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@hustling-starley
And they say I'm too personal, "It's cool, but it will never sell" That's quite the observation, Well, you can take it as it is or not...
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝕴'𝖒 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖙!
content warnings: substance abuse, chronic pain, PTSD/flashbacks, generally mature + dark subject matter. do not interact if you are under 18. [ the tag for more mature roleplays will be "erotic endeavors ( nsfw )" ] Rules | About the Muse | About the Mun
(( apologies for being super dead these days! have a harley icon edit i just finished, for pride month <3 )
relatedly: probably no one has made greater contributions to Posting than dr roberta bobby
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"So..." She awkwardly takes a small box from behind her back, offering it to Harley so she could open it.
"Happy Birthday...it's kinda corny, but I just..."
If Harley was to open the box, she would realize it contained necklaces that did matchies- zombie-themed. They were shaped in a heart in two parts, one of them being a pink brain, and the other a green and damaged zombie skin.
"You know how we met more properly at the arcade and stuff? I thought it would be fitting. You can choose whatever part you like most, although something tells me you will choose the pink brain."
It was kinda difficult for Ame to pick something that wasn't just something they already bought in-between, but deep inside she was a little proud of the originality or recalling back to their encounter.
"I love you."
Harley perks up when she sees the box, her eyes lighting up like a soon struck match.
"Ooooh, a birthday present! I don't care if it's corny, I wanna seeee~!" She snatches the box in a single swipe, opening it up to find the matching zombie necklaces.
She gasps upon seeing it, already enamoured with the style of it. So much so that she doesn't see the connection between the gift and the arcade... until she remembers what they were playing.
"Wait, like when we were playing House of the Dead! Oh my god, I can't believe it's been a whole year since then... I think that was the last time I've played it. Mainly 'cause it feels weird playing it by myself now, the way I used to."
Even if the dots didn't click for her, she still would've been overjoyed that Ame got her something. That Ame actually remembered, instead of just getting her a cheap card last minute. Unlike some people.
She picks out the green, stitched-up side of the necklace and secures it beneath her usual choker. Offering the pink, brainy half to Ame, she offers a warm smile.
"Good guess, but no. As tempting as it is to add another pink thing to my collection, I want you to wear it so you'll think of me when you see it. Just like when you gave me Kuromi."
They've already spoiled each other with so many different presents they've spent to each other, yet this one isn't any less meaningful. A reminder of what their bond was built off of- similar interests, shared desires, and above all... mutual love.
A love strong enough that even turning undead couldn't kill the flames. Exactly the kind Harley has yearned for since she was small.
She puts the other half of the necklace onto Ame, pulling her in for a sweet kiss.
"I love you too, Meemee-chan."
The minute Ame begins to break down, Harley rushes after her, worry shining strong in her eyes. She takes Ame's free hand, while cupping her cheek in the other. Her hands are as warm as ever, reaching out for her lover.
"Meemee, Ame, look at me!" She pleads, her heart sinking alongside Ame's. "It's okay, it's okay. I already knew. I've known for a while now, so you don't need to apologize."
Yuki's brows furrow in bewilderment. She fully expected Ame to get angry enough to attack her outright, not unlike how Harley would've reacted if she was on the receiving end. But no, Ame just breaks, a raw wound full of fear and anguish.
Disappointing, yet also a familiar sight for her.
"What do you mean you knew? You told us her previous partner wasn't treating her well." She asks, a cautious expression tugging at her features. She's met with a scorching hot scowl from Harley, baring her teeth like a lioness ready to fight for her kin, before she elaborates.
"I did think P was real, at first. But I've been over at Ame's a million times now, and I... noticed things." She runs her fingers through Ame's hair, calming herself enough to explain. "It was like P was barely there at all. No clothes, no belongings, no pictures of them together. She didn't even beg Ame for a second chance, nothing. She only existed whenever Ame talked about her, so I just..."
Harley finally meets Ame's gaze, her own heart racing as her hands slide down to her shoulders.
She's trembling, remembering how poorly it's gone the last two times she was really honest about her feelings for a girl. She wanted to immortalize herself as that adorable, sexy succubus who Ame could go to for warmth and protection. The cutest, funniest, most clever lover...
And also one who could get territorial. Though Ame caught a glimpse of her possessive tendencies, the lengths Harley would go to just to ensure Ame wouldn't leave her... scare her.
"Ever since we had our first sleepover, I didn't wanna lose you. Not to anyone, or anything. I... I wanted to be better than her. Better for you. I wanted to prove that I was the best girlfriend for you, and make all your other options look stupid. But... the more I knew you, the more that changed."
"I started worrying about if I was really doing right by you. If you were happy together, what you thought of me. I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't regret choosing me, over her."
"Even if it meant... you'd forget about her."
Sage is speechless, utterly dumbfounded and not even sure where to start with processing any of this. Much less reconcile with how Yuki only managed to wring that out of Ame by backing her into a corner. Like a confession only given for fear of death, or worse.
Yuki recognizes this too, turning away from the group. Disturbed by seeing her own reflection in someone she'd considered untrustworthy, she clenches her fists and swallows her own flurry of emotions.
"Right, I got what I wanted. I'll... take my leave."
She heads towards the door, twisting the knob before Harley's pointed words stop her for a second.
"Where do you think you're going? You started this."
"And it's finished, now. I know the truth. That's all I needed."
Her tone remains aloof, but a strain in her voice speaks to a sharp sting that tugs at her heart. She leaves without another word, heading down the hallway to her own apartment.
Sage puts her head in her hands, letting out a long sigh. Madison gently rubs her back, in an attempt to reassure her.
"I told her this was a bad idea..." She mutters, before she musters the energy to get up. "I'll go talk to her. Sorry that this whole thing turned out to be such a mess... I'll let you know how it goes."
She starts to follow after her friend, before stopping for a second. Swallowing down her fear, she gives Ame an apologetic glance.
"Take care, Ame." And closes the door behind her.
Madison, who's been silent during the exchange, however, connects the dots quickly. They stand up from the couch, beckoning Grayson to their side. They look to the couple with concern, but their face doesn't speak to any ill will.
"Even the most introverted of us need company. We're social creatures, after all." Their voice is soft, soothing with cool kindness like a flower sharing its spoils with the bees. "Don't worry, I'll work on putting the food away."
They do just that, letting the two have their space.
While she would've probably snapped at someone else for touching her, Ame not only lets Harley get close, but she also finds comfort in Harley's warm touch, falling against her cheek and hand while her body's fighting for not knowing how to react due to the rollercoaster of emotions hitting her.
She wants to cry, but at the same time her body doesn't let her do so, so it settles for staying somewhat tense; dark eyes eventually staring back at her lover once she calls out for her.
Her hand immediately tightens around Harley's to squeeze it, not hesitating in pulling her girlfriend closer despite the confession.
"You knew…"
Desperate, almost. There's shame all plastered over her face, and for a moment she does look away, but only to stare at Yuki from the corner of her eyes.
Then back at Harley.
She knew, yet, she played along. Even if Ame's thoughts were rather disordered at the moment, there was relief in knowing that Harley didn't react badly.
Someone else would've probably called her crazy and things along those lines, but Harley decided to stay despite it all.
"…you noticed all of that." She managed to mumble, pressing her lips together and frowning softly, but not out of anger- the beating of her heart was starting to even feel annoying, too.
"…it was just me, all the time, alright?…I made bad decisions and blamed P-chan even if she never existed- I just needed to blame someone else. I couldn't just blame myself."
She made a pause as she listened to Harley, squeezing her hand some more before her eyes averted to look at Yuki, Sage and even Madison, wanting to see how they reacted, as well.
"Hopefully my actions have been enough to answer those questions you had, Harley…" Because she was more than enough. Harley has been that person that has changed Ame's life for the better- a person that has genuinely wanted to be around her, trying to understand her, despite her possible mood swings and bad habits.
Then, Yuki's change of mind and attempt to leave got Ame perking up, but with how tense everything has gotten, it isn't exactly in Ame's interest to try and stop the other from leaving- nor Sage, for that matter.
It wasn't exactly the ideal outcome of this, but at least it gave Ame room to calm down better; her free hand coming up to her forehead so she can press against it.
"Right…" After listening to Madison, the streamer closes her eyes, sighing in relief after- her attention now fully on her girlfriend. "…I'm sorry that happened, Hacchan." Actively looking for comfort, Ame would be the one to step closer to Harley in order to lean a little against her, huffing, this time by her nose.
"If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you. If I knew Yuki was gonna attack you like that, I wouldn't have invited her."
Harley sighs, pulling Ame close when she leans in. She presses a kiss by Ame's nose and rests her head by her neck, wrapping her arms around her waist. The whole point of this was to convince Ame to come out of her room more often, not give her more reasons to hide inside. That reality didn't have to be this dull, frightening world where only the worst awaited those who weren't lucky. Dealt a bad hand in life, shoved in a box that turned into a cage.
"This was supposed to be a fun time for all of us, especially for you. I was so excited for you to meet everyone- I had a whole list of games I wanted to go through together. And all this food... Those tickets for Berry and Maddie weren't cheap, either."
She grits her teeth in irritation. "Believe me, I'm gonna tear her a new one later."
Maddie pipes up from where they're standing, holding one of the pizza boxes. "I wouldn't worry about the tickets. We've still got 4 more days here, so we've got time to make the most of it. Who says it has to end here?"
Harley tilts her head. "Huh?"
Madison puts the box in the fridge, giving Grayson some pets. "Yes, that was an... intense argument just now, but it could've been a lot worse. What matters is that you were honest, with us and yourself. It can't have been easy living with an imaginary partner."
"But, for the time being, the night's still young!" They skip forward, taking out some cases of soda and a bottle opener. They pop one open, taking a sip. "Maybe we need a breather from what happened, and our group is a little smaller now, but we've got treats! There's the melon soda, the dessert pizza, and chips! With all that fuel, we can breeze through those games together! I think you deserve it after all that heartache."
"Well I think it should be Ame's call." Harley gives a blazing warm smile, full of the fresh fondness rushing through her heart. A fireplace for Ame to rest after enduring Yuki's bitter cold. She holds Ame's cheeks in her hands, using her thumb to brush Ame's bangs away.
Hoping that the pure joy and excitement Harley feels even thinking about Ame- let alone being close to her like this- breaks through Ame's defensive walls. That she was safe now. Harley doesn't go down without a fight, and there's no way in hell she's letting a snowstorm keep them down. Really, it's the least she could do after failing to protect her.
"You don't need to blame yourself for any of that, anymore. You have Maddie, you have Sage, and you have me, always. You won't ever be alone anymore, not while we're around. And you're definitely not getting rid of me anytime soon."
Harley pulls Ame into a sweet kiss, hugging her close while she sways from side to side.
