant noodle.

Not only your stomach but your heart warms up now. It's the little silence that you two in.

You smiled. After putting your cup of noodle away you chuckles.

Nishinoya confused. "What? You still hungry??"

You shakes you head, "I just don't remember keeping instant cup noodles though.." "Oh it was mine. I brought spare food everywhere, because y'know i eat a lot." Nishinoya grins.

You thanked him as you ruffles his golden bangs. And your hand quickly got snatch from his head before you know it you already cornered between him and the cold concrete wall behind you.

Is this what kabedon looks like?

He slowly release your hand and apologize. Very ashamed of what he have done. He excuse himself but you stopped him.

"...Stay for a while."

God how can he say no?

Being in the same grade as you provide him with a lots of opportunities. Not only he can see you everyday outside the club activity, he's given the opportunity of interacting with you because you two are in the same class ans apparently, you sat beside him.

He nods and sits back while you quietly watch over his side profile. Damn, you never knew that Nishinoya is actually.. Pretty good-looking.

"Sorry, i acted without thinking earlier."

"Nah, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Also, gotta admit though, you look cool with your hair down, Noya."

You can tell he's surprised. A girl? Tell him he looks cool? What? In? The? World? Is? Happening???

It seems like the cold air and the full stomach is now making you drowsy. Noya notices this, he grabs your hand and leads you to your room.

"There there. Sleep tight kay?" He spoke as he cover your whole body with blanket. It's warm.

But it's not enough.

"Hnnh.. Noya, cold." You whine.

"Haa?? Then what do you want me to do? Cuddle you up?" He jokes. Well suprisingly you nods.

Noya shocked, but why not right? He smiles as he enters the soft blanket of yours and sighed.

"Fine i'll spoon you."

5. Tanaka Ryuunosuke

OMF THE CHAOS

He's literally dreading to go to your house.

"Oh shit nvm Kiyoko-san is number one- ...but sleepover at (Y/n)-san's house though, BUT KIYOKO-SAN!! B-But (Y/n)-san.."

Yeah that's what his mind probably looks like. He obviously loves Kiyoko but heck, when you appear infront of him. It's like another flower has bloom.

He swear to himself that he only devotes himself to Shimizu Kiyoko and not do anything weird but protect you as Karasuno's manager and that's it.

But when he enters your house, and seeing everybody so relaxed, he thinks "heh why not?"

Especially when he saw you getting out from the shower. He feels like he just cameback fro a long day at work and his wife is serving him-

WAIT NO THINK OF SHIMIZU KIYOKO.

Dang it, he hates himself. He can't pick. He loves Kiyoko so much but you.. You keep disturbing him.

And ofc you don't even know that this is what's going on. You only think that Tanaka loves Shimizu-senpai so it's cool he acts very defensive to the managers especially when they're outside the school.

But why is so nervous yet so happy when he sees you?

You cameback from the kitchen, placing the dinner on the table with Suga-san helping you out.

The entire scenario of you being his wife serving him right after he cameback from his work is very vivid.

He shakes his heaed as he stuff and chomps down his rice. Secretly stealing a gaze over your direction. Everybody's attention is slightly moves towards you too.

The way you eat, the way you speak, the way you smiles..

He ignores those all and focus on his meal and moves his focus elsewhere by teasing another member whose embarassed or flustered just because they're in your house.

But he's secretly overwhelmed too.

And not so long it's sleeping time.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

"I'LL DO IT!" "NO YOU DUMBASS! STOP COCKBLOCKING ME TANAKA!" "STOP IT YOU TWOO!!!"

Sugawara was quick to respond. But you already sighs and shakes your head. "Nevermind i'll sleep by myself.. Goodnight Guys."

Shit. He felt guilty now.

He tried to erase his feeling of guilty away, Nishinoya and the others are very quick to fall asleep. They left him alone. Awake in the darkness.

He can't sleep with this guilty feeling on his chest. As a true man, he must deal with his problem straight away.

So he brace himself and lightly knock on your door.

No answer. "Shit, she's probably already asleep. I should just wait untill tomorrow-" and the door opens.

Revealing you with a sleepy face and messy hair. So you did already sleepy.

"S-SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO INTERRUPT. PLEASE GO BACK TO SLE-" "Tanaka shhh.. Not so loud.." you yawns as you rubs your eyes.

"It's fine, what is it? I'm awake now." You smiles. He want to say something. Tanaka is a simple guy, if something is interrupting him, he will told you immediately.

"No ah.. I'm sorry (Y/n)-san. You should probably go back to sleep-" "Geez.. Be quite!" A shout suddenly startled both of you. Causing you to quickly drags Tanaka inside and shutting the door.

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

Man, Tanaka Ryuunosuke is stop working.

He's inside your room, he always wonder what a girl's room looks like. (His Onee-san's room is a very different one in his perspective)

"Hellooo? Earth to Tanaka? Ya there?" You wave your hand infront of him as you tap his bald head.

"A-Ah yes! It's.. I want to apologize about earlier." "Huh? Oh, that's alright. I was just tired so a little ruckus kinda bugs me. But that's okay, i'm sorry too for sounding so annoyed, eheh."

Your awkward pure genuine smile moves his heart.

He smiles. Is that it? Is this his choice?

"Say (Y/n)-san.." "Geez Tanaka drop the suffix. We're in the same year." You protest. Tanaka awkwardly chuckles and nods.

"What is it?" You wonder. Anticipating an answer from a boy who's sitting infront of you.

"Do you.. Have someone in your mind?" He looks down. Didn't even that brave to look at your eye. Untill he feels a little thud in his shoulder. He looks up..

You fell asleep on his shoulder. Oh my God.

The panic.

He's panicking inside and it shows. You, who's now asleep and sound on his shoulder suddenly slides to his lap.

He quickly carry you to the bed and tugs you in.

"This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad"

Poor boy lol.

But one things he notices, your hand.. It won't let go of his hand. Even though he relase your hand, you kept looking for his hand.

"How adorable," he think to himself.

"...Don't leave."

"..I won't. Because, i think i love you.."

6. Kageyama Tobio

Honestly, this boi can't behave himself when he's near you.

HE ADORES YOU AWWW.

Y'know ya boi Tobio never really cares about the outside world of voleyball. So he never notice any stuff that's going around even if A LOT of girls in his class are crushing on him.

In the middle school everybody seems so distant from him because of his past attitude, but he's willing to change when he came to Karasuno and boom, he met you.

What a spark of fireworks.

So now his world revolves around two things. Voleyball, and you.

Kageyama doesn't want to bother you, so he decline. But his poor self didn't bring umbrella. He already made up his mind that he'll sprint to home untill he (accidentally) heard your quarel with Daichi.

Well, why not?

So this boy tags along, and being the polite boy he is he behave SO POLITE IT HURTS YOUR EYES.

"Jesus Kageyama, you don't have to be so polite." You laughs as the other members starting to notice. Kageyama's forehead form a confused expression.

He's actually pretty quiet and calm in your house. Your house remind him a lot of his Grandma's house. The atmosphere, and the living room is practically almost identical.

He tried to enjoy the moment but ofc Hinata Boge will annoy tf outta him.

When you distribute the towels, something struck your mind and he snaps you out of it.

"(Y/n)-senpai? Is anything wrong?" You shakes your head and gave him a thumbs up, i forming everything's fine. He's happy with the little interaction that you're both having.

That's just enough for him.

It's almost his turn to shower, some of the member that showered first already back, and Hinata decided to go ahead and shower first. Taking over Kageyama's turn and leaving him behind.

He was about to chase after him but Daichi pulls him back. "Don't make any ruckus." He advised Kageyama.

But Hinata strangely came back with a pale face. As if he runs to a ghost or something.

"Oi what happened? You run to a ghost or something?" He asked, mocking him.

Hinata face turns to serious yet doubtfull. Oh shit something serious must have happened. Kageyama nudge him. "What happened?"

Hinata gulps, "... I saw Suga-san and (Y/n)-senpai in the kitchen.. They were.." Kageyama scoffs. "Yea they were cooking. What else they should be doing, huh?"

"No! Listen.. They were.. Ugh.. S-Suga-san.. Cornered (Y/n)-senpai.." Hinata whispered to him. Kageyama's heart almost stopped. So it's true.

A while ago, while he was practicing his jump serve, his ear caught something rather interesting. The third years were discussing about the managers. Including you.

"How about (Y/n)?" Daichi asked. "Aaah, i think everyone in the team atleast have a crush on her though. I mean ofc i had a crush on her, who wouldn't?" Sugawara jokes. Bur Asahi agreed too.

What? So he against the senpais too?

And the first years and second years too. Wow you sure are popular.

He gets up, clenching his towel between his fist and walked to the kitchen. While Hinata tried to hold him but poor guy he gets thrown away :(

Once he stepped to the Kitchen, he saw you and Suga. But both of you are blushing. Shit, he doesn't want to admit this but he think Hinata's not telling a lie.

"Oh Kageyama? The bathroom's that way." Sugawara's finger gesture over the bathroom and helped you with the meal. He can see a glistened of rivalry in his kouhai's eyes.

"Thanks." As Kageyama shuts the door. He curse to himself. Now he have to compete with Sugawara too? Not only the setter position but.. Girls too?

He spent his showering session by collecting himself. He must not show any emotion of upsetness. Then he gets out and surprise surprise he bumped into Sugawara.

The silence between them omg.

"Excuse me-" "Hinata told you, didn't he?"

"Shit. He knew. Now play dumb Tobio."

"H-Huh? What did you say, Suga-san?" He lies. Sugawara know from the start that Hinata will run to Kageyama and spill everything. And Kageyama Tobio is bad at lying.

"You know, that me and (Y/n)-" "Food's ready!! Everybody let's gather aroundd!" His words were cut off by Daichi's announcement.

The whole dinner session are spent well, Kageyama's usual quarell with Hinata about the food and you being so wholesome and kind about it.

But the way you and Sugawara's movement after that kitchen incident keeps bothering his mind. What if Sugawara..

And dinners ended. It's turn to sleep now. He's kind off sleepy already because of his routine. So after the room division, he will go straight to bed, he think.

"Um.. Due to lack of the space, one of you have to sleep with me."

What

"I VOLUNTEER MYSELF!" Nishinoya shouted. But he gets hold back by Sugawara. No no no. He cannot let anyone especially Sugawara to sleep with you.

"Nishinoya-senpai is tiny so i'm sure he can sleep with the others just fine." Kageyama adds. "HAAH WHAT DID YOU SAAAYYY?!"

