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leaderwonim · 3 months

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I HATE (LOVE) YOU.

part one | part two | part four

pairing. situationship!nishimura riki x fem!reader

summary. nishimura riki despised love, so why the hell was his heart beating so fast around you?

If anyone were to ask Nishimura Riki what he thought of love, he’d say it was pointless and quite frankly — a joke.

Nishimura Riki did not believe in love. He didn’t believe in going on multiple silly little dates just to maybe, maybe ask out the person for them to maybe say yes.

He hated the concept of dating. He hated the concept of love.

“What’re you thinking about?” Sim Jaeyun, one of Riki’s closest and really only friend, swung his arms over the much taller boy. “How to take over the world and rule with an iron fist?”

Riki scoffs at that, flicking Jaeyun in the head. “No. But if I were to take over the world, I’d kill you first.”

Jaeyun pretends he’s offended by bringing a hand over his chest, leaning forward to make it more believable that Riki’s words truly hurt his heart.

“How could you say that? I’m your only friend!”

You watch from the distance, watching Riki’s eyes crinkle from both annoyance and amusement, watching as his hands come to each side of Jaeyun’s body, tickling the older boy with no mercy.

It’s in moments like this that you realize Nishimura Riki is just a teenage boy, and that maybe a teenage boy wasn’t the love of your life after all.

“What are you thinking about?” It was Asakura Jo’s voice that snapped you out of your thought. “Math equations, I hope. Your SATs are soon.”

“Shut up.” You shriek, swatting Jo’s face away from yours.

“I’ll never see what you see in him,” he snickers. “But young love, right?”

“Jo, you are one year older than us. One.” You roll your eyes.

“That’s one more year of love experience than you have.” Jo shrugs his shoulders. “Whatever though, your boyfriend looks mad, I’m gonna go.”

Before you can deny that Riki was your boyfriend, Jo’s already leaving, engaged in a new conversation with Kyomi.

“What was that?” A glaring Nishimura Riki already makes you feel annoyed. He could be an asshole when he was in a mood.

“I was talking to Jo. You know, my SAT tutor.”

“Yeah yeah,” Riki waves your words off. “I still don’t know why your mom hired him. I’m so much better.”

“Riki, I love you but you’re terrible at math and English.” You say.

“Oh, you love me?” He teases you by softly nudging you with his side. “L/N Y/N loves me.”

“Yah Nishimura, I will kill you.”

He scoffs, pretending to surrender. “I’m sorry, forgive me your highness.”

You roll your eyes at his sarcasm, linking your arms with his as you two make way to the vending machines.

“You gotta stop doing that.” Riki says, although his tone doesn’t sound like he’s serious at all. “People might think we’re dating if you link arms with me.”

“Oh really?” You put in a few coins, pressing number 36, which was a snickers ice cream bar. “Yah Riki! Give that back!”

It’s too late though — Riki’s already taken a bite out of your ice cream, almost choking on it when you smack his shoulder.

“Okay sorry!” He laughs, a noise that you’ve grown to love despite your love and hate relationship towards the Japanese boy. “Here, I only took a small bite.”

Your eyes widen when he shoves the bar towards your mouth, waiting for you to open so he could feed you.

“This is gross.” Jaeyun, Kiyomi, and Jo all watch from a distance, shaking their heads at one another. “Not a couple my ass.”

As soon as Riki and you are done with school for the day, his instincts instantly go for your school bag, swinging it over his shoulder despite how heavy it was.

“Yah,” he says, fingers coming down to mess with your ponytail. “This bag is so heavy, no wonder you’re so short.”

Your cheeks puff out and you make a halt, which almost has Nishimura Riki tumbling over you since he hovered above you.

“You’re crazy!” You say, pushing him backwards. “I don’t know how your sisters deal with you everyday.”

“They love me.” He defends himself.

He drops you off at your house, bidding a quick goodbye to your grandmother before dashing back to his house.

“Geez, did you run a marathon or something?” Riki’s older sister says, giving a look of disgust towards her brother.

“No.” He places one of his hands against his chest, eyes widening when he realizes how much his heart is beating. “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like what?” His sister is super annoyed now, feet tapping against the floor tiles.

“This feeling.” Riki’s mouth goes dry, and his first thought is that he needs water. He really really needs water.

His long legs march themselves to the kitchen, flimsy arms clumsily reaching for a cup.

“Seriously, you’re acting weirder than usual.” His sister says from the living room.

“Mind your own business!”

Nishimura Riki was screwed. He was sure of it. Although he swore that he’d never get serious with you, he feels the butterflies in his stomach and his heart beating irregularly. He’s so screwed.

He thought that pushing you away the week before would be a good idea. When you had asked the stupid question of were you and Riki soulmates in another universe, he felt speechless.

He didn’t believe in soulmates, much less another universe.

No. He had replied with. We aren’t even soulmates in this one.

He knew he was an asshole, and it was an asshole move on his part. But he couldn’t help it, there was no way Nishimura Riki would let love tie him down. There was no way. He simply refused.

“I hate her.” Riki grumbles the next morning as he’s eating breakfast with Jaeyun.

“You hate Y/N?” Jaeyun tries to stop himself from laughing — because it’s ridiculous, really. He knew his best friend by heart, if anything, Riki was inlove with you.

“I hate Y/N, I hate the way she laughs, I hate the way I can easily tower over her, I hated her stupid haircut from last month. I hate her.”

Jaeyun thinks it’s pathetic that Riki is trying so hard to convince himself it’s not love he’s feeling, but hate. Clearly the Japanese boy had issues.

“I heard Jo’s gonna ask her out.” Jaeyun’s mouth moves quicker than he can stop it.

“What?”

Before Jaeyun could say anything else, Riki’s already leaving in a panic, his priority was finding you.

“Hey!” He yells as he spots your figure heading into the school. He grabs you by your arms effortlessly, your surprised yelp only adding to the list of what Riki claims he “hates”.

“Is it true?”

“What is?” You say exasperated, arms crossed over your chest. “Why do you always ask me the broadest questions Nishimura?”

“Is Jo gonna ask you out?”

You automatically choke on your spit, not expecting such a ridiculous question. “What?!”

You let out a giggle, which doesn’t help Riki who’s already flushing with red.

“No! What the hell!” You say, looking directly into the boy’s eyes. “He’s my tutor for God sakes! I’ve told you like a billion times.”

“Oh.” Riki bites the inside of his cheek, now aware that Jaeyun had lied straight from his mouth.

“Why?” You get closer to Riki, your head almost bumping into his chest. “It wouldn’t be a problem if he asked me, would it?”

“It would!” Riki clasps his hands over his mouth, already realizing he’s said too much.

You smirk at his unsuccessful attempt to try and conceal his emotions because despite the nonchalant persona Nishimura Riki so desperately tries to keep up, you can see right through it.

“Oh would it?” You tease. “Why?”

“Because..” Riki pauses, biting his lip as he tries to think of what to say. “Because I don’t want you to go out with him.”

“I think Jo and I make a great couple, don’t you?”

Riki rolls his eyes, both hands coming down to grip your shoulders. “No.”

“Why not?”

You keep pushing the boy because you know sooner or later he’ll break. He wasn’t very good at containing his obvious jealously.

“Because you’ll look better with me!”

Ah, there it was. Nishimura Riki has finally broke.

“Hmm,” you say, lips curving into a teasing smile as you watch Riki’s face turn bright red in embarrassment. “Don’t worry Nishimura, it’s you I like, not him.”

Riki doesn’t let you say anything else before he connects his lips with yours. He ignores the blaring alarms in his head telling him that it was stupid to fall inlove, because he had already fallen too deeply with you.

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wanderingtycho · 1 year

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By far one of my favorite things about the way Disco Elysium handles politics is that Libertarianism is treated as an absolute joke. Like the game is obviously sympathetic towards communists, but there are elements of sympathy towards the moralists and fascists as well. Not sympathy in the sense of “oh can’t we all just get along, we’re all human” BS, but sympathy in the sense that you are able to understand a persons thought process that would lead them to embrace moralism or fascism. Even if that thought process is deeply flawed, and leads to horribly off kilter conclusions, going through the centrist and fash quests gives you meaningful insight into the appeal of those ideologies.

But Ultraliberalism? The game just laughs at you, repeatedly and mercilessly. As it should, you’re a cop so poor a guy you’ve known for one day has to pawn some fancy hubcaps so you can afford rent, yet all you talk about is your grindset. Your hustle, how you’re gonna disrupt the market and groove your way into the lap of luxury. It’s delusion, utter stark raving madness, and characters treat you as such.

Kim is at a loss for words whenever you crank on your libertarian spiel, Evrart calls you a retard, you have to *trick* the mega-rich light bending guy into giving you mercury mining stocks because he’s simply too perplexed by you. Joyce, last of the self identified Ultras, doesn’t take you seriously. Sileng just goes along with it the same way he goes along with any of the other nonsense you can spout, because he’s on his own hustle, and there is no loyalty among charlatans. The only character who is wholeheartedly onboard with the money engineering and the visionary wave making lifestyle is literally named IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL.

But you see, all these things are just incidental, where the game makes it most potent jab at libertarians is when the vision quest stops. Notice I said *stop* not *end*. The communist quest line ends with a Rhetoric check in order to ask The Most Important Question about Communism. The fascist quest has you look yourself in the eye with an Endurance check to see if you can stomach the truth about yourself and your Vöws. The moralist quest ends with a heart wrenching Empathy check as you beg the iron grey and soulless enforcers of the status quo to please god help this district before war breaks out in the streets. There’s real personal stakes for Harry in all these disparate paths he can walk, what does Ultraliberalism get?

You and Kim look at a statue covered in tinsel and disco balls, Kim asks you why you went through with all this, and no matter what response you pick he’s like “Right, yeah, okay. Anyway, let’s finish the case.”

That’s it, no grand moment of pathos, no red Savoir Faire skill check to see if you really are the baddest hustler in the neoliberal hood after all. It’s completely limp, flaccid, lackluster. The game treats all the effort you put into this as exactly what it is: sad, cringe fantasies of a poor old man who’s huffing copium over the embarrassed millionaire mythos.

Disco Elysium doesn’t give libertarianism a poignant, profound conclusion because it’s an ideology undeserving of such treatment. It’s a hyper-capitalist cult mentality of toxic positivity and confirmation bias, a way for desperate people to trick themselves and other chumps into thinking they can bootstrap their way into wealth and prestige. It goes past wishful thinking into pure delirium, the game doesn’t engage with it seriously because it doesn’t have to, the only people who sincerely believe any of its tenants are morons and the clowns who sucker them.

#disco elysium #politics #this one is a tad more mean spirited than the last #I just really hate libertarians they’re so nauseatingly obnoxious #it’s a shame disco came out before NFTs were the latest trend those mooks glommed onto #imagine the kind of jokes we could’ve gotten out of Harry trying to send monkey jpegs over the radiocomputer

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kpophubb · 2 years

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Hey, love your work <3

Let’s get straight to the point, what would enha react to y/n being in a large Co-ed Group that only y/n remains the only female? Group members being a bit touchy in a normal way? How would they react & or take it when your dating enha but y/n is being shipped with the group members?

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At first heeseung finds it really fascinating that you’re the only female lead singer in a co-ed group. He’d be so proud of you and cheer you on and wouldn’t think much about you being surrounded by a bunch of males all the time. However, when they’re being touchy with you, even if it’s in a casual way, he’d be slightly bothered by it.

Hee is not a petty person at all, so he will think about it a lot and try to brush it off, reminding himself that he’s over reacting. But, when it goes to the level of shipping and he sees fans romanticising contact between you and your member and editing lovey dovey tiktoks he’d be deeply bothered.

And what does he do? Since he doesn’t wanna create distance between you and your member and make things bitter by saying something to your member, he’s gonna straight up post a picture of you and him holding eachother in a romantic way on twt.

He’s quite daring and knows your relationship would have to be out sooner or later. Will write sth on the caption like “my girl, I love you” putting extra emphasis on the word “my” to let the whole world know you belong to him. This way, the shipping can cease without any drama and your members would stop being clingy with you getting the hint.

Heeseung will obsessively scroll through fan comments on your post and only find satisfaction when he sees lovely comments about you two being a couple. Will run upto a clueless you and brag about how “see? Everyone thinks we look perfect together 😏😌” from overwhelming pride and happiness.

