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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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Hey there Savi.. could i request a kou,mitsuba and tsukasa x reader where their s/o gets bullied alot?? I've been struggling with it recently and now that school is going to start again im dreading it .. thank you in advance <3

kou minamoto x gn!reader, mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: of course!! I’m really sorry that you’ve had experiences like that, but I also genuinely hope that this year will be better! You’ve got this-!! And don’t be afraid to ask for help <3 you’re so so welcome, tho I’m sure schools probably started by now, therefore I’m super sorry for the time this took- and thank you so much for requesting <3

Waaaaaah i’m also sorry if it’s OOC, cos I know Tsukasa’s at least is;;; writer’s block is aaaaaaah-;; I’ve genuinely been writing this since September 19th,,,,

warnings: bullying

word count: 2,044

kou minamoto <3

You glanced at your phone screen, the date flashing up at you. It was depressing. Thoughts of previous years danced in your head, as you shut your phone back off. You currently stood outside of your school, “open house” finally over. School was starting back in just a few days. Your days of freedom could be counted on one hand… this was, by far, one of your least favorite times of the year.

“(Y/N)! Do you still want to walk to the park?” Kou questioned, running up beside you. You nodded, hoping that spending time with your boyfriend would get your mind off of school, and memories related to such. As the two of you began to walk, you could practically feel the question on the tip of Kou’s tongue. He always made himself rather obvious- his hands fidgeted a bit, his gaze lowering to the ground.

“Say, (Y/N)... you seem sad. Is it because school’s starting back?”

You thought for a moment, unsure of how to put it. He certainly wasn’t wrong…

“Yeah, that’s basically it… last year was just… not a good year, haha.”

“Oh? Well, I’m sure this one will be better!! If you want, we can make a list or something? All the bad things about last year can be something we change this year-!”

Despite bitterly knowing that it wasn’t exactly something within your realm of control, you laughed a bit. “That’s… insanely corny, Kou. I didn’t say a terrible idea- just… corny.”

When you glanced up at him, you noticed his red face, as he blurted out an excuse. A moment of fumbling over his words passed, before he gave up, glancing off to the side once more.

“Wh-whatever- I mean, just… like, tell me what’s wrong, if you want to. And I’ll try to help. Alright?”

“It’s really not something either of us can help, Kou.”

“So? I’m your boyfriend,” He seemed a bit embarrassed to say, most likely not used to pulling that sort of card, “If you don’t want to tell me, I can’t make you. But, if you’re alright with telling me, I want to know. Either way, I’m here for you...”

“Ah… I know it, Kou. Honestly, I just… dealt with some bullying last year, so I’m really not looking forward to this year. No matter how much I hear ‘oh, the bully does it to feel better about themself’, it’s just emotionally… hm, awful, you know?”

“Oh… I understand, (Y/N). I do remember some people picking on me, since I have a big brother like Teru- it’s not fun at all. Here!! I’ll stay with you, 24/7! Sit with me during classes, and I’ll hang out with you during free time!” “Thanks, Kou- but we probably won’t have every class together.”

“Then- just tell me if something happens during the class,” He spoke, crossing his arms rather seriously. “I’ll talk with the teacher! Easy peasy!!”

A moment passed, before Kou took your hand, looking at the ground, then back up with you. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly, his eyes not as wide as they usually were. Kou was being serious- as serious as his sweet mind could let him be. He almost seemed to resemble his big brother even more- when the two were serious.

“If something happens, tell me, okay? I mean it. I don’t want this year to be bad for you- as your friend and boyfriend! Let me do what I can to help, alright?”

You blinked a bit. Kou’s words were so sincere, you felt your heart beat a bit quicker. “A-alright. Thank you, Kou. I really mean it.” You spoke, bringing the boy into a hug to hide whatever sort of expression you were making.

“Of course! You don’t need to thank me, (Y/N). I’m happy to try and help-!”

mitsuba sousuke <3

“(Y/N), if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll give you something to complain about.”

Ah, Mitsuba… he spoke, his arms crossed as he sat next to you, silently noticing your slightly disheveled clothes. Judging by the slightly down look you wore, too many things were now adding up. Something was bothering you, and he was bound and determined to find out what it was.

“Mitsuba, it’s okay, really. Here! Let’s eat, I��m starving!” You opened up your bento box, sliding one his way, and sticking the chopsticks into your mouth. Though you hummed happily, Mitsuba was… in Detective Mode, to put it lightheartedly. Your every move was being analyzed, as he tried his best to figure out what was wrong. Your eyebrows furrowed, as you swallowed a bit harder than usual.

“What’s the point of lying to me, dummy? If you aren’t hungry, it’s probably because whatever is bothering you is ruining your appetite. Talk to me. I’m serious.”

You sighed, feeling as if the food was stuck in your throat. Or maybe your throat simply felt as though it had a lump in it…? Either way, you were painfully aware of the unpleasant feeling. Along with the creeping suspicion that Mitsuba wasn’t going to leave this alone. Was he good at reading people?? Were you just easy to read…? Or maybe, he was just far too accustomed to the way you reacted to things. Able to focus in on the little things, especially when he wanted to. Perhaps it was the talent of a photographer? Being able to read the entire picture??

Perhaps you were thinking too much into it, desperate for a way to get your mind off of the things going on around you.

“I’m just… dealing with some stuff.”

“Well, duh. What kind of stuff?”

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, fiddling absentmindedly with the chopsticks. You knew you could confide in Mitsuba… yet, something about it felt practically impossible. What would happen if you told him? Could he do anything? He was merely a ghost…

“Oi, I asked a question. Listen, and listen well, you idiot- I know I can’t solve all your problems, but I can at least listen- which is what you’d better be doing right now. You listen to me, though who wouldn’t want to is beyond me, so I can at least do the same. I’m not your therapist, but I am your boyfriend.”

Those words danced around in your mind for a bit, as you considered how to put it. For a moment, you simply nodded, letting Mitsuba know you heard- and were acknowledging- what he said. A few more moments passed before you began to speak.

“Lately, there have been some students… picking on me, I guess. It’s… discouraging, and makes school feel like a living nightmare. You’re the only good thing in my day at this hellhole.”

“Oh.”

You tightened your grip on the chopsticks, trying to read Mitsuba’s tone. Suddenly, it clicked- remembering Mitsuba mentioning being bullied for being “feminine” and “foul-mouthed”. He truly, genuinely, understood where you were coming from.

“I see, then… I’ll tell you what to do, (Y/N). Tell an adult, lame-o. I don’t give a flying flip about ‘oh, they won’t believe me’ or ‘what if the bullies blah blah.’ At least try it- it’s hard, but I don’t care about that either. Also, freaking ignore them. Obviously, you don’t want to pay them attention, so don’t.”

“Mitsuba, it’s not that easy-”

“I know. (Y/N), I’ve been in your shoes. Maybe it’s different- I dunno what kind of bullying they’re doing. Still, if you’re good enough for my standards, you know you’re at least worth something. So don’t let those low-lives get you down. I promise you, if I could, I’d give them a piece of my mind. But, since I can’t, just… do it yourself, or something. Don’t endure it, you rat.”

(“Mitsuba, all your insults lowkey feel like bullying-”

“Shut up, stupid-face, you can’t tell a teacher on a ghost. What’re you gonna say?? Waaaah, sensei, school mystery number 3 is calling me names!! Hah.”

“Tsuchigomori-sensei can see you, you know. And he teaches both Minamoto boys!”

“Lalalaaaa, I can’t hear you-”)

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa… knows.

There was no other way to put it. You knew he knew, and you knew he was just waiting. A part of him wanted you to ask him for help- to confide in him, even if it took some pushing. He was… a bit different in that sense- I mean, how was he to know you didn’t enjoy being bullied? Was it the same way he felt when Amane looked at him with such hatred?

“(Y/N)!! What’s with such a sad look?? Did you get a bad test grade?” Tsukasa questioned, floating alongside you as you entered the broadcasting room. You simply shook your head, placing your bookbag on the floor, then standing back up.

“It’s just been a day, Tsu,” You added, taking a seat near Sakura. As you did, she pushed a cup of tea your way, her gaze as it usually was. She looked right through you, as if you were nothing but a ghost. Still, it was a much better look than the ones given by the bullies. Muttering a ‘thank you’, you lifted the cup, fiddling with it slightly.

“If there’s something bothering you, feel free to share it,” Sakura spoke, her gaze staying on you, then finally closing as she sipped from her cup.

“If there’s something bothering you, share it.” Tsukasa added, placing his head on your shoulder and staring at your eyes. His gaze drifted to your hands when you brought the cup to your lips, then over to your throat as you struggled to swallow.

“Runt, if you don’t back away from them, you’ll the the one bothering them,” Natsuhiko spoke, raising his eyebrows at Tsukasa, then offering you a slightly concerned look. His expression was enough for you to know he wanted to know if you were alright- to which you shrugged, reaching up and patting the side of Tsukasa’s face.

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll be fine, really.”

Sakura pondered for a moment, before standing. “Mitsuba, would you like to walk with me? I should go grab something.”

Mitsuba, who had been sitting off to the side- glanced up, his usual puppy-like expression on his face. “Sure,” He replied, standing up, practically in sync with Natsuhiko.

“I’ll go as well, my lady!”

Oh. She’s doing that on purpose.

Your eyes followed the trio as they left the room, and you could feel Tsukasa’s eyes still stuck on you. The moment the door shut, he spoke. “(Y/N), tell me what’s wrong. You don’t seem to enjoy being miserable!”

“Am I supposed to?” “You’re miserable then? What’s wrong, c’mon!!”

“I didn’t say I was- just that I don’t think many people like it,” You spoke, taking another sip from the tea. The warmth of it made your throat feel hot, but it didn’t help the lump stuck in it.

“(Y/N). Just admit to me what’s wrong, and I’ll do what I can!”

You sighed, not wanting to grow frustrated. Tsukasa was… trying. He just didn’t understand everything- the boy who enjoyed seeing people wear normally unpleasant expressions, of course he wouldn’t personally understand. He wanted to help you, but how could a ghost help? Much less, the ghost of a boy such as him?

“(Y/N)-” “I’m just dealing with some bullies. It’s fine, Tsukasa- I’ll figure something out.”

“I’ll kill them <3”

“Tsu-”

Tsukasa stepped away from you, crossing his arms. “So, (Y/N), you don’t like it when people bully you? I’ll take care of it! Promise!” “Stop it right there, Mr. Only-grants-wishes-for-the-dead. Don’t ‘take care of them.’ I just need to get enough confidence to tell a teacher or something…”

Tsukasa paused, pouting his lips slightly, before nodding. Quickly, he floated back over to you, and trapped you in a hug. His arms wrapped around you securely, making you feel rather safe for being in the arms of such a destructive boy. “Fine. I’ll go with you, then, (Y/N)! I’ll even hold your hand!! And I definitely won’t let those bullies bother you any more~.”

“Tsukasa, please, don’t do anything drastic-” “Whatever you say, (Y/N). You know I can’t go against the wishes of my cute partner~!”

#anon #gn!reader #x gn!reader #oneshot #tbhk #jshk #kou minamoto #mitsuba sousuke #tsukasa yugi #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #kou minamoto x reader #mitsuba sousuke x reader #tsukasa yugi x reader

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averykedavra · 3 years

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75. With whoever honestly (I definitely could see Patton saying it to Roman to make him laugh tho)

(~ im-an-anxious-wreck)

(Hi! Sorry for the delay, @im-an-anxious-wreck, I needed to do some school!)

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It was rare for Patton and Roman to get a moment to themselves. With the school play coming up, they were thrust into the busy bustling of a play almost finished. Every costume had to be perfect. Every movement had to be aligned. Every line needed to be accented, every light on at the correct time--it was a whirlwind of rehearsals and preparations.

Roman loved it, of course. He loved every moment of every play their high school put on. But it certainly got tiring, and it kept him rehearsing long after school was over, until the sky was dark outside.

He must have repeated his lines ten times just today. If he heard ‘start from the top again,’ he might faint, and he was beginning to resent every inch of the school stage. He kicked it in irritation. It didn’t budge. The stage waits for no one, he’d been told, but he wished it would wait a few more days and give them time.

He’d barely gotten a moment with Patton all week.

That was the only reason he’d agreed to this. Everyone was already gone, bundled in coats and tucking scripts against their chests. The stage was empty and the lights glowed yellow, so bright that Roman could see the dust spiraling in each beam, so bright that he could barely make out a single seat in the audience.

Next week, he’d be up here, saying his lines to the whole school. Slightly to the left of center stage, then cross downstage, then gesture to the right.

Roman looked down at the pamphlet in his hand. Midsummer Night’s Dream. Or it would have been, if he hadn’t folded it backwards.

“Crap!” Roman said, unfolding the pamphlet and trying again. “Why are these so hard?”

“It’s just fold, fold, and then fold back over!” Patton showed him. “Easy.”

“Easy for you, darling.” Roman fumbled his way through the pamphlet. “Who was supposed to do this again?”

“Us,” Patton said with a smile. “We did sign up.”

“Hmph,” Roman said, flattening the edge of the pamphlet. “That’s because you’re a sweetheart and can’t say no to anyone.”

“It’s the nice thing to do!” Patton’s eyes widened in the way they always did, cute and pleading and a bit teasing. “Who else is going to? We need pamphlets.”

“Just don’t hand any out,” Roman suggested. “No names. No plot summary. People can go into this play and figure out what’s happening for themselves, like real audience members.”