"So! How do you wanna spend the rest of tonight? We can play the video games I got, Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare, some tabletop, orrrr... we can kick Mads out and have some fun of our own. What say you, princess Ame?"
Yuki recognizes the combination of anger and anxiety in Ame's voice. A duo of emotions she herself is all too familiar with, and thus more prepared to handle when faced with them.
And she knows full well that if Ame laid a hand on her, the night would quickly go from tense to deadly. Her hands are stained with enough blood that Ame hardly stands a chance.
Harley knows this too, eyes wide as she rushes next to the two of them. She places a hand on each of their shoulders, trying to preserve the peace before one of her best friends and her lover try to kill each other.
"Hey hey hey! Look, that was all the way back in March, and Ame brings me painkillers now! It was my fault for not saying anything earlier, alright? The whole reason you got caught up in this is because of me!"
"I have years of experience caring for you in those moments. Your girlfriend, who you are planning to live with for the foreseeable future, fell to the floor like a wet napkin the second she saw you." Yuki's sharp scowl practically pierces into Ame, remembering the glimpses of her she'd caught. The way she'd sulked to Harley's side, instead of standing tall and strong for her sake.
This is who Harley was intent on committing to? A walking liability? What in the world happened to the woman who didn't hesitate to step in when Harley was drunk? Who got her home without any issue or complaint, even offering her painkillers?
"I saw the razor by the sink. No wonder Harley was afraid to tell you the truth- if she falls apart, you'll just sink with her."
Harley's eyes and heart flare up with fury, as she roars at Yuki. "You don't know her! You don't know the life she's lived, none of you do! She's had to claw her way out of a hell that nobody should have to go through! So back the fuck off!"
Sage stands from the couch, trying to meet Yuki's eyes one more time. Reminding her of the conversation they'd had before arriving here.
"Yu, we talked about this. You were the one who told us to let Ame prove herself. Why are you suddenly changing your mind now?"
Harley tempers the flames of her anger by searching for the friend that comforted her like a sister. When she was lost, hurt, confused, all without thinking any less of her. A warm heart, trapped beneath layers of snow and frost.
"Look, I know you're worried, but this isn't going to end the same way it did for you." Harley takes Ame's hand, squeezing it as she meets Yuki's eyes. "I finally have my happy ending. We finally have our happy ending. Do you really wanna take that from us?"
Even with Harley's insistence, Yuki doesn't budge. Her muscles are still tense, eyes empty only with the sight of an imagined, inevitable tragedy.
Her voice raises, her tone more matter-of-fact, but with no less contempt for Ame. "I think we need to recall the order of events. You met at the arcade, but you didn't get together at the arcade. No, that was the sleepover."
She pulls up another screenshot on her phone, dated the day of Harley's first visit to Ame's apartment.
. . .
Yukiiiiii are you busyyyyyy? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
I'm on break at the moment. What do you need?
Just a question about a term that came up!!
When someone calls someone else their "P-chan" that means theyre talking about their partner, yea? :0
More or less, depending on the context. It's something you'd only say if you're close with someone, such as a friend or family member. Why?
I was just thinkin about using it for a girl I like is all~ ( -∀・)☆
Good luck, then.
. . .
"You wouldn't happen to know why she was asking me this, would you? Because given your history of underhanded behavior, and your little stunt with the Blackout, infidelity wouldn't surprise me."
She narrows her eyes at Ame, stepping closer towards her. Towering over her, voice lowering as she digs deeper into the heart of the matter. Her shadow on its own is tall and large enough to engulf the poor girl.
This wasn't just a search for the truth. This was a test, much like at the restaurant.
"The fact that this 'P-chan' hasn't been brought up by either of you is already troubling in and of itself. But if you were willing to throw away a previous partner so easily... what's stopping you from doing the same to Harley?"
Ame would soon see that Harley's presence wouldn't work to calm Yuki down the same that it did with her. It's not that she was going to stop talking back if necessary, but feeling Harley's hand on her shoulder would at least get Ame to relieve some of the tension, taking a small step back.
The streamer was more like a cornered rabbit that was willing to fight for survival than a hunter, but there was some relief in hearing that Harley was willing to defend her.
Yet, as she heard Yuki talk about the worry she had for Harley that day to use it against her, the same step she took back, she would take forward.
"Excuse me for finding out about the worrying condition my girlfriend was in? I didn't know what was going on because I had no idea beforehand, so I'm sorry I was shocked and worried about her the moment I saw what the fuck was going on."
Ame wasn't yelling, but she was very close to do so; her jaw tightening and her eyes opening more the moment Yuki dared to mention the razor. That genuinely made Ame's heart skip a beat for the worse- anxiety settling further and barely held back by the medication in her body.
And then, Harley stepped in to defend her, which felt good -to not feel so alone for once- even if she couldn't help but avert her gaze for a moment.
At the same time, Sage standing up to also intervene, -also to try and defend her- made Ame regulate her breathing; her slender fingers wrapping and tightening around Harley's hand.
Even if she didn't notice it, she was already having a cold sweat, and the next screenshots wouldn't help it.
"What?…" It's surprise, at first- surprise that Yuki had so many well-kept screenshots to use against her. Like if she was getting cancelled on the internet over all her mistakes or, if she would've been sentenced to face an aggressive prosecutor in court.
The direct mention of P-chan was a problem coming back to bite her in the ass. It's been so long since she last had to mention it, that she, genuinely, almost forgot about that fabrication, but in her loneliness, that delusion of a partner felt real.
Good thing that at least right now, Ame was enough lucid to think of it as what it was, a farce of her own creation.
"I'm sorry-" That's the first thing that escaped her lips, a desperate apology that was directed at Harley, Yuki, and also herself. "P-chan…I-" Guilt was starting to drown her chest alongside the anxiety, to the point that she let Harley's hand go to take a few steps back from both, Yuki and her girlfriend.
The same that shame was suddenly plastered all over her face, the worry and paranoia were strangling Ame by the neck; her mind pushing her to the worst case scenario when not knowing if the people in this room would react positively to the truth behind P-chan.
Who would react positively, anyway?
"P-chan DOESN'T exist!…they don't exist, alright?!" She was slightly curled against herself, still taking a few steps back, but coming to a halt when she felt her knees growing weak. Just like a prey animal, she was obsessively and attentively looking around the room, looking at everyone while her voice cracked and her breathing became heavier, feeling her irises sinking in.
"I've always been so ALONE that I had to do it if I wanted to try and keep myself TOGETHER for a little longer, ALRIGHT?!" There were tears forming at the corners of her eyes, teasing but never flowing down, although a nervous and almost manic laugh escaped Ame's lips, at the same time she let a hand rest on her stomach, feeling herself getting sick.
Everything spinning.
"P-chan doesn't exist…they don't-…she doesn't-…I'm just a FUCKING loser!"
The minute Ame begins to break down, Harley rushes after her, worry shining strong in her eyes. She takes Ame's free hand, while cupping her cheek in the other. Her hands are as warm as ever, reaching out for her lover.
"Meemee, Ame, look at me!" She pleads, her heart sinking alongside Ame's. "It's okay, it's okay. I already knew. I've known for a while now, so you don't need to apologize."
Yuki's brows furrow in bewilderment. She fully expected Ame to get angry enough to attack her outright, not unlike how Harley would've reacted if she was on the receiving end. But no, Ame just breaks, a raw wound full of fear and anguish.
Disappointing, yet also a familiar sight for her.
"What do you mean you knew? You told us her previous partner wasn't treating her well." She asks, a cautious expression tugging at her features. She's met with a scorching hot scowl from Harley, baring her teeth like a lioness ready to fight for her kin, before she elaborates.
"I did think P was real, at first. But I've been over at Ame's a million times now, and I... noticed things." She runs her fingers through Ame's hair, calming herself enough to explain. "It was like P was barely there at all. No clothes, no belongings, no pictures of them together. She didn't even beg Ame for a second chance, nothing. She only existed whenever Ame talked about her, so I just..."
Harley finally meets Ame's gaze, her own heart racing as her hands slide down to her shoulders.
She's trembling, remembering how poorly it's gone the last two times she was really honest about her feelings for a girl. She wanted to immortalize herself as that adorable, sexy succubus who Ame could go to for warmth and protection. The cutest, funniest, most clever lover...
And also one who could get territorial. Though Ame caught a glimpse of her possessive tendencies, the lengths Harley would go to just to ensure Ame wouldn't leave her... scare her.
"Ever since we had our first sleepover, I didn't wanna lose you. Not to anyone, or anything. I... I wanted to be better than her. Better for you. I wanted to prove that I was the best girlfriend for you, and make all your other options look stupid. But... the more I knew you, the more that changed."
"I started worrying about if I was really doing right by you. If you were happy together, what you thought of me. I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn't regret choosing me, over her."
"Even if it meant... you'd forget about her."
Sage is speechless, utterly dumbfounded and not even sure where to start with processing any of this. Much less reconcile with how Yuki only managed to wring that out of Ame by backing her into a corner. Like a confession only given for fear of death, or worse.
Yuki recognizes this too, turning away from the group. Disturbed by seeing her own reflection in someone she'd considered untrustworthy, she clenches her fists and swallows her own flurry of emotions.
"Right, I got what I wanted. I'll... take my leave."
She heads towards the door, twisting the knob before Harley's pointed words stop her for a second.
"Where do you think you're going? You started this."
"And it's finished, now. I know the truth. That's all I needed."
Her tone remains aloof, but a strain in her voice speaks to a sharp sting that tugs at her heart. She leaves without another word, heading down the hallway to her own apartment.
Sage puts her head in her hands, letting out a long sigh. Madison gently rubs her back, in an attempt to reassure her.
"I told her this was a bad idea..." She mutters, before she musters the energy to get up. "I'll go talk to her. Sorry that this whole thing turned out to be such a mess... I'll let you know how it goes."
She starts to follow after her friend, before stopping for a second. Swallowing down her fear, she gives Ame an apologetic glance.
"Take care, Ame." And closes the door behind her.
Madison, who's been silent during the exchange, however, connects the dots quickly. They stand up from the couch, beckoning Grayson to their side. They look to the couple with concern, but their face doesn't speak to any ill will.
"Even the most introverted of us need company. We're social creatures, after all." Their voice is soft, soothing with cool kindness like a flower sharing its spoils with the bees. "Don't worry, I'll work on putting the food away."
They do just that, letting the two have their space.
Madison's smile glows just a bit more at that, already feeling lighter at Ame's sincerity. "Awww, is that why you two are matching? How adorable! A familiar, grounding comfort, no matter where you are."
"It doesn't need to be super romantic to be worth hearing, anyway. You guys played games together, yeah? It's only natural you try to sync up when you play with someone."
"Oh, we sure did~" Harley chirps, bouncing on her shoes to pull Ame closer by the waist. Nuzzling into her shoulder, affection flooding her chest. "I thought she was a rookie at House of The Dead, but turns out, she's much more competitive than I thought. She dared me to hit on her, and got all fluuuustered when I did~"
"Oooh, how spicy! Did you two get to play against each other?"