"Let's go to the distributed room first and see, who's the one left. He gets to stay with (Y/n)-senpai." Kageyama proposes. Actually not a bad idea.

At first everyone doesn't want to take their place but their tired body forces them too. One by one, they all collapsed on the futon or matresss once they saw one. And that left us with Sugawara and Kageyama.

"You should choose, (Y/n)." Sugawara smiles.

Kageyama's almost lost because of his consciousness running out. He's THAT sleepy yall.

"Well then, i think i'll pick.." "Sugawara! There's one spot left here!" Before you can decide, (again) Daichi interrupts. And Kageyama's eyes almost rolled back because of his sleepiness.

"Fine then. Goodnight (Y/n), Kageyama." Sugawara smile as you both walk back to your room. Holding back his emotion.

You told Kageyama to wait and prepare his bed. You feel sorry for him, he must be so tired and yet he still force himself to fully awake.

"There, Kageyama. You can sleep now- Ehhh!" Whaddya know sis, he falls down. Face first to the matrass luckily not the floor.

You chuckles a little. This boy is very adorable. You know how he adores you when you help hin with his set practice. You ran your fingers trough his jet black hair, combing his hair.

"...Nyam, i like you.. (Y/n)-senpai..."

WOW. Didn't expect someone will confess to you trough sleep talking but sure i guess. A little laugh burst from you lips. Cheeks a lil' warm.

"Sweet dreams, Tobio.."

Part 3 coming upp~

#haikyuu au #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu #haikyuu tanaka #tanaka ryuunosuke #kageyama tobio

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soojungstal · 5 years

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Morning Call

Warning: Smut, GxG, KrystalxFemReader

Krystal woke up when she felt something crawling inside the blanket and her night pajamas. She's feeling tired since you and her made love last night.

She then start feeling kisses on her nape and neck. Her breathing became ragged at that.

"Soojung?" You mumbled while kissing her neck.

"Y-yeah?" She can't even talk properly and she's already breathing heavily.

"I love you..." You said making her blush. Krystal don't want to hear that words since the day they you became lovers because it's making her blush and she's hiding it through rolling her eyes that's why you always call her "mean" but not now.

"I'm tired... We just made love last night." She told you.

"Then I'll make you more tired and sore till you can't walk anymore. You have no schedule this week anyway."

Krystal can't really believe how you became sexy and wild when it comes to bed, because when it's just a normal day, you don't look like someone who can ravage her in bed and make her feminity sore.

"I have a practice tomorrow for our 1st concert..."

"Really? Alright then, I'll go with you tomorrow." You mumbled as you left hickeys on Krystal's shoulder.

"I hate you." The other girl said.

"And I love you more."

You skillfully unbuttoned her night pajamas from behind. Krystal is not wearing a bra when sleeping so it's easy for you to just massage her healty twins after unbuttoning her pajama tops.

Krystal bit her lower lip as she was engulfed with your flame and starts feeling the pleasure you're giving her.

She released a throathy breath when she felt your fingers playing with her nipples.

You harshly pull the thick blanket covering both of your clothed body and threw it somewhere before crawling on top of Krystal. You brushed your lips to Krystal's lips teasing her to kiss back. Krystal obliged and kiss you slowly and passionately with her eyes closed. Krystal felt your smile throught their kiss that made her heart flutter.

You pulled off and looks at Krystal who's now slowly opening her eyes. You look straightly through Krystal eyes seeing the happiness she have in those cute yet deadly eyes.

"I feel cold, you threw the blanket away." Krystal whined as she find her way through your neck and wraps her arms around it. You lowered your head to kiss Krystal's neck and the other girl tilted her head to the side for you to have a better access on that certain part of her body.

"Don't leave marks there, they'll wonder where I'd get that." Krystal mumbled.

You trail kisses from her neck to her collarbone.

"D-damn..." She mumbled as she bit her lower lip when she felt her your teeth bit her skin and felt a stinging pain and suck it afterwards surely living a visible mark there.

You move down to her chest and continues trailing kisses between the valley of her breasts before proceeding in sucking Krystal's little soldiers.

Krystal arched her back and slams her hand on both of her side before gripping the bedsheet hard as she feel the sensation and too much pleasure.

"F-fuck..." She cursed and closed her mouth to prevent releasing such seductive moans. The aircon is not much of a help since she's feeling so hot and beads of sweat are forming on her forehead.

When you're making love, Krystal doesn't want you hearing her moans as much as possible but it's hard to do it when her you're giving her so much to feel. Excitement, contentment, happiness and intense pleasure.

"A-ahh..." She moans lowly and gripped the bedsheets on both of her side.

You slide your finger inside Krystal's underwear and touch her clit making the latter gasp.

"What do you want me to do?" You whispered on her wife's ear while rubbing her clit. Krystal didn't espond as she was focusing on the pleasure she's feeling, eyes closed while biting her lips, it was the hottest look of Krystal at the moment.

You rubbed her clit faster and Krystal's hips is also moving, trying to ride on the rhythm.

"M-more..." She said between gasping and moaning quietly.

"What? I can't hear you" You teased.

"P-please... I need m-ahh!" She didn't get to finish her words and instantly moans when you stuck two fingers inside her and starts to thrust in and out slowly.

She wrapped her arms around your neck and buried her face on the crook of it, muffling moans she's trying not to release.

"P-please... please..." She whispered on your neck while panting, her legs wrapped around your waist, constantly moving her hips to feel more pleasure.

You kiss her shoulder before asking, "Tell me what to do Krystal and I'll gladly obliged." your seductive voice sent chills down her spine and made her aroused more.

"M-make love with--ahh... me" She hardly said. You fasten your pace inside her walls that made her insane.

"Don't s-stop... please... please!" Her walls suddenly tighten around your fingers indicating that she's going to cum.

You hissed when she bit the skin on your neck pretty hard and suck it leaving a hickey, she did it few times on your neck to prevent herself from moaning loud and you can't do anything but take all the painful bites. Krystal can be dangerous at times but you also love when she reacts like this.

"I'm cumming..." She said with her eyes focused on you, biting her lips as she saw those beads of sweats forming on your forehead, she thought that it was the hottest thing she ever see that morning.

"I-I can't hold any l-longer..." She said in almost a high pitch. A few more thrust and she bucked her hips for the last time, body convulsing as she cum on your fingers.

You just smirked at the sight of her closing her eyes, panting while her chest heaves up and down trying to breath some air. You started moving your fingers again and she flinched.

"H-hajima... I'm still s-sensitive! Aah~!" She slapped your arms and held your hand trying to stop you from moving inside her.

"I'm g-gonna cum again." She slammed her other hand on the bed and gripped the bedsheets hard. She arched her back and notntoo long when she cums on your finger again.

"I'm e-exhausted..." She said in between her pants. You looked at her face and smiled at her sight.

Messy hair, eyes closed, red face and lips swollen from constant biting and kissing. You pulled out your fingers from her making her moan again, she still manage to glare at you after the exhaustion you made her feel.

You stood up to fetch the blanket you threw earlier before going back to lay doen beside her and cover her half naked body with the blanket. She switched her position to face you and just stares at you. You stared back straightly to her eyes and wipes off the sweats on her forehead before kissing her there. She find it sweet when you do that after you made love because it made her feel lovable.

"Aww! What was that for?!" You whined when she pinched your arm in the most painful way.

"Unfair, I was almost naked while you're fully clothed. And, we just made love last night! I feel so sore down there! Were you aroused just this morning?" She asked while glaring at you, you rubbed the part of your arm she pinched before pouting.

"I don't know, atleast I made you moa--aww!" You once again felt the pain of her pinch. Her face blushing but hiding it with her usual annoyed face.

After that you two became quiet when you felt her tracing something on your neck.

"It's pretty dark, I think it'll stay for atleast a week. This can be spotted easily, ugh just why do you have to- nvm." She whinned, still her eyes is glued on your neck.

"Yeah, that's because you bit it pretty hard. It stings you know?" You said. You know that it's not just one but many. She just smirked and looks at you with the visible emotion in her eyes.

'Love'

"I love you" You whispered but it's enough for her to hear.

"I hate you" She said rolling her eyes, her usual reaction.

You held her hand that's tracing on your neck and interwines it with yours. Krystal just stares at you weirdly before spotting the smile plastered on your face. She look at your hand and hers and instantly knew the reason why you smiled. It's a promise ring that nobody knows except the two of you, the fans have been noticing the ring Krystal's wearing but they don't know the meaning of it since there's no other idol that's wearing it so they thought that it's a promise ring for herself and not anyone else.

She smiled but hides it instantly. She doesn't know how to express how she loves you so she intend to act cold when it comes to sweet things but you know more than anyone that she loves you too.

"Come on, let's sleep. I know I made you tired again." You said before sliding your arm under her head and made it as her pillow before kissing her forehead once again.

You just smiled when you glance at her and saw that her eyes are already closed.

"What a sleepy baby."

[Note: This is my first time writing smut soo-- nvm please follow me on my instagram fro more kpop/krystal content (@cessy_jng) thank you!]

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if i go, i'm goin' (your love will take me there) | nora montgomery x dara ann lynch x billie dean howard

summary: not even in a hundred years, a love like Dara’s was ever seen, but those lucky enough to be the receiving end of it knew how much pureness and sincerity it held. Some of those wished, however, to have been the only end to receive that love but still they found their true home right in between her arms. And maybe in another time, another life, Dara’s love would have been all Nora’s. However, as Nora felt fuller yet lighter in the living room of her home for the past one hundred years…she found herself wishing for Billie to keep taking care of their greatest love.

words: 14,759

n/a: this is going to hurt so fucking bad, I’m already crying. The story is divided in two almost individual parts connected in the middle. It will tell the extents of Dara and Billie’s love in the beginning…and then switch to the love that was meant to be.This doesn’t mean I won’t keep writing for Nora and Dara or including Nora in other stories, but those would probably be pre-2020/2021 most of the time! I hope y'all enjoy this one, because I did a lot of research and…well, NoraDara owns my heart fully for the rest of my life.

n/a 2.0: Also, analyzing how Billie and Dara’s relationships are, we (Vivi and I) found that there were similarities between BillieAudrey and NoraDara as separate units, and since I did explore the former first a few times already, it’s time for the latter to come alive (pun intended).

n/a 3.0: I’ll be taking a break from writing for a while, so this is the last long thing I’ll be posting. I hope y’all enjoy it.

