(Title inspired by the bridge in Heaven Can Wait 🤭)
Off the Wall Era!Michael x Fem!Reader
❥𝒮𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈 ~ Michael is finally home for a sabbatical during the tour, but something about his has changed, making you remind him just how amazing he is 🖤
❥𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈/𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓃𝓉 ~ angst, fluff, established relationship, reader comforting Michael, Michael showing low self esteem, playfulness, not fully proofread, (and a little bit of my “I can fix him” complex on display)
❥𝒲ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝒞ℴ𝓊𝓃𝓉 ~ 4.4k (ik im sorry💀)
You had been crashing at Hayvenhurst for a bit, (unbeknownst to Michael, but of course he didn’t mind either way). You had a key after all, and would just come in when you felt like it. His mother didn’t mind. She loved you, and was grateful for your companionship to her gentler son. His father on the other hand… well, let’s say he wasn’t too fond of your place in his life. You were deemed a distraction, and he didn’t like distractions. You ignored his presence nevertheless, being as though you’d love to see him buried 6 feet under, and if he pushed the wrong button, you’d see to it that it happened.
The house was rather empty now, save for Katherine, who always stayed behind while the boys traveled, so you pretty much hid away in Michael’s room. Eventually after much waiting and longing to see the face you have turned to mush for, the Jackson boys return, grateful for a long awaited rest. You were sleeping, so you didn’t take note of their arrival until hours later, when a hooded and glasses wearing Michael sneaks into his room, shutting the door softly. He’s unaware of your presence at first, but once he takes heed of your gentle snores that he adores, he immediately faces the other way, doing his best to stay inconspicuous. He’s beginning to unpack bags so softly you can hear a pin drop, occasionally flinching if he heard you shift in his mattress, scared of his cover being blown, but one zipper was a bit too loud, eventually causing you to fully awake.
With a groan, you stretch your limbs and slowly open your heavy eyes, adjusting to the atmosphere. Once you’re awake, you see Michael’s silhouette in the setting California sun, facing away while he pretends to put something on a shelf.
“You’re back!” You exclaim in a lazy excitement, stretching once more. “I hope it’s okay that I crashed here.. just missed you and wanted to feel close” You follow.
He nods softly, still not turning to you, and replies. “Yeah… we’re on a break right now since we have a stop nearby.” His voice is calm, but it’s false. His heart is racing inside. “You can stay anytime you’d like.. and I'm glad you did, I missed you too” he finishes, moving around the room and avoiding your gaze. At this point, you can sense that something is off. He seems distant, but you can’t place it.
“Mikey..?” your voice laced with concern, “are you okay?? you seem off.. Did Joe do something?” Michael’s shoulders tense as you start to conjure the explanation, ultimately to no avail.
He doesn’t answer, just shaking his head no and continuing to fake a task. “Then why won’t you look at me.. I haven’t seen you in weeks…” A hurt is laced in your voice, and he exhales shakily, but still no response. A bubbling frustration forces you to rise from the bed, walking towards him. He hears you and freezes in your gaze, head bowing as if he feels shame.
“Michael, look at me…” You try your best to stay calm, but the curdling anger is laced in your command. Michael sighs in defeat and slowly turns, head still lowered. Then you see it. The bandages wrapped around an obviously thinner nose, bruising peaking out the uncovered skin. “Mike…” You start, hand slowly raising to your mouth in shock and slight disbelief. “What.. what did you do..?” Your voice is gentler, but still kissed with concern, stepping closer to examine the procedure.
He seems embarrassed, shy… and hesitates for a moment. “I… well I got into an accident at dance rehearsal so I had to go get it fixed…” he started.. his fingers fidgeting with each other while he tried to hold your gaze though his shades.
Before he could finish his explanation, your hands are reaching for his glasses, pulling them off with the most featherlight touch, revealing more bruising at his under eye.. “Oh Mikey.. what did you do..?” you whisper, brain trying to wrap around what you are seeing.
“Well I.. i figured since I have to get it fixed, why not get a nose job.. make my nose a little smaller…” he confesses, eyes finally meeting yours like a puppy who is accepting its scolding. “It’s.. nothing crazy they just…. didn’t make my nose look so big anymore.” He shrugs it off like it’s just a small issue he has, knowing it is so much more for him.
You just stare, still trying to possibly understand why. “Michael why… why would you want to make your nose smaller..?” Genuine concern and confusion is evident in your tone and demeanor as your head tilts to the side. “Your nose is beautiful, why would you want to even-“ but you stop yourself. You know exactly what.. well exactly who placed these ideas in his head, so you force yourself into a deep breath, and continue to listen.