"Nah, but we worked together to kill all the zombies! She definitely wanted those points, and I could tell she had fun with the flamethrower. After that, I gave her my pepper spray to be safe."
"I still wish you walked with her, or called a cab, but... at least you're both alright."
"If I remember correctly, you two got into an argument. Harley likely felt guilty, having instigated it in some way. The spray was a peace offering, no?"
"Well yeah, but," Harley pauses, looking to the floor. Uncertainty grips her heart like ice, spikes of fear dangerously close to stabbing through her chest. The last thing she wants is to give her friends more reasons to think the worst of Ame, especially Yuki.
She'd given everyone in the group a general idea of how their relationship developed, but she'd made sure to keep specific details out of it. She'd kept her word, keeping Kangel and any details about Ame's personal life out of the conversations.
As much as she loved Ame, she knew those weren't her stories to share. That's why she wanted everyone to meet in person, after all.
Reminding and affirming herself of her resolve, she squeezes Ame's hand.
"It's in the past, now. We made up by the restaurant."
She turns to her lover with a soft glow decorating her cheeks, ensuring she wouldn't be left out of the exchange.
"The fact that she went out of her way to return the spray, even though she didn't know where I'd be... I thought it was really sweet. Plus, I did get her that ride home, in the end."
Unfortunately, space that was meant for Ame to speak, was instead seized by Yuki. Lying in wait, eyes focused on reading Ame's expressions, body language, before finally deciding to strike.
Sizing up her opponent, before going on the offense. A familiar strategy she's used before, though her calculations were less refined than they are now.
"What were you arguing about?"
"Um," Harley gulps, her previous confidence faltering. The question throws her off-balance, but she decides to be truthful. As much as she can, while guarding Ame's secret. "I found out she was a hater of mine who kept leaving nasty comments, but... that was it. It's been 7 months now, she obviously doesn't do that anymore."
Madison interjects, suspecting where Yuki is steering the ship, and trying to turn back.
"Harley mentioned this all back in January. Given how often they're around each other, I doubt Harley wouldn't know if Ame was still sending her hate."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Yuki remarks, pulling up evidence on her phone.
Shots of every single comment full of vitriol from Ame, at a time before she'd even met Harley in person, are shown through her screen for all to see.
And the final blow, the messages Ame had sent to Harley during her pain episode.
. . .
■ Hacchan, are you awake?
■ hey Hacchan answer me
■ is that it? you're just going to ignore me?
■ Harley if you keep doing this I'm gonna get angry and you don't want to see that
■ I swear to god I'm going to fucking kill myself if you abandon me
■ but not before I dump you
■ please I'm willing to give you another chance if you answer, please
. . .
Sage grimaces, distraught at both the words on screen and Yuki not heeding her prior advice. Madison reads carefully, managing to maintain a neutral face—albeit with furrowed brows, still skeptical about some details.
Harley's heart shatters into her stomach, remembering how she'd begged her to give Ame grace in that moment. Realizing that, while Yuki had held off in order to stabilize Harley, all bets were off now that Harley was in better condition.
"Yuki, you can't do that-!"
Yuki stares daggers into Ame, unrelenting until she's hit a bullseye and cornered her target. An assassin stalking their next hit, searching for sore spots to pierce.
"It's not the first time you've put Harley down. That's the whole reason the two of you met, after all. Though, I suppose the same woman who thinks Harley is 'a fat disgusting pig', an 'ugly cunt', and thinks Harley killing herself would do the world a favor... wouldn't change her habits so easily."
Before Ame can give an answer of her own, Harley is pulling her closer, and she surely doesn't complain, instead taking another bite from her slice to keep her mouth busy, but still either averting her gaze from looking at the rest or…from having to look at Yuki in case she reacts.
Her comfort at the moment was staying close to her girlfriend. She knew that even if Yuki has been a friend of Harley for a longer time, Harley wouldn't betray her in any way, so that's why the streamer can't help but feel safer by her lover's side.
"…the end of that day was rather embarrassing." Because she had a breakdown from the anxiety of the moment, and from having to confront Harley, but to this day she didn't forget about that stupid pepper spray bottle.
It got her to smile, but the fact her friends knew so much also got Ame blushing a little, enough noticeable over her pale cheeks.
"Sometimes the best relationships start from having an argument like that…" Or it's what she wanted to believe, but she was pretty sure and confident that it worked for her this time around, if only because despite everything, there was communication at some point to tackle the problems. Feeling Harley's squeeze to her hand, reassures her that this was still real.
As she's finishing her slice, Ame intends to talk a bit more next, but the fact that Yuki intervenes makes her to almost choke with what was going down her throat. Thankfully, she manages to keep her cool before pressing her lips together, attentive to what Yuki wanted to say, and looking between Harley and her in the process.
But just as she swallows the uncomfortable feeling, Harley gives the details, and while Madison tries to intervene as well to make the situation less tense, it seems Yuki isn't buying it.
And that's…that's what makes Ame close her free hand into a fist.
That was a dirty move, she thinks, although she would've done the same in a different situation, with other people. It simply hits straight to the stomach when she's the victim instead.
Her eyes doesn't open in surprise, but Ame is basically glaring in Yuki's direction with her mouth closed, starting to feel that familiar anxiety building inside her chest. Yet, there's no room to have a panic attack, if anything, Ame could get aggressive if she felt like a cornered animal.
What was she trying to do? Take things out of context without knowing her side of the story when it came to the comments on Harley's phone? Bring up general hate she said months ago while hating on someone blindly and without knowing them?
Ame squeezes Harley's hand tighter, feeling her breathing become heavier, and for a moment, in a bit of desperation, the horrible idea of picking the closest knife to appear more intimidating crosses her mind, but she lets the thought go after biting her tongue hard enough for it to hurt.
Yet, avoiding a thought doesn't stop Ame from letting Harley's hand go in order to personally walk closer to Yuki, almost tempted to grab the collar of the taller woman, but she halts herself and crosses her arms instead, keeping her hands busy that way.
"What? Bringing up the incident when Harley was in pain? And what for? You have no idea of my side of the story or what I was going through at the moment- you know that the moment I saw what was really going on, I felt like a fucking idiot for overreacting."
It was hard to admit it, even more so in front of everyone, but Ame was trying so hard to not lose her mind at the moment, to keep some reason within her, that her surroundings became a little foggy in her mind.
She only had eyes to glare back at Yuki with subtle disgust.
"Why would I even want to insult Harley blindly now? She's my girlfriend, I'm not playing around when I say that I'm serious about this. It may have been the reason we met, but I apologized and I didn't do it again. I'm not that stupid."
Yuki recognizes the combination of anger and anxiety in Ame's voice. A duo of emotions she herself is all too familiar with, and thus more prepared to handle when faced with them.
And she knows full well that if Ame laid a hand on her, the night would quickly go from tense to deadly. Her hands are stained with enough blood that Ame hardly stands a chance.
Harley knows this too, eyes wide as she rushes next to the two of them. She places a hand on each of their shoulders, trying to preserve the peace before one of her best friends and her lover try to kill each other.
"Hey hey hey! Look, that was all the way back in March, and Ame brings me painkillers now! It was my fault for not saying anything earlier, alright? The whole reason you got caught up in this is because of me!"
"I have years of experience caring for you in those moments. Your girlfriend, who you are planning to live with for the foreseeable future, fell to the floor like a wet napkin the second she saw you." Yuki's sharp scowl practically pierces into Ame, remembering the glimpses of her she'd caught. The way she'd sulked to Harley's side, instead of standing tall and strong for her sake.
This is who Harley was intent on committing to? A walking liability? What in the world happened to the woman who didn't hesitate to step in when Harley was drunk? Who got her home without any issue or complaint, even offering her painkillers?
"I saw the razor by the sink. No wonder Harley was afraid to tell you the truth- if she falls apart, you'll just sink with her."
Harley's eyes and heart flare up with fury, as she roars at Yuki. "You don't know her! You don't know the life she's lived, none of you do! She's had to claw her way out of a hell that nobody should have to go through! So back the fuck off!"
Sage stands from the couch, trying to meet Yuki's eyes one more time. Reminding her of the conversation they'd had before arriving here.
"Yu, we talked about this. You were the one who told us to let Ame prove herself. Why are you suddenly changing your mind now?"
Harley tempers the flames of her anger by searching for the friend that comforted her like a sister. When she was lost, hurt, confused, all without thinking any less of her. A warm heart, trapped beneath layers of snow and frost.
"Look, I know you're worried, but this isn't going to end the same way it did for you." Harley takes Ame's hand, squeezing it as she meets Yuki's eyes. "I finally have my happy ending. We finally have our happy ending. Do you really wanna take that from us?"
Even with Harley's insistence, Yuki doesn't budge. Her muscles are still tense, eyes empty only with the sight of an imagined, inevitable tragedy.
Her voice raises, her tone more matter-of-fact, but with no less contempt for Ame. "I think we need to recall the order of events. You met at the arcade, but you didn't get together at the arcade. No, that was the sleepover."
She pulls up another screenshot on her phone, dated the day of Harley's first visit to Ame's apartment.
. . .
Yukiiiiii are you busyyyyyy? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
I'm on break at the moment. What do you need?
Just a question about a term that came up!!
When someone calls someone else their "P-chan" that means theyre talking about their partner, yea? :0
More or less, depending on the context. It's something you'd only say if you're close with someone, such as a friend or family member. Why?
I was just thinkin about using it for a girl I like is all~ ( -∀・)☆
Good luck, then.
. . .
"You wouldn't happen to know why she was asking me this, would you? Because given your history of underhanded behavior, and your little stunt with the Blackout, infidelity wouldn't surprise me."
She narrows her eyes at Ame, stepping closer towards her. Towering over her, voice lowering as she digs deeper into the heart of the matter. Her shadow on its own is tall and large enough to engulf the poor girl.
This wasn't just a search for the truth. This was a test, much like at the restaurant.
"The fact that this 'P-chan' hasn't been brought up by either of you is already troubling in and of itself. But if you were willing to throw away a previous partner so easily... what's stopping you from doing the same to Harley?"
(( guess who updated harley's oc ring? ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ ))
At Ame's response, Harley's shoulders relax. She takes a deep breath, swallowing away any remaining guilt or doubt. The decision to get the two to settle things here and now was hers, after all.
"Exactly. All we have to do is show them that we're the real deal, and nothing will shake us apart. No matter what."
Putting away the cakes and closing the fridge, she pulls Ame close by the hip. Her voice returns to its natural volume, as an energized grin tugs at her cheeks.
"Now come on, let's eat! I've been looking forward to this pizza for days now!"
