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enchantedblackrose · 3 years

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Flesh Wounds & Somedays

Flesh Wounds & Somedays

Jay Halstead/Reader

¡!Warnings: Infant abduction/kidnapping. SIDS. Violence against women. Swearing. Fluffy ending.

Still unedited, hoping to have the nice version up soon. Sorry in advance! Happy New Year's Eve, everyone! Please be safe ❤

Upon exiting the very stereotypical "mom van" you're greeted with harsh Chicago air stinging your face and it instantly makes your eyes water. You hastily blink back the tears though it's fruitless. Instead you pull the knit hat you're wearing further down your head and pull your scarf tighter. You keep the door open, huddling near the inside of the vehicle. Anything to stay warm. You scan the parking lot for any sign of your suspect. Anxiety starts setting in. It doesn't matter how long you've been doing this. The moments leading up to a confrontation always send your stomach plummeting

"Easy now," Jay, sporting the store employee smock, whispers as he rolls a grocery cart by, indicating to your foot mindlessly tapping against the cement. Immediately you stop. You give him a small smile. He winks in response. You pretend to dig around in your purse, anything to give the impression you're distracted when in reality all your senses are in overdrive.

Voight's voice barks your last name through your strategically placed com. "Suspect approaching from the east. You know what to do. Everyone else, stand down for now! We don't wanna spook him."

You open the back passenger door before closing the driver's. Your fingers work quickly at unfastening the baby from the seat. You then drape a blanket over the baby for protection against the cruel elements.

It's subtle, but you cannot ignore the feeling you're being watched. The reality is you are. Your whole team is looking out for you. But this is something different entirely, something sinister. You suppress a shudder. Securing the blanket once more, you hoist the baby from the carseat and hold the infant against your chest. With a push of a button, the passenger door slides shut. You fiddle with the keys, making sure the van locks before tossing them in your purse.

You coo at the little bundle snuggled against your chest. Your steps deliberately appear hurried.

And that's when he emerges from a dark blue conversion van parked one whole row over. You spot him out of the corner of your eye and he is unmistakably walking towards you. But you stick to the plan. Your pace slows just barely, not wanting your target to sense the change. You also don't want to actually reach the store entrance and potentially bring harm to the public even with Al and Ruzek inside.

He suddenly appears in front of you, eyes frantically dart around before resting on you. He's disheveled. clothes are wrinkled and slightly stained. His greasy, unwashed black hair is plastered to his head. He smiles which unnerves you. But you return it anyway. His grin disappears. "Give me that baby. And you won't get hurt...much" He removes his right hand from his coat pocket and you notice the blade he's gripping. That's new, you think to yourself. He's growing desperate. Still, you have to get him to attempt an attack or abduction.

"No!" You pull the baby impossibly closer to you. "Leave or I'm gonna yell for help." The threat is feeble on purpose but still seems to evoke rage inside the man.

He lunges at you. His body weight sends you stumbling but you remain on your feet. He wildly pulls at your arms and at the baby, trying to break your grasp. He swings his left arm and his fist perfectly catches your eye.

"Son of a bitch!" You cry. Your foot slams onto one of his and you use that moment to headbutt him square on his chin. He lets out a primal scream before sticking the blade into your upper thigh and you can't help but yelp in pain. He tugs the baby out of your arms. The blanket drops to the ground.

You watch the changing expressions dance across his ugly face: anger, elation at his success, confusion.

"What the hell?"

It's the opening you need. Your weapon is drawn on him. "That's right, you stupid son of a bitch. The baby's fake. Chicago PD! Get down, face down."

Still in his stupor, he obeys. You kick the blade away just as Antonio and Jay come running from opposite directions. Antonio searches and mirandizes him. You return your gun to its inside waistband holster.

As your adrenaline begins to slow, you feel exactly how much pain you're in. It's evident that your eye has started to swell and there's a throbbing sensation in your thigh. You stagger a bit, but a pair of strong arms steady you.

He sighs and you look at Jay. "Don't start," you warn.

"I should have been there. I ended up carrying groceries for this old lady..." Guilt is written all of his handsome features.

"Did she tip you?" You joke, but he stares at you. "Stop. We knew this might happen. He had to attack me." The rest of the team appears and Jay drops his voice to a whisper.

"Yeah, attack like come at you, not actually harm you." He looks as if he's about to argue more when the sound of tires squealing interrupts.

You flash concern. "He wasn't alone." Your eyes meet those of your colleagues.

Voight breaks the silence. "Antonio, get that piece of garbage out of here.Halstead, get her to Med. The rest of you let's head back." You open your mouth to protest, but Hank won't even let you get a word in. "That leg's gonna need stitches. Now go." He stares at you until you move. Jay lends his support as you gently lean into him. It's not as needed as it is comforting.

You were seen and stitched in no time; the wound to your thigh was mostly superficial. Your swollen eye, which was now bruising, was being iced. You would have left Med sooner if your weirdly overcautious boyfriend hadn't insisted that his own brother see you before checking out. It took Will saying it, but Jay finally seemed to accept you were, in fact, fine.

You want in that interview room more than you've wanted anything in a long time.

"Absolutely not," Voight answers when you ask. "This guy doesn't respect women. I don't need you going in there so he can admire his handiwork." He waves a hand indicating to your black eye you're still icing. Hank returns to the observation window to watch Antonio and Atwater interrogate a very non talkative perp.

You remain in the bullpen with Adam, Jay, Mouse and Alvin to stare at that damn board some more.

Alvin recaps; all of you hoping to discover something, anything at all, that could help solve the case.

"Here's what we know. 2 or more suspects working to abduct infants. 1 in custody. Greg Jones. Couple of parking tickets, nothing too serious. Attempted three abductions, not including today's, in broad daylight, over the course of two weeks. Only one was he successful, if you call it that, but the infant was later abandoned at Firehouse 51."

You interrupt. "That baby left at 51, was a boy, right?"

Al double checks before answering, "Yeah."

"The other two attempts were on baby girls," Jay adds, possibly sensing where your mind is going.

You nod. "And today, I had a lavender blanket to cover the doll. One would probably assume it was for a baby girl. Just hold on a sec. Mouse," you holler over to him, knowing he'll pull up what you want faster than anyone. "Check hospital records and obituaries, plesse! Any infant deaths in the last month? Can you look into Jones' social media, too? Girlfriends and such." You've hardly finished the request and Mouse has the information for you. "How many of the babies that died were girls?"

"Two."

"Do you have the mothers' names? Any link to Jones?"

Mouse 's eyes scan the screen in front of him. "Tiffany Young...girlfriend of Jones according to Facebook, lost her baby girl last month."

You nearly hop up from your seat. "Text us her last known." You nod to Jay, asking without words if he's ready. Before you can walk away, Mouse calls your name.

"She was reported missing three days ago."

The whole team exchanges uneasy glances.

In a bizarre turn of events, Tiffany Young had reported herself missing. Jones and Young had been working together to abduct a baby girl with a plan to then flee the state. You and the team discovered that Young was conspiring against Jones going as far as plotting his murder to take place after a successful kidnapping. He would look responsible for her disappearance and his death would appear as a suicide. At least in theory.

It wasn't the best thought out plan, but in these situations they seldom were.

"I still don't understand," said Adam. You were all gathered around a large table at Molly's trying to relax after a long day. Well not all, Antonio made arrangements to see his kids. Al had also rushed off. "Why plan to off Jones?"

"She blames him for their daughter dying." You say taking a sip of your drink. "I read the report, even though it was SIDS, he was the only one there at the time." Everyone is quiet for a moment, presumably lost in their own thoughts. It takes Herrmann coming around, asking who wants another round for the conversation to resume.

Thanks to the refills and a few well timed jokes, the mood of the night has drastically shifted to a much happier one. An hour or so goes by when Jay lightly squeezes your knee under the table. You understand the gesture, surprised that he's waited this long to signal his want to leave. Jay hadn't really wanted to go out in the first place. "I'm gonna head out," you tell the group standing only when you've finished the last of your drink. There's a chorus of goodbyes. As you walk away, you hear Jay excuse himself to use the bathroom. You know he'll leave for your place afterwards. Neither of you know exactly why you keep the fact you're dating from your friends. Maybe the sneaking around is thrilling. Maybe it's just nice having something of your own. Regardless, it's the worst kept secret of the precinct, though no one has any proof and they ultimately leave you alone about it.

You've only changed into a tee shirt when a knock beckons you. You let Jay in. The door has just closed and he's ordered you to take your pants off.

"We need to work on your foreplay," you quip, but Jay's not laughing.

"I'm serious. I need to see again that you're okay."

You sigh, but shimmy out of your jeans. His genuine concern for you was slightly overwhelming in the best way, never having experienced anything like it before. Carefully, you pull back the adhesive bandage exposing your fresh flesh wound, still very bright pink and aggravated.

"I'm so sorry," he murmurs.

"It's not your fault," you say, trying to reassure him.

"I hate that you were hurting and I couldn't do anything." He pulls you for a tight embrace while mindful of your thigh. He's completely still for a moment, breathing you in and finding peace in your arms.

Suddenly, he picks you up off your feet. It catches you off guard and you giggle. "What are you doing?"

He doesn't answer. Instead he takes you to the bathroom and sets you on the counter near the sink. He starts rummaging through your medicine cabinet, pulling out gauze, bandages, and rubbing alcohol. He grabs a clean washcloth from the towel rack.

You raise one eyebrow in question. "I thought I had Detective Halstead, not Doctor."

"Tonight you have both." You bit down on your lip to keep from laughing, but the misconstruction of his words hit him. "That came out wrong. That's not at all what I meant." Laughter escapes from you and Jay joins in, shaking his head and telling you to keep your mind out of the gutter.

"Mm, it's difficult when you're around." You give him a quick peck on the lips.

He turns the warm water on, letting it run for a minute. He tests it, making sure it's not too hot before soaking the wash cloth. He rings it out and looks you in the eyes. "I'm not sure this is going to feel all that great.'

You nod your understanding and Jay very gingerly begins to clean your wound. You talk to keep yourself distracted. "I can't stop thinking about the case. Clearly, they're competent for trial and I'm not justifying what they did, or tried to do. But I can't imagine losing a baby. Just the thought…" Your voice drops off. You wish you could leave work at work, and sometimes you can, but tonight when you're struggling to do so, you feel extra fortunate to have someone who truly understands.

Jay has almost finished cleaning your wound, allowing it time to breathe before covering it with a fresh bandage. "I know," he says. "I kept thinking about if that had been us and our baby, what would stop me from going crazy."

Your heart flutters a little faster, "Our baby?" It's the first time he's ever said anything like this.

He suddenly avoids eye contact with you. "Yeah? I mean someday...down the road if we are still...and that's something we...you want...maybe?" His cheeks are flushed and he glances at you, his green eyes full of hope.

"Jay Halstead," you offer him a big smile, "have you been thinking about our someday?" He nods, giving you a smile of his own. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close to you. One of his hands rests on the countertop, the other lovingly brushes your cheek before you nuzzle into the spot just below his neck. You plant a kiss there. "Tell me more about your plans."

"Well they definitely don't include you getting stabbed again," he pulls away just enough to cover your thigh with the new bandage. A slight pout plays at your lips having not gotten the answer you wanted. Jay, seeing this, chuckles. "C'mon." He lifts you off the counter, carrying to the bedroom.

Gently, he places you onto the bed. You watch as he kicks off his shoes and strips down to his boxers. He catches you admiring his physique and shoots you a wink. But you pretend to still pout and cross you arms. It causes Jay to shake his head, bemused by you.

Pulling the covers back, he slides into bed and brings you to his side. He kisses the top of your head, fingers tracing a nonsensical pattern along your arm. "I see lots for us, love. So many ways things could play out, but it's always with you at my side."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, definitely," and with that Jay launches into different versions of the future he's envisioned. Some are improbable, others imaginative, many seem possible, but all include you, just as he said.

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kurt-nightcrawler · 4 years

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Opposites Attract

Warren Worthington III x Female Reader

Request 1: Brooooo i’ve got a boyfriend was amazing! like you don’t understand how much i loved it. if you ever have time can you do like a continuation piece of fluff with warren and the reader or like when they met and became a couple? like same mutant and stuff

Request 2: Aww I loved the one shot with mother nature and Warren! I loved how her eyes turned pink, when she saw Warren! I'd like to know more about them. Could you give us a little fluffy glimpse into their relationship? Thank you, my dear! You're amazing! 💕

I also may make a little fluffy fic about these two later! (also i know I’ve used this gif before, oh well)

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of sex

Word Count: 7.9k

Ever since she was little, (Y/N) had a green thumb. Her parents had her play outside, help them do yard work, and she had her own collection of house plants from a young age.

It wasn’t until she started getting older that things started to change. Maybe be more than just a “green thumb.”

Leaves grew in her hair and vines wrapped around her legs. Her eyes started changing color based on her mood. She looked like a woodland creature.

With high hopes and her bags packed, she went to Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. To find someone like her, or just find a place to fit in.

Her eyes were green and she was ready to meet new people.

(Y/N) fit in great. Her roommate could control the weather, which made their room a true plant haven, and she had a whole group of friends— and if you asked, no one could find anything bad to say about her.

“She’s so sweet! She gave me some daisies when I was having a bad day.”

“(Y/N) helped me study for my math test. I got a 92 because of her.”

“(Y/N) threw a surprise party for my birthday. It was wonderful!”

Everyone liked her, and she liked everyone. Her eyes were almost always green and yellow— meaning she was happy and excited.

But one day they weren’t green and yellow.

“Alright, everyone. Your partner for the project is listed on the board. You can get to work.” (Y/N) looked over the list eagerly, excited for the inevitable mountain of work she’d be splitting with someone— it would be a good bonding experience.

Her eyes scanned the list until she spotted her name. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) & Warren Worthington.

(Y/N) glanced at him. Warren was pulling books out of his bag, earbuds in.

I don’t… I don’t know Warren that well. This will be a great opportunity for me. We have lots of mutual friends, so this should be easy.

“Hi.”

Warren paused his music and pulled out an earbud, “Hey.”

“We’re partners.”