Patton giggled as he placed a folded pamphlet on the pile. All his pamphlets were perfectly folded. Of course they were--when was Roman’s boyfriend anything less than perfect? “It’s a Shakespeare play anyway,” Patton said. “I think they all know what happens.”

“Fair,” Roman admitted, trying not to cut his fingers on the edge of his pamphlet. He wished he could reach out and hold Patton’s hand. But he was busy. Even when it was just the two of them, they were busy. Roman was a bit tired of that. “Stupid pamphlets, though.”

Patton gave him a sympathetic look. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to--”

“No, no, I am valiant! Brave! Noble!” Roman pressed a hand to his forehead. “I shall persevere through this struggle, for peasants are in need of my gifts!”

Patton giggled. Success!

“We can make it more interesting for you, though,” Patton suggested after a second, fingers dancing nimbly over the pamphlets. “Maybe you could run lines?”

Roman groaned loudly. “Not more lines.”

“Aw, isn’t it more fun when I’m here?” Patton grinned at him. “Just suggesting! To make this worth your while.”

“Fine,” Roman said, and Patton squealed. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am!” Patton agreed.

Roman tried not to splutter. He stared fixedly at his pamphlets as his face grew hot. “You were saying?”

“Practice your lines!” Patton said. “What’s a scene you want to work on?”

“None of them,” Roman said, truthfully.

Patton fixed him with a look.

Roman sighed. “Act Two, Scene One. The fairies kept forgetting their blocking and we barely made it to my part of the scene.”

“Okay!” Patton looked around for his script book. He fumbled with it and pulled it out. “Sorry, I’m gonna need this for any scene with no Theseus.”

“It’s okay!” Roman waited for Patton to finish. Patton flipped through several pages, still pulling at the pamphlets with his other hand. Roman poked at some pamphlets himself. There were entirely too many of them. Maybe he should have guilted some of their classmates into staying behind, too.

“Here?” Patton asked. “‘Ill met by moonlight’?”

“Yep!” Roman stretched and looked out into the audience. Nobody was there, except for their stage director bustling around backstage. It was less stressful when nobody could see him, but it was stranger, to be the only person in the room. Patton and him, single spotlight.

“I’ll be Titania,” Patton said. “You can practice being Oberon.”

“Great.” Roman turned to face Patton again. “Go?”

Patton nodded, twin afro puffs glowing in the stage lights.

“Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania,” Roman began, trying to deepen his voice a bit. He couldn’t do his perfected stance--feet slightly apart, shoulders back--but he could still pretend he was a snooty fairie king.

“What--” Patton blinked at the script and looked up. Then, in a nasally voice, he said “What, jealous Oberon? Fairies, skip hence: I have forsworn--”

“Wh--” Roman snickered. “Patton, what is that voice?”

“What?” Patton said, batting his eyelashes innocently. “I’m acting! Anyway--” He cleared his throat and dipped back into his faux-Elizabethan falsetto. “I have forsworn his bed and company.”

Roman laughed, covering his mouth. “That’s not--”

“What?” Patton said again, giggling.

“Why are you doing that voice?” Roman asked. “You know how to act, dear!”

“I’m trying to distinguish this one from Theseus,” Patton said. “I have to go all high up!”

“No, you don’t!” Roman laughed harder. “Nobody’s going to think that Oberon is flirting with Theseus.”

“Oh, is thy humours unaligned?” Patton said, in the same nasally voice, somehow even more posh and oddly British. “Art thou irritated at me, oh wise one, havest thou irritation at me--”

“No!” Roman leaned back, trying to stop laughing. “No, no, that is so wrong.”

Patton pouted. “It is?”

“Yes!” Roman let his head hit the stage. He stared into the lights, laughing. “You know how to do this, honey, don’t mess with me.”

“I was just trying to make it more interesting,” Patton said. “I don’t even like this scene. Oberon’s a jerk.”

“He is,” Roman admitted. “But I don’t think any Shakespeare characters aren’t. Or, at least, the men.”

“Oberon tries to steal a baby!”

“Like I said.” Roman sighed. “Contrary to what I believed at first, Shakespeare is rather messed up. The words are still pretty, though.”

“They are.” Patton cleared his throat. “Then I must be thy lady, but--”

Roman started laughing again. Patton just sounded ridiculous. After a few seconds, Patton laughed, too, and dropped the script on the ground.

“You’re adorable,” Roman told the ceiling.

“You aren’t even looking at me.”

“Don’t need to.” Roman swung upright and held out his hands, framing Patton’s face. “See? Knew it!”

Patton giggled and looked away. He did look adorable. The golden light glanced off his glasses and gleamed on his nose, and reflected something deep in his brown eyes. Roman would be happy to just sit here and look at his boyfriend for hours--goodness knew he hadn’t had the chance for a while.

Roman looked down at the pamphlets. Right.

“You’re going to distract me,” he teased. “And we’ll never get this done. So much for running lines.”

“Yeah, I know.” Patton let out a breath. “Just figured--oh, I don’t know, I just wanted to make things easier on you. You’ve been so harried by the play all week. I thought giving you more time to practice would make you feel better.”

"You--” Roman blinked. “Oh.”

Patton gave the pamphlets a small smile. He’d started to fold them again, easily, fold-fold-and-fold-over-top. “I just want you to be excited for this. Not scared or stressed.”

“Oh,” Roman said again. “I am excited.”

“I know!”

“No, I seriously am!” Roman laughed a bit. “It’s all been a blur, and I’m definitely filled with adrenaline, but I’m not stressed about it. It’s going to be fine! I’ve practiced my lines enough to recite them in my sleep.” He smiled softer. “And I’ve got you there on stage with me. It’ll be okay.”

Patton laughed and rubbed at his cheeks. “You’re making me all flustered! I don’t think we even have a scene together.”

“Yeah, but you’re backstage most of the time!” Roman raised an arm and twirled it. “I do my beautiful, spellbinding acting, then I go backstage to the most beautiful and spellbinding person I know!”

Patton squeaked.

“And yeah, I’ve been a bit stressed,” Roman admitted, letting his arm fall. “But that’s just because I’ve missed you. We’ve barely had any time to hang out--which is fine, I just...yeah, I’m looking forward to when we can be together again.”

Patton’s eyes widened in his classic you’re so cute expression. He didn’t even have to say it. Roman cursed his blushing cheeks as he tried to hide his face.

“You’re so cute,” Patton said. Roman blushed harder. “And sweet, and I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner!”

“No, it’s okay!” Roman shrugged, still trying to force down his blush. “We were both busy. I get it.”

“Yeah.” Patton looked down at the pamphlets, glossy in the light, then back at Roman. “And it’s worth it. But--I miss you, too.”

Roman smiled at him.

Patton smiled back. “So, what do you want to do now?”

“What?”

“We can talk about anything,” Patton said, waving a hand. “Or we can go peek at the costumes, or dance around onstage--tons of things!”

“What?” Roman said again. “But--the pamphlets--”

“Can wait!” Patton beamed and folded one pamphlet. “It’s easy, see? Fold-fold-fold? I’ll get them in no time, we can take a break or two.”

Roman found himself grinning brighter than the stage lights. “Really?”

“Of course!”

“Fantastic!” Roman jumped up and extended a hand. Patton took it, and Roman pulled him to his feet. They stood there for a second. The stage lights were always uncomfortably hot, but Roman couldn’t tell if that was why he felt warm. Maybe it was just Patton’s hand in his.

Patton looked beautiful, on the stage, in front of the world. Absolutely beautiful. Pretty words and beautiful sentiment.

Who needed Shakespeare, fake accent or not?

Roman had really missed this.

“So,” Roman said, “want to practice blocking? I think you start out center stage--”

He tugged Patton to center stage. Patton giggled and stumbled to a stop, and Roman caught him, arms around his waist.

“And then you go downstage, upstage, all around!” Roman squeezed his hand. “Wanna practice?”

Patton beamed back. “Sure.”

And Patton was right--with his boyfriend around, Roman didn’t mind practicing at all.

Give me a prompt, and I’ll write a short drabble!

#royality #patton sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #high school au #long post #asks and answers #im-an-anxious-wreck #averywrites #yeahh this did not turn out as a drabble either rip #not super super short but here i am!

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purrfectstrangers · 3 years

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Another great story from Gamzanon! I dunno what I did to deserve to pot all their short stories, but I'm happy to bring you yet another~

As always, be aware this is vore and digestion heavy, so readers squeamish about that, catch a different one <3

Fanboy Bellies

(I'm so sorry for the delay. My muse for the Dave prompt just flat out died... so here's a Hiveswap story instead. It's my first time writing these characters, so I hope it satisfies~)

[You literally always satisfy, my dude ;3]

Zebede couldn't believe that this was really happening.

He was to attend a Cirava Hermod concert. Cirava. Hermod. The vaporwave legend that had defined a generation was going to appear live on stage. And he was going to be able to see them. It was almost, no, it was completely unbelievable. Zebede was practically vibrating where he stood. With his round shape and his black and yellow color scheme, he already looked like a bee. Now he almost sounded like one too.

A pair of grey fingers snapped impatiently in front of his face, dragging Zebede back into reality.

"♤Are you just going to stand there all night? I need you to pull your weight here!♤"

"i'm sorry. i spaced out."

Yes, that's right. He wasn't here to just to see Cirava.

You see, Cirava was an online musician. The only reason they were at a concert was because they were challenged to a rap battle by one Marvus Xoloto.

Such an event naturally attracted fans of all stripes, including one particularly obsessive blueblood. Both Zebruh and Zebede wanted to... meet their respective idols, so the two decided to hatch a plan. Or, rather, Zebruh dragged Zebede into his.

"♢Now, do you remember the plan?♢"

Even when crouching behind a wall, Zebruh was still a lot taller then the young yellowblood. Enough so that he could probably rest his head in between Zebede's horns in the right position. Zebede pulled a jar of bees out of his hoodie pocket, taking a deep, steadying breath as he tried to focus.

"ok guyz. i need you to do me thiz one big favor." Zebede whispered into the jar. "please." With another steadying breath, Zebede pulled off the lid.

The loudly buzzing swarm flew off around the corner, leaving Zebruh and Zebede to watch as security noticed the cloud.

"Wha-what the Hell!"

The large purple guard shielding their face as the swarm clouded around their head, twitching and twisting hither, thither, and fro in a desperate attempt to keep the bees out of their eyes. "Dammit! Leave me alone!" The clown swung their club wildly in a vain attempt to keep the bugs out of their eyes. They ran off cussing and flailing as the swarm persisted in its assault.

The two Zs waited for the buzzing to fall out of earshot before commenting.

"♧...I'm going to be honest... that shouldn't have worked.♧"

"you'd be suprised. they're pretty reliable."

The two stood up and approached the Staff Only door. That was it. The one obstacle between them and their idols.

"♡I suppose this is where we part ways.♡" Zebruh gave a big dramatic bow, making sure to adjust his bowtie along the way. "♡As a lowblood ally, it has been my honor to unite a yellow fellow with his idol. I do hope you keep this favor in mind in the future.♡"

If Zebede noticed the slightly sinister intone of his voice, he didn't say so. "oh, yez. i will. honest, thiz iz the nicest anyone'z been to me for a very long time." His face deflated and his smile fell. "...it'z also the longest anyone haz ever interacted with me in a long time, come to think of it."

Zebruh pushed the door open, dramatically ushering him inside. "♡When we meet up again, we can interact plenty.♡" He winked and, again, adjusted his bowtie. "♡Until then, I have a date with a popular, promiscuous purpleblood.♡"

As the two walked in separate directions through the backstage area, a telltale gurgle escaped their guts and echoed down the halls. It's not every day you get to meet a celebrity. They're not going to waste this opportunity~

Cirava exhaled another puff of smoke, their room positively flooding with polluted green air. The condensed heat threatened to cook them alive as it left their form drenched in sweat. They let out a long, satisfied sigh as the drugs filtered through their body. Yeah, that was the stuff. A good smoke always got their head in the game before a song.

The door creaking open didn't catch their attention, but sudden loud coughing did. Cirava rolled their head over to see a round little troll waving smoke out of his face as his coughed and wheezed. They just stared as Zebede got his barrings again, watching his eyes widen as the two made eye contact. "well you're not security".

Zebede nervously rubbed the back of his head as he dared to step closer, waving smoke out of his face again when he had to suppress a cough. The room's heat was making him sweat just as much as his nerves were as he cleared his throat. "um, hi? zebede tongza. i'm a big fan."

Zebede held out his hand timidly, which Cirava shook without any fan fare, leaving Zebede to stare at his hand in awe as they pulled back. "cirava hermod. but im guessing you knew that lmao."

Zebede's face slowly split into a grin. "yeah... yeah! it'z good to finally meet you." Cirava stood, popping their back as they casually stretched.

"dont mention it. youre cool. had me a little worried when you showed up without a pass tho." Zebede looked away, either embarrassed or ashamed. Cirava was too busy fishing a piece of paper from their pocket to care. "here's your autograph." They said nonchalantly. Zebede grabbed their wrist instinctively.

Zebede's mind sputtured and spurred to a halt as he stared.

Right there, on that small piece of paper, in a lowercase, golden font, was the Cirava Hermod's name.

Cirava Hermod's autograph.

Cirava Hermod is giving him their autograph.

Just as Zebede began to process that information, a scent crept into his nose.

A heavy, mouthwatering scent. A smell more intoxicating then the poisonous green smoke that surrounded him.

It was Cirava's scent. And they smelled wonderful.

Zebede's stomach growled.

"hey are you gonna let go sometime soon?"