She bounces over to the boxes, opening them all up. There were three different options to choose from: pepperoni, cheese, and-
"Huh? Maddie, what the hell is this?"
Madison, who's taken to the couch and trying to shoo away an eager Grayson, gives their usual sly smile.
"Why, it's a dessert pizza! You know, the one I'd sent in chat the other day?" They pull out a treat for the boy, letting him munch on it with gusto. "The crust is graham cracker, the coating is chocolate, and... you have melted marshmallows and strawberries for toppings!"
Harley lets out a laugh. "Aahahaha! No fuckin' way, did you order this just to prove it was real?!"
"And so they wouldn't have to eat it themselves."
Madison gasps, putting a hand to their chest. An air of lighthearted drama floats through their voice. "An untruth! I simply wanted to ensure that the group's dessert lovers could have even more tooth rotting goodness!"
Sage huffs, heading over to join her partner on the sofa. Rolling her eyes at their antics, though there's a fond smile on her lips. "I just hope you like sweets, Ame. This one sure doesn't."
"I just prefer a different kind of Strawberry, is all~"
She nudges them as they chuckle, eyes to the floor and cheeks flooding with warmth. "Oh, hush."
Yuki, however, adds nothing to the conversation. At first glance, it would seem that she was simply trying to enjoy her pepperoni in peace. Leaning against the wall by the window, focused on her food.
However, her gaze often lingers towards Ame, returning the look the other woman had given her. Reading her body language, analyzing her, even noticing how she'd softened around Harley.
Familiar, in a way that hurts.
She fumbles with something in her pocket, looking at a small handle, before pushing it back inside. Not tonight, she thinks. At least, if this goes well.
Harley tilts her head at this, pulling up a beanbag chair for herself and Ame to share. "Everything alright, Yu?"
Sage sends her a look, frowning. Her mental plea seems to reach her, though Yuki seems... unsatisfied.
"For now, yes."
Madison clears their throat, figuring they ought to start the conversation off light. "So! Harley's told us quite a bit about you, but there are two sides to every story. You both met at an arcade nearby, yeah?"
"I think it should be obvious by now that we're serious about this…I'm very serious, after all." Yet, to anyone that knew Ame well enough, some could also say that at times she was a little unpredictable and emotionally-driven. Definitely passionate and intense, however, but Harley proved to be able to keep her pace very well.
Now that Harley's hand was on her hip and they were going to return to be with the rest, her eyes opened a bit more when noticing the sweet pizza, honestly enough captivated by the idea and the scent, but also biting her tongue to not go straight for…dessert.
Wouldn't be the first time she didn't eat properly, though.
"Thankfully, I do like sweets." She paused, with a relaxed expression and looking between the food and the ones sitting on the couch, although one of her hands would eventually slide to pick one of the slices of the pepperoni pizza.
For a second, taking a bite makes her forget that she's pretty much surrounded by new people, but catching sight of Yuki from the corner of her eyes had the streamer's heart skipping a beat.
She did try to ignore the feeling, more concentrated in standing close to Harley and making sure she ate the slice without dirtying the floor or her clothes- or making sure Grayson couldn't eat any of this.
It's only as Harley asks Yuki if everything's alright, that Ame looks more directly in her direction, frowning just softly at the response, and having to bite her tongue from giving a somewhat aggressive reaction to that. Instead, she would continue munching until swallowing; expression softening once again when Madison asked about how they met.
"Oh, yeah…we did. Funnily enough I was wearing this outfit that day." She started, only making a brief pause before continuing. Even if it didn't look like it, she was alert and pretty attentive to everyone's body language, tone and reactions. "…it was honestly a pretty awkward encounter at first, I would say."
Because she was pretending to be another person? Giving Harley a fake name? Trying to push her away from the idea that she was KAngel?…yes, to Ame, that was pretty tense and awkward, in a way.
"It's not the most romantic story ever, but that's how it usually is around me."
Madison's smile glows just a bit more at that, already feeling lighter at Ame's sincerity. "Awww, is that why you two are matching? How adorable! A familiar, grounding comfort, no matter where you are."
"It doesn't need to be super romantic to be worth hearing, anyway. You guys played games together, yeah? It's only natural you try to sync up when you play with someone."
"Oh, we sure did~" Harley chirps, bouncing on her shoes to pull Ame closer by the waist. Nuzzling into her shoulder, affection flooding her chest. "I thought she was a rookie at House of The Dead, but turns out, she's much more competitive than I thought. She dared me to hit on her, and got all fluuuustered when I did~"
"Oooh, how spicy! Did you two get to play against each other?"
"Nah, but we worked together to kill all the zombies! She definitely wanted those points, and I could tell she had fun with the flamethrower. After that, I gave her my pepper spray to be safe."
"I still wish you walked with her, or called a cab, but... at least you're both alright."
"If I remember correctly, you two got into an argument. Harley likely felt guilty, having instigated it in some way. The spray was a peace offering, no?"
"Well yeah, but," Harley pauses, looking to the floor. Uncertainty grips her heart like ice, spikes of fear dangerously close to stabbing through her chest. The last thing she wants is to give her friends more reasons to think the worst of Ame, especially Yuki.
She'd given everyone in the group a general idea of how their relationship developed, but she'd made sure to keep specific details out of it. She'd kept her word, keeping Kangel and any details about Ame's personal life out of the conversations.
As much as she loved Ame, she knew those weren't her stories to share. That's why she wanted everyone to meet in person, after all.
Reminding and affirming herself of her resolve, she squeezes Ame's hand.
"It's in the past, now. We made up by the restaurant."
She turns to her lover with a soft glow decorating her cheeks, ensuring she wouldn't be left out of the exchange.
"The fact that she went out of her way to return the spray, even though she didn't know where I'd be... I thought it was really sweet. Plus, I did get her that ride home, in the end."
Unfortunately, space that was meant for Ame to speak, was instead seized by Yuki. Lying in wait, eyes focused on reading Ame's expressions, body language, before finally deciding to strike.
Sizing up her opponent, before going on the offense. A familiar strategy she's used before, though her calculations were less refined than they are now.
"What were you arguing about?"
"Um," Harley gulps, her previous confidence faltering. The question throws her off-balance, but she decides to be truthful. As much as she can, while guarding Ame's secret. "I found out she was a hater of mine who kept leaving nasty comments, but... that was it. It's been 7 months now, she obviously doesn't do that anymore."
Madison interjects, suspecting where Yuki is steering the ship, and trying to turn back.
"Harley mentioned this all back in January. Given how often they're around each other, I doubt Harley wouldn't know if Ame was still sending her hate."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Yuki remarks, pulling up evidence on her phone.
Shots of every single comment full of vitriol from Ame, at a time before she'd even met Harley in person, are shown through her screen for all to see.
And the final blow, the messages Ame had sent to Harley during her pain episode.
. . .
■ Hacchan, are you awake?
■ hey Hacchan answer me
■ is that it? you're just going to ignore me?
■ Harley if you keep doing this I'm gonna get angry and you don't want to see that
■ I swear to god I'm going to fucking kill myself if you abandon me
■ but not before I dump you
■ please I'm willing to give you another chance if you answer, please
. . .
Sage grimaces, distraught at both the words on screen and Yuki not heeding her prior advice. Madison reads carefully, managing to maintain a neutral face—albeit with furrowed brows, still skeptical about some details.
Harley's heart shatters into her stomach, remembering how she'd begged her to give Ame grace in that moment. Realizing that, while Yuki had held off in order to stabilize Harley, all bets were off now that Harley was in better condition.
"Yuki, you can't do that-!"
Yuki stares daggers into Ame, unrelenting until she's hit a bullseye and cornered her target. An assassin stalking their next hit, searching for sore spots to pierce.
"It's not the first time you've put Harley down. That's the whole reason the two of you met, after all. Though, I suppose the same woman who thinks Harley is 'a fat disgusting pig', an 'ugly cunt', and thinks Harley killing herself would do the world a favor... wouldn't change her habits so easily."
Madison tilts their head for a moment, before they shrug and skip over to the pantry. Pulling out plates for everyone, they work on putting two slices on each plate to start. "Not a fan of chats, are we? No worries! Though, I suppose this marks the third introvert of the group. Thank goodness we're here and not at a restaurant!"
Harley rolls her eyes, before she smushes her chest against Ame's arm. "Oh please, I'm verbose enough for the both of us. Besides, you just haven't earned enough Friendship Points to see Meemee at her peak."
"Mmm, 'cause she can bring you to your peak really easy, right?"
"Wh- Shut the hell up!!" She squawks, offended at Sage and Maddie's loud laughter. "And what about you, huh?! I bet you and Maddie nearly broke the headboard last time you went at it!"
"Well, that's why we got rid of it! Wouldn't want to get... ahead of ourselves now, would we?"
Harley groans, huffing and pouting while she looks back at Ame with puppy eyes. Not unlike her own dog, begging for attention.
"Meemee, they're so mean and cruel to meeee! Can you put a curse on them so they shut up forever? Pleaaase?"
She's interrupted by a knock on the other side of the door.
Harley's train of thought comes to a sudden halt, turning around to see the very friend that made her tremble in Ame's hands earlier. She knew she couldn't just have them avoiding each other forever, but seeing her in person again, after the warning she'd given Ame... While she does appreciate Yuki's protective intentions, Harley's choice to stay with Ame is one that she will never compromise. Not when she knows Ame better than anyone in this room, perhaps even better than anyone in the whole world. That last thought makes her heart swirl, in just the right way to give her the courage she needs for this next challenge. Time to make the best out of this mess.
She meets Ame's gaze with a determined shine in her eyes. She keeps her hold on Ame's arm, opening the door for her friend.
"Hey, Yu-chan! Took ya long enough!"
Yuki nods, dressed in more comfortable clothes for the night, holding a container full of different flavors of cheesecake. From regular, to triple chocolate, to strawberry, to caramel, even key lime, all homemade.
She steps in with care, trying not to make any more noise than necessary.
"Hello Harley, Ame," she speaks, her voice still the same deeper cadence as before, though her tone is polite. "I see the others have made themselves comfortable."
"And thus, the party reunites!" Madison cheers, before already biting into their pizza.
Sage waves from her spot on the rug, while Grayson rushes up towards the newcomer, jumping on Yuki's legs.
She closes the door behind her, before letting out a sigh. Reaching down a hand to pet the excited husky, she holds out the cake tin. "Would one of you leave this in the fridge, please? I'd rather not risk the dog knocking this over and getting sick."
"Roger that! Come on, Meemee!" Harley pipes up, taking the cakes and her girlfriend with her to the fridge.
Once they're out of sight, Harley pulls Ame to the side, voice lowering into a whisper.
"Hey, how are you holding up so far? I know this is a lot for you, so I can turn down the music or do most of the talking. If you want, anyway."