He shakes his head and shrugs. “Was just.. too big I guess.” He admits half heartedly, and leaves it there. “It’s no big deal… let’s just leave it alone ok?” He takes a deep sigh and reaches for his glasses out of your hands, making your eyes land there for a second before following his movement. “I missed my girl..” His voice floats in the air like a kiss, gently landing in your ears. “Cmere..” He grabs your hands and attempts to pull you forward, but you sort of hesitate, making his hold loosen and his eyes drop in defeat..
“Sorry.. sorry i’m just.. out of it you know.. groggy and stuff” You shake your thoughts away, allowing him to pull you into his embrace. “Hi…” You bring your gaze back to him, forcing yourself to ignore the caution tape blaring at the center of his face.
He takes another deep breath, this time of relief and smiles. “Hi darling…” His lips press to your temple and you melt instantly, running your hands under his shirt to his upper back, resting your head on his shoulder. He shudders at the sensation of your cold fingertips, making his embrace around you tighter, placing gentle kisses wherever he can reach.
A soft sigh escapes your lips, the breath dancing on his neck and ghosting his collarbone. His kisses become playful, eliciting a giggle out of you. “It tickles” you mumble with a smile, as you squirm in his embrace, burying your face deeper in the crook of his neck. He continues, hands playfully roaming your body. “Mikeeyy..” his name rolls off your tongue in a sing-song tone.
“Hmm..?” He coos, pulling away and looking into your eyes. The sight of him makes your heart sink again, but you swallow the big lump in your throat that is threatening to question further. In its place, you feign a smile, moving to him for a kiss, hoping to melt your thoughts away. He meets you there, the connection of your lips gentle, like an “I’m happy to see you” sentiment, before growing needy, tongues not yet exploring. It’s surface level, an innocent kiss, like the two of you are relearning each other. The taste, the scent, the feeling. “Missed you so much, pretty girl..” He breaks away to whisper, an intimate declaration between the two of you.
A smile creeps on your lips as you place a quick peck to the corner of his lips, faces barely an inch apart. “Really?” You raise a brow, asking playfully unconvinced. He nods, going back in for another kiss, this time more feverish, tongues finally breaking through into each other’s warm mouth. A gentle moan escapes from your chest, encouraging the innocently ravenous boy to explore you in depth, his kiss becoming increasingly needy. You join in, finally letting everything melt from your mind, but he hisses after your noses cross paths harshly, pulling away with a jerking motion that forces you back into reality.
He notices your guilty face, trying to break from the pain to tend to your concerns. “No.. no hey it’s okay.. it was an accident.” He comforts, trying to bring you back to the moment, but it doesn’t work. You walk away, making your way to the mattress to sit, hands running through your hair. He stands still, just watching you process.
After a beat, you look over to him, a sullen expression painted on his face and you sigh.. “You’re being too hard on him, regardless of your shock.. he needs you right now..” you think to yourself. You reach your arms out, gesturing to him. “Come here.. lemme see..” You command gently, and he hesitates again. “Michael. Let me see.” You repeat, a sternness threatening to take over. He mimics your earlier movements, running a hand through his hair, but eventually walks towards you, meeting you on the bed. You reach to turn on the bedside lamp to counteract the growing darkness caused by a disappearing sun, then sit cross legged to face your lover, and he follows.
His eyes avoid yours, but he grabs your hands, fidgeting with them like a child. “I'm sorry..” He whispers in concession, and your heart squeezes. You shake your head in negation, but he continues. “I'm sorry I shouldn’t have.. shouldn’t have…” but he’s not entirely sure what he shouldn’t have done, so he lets it trail off.
You take a hand from his grasp, and cusp his cheek, guiding his eyes into yours gently. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Michael but… what made you want to do this, like the real reason.” You ask and he tries to look away but you stop him. “No.” Is all you say, and he nods.
“My nose is too big… just makes me look ugly..” You can hear the lump in his throat, threatening to manifest into tears. “I figured, since I broke it, maybe it was my chance to.. to fix it, so that they’d love me.” He sighs, his eyes becoming glossy but he refuses to blink, refuses to cry in front of you.
“They? Who, Michael?” Your voice lowers, running your fingers gently through his hair. He leans into your touch, gently pecking it before responding.
“My fans.. I have to be perfect, they deserve it. They’re my family.” That tear finally breaks free, his hand immediately going to wipe it but you catch it before he can, letting the tear fall. You simply kiss the place left damp by his sadness, silently telling him that it’s okay to cry. That he doesn’t need to hide… not from you. As you pull away, he attempts to meet your lips with his, but you pull away, not allowing him to avoid the conversation.