Zebede looked up. "oh. sorry." Zebede plucked the note out of Cirava's grasp before pocketing. Now, he held their hand in front of him like a nice big burger. "i swear i'm sorry about thiz, but... i can't pasz thiz opportunity up."

With that, he promptly shoved Cirava's hand into his maw.

Cirava tried to pull their hand out as Zebede slobered all over it, savoring their flavor. "what the fuck." Cirava tried to pry his mouth open, only for Zebede to grab his free hand and shovel it into his mouth. "alright seriously. let go!" Zebede was pulled out of his blissful stupor as Cirava continued to struggle and shout. He shrugged apologetically before grabbing them by the horns and pulling their entire head into his mouth. He could risk them attracting any guards, or else he'd take his time savoring their taste.

Cirava's horns bulged out his cheeks as they thrashed around back and forth. Their feet beat desperately against the floor as his tongue coated their face in golden saliva. Zebede almost moaned as their salty, sweaty flavor overloaded his taste buds. Their scent continued to drift directly into his nose, leaving him drooling around his thrashing meal. It wasn't long before he greedily shoveled Cirava's head down his throat.

Zebede was already so pudgy that you couldn't tell from the outside looking in that Cirava's hands had reached his gut. At most, you'd be able to hear their muffled yelling coming from his midsection, but Zebede didn't notice that either. He was too busy slobbering on Cirava's torso. Still, even as caught up in his gluttonous fever as he was, still tried to avoid loosening their binder.

Another swallow finally distended his gut a little bit. Cirava's head outlined in his ballooning gut as they continued to swear and scream. His gut gurgled eagerly as Zebede closed in on those limply kicking legs. It wouldn't be long now.

Zebede tilted his head backwords and slurped up those flailing limbs like noodles. His gut completely ballooned out as his entire meal fell into it at once, forcing a massive belch out of his mouth. Zebede's gut gurgled eagerly around his vainly struggling celebrity snack, giving him time to catch his breath. The air had sense cleared, the green smoke drifting out of the open doorway, allowing Zebede to hyperventilate as what he just did caught up with him.

"i... ate you." Zebede's eyes began to shine, his face splitting into a massive, ear-reaching grin. "i actually are you. thiz iz so cool!"

Zebede belched again, not even stopping to be embarrassed as he began massaging his thrashing gut. "you were do deliciouz and juicy and filling... thiz iz amzaing! you were everything i thought you'd be."

Even with his body weighed down by a stomach that nearly doubled him in size, Zebede managed to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet. "i've wanted to eat you for so long, ever sense i first saw you, and now, oh, thank you so much!"

Zebede pulled his gut into a tight hug, resting his head atop Cirava's. "thankz for everything. you've made me the happiest troll on alternia."

If Cirava had any response to that, it was drowned out by Zebede's grumbling gut.

Marvus blinked as he examined himself in the mirror, carefully checking his face paint for any imperfections. It was something he took seriously, even with his laid back personality. His face was on billboards. He couldn't afford a smudge.

Even still, his laid back smile didn't drop as he heard his door creak open. "Zeb. Bro. Buddy. Didn't I tell u bout comin back here?" Zebruh froze in the doorway, hand instinctively grasping at his bowtie to steady himself. He took a deep breath before walking in.

"♡Oh, come on, darling. If you'd only give me a chance I...♡" Zebruh paused as Marvus spun around in his chair. The clown's posture was relaxed. His face was perfectly calm. He still had that lazy, carefree smile on his face. It just mad his red eyes stand out that much more.

"Thought I made it clear I don't want u round here." Marvus stood up. His massive body towering a full head over Zebruh. "Thought we'd had dis convo bout thirty times now. Round thirty two or so?"

Zebruh backed up against the wall, about to open his mouth in protest when the singer unsheathed the sword from his cane. His chin was made to rest on the blade as Marvus leaned on over him. The body heat coming off of him was palpable and Zebruh could smell the sweat running down his skin, some of it trying and failing to seep out from under his paint. "Zeb. I'm gon give it to ya straight. I don't want ur blud on me. I just cleaned dis suit. I justabout got my paint on. And I don't wanna get my hair gunked up. So I'm gonna let ya turn round now, kay?"

Zebruh forced himself to meet those eyes as they bore into him. Everything about this was starting to drive him mad. The heat of his breath, the size of his body, and that sweet smell.

Zebruh's stomach growled.

Taking his silence as an affirmation, Marvus plopped himself back down in his seat, picking at his face in the mirror. Zebruh practically throttled his tie as his tried to catch his breath, blood pumping in his ears as his stomach roared once again.

He always wanted to eat Marvus. Ever sense he saw Marvus he'd want to eat him.

But that smell.

He could practically taste it.

Marvus didn't notice Zebruh approach him not until his chair swirled around and his vision was suddenly eclipsed by dark blue slime. Zebruh moaned as his tongue lavished the idol's face, smearing his facepaint as it mixed with his sweat on Zebruh's taste buds, creating an intoxicating flavor that left the blueblood drooling.

Zebruh could've tasted his head for hours... if Marvus's hands hadn't clamped onto his neck.

Laid back or not, Marvus was still a purple blood. A purple blood who had no more patience for Zebruh's shenanigans. Zebruh tried to pry his hands open, but it did nothing to deter the bigger, stronger clown as he stood up and squashed Codakk's windpipe.

In a moment of panic, Zebruh kneed Xoloto in the gut, knocking his grip loose long enough for Zebruh's maw to wrap around those broad shoulders. Zebruh moaned again as his tongue slid across Marvus's chest, coating his pecs in blue saliva.

Zebruh kicked Marvus's discarded cane aside as he saw the clown grope for it before swallowing again. His gut bulged out from under his suit, showing off the outline of Marvus's face for all to see as Zebruh savored his now helpless meal.

Zebruh swallowed again, leaving only Marvus's kicking legs free from his maw. He spun around and planted himself in the chair, tilting his head up to let gravity drag Marvus's ass across his tongue. He chewed and kneaded that taught bubble butt as it slipped into his throat, before casually slurping up those pesky flailing legs.

The ensuing belch was nearly loud and crass enough to shatter the mirror. Blue spit flew everywhere as the clown curled up inside his new home. Zebruh shamelessly moaned as he felt the struggles start up. "♡Darling. You tasted so much better then you had any right too."

Zebruh spun around and admired his giant gut in the mirror. Following the outline of Marvus's struggles as his hands massaged his tightly wrapped form. "◇Now, I know this must be hard for you. But I can hardly call myself an ally if I don't treat castes equally. And I've eaten quite a few lowbloods in my day." Zebruh swiped Marvus's hat off the mirror and rested it over his eyes. He reclined the chair back and pat his gut again.

"♡Please, darling. Kick back. Relax. And enjoy your stay. I promise I'll take good care of you~♡"

Both Zebruh and Zebede enjoyed every second of digestion. Zebede simply couldn't stop gushing about Cirava's work while Zebruh smoothly soothed Marvus's every move.

This continued even as punches turned to pleads and anger melted into fear. Zebruh was always happy to hear his food beg. Zebede was just happy to listen to his idol at all.

As the hours ticked by and the guts rounded out, the two Z's examined their gains. They flaunted their heavier behinds with pride and declared that they would never shed these pounds.

As the fanboys gathered their mementos, collected discarded laptops and canes, their guts gurgled eagerly.

They licked their lips and wondered if they'd see their fellow fanboy on the way out. Because they both had plenty of room for desert~

#//digestion #//vore #submission

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She sits on the bus flicking through her music trying to find the perfect song, a task that usually takes a ridiculous amount of time for her to just settle on a song shes listened to so many times before. One of those ones you listen to and never get sick of. She slouched down in her seat slightly watching the people pile in one after the other, a clear almost robotic routine to her days. Closing her eyes she relaxes into the bubble she had placed around her simply by putting headphones in, she bobbed her head gently to the music letting herself be immersed completely.

A light tap on her shoulder brought her back to the world, with a jolt she gave a gentle tug to one of the headphones letting it fall out of her ear. She looked up at the man who was standing in front of her. His fluffy looking dark hair parted straight down the middle,and curving in the bangs, it had a childish and almost sweet kind of turn to it, she smiled mostly to herself. The man had a smile which she could only describe to be blinding to mere mortals, coffee coloured brown eyes dancing along with the smile. he was tall and slim, or maybe rather muscular it was hard to tell, if he was he hid it well. He layered on clothing today, he definitely wasn’t from here, this was a summer day kind of heat in the UK. He was most likely around her age which made her interest peak in him. In conclusion he was tall, dark and handsome, just her type.

‘May i sit?’ He spoke his voice sounded so cute yet so calming, it certainly matched the beaming smile lacing his features, her heart fluttered slightly, she had expected a deep raspy voice one fit for a mysterious man, not a soft and soothing, a voice that made her happy just listening to it. She nodded motioning her hand towards the seat telling him silently that he may indeed sit, she didn’t trust her voice to stay calm. He thanked her by bowing his head slightly and whispering a small thank you. She placed her earbud back in her ear and gazed out the window, it seemed like some dramatic movie. The typical teen movie, staring out the window listening to sad music thinking about life, that’s what she looked like right now and it almost made her laugh out loud.

Her shoulders shook slightly as she let a small laugh escape, she was almost certain she snorted, but if anyone asked or pointed it out she would deny it. The boy next to her looked at her strangely before turning back to his phone smiling. He hadn't randomly asked to sit next to her, there was plenty other seats free, plenty other places he could plop down temporarily, but she was pretty. Drifting off into her own world she looked so relaxed to him, he wanted to be near that, around that kind of energy. She was alluring to him, he liked everything about how she looked he was sure her personality must be just as good. He was so lost in admiring the girl he hardly noticed he had missed his stop. Looking up from his phone and looking at the surroundings outside the bus, his eyes widening in horror as he realised he had indeed missed his stop, 3 stops ago in fact. He pushed the button quickly running to the front of the bus waiting for the driver to stop, he stepped off quickly taking a breath as he watched the bus drive off. He patted his pockets for his phone, he should probably let Tae know what an idiot he had been. Shit. She turned to look back out the window sinking herself back into her bubble. She had concluded the boy really wasn’t from here, who forgets their stop these days. A sudden vibration on her leg broke her out of her thoughts, she looked down at her phone to see no messages, strange, she ignored it.

It happened again, and again, and again. She looked down at her leg Confused. Sitting right next to her right leg was a phone, his phone. She rolled her eyes picking it up and looking at the screen.

10 messages from Tae

What the? This boy has some obsessive friends. She decided to swipe the screen up, i mean if there was no password was she even really snooping? Of course she was, but he didn’t need to know that.

‘Hey i’m here where are you?’

‘Dude its been 5 minutes did you miss your stop?’

‘Broooo i swear to godddddddddd’

‘Dude we left 5 minutes apart how are you this late?’

‘OI YOU GIRL SITTING THERE’

‘PLEASE ANSWER MY PHONE’

‘ANSWER

ANSWER

ANSWER’ she smirked at the phone laughing at the messages, he was asking for her to open the phone he cant accuse her of anything now. To be honest she was impressed at the boys speed he had only gotten off the bus about 5 minutes ago.

‘PLEASE PICK UP MY PHONE I KNOW I LEFT IT ON VIBRATE I KNOW YOU HAVE IT’

‘ILL SCREAM THEFT IF YOU DON’T ANSWER RIGHT NOW.’ she scoffed at this statement, steal his phone? HIS phone? No thank you sir, as if she wanted a LG when she had a perfectly beautiful Iphone sitting right in her lap.

‘Wow hold up little boy I ain’t no thief, you left your own damn phone that ain’t my fault, also who doesn’t have a password on their phones these days, are you crazy?!’ She typed out the text and hit send waiting for the flurry of messages.

‘Okay okay I’m sorry, pls don’t leave...also people who don’t have anything to hide don’t have passwords, bet yours is like 15 characters long.’ She frowned at his snark then looked around the bus, what was with this idiot boy.

‘Dude, i’m on a fucking bus, what do you mean don’t leave! and my password is actually 4 numbers don’t be rude.’ Hoseok was beyond done with this girl, he had seriously miscalculated her personality. He looked at his best friend as he continued shovelling food into his mouth.

‘Can I have my phone back now?’ He frowned at the boy across the table, no, no he fucking couldn’t.

‘Not until i get my phone back buddy, unless you want me to send your photos to every girl in-’ Tae’s eyes popped out his head, no way did he just threaten to leak his nudes...

‘No! no... its okay man keep it who needs a phone right!?’ Hoseok slumped back into his seat returning the text.

‘Don’t be a brat, when do you get off the bus.’ at this rate he wasn’t going to get his phone back anytime soon. She was a pretty girl but the attitude on her was infuriating.

‘EW stalker much! I’m not telling you where I live! For all I know you left your damn phone on purpose.’ She smirked and sent the text, okay she knew he just wanted his phone back but she was enjoying winding him up, he was entertaining. She rang the bell packing her stuff up, slotting the phone in her bag, she left the bus thanking the driver and headed up the road to her house. A little humble home. She lived in a white picket fence neighbourhood but somehow wished she didn’t. The families around her had little demon children that would kick the ball into her yard, who would ding dong ditch, who climbed the bins to jump off inevitably hurting themselves then crying to their mothers like it wasn’t their own damn fault. She also didn’t quite fit in here, everyone was either 90 or married with little gremlins. She was neither of these people at this present time.

She unlocked the front door running in and closing it quickly before some random mother could invite her to their kids bake sale or something, it was not something she needed after a day like hers. Throwing her bag down in the hallway she plonked herself down on the couch, scrolling through her phone and wasting time. She had a lot to do, she usually did, this just seemed far more appealing to her.