Well, if they were at a restaurant, Ame was sure she would handle it just fine -even if she didn't talk much-, but Harley coming up to defend her was cute- enough so that she couldn't help but smile a bit.
Now, the same way she couldn't help but smile, Ame couldn't help but cover her mouth and look away with half-lidded eyes, swallowing a laugh when the next comment came.
There was a certain pride to hold for being able to make each other come fast, Ame thought, but she kept the commentary to herself before looking back at Harley.
"Yeah, you know what? I will curse them later, once the party's over, then we will see who's the one laughing last."
She followed the game until her expression softened and she went back to stare at everyone with the same poker face, at least until the knock on the door came.
Of course, the last person they were waiting for was Yuki, so Ame's heart skipped a beat and she clenched her jaw while her mouth was still closed.
She would've rather waited inside the room, but was pretty much dragged to the door by Harley, who wouldn't let her arm go.
Ah, here they go.
Swallowing, Ame stared up at Yuki as soon as the door was opened, completely ignoring the surroundings for a moment and moving her free hand up to wave politely.
"Hey." There's definitely tension in the air- one that could be cut with a knife, but Ame's relatively relaxed despite it all. Polite enough to not make any unnecessary comments about their last encounter or the threat she received from Yuki.
…that still sent a shiver down her spine.
Her gaze stays for a while onto Yuki, staring pretty intently rather than gazing at Grayson or the cakes, but softens once Harley suggests going to leave the cakes in the fridge.
"Sure, let's go do that."
Once the both of them are out of everyone else's sight and Harley asks, Ame crosses her arms and blinks once, taking a very small breath.
"I should be fine but, I admit it's going to take me a bit to relax more after…what happened that one day." That was a given, but all in all, Ame didn't seem too worried about it. "Relax, though, I came prepared, so I'm sure the tension will go down as the day advances."
At Ame's response, Harley's shoulders relax. She takes a deep breath, swallowing away any remaining guilt or doubt. The decision to get the two to settle things here and now was hers, after all.
"Exactly. All we have to do is show them that we're the real deal, and nothing will shake us apart. No matter what."
Putting away the cakes and closing the fridge, she pulls Ame close by the hip. Her voice returns to its natural volume, as an energized grin tugs at her cheeks.
"Now come on, let's eat! I've been looking forward to this pizza for days now!"
She bounces over to the boxes, opening them all up. There were three different options to choose from: pepperoni, cheese, and-
"Huh? Maddie, what the hell is this?"
Madison, who's taken to the couch and trying to shoo away an eager Grayson, gives their usual sly smile.
"Why, it's a dessert pizza! You know, the one I'd sent in chat the other day?" They pull out a treat for the boy, letting him munch on it with gusto. "The crust is graham cracker, the coating is chocolate, and... you have melted marshmallows and strawberries for toppings!"
Harley lets out a laugh. "Aahahaha! No fuckin' way, did you order this just to prove it was real?!"
"And so they wouldn't have to eat it themselves."
Madison gasps, putting a hand to their chest. An air of lighthearted drama floats through their voice. "An untruth! I simply wanted to ensure that the group's dessert lovers could have even more tooth rotting goodness!"
Sage huffs, heading over to join her partner on the sofa. Rolling her eyes at their antics, though there's a fond smile on her lips. "I just hope you like sweets, Ame. This one sure doesn't."
"I just prefer a different kind of Strawberry, is all~"
She nudges them as they chuckle, eyes to the floor and cheeks flooding with warmth. "Oh, hush."
Yuki, however, adds nothing to the conversation. At first glance, it would seem that she was simply trying to enjoy her pepperoni in peace. Leaning against the wall by the window, focused on her food.
However, her gaze often lingers towards Ame, returning the look the other woman had given her. Reading her body language, analyzing her, even noticing how she'd softened around Harley.
Familiar, in a way that hurts.
She fumbles with something in her pocket, looking at a small handle, before pushing it back inside. Not tonight, she thinks. At least, if this goes well.
Harley tilts her head at this, pulling up a beanbag chair for herself and Ame to share. "Everything alright, Yu?"
Sage sends her a look, frowning. Her mental plea seems to reach her, though Yuki seems... unsatisfied.
"For now, yes."
Madison clears their throat, figuring they ought to start the conversation off light. "So! Harley's told us quite a bit about you, but there are two sides to every story. You both met at an arcade nearby, yeah?"
As Ame's hands squeeze and massage her shoulders, Harley's muscles relax. A sigh shakes out of her system, before a soft smile turns up the corners of her lips.
Ame always did have a knack for helping her slow down.
"Yeah, no one will separate us. Not now, and not ever."
It's not long after that there's a rhythmic knock on the apartment door, followed by Grayson rushing towards the sound, and a familiar voice sing-songing behind it.
"Oh, Amarleyyyyyy~!" the peppy voice calls. "We've come to bestow goods upon ye for allowing us into your humble abode!"
A snort, and a lower voice follows. "You're so unserious. Don't drop the pizza, or else the dog's gonna eat it."
"Noooo, I waited too long in line for this! The land of inconvenience curses me again!"
Grayson scratches and barks at the door, with Harley chuckling at her dog's enthusiasm and her friends' banter. She looks back at Ame, taking her hands and pulling her up to her feet.
"Come on, let's have a good time, Meemee."
Hooking her arm around Ame's, she leads the both of them to the door, stepping to the side to allow everyone in. A bright grin tugs at her cheeks, welcoming everyone inside.
"Well well well, if it isn't my gang of misfits! I guess we weren't the only ones feeling punk today!"
Madison laughs, the scent of the freshly made pizza wafting from the boxes into the apartment. They set all 3 of them down onto the nearest counter, though the last one smells more sweet than savory.
"As they say, great minds think alike!" They bounce back up on their boots, waving to the two. "And hopefully, we've got another great mind joining us today! You must be Ame, yes? Harley's told us a lot about you, but seeing you in person makes this an even more joyous occasion!"
Sage, on the other hand, has taken to petting and playing with Grayson. While she's giving the dog attention, she still speaks to the two nonetheless.
"More like gushing. Ever since you two got together, she has a whole channel in our server dedicated to-"
Harley's cheeks flush red in an instant, as she lets out a flustered laugh. "Aaaahahaha! I don't know what you're talking about! Sounds fake if you ask me!"
"Right, just a hacker." That earns an amused look from her, as she sits on the rug in front of the couch. Finding it a bit easier to speak with some space, she rubs the back of her neck.
She gives Ame a quick glance, before she musters the courage to introduce herself.
"I'm, uh, Sage. The others call me Strawberry, or Berry, but you can just call me whatever. Um, good to meet you."
Ame was starting to relax again when the knocks could be heard at the door- startling the streamer once again and knowing that the time was here.
"Jeez- guess your friends are here, huh?"
While Grayson was at the door, Ame would place a last kiss on top of Harley's head, pulled to stand back up and smiling at her girlfriend's enthusiasm.
The closer she's dragged to the door, though…the more that the streamer would grow nervous, lessened still by her medication, but getting that familiar sensation to churn the inside of her stomach a little.
That delicious scent coming from the pizzas distract Ame a bit for the better, though, who hums to herself until her attention is caught once her name's mentioned.
"Oh…yes. I'm Ame." Her tone is rather…cold, maybe dry from the nervousness of being in front of strangers. A little overwhelming, even, but it's not like she's going to run away or something. In fact, Ame is quick to raise an eyebrow and look at Harley when Sage mentions the channel in the server dedicated to…her? Yeah.
That actually gets the streamer to half-smile in a subtle manner.
It's too late now to try and deny that. Besides, a server dedicated all to her? That's a win for Ame and she feels seen and loved.
Frozen in place, Ame's only capable of looking Sage's way once she sits down on the rug, but she tries to bow a little with her head once she also introduces herself, taking a mental note of their names.
"…it's nice to meet you too."
Even if she was rather closed and shy on her own, Ame was looking all around even if she didn't say much, clearly more focused on learning about Sage and Madie from what she could see than, letting them learn about her.
Although, really, maybe at this point they know a lot about Ame because of the things Harley has shared about her already.
Madison tilts their head for a moment, before they shrug and skip over to the pantry. Pulling out plates for everyone, they work on putting two slices on each plate to start. "Not a fan of chats, are we? No worries! Though, I suppose this marks the third introvert of the group. Thank goodness we're here and not at a restaurant!"
Harley rolls her eyes, before she smushes her chest against Ame's arm. "Oh please, I'm verbose enough for the both of us. Besides, you just haven't earned enough Friendship Points to see Meemee at her peak."
"Mmm, 'cause she can bring you to your peak really easy, right?"
"Wh- Shut the hell up!!" She squawks, offended at Sage and Maddie's loud laughter. "And what about you, huh?! I bet you and Maddie nearly broke the headboard last time you went at it!"
"Well, that's why we got rid of it! Wouldn't want to get... ahead of ourselves now, would we?"
Harley groans, huffing and pouting while she looks back at Ame with puppy eyes. Not unlike her own dog, begging for attention.
"Meemee, they're so mean and cruel to meeee! Can you put a curse on them so they shut up forever? Pleaaase?"
She's interrupted by a knock on the other side of the door.
Harley's train of thought comes to a sudden halt, turning around to see the very friend that made her tremble in Ame's hands earlier. She knew she couldn't just have them avoiding each other forever, but seeing her in person again, after the warning she'd given Ame... While she does appreciate Yuki's protective intentions, Harley's choice to stay with Ame is one that she will never compromise. Not when she knows Ame better than anyone in this room, perhaps even better than anyone in the whole world. That last thought makes her heart swirl, in just the right way to give her the courage she needs for this next challenge. Time to make the best out of this mess.
She meets Ame's gaze with a determined shine in her eyes. She keeps her hold on Ame's arm, opening the door for her friend.
"Hey, Yu-chan! Took ya long enough!"
Yuki nods, dressed in more comfortable clothes for the night, holding a container full of different flavors of cheesecake. From regular, to triple chocolate, to strawberry, to caramel, even key lime, all homemade.
She steps in with care, trying not to make any more noise than necessary.
"Hello Harley, Ame," she speaks, her voice still the same deeper cadence as before, though her tone is polite. "I see the others have made themselves comfortable."
"And thus, the party reunites!" Madison cheers, before already biting into their pizza.
Sage waves from her spot on the rug, while Grayson rushes up towards the newcomer, jumping on Yuki's legs.
She closes the door behind her, before letting out a sigh. Reaching down a hand to pet the excited husky, she holds out the cake tin. "Would one of you leave this in the fridge, please? I'd rather not risk the dog knocking this over and getting sick."
"Roger that! Come on, Meemee!" Harley pipes up, taking the cakes and her girlfriend with her to the fridge.
Once they're out of sight, Harley pulls Ame to the side, voice lowering into a whisper.
"Hey, how are you holding up so far? I know this is a lot for you, so I can turn down the music or do most of the talking. If you want, anyway."