“Right, right. Sit down.” She pulled up a chair and set her notebook on the desk. “So I was thinking since we have to talk about a political issue, we could do something that has lots of information available. Women’s rights, climate change, issues with the 1%, the problem with the rising trend of plant-based diets, mutant rights…” Warren didn’t say anything. He just listened. “We don’t have to do anything I listed, they’re just suggestions.”

“Okay… We could do something on mutant rights. That’s probably the easiest since we’re mutants.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, that works with me.” She wrote down their paper topic and the due date in her notebook. “I’m not sure if we’ll get enough time in class to work this week so I’ll give you my number.” Warren got on his phone and opened a new contact.

He held it out to you, “Here, just put it in.”

You took it from his hands and typed in your name and number. You handed the phone back to him and moments later you got a text from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN: This is Warren.

(Y/N): Hi! This is (Y/N)

He didn’t text back. “Okay, so I’m gonna make a google doc and share it with you.” Warren nodded.

(Y/N) had a small, lopsided smile on her face. “You don’t talk much do you?”

“I talk.”

“Yeah, but— I meant… Never mind.”

Warren raised his eyebrows. He knew exactly what she meant. But people weren’t supposed to like him. Warren was evil and scary. Sure, not as much as he used to be, but the school’s Disney princess didn’t need an interest in him. Jubilee and Jean would just yell at him for it, plus a good 30% of the school shipped her with Kurt, and he didn’t want to get in the way of that.

As the bell rang, dismissing everyone from their class, Warren noticed (Y/N)’s eyes were slightly different as she left his desk. They had a slight bit of pink to them.

What does pink mean?

“I think he hates me.” (Y/N) announced as she face-planted onto Jubilee’s bed, letting vines grow and cover her like a blanket.

“Who?” Jubilee asked.

“Warren! We’re partners for the history paper thing and he, I dunno— he didn’t seem to want to be my partner.”

Jubilee looked at her sulking friend, “That’s it?”

“I don’t get it! We’re in the same friend group, we probably have similar interests, and I’ve never been rude to him.”

“He’s probably just tired. School is stressful, and I’m sure he just doesn’t want more work on top of everything he already has to do. I’m sure you have nothing to do with it.”

(Y/N) groaned into the pillow, “I can’t get a bad grade, and if he doesn’t like me then that makes things awkward in our friend group.”

Jubilee laid next to her, face up. “It’s Warren… he’s… he’s got some trauma and other issues. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually… Not everyone’s going to break down their walls after one conversation.”

(Y/N) groaned against and wrapped her makeshift leave blanket tight around her body.

“I’m going to get some food… Please take your vines with you when you leave.”

“Yes, mom.” (Y/N) mumbled.

“What’s her motive?” Warren asked Peter. Peter shrugged. “There’s no way she’d be nice to me just to be nice.”

“I dunno, man. She’s nice to everyone, and I’ve never heard one bad thing about her. She yelled at me and her eyes turned red once, but that’s about it.” He took a bite of his sandwich, “Why do you even care anyway?”

Kurt and Scott sat down with them, interrupting their conversation.

“Shh! Not now…” Peter waved them off to make them silent. “Answer my question, Worthington.”

“Cause I’m not a good person. (Y/N) shouldn’t want to try and be my friend. Too many people would get upset about it. Do you know how many people want her to date, Kurt? Tiffany Jones DMed me on Instagram telling me to not ruin that. Tiffany Jones! We’ve never even spoken to each other! I didn’t even know she followed me.”

Peter held back an eye roll. Warren was a good person, despite his past. Would he ever realize this? Probably not.

“Okay well, (Y/N) is just kind to everyone. It fits her whole “Mother Nature” vibe she’s got going on. Just don’t be a dick to her and you’ll be fine.”

“She wants to date me?” Kurt asked and his cheeks were slightly violet and flushed.

“No, Kurt,” Warren interjected. “People want you two to date. It’s like Stranger Things— some people wanted Nancy to date, Johnathan, others wanted her to date, Steve. They shipped her with someone. People do it with you and (Y/N), and it’s kinda weird but to each their own, I guess.”

“Oh... But why me? Why not you or someone else?”

“Because you’re both liked by everyone, and you’re nice to everyone. I’m like... Rodrick from Diary of a Wimpy kid; (Y/N) is a Disney princess. We wouldn’t mix.”

Peter and Scott tried holding back snickers, as Warren was kinda right. He was a punk emo with daddy issues, and he wasn’t half bad with a drum set.

“Don’t opposites attract?”

Warren waved him off, “That’s a myth.”

Kurt shrugged, “Andy and April from Parks and Rec worked out.”

“They’re fictional, and (Y/N) could date almost any guy here. Why would she want to date me?”

Silence. “She doesn’t. End of story. She’s just overly nice and I thought for a moment maybe someone was forcing her to be or she like, wanted to sleep with me or something.” Warren shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You sound like the plot of a Tame Impala song.” Warren threw a grape at Scott’s head, missing him by an inch or so. “Hey! Just because I’m calling you out for obsessing over a girl doesn’t mean you can get mad at me. I could have gotten hurt!”

“Dude, it’s a grape. Plus you have glasses on. You would have been fine,” Peter said.

“It’s the matter of the thing.” Peter rolled his eyes at his roommate’s dramatics.

“You know I wouldn’t purposely hurt you.” Warren reminded him.

“Still… You can’t get mad because a cute girl is being nice to you.”

“I’m not mad, I’m confused. There’s a difference.”

Scott nodded mocking him by agreeing, “Uh-huh… And in about a week you’ll be gushing over how amazing she is and how you’d do anything for her, and how you could just watch her do nothing all day.”

“That’s you. You described yourself.”

Scott raised his eyebrows as he played with the fry in his hand. “And? I know I’m whipped, I don’t care— You on the other hand…” Warren glared at him. Scott smirked and popped the fry into his mouth.

“What color were her eyes when you talked to her?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know, uh, green? Aren’t they almost always green?”

Scott nodded, and Peter continued talking. “Yeah, but I was just curious. If she really didn’t want to be nice to you just because then maybe her eyes would have been like brown or something— I dunno. There’s a million different options.”

As Peter was going on and on about (Y/N)’s eyes changing color, Warren’s mind started to drift off to their interaction in class.

Her eyes were green, but they weren’t pure green…

“You don’t talk much do you?”

Warren’s eyes met hers, “I talk.”

“Yeah, but— I meant… Never mind.”

Her eyes were pink. Only for a little while, and Warren almost thought he imagined it— but he didn’t. There was no way.

But what did pink mean?

“What does it mean if her eyes turn pink? Like a millennial pink sort of.”

Peter furrowed his brows as he thought for a moment, “You know… I don’t know… I don’t think her eyes have ever turned pink before.”

“Oh.” Warren frowned a little. He was expecting Peter to know, or at least have a vague idea.

Warren was showering when his phone dinged. He only had sound on when he wasn’t 100% available, in case of an emergency.

He held his arm out to grab his phone and keep it from getting wet.

(Y/N): Hey, Warren!

He sighed, it was just (Y/N). Nothing major.

Warren: What’s up?

(Y/N): Want to work on the paper together? Ororo ran to the store with Raven so my room is available.

Warren debated for a few seconds whether or not he should go. He didn't have anything else to do, and it wasn’t that late.

Warren: Sure. I’ll be down in about 20 mins.

(Y/N): *thumbs up emoji*

Warren smiled to himself before finishing his shower.

(Y/N) tried to make the room look presentable as possible, which was hard to do with all the plants everywhere— on her side and Ororo’s.

There was a knock on the door. (Y/N) glanced in the mirror, making sure she didn’t look too frazzled. Then she opened the door to let Warren in.

His hair was damp and he smelt like a vanilla candle, he wore sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. One large enough to hide his wings in, so there were no holes cut in the back.

“Hi! I hope wasn’t interrupting you or anything…”

He shut the door behind him, “No, I was just in the shower.” He glanced around the room. Warren had been in it before, most of the time to hang out with Ororo, but he never really paid attention to (Y/N)’s half. Her side of the room was covered in fairy lights and plants. A lot of plants.

“Sit wherever you want. Just kinda ignore all the plants—“ Some of the vines hanging around her bed moved as she sat down.

“Okay.” He sat down in the desk chair.

“So… I got a couple of news articles dealing with mutant rights— one about the adoption laws varying from state to state… another about some of the protests in Chicago due to the girl with gills getting fired from her job…”

Surprisingly, Warren and (Y/N) finished their paper sooner than they thought they would. “I’m gonna send it to Jubilee so she can give criticism since she’s in honors.”

“Sounds good.” (Y/N) nodded, typing away on her laptop.

Then Warren’s stomach growled. He blushed.

“Sorry— I didn’t eat after training…”

“You skipped dinner?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t that hungry and I took a shower. I didn’t really eat lunch either… I’ve been kinda preoccupied—“

“What the hell?! You have to eat! Your body needs nutrition! You of all people should know that— you’re like, 90% muscle.”

“It’s just one time.”

“Doesn’t matter. Come on— we finished our paper. You’re getting something to eat.”

(Y/N) held Warren’s hand as she dragged him into the kitchen. They received a few weird stares, but it didn’t concern her.

How could Warren be so careless?

“Sit.” She pointed to a bar stool. “I’ll make something.” Warren nodded and sat down.

“Do you have any food allergies?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Great, I’ll make something basic.” (Y/N) looked through the fridge before settling on the cheese.

Grilled cheese is easy enough. Plus I can make myself one.

She turned on a stovetop and put the buttered bread on the pan.

She grabbed two plates from a cabinet using the vines from her arms— they extended to reach and wrap around the plates and set them on the table. Warren watched in awe. It looked effortless— kind of like when telepaths move things with their mind, they make it seem like anyone could do it.

“Does it take effort? Manipulating plants?”

(Y/N) shook her head as she set Warren’s sandwich on a plate, and got her’s onto the pan. “Not the vines on my body. Other plants, though, it depends. If I’m just moving a vine or tree branch out of my way, that’s easy, but to have a sapling grow into a fully formed oak tree? That takes a bit more energy. Sometimes in my sleep I accidentally cause plants to grow— I’ll wake up next to an apple tree, or even a pumpkin or watermelon.”

“Really?” He was surprised.

“Yeah. Also, the weather can affect me too. If it’s sunny out and the plants are thriving, I’m usually more awake and can do more without feeling weak, but if it’s cold and cloudy or even snowing, it takes a bit more effort.”

(Y/N)’s eyes were a vibrant green and yellow, you could tell she was excited to tell someone about her mutation. She looked genuinely happy to talk about it.

“That’s really cool. I didn’t know you could do all that.”

He swore her eyes flashed a bit of pink again, but it could have been the lighting.

“No one really asks… and besides, you can’t really use plants in the danger room.”

“I bet you could…” Warren offered. “If you found a way.”

She glanced down at her sandwich, “Maybe…”

“Can I ask you something else?”

She looked up and nodded. Her eyes definitely had some pink now. Warren didn’t know why, but he wasn’t going to ask.

“What’s up with you and Kurt?”

“Oh— Oh, um, I mean it’s nothing.” Her eyes were purple as she spoke, “People started some rumors after I helped Xavier as his TA for Kurt’s English class, and no one wanted to read for Juliet so I read for her and people decided to ship us. We’re not actually dating.”

“That was a while back… people still haven’t let that go?”

She shook her head, “Plus, people think ‘Oh, Kurt’s so innocent, and (Y/N) is too. They’d make a great couple.’ Which is dumb because guys and girls can be similar and just be friends.”

“Yeah, but a lot of people want you guys together. I had a girl DM me on Instagram to not get in the way of it.”

(Y/N)‘s eyes widened in surprise, “What? Why?”

“I dunno. I guess she thought I’d pull off some like, fuckboy moves or something.”

“But you’re not a fuckboy! You haven’t even dated anyone since you came to school here— and I know that’s by choice. There’s at least twenty girls here who’d love to have your tongue down their throat.”

Warren blinked at her bluntness. He was not expecting that. “I mean… you’re not wrong…” He had a faint idea of who some of the girls were, but he figured ignorance was bliss. If he knew for sure who they were, Warren wasn’t sure he could look them in the eyes.

He cleared his throat, “Well, there’s a good number of guys interested in you… why aren’t you dating one of them?”

“I don’t want to. I mean sure, there’s tons of cute guys, but I just don’t think it would work out. Plus, too many people would kill them if they weren’t Kurt,” (Y/N) joked.

Warren smiled, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He got up, carrying his plate to the sink.

“I’ve also never had a boyfriend before.”

He looked at her, curious. “That can’t be true. You’ve never had a boyfriend before?”

“Nope. I’ve kissed people before and stuff… but, I dunno…”

“Having high standards isn’t a bad thing… Guys can be dumb as shit sometimes.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Trust me, I know.”

Warren rose an eyebrow while setting (Y/N)’s plate into the sink.

“Scott, a prime example of a dumb boy in a relationship.”

Warren snickered, “Super smart but dumb as shit check!”

(Y/N) shook her head, pretending to be disappointed but she had a smile on her face, “God we’re so mean.”

“A little, but it’s Scott… a little harmless teasing won’t hurt.”

“I guess so.”

Warren washed his hands and dried them with a towel. “Wanna go back up to my room? Or do something else?... It’s only 7:00.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Peter and Kurt were in Warren’s room, which he shared with Kurt, when he entered with (Y/N).

“And where have you two been?” Peter asked, pretending to act like a stern and concerned parent.

“We finished our paper and I made grilled cheese.”

“Grilled cheese, huh? No… ulterior motives?” Peter dragged out, just to tease Warren about his disconcerts from before. Warren flipped him off while (Y/N) wasn’t looking.

“What have you guys been up to?” (Y/N) asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“Not much. Jubilee asked us to help her organize the third grader’s field trip to the zoo for extra credit from McCoy.”

“Oh my gosh— I said I’d help her with that—“ (Y/N) looked at her phone and mumbled a curse. “I ignored her message…”

“Just tell her you were busy, I’m sure she won’t mind.” Warren shrugged.

“But I feel bad for ignoring her, plus the extra credit—“

“That you don’t need. Don’t feel bad, Jubilee forgets to respond to stuff all the time.” Warren walked over to his closet. “Are you gonna be okay if I take my shirt off?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock and confusion, “Why— What— What, why are you stripping?”