‘She’s not answering the texts anymore what am i meant to do now!’ Tae rolled his eyes, his best friend really was the idiot of all idiots. They had made it back to their hotel, Tae looked over to Hobi’s pillow seeing he hadn’t taken advantage of the little pillow chocolate, his loss. He swiped it up and plopped it into his mouth before his friend could protest.

‘Omg maybe she stole it, or left it on the bus too, or maybe shes been kidnapped and cant answer oh or maybe she-’

‘Shut up you dingus.’ Tae pouted at being interrupted, bidding farewell to his friend, and his phone as he set of back to his room leaving Hoseok to his own devices.

He paced back and forth deciding on what to do, he could text again but hes texted a lot so far, he went into the call log on Tae’s phone and pushed his number.

She heard buzzing. incessant buzzing that wouldn't damn well stop, she got up following the sound and rolled her eyes when she realised it was her bag. picking it up plucking out the phone she answered it.

‘Hello? What do you- hello? Hello?!’ He hung up. She was confused to say the least but she looked down at the phone anyways seeing all the messages, she snorted bringing it to the living room and scrolling through the chat.

‘Why did you call me to hang up as soon as i answered? How rude!’

‘I needed you to answer! I need my damn phone back, i have important things coming up, important business.’ She raised an eyebrow, hmm we will see, she clicked on his calendar to see exactly what he had going on, empty. Nothing. Nada.

‘Really? cos your calendar says you’re free for like ever, how sad’ Hoseok widened his eyes in disbelief and scoffed, was she really snooping through his phone right now? Another message came through and he smirked.

‘Can I answer your other messages? The little notification thing is annoying me and your friends seem about as persistent as your bitch ass.’ That could be interesting...

‘Sure why not, don’t answer family tho that’s weird. Also i really do need my phone back, we have this thing we are going to together... i can’t explain but i need my phone so Tae can have his back.’ She frowned at his vagueness.

Really all they were doing was flying back to their home town, it wasn't for another few weeks so he had time but she didn't need to know that.

‘Omg do you guys gather around and hold hands every week and tell each other your struggles? SO CUTE I LOVE BOYFRIENDS.’ She scrolled onto the other chats looking at the unread messages not wanting to invade his privacy too much.

‘Tae tells me you lost your phone on a bus, well done genius.’ She scoffed already typing out the perfect reply.

‘Who says he’s the idiot, you’re the one texting a lost phone looking for your friend Mr Min Yoongi.’

She moved onto the next one seeing it was from someone named Jungkook, she opened it up seeing a random picture of a chest and then some winking emojis underneath.

‘My my, are you flirting with me?’ She sent getting a reply almost instantly.

‘DUDE NO, you were telling me you were fitter than me yesterday, I wanted to prove you wrong... remember...’ She laughed, so he was fit under those layers.

‘Damn now you got me all disappointed.’

She exited that one and scrolled onto the next chat seeing its a group, oh how delightful she smiles in the most evil manner clicking the screen opening up the group.

‘Whats up my fellow men, how are we hanging?’ she sent the text seeing them all receive it, before all the typing bubbles pop up.

Jimin: ‘Hanging pretty well mate thanks for asking.’

Jungkook: ‘Honestly what is with you today? I'm pretty good...’

Tae: ‘I DIDN’T SAY YOU COULD ANSWER THE GROUP CHAT!’

Hobi: ‘Yeah? Well, you didn’t say I couldn’t so...’

Yoongi: ‘You idiots, Hobi left his phone on the bus and now some random has it.’ She was hurt by this, like not in a genuinely wow I feel pain but in a wow what a meanie kind of way, she opened up the camera and sent a pouting selfie into the chat captioned ‘How rude I’m deeply offended little boy.’ she sent it and closed the group chat going back onto the one with Hoseok.

‘So that’s your name? Hobi? Like Hobby?’ He rolled his eyes, and replied with a simple yes, going back to the group chat, he looked the selfie over again making sure it was the same girl he was sitting next to on the bus, no doubt about it, seems she really does just have an attitude on her.

‘I will meet up with you to give your precious mobile device back to you, but only if you can prove you’re not a murderer or something.’ Honestly this fucking girl.

‘And how the hell am i meant to do that? Search my phone if you want i don’t care i just need it back, we fly out soon and I can’t just leave it here.’ Ah she knew they weren’t from here! That makes his urgency a little more understandable. Its understandable anyways when she thinks about the longest she had ever been away from her phone, she shudders at the thought of it being the other way around.

She now had permission to go through his phone and boy was she going to take him up on that offer. Listen, she wasn’t nosy or snooping where she didn’t need to be, she just wanted to get a feel for the guy, find out who he is, what he likes, what he does, And of course whether he is fucking crazy or not.

She scrolled through his photos first, finding a few of what she assumed was him and his friends, they were cute, she wont lie. There was seven in total and they were all super attractive. She looked at them all picking out one of them zooming in, screen shotting and sending the photo to the group chat.

‘Who is this?’

Jungkook: ‘Oh my god’

Jin: ‘Are you fucking kidding me.

Yoongi: ‘That’s me you random what do you want.’

‘Wow, I was just going to say you are attractive af, but never mind i take it back.’

Namjoon: ‘Fucking shot down mate.’ she closed the group continuing her search for anything suspicious. She found a video of what seemed like Hobi and another boy, she recognised the other boy from the photos. He was tall and adorable, boxy smile and bright eyes, always seemed to be happy or drop dead gorgeous, there seemed to be no in between. Clicking play she listened to the video getting chills all the way up her arms and down her back.

‘Yo who the fuck is this i just wanna talk.’

Jimin: ‘Hey its tae, its me whats up?’

‘Look at that Yoongi, that’s how you politely answer a question.’

Yoongi: ‘I’m muting.’

‘Anyways, how is your voice so deep, and soothing, and beautiful, hello can we be wed.’

Jimin: ‘Sure tell me where and when’

Tae: ‘OKAY enough flirting, it’s making me want to vomit.’

Jimin: ‘spoil sport.’

‘ugh, fine, we still have a side chat, looks like Jimin wont be getting his phone back either...’

Jungkook: ‘ugh, disgusting.’

Tae: ‘Just, please don’t send nudes from my phone, or to my phone for that matter...’

switching between talking to Tae and looking through photos nothing really seemed to pop out at her as being shifty or suspicious. Mainly just photos of family and friends, scenery of places he had been to, it seems the group travelled a lot and she couldn't help but wonder what they all did. Were they in it together or just always travel together? She would ask later she decided shrugging it off. She scrolled more enjoying the photos he had, he seemed artistic and she enjoyed that a lot.

'So? Anything that screams psycho murder to you?' She smiled at the text.

'okay okay, I'll admit it, you don't seem like a crazy killer, however. You do travel a lot, where do you get the money for this? Do you guys deal drugs or something?' he laughed out loud in his hotel room. Drugs? That’s the first thing that comes to mind? What kind of area did this girl grow up in...

'No you idiot, we are all partners in a business, a highly successful one at that, why did your mind go straight to drugs, you Brits I swear.' Her mouth hung open at the stereotype, she was Scottish actually, not that it made it all that much better, worse actually, the stereotype was still annoying.

'wooooooow you really Don’t know a superior accent when you hear one huh!'

'okay first you didn't even say a word to me you moved your perfectly manicured hand and put your headphone back in. As for superior accent if it's not Australian I don't care.' she rolled her eyes this boy truly was a handful.

'meet me on Sunday, half 4 at the cafe down the road from the bus stop you got off at, not a minute later, then you will hear a real accent you uncultured swine.' He rolled his eyes, honestly any longer talking to this girl and he was going to have a permanent migraine.

Jin: 'Hobi did you get your phone back?'

'nope still me you boobs, sorry to disappoint'

Jimin: 'Tell us something about you anyway, shouldn't we get to know the girl our hobi is going to date?' Hobi smacked himself on the forehead, migraine suddenly building at a rapid pace. For the last couple of days he had been getting to know her, finding out about what she likes, what her family is like, where she's from and when she moved. He learned about her little quirks and what makes her, her. He was falling head over heels for the girl with his phone and he couldn't stop it any longer. He had confided in the boys when they last went out for dinner saying how much he enjoyed her. He knew he shouldn't have, he knew it was a bad idea, these idiots had the biggest mouths.

'DATE!?!?! Wow wow wow pretty boy slow your roll!' She shook her head no way. He couldn't want that. There was no way she was sassy, and annoying, brash and infuriating. He was bright and smart, funny and artsy he was the opposite to her, he couldn't like her it just wasn't feasible.

Jungkook: 'it's Taeeee, it's not a lie he loves you.' He could feel his heart beating and his mouth drying, he was going to kill them if it was the last thing he did.

'Agh stop telling me lies little boy, I'm far more interested in moody little Yoongi and we all know it.' she teased. She had been talking to them all a lot over the past few days, and truthfully although she did get along well with Yoongi, she wanted Hoseok, and there was no changing that.

Yoongi: 'Ew leave me you mutant, date the one that actually wants your lame ass.'

Tae: 'STOP OMG, I’m getting my phone back tomorrow leave the poor girl alone'

'Y/N. My name is Y/N.' Through the last few days no one had requested your name, not even Hoseok, You found it strange but the mystery was soon to be over, therefore a name should be given.

He waited at the bus stop the next day, checking Tae’s phone obsessively waiting for her to say she wasn't coming. He arrived earlier than told, but he was just excited to see her after this whole week, excited to finally see the girl he had gotten to know, most of all however he was thrilled to finally have his own phone back in his hands. The bus pulled up and she stepped out thanking the driver and walking towards the cafe seeing him standing back towards her, he had a t-shirt on, clearly finally used to the weather, she smiled to herself admiring the way he stands so effortlessly, yet somehow still looks lost and scared.

‘You lost love?’ She spoke gently tapping him on the shoulder.

‘Oh no, sorry i’m just- hey.’ He spoke gently, smiling fondly at the girl in front of him.

'What accent is that?' He questioned not quite able to place it. She smiled looking up at him, he was taller than she expected. When she was sitting it was obvious he was tall, she hadn't expected this tall. 'Scottish, its not heavy but its there.' It had faded slightly with all the years she had been living in England, she held on to what she could of it.

'oh here.' she handed his phone over with a small smirk on her face. He let out a sigh of relief and flicked his finger over the screen unlocking it, he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.

'you set your face to my home screen? Really? You couldn't have taken a more flattering photo?' She sucked in a breath of mock insult.

'I'll have you know both my chin and I look astounding in this photo, I also set it as my caller id because-'

'wait, you put your number in my phone?' She blushed instantly realising that she maybe went a step too far.

'oh uh yeah, I just thought that maybe you would want it, to um talk later, sorry you don't have to keep it, it's uh no big deal' She brushed off as if it wasn't a massive deal.

'no, I do want it, the boys love you, I love you. Oh as a friend of course I uh' He blushed and brushed his hand through his hair, she giggled at him being this flustered.

'Hobi, do you maybe want to go get a coffee? I know this really nice cafe just-'

'I would love that.' He interrupted she rolled her eyes smacking his arm.

'you really need to stop interrupting me little boy'

'hey I'm like 100% older than you little girl'

'yeah well I'm cuter'

'HA OKAY THAT'S WHERE I DRAW THE LINE'

They joined hands walking to the cafe together blissfully unaware of the future.

#bts one shot #BTS jimin #BTS jin #bts fluff #bts jungkook #bts v #bts suga #bts hosoek #bts taehyung #bts jhope #bts namjoon #bts #bangtan

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Just Friends - Chapter 54

Aaliyah.