The fact that Ame was even willing to join her and her friends this time around, despite her anxiety and introverted tendencies, makes Harley's heart swell with warmth.
Knowing her friends, and her own history with partners, getting everyone on board with having Ame around wasn't going to be a walk in the park.
But more than anything, Harley loves a challenge, and Harley loves Ame more than anything else in the world. Not even God could pry Ame out of her heart.
She puts her phone in her pocket, taking Ame's hands and giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"Meemee, all of us are weird in one way or another. It's practically a requirement to get into our group. Trust me, some of the things we've been up to would make our neighbors piss their pants."
She chuckles a bit, before leaning up to pull Ame into a tender kiss. Running her fingers through her hair, sliding her arms over Ame's shoulders. Both to relax her, and... knowing full well that there wouldn't be many chances to, once the party starts.
"But they're not going to stop me from loving you. Nobody can, and nobody ever will. And I know you can do this, even if it's scary."
She takes Ame by the hands, wanting to drag her to her room, in a similar way to their very first sleepover together.
"Before that, though, I can't have you hogging all the spotlight, huh? Come help me get dressed, I wanna match you!"
. . .
Upon finally securing her heart hoop earrings, she does a spin around the room in— what she likes to call— her Heartwrecker outfit.
"Ta-daaaaa~! See, just as fresh as the day we met!"
It's then that her phone buzzes, another message coming from it.
donotperceive:
• We'll be up shortly.
Harley frowns, guilt sinking through her stomach. She knew full well that Ame's fear of Yuki in particular, and the animosity between them, was her fault. Even if she couldn't have known that things would spiral the way that they did.
She wasn't thinking at all, back then. But, no better time than the present to try and course correct. Change the trajectory of their relationship— for Ame, for her friends, and for herself.
No point regretting the past, anyway.
Turning back towards Ame, she takes one of her hands, before she uses her index finger to emphasize her point.
"Listen, Yuki's definitely gonna get on you for what happened last time. I know that's because of me, and I'm really sorry that I put you in a tough spot, but... all we can do now is face everyone head on. No matter what, do not let her back you into a corner." Her tone is steady, defiance not directed at Ame, but on her behalf. She pauses for a moment, thinking ahead and searching for the right words.
"Think of her like... a protective mama bird. You know how they like to test their kid's partner, to see how serious they are? It's kind of like that. All we have to do is prove that you're not fucking around."
She cups Ame's cheeks, a determined glint on her eyes, warmth seeping through her palms and lingering on her lover's skin. Even she's shaking, it seems. "We'll show them, together. Okay?"
As soon as Harley took her hands, Ame returned the squeeze, but looked to let her fingers intertwine with her girlfriend's before she continued speaking.
"Right…I guess I'm just overthinking that Yuki probably didn't get the best impression of me." She leaned a little when she felt Harley's arms wrapping around her, though; head tilting without hesitation when the kiss was initiated.
If anything, the streamer tried to hold it for as long as she could while her hands rested on Harley's hips, and once it was broken, she didn't move back too much, wanting to keep that closeness. Almost scared that today's party could separate them or something.
"I think I will survive, though, I've had worse." She would add before being dragged to Harley's room, not being able to hold back a smile whenever she was pulled into her girlfriend's shenanigans.
···
Once her girlfriend was ready, Ame would clap before standing from Harley's bed, where she would've been sitting to watch her change, and even if she's had the intention of pulling out her phone so they could take a selfie, she's interrupted by the buzz in Harley's own device.
She could make an idea of who it was, but Ame tried to not dwell too deep into it. She had to thank her medication for not letting her overreact more than she usually would.
"…I will do my best. I think I've proved since last time that I'm not as bad as I look, no?..." Just thinking about receiving any glares from Yuki made Ame's heart skip a beat, and not exactly in the good sense, but she took a deep breath and bit her tongue, hoping that if there was any kind of confrontation, she wouldn't explode too much in the spot.
Even when she was lanky and not exactly physically strong, she couldn't let Yuki intimidate her, mainly because Ame's overprotectiveness could also shine through.
As soon as her cheeks are cupped, in fact, Ame takes notice of how Harley's also shaking, so she's quick to pick her lover's hands with hers, lowering them together before she lets them go, and moving to rest them on Harley's shoulders instead.
Giving her lover's shoulders a small massage, caressing with her thumbs and squeezing a bit so she would calm down too.
"No one will separate us."
As Ame's hands squeeze and massage her shoulders, Harley's muscles relax. A sigh shakes out of her system, before a soft smile turns up the corners of her lips.
Ame always did have a knack for helping her slow down.
"Yeah, no one will separate us. Not now, and not ever."
It's not long after that there's a rhythmic knock on the apartment door, followed by Grayson rushing towards the sound, and a familiar voice sing-songing behind it.
"Oh, Amarleyyyyyy~!" the peppy voice calls. "We've come to bestow goods upon ye for allowing us into your humble abode!"
A snort, and a lower voice follows. "You're so unserious. Don't drop the pizza, or else the dog's gonna eat it."
"Noooo, I waited too long in line for this! The land of inconvenience curses me again!"
Grayson scratches and barks at the door, with Harley chuckling at her dog's enthusiasm and her friends' banter. She looks back at Ame, taking her hands and pulling her up to her feet.
"Come on, let's have a good time, Meemee."
Hooking her arm around Ame's, she leads the both of them to the door, stepping to the side to allow everyone in. A bright grin tugs at her cheeks, welcoming everyone inside.
"Well well well, if it isn't my gang of misfits! I guess we weren't the only ones feeling punk today!"
Madison laughs, the scent of the freshly made pizza wafting from the boxes into the apartment. They set all 3 of them down onto the nearest counter, though the last one smells more sweet than savory.
"As they say, great minds think alike!" They bounce back up on their boots, waving to the two. "And hopefully, we've got another great mind joining us today! You must be Ame, yes? Harley's told us a lot about you, but seeing you in person makes this an even more joyous occasion!"
Sage, on the other hand, has taken to petting and playing with Grayson. While she's giving the dog attention, she still speaks to the two nonetheless.
"More like gushing. Ever since you two got together, she has a whole channel in our server dedicated to-"
Harley's cheeks flush red in an instant, as she lets out a flustered laugh. "Aaaahahaha! I don't know what you're talking about! Sounds fake if you ask me!"
"Right, just a hacker." That earns an amused look from her, as she sits on the rug in front of the couch. Finding it a bit easier to speak with some space, she rubs the back of her neck.
She gives Ame a quick glance, before she musters the courage to introduce herself.
"I'm, uh, Sage. The others call me Strawberry, or Berry, but you can just call me whatever. Um, good to meet you."
[ starter for @needyraincandy-u ! ]
Harley has been awaiting this day for ages now.
While she had told her gang that Ame was her girlfriend—telling them within a few hours of her and Ame sealing the deal— it was one thing to hear about her. Getting to have some of her favorite people in the world meet in person is another.
Not to mention that visiting from America wasn't exactly cheap, so the fact that Sage and Maddie had agreed to a second trip for the year, just for the sake of getting to meet Ame... it warms her heart, like those nights in her old backyard around the campfire.
Their high school days where they'd walk around town trying new restaurants, roast marshmallows together, make s'mores, tell stories and throwing water balloons at each other.
She misses those memories, but she also doesn't miss the uglier parts of those days. Not to mention that Ame would be a new addition to their usual crew. There was bound to be friction, especially knowing Yuki and Ame's last encounter...
But Harley was determined to integrate her girlfriend even further in her life, one way or another. Ame's been lonely for too long, she thinks.
It's why she's spent the entire time preparing a platter of sandwiches, snacks, and even making a punch bowl from various sherberts, sodas, and marshmallows. That, and roping Ame into helping her grab and arrange ingredients.
A playlist of songs she's compiled fills the room, as Grayson tries to keep one of the fallen balloons in the air by booping it with his nose. Once the last platter of cookies is set up, all that's left is waiting for the party to waltz through the door.
Texts from her friends cause her phone to vibrate, as she finishes pulling her hair up in its usual half twintails.
strawberry_monster:
• we'll be outside the apartment in a few minutes.
silenceofthemads:
• Ehehehe, I wonder how your Moonshine will react to the initiation ritual... you said she's no normie, but this begs the question of what freak flavor she may be~ ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/
Harley snorts, holding up the phone to her girlfriend with a giddy grin.
"Pff-hahaha! Hear that, Meemee? You're getting a certified vibe check from not just your awesome girlfriend, but my amazing buddies too! Your mains in spinoff games, your glitch hunting skills, your favorite soundtracks... all to make sure you're just as messy as the rest of us!"
She laughs, before bouncing closer to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek.
"But most of all... they're all gonna get to learn why I love you so much. Isn't that exciting?"
To say that Ame was nervous about all of this wouldn't be enough- Ame thought she should be used to social situations like these already, being KAngel and all, but this was different. The mask was off and they would be treating with Harley's friends of all people. Friends that she's only known of from the online conversations Harley had with them and…well, then there was Yuki.
Better safe than sorry, the streamer made sure she came here with at least a pair of her anxiety meds in her body. It couldn't be worse than the first time she made her first live, so she had helped Harley with preparing some of the things in order to keep her own mind busy.
Now, though, they only had to wait, so she stood with her arms crossed while looking over Harley's shoulder; tapping her fingers against her own arms and staring at the phone's screen when it was presented to her. Wearing the very same outfit she wore the day that Harley and her met at the arcade the first time.
"Uhm…initiation ritual? Sounds like something only a nerd would do- I didn't know this was going to be a job interview."
Nervously, she let one of her hands idly play with the thin chains of her choker, although, getting her girlfriend kiss her cheek relaxed those shoulders and put her at ease; a deep sigh escaping her lips.
"I'm scared I'll be too weird even for the weirdos. You know what I mean?…ugh…I'm so nervous I think I could explode on the spot."
KAngel as she was, Ame definitely didn't know how to deal with these situations. She was so used to feel out of place that it wouldn't be new if things didn't work out, and yet...she wanted to try, for Harley. Because they were Harley's friends and, honestly, she already gave Yuki the wrong impression the first time, probably.
She needed to fix that, somehow.
The fact that Ame was even willing to join her and her friends this time around, despite her anxiety and introverted tendencies, makes Harley's heart swell with warmth.
Knowing her friends, and her own history with partners, getting everyone on board with having Ame around wasn't going to be a walk in the park.
But more than anything, Harley loves a challenge, and Harley loves Ame more than anything else in the world. Not even God could pry Ame out of her heart.
She puts her phone in her pocket, taking Ame's hands and giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"Meemee, all of us are weird in one way or another. It's practically a requirement to get into our group. Trust me, some of the things we've been up to would make our neighbors piss their pants."