She was sure her eyes were fully purple, I mean, come on! What kind of random question is ‘Are you okay with me taking my shirt off?’ Plus they were in Warren’s bedroom!

“I just don’t want to keep my wings restrained if I don’t have to… I usually don’t in my room, I’m shirtless most of the time.”

(Y/N)’s eyes flashed magenta for a moment as the thought of a shirtless Warren flashed through her brain for a second. She cleared her throat.

“Yeah, go ahead. I don’t mind.” He nodded and removed his hoodie off, tossing it on his desk chair.

“Well, Kurt…” Peter awkwardly spoke up. “I think Jubilee wanted our help with the field trip… And with some other stuff…”

“Vhat?”

“Remember?” He asked, motioning to (Y/N) and Warren with his eyes.

“Oh! Oh Yeah! Ve… Ve gotta go.” Kurt waved.

“Have fun, you guys!” Peter grabbed Kurt’s hand and they disappeared with a puff of smoke.

“Do they think— because we’re not— I don’t— You don’t—“

“Relax, (Y/N).” Warren chuckled. “That’s just Peter being Peter.”

“I suppose so…” She grew a flower in the palm of her hand and picked at the petals.

Warren plopped down next to her, “What do you want to do?”

She shrugged, “I’m not sure… We could… We could play never have I ever.”

Warren scoffed, “Never have I ever, with only two people?”

“It’s fun. More... intimate. Ororo and I used to do it a lot when she had trouble sleeping her first few nights here.”

“Are you trying to sleep with me?” He teased.

“What? No! No, no… Why are you laughing?”

“I was just joking. And you’re reaction was funny. Like we’d ever sleep together.”

She glanced at him, in a bit of disbelief of what he said. “Hmm?”

“I don’t think— Never mind.”

(Y/N) nodded awkwardly, trying to make herself not feel awkward. She didn’t want to make the situation weird, “I’ll start the game. Never have I ever ditched class.”

“I have.”

“I know, Jubilee tells me when you two skip to go thrift shopping or to the music store downtown.”

“You should join us sometime— Never have I ever cheated on a test.”

“I did once. One time! In third grade, I wasn’t sure how to spell vacuum so I looked at the girl next to me and copied what she put.”

Warren faked a gasp, “You trouble maker!”

“It was third grade!” (Y/N) tried to be defensive, but couldn’t hide the smile adorning her face as Warren teased. “My turn. Never have I ever… never have I ever… had a crush on a friend’s significant other.”

Warren hesitated with his answer. He didn’t really want to tell (Y/N). He didn’t have a crush anymore, and the girl knew— but her boyfriend didn’t. If he found out, Warren was dead meat.

“Who was it?”

“What?”

“The girl you had a crush on…”

“I don’t have a crush on anyone.”

“You were slow at answering. If you didn’t like anyone you wouldn’t need time to answer.”

Warren shot a dirty look at (Y/N). “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just curious—“

“Can we just forget it? She knows, and I don’t like her anymore.”

“Yeah, yeah… It’s uh, it’s your turn.”

Warren didn’t say anything.

“You can ask me whatever you want. No matter how personal it seems.”

“Alright… Are you a virgin?”

I did say he could ask me anything… Plus I did ask him a really personal question… “Yeah.”

“Oh…” Duh! She’s never had a boyfriend before. What kind of question was that, dumbass?

“I’ve never been in a relationship or had sex— I’m not a prude though, I’ve kissed people before. At like, spin the bottle at a party or something.”

“I respect that… Relationships are messy and honestly sometimes don’t seem worth it.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded, fiddling with another flower she grew. “Kissing isn’t that great anyway.”

Warren involuntarily licked his lips, “What do you mean?”

“It’s either too short and awkward and you bump noses, or like, there’s too much force and pressure to it and the other person collides their teeth with your lips.”

“Jesus! Who are you kissing?”

(Y/N) chuckles darkly and shakes her head, “You don’t want to know.”

Warren smiled, “Yikes.”

They both laughed together.

When the laughter died down, Warren asked the dumbest question possible.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was quiet, soft— different from how it was moments before.

“What?”

“I’ve been told I’m a good kisser…” He awkwardly explained. “I could show you… Change your mind?”

“Change my mind?”

“It could stay between us… It doesn’t even need to have any meaning behind it.” Warren scooted himself so he was sitting face to face from (Y/N). He looked up at her eyes trying to figure out what she was thinking. Her eyes flashed from yellow to pink, then purple. He wasn’t sure what the colors all meant. He made a mental note to learn what they all stood for.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

She nodded, “Change my mind.”

Warren cupped her face in his hand. “Are you really sure about this?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright.” Warren tilted his head to the left a little, to prevent his nose from bumping into (Y/N)’s. He pressed his lips gently against hers. Warren used his other hand to cup the rest of her face. Their lips moved together in perfect motion. A warm feeling formed in Warren’s stomach, and he carefully removed his lips from (Y/N)’s.

It was rather brief, but enough to show (Y/N) what she’d been missing.

“Wow…” Her eyes were pinker than before. Warren’s face was flushed, but he ignored it.

“Wow?”

“Yeah, um… wow. That was… That was nice.”

“Mhmm…” Warren wasn’t sure what to say. Yeah, he was a good kisser, but the kiss didn’t mean anything. It was just showing (Y/N) that not everyone sucks at kissing. The pink in her eyes just meant she was flustered and nothing else. She wasn’t going to crush on Warren, and he wasn’t going to crush on her.

(Y/N) left after that. She didn’t know what to do. She’d heard rumors about Warren— saying he was a player, a heartthrob, didn’t care about anyone but himself— (Y/N) couldn’t find that to be true. Sure, if she caught feelings she would get hurt because Warren didn’t like her back… but he wasn’t an asshole.

She sighed, slipping into pajamas. It was easy for everyone else, (Y/N) had no complications with anyone else, everyone liked her and she liked them. She’d only gotten mad at someone once and it was Peter… but Warren… Warren was different.

Something drew (Y/N) in, and she couldn’t figure out what. Perhaps, despite their differences, they could be good friends.

As she got under her covers, she sprouted some poppies to help her sleep.

The paper was a huge success! Warren and (Y/N) got a 98% on it.

“We should celebrate!”

“What for? You did most of the work.”

“That’s not true, and besides, I’ve had a tiresome week and I want to relax.”

Warren shrugged, “Sure. What’d you have in mind?”

“Why are we in the attic?”

“I thought we could watch a movie or something. Ororo and I have been using it as a greenhouse of sorts, but we haven’t grown enough plants yet.”

“Yet?!” Warren gaped. The attic was like 80% plant, 20% building, and here (Y/N) was, saying there’s no such thing as too many plants.

She smiled, setting down her laptop and some blankets, “Duh!” (Y/N) messed with her laptop for a few minutes before pulling up Netflix.

“You can pick something out.”

“Anything?” (Y/N) nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” She was off to the side, messing with a plant. “If you don’t see anything you like, I have Hulu too.”

“Netflix is fine.”

(Y/N) came back and sat next to Warren. “Find something good?”

“Uh, yeah— yeah.” She peered over his shoulder to see.

“Ooo! The Addam’s family! I love that movie.”

“I haven’t seen it since I was a kid. I barely remember the plot.”

“Oh, it’s so good! You’re gonna love it.”

(Y/N) pressed play and got comfortable under the covers. Warren did the same.

The movie was good. Warren really enjoyed it.

“What’d you think?” (Y/N) was excited in asking him.

“It was good! Like, really good.”

“Yeah! I really liked Gomez and Morticia and their relationship, even if it is unrealistic… Also for the 90s, the effects for Thing were really good!” Warren nodded, slightly frowning when she talked about Gomez and Morticia’s relationship.

Is that really what she thinks? Is that why she’s single?

Why— Why do I even care?! It’s not like I like her or anything.

“Yeah, yeah… We should uh, get going—“ He glanced at the laptop, “—before people ask where we are.”

“Right! Right… I can get it, no biggie.”

“Sure you don’t want any help?” (Y/N) shook her head. Warren couldn’t help but notice she had a shift in demeanor. Her eyes were fully purple, with pink slowly fading around the pupil. He kept quiet and followed (Y/N) out of the attic.

“Are you going to the mall Friday?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah.” Scott wanted the group to do something fun for once— plus it was one of the few options Xavier approved of. “Are you?”

“Uh-huh. Peter suggested we go see a movie or something.”

“Yeah, that could be fun. Scott will wanna hit up the arcade but that’s typical.”

They stopped at her door— (Y/N) obviously struggled to open it due to the unwieldy stuff in her arms. “Here— I got it,” Warren opened the door and let her go forward.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. I’ll see you later.”

“You’re leaving?” Warren felt his chest ache, but he dismissed it as nothing. He ate at Five Guys with Jubilee and Kurt the other day.

“Yeah, I have some homework… Sorry…”

“You’re okay. I’ll… see you later.”

Warren smiled and said, “Bye,” before shutting the door behind him. When he was gone, (Y/N) sat down and leaned against the door and sighed.

She didn’t want him to leave, but she didn’t know what to do or what to say— she wanted to kiss him again.

No— You can’t kiss him. Warren doesn’t like you.

She pushed the dirty thought aside and flopped onto her bed, covering herself in ivy to lay and let the sun come through the window.

Warren was in Hank’s lab, just for a medical update. Alex was there as well, as he’s never too far away from Hank.

“Any trouble with your wings?”

“Not really. The feathers grow back metal and they’re heavy. They’re easier to clean than my old ones, but I sometimes miss a spot.”

Hank nodded, skimming some papers. “Do you want someone to help you clean your wings?”

“No! No way,” Warren rose his voice defensively. “I’m not comfortable.”

“Maybe if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend to help out,” Alex offered.

Warren rolled his eyes, “Well, I don’t have one and there’s no one here I want to date anyway.”

Alex smiled to himself, “You mean there’s no one here who you think likes you, so you pretend to not be interested.”

“Since when did you become my psychiatrist?” Warren squinted.

“Since your movie date.”

Hank glanced at Alex for a moment before going back to his paperwork, “What movie date?”

“The one he and (Y/N) had yesterday—“

“It wasn’t a date. She just wanted to hang out some more since we finished our paper for English.”

“Mhmm…” Alex didn’t believe it.

“I’m serious! We are literally in the same friend group, we’re going to hang out together.”

“What Peter’s been telling me is different.”

Warren almost scoffed in disbelief, “You’re really going to trust Peter over me on this?”

“No, but Peter told me you asked what it means when her eyes turn pink.”

Hank stopped his work and was fully listening to the blondes argue— “(Y/N)’s eyes have never been pink before, well, not many shades of pink. What was it?”

“Um… It was only for a moment,” Warren mumbled. “It could have been the lighting or whatever…”

“No, no, this is really important. I like to keep a note of what each of her colors mean. Even if you just saw her eyes flash, I need to know when, why, and what shade of pink.”

“It’s happened a few times, but never for very long… it’s usually a millennial pink… Um, I don’t think it’s happened around anyone else before because no one else knew what I was talking about when I asked…”

“How often have her eyes turned pink? What were you guys doing when they turned pink?”

Warren thought back to all the times he swore her eyes turned pink. Nothing huge… Just when we were in class or whenever we’ve hung out this week. Nothing too special— Oh.

Warren realized something. Something he maybe shouldn’t have.

Her eyes were fully pink when we kissed… I— I can’t tell Hank and Alex that! They wouldn’t understand and they’d think we’re into each other. Which we are not… Well, I don’t think I’m into (Y/N), but now I’m not sure if she likes me or not.

“Just during class, when we’re alone, just like, whenever we’ve hung out this week. I don’t think it means anything really.”

“You never know, Warren.”

He nodded, “Right, right… Am I uh, am I free to go?”

“Yeah, you’re fine, you’re wings are fine. You can access your medical file if you want the details.”

“Great. Thank you.” Warren hopped off the bed and walked out.

What am I going to do?! (Y/N) might like me! Now I have to put in effort and not seem like a total burnout around her. She’s got high expectations and standards and I’m fucked!

Wait… Warren sat there, confused. Why did he care if (Y/N) liked him?

If I accidentally break her heart, everyone will actually kill me and... I kind of give a shit for once. That’s all…

Warren got his phone out and opened his messages. He opened his conversation with (Y/N). The last thing she sent him was an old picture of Alex she found in the library.

He typed out hey, ready to send it, but his thumb hovered over the little arrow. What would he even say to her? What if she didn’t respond? What if she actually hated him and that’s what the pink meant? He turned his phone off and set it on his bed. Warren flopped onto his mattress and buried his face into his pillow.

(Y/N) was studying with the other girls. They were reviewing for McCoy’s bio test and she was busy writing down answers for her study guide.

“Who’s going to the mall Friday?” Jubilee asked out of the blue.

Jean started listing off people, “Scott, Peter, Kurt, us—“

“Warren’s going! He told me,” (Y/N) spoke up.

“He is?” Jubilee asked. “He didn’t say anything to me.”

“I asked him yesterday.” (Y/N) had a smile on her face.

“When?” Ororo got out a pack of gum and offered Jean a piece.

“We were up in the attic watching a movie.”

Jubilee eyed her, “You guys did what?”

“We just watched the Addams family. Warren and I are friends.” (Y/N)’s tone was slightly defensive.

“Your eyes are pink,” Jean stated.

“What?” (Y/N) quickly looked at herself using her phone’s front camera. “Oh my god—it’s— they’ve— they’ve never been pink before. I don’t know what—“

“Think for two seconds. Who are we talking about?”

Jean! I don’t— I don’t like Warren! Not as a boyfriend. He’s not my boyfriend and he doesn’t want to date anyone.

She smirked. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“I just really like the fact we’re friends now. That’s all. I’m not in love with him or anything…”

What if my subconscious does love Warren? I doubt it. I think I would know if I was in love.

“And anyway, it’s just a coincidence. They’ve never been pink before so I’m sure finally being friends with Warren just—“

“They’ve been pink before,” Ororo spoke up.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock. “What? When?”

“I don’t know when exactly, but Peter told me Warren was asking about it a few days ago.”

(Y/N) was trying not to freak out. “Why was he asking?”

“Didn’t say, but I bet he saw your eyes flash pink or something.”