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Jay is a protective person (not in a toxic way) and doesn’t like his girl being touched by any other males other than him. Ofc friendly hugs and nudges are okay, but still, if it gets too much he’s evidently affected by it. Upset, troubled and not having it.

Will tell you very very nicely to not engage in much physical contact w your members by saying something like “baby I don’t think you and m/n shouldn’t cling so much or else you know people will get the wrong idea :) “. He’s the mature type, so won’t make a big fuss about it.

However, when things get worse and the shipping starts, oh boy, he’s mad. Not at you, but at the whole situation. It’s now that he will go upto the member and you and tell him directly to stay away from you. “She’s mine so you should stop being so clingy with her.” He’d glare at him possessively, passing on his silent threat and protectively wrap his arms around your waist and walk you out of the room.

You’ll need to give a bit of reassurance to him later on to melt his bad mood! He’s not someone who would want your relationship to be disclosed as it might cause problems for your careers but would appreciate it sm if you took the time and cleared it to the fans that you and that specific member are nothing more than just friends.

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Jake is a calm and chill person, and we all know it. Which means he won’t think much about you and your members being touchy, especially cause it’s in a friendly way and he knows it. He’s talked to your members once or twice and they all seem really nice so being bothered by it isn’t even a thought in his mind.

Initially, when the shipping starts, though he furrows his brows at the couply posts and zoomed in angles of you and your member, he doesn’t show it much on the outside. He’s displeased by the whole thing- the way fans swoon over you and your member even looking at eachother and edit romantic shorts and all. He scrolls through the comments of fans and feels really upset when he sees how they think you and the member are seemingly “the best for eachother.”

Even though he’s not an overprotective person or on the jealous side, he still won’t approve of his girl that he loves sm being shipped with someone else. It will take a long time for him to react and make a move on this, but he will eventually. Will be very thoughtful about it and won’t do anything that might make you mad at him, so he won’t even tell you anything. Or even discuss about it.

After some time when he’s DONE with the shipping posts finally, he will straight up comment on your post, making it clear to everyone that you’re jake’s girl. “Damn baby, you’re so beautiful *heart eyes*” he will leave something like that under your post for the whole world to see and be sure of your relationship.

You’re gonna need to give him a lot of extra love and care after this. It’s only then after his comment that you realize that he was hurt about the situation at one point. He doesn’t wanna be dramatic and is good at hiding his feelings, so you were oblivious the whole time. You have to tell him some more than usual “I love yous” and bask him in kisses to make him feel happy happy jakey again! Ofc, baby puppy will be on cloud 9 if you reply to the comment with hearts and post a picture of him as your boyfriend on your social media. <3 the one who will become 20x more loving with you and cling to you after this incident.

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Sunghoon is the one who’s evidently annoyed with it. From watching sunghoon with Jake, it’s clear that he’s a jealous and possessive person (in a good way) and his jealousy is evident from his expressions. He tries to hide his displeasure but he’s so bad at acting, that you soon catch up when he’s disturbed by it.

Since the first, he’s low-key concerned about you being the only female in a male group. He’s watched them being casually touchy with you and oh boy, he’s worried about it. What if they fall for you? And what if fans start shipping you? From his own experience of being an mc with a female idol, he knows how worse the shipping can get.

So when he does see the shipping posts and your member actually being WAY MORE clingy with you after the viral shipping on tiktok, sunghoon doesn’t ignore those posts, but instead goes through all the comments that further degrade his mood. He even reports some comments out of annoyance, and even makes a fan account of his own to counter argue the allegations lol.

And ofcourse, the way he acts weird with you and avoids eye contact with you the whole period, you know that he’s upset about the drama and not you. Will frown upon seeing your members and possessively drag you out by tightly gripping your wrists from the room when he comes to meet you. And his whole behaviour does pass the silent news to your members that your boyfriend isn’t buying it.

He only calms down when you come live and announce that you and your member are not dating and won’t date as well. That’s when the shipping edits die down and you start keeping physical distance with the guys. Please, I also feel like sunghoon will comment with his fan account under those posts “I think y/n looks better with enhypen sunghoon. He’s more handsome and they look perfect together.”. And hoon will definitely come running to you and give you one big hug when the irritating (to him) situation finally dissolves and you are his in peace! <3!

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The one who takes the whole thing very lightly. He knows how exaggerating fans can be and he really trusts you so it doesn’t bother him. All this come with the package of being an idol, and he’s okay with it cause he knows how much he loves you and you love him just the same.

He takes your skinship with your members casually and ignores all the shipping posts, careful not to spoil his own mood by the baseless shipping. He thinks it’s childish to get mad over something that’s not true, and y’all have such a loving relationship, he thinks even making a fuss about this is futile.

But, when he sees your member getting clingy with you INFRONT OF HIM, like he was literally sitting with you while your member came and pulled you by your hand to take you to the director’s room. It was flirty and he didn’t like how casually he took touching you. That’s when he knows he gotta do something about it.

Since our sunoo is a very peaceful ball of sunshine, he talks to the guy nicely and tells him not to touch you so much because your boyfriend, aka him, doesn’t approve of this whole thing. He said it with a smile, but he seemed so serious, the whole mood was so heavy you could feel it in the air. He also tells you to be careful about not to feed these delusional fans by being too lovey with your group. But all’s well bc this baby forgets about it very soon and melts in your arms the moment you guys go on a romantic date the next day! :) <3

Sunoo is a very calm and happy go lucky person so I don’t see him as reacting that much!

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Now jungwon himself admitted that he’s a very jealous person and from his scary leader mode sometimes and how the whole room goes quiet and the boys obey him immediately, I just know that he gets mad mad when he’s displeased and is a protective person, esp of his girlfriend. (But in all honesty, he looks so hot to me when he’s like that shenxhdndhdj anyway)

Fans don’t even have to ship you and your member together to instigate jungwon, just seeing you and your group being touchy is enough to make him feel super agitated. Obviously he appreciates you having a loving bond with your group, however, he doesn’t like it when you’re being clingy with them or vice versa.

You know the kind of cold murderous glare that’s enough to threaten someone and send shivers down your spine? That’s the way he eyes your members when they touch you infront of him. Aka a warning: stay.tf.away.from.MY.girl

He’s usually not someone who’s into pda or being lovey dovey with you in public, but after this whole thing, he becomes touchy with you infront of your group especially. Like wraps his arms around your waist, holds your hand and what not. And you know the best part? When he actually does see all those shipping controversies and senses one member actually liking you, jungwon will directly kiss you infront of the member superrrrrrrrr romantically, passing his ownership over you in clear fonts to the other guy. He is normally too shy to do this, but now, he’s too mad to care. You’re his and his alone, and they should be clear about it.

Since he’s the leader of the group and knows the hassle of a relationship being exposed, he won’t drag your relationship out in the spotlight just because of this. The least he will do is ask your manager to diminish the rumours about you and your member dating and IF HE EVER gets a chance to expose your dating status one day, he won’t waste a single second to post a picture of you and jungwon with eachother and let the whole world know who you belonged to all this time. It doesn’t matter when he gets the chance, even if it’s years from now, he will still hold this mission and reveal it one day haha. Because come on, he was pissed when people wrote supportive and delulu comments under the post of you and that other guy dating.

You will ofcourse need to cool him down with ice cream bribe lmao. But I tell you, he will become extra clingy and romantic with you after this. And yes, be more verbal and let you know every now and then how much he loves you and you alone and wants you to love him and him alone. :( <3

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Okay so ni ki is quite mature for his age but at the end of the day, he’s just a 16 year old baby so it’s obvious that if his girlfriend is rumoured to be dating someone else and nasty media is involved, he will grow insecure and be unhappy about it.

He’s sad to mad and everything in between. But more, on the sad side :(. He doesn’t mind that much about the skinship you initiate with other members AT FIRST but soon he overthinks about it and doesn’t like it. Lectures you to stay away from them physically as it might create rumours.

And when the rumours and shipping do start, he’s even more disturbed and feeling low. He becomes so sulky & pouty, you immediately understand what’s going on. You gotta give him more love and affection to make him feel better again. And ofc, tight hugs. He doesn’t expect to be dramatic and be a ruling bf or sth so he doesn’t express his disappointment much, but you do realize it anyway. Will be super happy if you especially give him kisses and hugs infront of your group so they can be reminded that you love him only.

Literally your baby who will bury his face in your chest as you wrap your hands around his neck about how bad he felt reading all those cheesy comments..:(( he’s so bothered by it that you do take the time to post and clear the misunderstanding of your member and you dating with your fans. It’s then that ni ki is relived. Will scroll through your fan comments and finally rest in peace when the hype has vanished. Phew.

Ni ki won’t say anything to your member/members if it’s just a pointless fan made drama. HOWEVER, if that guy ACTUALLY LIKES YOU and touches you from feelings, he won’t resist himself from being petty. Istg, he will even give them disturbed looks and show you off to them all the time to POINT IT TO THEM you’re not their girl, but his girl. Finds a lot of satisfaction when you play along innocently and become this hot topic couple in your company hehe.

Anyway, you do need to buy him a lot of food and promise him more dates and quality time after this incident. To make up for how bad and vexed he felt and remind him that in your world and heart, it’s only nishimura riki’s existence! <3

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❥ 𝖳𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀! 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽! <3

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stonemags · 1 year

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.3 Blind optimism

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: The one where you’re forced to socialize, your favourite mug is held hostage, and you just can’t see eye to eye with Darcy.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, aggression, cheating, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 6174

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my beloved friend, legend, amazing hair cut girl, bike riding icon, and the best horse trainer in this world. You are the kill leader of my life, and I love you a lot. It's a little early, but happy incredible birthday!

Thanks to @charturnus for editing, helping to write and posting this fic.

Previous chapter

CHAPTER 3

“Can I help you?”

Soft and soothing, that's the way you would describe her voice if anyone would ask, but nobody did, so let's move on. You try to find anything to say that would take you out of this “deer caught in the headlights” moment, not daring to take more time to let the silence linger. You straighten out your posture trying to physically take up more space, trying to show any ounce of confidence in this really not confidence allowing, environment that your day created for you.

“Actually yes. Would you like to talk about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ? The one and only, who can save us from the pits of hell that humanity is running into with this whole LGBT propaganda, women trying to have rights, not being chained to the kitchen madness.” She looks confused which gives you the upper hand, at least that's what you think until she gives you this cocky but proud smile which catches you off guard, and now you are the confused one.

“You must be y/n. It's really nice to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to it.” She takes a step back to let you into your own apartment and sticks her hand out towards you to get an actual greeting. You go in and take off your shoes, only using your heel and toes for it. You don't put the bags down, and you don't engage in the physical contact that the redhead is waiting for. You look up at her, and you appreciate the much better lighting than the one in the café, because right now you can actually see the depth in the colour of her eyes. You’ve never seen eyes like that, and it's deeply interesting. As much as you want to go into this, inside of your head, on an intellectual journey about why people have different eye colours and if their lifestyle can change the outcome of that colour. But it’s not the space or time for that, so you force yourself back into the present, to the woman standing with her hand outstretched.

“Yeah it's me. And all day I was looking forward to getting a shower, so excuse me.” You don't even give her a chance to respond as you move swiftly around her and disappear deeper into the apartment, quickly walking into your room. You feel a little bit awkward and embarrassed, but your priority is your mental state right now, and you need to wash the day off of your body.

After putting everything in place and taking a shower which took you around 30 minutes, because you are not trying to get Darcy mad, she is terrifying when she is mad, you pull some outfit together and go to the living room where you hear everybody chatting. Classic loose mom jeans and a sentimental flannel fit you nicely, not showing too much of your skin, but still not making you a nun.

As you walk in, you throw a loud “hi guys,” in the direction of the sitting area, and go straight to the kitchen which is connected to the living room by the island. Maria immediately stands up to hug you, and she’s never too shy to show care through physical touch. It makes a lot of sense since it's her love language.

You hug her back with just as much force as she does, and as she is going back to where she was sitting, you take a non-alcoholic cold beer out of the fridge.

“We have wine if you are interested.” This voice is also new to you, but this one is a little bit deeper. It's flowing through the room and if you wouldn't have any control over yourself, like your flatmates, you would probably have goosebumps all over your body.