“Mm-mm” You shake your head, you hold him in place, not allowing him to hide. “You don’t need to be perfect for anyone, Michael.” A reassuring tone, trying hard to hide the sadness that you truly wanted to convey. “You are so beautiful, you didn’t have to..” Your hand gestures to the bandages as you gathered your thoughts. “Didn’t have to do this Mikey..” Your voice is lowered, attempting to coax him, rather than scold him. “You’re so so beautiful, and I hate whatever made you feel otherwise..”
He flinches at your compliments, “You don’t have to lie to me.” He whispers, hiding away as more tears spill.
“I have never lied to you Michael..” you pause, a smirk forming as you cock your head to the side. “Well, except that one time when I told you all the ice cream was gone but I really just gave it to Janet.” A soft laughter escapes the fragile boy in front of you as he meets your gaze again.
“There he is.” You coo, leaning in close to him, cautious of contact to the fragile space. “There’s that handsome smile”. Your lips place a featherlight kiss, an affirmation to the tip of his tender nose. His eyes shut softly, a gentle sigh brushing against your skin from his nostrils.
You pull away and see his cheeks flush with a red that could paint roses. Silence fills the room for a split second that feels forever, but Michael breaks it with a heavy confession “I feel… really inadequate sometimes.” He confesses, holding onto your hands for comfort. “I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough. No matter how much I practice, change, whatever, I won’t ever be satisfactory.”
Your heart sinks at the confession, seeing the boy, who works harder than anyone you’ve ever known, think this way about himself. “Oh my heart..” Is all you can say, but you wrap your arms around him, pulling him to your chest where you tenderly place his face.
Immediately at contact tears stream as his sobs shake his body and yours. He holds you as tightly as possible, like you’ll soon realize he isn’t good enough, the pressure squeezing your ribs. You hold him, allowing your fragile lover to expel his sorrows, his doubt, his fears, placing gentle kisses to the crown of his head.
“It’s okay.. its okay baby I’ve got you” you reassure him, hiding the pain in your voice as your own tears trickle down. “I’m not going anywhere.” The reassurance makes him grip you tighter, almost suffocatingly.
It's all overwhelming, you had never seen Michael break down like this before. So vulnerable, so… broken. The sensation of snot and tears drenching your t-shirt made you cringe, but you push past it, knowing that you’re comforting the most important person in your world. That you’re showing him that he can be himself to you, that he can feel this way with you.
Eventually, after what feels like a sacred eternity, he calms down, taking a minute to catch his breath. His head still rested on your chest as you run your fingers lightly across his scalp, the tranquility forming an idea in your mind.
“Michael?” His name leaves your tongue like honey for a sore throat, and he pulls away, looking at you with puffy eyes.
“Yes?” His voice is raw yet small, much more tender and devastatingly sweet.
“Can you change into your pjs and grab two flashlights for me?” Your request puzzles him and he hesitates.
“Flashlights?” He sniffles. “What for?” Curiosity peaks through his defeated tone, the infliction making your heart form a smile.
“I’ll tell you once you bring them okay?” A playful and promising voice laced in your statement. “And bring a towel and wet cloth. Lemme help clean your face.” You suggest, wanting to keep the moment intimate.
He rises slowly off the bed and begins to rummage through his things, searching first for some slumber pants that he quickly changed into, then your requested items. You watch in admiration, the lighthearted Michael making his way back to the surface.
“Found one!” He exclaims with a soft proudness, voice carrying to your ears like a cloud. He sets the first light under his arm as he searches for another, eventually finding it. He clicks them on and off to test their power, and makes his way back to the bed, placing them in your hand before he leaves to dampen a cloth.
A moment passes and he returns, one dry and one wet cloth in opposite hands. “Alright lemme see the wet cloth.” You direct, lightly patting the spot beside you for Michael to sit. He obliges, giving you the rag and you gently wipe away the secretions of sadness he expelled earlier.
In the areas closer to his surgery, you tenderly pat it, leaving the ghost of a kiss before moving to a new spot. You finish by drying the areas down with the dry cloth.
“Ok..” you start, moving to place the rags in the laundry that’s lightly scattered in the corner of his room. “Let’s go to Neverland.” You whisper, holding his hands as you lock eyes with him, exhibiting a whimsy for him to mimic.
“What-“ he starts, but you’ve already snatched a book off his nightstand before shutting off the lamp, leaving the room pitch dark. He looks around bewildered, but you’ve already hidden beneath his covers to notice. You flicker your flashlight once, the click echoing in the room as you allow it to shine through the blanket and he laughs.
“Mikey, come on!” You giggle, and he quickly joins you, flashlight in hand as he meets your face beneath the comforter. “There’s my Peter Pan.” The nickname he’s adored leaving your mouth makes him smile so wide.