“Oh my god…” (Y/N) was horrified. Warren knew. He knew! He knew how she felt and he would probably never speak to her again or break her heart and (Y/N) couldn’t live with either of those options. She didn’t want the first person she’d ever had a real crush on to find out. Warren didn’t want to date anyone! He told her this, right before they kissed in his bedroom…

(Y/N) buried her face in her hands and groaned. She didn’t know what to do— by this time tomorrow, everyone would know she likes Warren. The embarrassment, the rejection, the humiliation, the—

“Hey, babe. Here’s your textbook you left in my room.”

(Y/N) looked up and saw Scott giving a book back to Jean. She looked at his face.

Of course! Scott wears glasses all the time so it’s harder to know what he’s thinking!

“Scott—”

He turned to face (Y/N). “Yeah?”

“Do you have a spare pair of glasses?”

“Um… I just have my visor. Why are you asking?”

She waved him off, “Never mind. Jubilee, can I borrow your sunglasses?”

“Sure, why?”

“I need to cover my eyes. Just for a while. Until this whole, “pink eye” thing stops happening.”

“Pink eye?” Scott asked, furrowing his brows.

“It’s— It’s nothing, trust me. Warren and I are becoming closer and I’m just happy.”

“Your eyes turn pink when you’re around Warren?” Scott was trying to hide his emotions, for his mind was zooming with thoughts.

“And when we talk about him,” Jubilee teased.

“You know,” Scott pondered, “He was asking about that the other day…”

(Y/N) tensed. Warren had to know. There was no way he didn’t. “He was?”

“Yeah. What does it mean?”

“It means—”

“—It means,” Jubilee cut her off, “(Y/N)’s got a thing for Warren.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “I do not!”

“Yeah, you do,” Ororo said offhandedly.

“It doesn’t matter, okay? I just need some sunglasses to hide my eyes so people don’t know what I’m feeling all the time. Have you ever thought maybe I don’t like being an open book?” The last sentence came out harsher than expected. Everyone was shocked, how could (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the flower child, be so angry?

(Y/N) looked down, embarrassed from raising her voice, “I didn’t mean to snap at you guys…”

Jubilee spoke over her, “It’s okay. I’ll get you my sunglasses.”

Everything was darker, but that was the purpose of sunglasses, to block out the sun. (Y/N) didn’t mind much, but it was sometimes hard to read text on the board and her eyes hurt by the third period.

“How do you do this every day?” She asked Scott as they walked down the halls to their next class.

“I don’t have a choice.”

“Oh…” (Y/N) glances down at her feet wide-eyed with guilt. “Right…”

“I know you’re doing it for other reasons, but I think it’s cool you’re wearing sunglasses all day. I don’t feel alone.”

“I can— I can still see color though.”

“Yeah, but not as well. Sometimes I feel lonely when everyone talks about colors— the sunset, the fruit at the grocery store— hell, I even miss seeing the green grass! The grass!”

“That must be hard.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel pity, even though she knew that Scott didn’t want it. “I don’t think I could ever imagine living in just red…”

“Sometimes…” Scott sheepishly began, “Jean uses her powers and I can see color for a little bit, but it’s from her point of view, and it’s hard for her. She can only do it for a minute or two, and I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Aww,” (Y/N) cooed. “You’re so sweet.”

“Shut up!” A blush covered Scott’s cheeks and he got quiet for a moment.

“So you and Warren, huh?”

(Y/N) groaned, “Why am I talking about this with you?”

“Because I’m your only guy friend in a relationship,” Scott offered up as a question.

She huffed. Scott was right. “Fair point… It’s just… I don’t know… I don’t think he likes me back—which is fine— I just don’t want him to be uncomfortable when he finds out I like him.”

Scott furrowed his eyebrows, “When he finds out?”

“Pink eyes,” (Y/N) deadpanned. “remember?”

“Right, right… but how do you know he doesn’t like you back?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “We can’t have a telepath in our relationship.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jean probably knew you liked her the whole time before you dated.”

“Hold on! She never read my mind— we made a promise—“

(Y/N) crosses her arms and stopped for a moment, “Mmhmm. All I’m saying is, there’s no mind reader between me and Warren. I can’t tell, and he doesn’t know yet… besides, he told me himself, we wouldn’t work out. We’re too different, and too many people want me to date, Kurt…”

“Opposites attract.”

“No, they don’t… At least that’s what Warren said…”

“Okay, listen— Warren is the dumbest person I know.”

(Y/N)’s mouth gaped, “Warren’s not dumb, he’s in two AP classes and speaks multiple languages.”

“What—“ Scott squinted, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You said Warren was dumb. I said he wasn’t.” (Y/N) awkwardly crossed her arms.

“What I meant was, Warren’s being stupid. Thinking he’s not good enough for anyone, how he thinks he’s too punk for you. It’s obvious!”

“What is?”

“Warren likes you.”

(Y/N) stood there, in shock. She didn’t know what to do.

Warren liked her. Allegedly.

“How— How do you know that?”

“You can just tell. It’s obvious.”

Maybe… “Oh…”

A teacher down the hall scolded some students for loitering in the hall. “We better get to class,” Scott motioned to the kids with his head.

“Um, yeah. We should get going…” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed to purple.

Warren saw (Y/N) in the afternoon. She had on sunglasses, and her hair was slightly messy. She looked hungover, but Warren knew that wasn’t her, partying her nights away, (Y/N) was the perfect princess— and Warren? Warren was John Bender from the breakfast club, except he wasn’t in a John Hughes movie, and he didn’t get the girl and have a half-assed happy ending.

But back to (Y/N).

“Hey, Shades.”

“Hi.” She was curt. Did Warren do something wrong?

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah!” She seemed nervous. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You’re wearing sunglasses…” He pointed out. “Inside…”

“Yeah?.... I’m just… I just…” She struggled to come up with an answer.

“Hungover?” Warren suggested.

“Pfft… No. I don’t… I don’t really…”

Warren nodded, “Right, right. I don’t really either, but I used to so…”

“I’m trying to hide my eyes.”

Warren turned face to face with (Y/N), blinking in surprise.

“Why?”

“Reasons…”

“What kind of reasons?”

“I just don’t want people to read me like a book…” (Y/N) was lying. Partially.

“Oh… I mean, not everyone knows what your eye colors mean.”

“Most people do. And if they don’t they ask.”

Warren winced. She knew he asked about the pink eyes. She was going to think of him as some nosy, pitiful, boy with daddy issues. “People are gonna think you’re hungover.”

“Three already asked.”

Warren smiled to himself, he found it almost funny. “Why’re you trying to hide your emotions?”

“I like someone.”

The three words froze in his mind.

(Y/N) liked someone. Someone who was normal, probably. Someone the student body approved up. Somebody who hasn’t killed people and looks like a nightmare.

“Oh.”

He couldn’t see the concern in her eyes when his face obviously fell.

“Yeah. I’ll um, I’ll see you later.”

Warren nodded awkwardly, “Yeah. See you later…”

The mall trip was awkward. (Y/N) had her glasses on still and half of her friends didn’t know why, and Warren was sulking because of (y/N)’s mystery lover.

“So, (Y/N)...” Peter drawled out. “What’s with the sunglasses? You trying to copy Scott?”

She laughed a little at his joke. “Not really…” Peter raised his eyebrows, silently pressing for details. “I just don’t want people to see my eyes. That’s all.”

“Why? Is it because they’re… pink?”

Damnit, Peter! Warren cursed to himself. You had to bring it up. Rub it in my face that the Princess found her Prince Charming.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” (Y/N) glanced at Warren for a moment as he listened to Jubilee ramble on about some girl she met at a thrift store.

“Why?... Because you’re in looove?”

(Y/N) swatted his arm. “I am not!”

“Oh, but I know that's not true.” Peter pouted and bat his eyes.

“Fuck off.”

“Woah! Didn’t know Snow White knew such naughty words.”

Warren grimaced, Peter was pushing her buttons and Warren wanted to strangle him, but he wasn’t that guy anymore.

Borderline mullet, feathery white wings, and an adrenaline rush with the ability to punch everyone within five feet in front of him.

Now he was a gang looking member, with trauma, and recovering from bad habits. Don’t mention that he was in love with Mother Nature.

Warren was so lost in his own words that he didn’t even notice Peter and (Y/N) bickering.

“Stop it—“

The glasses fell. And then the unexpected happened.

Jubilee stepped on the sunglasses. They cracked under her heel.

“Oh shit! Aw, man!” Jubilee didn’t even care, they were her glasses. She got them at five below for three dollars two years ago. Jubilee picked up the broken shades and looked them over.

“Oh well. They were cheap anyway.” Jubilee tossed the remains in the trash and didn’t even give it a second thought.

Warren looked at (Y/N) and they made eye contact. Her eyes flashed purple, maroon, and they settled on pink. Full-on rose gold, soft-blushing pink.

There were flowers in her hair and they retracted into buds— a defense mechanism— she was scared, but wouldn’t break away from him.

Everyone looked at them like one looks at a car wreck or a burning building.

Warren glared at them. “Alright, um, let’s go to Barnes and Noble…” Jubilee dragged everyone away, leaving Warre and (Y/N) behind.

“Were you hiding your feelings from me?”

She nodded, “I didn’t want you to know, though.”

It finally all clicked in Warren’s mind. She wanted to hide her emotions from him because she was into him, and everything he said about them “not being compatible, people don’t ship us, the kiss was only platonic”. “I get it.”

“I want you, but I…”

“I made up bullshit to push you away because I was scared… You’re way out of my league and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care…” She stepped closer to him. “I’d kiss you right now, but we’re in public…” Warren quickly cupped (Y/N)’s face and left a peck on her lips.

Even a quick kiss from Warren was better than anything from a boy at a crappy house party.

“Do you want to go to find our friends?”

“Yeah, yeah. We probably should.”

Warren wasn’t sure at what point her hand slipped into his and held on, but he didn’t move away either.

Something in one of the shop windows caught his eye though.

It was a book. Titled, Olympus Gods or something. It made a light go off in Warren’s mind, but he couldn’t figure it out.

What, why does— Then he saw a Harry Potter toy. The three-headed dog, Fluffy or something.

Who else had a three-headed dog?

“Hades…”

“Hmm?” She looked at Warren with confusion.

“Hades and Persephone— plant goddess and goth guy.”

She got the hint right away, and nudged his arm with her elbow, “Dork.”

Warren blushed, “Yeah, yeah… just shut up,” He joked.

#warren worthington iii x reader #warren worthington x reader #warren x reader #warren worthington iii #warren worthington #angel x reader #angel archangel #archangel x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #x-men x reader #x-men spinoff #hades #persephone #angel #archangel #ben jones x reader #ben jones

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°✮ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sᴀɪʟᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ｏｐｅｎ sᴇᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᵤₙdₑᵣwₐₜₑᵣ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ sᴋɪɴ ɪs ᴘᴀʟᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ.°•.

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MARGOT ST. PIERRE is a 26 year old BISEXUAL CISFEMALE that was born on AUGUST 29TH. She resides in MANHATTAN, but she’s originally from TOULOUSE, FRANCE/LIVERPOOL. She is an ART CURATOR & BARTENDER for a living, RAISED IN DOMINANCY , and often gets told she looks like JODIE COMER.

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*BACKGROUND;

°✮ - The daughter of a highly renowned family line, margot grew up dazzled into a world that was always catered to her. living a life between france, and the uk would have seemed tiring to most, but the woman always had a rattling sense of adventure within her. Her siblings hadn’t taken a hold of a string of creativity like their father, an art curator for the acclaimed Louvre, though margot did. As a child, she hid in the hallways and corridors of the museum always fantasizing within euphoria over the paintings. It all seemed like an unknown stretch of the world she wanted to dip into. - and it was the only commonality her and her father shared. The man was crisp in discipline, margot’s mother, was elegant and vastly sweet in a warmth that made even a stranger instantly comfortable. After boarding schools came to a close, margot wistfully moved across Europe. Schooling was boring in how easily it was accomplished, sending her to move to other universities. There was little satisfaction until the woman moved to Belgium. A place where art wasn’t solely her one true love. Falling in love with a professor seemed, cliche, - but it was the first time margot had felt such a rush of feeling. It had only ever been witnessed through paintings, films, books, or songs. After jealously made it’s nasty mark, Margot’s parents yanked her from university and made a home across seas. It seemed extreme, but margot’s actions were getting out of hand, new beginnings were necessary - and her father had slipped her an opening to NYC, and landed her an internship within the MET gala. After graduation and completing doctorates at such a young age, Margot landed to be the youngest curator at the famous museum in the big apple. She was back on her feet, and accomplished in her own success. It wasn’t until the uprisings came when things around her seemed to crumble again. her family wanted to move back to france, or liverpool. ( her father a frenchman, mother a brit.) - but stubborn, and liking the life she had created in the city, margot stood her ground. This uprising excited her. It was a rush of a feeling that made her lungs able to breath a newly ripe air. It was a suffering of submissiveness hiding beneath her dominant made shell. The riots had made her curating job difficult. The new york streets were seemingly empty, and so the woman had taken up a job of bar tending. Never had she necessarily found it glamorous to cater to people, normally they were bending at her feet, but it was a way to stay connected into a community she wasn’t used to - and to maintain some form of wealth.

°✮ - raised into a lifestyle of a high standard came with being fed the belief that dominance was the means of life. margot’s personality can be brash, and lived as a stubbornly dry fire cracker, but crack open her shell, and the woman is a sponge of emotional turmoil. while her family raised with anger over the riots, margot felt a sense of freedom. perhaps this uprising was giving her a second breath of a chance to fall into submission, to rid of her dominance garb. after all, she never truly felt fit to such a role.