[23:35] How-t Stuff: I miss you :(

[23:38] How-t Stuff: Annie, I see you in your phone from the living :((

Dara only chuckled silently at that, amused because she could actually see Billie in the couch typing in her phone. It was one of the perks of living in a tiny apartment, even if they were separated, they could see each other from the other room just by open a door. Damien was already asleep, hugging her from behind, so she couldn’t do much sound in case she woke up.

It was easy to type a ‘hang in there honey’ and close her eyes, feeling how her headache was getting better after being able to down some food and having some painkillers along with muscle relaxant for her leg. The only thing she didn’t like, however, was feeling herself uneasy because medicines usually messed up with her body and her perception.

[23:46] How-t Stuff: This couch is so uncomfortable...why do we still have it???

[23:48] How-t Stuff: Also I found your fancy lighter in between the cushions :)

[23:50] How-t Stuff: also found your purple thong oops

She really wanted to go to sleep, but having Billie trying to be...cute? was really something else. But Dara was already falling asleep, and with only one eye open she texted her back a ‘you’ve been saying the same fr 6y, r u planning on sleepin there much’ and ‘sTOP hIDINg my underwear in places you forGet’ before switching her phone to night mode and hiding it under Billie’s pillow. Of course she was sleeping in Billie’s side and maybe she was wearing one of her pyjamas, she also missed her, but she kinda deserved it.

The memory came back to her, making Dara feel dizzy and she closed harder her eyes, trying to get it out. She wasn’t in the mood of thinking about Audrey or Danielle for that matter, even when both had kinda been the reason Billie was sleeping in the couch and she had her teen niece pressed against her back, sleeping soundly like a baby koala. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t hate any of them, in fact Dara was pretty sure she didn’t hate anyone ever in her life...not even the poor devil that assaulted her and scarred her as a teen...

[01:50] How-t Stuff: Uhm...love, beige or sky blue?

[02:10] How-t Stuff: nvm, black is prettier

[02:30] How-t Stuff has sent an image.

[02:32] How-t Stuff: we have new couch wohoo!

[03:32] How-t Stuff: i love you my dalfoddil

When Dara opened her eyes, she felt her head all clogged but at least her body didn’t hurt that bad or at all. Damien was now cuddling herself in her side of the bed, heavily asleep, so with care she tried to stand up to go get a glass of water. Her phone forgotten under the pillow, her hands went to retrieve her cane from where it was resting immediately. Oh, she wasn’t so confident today about walking, so even when she had support with one hand she still made her way slowly.

Rubbing off the sleep from her eyes, Dara looked first to where her wife had slept just to find an empty spot. But soon the toaster going off made her notice Billie, facing the kitchen counter, trying to do something in the stove. She truly looked disheveled, more than usual upon waking up, and a soft pang of guilt rang through Dara's body.

"Are you making tea?" when Billie turned around, Dara was leaning on her cane and looking shyly at her, which made her change her whole wrecked expression to one much softer.

"And toasts, I remembered your mother gave us blackberry jam not long ago and I thought, hell, why not?" she laughed a bit nervously before leaning in the counter to wait for the water to start to boil in the little old pot that's been around since day one. "Is the kid up?"

Dara shook her head slightly and then went to Billie in automatic, pressing her lips together in a chaste kiss meant to be longer than that, but the older medium complied with a soft grin. She already knew this little start of the day meant the world to her wife so Billie wasn't that worried about the 'couch arrest'. However they couldn't say much more because a sleepy Damien made her way to where her aunts were, getting breakfast done, and they were moved to another rhythm of life.

It was easy for Dara to shift in between being her private persona and the one she usually presented to her family, and Billie noticed that right away. When they were at home, the two of them alone, her shoulders relaxed more and the everlasting smile dropped for a slight smirk that accompanied her tired eyes. It was a homie view, yet it made Billie’s heart roar with an overprotectiveness that was familiar at this point of her life. Mostly because yesterday was the first time in a while that she realized how tired her wife was, mostly because if there was something she hated with her dear life was to watch Dara like that and notice too late to fix it.

Breakfast moved in another light for sure, Billie still getting used to the presence of Dara’s nieces and nephews. Damien, as much as she had her doubts about her and resented her for the time being, was very polite and it showed how Danielle’s antics had rubbed off in her daughter. Billie still didn’t know the whole story with Dara’s twin cousins, but maybe it was time to start digging in what was unknown waters for so long.

But then, Dara did something that surprised Billie a lot to be honest.

“Not even when Eva pulled almost the same crap to Deirdre’s new husband I let it slip, so missy,” Dara started to say, holding the cup of tea to her lips to take a sip without caring it was still pretty much hot. “Why did you do that? Were you out of your damn mind?”

“I only...I don’t know auntie,” Damien’s voice was really tiny again and Billie put down her toast, her appetite dropping. “At first it was...fun, I guess? But then I just got too into it and after dad...well, I guess I didn’t want her to suffer...but I was stupid and hurt mamon and Audrey because of it, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you truly were and are,” Dara pulled back her hair with a hand, letting out a tired sigh. Billie still was pretty much blind to who the father of this kid was or why he wasn’t around. “Audrey is totally not like your father, I can assure you that being a hundred percent sure, and I get that you want to protect your mother but you should give her some credit dear,” her voice was calm but the way she was tapping with her free hand the counter, after too many years, it told she was in need of a cigarette. “She knows how to protect herself very well, she knows how to protect you very well. Do you think she would have let Audrey come into your lives if she wasn’t sure of it, mhm?”

And at that, not even Billie had the guts to say something, seeing how Dara was still very serious even when her voice was in her always calm tone. She had that ability, to remain calm despite of everything, and after being together for a decade already she could easily pick up that she inherited that capacity from her mother. Dara’s mom was able to handle all of them with a mere look or a few words, even Billie, and that was quite scary. Damien looked down to her cup of tea and she shook her head briefly, making Dara to click her tongue.

“Exactly,” she finished her tea and stood up, taking a moment too long to actually move that made Billie worry, to go get something from one of the cupboards. “Now I hope you learn something from this. Don’t make it harder for your mother, you hear me? If something’s wrong, tell her, and if you don’t want to then call me...or did you replaced me as your favourite aunt? I knew Danna was right around the corner to take my crown.”

It was then when Billie worried more, not because Damien quickly went to deny that and made Dara fake she was affected so she would hug her, but because she caught this strange shadow hovering over her wife. Usually it wasn’t like that, her white light giving some kind of protection even from herself, but as Billie tried to finish her breakfast in silence she took her time to try and discern what Dara was feeling at the moment.

As they kept moving through the morning, taking in count it was early and Danielle and Audrey didn’t call yet, Billie thought it was always hard to actually feel what her wife was feeling. She was good at reading people, something she was proud of indeed, but Dara presented her as a challenge.

However, after two hours Billie just gave up for the time being. She would have to wait until they were alone again in the quietness of their home to directly ask, maybe over some take out from that place her wife loved so much. But when Danielle and Audrey finally showed up in their door, both way more relaxed and apparently happier, something came back to Billie’s mind. As they were exchanging some words with the other couple, Billie remembered how Dara had defended Audrey in such effortless way that surprised her and, by the time their home was only them again (plans for lunch already arranged four hours later), she felt it was the right time to ask.

Overnight, alone cuddling one of Dara’s cushions in their old couch, she kept replying the events of the day in a very vivid way. Billie knew she had no right to yell at Dara, even when she was really angry with the situation, but the way she was handling things felt off putting to her for some reason. And that’s why she was surprised when Dara kinda defended Audrey, because at the time in her furious mind she truly thought her wife hated her best friend. Well, hate was a strong word, but more like...like she was putting up with Audrey at this point just because of her.

“Baby?” Billie felt a strange strangled sensation when she called out for Dara, who was making her way back to their bedroom to pick up her phone. “Can I ask you something?” Dara stopped and looked back at her, curiosity peeking out from her eyes, tilting her head in that innocent way she always had to let her know she had her full attention. “Do you...do you like Audrey?”

It was then that the silence hit Billie like a wall made of ice.

She saw how Dara squinted her eyes a bit, trying to discern what her wife was talking about, her mouth a bit agape while the silence settled in between them. But what made Billie take a step back, was how Dara moved her jaw to the left a bit before closing her mouth and biting her lower lip while considering her next words. Billie didn’t want to push, but now she was feeling how the coldness of the room was getting more intense as her wife’s feelings finally reached her. Having her cane tightly gripped in her dominant hand, Dara sighed really deep this time as the shadow floating over her grew.

“Are you serious, Billie?” Billie doubted for a second if she ever heard Dara’s voice sounding like that. “Really, I want to know if you’re pulling my leg or not.”

“Yes, I’m being serious,” oh Billie regretted that as soon as it left her mouth, but a tiny bit of the annoyance of yesterday was starting to show up for some reason. “Sometimes it feels you put up with her just because of me, Ann-”

“Don’t you dare ‘Annie’ at me right now,” Billie saw the shadow closing around Dara and then her eyes locked with hers, shining with the anger she was feeling and making her not notice the panic laced in her voice. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

When those words left her mouth, Dara felt her whole world was crumbling faster than she thought it would. As if the massive earthquake she was holding up finally managed to open the crack that it took Dara five years to close, making all the pent up things start to flood the last bits of calmness she had. She felt breathless right away, and so fucking tired that she had to close her eyes and rub her temple with her free hand.

“I love you for over a million, billion, things Billie, but before you open your mouth to say something so...genuinely stupid, stop for a second and think about it once or twice,” Dara opened her eyes, looking at how taken aback was her wife, but in that moment she didn’t care. “Think about how we’ve been together for the last ten years and think about how I am around people I don’t like,” she felt her heart hammering in her chest and her whole body aching for the outburst. “Do you think I would’ve ever let her come into our lives if I didn’t like her, ah?” the question resonated through the silent living room in a weird uneasy way. “Do you ever think I would’ve let her go down on you or me if I didn’t?” a nervous laugh broke free from her chest at that, the hand that wasn’t in her cane going to put a lock of hair behind her ear. “Do you ever think that, if I didn’t like her, I would had gone yesterday night with you to help her? If I didn’t like her a single damned bit, do you think we would be here in this exact fucking moment having this fucking conversation?”

The room was feeling too hot for Dara at that moment, feeling her heart beating loudly in the back of her head and in her throat, making her feel she was about to burst into tears if she kept talking. Billie was pale, standing there in such weird silence, but any drop of self control she had was damned by now and Dara could see it because the hand that Billie wasn’t using to support herself in the counter was trembling a bit.