“This is silly” He says through a cheese, but you shake your head.
“Nope! No such thing in Neverland.” Your face is riddled with wonder, only to be described as innocent. “Nothing is too silly here. This is our world. You, and me.” The way you say it makes him feel so large, so important but in a different way.
“You and me?” He asks, wanting to ensure you mean it. You grab his hand, placing a kiss to the palm.
“Just you and me.” The confidence and love in your voice melts his real burdens a way, even for just a little while. “You don’t have to be anyone here.” You drop your voice to a whisper. “Not Michael Jackson, not the most famous guy in the world, not the man shoved into public scrutiny..” You pause for a beat, and his eyes flicker away. Your plush lips kiss his temple, drawing him back to you. “Right now, in here with me, in our Neverland, you just get to be Michael. My Mikey, the kindest boy, and my favorite person in this whole world ok?”
He nods. “Okay.” He surrenders, allowing himself to just be Michael.
“Good.” You respond, handing him the previously acquired novel immediately after. “Can you read to me?” You ask, and his eyes light up. Of course he would. He loved to read.
“Of course.” He examines the book, titled “The Neverending Story” while you adjust yourself so you’re laying on his chest, his arms engulfing you while his hands open to the first page. When you both get settled into a comfortable position in your secret hideaway, legs intertwined in an innocent intimacy, you place your flashlight on the page and begins to read.
Every so often, he plants a gentle kiss to your crown, returning your earlier sentiments. The moment lasts, his voice and storytelling enthusiasm pulling the both of you into the pages. Eventually your eyes grow heavy, the flashlight starting to droop with your arm.
“Getting sleepy?” He mumbles, and you just nod, burying yourself deeper into his chest with a grumble. “Alright, angel.” The flashlight falls limp in your grasp, and he grabs it with a touch as light as a feather before placing it and the novel on the bedside table, careful not to shift you too much.
He sits for a minute, watching your chest ride and fall at a steady pace, watching the way your body makes a rhythm that you only trust him to hear. As he observes, you adjust, trying to be impossible closer to him. He laughs at the attempt, his hand running up and down your back, feeling the rhythm in his palm.
“Mghhm.. good night, Mikey” A deep sat exhale leaves your lips, your brain fully shutting down for the night.
“Goodnight.” He says in response before letting sleep overtake him. “Thank you for this. For letting me just be Michael.” he trails off before his eyes follow the influence of yours, your resting breaths a symphony of peace, bodies tangled in one another as the night settles.
…Dawn…
The morning sun peers through the blinds and curtains, red slits projecting on the floor of the bedroom. After hours of a much needed, intimate slumber, Michael is up first, watching your soft breaths. His slender fingers comb through your hair, running down your side when he reaches the nape, then back up again.
He’s humming some tune, probably concocting his next masterpiece when your eyes flutter open, taking in the domestic sight.
“Morning sleepyhead” he coos, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. You smile, letting it absorb into your skin like a memory. As you adjust to your surroundings, you see the bandages, pulling you back in.
You don’t say anything at first, just gazing at it before you take your middle finger to gently run it along the bridge of his nose, the touch so light, he wouldn’t even know it was happening if he wasn’t watching.
He flinches, but you don’t pull away. “Does it still hurt?” You ask, voice a low velvet sound, pulling your hand away as you finish the path down the rearranged nose.
He shakes his head. “No… was just anticipating it to.” He confesses, his lazy eyes tracking your fingers as the rest on his chest. “Doctor says it will be a while until its fully healed but, pain will go away gradually.” His sleepy, informing tone elicits a nod from you.
“Michael..” You start, his eyes meeting yours at the beckoning. He wraps his arm around your waist, a gentle grip hooked on your shirt.
“Yes angel?” The sugar that coats the name gives you a rush, but you keep your head composed.
“Don’t ever do anything like this again…ever.” Your eyes gesture to his nose, then meet back to his. “This is it. Don’t ever do anything to your handsome face, or your body, anything from here forward.” Your tone leaves no room for silliness. You’re serious, even with how tender your voice is.
“Baby-“
“Promise me” You cut him off before he can protest. “Promise me right now, Michael.”
A defeated sigh meets the air, and he just nods. “Ok.. I promise.” It’s a mumble, which you refuse to accept.
“Say it so I can hear you.” You urge once more, maintaining eye contact to connect your souls, to not let him hide from you.
“I promise.” The conviction in his second attempt made it sacred, made it true. “But what if..” His eyes squeeze shut, his grip on your tightening “What if they don’t love me anymore?” The desperate question made him look so small, so fragile, and it made your chest squeeze.