“She doesn't drink, this bitch is in the sober club.” Darcy answers for you, clearly a little bit pissed that you didn't say hi before the shower, but you hear the little hint of teasing in her voice.

“That's interesting. Why?” Another new voice makes you turn around and lean on the kitchen island. Just then, you take in the whole picture in front of you. The biggest couch is occupied by Carol and Darcy sitting between her legs. Carol's hand is intertwined with your friend's and as much as you will never admit it, the lovesick look on your friend's face is making you really happy and glad that she found someone like Carol. In the big chair on your right there is a new figure, a really elegant woman you have never met before, but in some way her face is familiar. Her strawberry blonde hair is put into a tight ponytail, and it makes her features look really sharp. Her business outfit brings out the seriousness in her, but a fancy, colourful drink with a big piece of grapefruit levels it out to a neutral position. She has a hard demeanour with a really warm, friendly smile. You are aware that on the left side of the room, on a smaller couch, sits Maria with the two women you recognize from the café. Without making direct eye contact with them, in the corner of your eye you can say that your flatmate is throwing herself at them, which they don't seem to mind. The woman that greeted you at the door is on her left with her hand in Maria's hair, the woman on her right is less shy, freely grabbing her exposed thigh. You are pretty sure that they both are looking straight at you, but you are putting your attention to answer the question. You hop smoothly onto the kitchen counter and lean back for the beer glass. Taking a long sip, you think of an answer while looking at the woman in the chair.

“What’s interesting is the fact that people always ask why I don’t drink. I mean, if I were to tell you that I don't eat carrots nobody would question it, but as soon as it's about the alcohol people ask why. Social constructs, I guess. But about why, I was diagnosed with ADHD at the beginning of the year.” You casually explain.

“And you can’t drink while you take your medication?” The same deep voice turns your attention to the left. They seem to be really interested in what you're saying. Their focus on you is razor sharp.

“I can and I did. I mean, you probably shouldn’t and my psychiatrist doesn't recommend it, even if I didn't have any bad reactions to drinking. It was a good enough excuse for me to stop. I don't enjoy getting drunk either way, and since I'm always sober, I can at least be the DD.” She seems confused, but Carol makes sure to fill her in as soon as you are done talking.

“Designated driver. One person always agrees to not drink, so everybody can get home safely.” Redhead nods in acknowledgement, and Carol lets go of Darcy to allow her to stand up to refill their drinks.

“Did you bring the whisky?” It's Darcy's favourite kind and the only thing she orders while visiting you at work. You have to admit that it's a really nice 12-year-old blended, scotch whisky, and the only thing you miss since you stopped drinking. Without answering her, you jump off the counter and leave the living room to grab two bottles from your room. As you bring them back, she already prepared glasses for everybody to try. While she fills them up, she starts speaking.

“Y/n this is Pepper, Pepper Stark. She is the CEO of Stark tech company. She is also in the middle of writing an incredible book.” She introduces you as she hands the drink to the woman on the chair. Her name gives you an idea of why she seems familiar. Tony Stark teaches at your ex's university. You heard so much about him that you feel like you were attending his course yourself. Cold but creative, a leader but a dickhead, the list goes on and on. Adding up all you know from Shuri and other students, you can assume why she divorced this talented bastard. The news made it out to be a massive deal when she overtook his company. But Stark tech has never been better than under her leadership.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Likewise.” You nod at her from a distance. You have a lot of respect for powerful, successful women.

“This is Natasha and this is Wanda.” They don't bother standing up, so you don't move from your position waiting for Darcy to give you more information.

“They are the co-owners of a law company. Wanda is an amazing lawyer with a Smith Award and Natasha is a CFP designated financial adviser.” You nod at them, completely unamused.

“That's impressive.” It’s not. “ Nice to meet you both, I’m y/n.”

“I think we already know each other, sugar.” Natasha says, and you can't help but be curious about where she finds the audacity. Her eyes are fixated on you while her hand stays on Maria’s thigh, but travels a little bit higher. You can't help but watch and think to yourself…. What the fuck. This whole situation is rather weird, but your roommate definitely enjoys the attention. You on the other hand feel like they both are trying to dominate you, and you are about to put it to stop, but before you can say anything, Wanda is already speaking.

“We hope you enjoyed your cold brew. I bet it felt nice to not have to pay for your own coffee for once.” You don't even need a second to think. You grab your wallet from your back pocket, take out a 20 dollar bill and put it on the coffee table in front of Wanda, all without taking your eyes off of her.

''You can keep the change.” This definitely pulls a reaction out of your friends. They know how much you work and how much you are struggling with finances. Trying to earn money to publish your poetry and to stop worrying about staying afloat every single month. You return to your place next to the kitchen island, not paying attention to Wanda’s or Natasha’s reaction.

''y/n that’s not what she-'' Darcy starts speaking but is soon cut off by Wanda defending her motive.

''That's not what I meant, baby.” Honestly, what is it with strangers and pet names? They see you for the first time and definitely feel too comfortable with their approach.

“With all due respect, I went there just to support my friend, to watch over her in case it turns out that both of you are some creepy, thirsty, questionable individuals. I didn’t ask you to pay for it.''

“They were trying to be nice, y/n. That's it. Calm down.” Maria tries to settle you down, feeling uneasy in this situation.

“Well in that case I really appreciate it. Please don’t do it ever again, thank you.” This situation is straight out of some Bruce Wayne shit.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” The room went weirdly silent. Yes, you got a little bit heated, but you weren't even yelling or arguing.

“Yeah. Why?” Darcy is on her feet immediately, same as Wanda. That confuses you even more.

“You’re bleeding.” The redhead stands right in front of you with those green big eyes and all you think about is getting out of her reach. Just then, you look down, and your beer is stained red. Your hand travels immediately to your nose, finding out that you have a full on nose bleed.

“Shit. Yeah, I'm okay just, shit… just give me a second.” You say quickly and if the whole attention wasn’t on you, people would’ve miss what you said. Someone goes after you, you can feel the presence behind you.

“Fuck.” Just as you see yourself in the mirror, you get an idea of why their reaction was as big. Blood is literally dripping from your nose, it's not a light one either. As you lean above the sink trying to use cold water to minimize the damage, you hear the voice behind you.

“Let me help. You have to-”

“No, thanks, I got this.” Wanda won't let go that easily.

“Baby, I'm just trying-”

“Do you use nicknames on all strangers you meet?” You can't help but bite back, it makes you feel uncomfortable. She ignores your question and tries to move your flannel out of the back of your neck. You jump at her touch, not in a good way. Her hand is cold from the drink she was holding, and she is too close to you.

“I don’t need your help.” Your hand is red, half of the sink stained, and the blood doesn't seem to stop coming any time soon. Before she can try to make a move one more time, the bathroom door opens with force.

“Sit your ass down, and pinch your nose right above your nostrils.” Darcy is stern in her voice and right when you think about telling her off she continues.

“I'm not going to tell you twice. Sit your ass down, or I'm going to yell for Carol, and she is going to make you.” You look at her in the mirror in front of you. She stands tall, arms crossed at her chest, while she is holding something green in one hand. Wanda is still in the bathroom with both of you, she looks surprisingly concerned about this whole situation. Darcy is not backing down and for your own sake you are sitting down on the toilet cover.

“Always so fucking stubborn. Hold this.” A bag of frozen peas lands on the back of your neck, almost making you jump.

“I got this.” Wanda chimes in and as you are about to argue, Darcy's look makes you stop. Coldness travels down your spine and your head feels light because of the blood loss. It happens often, but not as bad as this one. Your friend leaves, and as you are left with Wanda, all you want is to avoid unnecessary conversations.

“Does it happen often?” Seems like you can't avoid it.

“No.”

“Darcy says it does.”

“Then why do you ask?” For just a second she looks sad, and you realize that you act a little bitchy.

“Sorry, it's just annoying.”

“It's okay, thank you for apologizing. Your friends say that you overwork yourself a lot. Is that the reason it's happening?”

“No. No, it's not.”

“Then what is it? Her concern seems fake, or needed as a social expectation of the situation. You don't know why, but it makes you feel sick, or maybe it's the headache that's coming.

“Cocaine.” By her expression you can see that she is shocked but tries to be as casual about it as she can.

“She’s kidding.” Darcy is no fun. She returns to your side and kneels in front of you, taking your head into her hands. As she makes sure you are okay, she tells Wanda to take off the bag, and you are surprised when you feel her drying your skin with a towel, after the ice melted.

“Go lie down. And no working y/n. No essays, no school, no working. I mean it.” You laugh at her and thank both of them for help. After cleaning yourself up, you don't bother going to the living room anymore, and you disappear in your sheets.

You wake up some time later with a full on headache. Naps are the worst thing that can happen. You never felt good after taking one. You put on a jumper and take a look at the time. It's dark outside and the clock shows 1am. You couldn't be more grateful for that. If that was 4am, you probably wouldn't go to sleep anymore. Since it's relatively early, you can still catch a couple of hours of sleep. Priority now is taking care of your headache.

The apartment is really quiet. As you move smoothly through the hall, you pay attention to the shoes mess at the entrance. Pepper is not here, but it seems as though Carol and two redheads are still in your apartment. Also, Kate still isn't back. Her room is open and as much as you would love to spare her the pain of the conversation that awaits, it's killing you that she still isn't aware of what happened. Even the worst of the truths is better than lying.

It’s dark, soft light comes from your bedroom behind you and the living room in front of you. Darcy's doors are closed, which means that Carol is probably staying the night, it's not unusual. You just don't understand why they would stay here when they have like five other houses to choose from. You are surprised to see the living room occupied. On one of the stools, you can see Wanda finishing up a glass of red wine. Her lips are a little bit stained because of it, and the soft light coming from the candle brightens up her face, bringing out all the features. Her jaw looks really sharp, and you can't help but think that rich people definitely put too much money into fixing up unimportant things about them. It would be amazing if that kind of operation would work on personalities too. As soon as she sees you, she puts down her glass and straightens her posture, probably trying to dominate you. It's too late for that, and you are too tired to play her game, so you don't acknowledge her presence.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” She asks as you enter the kitchen to fish inside the cabinet for your favourite tea and your mug. You stay silent, trying to pretend that you didn't hear her worried voice, flowing through the empty kitchen.

“Y/n?” She tries again, her voice is softer now as you are about to run away. She thinks you are weak. At least that's what you are telling yourself.

“I feel thirsty.” You search the inside of the cabinet trying to navigate through a million types of cups, mugs and glasses, thinking why do you need so many. You hear her subtle laughter, and god nobody made you that confused with their reactions, confused and annoyed. You swear under your breath, not finding your favourite green mug in the place it should be. The dishwasher is open and empty, and all you can think of is searching the house to find your comfort object. It's a gift from your brother, and everybody knows not to touch it, so who in the hell would- it's like a lightbulb being turned on above your head. You turn around with so much power, scanning the surroundings in front of you. You spot your mug standing next to Wanda, and she catches that.

“Oh, that's what you’re looking for?” She makes it sounds like a question, but her smirk is nothing else but an invitation to her game, in which you are not planning to participate. As you let out a loud sigh, you go around the kitchen island to grab it. At the same time she turns around on the chair following your movement. You are not going to ask for it back, just as she didn't ask if she can use it. Is it normal for people like them to just take what they want?

“Oh, you want it?” Honestly, you can help but think, “is she dumb?”.

“No, actually I came over to leave it where it is, I just wanted to see it up close.” Sarcasm is dripping from every word you say. Your sentence is coated in it hoping that she will get the message.

“It or me?”

“Oh get over yourself” You reach to her left, the mug is almost in your hand, but she is faster. She snatches it into her hand, drinks the rest of the water she had in it, and lifts it up to have it out of your reach.

“Why would I? I enjoy it too much.” Your eyes are fixated on hers, the green colour sparkles with golden flakes in dimmed light. Her left hand keeps her stable by holding the counter. Your eyes are going lower, following the movement of her body. Her jacket falls lightly to the sides as she opens her legs in front of you. She wants you to reach for it. It feels like you have to work for your own property.