“I do get that what she went through was horrible and traumatic, I get that she’s your best friend and you love her a lot...” she truly felt like she was pushing the words out of her tired mind, all the tears she was holding back. “...but I was there for her too, many, many times. Most of them when you were away and she came home looking for you. If I didn’t like her, I would have shushed her the fuck away but I didn’t. So don’t ask me again if I like her, because it’s one of the most unfair things you ever did to me,” and through all the red that Dara was seeing in the moment, she managed to see how Billie was approaching her which only made her tears to push harder. “Do I like her? Of course I do, for God’s sake. I still have a heart inside, luckily, as much as y’all seem to forget,” and when she chuckled darkly, her tears finally started to run down her cheeks, as if they were burning their way down. “So there you have your fucking answer, are you happy?”

Dara felt like something finally broke inside her, gripping with both hands her cane to not fall to the ground when she felt her knees grow weak. And it hurt so bad? it burnt and it made her feel like there’s not enough air in the house for her to breath. She was truly tired at this point of her life, tired of the rest not being able to see she was breaking too under the weight of all the things happening. She didn’t considered herself as someone jealous, she really wasn’t, but many times Dara had felt that Billie chose Audrey over her.

After all what she had done for the actress, all the sleepless nights, all the comfort words, all the tiny little pieces of her that she left for Audrey to take in order to heal; that Billie decided to ask her that as if she wasn’t right by her side doing it...well, it started to hurt more than she could handle. Dara was always so sure of Billie’s love for her, waited for her to finally say that she loved her back, waited for her to finally be comfortable around her...but sometimes, behind all that confidence Dara had, a tiny bit of doubt had started to grow in its own corner.

A corner that got bigger when Billie stopped dead in her tracks again, not getting to reach her.

Billie didn't stop, however, because she didn't want to reach Dara. In fact, her whole body wanted to be wrapped around the trembling figure of her wife, sobbing in such heartbreaking way, to provide her of all the endless love she had for her...but she couldn't deny that hearing the truth being spitted out of her beautiful lips had left her speechless.

She was used to let her thoughts flow freely, most of the time taking advantage of being able to sense other emotions, to be blunt and also stating them flatly without much trouble. But sometimes, the times where people weren't taken aback due to her usual brassiness, Billie found herself saying things people wasn't expecting to ever deal with or were remotely prepared to do so. In this case, Dara wasn't ready at all to receive that question, and Billie visibly could tell but...well, she decide to push her in that direction anyway and now not only she was speechless but she felt devastated.

Devastated because the person she cared the most in this world was breaking in front of her, showing how small and fragile was in reality. Devastated because she created the situation; devastated because the only thing she did was to finally close the gap separating them to take Dara's hands in her own, making the cane fall to the ground with a muffled sound upon hitting the slim carpet of the living room. Her chest tightened when her wife still didn't move, crying her eyes out in between quiet sobs that resonated through her whole body, and she felt even worse because she wasn't brave enough to look at her directly, focusing in their hands instead.

"I'm sorry," the air in her lungs hurt like Hell itself when Billie managed to say something, Dara squeezing her hands in response. "I'm sorry I asked that, I...I didn't...please love..." please, let me fix this, tell me, help me.

"No, I'm the one being sorry for taking this all out on you," and Billie's heart hurt even more when she caught the defeat showing in Dara's eyes when she looked briefly at her, darkly chuckling again when she raised her arm to dry her tears with her sleeve without breaking the contact, her face scrunching ever so softly to try stop her tears. "I really shouldn't have…"

"No, hey, don't do that," panic overflown all over Billie, her hands now cuping Dara's face to have her closer, thumbs wiping hot tears and palms feeling the heat in her cheeks. She was able to finally look into her eyes, at least when her wife wasn't pressing her eyelids together harder to stop crying. "You have nothing to be sorry about, you were in your right to call my bullshit out."

"It's just...why did you ask me that Billie? I don't understand," Dara sniffed, trying to steady her voice but making her next sob to come out as a strangled whine. "Four years being with Audrey before we married and now you ask me if I like her? Really?"

It's then when Billie pulled her wife close, hiding her head in the hollow of her neck even when her wife was a few inches taller than her and pressing her lips to the crown of her head to hide the giant knot she had herself in her throat. Billie wasn't ready to admit the next answer, but because she wasn't ready it was what she needed to say in order to make things even. Billie's chest felt tight and it hurt so bad right now that she was holding Dara so close? Feeling her trembling and sobbing and grasping to her sweater - Dara's, because Billie stole it six years ago from her old closet at Dara's parents' and to this day it's her go-to comfort clothes when she’s at home - as if she was the only thing she needed to be there in that moment.

"I know… I only asked because…" she couldn't help but gulp in order to continue and her hand went to brush Dara's hair out of her face. "...because if you didn't like her, I'd have try to see her less.'

Billie was scared of what it came out of her mouth, and also because she could only hear her heart hammering against her ribcage along Dara's sobs in her neck. She felt the wetness of her tears in her skin, starting to get a bit sticky because they were drying slowly, but she didn't mind at all, too worried in securing her wife between her arms and starting to caress her arm and cheek with care. Her thumb was trying to both caress her warm skin and wipe the non-stop flow of tears, and Billie thought that’s what was actually helping Dara to start to calm down.

"Even if I did, I couldn't do that to you Bills," the whispered statement, Dara's lips so close to her pulse point that she felt how they moved and brushed ever so soft there, made Billie feel like all the fear she was holding in her chest disappeared. "I know how much you love her, how important is for you...and you know that I'm not a heartless bitch."

Even when is a joke that she usually resorts to, Billie still didn't like when Dara called herself those kind of things.

"But if you wanted me to, I would have done it," Billie felt her chest less tight for sure but she needed to get this out of her already because Dara deserved to hear it. "I would do anything for you because you are the most important person in my life, Annie, and that's a rock fact."

The tiny joke at the end made Dara chuckle cutely - and God that it felt good hearing her do that even with the runny nose and the cough that followed -, only because it was a recurring pun she used and Billie did it out of habit at times too, before she finally used her arms to wrap Billie in them by her waist and press it against her body, getting comfortable in the hug they pulled each other into. At that, Billie finally noticed how the shadow let go of her wife and it was like everything was getting back to usual little by little.

It felt even better when Dara finally stopped hiding in her neck, without pulling away from the hug, and shook her head while closing her redden eyes from crying. But for some reason she didn't look that tired anymore, her features growing softer each second that it passed. Billie grew softer too and brought up her sleeve, after pulling it a bit with her fingers, so she could clean better Dara's face with care. When she opened her eyes, Billie knew her girl was getting back to her slowly but surely, and she shook her head even more slow.

"I love you Bills, and I love her, like her too...I won't ever make you leave behind your best friend," there's only love in her eyes, mixed with that warmth that always cling in Billie's bones in such comforting way that the only thing she could do is to fold her hands in the small of Dara's back and start rubbing tiny circles with her thumbs there. "So no more of that, okay…?"

The right thing for Billie to do in that moment was nodding in agreement, before leaning in to capture her wife's lips with hers in one of those slow kisses they both were suckers for. It felt like Heaven brought to Earth only for Billie to enjoy and drown in it. A bit salty maybe because of the spilled tears, but it soon felt sweet. Being so close made Billie to start pepper many more kisses all over Dara's face, always a bit slower as the woman she loved started to relax and melt in her arms.

"I love you Annie," she whispered after placing a kiss in that soft spot Dara had under her ear before moving to kiss her lips once again. "I love you," now it felt so natural to say it, mumbled against a new kiss and taking as a reward another cute giggle from her wife. "Can I take you to bed or I'm still on couch arrest…?"

Oh to hear Dara's little laugh after another kiss was an absolute bliss. Billie could only wrap her arms better and lower, lifting her slightly and gaining a low hiss because of that. For a second her haze broke, worried about it, and her eyes looked out for the discomfort Dara seemed to have, but she was kissed again before manage to do so.

"You totally still are...but let's make an exception," and the soft static Billie felt in her skin when she was with Dara appeared again, making her sweetly go back to loving her wife and start to walk in between kisses and laughs back to their bedroom.

Two hours cuddling, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other was what they both needed. Not only because yesterday was a total mess, but because they've been apart three days and a few more this month. There in their quietness, they managed to talk a bit more too about daily stuff they've missed when they were apart.

Billie apologized yet again because she didn’t notice Dara’s old injury was acting up, per example, and offered to help applying some muscle soothing cream. Dara, once she was feeling a bit better and after they decided to take a well deserved shower, took in her hands the task of redoing Billie’s nails and they spent a good chunk playfully fighting over the best color - and in the end, they agreed for some nude color for Billie and Dara fixed hers in black. How Billie took to herself kissing Dara in different ways she knew the woman loved; how Dara started to rant about the last messes at work and both cussed heavily, because they were like that; how the blonde ran her fingers in soft caresses over every tattoo her wife had…

They didn’t leave the bed until it was time to actually meet up for lunch with Audrey and Danielle, purely just enjoying each other and both feeling so much better by the time Billie sat up in bed to watch her wife go through their wardrobe. Sometimes it was nice to let Dara pick their clothes for the day, mostly because it meant a good change for their usual choices.

Billie ended up getting a flowery high waisted skirt that fell loose to her knees, and her favourite peach blouse that she didn’t know how it survived ten years at this point but she wasn’t going to complain. For Dara was that one amber blouse Billie loved the most in her, the one that brought up her tanned skin, along her favourite dark pants that she knew drove Billie utterly insane and making her chuckle a ‘such a tease, aren’t you’ while Dara was getting her rings and usual jewelry on.

Those times were intimate and Billie cherished them a lot, because she never thought she would get them one day.

Hand in hand, both made their way out of the apartment not long after, and it took Billie the whole ride to get her body used again to Dara’s driving. It wasn’t that she forgot how her wife was, but heck that having others drive her here and there or even drive herself was always a whole different experience.

But there was a tiny satisfaction in watching Dara come out of the car with this glow around her that made her so different from any other person Billie met, when they pulled over at where they were having lunch that she always liked to indulge in. It made her feel important, it made her focus to be all over her wife, yet it made her feel down on Earth when they started to walk towards the terrace.

Billie thought that what she loved the most about Dara was how she was capable, with her whole demeanour and way of caring about her, of making her feel she was living in this reality. They both knew very well that there were times in which fame and her powers got too into Billie’s head, making her feel like she was just a passing soul through life instead of an actual human being. Having Dara as a constant in her life, one that she didn’t want to ever part ways with, helped her the most. And, of course, she wanted to be better than she was to her and show Dara that she had her all for herself, because God, them and both Audrey and Nora knew that Billie many times did things that didn’t demonstrate how important her wife was for her.