“Michael, you don’t even have to ask that” You reassure, letting your hand caress his warm cheek, bringing him back into the space shared between you two. “Those people out there, outside of those four walls,” a pause lingers, your hand pointing off for emphasis, “are obsessed with you, Michael” A laugh follows your words, and he chuckles softly too, face getting rosy and the thought. “Girls and guys alike, losing their minds over that special, handsome, sexy boy.” You tease, poking playfully at his ribs, his body coiling in response, giggling at the sensation.
A silence lasts for a beat, a millisecond even. “But even if they weren’t, you are so, so loved Michael.” You emphasize, eyes narrowing to ensure your point is resonant. “The people that mind, who will lose love for you because of what you look like or who you are, they do not matter.” A tear pools in his gentle brown eyes while a tiny quiver forms in his lips.
You notice, and you immediately go to kiss it away. “It’s okay. It's okay.” The affirmation so strong that he nods, a silent display of understanding. “At the end of the day Michael, when you come home and rest your head at night, when all the stardom is over, you still have all the love, the real, unconditional love, right here..” You grab his hand and place it on your chest, right where your heart beats, especially for him.
“You promise?” He whispers in desperation, his deep brown eyes looking to you with a plea, a need to be seen. “Promise that you’ll still love me?” He sniffles, wincing at the sensation it makes on his nose.
“Cross my heart, hope to die.” Your fingers make a plus-sign motion over your chest, as if making the statement a sacred ritual. “Anyone would be crazy not to love you.” Your faces grow closer, making your lips ghosts the words across his. “And I’m not crazy… well, sometimes” You joke, the breath of laughter escaping both of your bodies.
“You are a little crazy.” He retorts, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “But as long as it’s just for me… I can turn a blind eye.”
“Deal.” Your lips curl before you rest your head on Michael’s chest, his arms wrapping around you as you both take in the feeling of each other. The room is silent, the birds outside adding an almost orchestral ambience to the morning.
The silence grows loud, so you lift your head and face him, grabbing both sides of his face.
“Michael Joseph Jackson, aka, Michael, aka Applehead, aka Mikey, aka the sweetest boy on the planet,” you list all your sentiments to him, making his face shift to a beet red.
“Yes?” He asks through a shy smile, but you don’t answer at first. Instead your lips press gently to the tip of his nose.
“You are beautiful,” A kiss to his temple, “You are wonderful,” A kiss to his forehead, “You are incredible,” and finally, a lingering kiss to his lips that he returns, holding you there, savoring you before you pull away. “And I love you so, so, so, so, so, so” a kiss planted randomly to his skin after each so, making him erupt into laughter “so, so, so, so much.” You finish, looking him in the eyes. “You are already perfect, just the way you are.” That final praise lingers in the air, allowing itself to be tattooed into his brain and he nods in understanding.
“Just the way I am.” He repeats with bashful confidence.
“ I love you too.” He smiles, pausing for a beat then smirking. “So, so, so, so, so, so much” His giggling lips meeting your skin after every “so” just as yours did his.
As you playfully cry out “mercy!” in protest to the ticklish kisses, just loud enough for him to hear, his slender arms pull you into him and you both melt.
An intimate laughter coats the room as you let yourselves be pulled back into your sacred Neverland once more.
he was such a sweet soul I wish he knew just how special he was as just Michael
Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt [Full Version + Part 1 due to Tumblr text block limit]
• Takes place after the occurrence of the film [2024 ver. with Reneé Rapp]
• Some mild changes made to some elements of the story
• This is the entirety of the prompt/instalment, as promised!
• There will be more!
!TW: Being stuck in a toxic relationship, insult(s), mention of previously being kidnapped, implied suffering from PTSD + Depression + Separation Anxiety + Anxiety in general, mention of previously being abused (physically and verbally) + injury detail, jealousy, mention of divorce + poor relationship with family/family members, elements of self-doubt + presence of self put-downs, panic-attacks/mention of them, swearing, presence of weaponry, threat(s), suicide attempt(s) + suicidal intentions + consideration, implied/mention of previous elements of homophobia, mention of having nightmares linked to trauma, drug-taking (medication), mention of substance abuse (alcohol addiction), mention of miscarrying, breaking up, sense of drowning - if I’ve missed any, let me know!