She chuckles a bit, before leaning up to pull Ame into a tender kiss. Running her fingers through her hair, sliding her arms over Ame's shoulders. Both to relax her, and... knowing full well that there wouldn't be many chances to, once the party starts.
"But they're not going to stop me from loving you. Nobody can, and nobody ever will. And I know you can do this, even if it's scary."
She takes Ame by the hands, wanting to drag her to her room, in a similar way to their very first sleepover together.
"Before that, though, I can't have you hogging all the spotlight, huh? Come help me get dressed, I wanna match you!"
. . .
Upon finally securing her heart hoop earrings, she does a spin around the room in— what she likes to call— her Heartwrecker outfit.
"Ta-daaaaa~! See, just as fresh as the day we met!"
It's then that her phone buzzes, another message coming from it.
donotperceive:
• We'll be up shortly.
Harley frowns, guilt sinking through her stomach. She knew full well that Ame's fear of Yuki in particular, and the animosity between them, was her fault. Even if she couldn't have known that things would spiral the way that they did.
She wasn't thinking at all, back then. But, no better time than the present to try and course correct. Change the trajectory of their relationship— for Ame, for her friends, and for herself.
No point regretting the past, anyway.
Turning back towards Ame, she takes one of her hands, before she uses her index finger to emphasize her point.
"Listen, Yuki's definitely gonna get on you for what happened last time. I know that's because of me, and I'm really sorry that I put you in a tough spot, but... all we can do now is face everyone head on. No matter what, do not let her back you into a corner." Her tone is steady, defiance not directed at Ame, but on her behalf. She pauses for a moment, thinking ahead and searching for the right words.
"Think of her like... a protective mama bird. You know how they like to test their kid's partner, to see how serious they are? It's kind of like that. All we have to do is prove that you're not fucking around."
She cups Ame's cheeks, a determined glint on her eyes, warmth seeping through her palms and lingering on her lover's skin. Even she's shaking, it seems. "We'll show them, together. Okay?"
[ starter for @needyraincandy-u ! ]
Harley has been awaiting this day for ages now.
While she had told her gang that Ame was her girlfriend—telling them within a few hours of her and Ame sealing the deal— it was one thing to hear about her. Getting to have some of her favorite people in the world meet in person is another.
Not to mention that visiting from America wasn't exactly cheap, so the fact that Sage and Maddie had agreed to a second trip for the year, just for the sake of getting to meet Ame... it warms her heart, like those nights in her old backyard around the campfire.
Their high school days where they'd walk around town trying new restaurants, roast marshmallows together, make s'mores, tell stories and throwing water balloons at each other.
She misses those memories, but she also doesn't miss the uglier parts of those days. Not to mention that Ame would be a new addition to their usual crew. There was bound to be friction, especially knowing Yuki and Ame's last encounter...
But Harley was determined to integrate her girlfriend even further in her life, one way or another. Ame's been lonely for too long, she thinks.
It's why she's spent the entire time preparing a platter of sandwiches, snacks, and even making a punch bowl from various sherberts, sodas, and marshmallows. That, and roping Ame into helping her grab and arrange ingredients.
A playlist of songs she's compiled fills the room, as Grayson tries to keep one of the fallen balloons in the air by booping it with his nose. Once the last platter of cookies is set up, all that's left is waiting for the party to waltz through the door.
Texts from her friends cause her phone to vibrate, as she finishes pulling her hair up in its usual half twintails.
strawberry_monster:
• we'll be outside the apartment in a few minutes.
madmadsfuryroad:
• Ehehehe, I wonder how your Moonshine will react to the initiation ritual... you said she's no normie, but this begs the question of what freak flavor she may be~ ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/
Harley snorts, holding up the phone to her girlfriend with a giddy grin.
"Pff-hahaha! Hear that, Meemee? You're getting a certified vibe check from not just your awesome girlfriend, but my amazing buddies too! Your mains in spinoff games, your glitch hunting skills, your favorite soundtracks... all to make sure you're just as messy as the rest of us!"
She laughs, before bouncing closer to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek.
"But most of all... they're all gonna get to learn why I love you so much. Isn't that exciting?"
It almost doesn't feel real, that Ame is actually intertwining with her like this.
For so long, most of the people who tried to be this close to her were either playing her for a fool, or just looking for thrills with no strings attached. Even Harley wanted to pretend she was the latter, but in reality, she wasn't as laidback as she'd liked sometimes.
But here is Ame— screaming her name over and over like a mantra for salvation. As if she was pleading to a deity- to Harley- for freedom, for a taste of those pearly gates. And by god, was Harley going to deliver.
While Ame's own orgasm was spurting out, Harley's folds were already leaking and dripping along her thighs. She bites into Ame's shoulder while her girlfriend squirms, both to let Ame lean on her more, but to also satisfy the urge to taste her lover again.
"Aaaah- Ame! AME! Fuck, ohhh- AMEEE!!"
Everything is so bright, it's piercing. Blinding pleasure that could shatter her mind into pieces across the ground, tightly holding on to Ame as they both come down from the last rollercoaster of the night.
"Haaaah, hhnnhh... Ame, uuugghh..."
She sets Ame down on the bed, shuffling to get the harness off with slow movements. Setting it on to the endtable next to them, Harley climbs back in next to Ame. She scoots closer to her, pulling her in for an embrace, resting her head above her beloved's chest.
That familiar, comforting sound of a heartbeat. One that she can feel pounding beneath Ame's frame, just like she can feel hers hammering in her own.
The world is fuzzy, but an undoutable sweetness floats through the air and solidifies this moment as one she'll cherish forever.
Forever, for real.
Harley lets out a sigh, her cognition finally catching up to her. This plan she'd been preparing for weeks now, finally accomplished in one hell of a night. But, as for her performance, well... she'd have to see what the birthday girl thought.
If she was even capable of it right now, anyway.
"Mmmm, Meemee... happy birthdaaaay~♡" She gives a breathy giggle, taking Ame's hand in hers. "Did I do good...?"
Ame and Harley were almost opposites- sure, Ame did have encounters with certain people that only used or hurt her in the end, but for the most part, her whole life has felt hollow and lonely to the point of needing to drown in her own delusions in an attempt to save herself.
Harley on the other hand…had people come and go on her even when she tried, so their meeting in life almost felt like it was meant to happen.
Like the moon finally encountering the sun to form an eclipse after being separated for so long.
The bite on her shoulder as she's coming gets Ame to yelp again, but she doesn't mind it- sending a rush down her spine before she squirms closer against her lover.
"H-HMNGH!~…" She bites her bottom lip, still tense while her body twitches through her orgasm, and even if she closes her eyes tight for a moment, she ends up half-opening them when hearing Harley moaning her name as well.
Even as her body tries to relax, she can feel her heart beating loudly inside her chest; inner walls even still tightening against the toy while soft whimpers get trapped at the back of her throat.
Yet, once Harley sets her back on the bed before removing the harness with care, Ame impatiently waits for her girlfriend to get back with her inside. As soon as Harley scoots closer, the streamer reaches out her arms to wrap them around Harley, tight, and giving her a squeeze before she looks to bury her head near her lover's neck for a moment.
At least, until Harley decides to rest her own head against her chest, inspiring Ame to leave a small kiss on top of Harley's head instead.
For a moment, Ame's incapable of finding words. She wants to speak, but she's breathing so calmly now, so at peace, that it almost felt as if she was going to fall asleep in this little piece of Heaven.
"…what do you think?" She replied in a soft voice, squeezing Harley's hand with her own before she let her chin rest atop her lover's head, now she was the one laughing softly. "Amazing…like everything you do, Hacchan…"
Ame was not the first person who had ever expressed interest in Harley, but she was the first who had ever sincerely committed to her.
Harley knows what she is— a devilish troublemaker who likes to scheme and speculate the best ways to keep herself and her circle entertained. The spirit of a jester, the body of a succubus, and the heart of a blazing sun.
And also, not someone that anyone would ever want to tie the knot with. She was the bad girl, the one parents would warn their kids to never become, lest they feel God's wrath waiting for them at the hour of judgement.
Harley knew she was going to hell, yet couldn't care less. Here for a good life, not a long one.
At least, that's the farthest she's ever let that train of thought go. The more she thinks, the more it hurts. And really, why would she want to be in pain if she can't get anything good out of it?
But as Ame kisses her on the head, and rests on her with a squeeze of her hand, Harley can't help yearning for moments like these to last forever. Maybe she doesn't have to just be Harley the Hustler 24/7. Maybe she can just be.
After all, Harley's managed to expand Ame's horizons with experiences like these. Wasn't it only fair that Ame do the same for her?
Wishful thinking is a hell of a drug, isn't it?
Her heart clenches with an indescribable ache, and she can't figure out what any of what she's feeling means. She's never been good at slowing down, but this tenderness that Ame offers...
She's not sure if this means she's ruined, or she's been saved. It aches all the same.
Ame's laugh distracts her enough, pulls her out of her sea of worries, and holds her close. A genuine smile, one that reminds her that Ame won't disappear when she wakes up. She hopes she never does.
She buries her head against Ame's chest, nuzzling while the sound of Ame's heart lulls her to sleep. The sound of the rain pattering outside, droplets at her window and cold on her tongue, but the sweetest lullaby she'd ever heard.
"I love you," she mutters, a sigh of relief and grief leaving her lips. Clinging to her with all the warmth and need of a woman ruined by the world, finding safety in the moon's shade. Away from the eyes of a world that's ruined her. "I love you more than anything, Ame..."
Harley's felt ecstasy long before she's tried the substance, in blurs of past parties where she'd been desperate to drown out the noise in her head with strobe lights and a woman pressed on the sheets beneath her. Swirls of color flooding her head, lighting up her insides like a match meeting a trail of gasoline. It was no different from the pop rocks she'd plop on her tongue, letting the edible fireworks explode in her mouth just to feel something sweet.
Even those nights where she'd shared an edible or eaten up second-hand smoke from a lady she liked, to let her mind spin and twist like a dizzy dazed dream while avoiding any substantial damage to her lungs. She'd thought she'd seen Heaven before, in those minutes where her mind was nothing more than a landing area for an angel looking to rest.
Those were child's play, compared to this. Compared to Ame.
Ame wasn't just another flash of someone she might've met once from a time long gone, of rowdy yet heartfelt youth looking for another shot of something to make her feel needed. Bright and sparkling, like sharing a lemonade with the sun in her eyes and fire in her throat. Pleasing, but never permanent.
No, Ame lingers. She's snuck her way inside of Harley's mind, made a home for herself there and invited her with that small smile of hers. Full of fondness, of a love that she'd woken up to when her parents would be sitting on the couch together, watching superhero movies that would make them laugh into their drinks. Leaning over their seat and asking them what the plot was, in much of the same way she's been doing whenever she's at Ame's.
"What's on your timeline this time, huh?"