But Dara was still there, despite everything.

“Sweet baby Jesus, I can’t believe we are here earlier than them,” Dara’s voice brought Billie down to Earth from her thoughts. “How can two of the most punctual people in the universe not even be five minutes early to a date?”

“Cut them some slack, Dalfoddil,” Billie laughed at the fake afflicted tone in Dara’s voice, sitting by her side to be closer to her. “I bet you thirty it was only traffic, or that they forgot something at home.”

“I bet you thirty and that new game I want that they are late because of sex, Howt Stuff,” Dara mumbled before pressing her lips against Billie’s, which she eagerly took advantage of and snuck an arm behind Dara’s lower back to be even closer. “Are we bringing the bad boys before dessert now?”

“I can’t help it, baby, don’t mind me today...but we have a deal,” Billie looked at her feeling how her chest was about to burst of all the love she had for her. When Dara let herself be cuddled there in the seat, resting her head in Billie’s shoulder, she pressed a new kiss to her forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Billie Dean.”

And upon hearing that coming from Dara’s pretty lips, after the millionth or billionth time, Billie knew today was going to be a good day.

When Audrey finally arrived ten minutes later, Danielle on her phone talking with a client and relieved Damien because her mother didn’t drive walking behind her, Billie had Dara still cuddled in her side as they were exchanging sweet nothings and drinking wine and soda respectively - Dara not being in the mood of drinking today. And when they settled, Audrey couldn’t help but make a little gesture with her eyebrows, silently asking Billie ‘everything okay?’ while the cousins were busy with the waiter. Her only response was a quick wink and seeing how Billie’s left hand was caressing Dara’s back up and down with care, earning her a new peck after Dara’s attention went back to her.

More than okay.

For Audrey, that was enough response. They had known each other for almost five years already, sharing more than just a friendship along the way, so she knew right away that the other couple was having one of those ‘reconciliation’ days. Not that they ever broke up, as far as Audrey knew, but sometimes they behaved like they did and were back together and stronger than ever. Well, stronger than they already were, because she never met a couple like them. They seemed to gravitate around each other in a way she wished to understand and for Audrey, she always saw that being with Dara made Billie the happiest.

Looking at Danielle for a second, when the other two were distracted talking with Damien - or more Dara talking with their niece while Billie simply listened, arm over her shoulders and glass of wine in the other hand -, Audrey discerned that her girlfriend was a bit confused yet her light brown eyes were full of tenderness. Their hands met under the table and, after a light squeeze, she earnt a peck of her own that made her contently smile.

Content smile that disappeared when Dara asked right away why they were late, once Damien had to go to the restroom, and was replaced by Audrey’s face lightening up like a Christmas light because bingo they had a shower quickie that took them a bit longer than intended.

“Oh, come on, you placed a bet and all,” Dara couldn’t help but laugh out loud when Audrey said that, rightfully offended, upon seeing Billie taking out a few bills from her purse to give them to her. “Why do you two always have bets for everything?”

“Because it’s fun and I always win,” Danielle, still with her face red as a tomato, chuckled at how happy and relaxed Dara was. “You also played bets with us, darling, don’t you play innocent now.”

“Yeah but after losing a hundred dollars to you in one go, I decided to quit altogether,” at that Billie laughed, the memory of about what they bet that time coming to her mind, because Audrey was just exasperated. “How do you even do it?”

It was time for Dara to laugh. She never did much, to begin with, it was just her intuition and one of many leaps of faith she was used to take. That was her secret, not expecting the result and just go for it.

After that and a very scandalized Danielle because ‘why would you even do that’ when Dara answered a happy ‘I’m a lucky bitch, what else can I do?’, having promised to her that one day they would tell her, a day in which everyone was wasted and with no children around; Dara managed to think that everything was finally settling again.

It was a nice feeling, because those times where Billie and her got into a discussion took a too heavy toll on her. She never liked getting into arguments to begin with, but having them with Billie was the worst thing ever because it meant for her that communication had failed. Even in the past, they only had a couple serious arguments in between all the playful bickering and the eventual ‘couch arrest’ because one of them took it a bit too far, nothing really serious taking in count the other went to retrieve the part in arrest after a few hours or the next morning. She loved how afterwards Billie got softer, more loving and willing to show her feelings, and she basically couldn’t say no to her in those times.

She also loved to be able to show it to the rest, not because she wanted to brag about, but because she had been waiting for too long to do it completely freely.

When Audrey took her hand with care over the table and smiled widely, full knowing how much she was enjoying having Billie like that, Dara’s heart grew three sizes and for a second she forgot about how a question regarding the actress was what was behind of it all. Dara didn’t want to dwell on that anymore, because now everything was in the open to Billie understand her position and for her to understand from where Billie’s doubts were coming from.

So the next thing she did after the tiny exchange of smiles with Audrey was to actually check her phone after twelve hours without doing it.

“Billie, did you buy a new couch?” Dara had to bite her tongue to not curse like a sailor, because really what the fuck, and Billie looked at her from behind her third glass of wine like ‘oh snap, she finally saw it’.

“You said I’ve been six years complaining about it,” Billie whined back, trying to not look at her wife because Dara was digging holes in her skull just by how she was looking at her. “So yesterday night I just ordered a new one, easy as pie.”

“And didn’t you think about measuring our living room before to see if it actually fits?” Dara tapped at the screenshot to see it better. “God, this is massive, what in th-”

But before she could keep at it, feeling how Billie’s hand was now placed in her thigh and rubbing soft circles there to avoid getting murdered in her sleep, her screen changed to display someone was calling. It took her a second to read the caller id and then all the happiness and all the warmth, dropped to her feet.

“I’ll kick your ass later,” Dara mumbled, taking advantage of Billie not looking at what she was doing with her phone, before standing up to go pick up the call. “Don’t you think I’m gonna forget about it.”

When she was at enough distance to not be heard, Dara pressed the phone to her ear, her heart beating loudly in her throat.

If Constance was calling her directly, and not Billie, it wasn’t a good signal.

“Hi Constance, how are you?” she started before the woman in the other side of the line talked, trying to not sound nervous. It didn’t help either that Dara had some sick respect for her. “Older than last time, kid, that for sure,” she replied darkly but with a tone that gave away she was distracted. “Yeah, right, do you want to talk with Billi-” it was the easiest way to make Constance Langdon talk, bringing up her wife because both had a different and stronger bond. “If I wanted to talk with Billie Dean, I would have called her, don’t you think?” and Dara’s silence invited her to keep talking. “Anyway, I was calling because miss Montgomery’s been acting weird,” Constance didn’t like Nora for the mere fact that she was the actual owner of the house and if she ever had to refer to her, it always came from a polite sarcasm. “She’s been in the front yard, sitting there all alone. Vivien and Violet tried to make her come in, they are still there with her in fact. I’m only calling because I have a bad feeling about this,” and Dara’s heart dropped even lower than all the good feelings already dropped. “Did she said something at all? Did you actually talked to her?” She had to ask because Nora wasn’t one to go out of the house on her own volition, only coming out on Halloween or the couple times they managed to take her to the backyard. “She asked for you, actually. And it scared the shit outta me that she let me see her in fact.” Oh yeah, Nora wasn’t a big fan of Constance neither, and that was what made everything more worrisome. Dara rubbed her neck, trying to stay calm, before giving an answer. “...I’ll be there in twenty.”

She hanged up without saying anything else, and turned around to go back to the table. Desserts were already there and the adults were laughing while Damien seemed embarrassed for some reason that escaped her knowledge.

However, Dara’s mind was racing in another line, thinking about how she needed to get to Nora as soon as possible.

This was when her secret card was played and also why she didn’t ever found herself asking Billie almost the same question she did. Dara never got in her enough courage to ask Billie if she cared, not loved or liked, but truly cared about the ghost anymore. Mostly because she knew the answer: Nora wasn’t actually there, she couldn’t provide of the warmth, she couldn’t change, she couldn’t grow, she couldn’t even leave the place she was confined to. It pained her, it pained her for the last four years, to know that everything had come to an end.

As much as Billie played it dumb, she had noticed how Nora’s wounds had closed already and that made her feel wary. She loved how Nora wasn’t a crying wreck anymore, how her true persona came out more often than not instead of the one generated by the trauma, but those times it made Dara feel how she was lighter in her arms and even one time she felt her fingers pass through her arm as if Nora was a mere smoke curtain.

“Everything okay Annie?” Billie’s voice was as worried as the glint in her eyes, taking in count Dara was spacing out just in front of them looking at her phone.

“It was Constance, there’ve been some problem at the house and wanted me to check into it,” Dara pushed herself to act more relaxed, as if it wasn’t something really important, and Billie frowned to that. “You know her, always getting worried the house is gonna burn down or something.”

“Let’s go then baby,” was Billie immediate response, moving to stand up, but Dara put a hand on her shoulder and leant enough to kiss her cheek briefly.

“Don’t worry sugar, I got it, okay? Just enjoy the rest of the afternoon,” Chuckling, Dara retrieved her bag and called for the waitress, signaling to her dessert. “Can you put me this for take out? Thank you,” her eyes went then to Billie again, smiling softly, and then to Audrey, Danielle and Damien. “You three take care of her while I’m gone, I’ll be chopping heads off if one hair is out of place,” she laughed with her joke and Danielle only rolled her eyes a bit.

“Actually Audrey has to be the one doing that, I have to go get some last minute work done this afternoon,” Dara looked with curiosity to her cousin and she shrugged a bit. “I’m taking Dada with me, so I think these two will be alone.”

It was then when Billie looked at Dara with some kind of uncertainty in her eyes, taking her hand in hers, as if asking if she really got it under control. Dara felt moved for some reason, taking in count almost nine years ago she was the one trying to stop Billie from going into that house all alone. But she only leant over her again, this time kissing her wife fully on the lips while her free hand grabbed her cane, ending the soft affectionate move with a mere brush of noses.

“Take care, okay? I love you,” Billie mumbled, placing her hand in Dara’s thigh for a second. “Call me if it gets too bad, promise it.”

And to that Dara, already swooning too much, kissed her again to seal that promise.

Audrey got a big goodbye kiss on the cheek, as usual, while Danielle was hugged from behind and Damien got a kiss on top of her hair and, like that, Dara was making her way to her car with a brownie for take out and all the worries about Nora bottled inside.