Birds’ Eye View/Heart’s Desire
“Are you done, or-?” You inquired, raising your eyebrows, after Regina threw another line of insults at you; you’d told her to rant, seeing she needed it, but…
“No,” she answered, without hesitation, even though she appeared a little exasperated, wincing, before she looked away from you, and sighed heavily, knowing she shouldn’t get you involved with all that was currently frustrating her following her recent arguments with her boyfriend, Shane Olman, especially when you didn’t even know him, and hadn’t ever talked to him, only a recent student at Northshore High School, managing to take on Senior Year after you’d been expelled from your last school. “Yes,” she added, barely audibly, and you would appear surprised, not expecting such an answer from her as you tilted your head partially, a pained as well as skeptical expression on your face; you didn’t want her to feel as if she couldn’t talk to you about all that was burdening her the way you feared she did, hoping against hope - however - at the same time, that she had instead managed to clear her mind a little, until she crumpled, and looked up at you again with a hurt look on her face before she said ‘no’, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it before. “N-No, I’m not, I-.. I’m-..” She shrugged, before awkwardly bowing her head, and you would nod gravely, smiling sadly over at her, before you timidly inched closer to her to gently squeeze her shoulder, prompting her to express relief, her heart skipping a beat, before she glanced up at you again, and felt strong enough to continue just by having her gaze lock with your own in the best way possible. “I hate you,” she spat, her gaze never leaving your’s, whilst you couldn’t help, but smirk in her direction, amused though you knew you shouldn’t be, but it didn’t stop your heart from aching as you wondered who had hurt her the way you could tell that they had, before she’d come back to your Uncle’s ranch with you. “Y-You stink, and I hope an air conditioner falls on you,” she added sharply, clearly through gritted teeth, whilst you appeared taken aback - of all things you thought she might say, that was one of the least you’d been expecting to hear, but it still made you have to fight back a giggle regardless of how it had shocked you, at first, “okay.” She drew in another shallow breath, before releasing it through her nose like you’d told her to, just to try and calm her down when she’d almost broken one of the mucking up shovels you and her had been using to tidy up the horses’ stalls here. “Okay, I - I think I’m-.. I think I’m done, now,” she stated, and you would almost feel disappointed, though at the same time of course you were relieved to know that she seemed at least somewhat relieved, now that she’d slung out yet another insult in your direction, though she wasn’t directing anything of what she meant toward you; she couldn’t.
The thought startled her, just for a moment, as she winced again, and forced a smile in your direction, trying to hide that such a small thing had flustered her the way nothing else ever had before.
“That’s good,” you stated, and she would hesitate, before nodding, and smiling softly over at you, this time the smile was genuine; it was hard not to allow the corners of her lips to curve upward whenever she was around you, “that’s always good - so-.. are you ready to talk about it, now?”
She would appear taken aback by your question, her smile faltering a little, before she awkwardly cleared her throat, and nodded slowly, though you could tell she was reluctant to discuss what had been happening between her and Shane recently.
“I guess,” she answered, and you would smile warmly back at her, glad that she felt able to talk about such things with you - it even made you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside, like a sense of pride was washing over you in response to your hope that she seemed to trust you, just as much as you trusted her, and somehow had ever since you’d first met her that day; the day she’d first been sent here by her mother to distract her, and take her mind off of the tense situation between her and Shane, before you’d even started at Northshore High. “But - if we’re gonna talk about it,” she began again, and you would tense up for a moment, wondering what she might be about to say, next; you were always terrified that maybe something bad would happen - that maybe she would up, and abandon you, though you couldn’t imagine why. You always put such dread up to how you’d been kidnapped, and abused the way you and, a few years ago now; you were quite young when it happened, and the nights you’d spent screaming and crying had never left your mind, especially not at night, where your nightmares were at their most vivid moments. For a moment, you remembered your kidnapper coming in to kick at your side for how you’d tried to call your home, after successfully sneaking out of his basement, but that wasn’t the worst of the punishment; he spent every night after that breaking each and every one of your fingers, and he would have moved onto your wrist, or toes, if the police didn’t locate you when they did. You winced at the memory, but you wouldn’t let her see the pain in your eyes as you bowed your head, before she could lock eyes with you again, making her heart sink a little as soon as she realised she wouldn’t be able to lock eyes with you again, if you didn’t lift your head the way you had, before, trying to act as if you were distracted by the next pile of dung you were shovelling up at your feet. “Can we do it whilst we’re mucking up, l-like we are, now?” You appeared taken aback again by her request, forgetting your previous thought as you looked up at her again, forgetting how to breathe for a moment whilst she silently admired your eyes without even realising that she was, trying to tell herself that it was just because it made sense to make eye contact right now, rather than glance down at your lips, or just down at the ground when you were both in the middle of a conversation the way that you were, or had been, now.
You appeared skeptical again, once you’d recomposed yourself, and could finally breathe again, as soon as you remembered how your lungs were supposed to work, ever since you’d been born a few years ago, now.