The nagging ache in my back alerted me to the hunched over seating position that I had likely been in for hours. I took a deep breath, pausing to roll my neck in a circle and shrug my shoulders up and down. The dull pops that emitted between my bones satisfied me. I stretched in my chair, feeling a yawn overtake my body. With a deep exhale I rose to my feet, stretching more and more. Both the cotton shirt and pants I wore were billowy and comfortable. I hadn’t purposely worn it knowing I would be at work all night but the outfit decision definitely worked in my favor. More yawns and stretches took me around the little free space in my office nearest the windows and couch. I glanced out, knowing I could be seen by people on the street if they felt so inclined to look upward. This city truly never slept. Granted it was only a little after 9 pm, most people were just starting their evenings. While this was an area with lots of businesses in the vicinity, there were also restaurants and shops and other reasons for people to be out and about. I watched as they walked along the sidewalks and cars moved easily through the streets. I wasn’t the only one having a late night either, I mused as I continued to stare out of my window. Other scattered offices had lights on as well from what I could see. It was about to be the start of the third quarter soon, so I was sure that they were just like me, tying up the loose ends and reviewing the early half of the year. I sighed, looking back at my desk knowing that I was almost in the clear. Papers upon papers filled folders and binders and my mind churned as I covered all the bases, leaving me mentally exhausted. Just a little but more work and I would be good to go for the evening. Then, in a few days, I would take a trip to the spa. That was just what the body needed. Running around like crazy and being stuck at a desk for hours in between was no good for my muscles and I needed someone to work it out for me… A trained specialist of course. The offer I’d received to “get me back right” did sound especially promising though. Just as soon as I’d parked myself comfortably in my chair, a spreadsheet in my hand full of flight records, my phone rang unexpectedly. “Aaliyah speaking.” I answered mindlessly, still skimming various numbers. This sheet had to be right before I submitted it for expense review. “Aaliyah speaking.” The airy yet dark voice repeated my name, accenting differently than anyone would with English as a first language. The background behind the voice sounded busy, but my focus was captivated by the person on the other side of this call. “Why you calling my job?” I said with a smirk, allowing my hand to drop and the spreadsheet to sit in its original spot. “Why you still at work.” Larry paused, the noises behind him getting slightly louder before quieting down again. “And why you answer the phone sexy?” His tone was so distinct to me, and would always illicit a response that I couldn’t control. I shook my head, hiding my smile even though no one could see me. He was speaking in that tone purposefully. Larry’s voice floated over his words when he was calm, even more so when he was trying to be cute. I could almost hear the way he clamped the end of his sentence off with his teeth over his lips. It annoyed me and made me happy at the same time. “I’m still at work because I had some shit to tie up here at the office.” I wouldn’t acknowledge his second question. “Why you calling me at my job?” “Answer skype.” The line clicked and left me with a dial tone. Just as quickly, my MacBook began to ring, and I removed my headphones from my desk and plugged them in, clicking “Answer” while an old picture of Larry popped up on my screen. I could have spoken out in the open but I couldn’t be sure no one else was in the office to hear him.. and I couldn’t trust that he would be appropriate. “I call you at work because you not answer you phone.” Larry said, seemingly walking through a busy area. The placement of his microphone must have been perfect because while normally I would have struggled to hear him over a crowd, every word was pitched just as if he was speaking quietly and directly into my ear. Why he insisted on maintaining this volume of speech was beyond me. Memories of late night conversations alone in silence flooded my mind and I got pushed aside just as quickly as they surfaced. “Sorry, I left it today.” “You leave you phone?” “Yeah. I wasn’t thinking. Moving too fast earlier.” I didn’t tell him where it was and I wouldn’t. Hearing his tone change to disappointment whenever Jamal was even casually brought up wasn’t worth it. Knowing my phone had been with him all afternoon after I left it in his car over my lunch hour was probably not a story Larry needed nor wanted to hear. “I send you a picture of Lau and me food. We get paella at this place, is crazy good.” “Damn… that sounds amazing.” my mouth salivated at the thought of authentic paella. “I wish you try some.” Larry and I had made good on our promise to one another to maintain contact. We had gotten lost in the shuffle before and the months we spent apart coupled with the tension between us was a lot to come back from but somehow we’d both jumped back into a place where we could speak every couple days and it was always nice. I had spent so much time trying not to think about Larry that when he came back, my brain initially relished in the work it was no longer forced to maintain. Forcing myself to not think about him was harder than actually having him around. Much harder. Thoughts still remained and were necessary, however. Instead of trying to pretend he didn’t exist while still having to watch his career and plan events for him and his twin, I focused on what was next. There was still a pressing conversation to be had and I knew that we wouldn’t be able to continue on seriously with one another in any facet if we didn’t put it on the table. We both knew this. I couldn’t help but consider whether or not he had these thoughts like I did. They kept me up a couple nights after he left my apartment last time he was in town. I barely slept, running through event after event, replaying what went wrong, placing blame on him, then myself… on and on and on. A lot of it went back to me… running. I wasn’t blame free. Larry could be a fuckboy at his worst. He avoided commitment, was self serving, selfish, and needy. But I was no saint. My issues with confrontation and commitment were a big part of the deal. I hoped he saw things in himself like I did. We would see. “You look nice at work.” I smiled bashfully at his compliment. “Is cold there?” “You know New York spring weather.” I shrugged, my shoulders wrapped in the thick grey sweater I kept at my desk. “Its hot as hell one day and chilly the next. It was hella nice out earlier but chilled down after lunch. The warmth is coming though. Next week it should really take a turn.” “mm.” Larry nodded, smiling lightly. HIs eyes switched from me to looking at his surroundings. I could see the shoulders of the white and black letterman jacket that he wore. “It nice during the day but Spain get cooooollllld at night.” “Wait…” I looked at the clock. 9:45. “Larry its like… early in the morning there.” “You know the club not close here until like 6 am.” “Then why are you not at the club?” I asked offhandedly, as I skimmed through a late night email from a team I was loosely advising. “I am.” he paused. “I just wanna talk to you while I there.” It was then that I looked back at the screen he was on and noticed the sky turning behind him. There was a very very faint boom of music and he leaned against a brick wall. A smile played on my lips and he bit his in response. “You wanna talk to me? Instead of being at the club? That’s cute.” My tone was playful. It was really adorable but I couldn’t help teasing him. “Yeah.” he breathed out with a tiny laugh. “The music suck. You more fun. We maybe switch clubs tho, I tell Lau I’m ready to go.” My first line flashed and I muted Larry, giving him the signal that I needed to take the incoming call. “Hey I’m almost there. Sorry.” Jamal’s rushed voice came on the line when I picked up. “No, no its fine. I’m still tying up a few things so I might even keep you waiting a little bit.” “Aight. I’ll be there in like ten.” “You should be good to come on up if you want, just call me when you get here.” I had already informed security that I would be having a guest up to get me later on. It was nearing ten and the words were beginning to blur together in front of me. When I replaced the earbuds on my ear, Larry was talking in rapid French to someone. I couldn’t hear the other voice until Lau exclaimed “HI PEANUT!”. “You don’t want to let Lau talk to me?” “Nah.” Larry’s reply was flat and annoyed. This tickled me immensely. “He talk too much and you busy at work.” “You didn’t care that I was busy at work.” “I different.” “You are?” “I am.” His voice darkened. He raised his eyebrow playfully and gave me his full face on the screen. “You want me to tell you how?” The tilt of his head told me his intentions and my body warmed instantly. I rolled my eyes. “I think not.” Larry’s laughter boomed as I rolled my eyes dramatically. “We walking to new spot now.” “Have fun.” I replied with a smile. “I gonna text you later. How you get home?” “I have a ride, don’t worry.” “You better don’t take the train.” He chided. I rolled my eyes again, to which this time he kissed his teeth. “Not roll you eyes at me. I call an uber for you.” “Larry don’t. I’m good. I promise I’m not taking the train.” “You text me when you get home then.” “Promise.” “BYE LIYAH!” Laurent’s face filled the screen before Larry could move the camera away. “We miss you! Larry think he maybe miss you more than me but you my friend more I think so I miss you more.” Larry moved away from him quickly, shaking his head and swearing in French. “I talk to you later.” I waved to the camera, which made us both smile before the call ended. With that I leaned back in my chair, taking a deep breath and exhaling while trying to ignore the butterflies that churned in my stomach every time we ended a call. Things were good. Too good to be true. I knew this could all disappear if we played our cards wrong. Deep down, I didn’t want to risk it. There was a lot on the table and I wasn’t sure I was ready to face it.

A knock on my door took me from my thoughts. In a dress shirt with the top buttons undone, Preston leaned against my doorframe. “You sure you don’t need a ride home?” “No thanks Pres,” I smiled. “I have a ride. He’s on the way now. But thank you for checking in.” “No problem.” He sauntered in and sat on the arm of the couch in my office. “So… Might this ride be a certain… someone special?”

My eyebrow raised wondering who he was insinuating. “We play coy now?” A smile played on his lips. “A certain… tall… caramel brown gentleman with a twin brother. He dresses fairly well, if you’re into that look.”

I began sorting papers on my desk, ignoring his attempts to bait me. I knew they were only in good fun, Preston and I had developed quite the relationship. He wasn’t like a brother, but like a slightly older cousin. In fact, he reminded me of one of the junior guys that I had befriended as a freshman. There were a group of Alpha’s that had taken a couple of us girls under their wing, less like the creepy upperclassmen and more like wise big brothers. Preston may not have had the same fraternity affiliation but the vibe was familiar and likely one of the reasons why I gravitated toward him. He and I played well off of each other in and out of office settings.

Preston continued, not satisfied with my lack of a response. “He was clearly was jealous of me… which,” He paused, before standing near my mirror and inspecting himself. “is understandable.” I broke, laughing loudly at his cocky comparison. Preston was a joke. This gave him the opportunity to catch my eye. I was forced to respond in somewhere after a brief stare down.

“I don’t know who you could be speaking of.” I bit my lip and squinted my eyes in mock concentration.

“You don’t?” Preston said, shrugging me off before eyeing the photographs that sat in frames on my desk. “Well… aren’t these nic-oh! Well who is this?��

He turned the photo of the twins, Leslie and I toward me and tsk-ed at me while I held my face as stoic as I could. “Speak of the devil.”

“Oh those twins.” I replied to his accusations flippantly. “They’re in Spain.”

“He is?”

“Yes,” I put down the black plastic binder in my hand. “Yes they are.” “Mmm… well regardless I’m sure one of these two would love to be picking you up after a late night at work.” He lifted the photo closer to his eyes as I watched on. “Correct me if I’m wrong… but the grimace in my direction belonged tooo…. this one?”

Preston’s finger dialed right in on Larry, his twists up in a ponytail in the photo similarly to how they were the night at the party. On the contrary, Lau’s fro was much much smaller back then.

Preston watched me with a tiny smile as I did my best to conceal my own. I noted that he still wouldn’t let up, despite my attempts at pretending it wasn’t a thing. “Was it that obvious?” My face scrunched awkwardly. Preston simply laughed and nodded. “You’re much better at containing yourself, I will say that.” He gently put the picture back in its spot. “I would have had no clue had I not been watching his behavior.”

“You watched him?”

“Only because I very clearly made him squirm in front of his…” my chest pained slightly. “his… whatever she was. It was very clear he was there for you way more than for work, and I don’t know what she was there for but that’s none of my business.” “He and I just have… had… ” I sighed and rolled my eyes, failing to find appropriate words. “We connected, he and I did, and we’re very close. I’m close with both of them.”

I tried to explain it away in the most professional and concise way possible. As close as Preston and I were, this was a nightmare for me. I wasn’t good with my personal life being public consumption at work. Larry’s antics were bound to be noticed by someone who would have more than a little jokey commentary or a good nature to their words. “But you know that I take work seriously. I don’t fuck around. Professionalism is key for me, I’m not into those lines being crossed or scenes being made that involve me.” It annoyed me that Larry couldn’t keep anything under control. That had always been a problem I had with him and the way that he handled things. He never seemed to be able to keep his shit under wraps. Majority of his problems stemmed from other people not knowing boundaries and either they reacted publicly or he did. He was wild, and while I’d learned how to tame myself for professional settings, I hadn’t found that balance with them yet, with him specifically.

Lau could be very outspoken in interviews, extremely verbose and oversharing but he always knew where the line was. Larry either gave nothing, or everything.

I made a note that it was something we’d have to work with for their career. Less needed to be more.

“You’re right but… you shouldn’t be worried too much. I just know a connection when I see it.” he shrugged lightly. I sat back in my chair, taking in his words, still annoyed that we’d been busted. “I mean for real, I haven’t seen a client that blatantly jealous at a normal work interaction since… well… since Alvin.” “Wait… Alvin was a client?” I was genuinely shocked. “I never told you that?” I shook my head no. Preston smiled fondly as he recalled the past. “Yeah, yeah he was… I know I’ve told you about us before but we met when he was actually my client.”

“I thought y'all were just working on a project together.”

“Nope.” he shook his head, still slightly smiling. “He was new at his firm, I was freelancing and represented them. We’d worked together very early on during his time there and one thing lead to another…”

A pregnant pause in his words told me everything he had left unsaid. “I drove myself crazy trying to figure out if he and I were doing the right thing. You know I’m big on professionalism too, and having to answer to myself was almost harder than having to answer to a boss of some sort. I raked myself through the coals over it. The point is, there’s always a way to make it work if its worthwhile and if it’s right.” I sighed. There was so much I wanted to say but couldn’t… wouldn’t. I don’t know. Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe it wasn’t right… Or maybe it was and deep down I was afraid. “I’m not trying to put any pressure on you.” Preston rose to his feet. “Trust me. I get it. So I’m not judging it. Just play your cards right and have fun.”

The wink that tailed his statement almost made me laugh. He had no clue. The ease with which Preston discussed this was something I couldn’t yet do myself. Luckily he had gotten past it all and it worked in his favor. I was in the midst of the story. There was still much to work through.

I appreciated him pulling back in that moment because he really had no idea how much internal drama this was causing for me. “I just… it’s not that big of a deal. Really.” This wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t want to talk about it. Honestly, at current, there was nothing worth mentioning. I just needed to move past this until I could sort out the details. And move on we did. We briefly chatted about work, the upcoming anniversary party for Linda and her husband, and the light conversation continued casually until Jamal was lead into the office by security. Preston’s eyebrows raised suggestively at Jamal as he left out, and my eye roll and laugh dismissed anything he was even about to joke about. With a quick introduction, he was gone, leaving Jamal and I alone in the room while I closed out of the documents I was working in. “Take your time.” Jamal said, getting comfortable on the couch, kicking his feet up for emphasis. “Nah, I’m spent.” I said, organizing the remaining papers on my desk based on completion. “Just give me a minute.” “Oh, shit,” Jamal lifted up and reached into his pocket, fishing out my phone and sliding it onto my desk. “You been blowing up today, I was your lil secretary.” He laughed and I rolled my eyes at him, before lifting the phone to check the damage. No notifications were on the screen and I made a face at his exaggerations. He laughed before continuing to make himself comfortable. “Nah it wasn’t bad at all. I answered when Leslie called and talked to her for a little bit. She was bored. Almost answered when your mom called too but I decided to chill.” “My mom would have given you and I an earful. You saved us both.” He laughed lightly while his fingers moved across his own device at a rapid speed. I opened up the messages, the number on the icon informing me of plenty of missed messages. “Ya boy blew you up today though.” he said casually with a little laugh. “You might wanna hit him back and calm his nerves.”