It's this warmth, this pure unfiltered joy at longing no longer. Those same sparks she's known, amplified with rose-colored hues of knowing that she could share highs like this with Ame. Ame, who would still stick around once she's touched the ground again.
The more intense her feelings become, the more relentless her rhythm follows. Her grip on Ame's legs tightens, before she opts to hold her up using the full strength of her biceps. Her arms opt to hold her close in an embrace, as Ame leans against her.
"Gaaaah...! Mmmmn- Ame!" She grunts, grateful that she's packed painkillers in her bag- knowing full well that things would turn wild tonight. Her clit throbs and pulses pure, burning bliss through her blood every time she feels the harness rub against her. Thrusting in and out, right there with Ame as they ascend. "Oh god- OH! Unnnh, aaah! Ame! Ame! I- I love you! I love you! AAAAH!"
It's with a yelp that she feels her first climax begin to wash over her, quickening her pace to bring Ame right up to the peak.
Perhaps today, and with this position, Ame herself would end up more sore than usual. Sure, sex was its own kind of exercise, but Ame wasn't exactly an athletic prodigy.
She didn't care at the moment, however. Instead, feeling Harley's grip tightening on her legs got the streamer to move her hands to her own flexed legs, gripping them where she could be almost in synchronization to help Harley keep them there, and trembling with every thrust to the point she could just melt against her lover.
Her mind could disappear at any moment, but instead it was drowning in thoughts of Harley and the sensations that were helping her get so high in the clouds, flying among angels the same way KAngel did.
"H-HAH!~…h-hmn-…H-Harley-…H-Har-…HMNGH!~" Breaths heavy and filled with need and want, Ame couldn't help but squirm even if she didn't intend to escape. Her body was simply reacting to the continued pleasure until she couldn't hold it back anymore, specially when she could hear Harley and feel her coming on her own.
"H-HACCHAN!!-…H-HAAAHN!~…" She closed her eyes and tightened her jaw rather roughly, but as her body tensed and she arched her back how she could, her jaw dropped back and she let out a louder moan, almost a scream in which she mixed saying the name of her lover out loud a few times, one after another.
She was sweaty, whimpering and groaning while she came all over the toy and the sheets underneath them; head arching and moving to the sides a few times as she did so, almost desperate with how sensitive she felt.
Emotion fueled, she thought.
"H-Hmngh!~…h-ha!~…H-HAH!~…"
Gods, it wasn't just that this stupid toy felt super nice with the texture hitting the best spots, it was also that HARLEY was the one to give it to her…her dear Hacchan. Giving everything she had so this birthday would be unforgettable.
It almost doesn't feel real, that Ame is actually intertwining with her like this.
For so long, most of the people who tried to be this close to her were either playing her for a fool, or just looking for thrills with no strings attached. Even Harley wanted to pretend she was the latter, but in reality, she wasn't as laidback as she'd liked sometimes.
But here is Ame— screaming her name over and over like a mantra for salvation. As if she was pleading to a deity- to Harley- for freedom, for a taste of those pearly gates. And by god, was Harley going to deliver.
While Ame's own orgasm was spurting out, Harley's folds were already leaking and dripping along her thighs. She bites into Ame's shoulder while her girlfriend squirms, both to let Ame lean on her more, but to also satisfy the urge to taste her lover again.
"Aaaah- Ame! AME! Fuck, ohhh- AMEEE!!"
Everything is so bright, it's piercing. Blinding pleasure that could shatter her mind into pieces across the ground, tightly holding on to Ame as they both come down from the last rollercoaster of the night.
"Haaaah, hhnnhh... Ame, uuugghh..."
She sets Ame down on the bed, shuffling to get the harness off with slow movements. Setting it on to the endtable next to them, Harley climbs back in next to Ame. She scoots closer to her, pulling her in for an embrace, resting her head above her beloved's chest.
That familiar, comforting sound of a heartbeat. One that she can feel pounding beneath Ame's frame, just like she can feel hers hammering in her own.
The world is fuzzy, but an undoutable sweetness floats through the air and solidifies this moment as one she'll cherish forever.
Forever, for real.
Harley lets out a sigh, her cognition finally catching up to her. This plan she'd been preparing for weeks now, finally accomplished in one hell of a night. But, as for her performance, well... she'd have to see what the birthday girl thought.
If she was even capable of it right now, anyway.
"Mmmm, Meemee... happy birthdaaaay~♡" She gives a breathy giggle, taking Ame's hand in hers. "Did I do good...?"
It has to be some kind of accomplishment, that Ame can make Harley as excited as this on a frequent basis.
Not even strictly sexually, either. Any time Harley had come up with some outlandish, absurd, or out-of-the-box idea for what they could do for the day, or the things they could talk about, it was rare for Ame to shut her down— if at all.
The only times she did, it was to prevent Harley from rushing into shadier sides of the web, or make any dubious decisions that could put either of them at too great a risk. Even then, Ame wouldn't do so in a way that implied she'd looked down on Harley or loved her any less.
All in spite of the lies her fractured mind would try to spin. They never went away, but became quiet by the day.
Ame may have had that icy front, but with enough warmth, she would make the sweetest steam that made Harley's heart swirl with serotonin delights. Here she is now, "yes and"-ing Harley's shenanigans like their adventures wouldn't end, even with their new routine.
It's this acceptance that puts Harley's worries to bed, and allows the fires of desire to serve as their figurative candles. Lighting up the night like it was just a darker sunset, reserved for the two.
The rush of fondness that nearly overcomes her as she watches Ame, combined with the green light that Ame gives her, she lifts up Ame's legs with care. She readjusts their positions, spreading Ame enough to ensure the strap would slide in with ease.
Having Ame pressed against her like this, even with her girlfriend's tendency to grow cold, always energizes her eager engines. She gives a soft laugh, gripping tighter onto Ame's thighs as she lifts her above her lap.
"Then keep your hands and legs on me, 'cause we're about to take off! Enjoy the ride, moonshine~!"
And with that, she lowers Ame down onto her length, all the while pushing up into her entrance— doing so with enough care that she doesn't shock Ame out of her skin. She nearly manages to get all the way inside, before she begins to pull out... and thrusts right back to where she was.
She gasps at the wave of pleasure that follows, with the harness rubbing against her clit with every movement. But as with any high, Harley can never get enough. It's through this that she builds a steady rhythm, holding Ame up without any trouble as she pounds in and out.
"Haaah, hnnnh, aaAAAAah! Ahaa, Ame! Can you feel me inside?!" She giggles, already feeling the rush of ecstasy race through her blood and form those rose-pink bubbles that fill the world with heated lights. "You're so hot- aaahh! Ohhh, so good- mMmm!! I need more! I need more of you!"
It wasn't even a one-sided thing. Ame too was fueled by Harley in every way possible, not only the sexual one. Because Ame DID love Harley, yes, but she was also the kind of person that could get bored with a routine if it got too repetitive, despite her love and loyalty for the other.
But with Harley…who was always scheming inside her head to come up with new and exciting plans- there was no way Ame would ever get bored.
It was the perfect combination. THEY were the perfect combination…so Ame wasn't going to let go of Harley. They would have to kill her first to do so.
Ame's mind is currently very far from thinking about all these things, however, rather foggy as it's invaded by the situation she finds herself in, with legs spread and resting against her girlfriend, at least until Harley lifts her legs up, to adjust herself and the toy against her entrance.
"Hacchan..."
As usual, this was one of the few times in which Ame grew to be this warm to the touch, a sensation that even to this day, she wasn't exactly used to, but it's not like she cares.
She can feel herself being pretty wet down there, shivering whenever she felt her pussy exposed, and not even hard to handle when she didn't weight much, but it's once she's lowered down onto the toy that the streamer lets out an audible moan mixed with a whine.
And she shivers and trembles, but her insides are welcoming of the length that soon invades her; inner walls needy to tighten around it with each breath, but it's the sudden thrust that gets Ame to moan again.
She lets her body press against her lover's in the process, biting her bottom lip and frowning softly, but ultimately surrendering herself to Harley's rhythm, wanting to be as close as possible while she let her weight rest against her girlfriend.
"H-Hmngh~…H-Harley~…h-hah!~…"
Gods…that toy hits differently thanks to the creative texture, mixed with Harley's own voice, moans and reactions, Ame can't help but arch her neck a little in an attempt to tilt her head to the side, closing her eyes just for a brief moment to take in all the sensations. And boy…with how aroused Ame was, it was safe to assume she was also very sensitive.
"G-Ghhh!~…i-it feels so good…f-fuck!~…I-I'm all yours-…all yours, H-Hacchan!~…"
Harley's felt ecstasy long before she's tried the substance, in blurs of past parties where she'd been desperate to drown out the noise in her head with strobe lights and a woman pressed on the sheets beneath her. Swirls of color flooding her head, lighting up her insides like a match meeting a trail of gasoline. It was no different from the pop rocks she'd plop on her tongue, letting the edible fireworks explode in her mouth just to feel something sweet.
Even those nights where she'd shared an edible or eaten up second-hand smoke from a lady she liked, to let her mind spin and twist like a dizzy dazed dream while avoiding any substantial damage to her lungs. She'd thought she'd seen Heaven before, in those minutes where her mind was nothing more than a landing area for an angel looking to rest.
Those were child's play, compared to this. Compared to Ame.
Ame wasn't just another flash of someone she might've met once from a time long gone, of rowdy yet heartfelt youth looking for another shot of something to make her feel needed. Bright and sparkling, like sharing a lemonade with the sun in her eyes and fire in her throat. Pleasing, but never permanent.
No, Ame lingers. She's snuck her way inside of Harley's mind, made a home for herself there and invited her with that small smile of hers. Full of fondness, of a love that she'd woken up to when her parents would be sitting on the couch together, watching superhero movies that would make them laugh into their drinks. Leaning over their seat and asking them what the plot was, in much of the same way she's been doing whenever she's at Ame's.
"What's on your timeline this time, huh?"
It's this warmth, this pure unfiltered joy at longing no longer. Those same sparks she's known, amplified with rose-colored hues of knowing that she could share highs like this with Ame. Ame, who would still stick around once she's touched the ground again.
The more intense her feelings become, the more relentless her rhythm follows. Her grip on Ame's legs tightens, before she opts to hold her up using the full strength of her biceps. Her arms opt to hold her close in an embrace, as Ame leans against her.
"Gaaaah...! Mmmmn- Ame!" She grunts, grateful that she's packed painkillers in her bag- knowing full well that things would turn wild tonight. Her clit throbs and pulses pure, burning bliss through her blood every time she feels the harness rub against her. Thrusting in and out, right there with Ame as they ascend. "Oh god- OH! Unnnh, aaah! Ame! Ame! I- I love you! I love you! AAAAH!"
It's with a yelp that she feels her first climax begin to wash over her, quickening her pace to bring Ame right up to the peak.