“I don’t know,” you answered warily, prompting her heart to sink, and eyes to darken a little; it made something ache within her for a reason unbeknownst to her to see that you still didn’t seem to trust her with the shovel, but she guessed she understood after she’d been wielding it the way she had earlier, wanting to either break it or smack someone over the head with it whilst she’d been thinking about her and Shane’s recent argument. It was seeing the hurt on her face - even if it were only there for a moment - that made your heart cave in, as you - without hesitation - took up her shovel, before holding it out to her, and forgetting how to breathe all over again as you waited for her to take it from you. “Here, of - of course we can,” you reassured her gently, a little breathlessly, but you tried to hide that you couldn’t breathe as you tried not to watch her hand as it inched closer to your own, before she accepted the shovel from you, and couldn’t help, but allow the pinky finger of her left hand to brush against the back of your own, prompting your heart to stutter, and you to tense up again as a makeshift spurt of electricity seemed to run down your arm - something you’d never felt before. You wondered if she felt it too, noticing the dazed expression on her face, making your cheeks heat up as you hastily looked away from her again, though you longed to keep your eyes focused on her, and only her, despite your not knowing why you’d even had such a reaction to her skin touching your own the way it had, for a split second.
“Thank you,” she replied, once she’d been able to find her voice again as she smiled timidly down at the ground beneath her, “that was-.. really brave of you, considering.”
You lifted your eyebrows again as you glanced over at her, confused by her praise, but still you couldn’t keep the smile from your face as your eyes glinted a little over at her, prompting her heart to skip a beat again as soon as she felt your eyes upon her, encouraging her more than enough to glance up at you again, her eyes not hesitating to lock with your own as you both faltered in place for a moment, staring over at each other as if nobody else existed anymore, besides you two, right here, right now.
It took her more strength than it ever had before to stay stood where she was, seeing herself in another universe inching closer to you, whilst she lifted her right hand up to your left cheek, only making her heart begin to pound a little as you warily glanced over at her, your heart skipping a beat, almost as if you were picturing the same thing as she was, hardly breathing, just like she was, stood before you, before her eyes darkened, and she awkwardly cleared her throat again to break herself from her previous daze, as well as you from your own as you silently cursed yourself, before digging up at the muck again to try and clear your head somehow, only to fail miserably as soon as you felt her hand upon your shoulder.
“Reg-” You spluttered out, before you even knew her name was slipping from your lips, but before you could continue, she pressed on, determined to show you that she meant everything she told you, whilst she knew you silently doubted some things about yourself, though you’d not even told her her about what had happened to you, when you were younger, and felt more hopeless than you ever had before.
“I meant it,” she cooed, gently squeezing your shoulder as you timidly glanced up at her, wishing you could breathe normally again, whilst at the same time you were terrified of losing the way she made you feel, whenever she was with you the way she was, now, “you’re the bravest girl I know.”
You tried not to shudder, your eyes threatening to fill with tears as a lump began to form within your throat, only making it harder for you to not break down in front of her as you forced a shaky smile in her direction, before bowing your head again as soon as small tears began to form within your eyes.
“Bravest, huh?” You mused, and she nodded hastily, not hesitating at all because she meant every word, and knew she always would. Being hit by a bus the way she had last year had made her feel different; more grateful, of everything, as well as everyone, around her - for a split second, whilst she was unconscious, she swore her life had flashed before her eyes, and it made her feel guilty for almost everything she’d ever done - well, everything, until now.
“You - mean a heck of a lot to me,” she expressed, and you would appear taken aback again, your heart skipping a beat, before you glanced up at her again, and wondered why your heart felt as if it were being squeezed even though at the same time it felt as if it were currently soaring with every word she shared with you, and you’d reacted in similar ways ever since you’d first met her, and began to feel alive whenever she was with you the way that she was, now, “you always have, e-ever since I-.. y’know, got to actually know you, and talk to you, and that’ll never change, I promise - you know that, right?”
“I know,” you reassured her, your voice briefly trembling, prompting her heart to squeeze alongside your own as she frowned, and carefully eased you into a hug whilst you melted into her embrace, and wouldn’t hesitate to return it as you buried your face into her left shoulder, feeling safer than you ever had before as you subconsciously drowned within her sweet scent in the best way possible.
“Good,” she returned gently, “I’m glad.” You both fell quiet for a moment as you tried to recompose yourselves, before she held you at arms length blissfully, her eyes glinting alongside your own. “So,” she chimed, and you couldn’t help, but giggle softly whilst you carefully brushed away any remaining tears, “should we continue mucking, or-?”
You smiled warmly at her, before nodding, and taking up your shovel again, as if she hadn’t had you almost breaking down completely within her arms a brief moment ago.
“I’d love to,” you replied, brighter than she’d ever heard you before, prompting her heart to jump alongside your own as she smiled sheepishly back at you, evidently glad to see that you were happy again, now that she’d admitted to you that you were more than what you thought you were to her, before, “as long as you’re still up to talking about whatever you wanna talk about, as we go?”