While driving, Dara tried to come up with a line of act. Would be Nora altered? Would she need to do an intervention? Would she have to get help from the other ghosts in the house? The only ones she manage to...befriend were the Harmon women and, stil, she wasn’t sure if Moira actually liked her taking in count the first time they saw each other...well, Dara didn’t see her in her true form right away. Hayden at times, and it was always weird. And in a very good day, specially good even, Nora’s husband exchanged some words with her.

That was maybe the weirdest part of it all, that Charles had seen her close enough to actually talk to her, because when Billie had tried to contact him - the couple few times for her research - he didn’t make a single sound.

When Dara pulled over, her head was full of all the things that could go wrong with Nora or any of the other ghosts in the house. If she had any energy back during the morning, it all went away in the fifteen minute ride to the house, making her feel as she was feeling all those days Billie was away.

Tiresome, too tiresome.

But when she crossed the fence, she fell in the spell the house always had around. Dara’s eyes went first around the front yard, taking in count every little thing she had done to keep the abandonment at bay. The lawn was a bit wet, the rose bushes as well and then Vivien was squat down in front of Nora, with Violet sitting by her side and taking her hand.

Dara walked slowly towards them, her cane tapping in the stones of the tiny path, feeling heavy with each step but getting confident as she went further and further. Vivien saw her first, then Violet, and both stood up giving Dara a pitiful and desperate look. Once they were gone, it was time for Dara to get near Nora finally, and she could only get her eyes on her back and her whole aura.

For Dara, Nora glowed that day in a different light.

“What’s the prettiest gal around doing here all alone?” she raised her voice, with enough sweetness and tenderness to sweeten up Nora’s mood.

“Waiting for the sun to come to me, sweetie pie,” for Nora, she was always something along ‘sweet’, because she couldn’t see her as anything else. “Did you see the rosebuds? They’re so lovely right now...”

Nora felt how Dara, her sweet Dally, kneeled with a bit of trouble behind her, soon getting the mint scent of her shampoo filling her whole. She could smell a hint of cigarette, Billie Dean’s perfume and the earthy scent that she came to associate with the woman that was hugging her from behind. Leaning back in the embrace, Nora lifted her hand to meet Dara’s left cheek still without looking at her, indulging in how she was resting her chin in her shoulder and pressing a light kiss in her jaw before looking at the bush with her.

“Not as lovely as you,” Nora chuckled at the flattery, knowing Dara didn’t lie when she said that. “Were you feeling better that you decided to come out?”

“Not really, but I felt like getting some watering done, can you believe it? Me, wanting to do such thing,” that drew a low laugh from both, making Dara tighten her hug. Nora went to put her hand over Dara’s, tracing her rings as usual to calm herself...even when she felt calm enough that day. “My mother would had been laughing at me for years if she ever came to know.”

“Then we are lucky she would never do,” Nora closed her eyes, feeling the warmth spreading in her chest. “Why don’t we move inside, darling? I brought with me some chocolate cake and we can make some tea, maybe tell me how was your day? I’m yours all noon.”

All mine. It rolled even more sweet in her tongue for the few seconds Nora took to react. God, she wished that was the whole and only truth in the world. She complied to that, however, whispering barely an ‘of course’ before helping Dara to stand up again. Nora waited then for Dara to retrieve the box with the cake at the porch stairs, feeling all the warmth in her body to gather where her heart was supposed to be, and once she was again by her side she quickly linked their arms to walk side by side inside.

Nora could feel the rest in the house withdraw to their usual accommodations, they always did that when she was wandering around, and she thanked them all inside because that’s everything she wanted right now.

Chattering idly about banal things, they made their way to the kitchen that looked much better without all the things Vivien had equipped it with when they moved back in two thousand eleven. Both Billie and Dara had spent their good money in remodeling the place, little by little, so it was more like it was used to be than what years and years of different owners made it to be. It made Nora feel better for sure, less confused and out of place, because as much as she made Charles’ life a living Hell when they were alive...she was still very much thankful to him for building the place, and sorry at times for being like that.

That much she could say, at least, because she didn’t ever love him.

Because ‘love’ was what she felt for the first time when, one night, she decided to come out of the basement, encountering a curious woman in their backyard. Same woman that was now with her back facing her, humming along a song while setting up the kettle over the stove. How curious it was that these days she could recall things like that, but she gladly took it in because it made her feel content.

She picked at the cake with the plastic spoon, knowing she didn’t need to actually eat, but indulging because Dara had brought it. In her days, things like that weren’t usual at all, so it was kind of a delight to be able to share this even when she couldn’t feel much of it aside of the taste before it went away.

However, her focus changed when Dara finally set their cups of tea in the counter and sat close to her, letting the kettle close in case they wanted more. Fishing her phone - and this time Nora didn’t make a face! - from her pocket, Dara put it there too before turning all her attention to her. It was easy to notice that for Nora, because her sweetheart always spread her legs a bit, letting enough space in case she wanted to come even closer, and had her left hand resting in the back of Nora’s tall chair.

“Dally, are you okay?” was the first thing she asked, watching how the lovely features of her darling were filled with dread even when her smile was on. She could see the light dark circles under her eyes behind the make-up and how she bit her lip every few minutes.

“Yeah darling, why wouldn’t I?” she laughed in response, moving her hand to accommodate Nora’s shawl better.

“You look tired, spent even,” Nora wasn’t the best at being subtle, so she preferred to be direct. “Do I have to call Billie Dean and put her arse into place? I swear if she’s treating yo-”

“Everything is fine Nora, don’t worry,” Dara laced her fingers with Nora’s then, making her feel that calmness that she loved about the woman in front of her. “My leg has been acting up for a few days already and work has been...awful, so I couldn’t rest much. Also how can it be Billie’s fault when she barely got home yesterday? Give her some rest.”

No, I can’t give her some rest. Nora thought squeezing Dara’s hand a bit in hers. Not when she’s in charge of giving you all our love. But she nodded, agreeing to not put in place the other socialité, because if Dara asked her to do something she would do it right away. It visibly calmed her having Nora to agree, though, and it was a view to sore eyes having her smiling in that way her dimples showed up.

"Then tell me, who do I have to terrorize the next time the house let me go out," Nora asked, not wanting to break the contact, while tracing Dara's knuckles with her thumb. "You know I can get quite scary."

"I think at this rate I'll be quitting before Halloween," Dara laughed at that, the stress lacing in her words. "But I don't want to talk about work, I'd prefer to talk about what are we doing this year in your day off, do you want to go to the movies? Or maybe this year you want to go to the beach? We can even go home and relax there, you name it, you have it."

Home. The word tasted sweet in her tongue again, and Nora really wished that apartment to be their home...or well, even the house they were in right now. It didn't matter for her to be honest, because anywhere Dara was, for Nora was already home.

And while they started to talk about it, all the possibilities they had to fulfill in twenty four hours, Nora's mind started to wander in all those things she usually thought when she was alone.

At times, Nora pictured Dara in the time she was alive. Oh, she would totally be a charmer, one of those flappers that Nora’s mother hated so much and made sure she wasn’t even close to by making her attend parties full of ‘proper’ ladies and gentlemen alike. But she knew that Dara would manage to sneak in, her manners blending perfectly and ‘innocently’ hanging around her, sharing with Nora stories about dancing freely along the music that was played in ballrooms and about a house in the coast where they could do whatever they wanted.

Not only that would made Nora fall in love with the concept of freedom, but also with the concept that maybe her future wasn’t tied to a man nor to a child of her own...nor even tied to the status and the money. At first lying about the nature of their hangs out would be almost the rule, but then eventually moving together because ‘they liked to be around each other too much’, and then the rumors would start of course. But Nora found herself not caring at all, because as long as she was by Dara’s side that's all that mattered to her.

Cake and tea gone, Nora listened to something Dara was telling her with passion, barely asking for permission to lit up the cigarette she had been rolling while talking, before keep with the topic. Of course Dara would smoke back in the twenties too, but Nora imagined her smoking cigarrillos more than the regular or even smoking pipe, the room note hanging wonderfully in her clothes and Nora imagined herself wrapped in one of Dara’s shirts, getting comfort from that solely when she was out of the house.

“I think I’ve never seen you in this dress,” Dara’s fingers brought her back to the present when they fixed the white shawl, giving her a soft caress in her chin. “It suits you, brings your eyes and lips out.”

“You’re terrible,” In that moment, and back in her time, she blushed as fiercely as she allowed herself, her hand going quickly to shush Dara. “I had it since forever, it’s one of my favourites! I wore it before.”

“Okay, okay,” Dara chuckled again, taking a drag and letting the smoke come out of her nose and mouth in a swift move. “Sorry, these days my mind isn’t that sharp...still, you truly look beautiful Nora.”

You had nothing to be sorry for. Nora thought while finally giving in and getting her chair closer to Dara, which only looked at her warmly before leaning to kiss her temple and place her right arm over Nora’s lap, resting her hand in her hip. She missed the days they could kiss openly, mostly because she found herself comfortable being held by her and pampered in love just like that, but she understood that now things had changed.

Damned you, Billie Dean, seven times damned. Nora couldn’t blame her, indeed, she felt...at peace knowing that her favourite people finally made themselves official. But that couldn’t stop her from being jealous of the medium, jealous because many times she wished to be the one that had gifted her that gold ring with tiny rubies that rested in Dara’s left ring finger, jealous because...well, Billie was alive and could give everything to their pretty flower.

“You aren’t that bad yourself, sweetheart,” she mumbled in response, leaning a bit better and resting her head in Dara’s shoulder, her hand tracing her necklace and fixing her shirt.

“Miss Montgomery, you’re terrible! Scandalous even, wow,” Dara imitated her and Nora closed her eyes, feeling how her laugh vibrated through her skin like a soft hum that made her chuckle in response. And then a sweet silence settled between them, until Dara broke it again. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, mhm?”

Oh, Nora didn’t know how to start to reply to that.

In fact she didn’t even know why Dara was there to begin with, but she found herself not caring because it was like her own feelings had summoned her that day to the house.

Nora had opened her eyes in the morning as if she had the longest nap ever, those days being like that, like a never ending nap that gave her enough energies to go through one and only day; and she felt somewhat free. The basement was in silence, as it always was after her Thaddeus had passed a few years ago, but something was calling her to go upstairs. She had done that and the first person she crossed ways with had been Hayden, that looked at her half worried half shocked, and then Violet had almost knocked her down while asking if she was feeling alright.

‘More than alright, I think I’m gonna take a walk around the house today.’ she had tell her and it didn’t come from the white lies she always told. Nora had been feeling great the moment she was out of her usual place in the house. It had been like something had set off from her chest and she could breathe again.