Just as he said that, Larry’s name showed up at the top of my messages app, with a little blue dot indicating I’d missed something he’d said. The only thing I could see was a smiley face with the eyes closed and its little pink tongue out.

I didn’t open it, it made me feel awkward.

Jamal on the other hand was a picture of comfort. His face remained buried into his phone and a small smile played on his face as his fingers scrolled and typed. I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I didn’t particularly care to know but everything was so calm at the moment that I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

I just didn’t know if the lack of tension meant something and if anything, for myself, I needed to clear the air.

“Can I ask you something?” I said as casually as I could, slipping my phone into the pocket of my purse it usually remained in before sitting back in my desk chair, still warm from before.

“Shoot.” He said with a yawn.

“Is everything good… ” Though he barely acknowledged me speaking, and his fingers continued tapping the screen, I continued on. “With us.”

“What you mean?” With his lip between his teeth he finished up whatever he was doing and gave me his full attention. The look of his full beard was making its mark on his face, and with thick eyebrows to match, he looked much more sturdy than normal. I couldn’t even imagine him bare faced as he’d previously been. The long curls he sported during the peak of winter were lush, and with his skin much paler than normal, his plush pink lips and the dark coils on his head and face stood out. The look was cute and appropriate for winter time but with the weather slowly warming, Jamal had begun cutting his hair down to a fade, but the beard remained.

Honestly, he could probably dye his hair various shades of pastels like an easter egg and it would still suit him.

Jamal was fine. It was undeniable. Even though we had been much closer to the friends spectrum than to benefits, I couldn’t pretend that he was attractive as fuck. Part of me would likely always have those lusty feelings but I appreciated him not complicating things by pushing that.

“I mean… ” I considered skating over the topic. That would be useless. “I know that you know that Larry is back… around. The two of you didn’t get along so well before.”

I had to choose my words wisely. No things weren’t solid with he and I, but with Jamal being present when Larry had slept over and seeing the text messages come in, he had to have noticed that this wasn’t just a passing thing.

Or it was. I couldn’t be sure.

I just needed to make sure things were all okay.

“Yeah.” Jamal said, laying his head back and glancing at me with hooded eyes. He licked his lips and boldly kept his eyes on me waiting for me to continue as if my point was irrelevant.

“… well I just want to make sure you and I are good. Because in my book, nothing has changed between us.”

I leaned back trying to appear comfortable and willing my body to accept that sentiment. I crossed my legs, forcing myself to stop my nervous habits I’d worked to end.

“Oh we good. Yeah.” Jamal said with a shrug. “We real good.”

There was a tone to his voice that made me feel… something. I couldn’t pinpoint it.

“I get it, you know. You gotta do what you gotta do.” He kicked his feet from the couch to the floor and sat up, facing me directly. “You know… when you and I fell out, I knew we would eventually get to a place where we could talk again and be cool.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah. I did.” He shrugged, his confidence told no lies. “Not because I was gonna like, r&b, smooth talk you back or no shit like that but because I just… knew.”

I leaned back in my seat just as he rose up a little bit from where he was. With one hand he grabbed my chair and slid me closer to him, so that I now sat arms length away from where he was.

With the height difference, we were close to eye level.

My pulse quickened slightly. I swallowed back, damned this chair and its ability to be moved with ease.

“I know that there was something special there with me and with you, and that even if we were done with the romance we weren’t done with each other.” His voice was soft, yet strong. There was intention behind the things he said and yet, an ease that he said them with. I hadn’t given him any reason to prepare a speech, so I knew these things were off the cuff. “We had too many people in common and we had shared too much together. We’ve known each other for a long ass time to let some silly ego shit get between us. We’re connected. I know you rock with me, and I fuck with you, on some real shit.”

I nodded. Satisfied with his answer.

“I care about you, Jammy.” He kissed his teeth at the nickname. “That’s why I asked you how you felt. I mean… I was going to do what I wanted-”

“Don’t I know it.” He quickly interrupted.

“Shut up nigga.” I rolled my eyes, making him laugh out. “I was going to do what I wanted BUT I did want to make sure we were good. I don’t want us to not have an open line of communication.”

“I mean, I gathered something was up with y'all when he was at your house looking like he wanted to fight me, shit.” We both snickered. “But I appreciate you respecting us enough to say something.”

I sighed and nodded, only to see him looking at me and leaning back. My foot touched the denim on his jeans and I rocked in my chair a little bit, only pausing because I felt silly being stared at.

“What?”

“Since the communication lines are open or whatever, Ima just say this.” His long arm reached out and grabbed my leg closest to him.

“When we linked back up I didn’t know what to expect but I played it by ear and now here we are. I’m good, and you’re good. I get that.” He paused, his thumb caressing the fabric covering my lower body. “And I know you and ole boy got a lot to talk about I’m sure… some of that might be getting yall back into some romance shit.”

“I don’t know wha-” I started to explain to him that it wasn’t all that before he stopped me.

“It’s cool. I’m good. You need to do you and I’ve been doing me. We’re good.” I nodded in agreement.

“But on some real shit… ” his voice was still the same, but as if someone had dimmed the lights in his tone. “If that nigga fucks up, all bets are off.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ima let him have his chance.” The calmness he spoke with gave me that feeling again. I couldn’t place it but I knew it wasn’t just simple. “But if that nigga loses you, I’m coming after you.”

We both paused. His hand left my leg and placed itself behind his head. He said it so matter of factly that I had nothing to say in reply.

“I’m at you until you’re mine, and I don’t ever plan on losing you again.”

–

HE SAID WHAT!?“ Leslie screamed making me throw my head back and sigh. I swear when she wanted to be she could be so dramatic. Normally, she was fairly contained. She could be rough around the edges, but there was also an elegant air about her that I always admired. But when she had an outburst, it was as intense as it was ridiculous.

To be fair, this was kind of worth the antics and had the roles been reversed, I would have reacted similarly. Jamal had really gone there and his actions following the statement let me know he was serious.

As casually as he had said that, he moved on with the evening and acted completely normal for the rest of it. I found myself stuck on stupid, while he simply rested his head backward and continued casual conversation about his brother coming to visit for a couple days and some shit that had gone down at the club.

I couldn’t muster up much more than a few nods and minor commentary. His response to me? "I don’t know why you’re surprised. You know we have something that’s worth exploring again. Stop overthinking it.”

He said this with a shrug as we rode to my apartment with the food we’d picked up on the way.

This wasn’t a joke to him. There was no need for him to change the way he had been acting because this was a normal thing to him. He didn’t care that he had dropped a bomb on me.

Well, it wasn’t necessarily a bomb. If I was honest, I knew we were both attracted to one another, had chemistry, and had delved into this before. I just wasn’t expecting him to be so forward with his intentions.

I knew Jamal was seeing other girls, I’d seen them out and about or in pictures and it never really bothered me. We didn’t discuss them too much, and I’d always taken precedence over them, but I assumed that was just because he was a good friend and none of these girls had made their mark enough to push us aside.

There was a small piece of me that had also assumed that he had lost his feelings for me and moved on. This flirty friendship we had was normal, even before we’d tried to take things to the next level, so nothing was out of the ordinary. But neither of us had pushed anything back to where we were before our falling out, save for one night we drunkenly kissed at a party. The next morning, we both woke up at my house and acted as if nothing had happened and for that I was thankful. This gave gas to my now incorrect theory that his feelings were no longer there.

Had I thought about the past with us? Of course. It was impossible not to. I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to him either. Jamal would always be himself and I would likely always find myself attracted to that. But I had no plans on pushing things back to where we were.

Except now, I didn’t know what to think. As the night went on, and I had time to process my thoughts on the matter, I realized this wasn’t as shocking as I initially thought.

But there was also the idea of working things out with Larry, and the What If’s on either end of both of these situations.

The only way I was able to sleep that night was because I’d smoked a joint and had a glass of wine to calm my nerves. That and a lavender candle gave me the reprieve from my thoughts that I needed.

“Damn Ali, teach me somethin’.” Leslie said, still laughing to herself, a smile playing on her lips as she shook her head. “What’s the first rule in hoe-maintenance?.”

“Oh please, I know you aren’t talkin.” I noted. Leslie had never been a one man kind of girl. She played the field and played it well. She was extremely loveable and captivating and always had been. I was pretty charming myself but she took the cake. To top it all off her nonchalance made the men want more. She was that girl. I always wished I could have half of the finesse she did. “They never want to act right until I leave their asses alone, shit. You don’t need my methods.”

“I mean, I’ve had some times.” She turned her head with a dramatic sigh, as if to be recalling the past. “But I mean, playboy Mal just, ever so casually claimed you. Claimed you. as HIS.”

“Oh so what, you’re team Jamal now?”

“You know I’m never team these hoes.” We both laughed at this statement because as ridiculous as it sounded, she was telling the truth. “But damn he really put his foot out there… and then acted as if it was nothing!”

“Les… literally nothing changed.” on his end… It took me a minute to recover. After he said that I was silent. He laughed at my speechlessness, knowing it was fairly unlike me to have absolutely nothing to say. Then he got up, grabbed my work bag, and I trailed him out of the building and into his car. We grabbed food, he dropped me off at home, then he went to work.

He texted me when he got home, as normal.

We made plans for brunch next week, per usual.

He came by when he was in the neighborhood.

Everything went right back to normal. I just… kept on, focusing on work and myself. Sorting out my feelings was part of the normalcy, I just now had added consideration for Jamal that I hadn’t really worried about initially.

Then there was the question of Larry. Did he even want a chance? My feelings were still there, as much as I tried to hide them or run from them, but again, there was so much baggage with us, so many words left unsaid and poor decisions made that I didn’t even know what was worth dealing with or not.

As usual, Jamal was easy. I didn’t have to give him answers. We’d dealt with our shit. We’d moved on.

Larry was the ever difficult one.

“I just… I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what he’s thinking, I barely know what I’m thinking… It’s too much.”

“Do you want to be with him?”

“Who?”

“Jamal.”

“I don’t know.” I said calmly with a shrug. “I mean he’s great, he’s attractive, cool. There’s potential there.”

“What about Larry?” Leslie asked. My heart raced.

“Huh?” I said for lack of words.

“What about Larry?” She repeated, with no tone or inflection. It was such a simple question and yet all I could focus on was the small flow of feelings that bubbled in my belly at the mention of him.

“I don’t know.” I said again, just as before, but this time my fingers tingled with a want to fidget and I bit my lip with words unsaid. “I guess I have some things to figure out.”

“You do.” Leslie said. “It’ll be hard. But… the balls are all in your court, so that’s a plus.”

The doorbell rang in the background and I rose to my feet.

“I got it.” Leslie replied quickly, still in her wheelchair. “It’s probably the food.”

“Girl, move.”

“Nah, I’m close to the door. Let me.” Leslie said determined. “Why don’t you grab the plates and stuff and bring them to the living room so we can watch drag race.”

“Alright.” I replied, letting her go ahead while I toyed with my phone and slowly walked toward the kitchen. A couple notifications from social media popped up, along with a funny tweet sent to my texts from Jamal. What took all of my attention away was a picture from my sister of my niece, cradling an avocado in her tiny hands. The sparkly pink manicure made me coo. I paused, grabbing the plates and cutlery, as well as two bottles of water.

“You want something other than water?” I called out to Leslie as I walked in the living room, my free hand responding to a my sister requesting a video and promising her that I would be calling them in a couple days.

“Water good with me.” My eyes rose quickly as Laurent voice unexpectedly filled my ears. He stood in front of me in a pair of grey sweats as he unpacked the various bags and the scent of hot thai food filled my nostrils.

Quickly I placed the stuff down on the table and reached in to give him the biggest hug.

“Lauuuuuuu what are you doing here?!” He laughed in response, gripping me hard and lifting me slightly off the ground. “Put me down before you hurt yourself!”

I smacked at his back which made him wince and laugh simultaneously. Leslie giggled too, which prompted me to turn to her. “You hit too hard!”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was here?!” I ignored Lau’s complaints as I eyed Leslie, who had wheeled herself near us.

“It was a surprise.” Larry answered for her. I spun quickly, not having the chance to react to not noticing his presence initially. “I make her don’t tell you that I’m coming.”

My cheeks warmed at the way he looked at me. Leaned against the doorway, dressed simply in a white v neck and black jeans, with Jordan Breds on, his outfit was so normal and yet looked so so good.

“I don’t get a hug?” Larry mused. “You hug Lau.”

“Yeah because she love me.” Lau said over the crinkle of the paper bag within the plastic ones that held dinner, including my long awaited pad thai.

“You don’t love me too?” Larry’s eyes bore into mine in a way that made things a bit too tense.

I walked over with a grin and wrapped my arms around Larry’s torso, inhaling the soft, cool scent of his fragrance and the essence of his energy. I wondered if he could feel my heart racing.

I could feel his.

His fingers dug into my shoulders and a gentle kiss was laid atop my head.

“I love you both the same, you know that!” I pinched his cheeks when we let each other go, to which he kissed his teeth.

Laurent laughed. “Is okay Liyah, I know you love me more then him.”

“You lie so bad.” Larry whispered over my shoulder.

“Where’s my ginger soup?” I asked outloud, searching the bags which were significantly more food than we would have ordered between the two of us.

“You not having that tonight.” Larry answered before anyone else could. Leslie had a smirk on her face as she glanced at me while her and Lau worked to make her comfortable to eat and chill.