“Of course you do. Does the lack of manners come in a rich, self-indulgent package?” It seems like she is too mighty to have people talking to her that way. As much as you adore Carol, her friends are not your favourite kind of people. While she takes a second to react to the boldness of your statement, you use this moment to your advantage. You grab her free wrist and pull it into your direction, causing her to lose balance and fall forward. To avoid an actual fall, she grabs anything to regain control, and the closest thing to her is you. Her hand falls right onto your waist. As being just in your pyjamas, a basic t-shirt is not helpful when her cold palm digs into your side. The whole situation takes like 5 seconds, and you can't react fast enough to get out of her grip. You find yourself in an awkward position. Her face is too close to yours, as she gasps you can feel her breath on your skin. It's also cold, you assume it's because of the wine she was just drinking. It has to be an expensive kind, too, because you can't smell sulphur in her breath. Instead of actually letting you go, she seems to fight herself not to bring you closer. You can't figure out what kind of game she is playing, but you refuse to give her the upper hand in whatever this is. You get closer to her, your lips barely inches apart, her breath hitches, and before she can make any move she hears you whisper.

“Let me go.” The realization of what she is doing comes on her really fast, and she looks almost scared. The proximity of your bodies allows you to grab the mug at the last second and as she lets you go, you return to the kettle. You notice that the air in the room feels thick, so you make a mental note of opening a window before returning to your room. Trying to salvage your grip on the situation, you decide to change the topic, not mentioning that you are already convincing yourself that nothing happened.

“So!” That brings her attention towards you. The steaming green mug in your hand feels like a trophy.

“Where's your wife?” You take a sip, trying to sound natural and casual. It's after 1am, and you are in the kitchen, with a stranger, wearing a t- shirt and underwear as your pyjamas, after the two of you were in a really uncomfortable position. Bringing her wife up right this moment feels like an excellent idea.

“How do you know she's my wife? Maybe we are just partners.” The glass of wine returns to her hand, and you have to admit that it suits her.

“Your ring. Both of you have matching ones, yours was corrected into a smaller size, family heirloom I assume.” Wanda looks like she waits for you to continue, so you do.

“It's 2 different kinds of gold. The original one is warmer, more coppery and less yellow in tone, it's called Hamilton Gold. When you had it resized, they used a different kind of gold for soldering.” For a second, she looks down at her own hand, and she doesn't look back up at you before taking another sip of her wine. When her eyes meet yours, the only thing you can read in them is amazement.

“Oh, don't look at me like that. I have hobbies.”

“It's surprising that you have time for hobbies. You know, with your schedule.”

“Careful, you’re making it sound like you think you actually know me.” It seems like on every corner of the conversations you have something new for her. You are brutally honest, sarcastic, even rude sometimes and too stubborn for her liking.

“You don't like me, do you?” Before you have a chance to even think about an answer, your conversation is interrupted by the other redhead.

“Hi rodnaya. Sorry it took so long. I just need a glass of water, and then we can go.” Natasha comes up to her wife and kisses her on the cheek. Wanda smiles at that immediately, and you are trying to read them. They seem happy, what would they even look for anything else, are they playing a part in front of you? Or maybe they are just bored in life? You take in the view in front of you. Wanda's lips are even more stained than before, and it seems like Natasha got an imprint of that from her kiss. Just a second ago, you were just as close with her wife, it doesn't feel right. A shiver goes down your spine, but you decide to have this mental fight later. Natasha is a little bit taller than Wanda. Their eyes are similar in colour but have completely different natures. It reminds you of a lake and the ocean, both blue but at the same time totally different. Their hair colour is also different, and Nat’s hair is shorter than her wife’s. As you take your eyes off of their faces, you realize that her outfit that was so well put together before, is absolutely ruined. Her shirt is wrinkled, you are pretty sure that her fly is open, and her pants seem to have been put on in a hurry. You thought about possible reasons for it and, God, you wish you didn't. Maria likes to have fun, and she for sure wouldn't pass on this kind of opportunity. Before creating unwanted images in your head, Wanda’s voice takes you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, don't worry, I had a glass of wine and amazing company.” By the last bit, they are both looking at you. It's two versus one, and you don't like those odds.

“Well, I'm glad you did. Thank you, y/n, for taking care of my girl.”

“No worries, there are just a hundred other things I would rather be doing.” It's late, you are tired, and low on blood. These are perfect conditions for bitchiness. Luckily, they are not asking more and not picking up the topic. As Wanda finishes her wine and sends a fast text on her phone, you are getting ready to go back to bed. You are stopped in your tracks by a hand reaching into your direction.

“Here. If you ever have more gold fun facts or feel the need to talk about our lord and saviour, call us.” A nicely printed business card contains Wanda’s and Natasha’s names, followed by two phone numbers. You look at her with a fake, softish smile.

“I’ll call you, if I ever need a lawyer. Thank you.” You nod at her and Natasha and while feeling their eyes on you, you throw the card into the bin. Your methods might be a little brutal, but they never fail when it comes to people leaving you alone. You expect them to look disappointed, maybe even mad. Some little comment about how disrespectful you are, a much too loud scoff, precisely loud for you to hear. You can't read them, and it's infuriating, you don't feel safe. Wanda smiles at you, showing a little dimple on her left side. She hands something to her wife and as Natasha takes it from her hand she sends you a smirk and puts another business card down on the counter. The sound of closing doors makes all of you turn into the direction of Darcy's room. Carol looks like she was almost asleep, being woken up at an ungodly hour.

“I got your text, are you guys ready?” The question is thrown in the general direction of the living room. The two redheads are on their feet immediately collecting their belongings. Carol looks at you and sends you a warm smile.

“You look better y/n. Keep your nose bleeds in check, Darcy is really worried about you.”

“Aye, aye captain.” Since your best friend told you about her partner's favourite title, you have been smoothly using it to throw Carol off. It seems to work, as she always puts her hands into fists, taking a couple of deep breaths.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n.” Wanda is sweet in her voice, still having this curious look while studying your face.

“It really was. See you around, sugar.” Natasha is more cocky, and it doesn't look as good on her as she thinks.

As the apartment loosen up and gets more quiet, you want to take a couple extra minutes to unwind after everything, just sitting on the couch and taking in the view from the big windows.

“You’re still awake.” Darcy is up, and she is the only person whose presence you don't mind right now, or ever.

“Yeah, you know how naps work on me. I thought you were asleep.” She sits next to you and steals your mug. Taking a long sip of lightly warm tea, she puts her head on your rough shoulder. You adjust your body to make it more comfortable for the both of you.

“I almost was, but Carol has some meetings in the morning, and she had to go.” You only nod in understanding, and the room is filled by comfortable silence. This is something that you were only able to build up with Darcy. Complete trust towards each other and the whole truth between the two of you, without actually having to say a word. It takes time, and effort, but you are always willing to put in more, but it doesn't mean that you don't fight.

''What do you think about what happened?'' Her question takes you by surprise and only after giving it a couple of seconds thought, do you get what she is asking about.

“You didn't tell me that the date was with two women.”

“Does it matter?”

“It would if I had to take them out. You know, they could always turn out as some creeps.”

“They aren’t.” Darcy sounds serious, and it throws you off a little bit. These kinds of topics work as a dynamite on both of you. Just a little spark to set off an explosion. You don't agree with each other on a lot of levels, but usually you can find a middle ground. You are not so sure if that's the case right now.

“Why would Maria take money from strangers, though. At some point they will either want to take it back and will try to make her do something for it. Nobody gives this amount without asking for anything back.” It's shady, they are, and you don't like it. You would do everything to protect your friends, they are your family. Knowing that someone has so much power over one of your friends doesn't sit right with you.

''Maybe they just wanted to be nice.'' You roll your eyes. You said what you said, and Darcy can't make you change your mind. It's surprising she is even trying,

“I don’t know… all of it seems a little extreme.” You are confused, for sure, but you also feel some kind of disgust. Letting someone pay just because, it’s …. It's wrong. And then just going to bed with a complete stranger while her wife is in the next room.

“It’s not that extreme.” Darcy tries to reason with you, educate you on unknown topics. You were trying to see things from her side, but it's like talking in different languages.

“Darcy, you are literally wearing a dog collar.” You say while hooking your finger in the metal hoop, tugging at it very lightly. She slaps your hand away and looks offended.

“It's not a dog collar. God y/n. You know it's not about humiliating or degrading someone. It's a matter of ownership, Carol engraved her name on it, and it makes me feel loved beyond reason. She chose me, and she chooses me every single day. My collar shows how much she cares about me, and how proud she is of me. Carol is so happy to have me that she wants to show the rest of the world that I’m all hers, that they can only look but never touch. Tell me how that is degrading.

“This seems like a control freak thing.” You are getting really close to the boundaries right now, you can feel it. She is getting fed up, her head long gone from the space on your shoulder. Her face is shocked by the things you say. It's not going too well.

“Talking about it is one thing, but talking shit about my girlfriend is not acceptable. You've known Carol all this time… Did she ever come across as a control freak? Also, have you ever noticed her ring?” You think for a second, trying to recall the image of it in your head.

“The silver one she never takes off? I swear to god she showers, sleeps, and works with this thing on.”

“It has an engraving on the inside of it. A sign that she belongs to me just as much as I belong to her. Don’t speak up about things you know shit about.” At this point, she is standing up in front of you, and you feel trapped. Abandoning the conversation seems like the best decision at this moment, you are just too deep into it, and you don't know how to save yourself. You never meant to insult your friends.

“Okay, let's leave you and Carol for a second. What about Maria, God I would die for her, but she wants to be under somebody so much. Provide for her, tell her what to do, what to say, what to wear, who to be. This is not normal.” You really do love her, but you simply don't understand. If that were you, you would do everything to make it stop.

“Let’s not leave Carol and me. I want the same things from Carol, I'm getting the same things from Carol. Am I not normal?” You can see tears forming in her eyes. It's rare for you two to make each other cry, but every time you do, it's like hell visiting earth. You stand up to be with her on the same level, and as you do, you realise it's a mistake. Your mouth seems to work faster than your brain, and you wish you never said out loud the things you are about to say.

“Fuck sorry Darcy but it's sick. Making yourself barely exist for someone's pleasure. If you are too scared to live your life, just say so. I love you, but the fact that you chose the easy way doesn't mean I need to approve of it. I love you Darcy, so much, the last thing I want and have time for is arguing with you right now. I don't think we are going to find middle ground here”. If the looks could kill, you would be dead right there and then. She balls her hand into a fist, but you stand your ground. She moves towards you, you feel her hot breath on your face, nostril flare up, and her eyes filled to the brim with sadness, threatening to spill.

She puts a finger on your chest with surprising force, but you still didn't move. You feel smaller under her gaze, not really sure why. Her next words proved what kind of power she has in your life.

“Sick? There is no middle ground in this. You are just wrong, so, so wrong about all of this. God, how can you be so fucking blind? You are not better than any of us, just because you decide to be lonely with your struggles. Grow up, because I want my fucking friend back, and until you do, don't talk to me.”

That's it. She just stormed off to her room, leaving you in heavy silence. You’ve had arguments before, but you never said out loud what you actually think about the style of relationships your friends are living or want to live in. You should have kept your mouth shut. Mentally scolding yourself, you finish your tea and decide to try to fall asleep. Today was too long, and you wish none of it ever happened at all.

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Too Clingy

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: Y/N overhears Xavier telling Ajax that she’s too clingy so she decides to distance herself from him a while.

Warning: probably none

A/N: Ajax calls Y/N “mama” (just cuz I think every guy calls a Latina ‘mama’ but also because of a beast boy and raven edit) and Y/N calls Ajax “Papito”, they have a flirty friendship. Y/N has telekinesis and heightened senses like Daredevil.

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Y/N was hanging in Xavier’s room, they were cuddling, watching a Disney movie.

“I’m gonna shower real quick, can I use one of your shirts, flaquito?” Y/N asked Xavier.

“Yeah sure, sweetheart. Here you go.” Xavier said, handing Y/N his shirt. Y/N went to the bathroom to start her shower, she put her hair up since it was late and there was no way she was washing her hair now. After her shower, she heard Xavier on the phone. She didn’t want to eavesdrop but her super-hearing made it inevitable.

“Yeah, she’s here with me…it’s the 4th night this week that she stayed over…she’s always on me, you know? The hugging, the kissing…she too clingy.” Xavier said. Y/N felt her heart break. She didn’t think she was being clingy, this is how she was with all her friends, her family too. It’s a Hispanic thing, she grew up being affectionate so this kind of “behavior” is normal to her. But maybe Xavier doesn’t feel the same way. After moisturizing and putting on Xavier’s shirt, Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

“Hey Xavier, I think I’m going to head back to my dorm.” Y/N said, picking up her dirty clothes, putting on her shoes, and walking to the door.