* PERSONALITY;°✮ - ( - ) Margot can be a little bratty, and childish. Its a negative trait that she still carries from her adolescence. She can be short fused when it comes to people’s arrogance. Often she is dripping in sarcasm, and when it comes to others emotions she finds herself to be stiff in an awkwardness. Sometimes people find it to be cold, but she just doesn’t quite know how to handle a situation. °✮ - ( + ) Her heart feels often heavy without knowing. Her mother always thought it was because she contained so much warmth, and kindness within her and she just didn’t know how to express, or give it out yet. She feels things heavily ( though doesn’t often show it. ) She’s very loyal, driven. Her daily life, as well as work life is efficient. she can come off as brash, and bratty at times. relationships are something she DOESN’T take to lightly. - ( hesitant with children also ) (( because she acts like a full blown child sometimes all on her own. ))

* STUFF ‘N THINGS;°✮ - Has a habit of buying things, just to own them. It’s a good thing she’s very clean, and organized or else she could slip into being a hoarder. She loves clothes, designer, it’s an expression of art- and her mind is blown over a lot of expensive pieces. ( goes along with perfume, and jewelry too. ) °✮ - Enjoys champagne, often having a glass while taking a bath. (Bubbles, or bath bombs of course.) °✮ - Dips into nostalgia with an old Victrola in her living room. It often hums french tunes from decades ago, along with stacks of records in brackets below. ( Elton John, Fleetwood Mac, Frank Sinatra, Nina Simone, Blondie, –but she also dips into indie and pop music from today.) °✮ - She has a piano in her bedroom. It’s played often to make herself tired, or when she’s feeling sad. Along the window ledge near, she has random journals she often writes poetry within during these moods. (never when she’s happy.) -she almost likes to be moody at times. °✮ - She has a cat named cat. It’s a stolen name from Holly Go-lightly’s cats name from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She often wonders if Cat needs a companion. °✮ - She loves food, so snacks are always in her pantry. Cooking she does well, but often has little motivation to do so. Her space is open, and plants are scattered about. She likes to keep an open space to fit her comfort so her creative drive doesn’t ever feel hushed, or restricted.

* CONNECTIONS; OPEN

#【 ᵈʳᵒʷⁿ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃᵐᵖᵃᵍⁿᵉ. ° ａｂｏｕｔ．】#commongroundsintro

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Helium (Part 8)

Hi Everyone! Here is the next part of Helium. I think this one is winding down soon but I may have one or two chapters left in me. Please let me know what you think!! The next part of The Chmerkovskiy’s will be posted sometime tomorrow. Please let me know if you have any suggestions for either of the stories! Thanks!!

Sharna woke up early the next morning to drive her Mom to the airport.

Once they got back from the dinner the previous night, Sharna had stayed up late with Woo packing her bags. They were both getting sad knowing that their time together was almost over. Woo took to gathering stuff from around the room as Sharna folded in for her and put it in her suitcase.

“Oh Sharna.” Lucy sighed.

“Woo. No tears. I told you tears will make me cry!”

Woo shook her head, “No, no tears. You’re in good hands this time, I’m not leaving you alone. You have him.”

“I do.”

“Maybe you’ll be saying that soon.”

Sharna looked up from what she was doing and dropped the shirt she was holding as she was taken off guard by her Mom’s last words. “Huh?” Was the only thing she could get out of her mouth.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” Lucy continued what she was doing but Sharna walked around to her and touched her Mom, indicating for her to stop. “Woo. Tell me.”

Lucy bit her bottom lip as she closed her eyes and gathered her thoughts, “When you went to the bathroom, earlier at the restaurant?”

“Mhm hmm.”

“Val and I were talking about you and him and he told me that he was going to marry you.”

Sharna’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped, “What?” She said bluntly. “He’s proposing to me?” “No no. He didn’t say that. Just “One Day I will Marry her.” Lucy gave her best Val impersonation, but then looked at her daughters face, “You don’t want that?”

“No. I mean, yes. I don’t know. Not yet. I’m not ready for that.”

“I think you’re more ready than you think.”

Sharna grinned and shook her head, “No, Woo.”

Now she was at the airport and about to say goodbye to her Mom. She pulled up to the departure gate, and then got out of the car to help Lucy with her bags. Once everything was out of the car, Lucy pulled Sharna in for a hug, “I love you, little one.”

“I love you too, Woo. So much.”

She pulled back and looked at Sharna in the eyes, “Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Don’t let the fear of something great keep you from it.”

“Mom-” The word she so rarely used came out genuinely as she began to shake her head.

“Sharna, listen to me please. Mom knows best right.” She pulled her daughter in for another hug, “Thank you so much for everything. I love you to the moon and back. Or Australia and back. Whichever is further.”

Sharna smiled and laughed at her Mom’s sense of humor, “Call me when you board the plane, ok?” “You got it.”

Sharna got back in her car and begun driving home before hearing a phone call from Val come through her bluetooth. She hit the green button, and then spoke,

“Hey. You’re up early.” She tried to hide that anything was wrong.

“Yea, I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Sharna smiled knowing she had the sweetest guy, “Yea, I’m good. Just sad to see Woo go.”

“She’ll be back soon. I’ll make sure of it.” He was silent for a moment and then spoke again, “Do you want to meet up for breakfast?”

Sharna looked at her clock as a million thoughts ran through her mind. She loved him, she knew she did but she was nervous to see him. What he had told her mom was making her nervous and she felt very uneasy, but she knew she had to see him. She knew that once she saw him all doubts would go away. “Yea, let’s do it.”

“Fratelli’s?”

“Sure. I’ll meet you there.”

Shortly after, Sharna arrived at Fratelli’s and saw him sitting at his favorite table. His back was towards her and he was looking down at her phone. She walked over to him and stroke his shoulder as she sat opposite him at the table, “Hey.” She whispered as she waved lightly.

He put his phone down to the side and smiled, “Hey, babe.”

The waiter came over for orders and they each ordered their usual. The drinks were brought over first so they sat there in casual conversation with iced coffees in hand. “What are your plans for today?” Val asked her.

“Have none. Was just going to go back to the house and relax. Can’t take this days for granted with the season starting up soon again.”

He laughed, “Yeah, that’s hustle everyday.”

“I want to win so badly.”

“One day, you will.”

The words he had said triggered her, as he knew “One Day” is the terminology he used with her Mom. She felt her mood shift, and she knew she had to ask him before it ate her alive.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Val took a sip of his coffee as he waited for her to ask.

“What does “One Day” mean to you? Like how long?” Val raised his eyebrows and sat back in his chair, “I didn’t mean anything by that-” “No No, I know. It’s not about that. I’m just wondering.”

He leaned forwards again, “Well, I mean, I guess it depends on the situation. Usually when I use it, I guess I mean the relative near future.”

“And what does relative mean to you?”

Val looked at her, “Are you ok? You’re acting weird.”

“Yea.” But she wasn’t convincing, “No.” She corrected her response to.

“What’s wrong?”

“My mom accidentally told me, about what you told her last night.”

“What did I tell her last night?” Val tried to understand what she was saying.

“About marrying me.”

“Ahhhh.” Val leaned back in his chair again but before he could answer, Sharna continued.

“I guess I’m just a little freaked out. I’m not ready for that, Val. Not yet.” She shook her head.

“Sharna.” He laughed and smiled, “I’m not ready either.” “You’re not?” “No, babe. Your mom asked me if I was going to marry you and I said One Day- Ohhhh.” Realizing what she was now referring to earlier, “I meant one day, just saying it hypothetically in the future.”

Sharna nodded and he continued, “Sharna, I love you. I don’t need a ring or a piece of paper to show that. But we’ve been together a long time, even though not physically together, we never stopped loving each other. That’s why when I said that to your Mom it came out the way it did.”

“So we’re not getting married soon?”

“Not until we’re both ready to.”

“Ok.” She nodded. “Cause I like being young, and free. Not that I’m not committed to you-” “I know what you mean. No worries, Love.”

A few minutes later, Sharna got up to use the bathroom and Val went back on his phone, he heart dropped a little bit when he saw the last page he had been on, Tiffany and Co Engagement rings. He wasn’t going to propose to her yet-he was just getting prepared, but now he felt like he was in a different place than she was. He knew he would be ok with loving her for the rest of his life and he tried to tell himself she felt that way to because he knew that was the case but the conversation just left him feeling uneasy.

They went on with their day. Val ended up going back to her house with her, and they spent the day together. They were sitting on the couch watching one of their favorite shows when he couldn’t hold in any longer, what had been bothering him all day, “Sharna?”

“Yea babe?”

“I just need to ask, Do you ever see yourself getting married to me?” He lowered his head, looking down into his lap.

She went quiet and then carefully spoke lightly, “I don’t know.”

Val looked up at her, “What?” “It’s not you, baby. I love you. I just don’t know.”

Val was shocked and it showed. He sat up straighter, “I don’t know if I can be in this relationship if you don’t see that.”

“Val-”

“I’m sorry.” He got up off the couch and moved to the door. She called after him again but all he said was, “I’m sorry.” and he left.

He got in his car and hit the steering wheel, “Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

He felt his phone vibrating his pocket but ignored all the calls once he saw who is was. He drove home in anger, unable to remember any of the drive when he got there. He went inside and threw his keys down on the table and flew onto the couch. He played the voicemails that were left on his phone,

“Val. Please. Please don’t run. We said we were going to make this work, this time no matter what happened.”

“Val. I love you. Please. Call me. We can work this out. “

“Please call me. You know you mean more to me than anything. It’s not you, it’s me.”

He threw his phone down on the floor and screamed into the throw pillow. He fell asleep shortly after but was awoke by his brother calling him,

“Mmmm.” Val moaned into the phone.

“Val?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ok?”

“Of course, Maks. Why in the world wouldn’t I be ok?” He said sarcastically.

“She’s just scared, Val.”

“She called you?” “She called Peta. She was worried about you.”

“She wasn’t too worried about me when she told me she didn’t know if she’d marry me.”

“Right now, I think you need to pick yourself back up and give her time. We’ll tell her you’re ok.”

“Ok.” Val hit the end button and threw his phone across the room. He got up and made himself dinner, before settling on the couch and putting in his favorite movie. It was pouring rain and that was his favorite thing to do with these weather conditions. After the movie ended, he started another one, and another. It was about 1 am, when there was a rapid knocking on the door. He looked at it making sure he wasn’t hallucinating before he got up to answer it. He opened the door and saw her there, drenched from the rain outside.

“You wouldn’t answer any of my calls.” She said as if she was out of breath.

He turned around and walked inside leaving the door open for her. He didn’t say anything but waited for her to start, “Val Chmerkovskiy! You fucking look at me and listen to what I have to say!” “There is nothing to say, Sharna! You said all there was to say.”

“No, I didn’t! Val, let me talk!!” “Fine, Talk.”

“The last time I was in a relationship with a guy besides you, we were close to marriage. It was our next step and was going to happen soon. But then I realized I wasn’t happy in that relationship and if it had been two more months before I realized that, I would have been locked in it. It made me scared. That made me scared of marriage. So when you asked me before, I said “I don’t know.” and that was so stupid because my relationship with you is so much different from when I was with Paul. I’m never bored when I’m with you, I always am happy when I know I’m going to get to see you soon, and I never stop thinking about you! Never.” She took a minute to calm down and lower her voice, “I realized after you left that I was lying, I do see myself marrying you one day. When we’re both ready like you said. And that’s scares the living hell out of me. But I can see myself locked down with you, in fact I want to be. Cause I’ll never ever get sick of loving you.”

He looked at her, and didn’t say anything. She looked back at him as she stood there soaking wet. “Please say something. I’m so cold and so so wet.”

He walked over to her slowly and cradled her face in his hand as he looked into her eyes. He kissed her forcefully but lovingly at the same time, “You’re my future, Sharna. I’m sorry. I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you.”

“It’s ok. It’s ok. Together we get through everything.”

“Everything.”

#chmergess #chmergessfanfiction #Chmergessfanfic #valandsharna #sharnaandval

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apocvlypsed · 6 years

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( snoop dogg vc ) greetings loved ones, let’s take a journey!

it’s linc comin’ atchu with my third, the one & only, the precious, the marshmellow cute fellow, casey bouchard ! below you shall find a brief backstory, an array of headcanons, & some general suggestions for all ur plotting needs .

tyler young — oh, have you met casey bouchard? he is a nineteen year old cis male that is feeling apprehensive about the planet’s imminent doom. a film student, this virgo is known around town as the raconteur, because he is introspective & altruistic, as well as escapist & frangible. hopefully, case will survive.

overview/backstory blurb thing :

he’s the son of hawley’s mayor, it’s casual?? he’s v supportive of both his mothers, but like... also really doesn’t enjoy small town living? he’s a city boi so... having his mother literally up and move them to this middle-of-nowhere place in pennsylvania for love... he supported it out of necessity but? would much rather be back in nyc with his boyz?

ya boy’s originally from brooklyn, nyc born and raised! his father was kinda... never in the picture? ( translation: as soon as raising an infant got difficult, he peaced tf out and refuses to pay child support. mainly bc like... he disappeared. yup. nice guy. ) anyway! in response to this, his mother joined an online support group for single mothers -- just a chatroom where they could all kind of talk and relate to one another about the aches & pains of raising children on their own? well. on this forum, sharon friedman happened to receive a direct message from anna bouchard, and so it all began...

after years of talking with anna on the phone and over skype, casey was finally like, “ma, you gotta just meet her.” so when he was 15, he practically forced his mom to rent a car and they made a road trip out to hawley, pa to meet this woman that had so clearly captured his mother’s heart. he was like: yes ok, good !! good! because casey believes in love and fate and red strings. what he wasn’t really counting on was... staying... in hawley... sharon couldn’t bring herself to leave hawley after their visit. casey couldn’t bring himself to deny his mother a chance at love and happiness after being so alone. who was he to say no to that? so he wasn’t the asshole he could have been -- he could have thrown a fit about their home, his school, his bae, his life back in nyc. but instead, he suggested that they move there, filled out the transfer papers for hawley high himself. and so he entered a new world as a sophomore, completely and utterly overwhelmed by the newfound quiet, slowness. he dealt. joined the photography club, became chief photographer and editor for the yearbook. to everyone else, he was thriving. and like... yes ok, maybe he was, but there was this part of him that still... longed for new york. the place that held his heart.

in his junior year of high school, anna announced her campaign for mayor !! so naturally, casey was RIGHT THERE supporting the love of his mother’s life. printing flyers, handing out cute buttons and cupcakes at school. bc he loves his mother and his mother loves anna, so it just... made sense. but he... at this point he really missed the city; he was looking at nyu and columbia as options for post-secondary school. that is, until anna won the election and moved on from board of education to freakin’ mayor !