So she had done that with Violet by her side, listening to all the stories Nora had of the house. Stories of the past but also of the present, and it came a moment in which she could only talk about memories she made with the woman that was holding her so tightly in her arms.

“Not much,” Nora decided to reply, closing her eyes again to indulge in the warmth. “Just that I’m glad you are here...I kinda felt like dancing today.”

When the little walk around the house had came to an end, Nora had felt like a spark starting in her belly, the one she always got when she was ready to do something fun and new. That same spark was what had brought her outside, feeling the sun in her like as if it was something she never experienced before. Then her eyes had fixed in the rose bushes - white roses starting to bloom, white roses that were planted because they were Nora’s favourites - and she found herself wondering once again if she ever felt that content with something so simple.

“Dancing? Well, I can fix that then,” Dara finally moved and Nora almost yelled at her to not go, a sudden panic rising in her chest and her throat, but then she placed her lips to her forehead lightly to not stain her skin with lipstick. “But first I need to go to the bathroom, you wait me here okay? I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Sure, I’ll clean this...mess to entertain myself,” Nora said, letting out an exasperated breathe that made Dara laugh in response, retrieving her cane from where it was resting. “Making a girl wait, her manners’ been rubbing off on you miss Lynch.”

Nora had managed to get some already bloomed and do a simple arrangement to put as decoration somewhere in the house. But the second she had looked at her work, her energies fell to the ground and her legs hadn’t been able to hold her anymore. Alone, but without the need to call out for help, she waited there just feeling her body lighter, in hopes the sun helped her to regain some energies to keep moving. Oh, what her mother would had said if she passed out in the lawn? Her eyes could only keep themselves busy in those roses about to bloom, soft rosebuds she wasn’t sure if she was going to see them at all.

“Nora?” Violet’s voice made her hum just to let the girl know she was being listened, but her fingers were moving along the form of Dara’s cellphone. “Where’s-”

“Bathroom, in the other house,” Nora didn’t look at her, with a mere move of her head in the correct direction. “Could you give me a hand, dear? I need...well, I don’t know how this works aside that you can call, so...I want to speak with Billie Dean.”

“Why don’t you wa-”

“Privately, Violet,” she felt the tears tingling in her eyes, threatening to spill, but Nora held them. “Please.”

It wasn’t until Dara had arrived, all of a sudden, that she actually felt that both Vivien and Violet had been trying to make her go inside. The time in between when she felt her energies fall until Dara was hugging her from behind was blank in her mind, but she found herself yet again not minding at all because her sun was there already to take her home. It was the only thing she needed at this point to keep going...and now that Dara was there, she felt complete...

However, there was still a little something in her, waiting to be untied and set free once for all. Something that had to do with the woman she, along Violet, was trying to reach. The teenager was quick to find Billie’s contact and when the phone started to ring, she wasn’t nervous at all. Her hand went to where she knew the bullet hole was, out of habit, just to find the spot clean of any wound, and she smiled softly when she found her mouth didn’t taste like iron and salt.

“Annie?” oh, how jealous Nora was because she took the softer name to make it hers. “It’s me Billie Dean.” Nora said, moderating her voice because Dara had taught her at least that she didn’t need to yell at all. “Nora...is Annie with you? Is she okay?” Billie was nervous, panicked even, but she was trying to sound composed to not give it away. “Yes, she just went to Constance’s for a second. I wanted to speak with you before she comes back, Violet helped me with...the demonic device.” and at that, Nora shushed Violet with her hand so she could be alone in the kitchen. “One day you’ll call it by its name, ‘s way easier darling,” Nora chuckled at that because God, how different it felt be called sweet names from different people, even if it was the same one. “Of course.” she rubbed her hands together for a second, not knowing how to say those words. “Then...what did you want to talk about?” Billie encouraged her and Nora caught a laugh from behind her voice, not Billie’s at all. “I...thank you, Billie Dean. Thank you, for everything you have done for me.” and with that, the little something was gone and she felt even more light, her head feeling more clear. “Simple as that, just thank you.” and the silence arrived in the other side of the line at the same time the front door unlocked.

Nora’s hand pushed the red button quickly, as Violet had told her to if she wanted to end the call, and then left the phone where it was before she decided to move towards the living room and wait for Dara there.

It wasn’t as simple as that, because that would probably the first time Nora ever thanked Billie. A thank you for not letting anyone else to come into this cursed house by buying it, a thank you for restoring it for her, a thank you for letting her come in their lives…

...a thank you for letting her love Dara in a way she died without knowing it was possible.

“Did the ballroom started without me?” Dara said in a happy-go-lucky tone, hobbling slowly in the living room with her phone in hand. “Which song are we playi-”

“Can you sing today, dear?” it wasn’t an usual request, but Nora wanted to hear Dara’s voice as much as possible. “I love your voice.”

“Of course, anything for you,” when Nora looked at Dara, she looked younger, almost like she looked ten years ago when they met. Her features full of that softness she usually got when she was looking at Billie…but now, her girl got it all for her. “Then I’ll start with my favourite one.”

Once Dara was holding her close to her body, Nora knew that was where she belonged. An arm over Dara’s shoulders, the other one sandwiched in between their bodies, all of that while holding her handkerchief with one of her dearest one’s hands resting over and pushing it to her chest, where her beating heart sounded for them two. Nora found her right place in the hollow of Dara’s neck, where she could feel how the woman was starting to sing only for her.

Oh, it felt beautifully to experience that.

She chuckled when Dara changed the lyrics to fit a bit better, all of that as they swinged ever so softly, and she could feel more eyes watching them. The energy of the rest occupants was starting to beat too fast for her, in a pace she felt herself not belonging, and she decide to press her lips to Dara’s cleavage - in the start, almost in the middle of her chest - to make herself feel anchored to something. It left a lipstick mark, but who cared in that moment? All Nora could hear at this point was how Dara’s heartbeat felt more easy to follow than anything else.

And because she finally found her own beat, her own pace...that’s why Nora felt brave enough to say those next words.

“I love you Dally,” Dara didn’t stop from moving but she did stop from singing, just so she could meet Nora’s eyes. She felt so full, so light at the same time, so very much at peace. “I love you, and I will always do.”

Easy as it was, Nora stood on her tiptoes to initiate for the first time a kiss. A kiss that was returned as if it was meant to be...as if it wasn’t going to be the last.

When Dara opened her eyes, Nora wasn’t there, but her handkerchief was still pressed in her palm. She looked around for a second, her fingers pressed then to her lips with the lingering warmth Nora left, and the silence started to press all over her body in a way she never felt before.

“Nora, where are you?” she asked out loud, moving to retrieve her cane once again, looking around not only the living room but in the kitchen. “Nora! C’mon darling, you know I don’t like playing hide and seek,” her voice wavered and for a second she tried to reach for Nora’s energy in some way, like Billie once taught her to, but not working at all. “Nora!”

Every second that it passed, Dara calling the name of the ghost, it was a torture. Not only because she didn’t get any response back but also because it started to wake other ghosts in the house. Vivien and Violet appeared when she rounded the stairs, ready to go to the basement alone - a voice really similar to Billie’s screaming at her to not do that -, and made her go upstairs along a confused Tate that was drawn by all the ruckus. Hayden’s voice was heard outside the house, calling for Nora too, but any of them got a response.

She was starting to panic, panic like she never did before.

The tension in her whole body was enough to make her grit her teeth, piling up in her chest and starting to burn with the buzz of all the souls trapped in the Montgomery's house. That’s why she didn’t like that part of her powers, that’s why she was so overwhelmed that there was too much activity in one place. It made her feel she was going to explode.

And when she got to the open kitchen again, Tate behind her almost pulling all his hair out, Dara finally saw Charles.

Vivien, Violet, Moira and Hayden were looking at him too, as if they had never seen him before. He looked...clean, out of her scrubs and with a proper suit. Dara knew that suit, it was the same he was wearing in that family picture Billie and her found of the Montgomery’s. Somehow, he also looked more...free, as to speak, his energy felt almost refreshing when his was always one of those that reeked in a different intensity.

Dara felt her heart beating so loud in her ears, however, making her see red again today and feeling a sudden burst of heat in her chest. In a swift movement of her hand, she held her cane more like a bat than a cane, ready to smash his head if that meant to know where Nora was, but before she could take the first step Charles spoke up.

"She's not here," his eyes went then to the rest in the kitchen before landing again in Dara. "It's useless that you keep on calling out for her.."

"What are you saying? Where did she go," it came out of Dara's mouth more like a growl than a question, one that hanged between all of them as if it was an unspoken truth and made Dara to feel multiple chills running down her spine. "I'm not joking Charles! Where the fuck is Nora!?"

"I think you know where she is, dear," this time it was Moira the one that talked, her voice filled with sadness, relief and maybe a bit of jealousy. "We all know."

No, no, no.

"For a really long time we avoided each other, even before we...ended like this," Charles kept going, walking now to the middle of the empty living room. "Money, the house, our son... everything was something ideal to argue about. It pained me, those times I was lucid, to see us like that," he chuckled lightly and Dara's heart beated harder, painfully even. "To see that I couldn't make her happy in any possible way. It's macabre to say we got what we deserved, mostly because it was my fault what transpired in the last moments of our lives, and as the years passed by...well, let's say a hundred years gives you enough time to think and see as much as I was lost in myself."

Dara didn't want to listen to him, she really didn't. She closed her eyes and tried harder to reach Nora's energy, feeling even more strained by doing so, and then she fell to her knees without strength. A set of hands reached for her, burning like molten metal that she couldn't roll away from. But her eyes, now open again, went to the man that had stopped in his advance.

Tears blinded her, making Charles blurry in short distance along the tiny child that was crawling towards him.

Charles looked around then before leaning to take his son in his arms, smiling tenderly upon seeing his perfect face instead of what he became because of him. Giving him a cuddle in his cheek, perfect round cheek so similar to his wife, he finally looked at the woman that was breaking down in front of him. How she was being held by that young lady, the daughter of the last owners of the house; how she was crying her eyes out, the loss hitting her like icy water; how it made him see that his most wanted wish was finally fulfilled.

Didn’t Charles wanted to make Nora happy since the moment they met? Didn’t he wanted her to know he loved her?

He wasn’t able to do it, but through the last decade he had seen how someone else did. How someone had pulled all the broken pieces that he contributed to smash and put them together again; how someone else heard his Nora, made her feel important, made her grow out of many of the things that remained in her from her youth, loved her as she was instead of wanting to change her, and overall made her happy in the palace he built for her to enjoy to her heart’s content.