“Are you feeling okay?” Xavier asked, getting off the bed to go to the door as well.

“Um yeah im fine, don’t worry about it, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N said, opening the door and leaving without giving Xavier a goodbye kiss. She then walked to her shared dorm with Enid and Wednesday.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to stay over at Xavier’s.” Enid said.

“Do you think I’m too clingy?” Y/N asked. Wednesday answered “yes” at the same time Enid answered “no”. “Which one is it that! Yes or no?”

“You are a lot like my parents, you hug and kiss people who are close to you. It’s a normal thing in Hispanic/Latino families.” Wednesday answered.

“So no, Y/N, you are not clingy, you are a very affectionate person. Who told you that you’re clingy?” Enid asked.

“I heard Xavier tell his friend, who’s probably Ajax, over the phone that I’m too clingy.” Y/N said, sitting on her bed.

“Are you mad that he thinks you’re clingy?” Wednesday asked.

“No, I’m mad that he would rather complain about it than tell me face to face that I’m clingy. I don’t know what to do, I left his dorm without kissing him goodbye or without hugging him and I don’t know what to do tomorrow.” Y/N said, covering her face with her pillow. Wednesday decided to sit on Y/N’s bed, Enid following along.

“Distance yourself from him.” Wednesday said.

“How?” Y/N asked.

“How about every time Xavier asks to hang out, say you’re busy, don’t try to kiss him or hug him, don’t call him Flaquito, don’t engage in physical contact with him. Act like Wednesday, no offense.” Enid said,

“None taken, act completely aloof.” Wednesday said.

“And still be affectionate towards us and Ajax, that way Xavier can see what he’s missing.” Enid said.

“That’s a good idea, guys. Okay, I’ll do it tomorrow, should be easy.” Y/N said. All three girls went to bed and Y/N turned off the light using her powers.

The next day the three girls got ready for classes and went to get breakfast. They sat at a table and Xavier sat next to Y/N while Ajax sat next to Enid.

“Good morning. sweetheart.” Xavier said.

“Morning, Xavier.” Y/N said, eating a piece of fruit. “Good morning, papito.” Y/N said to Ajax.

“Good morning, mama, want to go thrifting today? The thrift stores might not be as good as the ones in Queens but I’m sure we can find something.” Ajax said, eating his breakfast sandwich.

“Yeah, sure, sounds fun. Is it by the Weathervane or is it downtown?” Y/N asked.

“Downtown.” Ajax said.

“I thought we were going to watch a movie tonight.” Xavier said.

“I haven’t spent enough time with Ajax so I’ll go thrifting with him today, okay?” Y/N said. Breakfast was normal and when the bell rang, they went to class, Y/N sat next to Ajax, Wednesday and Enid sat together, and Xavier had to sit next to Kent.

“Is there a reason why you’re ignoring Xavier?” Ajax asked.

“If you must know, I heard Xavier tell you I was too clingy. You don’t think I’m too clingy, do you?” Y/N asked.

“No, of course not, mama, you’re fine. Besides, I’ve known you longer, I’m used to it.” Ajax said.

“Thanks, papito. But yeah, he called me clingy so now I’m giving him the space he so desperately wants.” Y/N said. Ajax just nodded his head. When it was lunchtime, they got their food and sat at a table.

“I’m gonna go to the art shed, you want to come?” Xavier asked.

“I’ll just stay here, it’s fine.” Y/N said. Xavier sighed and he left.

“I see the plan is working perfectly, I’m impressed you didn’t break.” Wednesday commented.

“Thanks Wednesday. So Ajax, after class, we change, then take the train downtown?” Y/N said,

“Yeah, there’s a Chinese restaurant near there too so we can eat after thrifting.” Ajax said.

“Sounds perfect. Do you guys want to go thrifting with us? You would love it, Wednesday.” Y/N said.

“I’ve never been downtown, could be an interesting experience.” Wednesday said.

“I need new sweaters, I’ll go with you guys too.” Enid said.

Meanwhile Xavier was in the art shed painting his frustrations away. Y/N has been acting strange since last night and he doesn’t know why. When he was about to finish, he received a text from Ajax.

Ajax 🐍: Y/N overheard you say she was clingy.

Xavier: Fuck. How bad is it?

Ajax🐍: Pretty bad, we’re going thrifting downtown after school if you want to talk to her

Xavier: Okay, thanks

Xavier put his phone away and finished his painting til the bell rang and he head to his other classes. Now classes were over and Ajax, Y/N, Wednesday, and Enid took an Uber to downtown Jericho rather than the train. They entered the thrift store and Wednesday immediately went towards the black and white clothes while Enid went towards the colorful sweaters.

“There’s a denim jacket with your name on it, Ajax, you should try it on.” Y/N said, dragging Ajax to the denim jacket she saw. “It would go well with everything, especially with spring time getting closer.”

“Perfect, let’s see if I can find something for you.” Ajax said, he tried on the jacket Y/N handed to him. “How do I look?”

“Very handsome, papito. You could wear it on your date with Enid next Saturday.” Y/N said. They looked around the thrift store and Y/N bumped into a tall boy she recognized. “What are you doing here?” Y/N asked. Then she turned to see Ajax, they made eye contact, and Ajax walked away whistling.

“I came to talk to you. I know you heard me say that you were clingy but I didn’t mean it.” Xavier said. Y/N looked at him with a confused face.

“Why say that I’m clingy if you don’t mean it?” Y/N asked,

“I was freaking out, okay. I never been in a…healthy relationship before. Before you, I was dating Bianca and we all know how that turned out.” Xavier said,

“But we were friends before you dated Bianca.” Y/N said,

“But the pint is my relationship with Bianca wasn’t healthy. We weren’t very lovey dovey like you and I are, you know. So when you were giving me nicknames, hugging me constantly, spending time with me, it felt like we were moving fast because I’m not used to it. So no, Y/N, you are not clingy at all, i just need to get used to it. And honestly, I missed you a lot today.” Xavier said, pulling Y/N into a hug.

“Thanks, Flaquito.” Y/N said.

“Did you miss me?” Xavier asked.

“Of course I did, guapo. Want to do some thrifting?” Y/N asked.

“Of course I do, we have to make up for lost time.” Xavier said as he put his arm around her shoulders to look around the store.

The End

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Courtship 13: Invitations

After a fight at home, Miss French takes refuge at Mr. Gold's house

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When Miss French got back to the store after her visit with Mr. Gold, Moe was behind the counter with the phone pressed against his ear and a stack of orders in his hand.

“It’s gonna be how much?” he said into the phone. “God, what was it last year?”

As he listened to the answer, she lurked in the back room to eavesdrop.

“Listen, Larsen, I’m kind of in a bad spot right now. Is there any way you can help me out? For old time’s sake?”

Lacey bit the inside of her mouth. Dad was on the phone with their flower supplier. Did they not have enough money to buy the flowers they would need to sell on Valentine’s day?

“Yeah, it’s not the same without Linda. She was such a wiz with accounting and…” He trailed off, listened to what Larsen was saying. “I appreciate it, I really do. Yeah, of course I’ll pay you back. Alright, you’ve got all the numbers? If you have to short me on roses, try to add in more baby’s breath and filler, okay? I can make do with that. Alright. See you next week.”

Dad hung up the phone and sighed. His shoulders slumped. Lacey moved toward him, but he didn’t turn around.

“Larsen able to get you a discount?”

“Deferred payment,” he said hollowly. “A week or two, until I can get it all together. Larsen’s a good man. He won’t take money until we have money.” Moe’s eyes shifted to her. “Unlike some people.”

Miss French clenched her jaw and headed for the stairs. “I need to go change, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“You dress up for him?” Moe asked before she could leave. “You put on a little song and dance? Be a trained monkey for his amusement?”

Spinning on her heel, Miss French glared at the florist. “If you want to know what I do to amuse Mr. Gold, I’d be happy to tell you.” She put the bite in her words. He had to know she wasn’t fucking around.

Moe stared at her. His eyes were placid, but his lip curled. “Your aunt called,” he said. “While you were out amusing him. She wants to know if you can drive her and Chloe to some doctor’s appointment on Friday.”

Lacey frowned. “Dr. Hopper?”

“She didn’t say. Does Chloe need a shrink?”

“Janine said she was acting out at school or something. Apparently having her brother and father die on the same day has been kind of a problem.”

Moe shook his head.

“I’ll call Aunt Terri back,” she said. “Did you… tell her anything?”

“Don’t you think she’s suffered enough?” Moe asked. “No, I didn’t mention what you’ve been up to. You should, though. You should look that grieving widow in the eye and tell her you’re selling your body for fancy clothes.”

“And jewelry!” The spiteful enthusiasm came instantly. The future Mrs. Gold smiled brightly and raised her left hand, showing off her engagement ring. “It’s official now. We’ve already set a date.”

Moe swallowed. His face went pale. His eyes went sad. “It’s not too late,” he mumbled. “You can stop this madness, Lacey. You don’t have to be like this.”

“I want to be like this,” she told him as she sauntered up the stairs. “It’s better than anything else I could be.”

****

She didn’t really talk to her father again until the next night. There was finally enough work to keep them both busy in their separate areas of the store. After closing time on Monday, she headed to Modern Fashions and got some more clothes to wear for Mr. Gold. Dresses and skirts, blouses and shoes, earrings and necklaces and bracelets. Then she spent the rest of the night in her room putting outfits together. There was no conversation, so there were no arguments.

On Tuesday, after she closed up the store, she found Moe cleaning off the kitchen table. He had a pile of mail stacked up, and enough junk mail to fill up the trash can. Two months’ worth. They hadn’t eaten at the table since the funeral.

“We expecting company?”

“Your uncle.” Moe didn’t look up. “He’s gonna come over and make pizza.”

Lacey frowned. When she was a kid, Uncle Manny’s pizza nights were a special occasion, a celebration for birthdays or when her report card had all A’s. Now it seemed suspiciously wholesome. She hadn’t talked to Manny since last week when she had confessed to dating Mr. Gold. Until recently, he had been the only person who knew. Probably he was coming over for the express purpose of talking her out of being with him.

This was gonna suck.

She went to her room to change out of her work clothes. She put on dress slacks and one of her old blouses. That used to be the most formal outfit she had, what she wore for awards banquets and scholarship interviews. It wasn’t good enough to wear for Mr. Gold, but it reminded Miss French of the person she could hope to be. Better than jeans, at least.

“Bonjour, Frenches!” Uncle Manny’s voice boomed out from the kitchen.

In spite of herself, Lacey smiled. If she was ten or even fifteen, that greeting would have had her bounding down the hallway to leap into her uncle’s arms. Now, she walked. She found him hanging up his coat and stomping the snow off his boots. Plastic bags of pizza supplies were already on the table, including a ball of risen dough in a Tupperware container.

“Hey there, Ace!” He opened his arms to hug her.

She accepted the embrace, albeit a little stiffly. As much as she loved Uncle Manny, she was still bracing herself.

“I’m making your favorite tonight,” he smiled. “Pepper-pepperoni. And if you're good, I might add some pepper to it too. Pepper-pepper-pepperoni!”

She tried to smile back. She really tried.

To distract herself from her own dread, she took the drinks her uncle had brought and put them in the fridge. It was a six-pack of beer from him and Moe, and a can of Moxie soda for her. Because she was a child and always would be.

Miss French sighed. She sat down at the table. At the very least, they could have this conversation while Moe was sulking in the living room.

Manny didn’t notice her mood. He spread out the pizza dough on a baking sheet while the oven preheated.

“So, how are the flowers?”

“Fine,” she said. “How are the cars?”

“Broken but fixable. That’s how I like ‘em.”

She didn’t respond. The silence between them seemed to fill the entire room. Even the noise of the TV was muffled and distant.

Uncle Manny looked at her hand, at her ring. He swallowed.

“Wow,” he said, obviously trying to keep his cheer up. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Dad didn’t already tell you?” she said archly. “I imagine you two talk about me a lot.”

He gave her a look, which she returned with determination. Yes, they were doing this. She wouldn’t pretend anymore.