but what no one told him was how being the mayor’s son would affect him. when anna and his mother married, he kindly chose to keep his mother’s surname, friedman. but with a mayor in the family? it would seem suspicious to have a child with a mismatched surname. anna’s pr people basically coerced him into taking on her surname, bouchard. and y’know, it was the right thing to do. but it felt a lot like a sell-out.

being the mayor’s son also meant being in photos instead of taking them. which was..... not his forte? still isn’t. he’ll go through it for his mom, but casey thrives behind the scenes. he enjoys letting other people shine, paying witness to that.

he’s a film student now! studying in hawley because.... he couldn’t bring himself to abandon his mother, or to even approach her with pamphlets of city schools. she was so happy here, and he knew that giving her a reason to think he wasn’t... it would make her feel guilty. so ( another sell-out! ) he agreed to go to community college here. in his free time, he makes short films much like what mikey murphy makes on youtube . they’re never longer than 10 minutes -- they don’t have to be. they’re poignant. true. he’s got a way with the camera, a way with voiceovers and words and angles. all the fluff and frills aren’t necessary.

alright so... here’s the kicker. casey is a truthful person. he wears his heart on his sleeve. but lately he’s been made aware of some... i n f o r m a t i o n ... that could ruin the entire town and their relationship to their mayor, and his family. here’s the rundown:

he’s not a snoop. nope. but being the son of the mayor’s wife the mayor’s son involves helping out every so often. fielding, phone calls, organizing files, pr meetings... deleting emails.

so he stumbled upon an email thread detailing arrangements and transfers of large funds. for a bunker. for food. blankets. supplies. underground. using taxpayer money.

in a panic, he forwarded the emails to his personal email before deleting them off of anna’s computer.

why did he save them? why... why does he need them? because... they’re safe with him? or maybe they’re collateral? not that he.... he doesn’t need collateral, right? because the bunker helps him. ensures his survival, too. but here he is... carrying around this lethal information, not knowing what to do about it. wanting to tell those he’s close to, but he can’t because his mother loves anna and if he hurts anna, he hurts her, and himself. it’s... a predicament.

an array of headcanons! :

raisinets are casey’s weakness. if you wanna win him over, grab him a box. he will fall in love.

demisexual as fuck !!! not the hookup type, but... let’s just say, it has happened before. takes a lot of alcohol. but he’s been there.

he adores old films. he SPRINTS to the little local theater when they have special features of anything vintage and cheesy. or even films like “back to the future” or “breakfast at tiffany’s”. he buys like 12 boxes of candy every time because he’s hella indecisive, swears he’ll decide when he sits down and then just... makes no decision and eats all of them. he unironically replaces his soda straw with a twizzler because.... it just Makes Sense, ok?

he’s got this wide-eyed attitude about the world. no way, you found half-priced avocados at rite aid? just... genuinely in this world because he adores it. the little things give him this breathless sense of joy. “i found a penny in the parking lot today!” he’ll chirp with pride to a room full of other film students that don’t give a shit. because... the unexpected tiny treasures are what make hawley worth staying. if he didn’t have those, he would have run back to nyc years ago.

casey wants so badly to believe there’s something greater about life. that it’s not some fragile wilting leaf to be tossed to the wind. he wants to fight for something and his way of doing that is easy smiles and a soft gaze.

he smells like cinnamon spice, vanilla, with subtle hints of amber, musk, and cedar. just like... how you might imagine a cool autumn day, with a gentle breeze. that’s really his disposition, too. that soft gust of wind that caresses your skin, ruffles your hair, makes you close your eyes and breathe in deeper.

he has a brooklyn accent and idk that’s just really important to me.

“one day” by kodaline is a Mood.

his personality/presence is a lot like “my favourite story” by jack in water? just... so lovely and quiet and soft.

he listens to vinyl bc his moms got him a player for hanukkah one year (lol they’re kinda in a great financial situation now that anna’s providing). so he’ll just lie down and stare at the ceiling and listen to the temptations and the beatles and belle & sebastien, lightly tapping his toes together, circling his feet. the simple things.

he gets quiet when he gets angry. as in, if you yell at him, he will lower his voice to a whisper so you have no choice but to lower yours and listen. he learned that from his mother and the countless arguments she got in with their landlord in brooklyn. it’s kind of a power move.

really allergic to cats and dogs! he gets the sniffles! but does he still always say hi and seek them out?? yes!!

he kind of... he kind of wants to make a film to put in the time capsule. he’s working on it, slowly. a film of hawley. of life before the asteroid. he’s absolutely the type to break out his camera or phone and film his friends without asking. highly sentimental. all the zooms, all the laughs and smiles and eye rolls before they inevitably cover the lens with their hands. he finds beauty in everything. or, rather, everything has the capacity to be beautiful, with some investment in time/angles. he films all those tiny moments, those pointless little dinner dates or hikes in the woods because... if he films his friends, if he films these moments... then they’ll never really die. they’ll exist on an sd card, or icloud, or... somewhere. and then his friends won’t die. his family won’t die. they’ll be there, immortalized on film. so film is... his craft. his passion. but also his way of avoiding the future, evading the bleak limitations of human existence. it’s his way of grappling with the asteroid, denying that big rock any of its power. because casey... he’s got a camera and he’s got time, and no boulder careening toward the planet can rip that away from him. ( it’s flawed logic. he knows. but it’s something. )

connection ideas :

step-brother/sister: they’re anna (the mayor)’s biological child. and i will probably send a wc in for this eventually, but basically they’re the second half of the reason why anna and sharon even met. i imagine things are kinda... interesting... between them and casey? being thrust into a new family, and now a family in the limelight... it’s complicated. they’re probably like, 20-24, a bit older.

friends: people from high school, people from college, etc. casey loves them dearly.

art squad: alright he... just really needs people to cry over great films with, honestly.

love interest: uhm he is so gentle and just... think about the gentle hand touches and linking of pinkies as they stand in the snack line at the theater and just... making fools of themselves ice skating & doing dumb shit? pls?

someone he wrongfully trusted: aight... this is some angst, y’all. someone who literally crushed him, or... spread a rumor, or something. just completely violated his trust. because casey does not know how to deal with that shit. he’s the type to smile sadly and talk to them, ignoring how his eyes are misting over a bit. “hey, how are you? oh yeah, i’m... good. good, really. you mentioned a while ago you were gonna be doing ___, how’s that?” and he’ll... keep himself in that conversation for as long as they’ll talk. because like... if he angles his perspective just right, he can almost blur out the tension and pretend it’s back to how things used to be.

brotp: okay i need it. taking polaroids and penning dates on them, getting giggly drunk on champagne and watching cheesy rom-coms. just... being dorks. pls & thanks

pictures of you: hear me out. someone who’s been in the background of his life. appears in photos for the hs yearbook, maybe shows up in his films he shoots around town. they’ve never really spoken but casey wants to. it’s just... the whole... introductions thing. “hey, you’re in a lot of my art! accidentally! what’s up?” doesn’t really fly.

people from nyc: idk if your muse was ever in nyc for an extended period of time let’s just.. let’s discuss ;)

neighbor(s): so since the bouchards are quite well off, casey’s got his own ~ luxury apartment ~ to himself, oo la la. but i imagine it’s part of a larger apartment complex, etc.

grocery store buds: “hello, how are you, wanna try to find ripe avocados with me?” becomes a saturday routine. they wait for their deli meat together too. so cute. #truelove. ya never know.

exes: i imagine casey wouldn’t have many of these, since he does have this really romanticized idea of love and carries with him high, virgo standards. but... these would’ve been special connections. and he probably mourns them a lot.

literally anything ever i love plots and we know this

#hawley:intro #҉ we'll find all our lost time ! casey.#҉ greetings & salutations ! intro.

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Hello~ would you be willing to do like a music playlist headcanon sort of thing for characters? Like songs the characters would listen to? More specifically Iida, Denki, and Jirou please!

I just got back from an outing with friends, but I’m excited for this so here ya go! I’m happy to do this, so if you like it and want more later, feel free to request other characters, too; there’s going to be some stuff on Denki’s playlist that is referenced in the manga so rip but there’ll be a couple of Japanese songs on his playlist.

Tenya Iida playlist

+ Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen (because who doesn’t have that song on their phone let’s be real)

+ Every Time We Touch by Cascada

+ Feel It by The Black Eyed Peas

+ Giving Up The Gun by Vampire Weekend

+ Let It Go by James Bay

+ Night Changes by One Direction

+ Outro by M83

+ Suburbia by Troye Sivan

+ Victorious by Panic! At The Disco

+ Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy

+ Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

Denki Kaminari

+ あー夏休み (Ah, Summer Break!) by TUBE

+ Sha La La by TUBE

+ Heaven On Earth by Britney Spears

+ Beverly Hills by Weezer

+ Electric Twist by A Fine Frenzy

+ Homesick At Space Camp by Fall Out Boy

+ In The Air by Morgan Page ft. Angela MCluskey

+ Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings

+ Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin

+ Feel Good Drag by Anberlin

+ A-Punk by Vampire Weekend

+ Cool by Troye Sivan

+ Skater Boy by Avril Lavigne (based purely on the fact that he’s got boards in his room at UA)

Kyouka Jirou

+ We Will Rock You by Queen

+ Beetlebum by Blur

+ I Know What I Am by Band of Skulls

+ Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes

+ One by Metallica

+ Supremacy by Muse

+ Tiffany Blews by Fall Out Boy

+ 37mm by AFI

+ The Wild One by Suzy Quatro

+ Piece Of My Heart by Janis Joplin

+ Neon Angels On The Road To Ruin by The Runaways

+ Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant

+ Knights of Cydonia by Muse

side note about the second song on Denki’s playlist, my mom did the studio guide vocals for the lead singer Maeda-san, they’re friends, and whenever she goes to Japan or he comes here, she sees him! Anyway, in chapter 70 while the class is on the bus going to the summer retreat, Denki says to Kirishima “let’s put some music on, something summery, let’s listen to TUBE!” and then Kirishima goes “Dumbass, if you want summery you gotta put on Summer’s Over by Carol!” at which point Denki says “Summer’s not over yet!”. I like to think one of the TUBE songs he likes is Sha La La because I’m selfish and it means a lot to me for several reasons, including the aforementioned one.

note about Kyoka’s playlist: I picked songs that have heavy bass and guitar for the most part, I feel like that’s the kinda stuff she’d listen to, also some bands led by females because girls are good at rock, damn it!

Iida’s playlist was difficult to make with English music but I tried, also I strongly believe he’d listen to stuff like Every Time We Touch because it’s i c o n i c. I feel like his taste in music would vary widely depending on his mood, so he listens to a bit of everything.

#anon #request #headcanons #playlists #Tenya Iida #Iida Tenya #Denki Kaminari #Kaminari Denki #Dankmemes #Kyouka Jirou #Jirou Kyouka #Kyoka Jirou #Jirou Kyoka #bnha #mha #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #personally my favorite of these playlists is Jirou's but Dankmeme's playlist is something I'd jam to as well on the regular

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PHOTO: Grant Lamos IV/Getty Images Entertainment/Getty Images The most beautiful cosmetic you can have is passion. — Yves Saint Laurent Don’t let today be a waste of makeup. I’m a big believer that if you focus on good skin care, you really won’t need a lot of makeup — demi moore The best cosmetic is great skin. Wearing makeup has always been a catch-22 for women. If we wear makeup, we’re seen as superficial and vain. If we go bare-faced, we’re asked, “Are you sick?” or viewed as unprofessional. However, modern makeup artists and beauty icons are here to flip the script on this restricting narrative around makeup. Here are thirty makeup quotes that will make you proud to sport your smokey eye. — Pat McGrath Though she is one of the most influential runway makeup artists of all time, the average person most likely hasn’t heard of Pat McGrath. Pat McGrath is to beauty what Coco Chanel is to fashion, what Andy Warhol is to art, and what Frank Lloyd Wright is to architecture. 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Her most well-known products include her lipsticks and glowy bronzers. When all else fails, turn it into a smokey eye. Lipstick is really magical. It holds more than a waxy bit of color – it holds the promise of a brilliant smile, a brilliant day, both literally and figuratively — Roberta Gately Have a better relationship with your makeup and take the time to learn what your products will do. — Sam Fine Beauty is about enhancing what you have, let yourself shine through — Janelle Monae I believe all women are pretty without makeup-but with the right makeup can be powerful. — Bobby Brown I’m very proud of my skin and my face, and I have no problem not wearing makeup. I don’t wear makeup because I feel like I need to cover myself up or because I don’t feel confident. I wear makeup because it’s fun; it’s like painting on my face. — Zendaya Zendaya is well-known for her glowy makeup looks and dramatic brows. 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Every woman deserves a man to ruin her lipstick, not her mascara. — Charlotte Tilbury Need we say more? On a bad day, there’s always lipstick. — Audrey Hepburn Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn’t help if you’re ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up. — Audrey Hepburn Audrey Hepburn, classic film actress, beauty icon, and star of films like “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and “Roman Holiday,” knows a thing or two about beauty. She’s well-known for her doe-eyed look and thick eyebrows but claims that makeup can only help a woman’s beauty so much. In this hilarious quote, she observes that makeup can enhance a person’s outer beauty, but can’t do much to help their inner beauty. Unless they munch on some eyeshadow. Lipstick is really magical. It holds more than a waxy bit of color – it holds the promise of a brilliant smile, a brilliant day, both literally and figuratively. — Roberta Gately Have a better relationship with your makeup and take the time to learn what your products will do. — Sam Fine All jokes aside, there is a brand called Bite Beauty (available at Sephora) that claims their ingredients are so natural, you can eat them. Though they don’t recommend you actually eat their lipstick (Why waste your money, anyway?), they assure customers that they don’t need to slather chemicals on their lips to achieve a gorgeous red, nude, or vampy lip. There are no rules when it comes to makeup — Kevyn Aucoin One of the first celebrity makeup artists, the late Kevyn Aucoin was a legend in the beauty world. His success came from his refusal to accept makeup conventions, a trait that would lead him to become a favorite of celebrities like Madonna, Cher, and Whitney Houston. If you frequent online beauty communities, it’s likely you’ve seen dozens of videos or articles titled, “The Dos and Don’ts of Makeup.” Some of the “rules” featured in those guides probably included “Don’t pair a bold eye look with a bold lip,” “Don’t match the color of your lipstick and eyeshadow,” “Don’t bring your blush above the cheekbone,” and countless others. But if one of the world’s most legendary makeup artists didn’t believe in those rules, why should you? In the age of Youtube and Instagram, we’ve seen neon green eyes paired with cherry red lips, entirely monochrome looks, and blush brought all the way up to the eye—and each look has been beautiful. Don’t let some arbitrary rules stifle your creativity! Eyebrows are the one thing you can get into shape without exercising Makeup is no different than clothes and accessories — it’s embellishments for your face. And it also gives you creative freedom. You get to have that moment in front [of] the mirror every morning and give yourself self-love. You’re making yourself up beautiful which is essentially self-love. — Michelle Phan When Michelle Phan a.k.a. the mother of the Youtube beauty community speaks, we listen! Michelle Phan was the OG beauty influencer, providing makeup tutorials to a world of blue eyeshadow and frosty lip gloss that sorely needed some beauty tips. Coming from a dysfunctional family, Phan rose to become a top Youtuber and founder of her own company, Em Cosmetics. In this quote from her interview with HuffPost Life, Phan places makeup in the same self-care category as using face masks and taking bubble baths. When doing your makeup, you’re giving your full attention to yourself and therefore indulging in self-love. Not many people may notice your new eyeshadow technique or fancy highlighter, but if it makes you feel proud and beautiful, that’s all that matters. Lipstick is the most valuable weapon in a woman’s make-up kit. It has the power to transform the appearance and mood of the person wearing it, and, at the same time, arouses the admiration of everybody else. — Monica Bellucci In an interview with Hello Magazine, Monica Bellucci, an actress and beauty icon, discussed her collaboration with Dolce & Gabbana on their new line of lipsticks. Bellucci might not be a makeup artist, but she knows the power of a good bold lip—one of her signature red carpet looks includes bright red lipstick! Eyeshadow, blush, and bronzer are all important, but none of them have the same influence on a makeup look as lipstick does. Each lipstick shade has a mood associated with it. For instance, red represents confidence and flirtatiousness, black represents fierceness, nudes represent natural beauty, and pink or orange represent fun and a carefree spirit. A simple lipstick change can change the way the whole world sees you!