“What you mean, that’s my favorite, we always order-”

“They eating thai together, Lau and Leslie.” Larry said calmly. I was confused and slightly annoyed because I had been looking forward to that simple ass soup and some pad thai all damn day. “You not eating that. You coming with me.”

“Huh?”

“We going to dinner together.” He said simply. My mind began to run instantly. I wanted to look for a way out, but I also wanted to spend some time with him alone. It would be nice but … damnit I just wasn’t ready to sit and talk.

“Is that how you ask my girl out on a date, nigga?” Leslie’s voice picked up, making me laugh through my nerves. “Like you blow me up trying to coordinate coming here secretly and you don’t have the sense to ask her on a date properly?”

Lau’s laughter carried over his stuffed mouth, he had already dug into his curry and rice blend. Greedy ass.

I was jealous.

“Leslie come on man.” Larry whined at her blowing his cool.

“Nah nigga.” It was nice to see them banter back and forth instead of her shooting daggers with angry side-eyes or them both saddened due to her injury. Things felt normal.

This dinner could potentially fuck all of that up.

I sighed. Things were so good right now. So easy, for once. I knew it could be ruined with anything. I wasn’t ready.

I didn’t know when I’d be ready, but I know I just wasn’t ready yet.

Ugh, this was exactly the problem in the first place. We both ran and ran from the bullshit between us.

“Aaliyah.” Larry’s voice took me out before I could delve too deep into my destructive thoughts. “Will you go to dinner with me? I have somewhere I wanna take you.”

“Sure.” I said softly, before I could convince myself otherwise. Maybe the heavens would bless me and we could just chill tonight. One couid only hope.

“Awwwwwww!” Laurent yelled. Larry and I both cut eyes at him and told him to shut up simultaneously. Mine was a bit gentler, while Larry’s was followed with a quick French that made Lau laugh loudly at his teasing. Leslie used her free arm to put her hand over Lau’s mouth to silence a reply, and he licked her, making her reel back. They began to fuss at each other gently, Lau still conscious of her various injuries.

“Cool,” Larry spoke up. “You ready so we can go?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

I looked down at my simple outfit. “I want to change.”

“Nah.” Larry muttered, eyeing me up and down in the simple black jumpsuit I currently wore. The pants billowed out below the ankles and the top was fitted. It could be dressed up, but I tossed it on casually to go into work this morning and never went back home to take it off. The little sandals I wore here were cute, and I’d worn them simply because I had just gotten a pedicure and with the weather finally warming this weekend I felt it appropriate to show the white toes off. I couldn’t wait for summer. We were barely into spring and yet the tiniest peek of warm weather had me excited.

“You look good. You don’t need to.”

“Where are we going? I should put on some makeup or something…” I’d gone mostly makeup free, a little mascara and a nude lipgloss was all that I wanted to do today and I hadn’t deviated from that.

“Aaliyah. You good. You look perfect.” My cheeks warmed, providing a blush that I lacked. “Come on. We gonna be late.”

–

Larry.

The car ride was pretty peaceful as we made our way into Manhattan. Traffic was its usual annoying way, but where normally I would have considered Uber-ing or even taking the train, I opted to take this time to catch up, be alone.

Just be.

We talked about the lightest things, how work had been. Leslie’s health updates. Her parents and their prep for a summer anniversary trip to Spain. I told her about Mama’s new living room set Lau and I had bought for her, and how I planned on hiring her a driver. We mused about our parents meeting somewhere in Europe.

There would be moments of silence, where Sango’s album filled the speakers and that was fine, but if I could tell she was getting nervous, I stepped in to ease her with more topics that were comfortable.

That was the point of tonight.

I just wanted things to be normal. Eventually, I explained just that to her.

“What’s normal for you?” She asked. There wasn’t a drop of sarcasm or a splash of slickness. She genuinely wanted to know. Her body angled toward me in the plush black leather seat, her skin the only thing really standing out.

“Normal is us just be together. We talk like old times. We have fun. We laugh.” I shrugged, turning her way briefly. The GPS led me for the most part, which made this a little easier of a trip. “Is so weird, we not be like that in forever, I forget what is like for just be around you.”

She smiled, only giving me her profile now. I could only glance in her direction anyway. My focus needed to be on the road. Had we not been cutting it close on timing, I would have pulled over just to really analyze her movements and body language.

“You think maybe we can be normal?” I asked, just as the song changed, leaving a silence in the air that lingered until the next track began.

“I don’t know.” Aaliyah said quietly. I exhaled the breath I hadn’t known I was holding. “But I can try.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“Have to try?” She asked. I nodded. “I know… but it feels like I do.”

There was a question on the tip of my tongue. Why? one simple word that I wouldn’t utter. It could change the course of the evening and I didn’t want that.

“Don’t try. You no have to try.”

She took a deep breath, her mouth opening with words unsaid before she settled on silence. I peeked over at her, as she faced forward completely. I wondered if I’d said too much, gone too far.

Maybe we’d gone too far for normalcy to be a thing.

Out of my peripheral, I saw her shift in her seat again, only slightly. I glanced, catching her eyes on me with a slight smile. “I wont.”

From then on things felt different. Really different… but in the best way.

We both realized that we had been thinking about things way too hard tongiht. If the agenda was to be normal and feel like the old times, we would have to go about this as simply as possible. Yes there was a massive hurdle to cross in order to coninue on with anything between us other than a professional relationship, but tonight wasn’t for that.

Tonight was for the past. For fun, for drinking and eating and talking.

Tonight was easy.

The calm before a potential storm of feelings. I needed tonight so that I could figure out if this was even worth it. We both did.

When we pulled up to the restaurant, valet met us near the entrance. I gladly paid the cost, having zero intention on waiting out the search for a parking spot. Aaliyah glanced around, her glossy lips shining as they caught bits of the fairly dim lighting.

“This place is nice.” She noted. “I maybe could have changed.”

“I told you you look good.” I reminded her. “I don’t lie.”

We were seated quickly, the benefits of my reservation I assumed. The small table was a great size for two, and there we sat, gazing through the special chef’s menu for the evening. This restaurant was a hot spot in the city, what with its ever changing menu and guest chefs being brought in once every month to curate a new agenda. It was a launching pad for some, and a way to promote for others. Even though it was fairly new, I could already tell it would make a nice drop in the market of other restaurants.

This chef’s menu was all French cuisine, with aspects of African and Caribbean culture in certain dishes, giving them a creole flare. There was a bouillabaisse with crab meat, a coq au vin made with rum for a different flavor profile, and and even accras, fritters from Guadeloupe, with a wine reduction au jus to dip them in. The menu made my mouth water. I hadn’t been to Guadeloupe in years, and my mom hadn’t cooked any staples in a while. Every dish sounded amazing and I knew whatever I ordered would hit the spot.

“This menu looks right up your alley.” Aaliyah’s voice carried over her own menu, her eyes big and bright at the options. We both could throw down on some food, and with me ruining her Thai plans I’m sure this was an eventful decision. “Everything looks amazing, I don’t even know what to get.”

“Shit. Me either.” We both laughed at our indecisiveness.

“I was going to make you pick for me.”

I raised my eyebrows, shocked that she would leave that decision in my hands. “I think you maybe like Chicken Basquaise. It say it’s with peppers and curry so it’s spicy.”

“I was considering that.” She paused, eyeing the menu even more. “Either that or the Ratatouille Gumbo. There was something about the mix of peppers and veggies and sausages that made me excited.

I relayed both of our orders to the waiter, adding fritters and a rum punch for each of us. I knew the drink well, having it well before I was of legal age and always feeling the nostalgia of walking through the streets of Guadeloupe with my brothers, the breeze kissing my skin.

"Damn this is bomb.” Aaliyah said after her first sip.

“I know. Is a thing in Guadeloupe.” I explained to her. “These fritters too, they fresher there but still the flavor the same.” The chef nailed these.

I’d be sure to send my compliments.

Over the rest of the meal, we laughed, continuing to talk about everything under the sun that came up. She told me about work, the new job requirements, her sister, her parents, and how much she missed driving herself around. I talked about the tour, how strenuous things were, how silly Beyonce was, the cool stops we’d made, and the fans. Conversation flowed naturally and comfortably.

We picked from each other’s plates, engorged ourselves in various dishes, and now split a desert platter with a spiced creme brûlée that was fucking insane. The leftovers would be plentiful and likely I’d send them home with her.

The bill had yet to come to our table, and wouldn’t, as I’d prearranged to have dinner squared away before she could even offer.

We needed this.

For some reason I felt that the best way to get us to a place would be complete comfort. Aaliyah and I spent so much time stuck together and running from the inevitable. It was useless. But for one night I just wanted to see. I knew somewhere deep down, there was something worth fighting for, even if she didn’t believe it.

I was right.

Every time I made comments she brushed them off. Every little joke went past her with intention, and she shied away from seriousness like it was her most qualified job. But she knew just like I did.

When things were good, they were so good that they could outweigh the bad.

She and I were supposed to be something.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” A black woman with a bald head stood up and greeted the full back area of the restaurant. “I’d like to thank you all for coming tonight, and because it is opening, I’d like for you all to meet the head chef who curated everything that was in front of you this evening. She worked long and hard crafting the perfect meal and dedicated a good amount of time to its quality.”

Everyone clapped, as she emerged from the back with a wide grin, her hands clasped. Even though we weren’t so close to the back, I could see her brown cheeks beginning to redden. Wispy hair hung from her bun, her bangs hung long and swept past her eyes, and I laughed to myself at how adorable she looked.

“Siobhan Michaud, everyone!” Aaliyah craned her neck and all of a sudden it clicked for her. Her eyes widened and her smile grew as she looked at me amidst her realization.

“Wait seriously? Why didn’t you tell me!”

I winked in response, and Aaliyah shook her head, still maintaining excitement at meeting one of my good friends from home.

Eventually Siobhan made her way to our table, to which I met her with the biggest hug I could. I really was proud of all of her accomplishments. She applied for this gig a while ago, asking me tips on living in New York and my opinion on what kind of food would go over well in Brooklyn. I just knew she’d get it, and she did. She’d been hand selected almost immediately. I’d been nothing but encouraging because Siobhan was a beast in the kitchen and I knew no matter what she brought to the states, she’d kill.

And that she did. All through out the night I kept my ears open toward the commentary from Aaliyah on the meal, as well as the others in tables nearby us. No one had even the slightest negative remark. I was also thankful for that, as I would have likely lost my cool and given away my familiarity with the chef had they been not so appreciative.

I introduced Aaliyah and Sisi, and their natural inclination was to hug and compliment one another as if they’d know each other forever. It made me happy to see, two women I held in high regard in the same place, vibing positively. Aaliyah couldn’t stop complimenting the meal and her talent, and Siobhan had heard so much of the work Aaliyah had put in for us and had to sing her praises in response.

“Listen, I have a connect with a food critic, I could have her stop by one night while you’re here!” Aaliyah began placing pegs.

“That would be amazing, Wow, I’m honored.”

“Oh please, you’re wonderful! I thought you specialized in Italian food, you clearly are extremely multifaceted. Those fritters? Bury me with a bag.”

“I’ll send some home with you.” Siobhan replied.

“You send some with me?” I asked, clutching my chest in mock hurt. Disgusted faces from both of them made me laugh audibly. “Hey, no fair you team up on me.”

“Boy.” “Tais toi.” They even brushed me off in unison.

“So what made you choose to do this style instead of sticking with how your restaurant is in Paris?”

“I started with Italian cuisine, it was the food I worked in when I was young… but branching out into a different style was always a dream of mine.” Her deep and guttural English was significantly better than mine, the accent lacing her words minimal. Living in London probably helped her with that. “If I was going to start anywhere, it would be with food from home. Creole styles, certain staples found in food from Guadeloupe? It just made sense.”

“Say no more.” Aaliyah snatched her phone from her bag and began sending a text, her fingers moving a mile a minute. “I’m messaging Cecily now, she’d love to hear all about your journey and is always looking to support women in food too.”

They both laughed and smiled as conversation continued, causing me to do the same. I chimed in occasionally, but there was something special about the natural connection between them. The time was passing and everything just felt… amazing.

“Excuse me…” a man walked over to our table with who I would assume was his son. “I don’t mean to be rude and please excuse me if this is out of line, but I’d like to take a picture with you both. My name is Chris and my son CJ here is a huge fan of you and your twin. I was so impressed by dinner and I -”

“Man it’s no problem with me as long as she cool.” I motioned to Siobhan.

“Of course.”

“I’ll take the picture for you all, how about that?” Aaliyah offered with a polite smile, before saying hello to both the man and his son.

After that, the three of us talked for a while until it had gotten late enough for Sisi to head back to the kitchen for clean up and prep for the next day.

The perfect ending to a perfect night.

“Larry I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me she was in town!” Aaliyah said as she looked over at me from the passenger seat. Traffic wasn’t crazy heading home and for this I was thankful. All I wanted to do right now was get some rest. My eyes felt lower, making me thankful for Aaliyah being here as a distraction. “Did your brother know?”

“Yeah, he going another night I think.” I recalled with a shrug.

“You should have brought him tonight.”

“No way.” I shook my head and yawned uncontrollably. “Tonight for us. It for you and me. It was perfect without him.

Aaliyah tried and failed at holding back her smile. "It was, wasn’t it.”

I raised my eyebrows at her, looking shocked at her response. When she questioned it I had to be forthcoming. “I wasn’t expecting you to be that honest about how you felt.”

“Neither was I.”