He started spreading spaghetti sauce on the pizza dough. “Come on, Lace” He kept his eyes on his work. “Be reasonable. My brother calls me up at three in the morning in a blind panic because he doesn’t know where you are. He thinks you’re dead in a ditch somewhere and you think I’m not gonna tell him where you might be?”

“I asked you not to tell him.”

“And I asked you to take care of yourself.” Cheese next, sprinkled gently over the sauce. Then he started layering pepperoni and sliced green peppers. “Do you think you were being careful, spending the night at that man’s house?”

“I was taking care of myself. I was getting what I needed.”

“What you wanted, maybe.” He sighed. “But you don’t need him. You’re better than that. You deserve better than that.”

“Yeah, but can I get better than that? Now? In Storybrooke?” She held up her hands in helpless defeat. “Mr. Gold is the richest man in town. That makes him the best. And don’t I ‘deserve’ the best?”

“Of course you do, Lacey,” Uncle Manny said. He slid the raw pizza into the oven and twisted the knob on an egg timer. Then he turned around. “But he’s not it. All the money in the world won’t make up for being with someone who doesn’t respect you, doesn’t love you. And married? Lacey, that’s a huge step.”

“What else do I have? What else can I do with my life that isn’t working at the freaking flower shop?”

“Anything! Lace, you’re so smart. You always have been. Big hair and big brains, you know that’s the French family way.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re a mechanic and Moe’s a failing business owner.”

“Hey,” he warned. “That’s out of line. There’s nothing shameful in working with your hands.”

“Is there shame in marrying a man rich enough that you don’t have to work?”

“There is when that man is Gold. Jesus, Ace. I shouldn’t have to explain this to you.”

“Guess I’m not as smart as you think I am.”

“Lacey.”

She slammed her palms on the table. “I have been engaged for two days and I am already sick of defending myself to people who should be happy for me!”

“If this was something to be happy about, we would be, Lacey. I promise.”

“Like you promised not to tell Dad I was dating him?”

“Like I promised to love you, no matter how much you drive me crazy! Are you gonna get that promise from Gold? Do you honestly think he’ll be a good husband to you?”

“He’s what I want,” she snarled. “I know who he is. I know what I’m getting. I know him better than you do! So will you fucking trust me to make a decision?”

He looked at her, his dark eyebrows furrowed. He looked at her like she was a stranger or some kind of alien. His favorite niece had mutated into a bizarre creature he could never understand.

“I love you,” Uncle Manny said quietly. “All of us love you. All we want is for you to be safe and happy.”

“I’m safer with him than I am in the house of freezing showers and spoiled milk.”

“I thought your dad said he got the hot water fixed.”

Miss French rolled her eyes. “He didn’t fix it. Mr. Gold bought a new one and hired men to replace it.”

“And now we know why.” Moe stood in the doorway. “He did it to look good in front of you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “He did it because he takes care of his property, which this building is.”

“Uh-huh,” Moe sneered. “Yeah, I’m sure the building was the property that bastard was taking care of.”

“Moe, come on--”

“Did she tell you?” He cut Manny off. “Did she tell you that he gives her money? Bastard fines me fifty dollars a day for late rent, then gives it to her for clothes and jewelry.”

Manny looked at her. “Tell me that’s not true, Ace.”

Miss French bit down on the inside of her mouth so hard she began to taste blood. “He’s gonna be my husband,” she said softly. “If I’m gonna be Mrs. Gold, I’ve gotta dress the part.”

Uncle Manny swore softly through his teeth. “It’s not worth it, honey,” he said. “Whatever he’s giving you, it won’t be worth what he takes from you.”

She pressed her lips together. Her eyes burned. Over the pounding of blood in her ears, she heard the pizza timer go ding!

Miss French stood up.

“I can’t do this,” she declared to the florist and the mechanic. “I’m not going to sit here and listen to you two insult me and the man I’m going to marry. You don’t have to be happy for me. You don’t have to approve. In fact, you don’t have to do anything for me ever again!”

Before either man could respond, Miss French threw open the kitchen door and ran down the stairs. With tears in her eyes, she ran from the place that used to be her home.

****

Her intention had been to run the entire way to Mr. Gold’s house. Mentally, she had enough pent-up anguish to run from Maine to Florida and back again. Physically, the cold air pummeled her lungs and she was gasping before she reached the end of the street.

She had left without a coat, hat, or gloves. It was only by lucky chance that she was wearing shoes at the time she started running. Even then, these were her old slip-on loafers, the soles thin with wear. Her toes were already numb. Snow bit sharply at her face and ears. There was an inch on the sidewalk and more coming down. Well, at least there would be tracks if those jerks wanted to chase after her.

They wouldn’t bother. Moe would say it serves her right and Manny would go along with whatever his big brother told him. She wiped dampness from her cheeks, hot tears mixed with freezing snow.

****

Holding her arms over her chest, she trudged into the good part of Old Town, to the biggest mansion on the block. When she pushed the button for the doorbell, she couldn’t feel her fingers.

It took a moment for Mr. Gold to answer. He stayed on the other side of his stained glass, until he saw that it was her. Then he opened the door.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I don’t mean to intrude, I just--I don’t want to be there anymore. Can I come in?”

He didn’t speak. His warm hand gripped around her arm as he pulled her inside.

“Stay on the tile,” he instructed. “Can’t have you dripping all over the hardwood.”

Sniffling, Miss French nodded. She stayed where she was, a little rectangle of a landing in front of the door. The snow melted quickly in the warmth of Mr. Gold’s house. Icy water soaked through fabric and flesh and down into her bones.

“You need to get out of those things,” he said. “You can put your shoes over a heating vent to dry them out. I’ll take everything else.”

“I--” Miss French looked over her shoulder at the door. Wide panes of clear glass exposed her to the street outside. There was no one around, but you never knew. She couldn’t undress here. Anyone might see her.

“Do it,” Mr. Gold ordered. “Or go back outside.”

She nodded and began to kick off her shoes. “Yes, Mr. Gold.”

Leaning on his cane in the middle of his hall, he watched her strip down. There was nothing sexy about it, at least not to Lacey. She was shivering and numb. Her skin had gone bright red from the cold. Her hair was wet and bedraggled. Mr. Gold wanted her pretty, but now she looked like a frozen, drowned rat.

“Good girl,” he said when she was done. He held out his hand. “Now give me those rags.”

She wadded up the sopping mess that used to be her best outfit and gave it to him. He held the bundle out, well away from his suit, then headed back into the dark interior of his house. Lacey stayed on the tile, alone and exposed and still very cold. She got as far away from the door as she could, standing to the side in an awkward half-crouch. Her arms wrapped over her chest, half to keep warm and half to keep covered.

Mr. Gold was gone for a long time. Where had he gone in this massive house? What was he doing with her clothes? The most likely possibility was that he was throwing her wet things in the dryer and maybe finding her something else to wear. Did Mr. Gold even have a dryer in his house? Or did he get everything dry cleaned and professionally laundered? Was it crazy that she was going to marry this man and she didn’t know how he did his laundry? That she hadn’t been in most of the rooms of his house?

Were Dad and Uncle Manny right? Was Lacey making a mistake?

“Here we are.” Mr. Gold was back. Under his arm, he held a towel and a folded blanket. He wrapped the towel around her shoulders and handed her the blanket to carry. Then he took her hand and led her into his study.

It looked like he had just got up from working. There was a lamp lit on the desk--one of those things with a green lamp shade like in movies--and a leather-bound book with lines of numbers written in it. Mr. Gold sat down in the rolling chair and picked up his pen.

“Get me a whisky, then warm yourself up by the fire.”

Mutely, Miss French nodded. Dressed in nothing but a towel, she went over to Mr. Gold’s bar and poured out a tumbler of Johnnie Walker Blue. The ritual of it calmed her, but there wasn’t the same joy in serving him as when she’d done this before. She felt hollow inside, as numb from emotions as she was from the cold. Even when Mr. Gold patted her ass approvingly, she only felt tired.

Mr. Gold seemed to notice. He turned his chair to look at her.

“Spread the blanket out on the ground in front of the fireplace,” he ordered. “You’re going to start on your knees.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold,” she whispered. She did as he said. His order was the only clear thought in her mind.

“You interrupted my work,” he said gently. “I have to finish this before I can play with you.”

Lacey shook her head. “I didn’t come here for--”

“I know,” he said. “But the point stands. If you’re going to be here, you’re going to do as I say.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“Look at the fire. Use the towel to dry your hair. Wrap yourself in the blanket if you need to, but don’t move from that spot until I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

****

Feeling came back to her slowly. Kneeling on the blanket, she rubbed her arms roughly with the towel, to get her blood moving. She thought she had read to do that in a book once. It felt good, so she kept it up. She covered her face with the dark blue towel, breathed hot air into it, let the heat wash over her. She squeezed out her hair and tried to rub it down so it would dry right. Horrible to think of Mr. Gold seeing what she looked like without conditioner.

He didn’t talk to her. He was absorbed in whatever bookkeeping was in that ledger. Was it accounts for the shop or his rental properties or the personal loans he gave out? Or was he working on those other deals? People talked about them sometimes. The deals that weren’t about money, but about favors.

Miss French didn’t know anyone who had one of those deals. According to rumor, you had to be closer to power and influence to get one of them. It made sense. If all you had was a little money every month, that was all he could take. But if you could make decisions--if you were on City Council or in the county courthouse or even at the hospital--then Mr. Gold could ask you to do things for him. Big things. And that power enabled him to do big things for other people. That was how the universe of Storybrooke spun, with everything revolving around him.

And she was going to be his wife!

Flames danced in the fireplace. Shadow and light played over her naked skin. She was warmer now, though she kept the blanket over her shoulders. It was made of wool, rough and itchy in the best way. Squares of brown and green and orange criss-crossed over each other in that Scottish plaid pattern. What was it called?

Tartan.

Miss French wrapped Mr. Gold’s tartan tightly around her naked body. He had given this to her. It was thick and warm and probably pretty expensive. She hadn’t thought about what kind of comfort she expected to get when she ran away to Mr. Gold’s house. Sure wasn’t just a blanket and a fire and a man who ignored her in favor of his paperwork. But it was better to have this than nothing. Better to be here in this peaceful silence than to endure the stilted conversation and barbed comments she’d get if she’d stayed at Game of Thorns.

In time, the scratch of Mr. Gold’s pen faded into silence. His chair didn’t squeak, but she could hear him turning around. She stayed where she was, looking at the fire like he had ordered her to.

“Can you take the blanket off?”

She didn’t answer, except to let the tartan wool fall from her shoulders onto the ground. She straightened up a little, getting properly on her knees, showing off her breasts, but she kept her eyes focused on the fire.

“That’s very nice,” Mr. Gold said softly. “You really are a pretty thing, you know that?”

She licked her lips. “Thank you, Mr. Gold.”

He stood up, walked behind her. He put his hand on her shoulder, then pressed his thumb into her back, where he had flogged her. It hurt, but she didn’t look away from the fire.

“You still have a bruise here,” he said. “You bruise like a fresh peach, don’t you my dear?”

“If you say so, Mr. Gold.”

“But you don’t need me to bruise you tonight, do you? No, you’ve already been through quite the little ordeal.”

Miss French nodded.

Mr. Gold moved to his plush leather armchair. “The last time we spoke,” he said. “I instructed you not to touch yourself. Have you been following my orders?”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

“Have you wanted to disobey me? Have you been tempted?”

She shook her head. “No, I really haven’t, Mr. Gold.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been--well--satisfied, Mr. Gold. You’ve taken excellent care of me in that area.”

She wasn’t allowed to look at him. She couldn’t see if he enjoyed the compliment.

“Very well then,” he said. “If you don’t need relief, I won’t force you to take it tonight. But the order still stands, and if you do disobey me, I will be quite displeased.” He made a low sound of arousal. “I’m waiting for the day when I’ll need to really punish you, my slut. I want to see if there are limits to the things you can take pleasure in.”

“Well, I don’t like walking through a snowstorm,” she half-joked.

“Yes,” Mr. Gold said. “What happened?”

Lacey tried to find the words. “It was-- My dad-- My uncle--” She shook her head, started again. “What if they’re right? What if we shouldn’t get married?”

Mr. Gold was silent for a moment. Then he ordered, “Come here, silly thing. Come sit at my feet.”