#self care #self love

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Chapter 26 - Remember me - Kryber

Title: Remember me

Pairing: Kryber [Amber Liu x Krystal Jung] Fandom: f(x) Genre: Drama, romance

Summary: The bad ass androgynous girl Amber Josephine Liu with a sex, drugs and rock-‘n-roll attitude whom everybody seemed to fear and admire at the same time, with the flash of a smug smile on her handsome face, and a sigaret or lolly pop in her mouth, depending on her mood. A leather jacket always hugging her shoulders, ripped jeans and a loose tank top that displayed just a tiny bit of her sports bra when she lifted her tattoo-filled arms. Everyone was weak for Amber Liu. Krystal simply didn’t see it. Until that one night she accidentally met her, and met a whole other person than the stories she had been made to believe. Word count: 5900 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes. This is my first time writing a multi chaptered fic. Hope y'all enjoy the progress!

Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics

Moodboard: x

Amber met her backstage and Krystal fell into her arms, locking them around Amber's waist so tightly the other woman made a strangled sound. But they were laughing and Krystal let the tears she had been holding all that time fall over her cheeks. Amber kissed her and she kissed back, not even caring that the staff was still around. "You were fantastic!" Amber praised, as soon as they had found enough will-power to let each other go. Krystal chuckled shyly. "No really, I couldn't even see that you were nervous. You came up and you spoke to them so clearly and with determination that it blew my socks off!" "You're wearing slippers, Amber," Krystal laughed. "As a matter of speaking, of course." Both women just laughed relieved. They were still entangled in a hug, when Krystal heard the stage manager mutter a formal greeting. Before they could let each other go, Krystal's father stepped towards them, clearing his throat. They let each other go immediately, a little clumsily. "Interesting speech you gave there, Krystal," he said. His voice was low and gruff. The frown on his face told her that he wasn't in a good mood. "Sadly I don't know what you were trying to accomplish there." Krystal tilted her head slightly to the left. "I don't feel like explaining it much to you, father," she replied. "If you can't understand how difficult this was for me, then I don't owe you an explanation." Her father chuckled lowly. "I do understand, in fact. But I would not dare to guess your intentions. Are you perhaps trying to win over my employees?" he asked her. Krystal snorted. "I already have. I started with that the moment I became an intern here. I worked all of these jobs. They all know me better than they will ever know you. After today I have a large amount of people scaling behind me." Her father frowned. "It won't matter if you have a few secretaries backing you up. They don't have a vote in what's going to happen to this company," he said nonchalantly. "The strength of the group is more powerful than the strength of the elite," she replied. Her father laughed disdainfully. "If you're planning to attack me in court with a handful of interns, then I have not raised you well," he said. Krystal simply shrugged. She didn't want to reveal her plan with Evans to him. In fact, she wanted to keep it a secret as long as she could. It wouldn't do her any good if she revealed it to him now, then he'd be able to do something about it. "We'll see, dad," she simply said. "Please, go home now. You still need to rest." Her father suddenly turned angry. "If you think that I can't beat you because I'm sick then you are gravely mistaken!" he hissed at her, pointing her index finger so close to her chest that she had to suppress the urge to slap his hand away. "No, father," she said respectfully. "That makes you only more dangerous. But if you won't leave, I will, because I have business to take care of." And with a final nod, she took Amber's hand and walked away from her father, off the backstage and back into the great hall. There were still small groups of people, probably discussing the contents of the speech she had given just a few moments ago. Some looked at her, but most went on softly talking, not even paying attention to her like she just hadn’t given the most important speech of her life. Even though there were quite a few pairs of eyes set upon them, Krystal didn't let go of Amber's hand. They were about to leave the hall when she heard a squeak behind her. "Ms. Jung! Wait, please!" She turned around, with a frown on her face. To her surprise, she saw a woman coming to run towards them, as fast as she could on her high heels. When she came closer, Krystal recognized her as the girl who had gotten up from her seat to clap after the older woman, the newbie whom she hadn't known the name of. "Yes?" she replied, a bit surprised. The woman was a bit out of breath and took a few seconds to regain herself. "I just.. I wanted to say that what you just did back there.. it was incredibly brave," she started. "I wish I'd be as brave as you to confess to something like that to so many people. I just wanted you to know you have my full support." Krystal couldn't help to smile. She and Amber exchanged a gaze for a second. "Thank you," she said. "I don't think we have met formally, yet? I'm Krystal Jung. This is my partner.. eh, girlfriend, Amber Liu." Krystal and Amber both shook the hands of the woman in front of them. "Nice to meet you!" she chimed. Her voice jingled like bells which was pleasant to hear. "My name is Stephanie Hwang, but you can call me Tiffany. I recently started working here as the Personal Assistant for Mr Mitchell." "Ah, yes, I remember he told me he got a new PA," Krystal said. She noticed they were around the same age, perhaps Tiffany had a few years on her, but that was barely visible. Tiffany smiled brightly to both of them. Her broad smile reminded her a little bit of the smile the Liu family all had, only Amber's eyes didn't smile too when she did. Suddenly, her face turned grave, causing both Amber and Krystal to frown alertly. "I just remembered I have something important to do for Mr. Mitchell. Excuse me, but I have an appointment to get to. It was nice meeting you, though, keep up the good work," she said. Tiffany showed them a last smile before she ran off. "She's a nice one," Amber commented, as they watched her disappear back into the crowd. Krystal nodded in agreement. And since there was no one to stop them anymore, they left for her office. Once there, Krystal grabbed her coat and purse. "This little victory deserves a good lunch. And it's all on me," she said, with a wink. Amber rolled her eyes. "Probably the first and only time it's on you," she said. Krystal playfully hit her arm. "It's not my fault you sneak of with the check every time," she commented, eye-rolling. "Come on, let's go!" Not soon after her speech, Krystal called together all of Jung Internationals' associates. Liu Economics, Song Software, Lee Electronics and The Universe Group, a group which had a hotel in every important city in the United States. If every company would take their representatives with them, the meeting room would soon be filled up all the way, that's why she had only invited the CEO's and their direct Vice-Presidents. Victoria Song of Song Software came with a man that had at least ten years on her. Jackie Liu came with Jackson. Amy Lee walked in with a woman of her age – meaning quite young. And the CEO of The Universe Group, Eric Nam, came alone. Krystal had no one to back her up. It crossed her mind to ask Evans but she decided not to. He would only try to catch attention and try to fulfill her job whilst he wasn't even her Vice-President yet. She wanted to approach the partners of Jung Internationals her way. The news had probably already gotten out and the other CEO's had agreed that they had already heard of it. When Krystal asked them for their opinion and their plan who they were honestly going to support, there was a silence. "I support you, Krystal, no matter what. I owe that to you, I owe that to Amber, I owe that to my parents. You should be the CEO," Jackie had told her after a few moments of silence. To her surprise, most of the other CEO's nodded. Only Victoria stayed silent, but she wouldn't have expected her otherwise. Krystal has a closer bond with Jackie, Amy and Eric than she had with Victoria. In fact, Amy and Eric joined Jung Internationals because Liu Economics did as well, but that didn’t mean they didn’t like Krystal enough to back her up. Victoria, on the other hand, was known for being suspicious about making deals. "Ms. Jung, I don't believe that what you're doing right now is.. smart," she eventually said, carefully choosing her words. The other people in the meeting room looked at her surprised, only Krystal had expected this. Victoria smiled weakly. "Like your father said, you will need the board to stand at your side if you want to become the following CEO. All you have now... is loose promises that you're going to make Jung Internationals' better by staying true to your heart – how sentimental – and a few secretaries to back you up." The group stayed silent. Uneasiness spread through the people surrounding her. Now that Victoria had spoken the words out loud - the words they had all been thinking – it almost seemed inevitable that her father was going to win. Only Krystal smiled. "That's why we're going to have a vote, Ms. Song," she replied. "And if we vote, those secretaries will count. After the judge has found me the most suitable for the job, they will need all five board members to overthrow me. That won't be possible, because I have a friend in the board." Victoria started to laugh. "I believe you're misunderstanding me. Yes, your situation is bad. That's exactly why Song Software is going to back you up." Krystal stared at her in disbelief. Victoria simply snickered. "What, you didn't think Song Software would help you out? Because we have only just started our cooperation does not mean I will stay silent in this battle. I was about to turn down your father's proposal when I heard you were going to follow him up. Understand me well, Krystal. I am 33 years old woman. Unlike you, I have not worked through every job at the company and I simply became CEO – whilst I would've preferred to become an actress – when my father died. In the first few years of my new status, my own advisors used their power against me. I was naïve and easily impressed. Whilst I thought I was the most powerful in the company, I certainly was not, until I opened my eyes. I fired all of them and surrounded myself with people who shared my visions. I wasn't going to be led by old white men anymore. I am a strong woman and I do not need anyone to tell me who I am. I saw a bit of myself in you that day, when you held your speech and promised to be a good CEO and how you'd stay true to your heart. You were vulnerable and really put yourself out there. As a female CEO, I'd love to see more around me. Luckily, I am sitting at this table with two other female CEO's and one female CEO-to-be. We will be four loners in a man-centered world. No offense, Eric, but it's true." Eric nodded and shrugged, agreeing. He had always been open-minded. "And I will fight for every woman who is planning on breaking through, who has enough ambition to handle a job like this. You need to have guts and a strong love for the company to pull it off. It's exhausting and sometimes you'd rather just quit. But it's worth it. And I see that ambition in you, Krystal. Song Software will declare openly their support for you, as I am sure all of us at this table will." And so, it happened. A few days after Krystal's speech, Song Software declared their support for Krystal, as well as Liu Economics, Lee Electronics and The Universe Group. Krystal at first hadn't thought that their statement would matter much – after all, their associates had nothing to do with the politics inside Jung Internationals. But as soon as they had announced their statement, suddenly a lot of other companies started to get involved too. Smaller ones that Jung Internationals' had sometimes had contact with. And some they had never even spoken with, but were associates of one of their associates. It created a whole network of CEO's who supported Krystal in her activities to get to the top. But because of the upcoming network, the media started to get involved too. At first, they had only been there at the announcements – Krystal's speech, Song Software's statement – but soon journalists were clouding the exits of Jung Internationals' Headquarters, just to get a glimpse of Krystal Jung, the daughter of Charles Jung who was planning to become CEO by deposing her father. And interviews were inevitable, that's why Krystal eventually invited one of the reporters of NBC to ask her a couple of questions. She figured that she'd have to do an interview sooner or later and she guessed she'd better do it soon, so she could make win a few more supporters. The video that was made quickly hit a few million on YouTube. There clearly were more people invested or at least interested in who was going to be the new CEO. It flattered her a bit. She had gotten a lot of negative reactions but those didn't out-shadow the good ones and that gave Krystal the power to go on. That, and Amber. Her girlfriend was so supportive of her it was almost sickening to the stomach. Whenever she gave another press conference, Amber was there, in the midst of the supporters, always smiling encouragingly towards her. It helped a lot. Amber helped her with preparing her speeches and helped her pose for photos. Weirdly, she had a lot of experience with these things and it really helped. And during these hard and difficult times, in which Krystal often stayed late at the office, Amber was understanding as ever. Even though Krystal didn't have much time to visit her or go out for lunch with her, she didn't hold a grudge. These few weeks were hard on her too and Krystal understood that only too well. Even though she was working hard physically, it was hard on them both mentally to be without each other. And Krystal had time to drown herself in work so she'd be too busy to miss Amber, but she was just at home, waiting for her to drop by. Of course, she was able to write songs, but that only would make her think of Krystal more. Most of their contact consisted of chatting online but even that was relieving. It eased her mind whenever she was talking with Amber. It made her realize that she was all doing this because of her. If Amber hadn't come back, where would she be now? She'd never have stood up against her father; forever his lap dog. Now she was running her own campaign, with posters and flyers, and people were actually backing her up. Surprisingly, her father hadn't even taken action against her. He didn't come up with his own campaign; it was simply Krystal's face hanging around the halls of Jung Internationals. It was a little bit embarrassing, almost to a point where she wanted to take off all the posters. But she knew her father and she knew that he had insiders in this company too. He was just biding his time, waiting for the best time to hit. Perhaps he even thought it was childish to even participate before the trial started. Two weeks after her speech, Krystal received a letter that the hearing would occur in two days. They were all allowed to bring people who pleaded for their cases in front of the judge. Krystal was planning to bring Jackie and Victoria at least. She wasn't going to risk bringing in Evans just yet; she wanted to have him as back up. If her plan worked, she should win the trial and become CEO. But she'd only be able to maintain that position with Evans. "So, when will you be going?" Amber asked. She was sprawled over Krystal's bed, the sheets still unmade because neither of them had had found the time or the motivation to get up yet. It has been two hours since they woke up together. The nights Krystal could spend with her girlfriend were still as amazing as ever. Even simply cuddling was able to make her heart pound and the corners of her mouth pull up with happiness. Let alone the kisses. Amber laid with her head upon Krystal's arm, using her shoulder as pillow. It was a rare sight; usually it was the other way around, but definitely not uncomfortable. Amber always kept up such a rough, harsh