There was silence on both ends. Caribbean music filled the speakers as we rode peacefully. Jetlag and a full meal really had me exhausted. That third rum punch probably wasn’t the best idea. It didn’t matter though. The point was, I felt good.

I glanced over at Aaliyah, who simply leaned against the window, and I removed my hand from the shift and placed it gently on her knee. My heart beat faster when I felt the delicate touch of her fingertips, lining my rings and my veins. Her nails gently scraped in certain spaces, causing me to instinctively grip her knee.

A red light allowed me to look at her face on.

Just as I expected, the bright break lights of the people in front of us shined on her face, her brown eyes looking at me, her hands on mine. I swallowed, causing her to sigh and her bottom lip fell ever so slightly.

“So.” She exhaled deeply. “What’s next?”

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Love me tender - Part Three (Shalaska/Pearlet), by Lavish

A/N: Look at me submitting a chapter less than a month after the one prior! Here in Brazil it’s still October 1st, which means Halloween season is officially open. It seemed only right to submit Shalaska today. In this we have a glimpse of domestic life with Violet and Matt, beers with Sharon, Alaska letting her guard down, and something unexpected at the end. As always, thank you to those who have been following this fic, who have left feedback here and on my ask box, I love you tons. Xo, Lavish.

“Vi, come on! It’s about to start!”

Matt’s strong voice echoed throughout the small apartment, making Violet roll her eyes, slightly annoyed, but also smile nevertheless. She had no idea when it became a thing to watch old seasons of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo with Matt, but it was now a sacred ritual for their Saturdays. Violet hurried to pour the contents of two bags of Doritos into a bowl before the opening song ended.

She handed the snacks to her boyfriend before plopping down on the air mattress they used as a couch (and bed, and often times a very convenient eating surface).

“I can’t believe you hit play before I was done picking food to feed your ass and your baby. I hope you are aware this is treason, and for that, you will be punished.”

Violet liked to complain. Simple as that – when she made snarky comments, she would usually be treated better after. It always happened, and that, as well as her true faith in aliens, were universal truths to the young teen.

“Fucking yes I did! And may I remind you it took ages, AGES, for you to simply figure out that you wanted Doritos after I browsed Uber Eats for like 20 minutes? No wonder you have HUGE swollen feet, that’s probably where all your ego went!”

Her boyfriend was the clear exception to the rule. Violet burst into laughter, holding her ever-growing belly, but attempting to swat her hand on his arm for the nerve he had. She pulled Matt’s face and planted a kiss on his nose, feeling his toothy grin graze over her own lips, making his stubble tickle her palm.

“Did you listen, Melon? That’s how your dad talks to your mom. Hopefully you’ll be less of a monster, kid.” Violet stared at her belly, as if she were waiting for an answer, and sighing in frustration when she wasn’t rewarded with any.

Since her third month, after most of her morning sickness had passed and Violet had made peace with the idea that she would get as big (or maybe even bigger, god forbid) as the entire European continent, she had grown very fond of talking to her belly. She’d read somewhere that it was healthy and soothing for the baby to hear their parent’s voice, so she opted not to risk the sanity of the baby and to address it whenever possible. Everyone did it: Violet, Sharon, even Violet’s mom and the lady who drove the bus she usually took to the hospital (Sheila was her name and Violet thought she was lovely, despite her daring habit of consuming approximately 4 donuts during the 10-minute journey). Again, Matt was the only exception. He never talked to Mellon, which was, evidently, a great disappointment. Violet figured it may be painful for him, but she still desperately wanted him to.

She would never admit it out loud, but sometimes Violet fantasized about having a family with Matt. Having a house with three bedrooms, an ugly minivan, buying her baby clothes and toys, all sorts of mommy duty. She had even made a pact with herself: if she were ever to keep the baby, she would even keep a homelife blog, sharing the experiences of Melon the First. She craved it deeply, Violet was confident that she would be a good mom. Not the best, not a great mom, but an okay mom. And that was precisely the issue: her kid deserved much more than just okay. Her baby wouldn’t sleep on an air mattress. Violet wouldn’t drive a minivan because they were the epitome of ugly and tackiness, and extremely slow for her liking. She looked at Matt, her beloved Matt, wondering how he’d be like as a dad. She was so entertained it took Violet a second to realize he was expecting an answer to a question she hadn’t heard.

“Sorry, I totally spaced out. What did you say, babe?”

“I said I can make you some guac if you’d like, to go with that.” He pointed to the orange snack. “Hopefully it will save me from torture due to the treason of the crown.”

Again, he made her laugh out loud until her entire body was shaking. “No babe, it’s fine. You are forgiven. Let’s just see if Anna will marry that Michael guy.”

“You already know she did, tho.”

“Way to spoil the episode, you dork!” Violet faked rage, and tossed herself baby-bump-first over the giggling body of her boyfriend. In no time, they were having a tickling battle, both too invested in each other to notice the drama happening on-screen.

And maybe it was the comfort of the air mattress hugging their tangled figures due to the weight, or maybe the way Matt’s curtains hardly filtered any of the sunlight streaming through the window, but suddenly Matthew’s apartment felt to Violet like a home for their little family. ********** The warm breeze of August swept Alaska’s golden locks over her shoulder, and the edges tingled her sensitive skin. She stared at the empty seat in front of her, as though if she fixated on it long enough, Sharon would materialize. Alaska was fairly early, but she still checked her phone every two minutes to know if 15:00 would arrive any sooner. The last time she looked, her stubborn clock showed a disappointing 14:23.

Lunch with Cory was nice and familiar. Alaska missed him constantly, and despite living in the same city, LA was huge. The chances they would run into each other only decreased day by day, and still their connection was as undeniable as ever. Cory was 3 years younger and about 20 times more reckless than Alaska, but they always got along well – at least, after the karate patches incidents was forgotten. He balanced her seriousness and she lent him the responsibility he often lacked, which provided tons of laughter, some rumors about Cory possibly using heroin, and all of Alaska’s drunk dialing episodes on her first years of dating. Together, they could (respectably) paint the town.

A glimpse of what looked like jet-black hair appeared on Alaska’s line of vision through the window, and her head shot up, trying to find out if it were Sharon. A lean, tall brunette was closing the door of a red pickup truck, double checking the doors before turning around. The distinctive cleft chin and her piercing blue eyes made it undeniably clear it was none other than Sharon, waving discreetly at Alaska before making a beeline to Alaska’s table.

As she approached, the blonde checked her phone once again. 14:27.

“Well, you’re early!” Alaska broke the silence as the other woman arrived at her table, a smile easily spreading across her face. She double checked her outfit, making sure her rosy blouse was in place, and adjusted the bow on the neckline. The white skirt she wore was hidden under the table, but Alaska still straightened it reassuringly.

“Yeah, I was actually hoping to arrive early and calm my nerves before you got here, not gonna lie, but I’m not disappointed at all. You look drop dead gorgeous.”

Alaska watched in awe and chuckled lightly at the emphasis she gave on “dead”. She studied Sharon, contemplating her ensemble. From the styled (yet effortless looking) curls to her dark eyeshadow and the low-neck black dress, it made sense. It only seemed right that Sharon was that sort of grown-up punk kid.

It was an odd pair to look at, undoubtedly. But they made sense, in a way. The way Alaska’s dimples deepened when she smiled looked nice next to Sharon’s gapped front teeth, both giving a little humanity to the otherwise impossibly beautiful duo. Alaska’s breath was taken away. From the husky tone of Sharon’s voice to her milky skin and long fingers, she was amazing.

“Why, thank you! Same to you. Should we order something, or…?” Alaska trailed off, watching as the brunette’s eyes got lost on her face, studying her body language. She couldn’t help but smile, she felt good. It wasn’t invasive staring, it felt personal, intimate even. Alaska wished she would know what was going through Sharon’s mind in that moment.

If she could, she’d find out Sharon was admiring the way the afternoon sun bathed the pale skin of her chest, making the pink shirt draped over the other woman gave her an ethereal look. She’d find Sharon was curious about a tiny scar on her glossed upper lip, wondering what the story behind it would tell about Alaska’s early life. But alas, Alaska wouldn’t know all that. Instead of telling, Sharon opted for a less embarrassing phrase.

“Do you think they’ll serve us a beer right now? I know it’s still afternoon but I’m dying for one.”

“Yeah, sure!” Alaska wasn’t used to early drinking, but then again, she wasn’t used to being spontaneous at all. She looked over her shoulder, catching the waiter’s attention, and placed their order. Turning to Sharon with an inquiring look, she asked: “Soooo, tell me about yourself, Miss Needles… Anything I should be aware of before I trust you with a newborn?”

“I don’t think so, no… Does having live bunnies for breakfast count?” She kept a straight face, but Alaska’s shocked expression cracked her up. The lawyer looked weirdly green, as if she was sick. “I’m just messing with you, gosh! You know what they say: when in doubt, freak them out. You should’ve seen your face tho, it was priceless!” She smacked the table in the midst of a fit of laughter, struggling to even get the words out, the blonde soon following. Sharon was weirdly comfortable being her truest, weirdest self and didn’t get self-conscious at all. She found she was, actually, in her element.

“Literally nobody says that. But despite being close to Satan’s spawn, what else is there to you?” Alaska dove deep into Sharon’s eyes, almost believing that, if she searched long enough, she would peel off every one of the lairs built around Sharon’s impressive personality. She seemed so much more comfortable than she did in the hospital, speaking and gesturing freely.

“Well, I was born in Newton, Iowa. It’s a nice town to grow up until about 15, then it’s just too small of a town. My first teen years were terrible, I felt eyes on me all the time – and trust me, it ain’t nice at all.” She paused, getting a little more serious, and instantly reaching for Alaska’s hand over the table. Just like last time, there was no need for requests or even a flick of the eyes. It was natural. She took it and smiled, encouraging the other to continue. “I moved to Pennsylvania a few years later, then moved again down here. I attended Nursing school back in Penn, and those were the best years of my life. I love my job. I bet looking at me no one would ever guess what I do for a living, but it’s such a personal matter to me. I chose to nurse because there was… I don’t even know how to put it, some sort of emptiness, I guess, inside of me. My loneliness had hit a new level right after I got my diploma, as I’d left family back in Newton, so I clung to the first job I got. It really was fantastic how much it fulfilled me, and now… I guess I’m just ready to welcome a new life into my own. I smoke tho. I hope it’s not a deal breaker.”

Alaska was speechless. Sometime during Sharon’s monologue their waiter had placed two frozen pilsner glasses on their table, filled to the brim with bubbling beer. Without breaking their hand holding, both reached for their drinks. There was a clear syntony between the two, and it made grins split both their faces.

“Should we toast to this?” Alaska said, before taking her first sip. Seeing Sharon eagerly agree, shaking her head up and down, she continued, inclining her glass to meet the brunette’s. “To a very good start to whatever it is will happen between us four. May whatever decision Violet and Matt make the best one for all.”

“And to Melon, may he or she be as alcohol driven as any of their parents – and yes, I’m referencing underage drinking. Sorry ‘bout it.” Sharon completed, a sassy finger wiggling around.

The cold beverage tasted surprisingly good to Alaska, and she smiled languidly. It was so easy to be around Sharon, and all of her personal problems, from Tom to driving to the suburbs and all of the cases piling on her desk seemed so far, as if they weren’t her own.

“Damn Lask, this is too fancy. I usually have mine straight from the can.”

“I usually don’t have any at all! Look at us, having different experiences and fancy-ing it up for our date.” Alaska’s words only made their way to her brain when she registered what she’d said. “I meant meeting. Fuck.”

Sharon waved her hand, telling her off, both of them surrendering to contagious laughter. Alaska’s face still showed flushed, but her smile was genuine.

“Honest mistake. I don’t dress this nice for meetings.” She sighed and took another sip. “ Your turn Lasky, what’s the story here?”

“Well…” She elongated the word, trying to decide where to start. “I’m from Pennsylvania actually, from Erie. I have two brothers and one sister, we’re pretty close. Cory lives here, he’s the one who had lunch with me here earlier. I went to Law School at the University of Pittsburgh, and after I graduated I wanted to have this huge Law Firm and “make a name for myself,” She drew quotation marks in the air, rolling her eyes. To her ears, young Alaska seemed naïve and silly. “So I came down here. Luckily the firm part totally worked, but I should’ve known the part of making a name was a goal shared by basically the entire American population, so not an easy one.”

“I see that in you, I could totally tell you’re an overachiever. It’s not bad, tho. It’s ok to dream big.”

Sharon winked and Alaska felt it again, the fluttering of butterflies in the bottom of her stomach, taking her breath and her speech. All she did was smile, finishing what was left of her beer.

“Well, I guess so. It just seems childish to me from where I stand. I guess at a you-” She was cut off by her own phone ringing. She had almost forgotten she had one, from how invested she had become in their talk. The lit up screen didn’t show any names, or clues, of who was the caller. She let it go to voicemail, resuming her sentence. “Sorry about that. Back to what I was saying, at a young age we want to conquer the world, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, but as you grow up even those perspectives chan-“

Once again, her phone blared with an incoming call from an unknown number.

"Do you mind if I take this? I promise it won’t be long."

"Sure, take your time, Lasky.” Sharon smiled, and Alaska detected honesty in her eyes. She was more than surprised that this was going so well. "Hello, is this Misses Langster?“

Alaska frowned, taking a second to recognize her husband’s last name, which she had gladly taken, but never really used.

"Yes, this is she.” Still oblivious, she turned to Sharon, basking on the way her full lips stretched when she smiled. It was the most beautiful one she’d ever seen.

“I’m calling from the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. There’s been an accident.”

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