Crawling on her hands and knees, Miss French left the blanket behind and took refuge by Mr. Gold’s knees. He leaned forward and held her by the shoulders. He lifted her chin up to look him in the eye.

“I chose you,” he said. “I want you. I am not in the habit of letting the opinions of lesser people get in the way of what I want.”

“What if they’re right?” she repeated. “What if this is a disaster?”

“Don’t be absurd.” He stroked her hair. “Do you think I would willingly engage in a disaster waiting to happen? Do you think I don’t know what I’m doing, Miss French?”

There was an edge of warning in his voice, just an edge. She understood the implication, that she was insulting him by questioning his judgment. He had asked her to marry him, so of course he thought it was the best choice for both of them. The opinions of lesser people didn’t matter.

Was she a lesser person, in his eyes? Would her opinion be enough to dissuade him, if she had to press the issue? Could Lacey French actually say no to Mr. Gold? Did she want to?

“I know this is stupid,” she said. “I do want to marry you, really, I do--”

“Good.” Mr. Gold cut her off before she could say more. “That’s all you need to think about. You want this, I want this. It’s going to happen. Nothing else matters.”

Miss French opened her mouth, then shut it. It was all so simple when Mr. Gold said things. He had no questions, no doubts. She had to remember that. Nothing else mattered.

He held her chin in his hand, rubbed his thumb over her lips. She parted them, in case he wanted to gag her. He just grinned.

“Go to the desk,” he ordered. “I have something for you.”

“May I walk?”

“Yes, you may.”

Miss French stood up. Her legs were less wobbly than they had been other times she’d knelt for him. Maybe she was getting the hang of this.

In the top right-hand drawer of Mr. Gold’s desk, she found a long, white, paper box. It wasn’t heavy when she picked it up, but it was definitely full of something. There was also a notepad of yellow paper with a line drawn up and down the center. On one side of the line, the paper was filled with names written in ink. The other side was blank.

She brought both things to Mr. Gold.

“What are these?”

“Open the box.”

She knelt on the ground and lifted the lid off the box. It was full of paper--no, envelopes. A long row of envelopes, all lined up standing on their ends. There was one on top of all the others, lying down. It was blank on the outside, but inside there was a card. A single sheet of heavy white paper. In neat letters and swirling script, it read:

Mr. Gold

Requests the honor of your presence

At a reception celebrating his marriage to

Miss French

At Dodici’s Dance Hall

February the twelfth at seven o’clock in the evening

Black tie optional

“Oh,” Miss French said softly. She looked down at the box, at the hundred or so other envelopes inside. “You got invitations printed.”

Mr. Gold nodded.

“Isn’t this really close to the wedding day? Will people have time to prepare? I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day weekend, every couple will have plans.”

“They’ll come,” he said. “Every one of them. I give a hint that I want something and people come running to offer it. They think it will make things easier for them next time they want something from me.”

“Oh,” she said again.

“The printer will address the invitations once we give them a guest list.” He gestured to the notepad. “I’ve filled out my side.”

She began to read the list of names on yellow paper. “These are the most important people in Storybrooke.” It shouldn’t surprise her, but it did. “You--you’ve got Mayor Mills on here!” Miss French looked up at Mr. Gold. “Do you really think she’ll come?”

Mr. Gold gave her an indulgent smile. “The Mayor and I have worked together for many years on various occasions. Lord knows she’s dragged me to enough fundraisers and social functions. She owes it to me to come to my wedding.”

“Even she owes you something?” Miss French shook her head in disbelief. “Wow.”

As she read down the list, she recognized names of doctors and lawyers, even the District Attorney. All of these people would come running to make Mr. Gold happy.

“You’ve got Sean Herman’s parents on here.” At Mr. Gold’s inquiring look, she explained. “I went to high school with him. And--oh. You’ve got my ex-boyfriend’s family too.”

“Which one is that?”

She pointed at the line. “Richard ‘Big Dick’ Duke, and his lovely wife Karen.”

“Ah,” Mr. Gold said. “Yes, Mr. Duke is an important man in the local bar association. It would be a snub if I didn’t invite him, but--”

“Oh I don’t mind,” Miss French said. “In fact, I want the Dukes to be there. All those rich New Town people thought girls like me weren’t good enough to hang out with their sons.” The image flashed in her mind of Ashley Boyd, pregnant and crying, in love with a boy who cared more about his parents’ approval than her desperation. “I want them to see me married to a man who’s ten times better than any of them.”

Mr. Gold grinned. “Are you talking about the boys or the families?”

“Both,” she said firmly. “Put together. You’re better than all of them.”

He reached down and held her chin. “I don’t normally care for flattery, my dear, but in this case, that is a clear-eyed assessment of facts.”

“And you want me?” she asked. “A girl like me? An Old Town charity case? You want to marry me?”

“I do. That’s why I suggested it.”

“Because you see potential in me.”

“Yes.”

Other questions ran through her head. Questions like Why? and Does that mean you like me? She let them go unasked. Mr. Gold was a man for whom words were obfuscation and only actions were real. His deeds bore out his desires. He had set a date. He had rented a hall and printed invitations. He was going to marry her. That was what mattered. Intent was meaningless.

He stood up from his chair. “I imagine your clothes are done drying,” he said. He took a pencil from one of the desk drawers and handed it to her. “Write down who you want to invite. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

****

It was a shockingly short list. Partially, that was the lack of extended family. If the Frenches and the Woolvertons were more prolific in having children, she could have filled out the notepad with more aunts and uncles and cousins. It was also hard to think of anyone who had been her friend in high school who was still relevant to her now. And it wasn’t like she had coworkers.

In the end, Miss French’s contributions to the invite list amounted to four lines: Her father, Uncle Manny, Aunt Terri with Janine and Chloe, and Mara with her mother Irma. Those were all the people she had in this world. Three less than there were this time last year.

When Mr. Gold came back, she offered him the notepad and took the stack of her clothes. He read over her additions and nodded to himself. He sat down at his desk and put the notepad back in the drawer.

“Very good,” he said. “They should all be able to fit at one table.”

Miss French sat on the floor, the blanket draped around her legs. Her hands were folded neatly over the warm stack of equally neatly folded laundry. “Um,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Are you going to have a best man?”

He shook his head. “It won’t be necessary. City Hall isn’t well-equipped for a large ceremony.”

“Oh.” Miss French bit her lip.

Mr. Gold’s mouth twisted into a grin. “We’re not going to get very far if you’re too afraid to ask me for something when you want it.”

Her face went hot. “Sorry. I--I was just wondering… if I could have bridesmaids?”

His grin deepened, became indulgent and fond. “Of course you may,” he said. “You want your friends to be with you on your wedding day, how could I refuse you that?”

She smiled shakily. Of course, Janine and Mara didn’t know she was getting married in two Saturdays. But their weekly lunch was tomorrow, she could tell them then.

“In fact,” Mr. Gold reached for his wallet, pulled out a wad of fifties. “I want you to make sure your companions are dressed appropriately and otherwise taken care of.”

Miss French looked at the money. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said. “Your family is important to you. Why shouldn’t they benefit from your excellent taste in husbands?”

It sat on her tongue to talk about her father and his rent problems. Would he be less of an asshole if he didn’t have the threat of eviction hanging over his head? Though it did seem unlikely that Mr. Gold would kick out his future father-in-law, if only just as a favor to her. Would Dad take money from Mr. Gold? Would he accept any kind of reprieve on the rent or waived fees? Or would he refuse? Was Moe French stubborn enough to lose his home and his business rather than take generosity that only existed because his daughter was a whore?

Miss French sighed.

Mr. Gold cocked his head at her. “You’re not any better than when you came in here.”

She shrugged. “I’m warmer at least. And my clothes are dry. Thank you for that, Mr. Gold.”

He raised his hand in dismissal. “A fair price to pay for getting to look at you all evening.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mood for more.”

He shook his head. “If I wanted anything, I would have gotten you in the mood for it. Which reminds me…” Turning in his desk chair, he picked up the phone and dialed some numbers. Then he turned back to her, grinning.

It had to be almost ten by now. Who was Mr. Gold calling?

His first words answered her question.

“Whale? This is Gold. I need you to call in a prescription for birth control. … Of course not for me. It’s for Miss French. Yes, that Miss French. … Why do you think? … No, that won’t be necessary. I want her to be able to pick it up tomorrow afternoon.” After a moment of listening, Mr. Gold lowered the receiver and asked her, “You don’t have any medical conditions, do you? Are you already on any medications?”

She shook her head.

“And not a smoker?”

“No, Mr. Gold.”

He turned his attention back to Dr. Whale. “No, nothing like that. Anything else?” He listened. “Fine, fine. I’ll make an appointment with your office in the morning. Just make sure she can start taking something as soon as possible.”

The tinny sound of the doctor’s voice was still blathering as Mr. Gold hung up.

“I’ll give you money so you can go to the pharmacy tomorrow afternoon.”

Lacey gaped at him. “You just… decided I need to be on birth control?”

“Well, you’re not going to get pregnant, and condoms are as much of a nuisance as any impatient boy will say they are. And while I enjoy using your other holes, I want every part of you to be open to me, at all times.”

Arousal seeped into her shock and confusion. All she could do was stare at him.

“You didn’t want children, did you?”

She blinked. “I… I never thought about it before. I mean, I always assumed I’d have a family, at some point.”

“If that is your goal, you’ll have to meet it with the help of someone else.”

“Yeah, I--I mean… It doesn’t matter more to me than you do, Mr. Gold. I guess I just didn’t think I’d have to make the decision so soon.”

“It’s not your decision,” he said gently. “I’m not letting you get pregnant with my child. And if you conceive with someone else, I would call that immediate grounds for divorce. Is that unreasonable?”

“I guess not.”

It really wasn’t. That was how things were with Mr. Gold. His life was already established. His house, his habits, his work--these things were set in stone. If Miss French was going to be a part of it all, she would have to fit in with what already existed. A baby would upend everything and Mr. Gold didn’t want that. Not getting pregnant was just another rule she would have to follow if she was going to be good enough for him.

“Yes, you’re right,” Miss French said confidently. “Thank you for making it clear to me, Mr. Gold.”

He gave her a nod and an inscrutable expression. “Stand up,” he ordered.

She obeyed, leaving her clothes and the blanket on the floor. She stood with her hands out to the side a little, a halfhearted display of her wares to the man who was buying her fifty dollars at a time.

“You should dress.”

“Yes, Mr. Gold.”

She put on her bra and had just finished pulling up her underwear when Mr. Gold told her to stop.

“Come here,” he said.

She stood in front of him and he put his hands on her hips. The heat of him steadied her. If he had started this evening by touching her, maybe she wouldn’t have been so unsure. She was sure now. Sure of her purpose, sure of his desire, sure that somehow everything would work out.

Mr. Gold poked his finger against a patch of skin revealed by a hole near the waist of her underwear. “What is this?”

Miss French looked down. “Oh, sometimes they rip when you pull up too hard.” She shrugged. “I would have worn something better if I had known I was coming over.”

“Do you think this is acceptable for my fiancee to wear at any time?”

“I…” Of course she had never thought about it. “No, Mr. Gold. It’s not acceptable.”

He shook his head and tutted. With one hand still gripping the hole, he pulled open a desk drawer and brought out a long, sharp pair of scissors.

Lacey blinked. Her heartbeat sped up, just a little. “What are you going to do with those?”

“Correct the situation,” he said.

Then the hand on her underwear began to pull. The fabric--thin with wear and a thousand washings--came apart easily in his hands. The sound of ripping all but echoed in the quiet study. Miss French just stood there, as her fiance tore apart an article of her clothing. He turned her around to get to her other side. Faded white fabric hung in tatters from the elastic waistband, clinging together only at the seams.

He used the scissors on the seams. Cold, slick metal slid against her skin. She felt the movement of the blades coming together to cut these rags off her body. Her breath shook. Heat flooded her. Mr. Gold picked the scraps up off the floor and dropped them in a trash can.

He patted her somewhere between her thighs and her ass. Her flank, maybe, though that was usually a word only used for horses.

“Go finish dressing,” he instructed her.

Miss French obeyed on wobbly feet. She pulled her slacks up over her naked cunt and tried to pretend that was normal. But it wasn’t normal and that was the whole point. That was why she loved it.

“I think it might be harder not to masturbate after that,” she said as she pulled her blouse over her head.