facade in front of other people, but Krystal knew better. Amber was vulnerable whenever she was with her and they both knew it. She was glad to be the person with whom Amber could feel vulnerable without feeling embarrassed. "The case starts at 16:00, but I'll have to be there at 15:00. It's a one-hour drive and it takes another hour to get dressed and get my stuff. So, that means I have to get going in half an hour," she muttered. Krystal had already thought out her complete schedule — she didn't even need Eloisa for that — like she always did. "Okay, so do you want to get out and get breakfast or-" "Nah, I included getting breakfast in my 'get-ready' time. We literally only have to get up in half an hour," she chuckled. Amber looked up and rolled her eyes. She was the complete opposite of her girlfriend and literally planned nothing, therefor she didn't understand what an insurance it gave Krystal to have it all planned out. Amber preferred to make it up as she goes, completely spontaneous. "Sounds nice, I don't want to let you go yet.." she muttered. Even after two months of dating, those little confessions made her blush. "You don't have to, I booked you a seat," she replied, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible. But the big grin that started to grow on her face betrayed how excited she was to take Amber with her. The other woman rose one of her eyebrows. "And you didn't think it'd be a good idea to tell me? Now I have to go home and get a blouse," she sighed. Krystal laughed, bowed down and kissed her on the lips. Amber kissed her back and eventually she felt the other woman smile against her lips too. When they broke apart again, Krystal smiled back. "That's why I got you some new clothes for today," she said. Amber frowned "Do you know my size?" she asked surprised, which made Krystal huff. "Puh-lease, you sleep over so much that half of the things in my closet are yours. And since you don't bother to wash them yourself, I do it. So yes, I know your size." Amber chuckled apologetically. "I'm curious what you got me, but I don't want to get up just yet," she muttered, as she buried her face in the crook of Krystal's neck. It tickled a bit and she laughed, as she placed her hand around her neck, caressing her head and playing with her hair by twirling it around a finger. They waited half an hour, then got up to get dressed. Proudly, Krystal took the bag with Amber's new clothes out of its hiding spot and handed it to her. The other woman unpacked the packages and held the clothes against her body. "Did I now officially abandon my 'bad girl' image?" Amber laughed, as she held up the white blouse and neat pants, that would end just above her calves, Krystal got her. She laughed. "No, you'll always be one. But now you look a little less like 'I can make girls drool by just smiling at them' and more like 'I can make girls swoon with just my looks'. Nowadays the classy look is very popular. And we'll match when it comes to outfits." "I thought you liked my leather jacket?" Amber pouted, as she took a look at the final piece of clothing: a jacket that hugged her body tightly but was a bit looser around the arms. It looked a bit like a bomberjack only one that looked a hundred times more expensive. Amber shuddered at the at the thought how many money Krystal had spent for her. Even though they both had enough money, it still felt weird to take it so easily. Amber sighed and held up the jacket. It still looked like she could kick some ass, but it was less threatening. "I do. And I like your image. But you're mine now and you know how much I love it when you wear formal clothes. And they're all black so don't whine." In fact, she loved Amber's androgynous, alternative style, especially when she wore her leather jacket. And don't get her started on those loose tank tops... they displayed Amber's sleeve, biceps and collar bones so well it was almost too much to handle. But it simply was more convenient if she wore something that screamed 'I take this matter seriously!' instead of 'I'm here to turn all of your daughters gay'. Her father would pay close attention to both of them and she wanted Amber to look like she had more money than all of the CEO's combined. Amber rolled her eyes and let Krystal run her hand through her hair. The taller girl couldn't help to bite on her lip as she studied Amber's face. Amber had been attractive eight years ago but she had matured so well that it was almost painful to look at her. Amber still seemed to doubt a bit, until Krystal bowed down and whispered. "You can still be a bad girl in the sheets tonight..." Amber immediately bowed away and started to grin. "Okay, I'll wear the jacket!" she immediately called out, causing both of them to laugh. They both started to get dressed after that. Krystal purposely went to take a shower first, whilst Amber was putting on her clothes; she knew one hundred percent sure that if she had stayed in the room when she was changing, that she'd just would keep staring. She dried her hair afterwards, straightened it as well and put it in a ponytail. Loose hair would be too casual for something like this and she had never been a fan of a bun. Krystal went back into the bedroom, in just her underwear, to get dressed when she saw Amber on her way towards the kitchen. She couldn't help to chuckle to herself when she noticed how well the new pants shaped her buttocks and legs. At those moments, Krystal sometimes wondered if her puberty hadn't only started now, because she felt like an irresponsible, hormonal sixteen-year-old every time Amber walked by. But Krystal wouldn't be herself if she wasn't able to control those emotions as well — the skill to control her emotions had been one of the few things Krystal had actually liked when her father taught her; it came in handy in a lot of situations — and she got dressed. Krystal matched Amber's clothing in color: her pencil skirt was black, so were her heels and her jacket. The darkness was in contrast with her pale skin, making her look even paler which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Amber's tanned skin however looked even darker. Right now, she was the definition of 'Tall, Dark and Handsome'. Like Amber, the blouse she wore was white, and both of them had tugged it into their pants or skirt. With a few silver accessories here and a little make up there, Krystal was all set. She walked into the kitchen, only finding Amber behind her cooking island, cutting up some vegetables. She had stropped up the sleeves of her blouse, so they wouldn't get dirty. There were already two eggs boiling in a little pan and some toast in the toaster. "We don't have much time for breakfast," she muttered, as she took a look at the watch she had put on a few seconds ago. "And you still have to do your hair." Amber didn't look up and just went on. "I'll do that in the car. I just wanted your belly to be full before the sitting," she said, as she flicked the vegetables into a frying pan. They immediately started to sizzle when they made contact with the already hot oil. She spun around when the toaster beeped and took out the hot pieces of bread, putting them on a plate as she added two other slices to the toaster. "Just sit and relax for a moment, it'll be done in five minutes," Amber said, whilst still paying more attention to the veggies than to her. Krystal chuckled and rolled her eyes. "It better be five minutes, you know I'm a slow eater." Amber just chuckled and Krystal sat down at the kitchen table. It took her indeed only five minutes; the eggs only took a few moments to cool down, the second round of toast was done in a second and Amber knew Krystal liked her vegetables to be stir-fried at a high temperature for a short amount of time. She thanked her girlfriend when she put the delicious-looking plate in front of her. They both quickly ate, although Amber's idea of 'quickly' eating was a lot different from Krystal's; Amber had to wait a few minutes until she was done. There wasn't any time anymore to clean the dishes afterwards, and Krystal wouldn't want to risk that any of them got a stain on their clothes now right before the trial so they just left the plates in the sink. Together they hurried off towards the car. Krystal sat down behind the wheel and Amber next to her, already pulling out her hair products to put her hair in shape; she knew Krystal liked it best when it was pushed back. It sounded like something Regina George from Mean Girls would say but she simply couldn't help herself; it was the truth. Even before they hit the highway, the car was already smelling like hairspray. The characteristic smell made Krystal pull up her nose, but she had to admit that Amber knew her way around with it. Within a matter of minutes, her hair was parted and pushed back, giving her that classy look Krystal had been aiming for. It was an hour-long drive with neither of them saying much. Krystal was rehearsing her lines in her head and paying attention to the road, which meant she didn't even think of starting a conversation. She was often so concentrated that she wouldn't even hear Amber asking her questions. But this time the short-haired woman was quiet too, which was unusual. So unusual, even, that Krystal broke out of her concentration because it was so noticeable. "What are you thinking of?" she muttered, as she turned down the volume of the radio. Amber seemed to snap out of her own little concentration bubble when she heard Krystal's voice. She cleared her throat and awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't know, just.. something," she mumbled. "It's not just something if it keeps you from singing along to Uptown Funk, even I noticed that it has already been played twice," Krystal replied. Amber made a sound that could best be qualified between a huff and a snort; she knew Krystal was right. "I was just wondering what was going to happen after today, you know," Amber eventually admitted. "This case isn't something small. It's going to decide the future of a whole international and I know that one of you will be devastated once the judge has made their decision. I'm just.. worried, I suppose. For you, mostly. You're acting so confident already but honestly I think it'll be a rough battle and it will hurt you, and your father, especially because you two are family.." Krystal listened and stayed silent, not sure what to say to make Amber calm her mind. She wasn't even sure if she should say something. "Just promise me that if you'll loose, that you won't shut me out.." This surprised her. Suddenly it was hard to stay concentrated at the road. Krystal regretted not buying a car with automatic control right now because she would've pulled Amber closer to her and kissed her passionately if she had, just to make her realize that she would never shut her out. But instead her fingers gripped the wheel so hard that her knuckles turned white. "I will not take out my anger on you," she replied. "That's not what I meant," Amber elaborated," I want you to come to me when you're happy but most of all I want you to come to me when you feel like crying or when you're so angry you could kill a man, because like it or not, Krystal, but you're an emotional person who lets herself be led by emotions whether you like it or not and if you keep bottling up your sadness then you're going to explode someday. You still have trouble opening up to me when you feel bad. I want to be the person who can help you get through it rather than the person who helps you stuffing your feelings away by not speaking up." Krystal fell silent again. She had no idea what to say. Amazement was the first feeling that she noticed had gathered in her body. "I didn't know-" she started, but she was stopped by a snort from Amber. "You didn't know I knew this much? I'm your girlfriend, I know you better than anyone. I had noticed this eight years ago already and partly why I was so attracted to you was because of that layer mysteriousness that held back your emotions. It was a challenge back then, nowadays I know it's only a burden." Krystal swallowed and sighed. She let the tip of her tongue run over her lips to wet them, and to postpone the moment she would need to speak up. "I didn't know you were so bothered by it..." she finished her sentence. "I thought it'd be just.. you know.. easier. If there's nothing wrong, then it's easier for us to be happy." Amber shook her head. "It would be easier but a person can't always be happy, and relationships can’t always be perfect. And that's why you have me: you can scream at me, cry on my shoulder or laugh with me, because in the end it will not matter because I love you. It's making me worry to see you put on a facade whenever you're hurt. I know I'm asking much but in the long run it's better if you let out your feelings immediately too." Krystal felt herself gripping the wheel tighter as she tried to hold back the tears that were forming. "I just really want to kiss you right now," Krystal blurted out in a shaky voice, with teary eyes. She didn't know how it got that far, but it suddenly felt like there was an enormous pressure falling off her shoulders. It was an uncommon feeling, because she had been taught to hide her feelings from a young age, but it felt really good to have someone whom she didn't have to pretend with. Someone who indeed knew all of her dark sides as well as her bright ones. She heard Amber chuckle. A moment later, she had taken her hand off the wheel and intertwined her fingers with Amber's. The feeling of her lips on the back of her hand lingered longer than her lips themselves. Krystal's hand shook, but Amber kept rubbing her thumb over it until she calmed down again. At that point, it took another ten minutes before they arrived at their destiny. As soon as Krystal had shut off the car engine, she basically jumped on Amber. She placed her hands in her neck, cupping her cheeks and placing a deep kiss on her lips. Amber immediately got the hint and didn't hesitate to kiss her back. It was uncomfortable to kiss in such a position; both of them were still sitting in their own seats and they had to bend awkwardly to each other to kiss well. Nevertheless, it was one of the most relieving kisses of her life. Perhaps now she realized why Amber smelled like a summer breeze: the kiss liberated her. It felt like she could fly. Right at the moment Amber's arms curled around her waist, she heard something tick on the glass. They quickly broke apart and saw Jackie Liu bending down, looking with a big grin through the window of the car. Krystal's cheeks immediately flared deeply red as she opened the window. "Krystal," Jackie started, obviously trying to contain her laughter," I hope you have a speech prepared, or will you kiss my little sister so sexually in front of the judge as well?" Amber started to laugh. "Just let the Princess be, Jackie," she laughed. The CEO of Liu Economics chuckled and shrugged. "I was just dropping by to say that the case will start in ten minutes, so if you could just quit your foreplay and make some time to win over Jung Internationals then that'd be great." "Yeah, yeah, just go already, we'll come in a minute." "If I catch you two having a quicky then-" "GO, Jackie!" Amber half bellowed, half laughed, as she scrolled up the window again. They could hear Jackie chuckle outside as she walked towards the building. Krystal started to moan out of embarrassment immediately, throwing herself backwards in her seat. Amber was still chuckling. "How come that every time we kiss Jackie is just popping up out of nowhere?" she muttered. "That's what big sisters do, they protect little sisters from having sex in their girlfriends car," Amber laughed. "Well I don't see Jessica anywhere around now, do I?" she sighed. "And I wasn't going to have sex with you.. here." "Wanna bet I can make you come in five? We could still be in time if we start-" "Shut up, you," Krystal chuckled, as she rolled her eyes. "Let's get just get going." As Krystal wanted to get out of the car, Amber grabbed her wrist. "You might want to correct your lipstick a bit, it has smudged." Krystal thankfully pecked her cheek, took out her tiny hand mirror and quickly wiped off the make-up that was not supposed to be there and got out. They immediately interlocked their fingers again. And as they walked hand in hand towards the court, Krystal couldn't help to notice how happy she was.

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