And that helped him heal along the way in the shadows, where anyone was noticing him, until the same woman that swiped his wife of her feet reached for him too.

“Above all the wrong I did, above all the chaos that we were,” Charles felt himself smiling truthfully after too many years, feeling how Thaddeus started to fall asleep in his shoulder. “I do have to thank you, miss Lynch, because you made us see what we truly needed.” And it felt so peaceful saying that, the heavy weight remaining in his presence lifting and flying away. “I would suggest, however, to take some vacation from my dearest house...I’m afraid there are still too many evil forces and our darling Nora isn’t here to protect you anymore.”

When Charles walked away, his silhouette and energy gone of the house, the whole place seemed to hiss and creak under Dara’s body.

A new rush of energy filled her, the adrenaline pumping in her veins with such strength that when Violet and Vivien pulled her up she didn’t feel any pain. That wasn’t the only thing she was feeling, because the energy of the house was trying to pick at her all at once. She overheard steps all over the place, not only upstairs, but also downstairs and her sense to flight ringed louder than ever when she saw Tate launching himself against another ghost that was entering the living room in that moment. The house was trying to eat her alive, not only her energy - or what was left of it at this point - but her whole body too.

"You have to go," Vivien said before Violet took Dara's hand to make her run. "Don't worry about us, you have to make it home."

The only thing Dara did was to tighten the grip on Violet's hand as they started to run as much as they could through the back door in the kitchen.

Billie had a bad feeling installed in her stomach the second Nora hanged up the phone. Not only because it was the second time in her life that someone hanged up on her, but because she had this heavy pressure in the back of her head. Pressure that was only making her more and more restless as the minutes passed by.

Audrey was being a sweetheart, like always, being the one carrying the conversation most of the time or suggesting that they should do a marathon on that show they promised to watch together. She had let Billie put her legs on her lap, she had turned a blind eye on how Billie checked her phone every few minutes - when usually she didn’t like to have it near at all, now she had it pressed to her chest as if having the device in her skin would calm her-, she had offered to make tea and sandwiches and...and Billie couldn’t be more thankful to at least have Audrey here.

When Billie spied on Audrey making the afternoon snack, she had wondered where she had learnt to be like that. Even when she was feeling uneasy, Billie’s mind dug up everything she had learnt in those years about her best friend, and she was sure the way she was trying to act more homie wasn’t something she had in her before. Half hidden between the cushions, Billie’s mind also started to wonder and wonder, and in between wondering she asked herself for a second if maybe once was remotely possible to have that view everyday.

But soon she found that the view didn’t happen in her old kitchen, didn’t belong to this time nor even to this her.

This her wasn’t what Audrey needed, that for sure, what she neede-

Audrey thought she was going to have a heart attack the second the door opened wide all of a sudden. It banged against the wall with such strength that it startled her enough to drop what she had in her hands. Turning around, the only two things Audrey saw was Billie standing up of the couch at light speed and Dara in between the couch and the kitchen counter, panting harshly as if she was barely catching her breath in that moment.

All that before falling to the ground as if her whole body had given up.

It sent Audrey to panic, making her let out a loud gasp, and she rounded the counter to find Dara sobbing loudly on the floor, clawing at her shirt as if she was trying to get out of it unsuccessfully and she was clearly hurting herself in the process.

“Annie, Annie, stop!” Billie’s panicked scream made Audrey react enough to hold herself in the counter. She silently watched in horror how her best friend reached her wife, the first thing she did was to hold her wrists to stop her. “God, you’re...bleeding, what...Annie, please, don’t-”

In all the time Audrey had known the couple, she hadn’t seen the youngest part of it to act differently as calm. Dara’s sobs were heartbreaking, choking on her tears and own breathing, making her cough violently because she was trying to speak at the same time. It was a mess, a scary one in fact, and Billie was handling it all by herself as best as she knew.

“Baby, please, I need to see...” Dara had managed to break free from Billie’s hold and was now protecting her neck for her dear life while Billie was trying to pull her up against her chest, so Dara’s back was resting there. “You’re boiling in fever...Annie, c-can you stand up? Love, listen to me, you need to calm down…”

But the best that Billie knew, wasn’t enough right now.

How could she handle Audrey so well, yet when her wife was the one she was about to panic? She didn’t ever see Billie panic, getting mad for sure, but panic? Ever. And as scared, anxious and confused as Audrey was, something inside her tried to clear her head to help two of the three people in her life that always came to rescue her when the bad days were too much to handle.

“Bills, we need to get her in the shower,” Audrey’s strained voice surprised Billie, but watching her move was what made her react again. Dara was pretty much still a mess, but now she was trying to hide in Billie’s chest with any energy she had left. “You hold her body, I get her legs.”

Watching Dara whine and cry harder just because she seemed to think Billie was leaving her was one of the hardest things she saw. Billie kissed her head and whispered things Audrey couldn’t understand for a solid minute before they managed to lift her joining forces. Dara hissed in pain as soon as Audrey pulled her legs up and Billie looked even more in panic, eyes even more full of unshed tears. But they made it to the ensuite bathroom as fast as they could, which made the suffering end quickly.

“I’ll start the shower, get her out of her clothes and...try to see if she’s more hurt,” Audrey was trying to keep her cool, let Billie handle her wife, by being useful and ease things for them.

“Yeah, I-I’ll...yeah,” her hands were unbuttoning Dara’s shirt when Audrey turned around to give them some privacy, which she always tried to give them even when they were together. “My love, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere…” ‘My love’ sounded right in Billie’s lips when she directed i to Dara. “There you a-your knees are scraped too...Annie, what happened…”

Dara only sobbed harder with that and when Audrey turned around again, she felt her heart squeeze very tightly inside her ribcage upon seeing Dara like that. Stripped down except for her underwear, she realized then that she wasn’t as full as she used to be, her skin was glistening with sweat and Billie had used her own t-shirt to clean the blood coming out of her nose and out of the scratches in her chest. Did she always had that scar in her left collarbone? Even the scar from the accident in her right hip was even more scary. And all of that as whole made Dara look so...small and vulnerable, that she could understand why Billie was crying finally.

“Billie,” Audrey called out for her and Billie seemed so lost once she managed to look back, so sad, that she had to put her bravest face on to not let away her own fear. “If she has fever, we have to lower it.”

Billie looked then at Audrey with new eyes, her arms tightening around Dara to protect her from anything.

The uneasiness she was feeling suddenly made sense, the voice talking to her from another side telling her something completely different to what she was hearing in reality. And it was a shock that she totally wasn’t prepared for. How bad she wanted to kiss, to hide, to do anything in her power to take the suffering away from her wife.

“Sweetie,” she felt her body restarting, letting go a ragged breath for a second, her hand cradling Dara’s head against her chest better. “She’s burning up and if we don’t do something, it will go worse.”

“Yeah, we have to,” Billie felt herself nod, only making worse the raging headache she felt building up behind her eyes, and she wasn’t sure how but with Audrey’s help they both lifted Dara again to make her stand in her feet, even when it was clear she couldn’t keep herself standing. “Let’s do it, I got you...we got you.”

Upon saying that, Billie suddenly felt the scent of million roses filling her. Oh, you were always so extra. She felt herself tearing up again and Dara got a new whole wave of sobs, because obviously she was feeling it too. Audrey couldn’t, God blessed her, and she felt more eager to get Dara under the shower just because of that.

Billie didn’t care her clothes got wet, she just stood there holding her close to her chest and letting her cry. When was the last time she was like that? Not even the breakdown in the morning compared to this one, it wasn’t even similar. And she let her do that, to cry, to be held, to let go of all that; because she deserved it. Trembling as she was, Dara kept mumbling and sobbing what it seemed apologies, and Billie shushed her with all the care in the world.

They would overcome this too, she was sure of it, as they did all those times before...but this time, Billie was going to be the one guiding her love through it.

Once Dara managed to stop trembling and to be separated from her wife, Audrey got her wrapped in a towel, firm arms holding her while Billie took off her clothes and went to retrieve dry ones for both. Asking her in a mere whisper if she could walk, Audrey also managed to make Dara move little by little towards the bed, where she sat her and started to check the superficial scratches she had. Billie left a pair of her own pajamas by Dara’s side before going to retrieve something to patch her wife up, and, along with her best friend, they worked through the tiny injuries before helping Dara to get in new clothes.

“I’ll go get some tea,” Audrey said finally in tiny voice, once Dara was settled under the covers like a crying ball that she still was, and Billie was trying to kiss her tears away. “Do you want something else dear?”

“C-can you stay tonight?” Billie asked right away, looking up at her friend in a way Audrey never saw her before. “I know you have a lot on your plate, even more after these days, and I’m sor-”

But Billie got silent went Audrey walked towards her to kiss her forehead first and then put her hand in Dara’s cheek tenderly. How could she say no when they both had done bigger things for her? How could deny her best friend that, seeing how much she needed a hand with this new situation, when she never asked something in return?

“I’ll do, don’t even apologize,” she said in a whisper before leaving the room. “I’ll also get some hot towels just in case, okay?”

When they were alone, Billie didn’t lose time to get in bed with Dara, who reached for her as soon as she was close to bury her face in her chest once more. She wasn’t sobbing anymore, thankfully, but it was scary how she seemed unable to stop from crying. Billie brushed her wet locks of hair out of her face and kissed her brow with love, kissed anywhere she could to not let her think she was alone.

“I’m sorry I let her go,” Dara cried, her body shaking with a sob that never reached her lips. “I’m sorry Billie, I’m sorry...I had to do something, anything...and now she’s...she’s gone Billie, Nora is gone…”

“Your love took her there,” Billie whispered with the warmth she felt in the back of her neck intensifying because she knew they were being listened. “You healed her, my love, you helped her to finally move on...and that’s nothing to be sorry about.”

Billie knew too many things Dara was completely oblivious of, oh that she knew, too many years holding all the secrets the ghost confided in her. And her last words for her wife were full of those secrets and the truth.

Maybe one day she would be able to tell everything to Dara, because she was sure Nora wanted her to know eventually; maybe the next morning she would ask for the whole version of what truly happened; maybe Billie would find a way to let Dara go back to the place she loved.

But for the rest of night, once Audrey came back with everything and with her help they kinda sandwiched her wife between them, she was pretty much okay with finally resting of the whole madness that this was.

Rest from all the countdowns that came to an end in two days. Rest from all the doubts and wonderings, rest from ten years of being a total coward.

Rest knowing that, finally, she was free to love Dara as much as she deserved.

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