“Good,” Mr. Gold stood up. “That was the idea. There’s no discipline in not doing something you don’t want to do.”

He came close to her. For the first time since she came into the study, they were both standing, facing each other. His arm wrapped around her waist. His hand squeezed her ass through the thin fabric of her dress slacks. He kissed her--softly, gently, and for a long time.

“You’ve been through a lot today,” he informed her. “I want you to be good to yourself. Buy yourself a little something tomorrow.”

“I’ve been buying myself a lot of things lately.”

“And don’t you like it?” He kissed her neck, just behind her ear. “Don’t you want more?”

“The only thing I want more of is you, Mr. Gold.”

“Ah, you should have told me that an hour ago.” He kissed her a few more times, but kept his hands on her upper arms. “As it is now, you need to get to bed.”

She looked at the ground. Part of her hoped for another night in his bed, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards. “You’re going to send me back out there?”

“Not at all, dearie, I am a gentleman. I’ll drive you.”

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49 - Uniting Friendships

Part 50

Gemini Runaway

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By the time I was leaving the Mikaelson’s compound Caroline was already there waiting beside her car smiling brightly at me. I vamped directly towards her throwing my arms around her laughing. “I’ve missed you, Care.”

“I missed you too, Rae.” She broke the hug resting her hands on my shoulders getting slightly serious. “Now seriously I can’t believe you are marrying the crazy original hybrid. Like you should be given a ribbon or something cause it’s so crazy but adorable at the same time.”

The front door swings opened causing us to both turn our heads and see Rebekah striding up to us in her original body. Her blonde hair was bouncing before she pulled me in for a hug too. “I’m happy to see that my brother finally let you out of his bed. Because I felt offended that I had to learn about your engagement through a text from Caroline.”

“Look I owe you both an apology. I’m sorry now can we go get Cami and Davina. Cause we all need to get drunk with alcohol.” Throwing my hands up I sent them a look with the puppy dog eyes.

We got in the car and picked up the other two from the bar since Cami got off work at three so we had the rest of the night free. Our group of girls entered the dress shop and as if on cue Caroline raised her glass of champagne. “Alright ladies our mission is to find the perfect wedding dress for Raelyn-“

“Who exactly put you in charge?” Rebekah snickers at her standing by Davaina

Caroline glared at her. “I did and Raelyn was very thankful about it.”

“Awe Rae I thought I would be the wedding planner since you are marrying my brother after all!” The blonde original snapped, placing a hand over her heart.

Cami raises her glass to her lips nervously asking. “Am I going to have to be a counselor between who gets to be maid of honor?”

Pushing myself up from the chair I got to my feet shaking my head at the pair. “Look, how about we do it this way? You both be maid of honor. Bex you handle the stuff with your brother and Care you handle getting everything set up. Sounds good to everybody.”

The young witch made a face at me. “Not to make a deal about this but are you sure you’re not marrying a mad man. He literally has people quack at the sound of his name.”

“It’s okay, D. I know he wants people to fear him but I couldn’t do that even if I tried. He’s been there through my best and darkest days.” Clasping my hands together in front of me.

Cami grinned, pouring herself some more champagne. "I told you there was good in him now let's drink and find a dress."

"Yes let's because Raelyn needs a dress that makes her look like a badass princess." Caroline clanked her glass with mine.

Davina made a face between our group. "I'm shocked Klaus doesn't just have a wedding dress in his creepy family collection that he wants you to wear." Everyone chuckled at the before we spent hours searching through thousands of dresses until I found the perfect one.

Davina drew back the curtain letting me walk through where she didn't dare take a peek at the dress since I wanted everyone to see it at the same time. Standing in front of the large mirror. "So what do ya'll think of this one?"

"Oh it's beautiful." Cami clasped her hands together on the verge of tears.

Caroline took Davina’s hand in hers where they said the exact same thing in unison. "You look so wonderful in that."

"You're a freaking princess, Raelyn." Bex jumped up to her feet running over and hugging me. "My brother is gonna find you so damn hot."

Turning back to face the mirror the dress had a long train in the back that had lace going down my back and around my waist. It had short sleeves that reached just to the start of my elbows. And there was a slit in the right side of the dress where you could see my cowgirl boots sticking out. "I am really doubting he will let me wear it forever considering this morning we haven't been able to keep our hands off each other."

"Oh my gosh so that is what you were doing when I called!" Caroline screamed, covering her hand over her mouth.

Dropping my gaze to the floor I blushed a deep red brushing hair behind my ear. "Sorry Caroline…"

"I have a question how exactly are you going to get everyone to not be fighting at the wedding?" Cami raises her hand.

Rebekah waves her hand scoffing. "Oh please. Everyone will always come together for Raelyn. Especially on a special occasion." I grinned remembering the night we had a camp fire.

"Okay so I feel like you need to spend your birthday like normal since you and Jacob had to do the Merge thing.” She had come over a few weeks after we had come back to see her high school graduation and it was nearing our birthday which was this weekend but Jacob and I didn’t really like to think about it anymore.

I roll my eyes playfully. "Care I love you - but where is this going?"

She gets up pulling out a camping backpack from behind her back. She started throwing clothes inside along with boots and hair bands. I raise myself up in a sitting position with my legs crossed. Her head shoots up, grinning proud. "We're going camping. Oh and you're gonna love this. I called Elena, Bonnie, Matt, Jacob, Stefan, Rebekah, Elijah, finally Damon and Klaus."

I clasped my hands over my mouth cackling in giggles. Caroline tilts her head to the side in annoyance raising her eyebrows. "I'm - I'm sorry care. But you think it's a good idea to put Damon and Klaus together with all our friends."

She tossed the bag at me, and I caught it sloppily. "This is serious Raelyn. I feel like we all need to come together and be nice on your special day."

I changed into a simple outfit chuckling at my best friend. "I know that Care but how could you convince everyone to come?"

She tosses my gear in her car, starting to drive to our campsite. "Well it basically goes like this....Bon, Elena and Matt have been my friends since kindergarten so they were all in. Rebekah really likes you , Elijah thought it would be a good idea along with Stefan and..." she takes a breath finishing. "Damon wants to come and get you drunk off Bourbon even though you’re pregnant. Jacob is your twin so this is his birthday party too...and Klaus, well you've dating so he's definitely coming - since he apparently loves birthdays."

I laughed a little at her as we drove to the LockWood estate and the old well. Jacob has chairs and coolers set out. Matt is helping Bonnie and Elena with snacks. Finally Damon and Klaus are watching Elijah make a firepit while drinking. "Presenting her royal highness, the birthday girl. Raelyn and her brother Prince Jacob!" Caroline announced with a bow as I blushed at her. Becca comes forward first hugging me and setting a flower crown on my head.

Elijah hugged me after and the wind knocked some leaves off and they fell on his suit. "I didn't expect such problems from activities such as these." He complimented pulling some out of his hair and brushing some off his suit.

Everyone else was in outdoor clothes so we all had to laugh at how silly the suit wearing Mikaelson looked out here. Damon vamped to me, joking. "I tired to get him to change into something else but he wasn't having it....he's acting like we are attending a ball in the woods."

Nik chimed in his hands together behind his back, smirking at me and Damon. "I'm starting to be the fun brother aren't I, mate?"

Damon shakes his hand back and forth meaning 'kinda' "just a little." Damon rolls his eyes stepping away to help the others set up camp.

A smile meets my lips when hearing Nik, pull me in for a hug and kiss my forehead. "You seemed surprised. Why is that, my heart?"

I take his hands in my own, replying. "I was surprised that Caroline convinced all of you. Once you said you didn't like nature unless you were running in your wolf form."

He smiles down at me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Well I'd do anything for you."

Hours later night had fallen and everyone was gathered around the campfire. I sat in between Klaus and Damon as they insisted on it. Elena actually wasn't a whiny annoying girl for once. Jacob and Matt toss a football back and forth. Elena said, holding her drink in both hands. "I say we do truth or dare."

Caroline nods her head excitedly. Damon picked up his Bourbon saying. "Aww I thought blondie original would've jumped in and suggested wrestling."

Caroline rolled her eyes when Klaus sipped on a beer, smirking playfully. "Now - now Damon. That isn't a very nice suggestion. Even though Raelyn knows very well who would win."

I stopped drinking my coke to nudge him in his rib. Nik looked at me with his mouth parted as I shook my head at him. 'Play nice' my gaze tells him.

Caroline cuts the intense glares between the two boys. "With that said - let's play the game!"

I take a sigh of relief as we finally start. I went first asking Becca. "Who was your first kiss?"

She said, "Marcel" Nik clutched a hand into a fist at the name.

Damon snipped sipping his Bourbon again. "Alright barbie. Your turn."

Caroline tapped her chin pointing to me. "Rae, truth or dare?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Uh, dare."

Elena and her share a glance smirking before she states. "I dare you to sit on Damon's lap.." Elena glanced at Nik. "Until the game is finished."

Nik death glared at Damon with a look that read 'I - will - kill - you'. I go and sit on Damon's lap and he smiles proudly.

Klaus got to pick the next game which was 'Never have I ever'. I really hoped he didn't ask questions from centuries ago. "Never have I ever kissed more than 8 guys?" Bonnie asked Caroline, Rebekah and Elena to take a shot.

Stefan questions the group. "Never have I ever played seven minutes in heaven?" Everyone except for me, Klaus, Elijah, Matt and Caroline drink. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Nik staring back at me. I mouthed 'really?' referring to him and Elijah never playing it. He shrugs his shoulders tilting his head my way and I shrug back at him.

Rebekah jokes, leaning forward a tad in her lawn chair. "Caroline, really. I thought you'd be a girl who would be all over that?"

Caroline shrugs her shoulders explaining. "Tyler took me away from those types of games."

Rebekah came back handing us each a fresh drink, revealing from behind her back in her other hand an empty Bourbon bottle. Becca exclaimed through the woods as the fire snapped and crackled. "Alright everybody, we are playing spin the bottle now!"

Caroline whines a tad. "What are we thirteen again?"

Becca glared angrily at her. "I suggest you shut up, before I shove my heels in your face!"

At that I jumped up standing in front of the original with my hands up. "Becca-" I warned.

Klaus adds on. "You know that won't happen, dear sister."

Becca looked over my shoulder at her brother snipping. "And why not!"

"Because I'd dagger you. We agreed to be civil on Raelyn and Jacob’s birthday!" Nik sits up, glaring at her intensely.

I whipped my head around snarling with golden eyes at my boyfriend. "Niklaus! I thought we agreed no more dagger threats!" He smirked just leaning back in his chair.

The game went back to Truth or Dare where my brother gave it a go towards Rebekah. "Truth or Dare."

She smiles "Dare."

Jacob paused for a moment "Snap off the heel of your boots."

Rebekah throws her arms in the air. "What ? No way!"

Damon points his finger at her, complaining. "I thought we all agreed to follow the 'have to do the dare' rule?" I take a swig of my drink, hoping this won't turn into a fight.

Rebekah raises her tone. "But these are my favorite pair!"

Matt spoke up, stuttering as he took a sip of his drink. "Can't you just get another pair..?"

Silence fell around the group as Caroline, Becca, Elena and Bonnie glared at him.

I just held my cup to my lips where Matt notices asking nervously. "Raelyn - why aren't you angry?"

I tilt my head to the quarterback joking a bit. "Don't like'm Matty. I always thought I'd fall and break my neck if I did." He chuckled, taking a big swing of his drink.

Elijah spun the bottle and it landed on Damon. "Truth or dare, mr. Salvatore?"

"Dare!" Damon challenges with a fist in the air.

Elijah thought for a moment before he came up with the perfect Dare for Damon - that would annoy him, "I dare you to hug Niklaus."

There was complete silence for about a minute before "What!" Damon and Klaus shouted at the same time.

"You can't be serious, Elijah, this is Damon's dare. You shouldn't involve me." Nik growls at his brother.

I started cracking up in laughter, slapping my freehand against my knee. Klaus and Damon both turned their heads to me, since I was sitting in between the pair. They all enjoyed seeing me having fun and laughing so they couldn't hide the grins on both their faces. Shortly after Damon stood up handing me his Bourbon as Nik stood up, and everyone watched them hug one another.

Damon slumped down in his chair, snatching his bottle back grumbling. "I can't believe I said Dare!"

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