She tensed up again, remembering Shane, and the fight he and her had had, earlier today, and for a moment you regretted more than anything bringing up the situation, until she smiled reassuringly over at you again, and nodded, before taking your free hand within her own to soothe you even more, indirectly making your heart pound faster than it ever had before as you tried not to glance down at her fingers intertwined with your own, whilst also silently praying that she couldn’t hear what was currently going on within your chest.
“Always,” she answered, and you would express relief, your expression softening, before you glanced down at the ground again, your cheeks heating up even more than they ever had before, “but before that - where should we start?”
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“So he lied to you, about the whole thing?” You mused, a hurt look on your face as you and Regina slowly walked side-by-side, her head bowed, and your eyes dark whilst you tried to ignore how your blood was boiling at the thought of her boyfriend, Shane, disrespecting her like that, hurting her the way you could tell that he was, even now that she was away from him, trying not to think about all that had taken place between them both recently, when things had seemed like they’d be okay the end of last year, before she and him had begun the senior year at Northshore High together, alongside you.
“Yep,” she murmured, and you would frown, glancing over at her for a brief moment whilst your heart ached alongside her own, something she never thought she’d feel before, until now, as she silently begged for a distraction that would end this conversation, and bring on a new one.
The sun was going down - slowly, but surely. The last of the birds out were singing, her looking around for them subconsciously as if she were recently only just discovering each and every one of them around her, after the accident had changed her last year. A thoughtful expression crossed her face, a barely audible sigh of awe escaping her whilst she admired the area around her - your uncle did seem to own quite a bit of natural land; a few acres, at least, beyond the stable.
You couldn’t help, but smile softly in her direction as you admired her in the new light, tilting your head partially. It was almost like a breeze; like something new had hit you harder than it ever had before; like you were seeing every new for the first time, just by being with her. Your heart skipped a beat, and you hastily averted your gaze before she could look back in your direction, and lock eyes with you, prompting your heart to sink as you wished for a moment that you could have met her gaze, but you were terrified of her seeing the evident effect she seemed to have on you, without either of you knowing what it was, exactly, during this blissful moment in time, away from the hustle and bustle of civilisation. Regina was almost glad, to say the least, that her mother had sent her here just for the time being, until your uncle decided that he needed no more stable hands, but she guessed she’d always have you at the school, right?
Before she had time to acknowledge the silent dread forming within the pit of her stomach, you gently took her right hand within your briefly shaky left one, prompting her to forget how to breathe for a moment as she tensed up, and her legs stopped moving beneath her, her head turning on its own toward you before she could even direct it to do so, as if she were no longer controlling her body for a moment, and was watching the pair of you from somewhere else; at a birds-eye view.
Actually, she ventured that such a thing wouldn’t be so bad; to be up high, with the birds that were currently singing from somewhere up in the trees around you both, the odd one or two or even three taking off to either continue their birdsong somewhere else, or depart to their nests wherever they were for the night, alone, or with a family to keep them company; chicks, mate, or a flock. It struck her, eventually, that it was unusual for her to be having such thoughts; she wasn’t used to it, still - the way you made her want to continue her change, after the bus had struck her last year. She knew the old her would probably never bother to acknowledge such a natural scenery, nor would she even notice how this light seemed to make your eyes glint in a certain way.
She winced again, realising she had been staring back at you for a few seconds too long, before she awkwardly cleared her throat, and mustered up the only thing she could think to ask, right now, without having her voice tremble, or having herself get lost completely by all that was around her right now, though she wasn’t completely opposed to waking up to such a scenery each day, you included, somewhere within that dream, in what position she wasn’t quite sure, yet. She still couldn’t put her finger upon it; where you stand, to her - what she felt around you was completely new; like fireworks in the ocean, or particles of snow forming a perfect layer upon lava.
“You okay?” She inquired, her voice barely audible, and you would falter, realising you’d not spoken yet, before you nodded hastily, and smiled timidly back at her whilst your cheeks began to feel as if they were heating up again.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, I just-..” You sighed, before looking away from her, and begrudgingly releasing her hand, not sure what had even prompted you to want to hold it within your’s for a moment in the first place as you tried to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling you were currently experiencing within your chest, as long as she were beside you the way that she was, now.
Regina could tell that you were struggling to find the right words to say - of course she could, so she decided to help the only way she knew she could, right now, inching closer to you somewhat as she looked around at the scenery again, smiling softly as she did - it all felt like some hidden paradise she never even knew existed, before now, and she guessed it didn’t surprise her to find that you were included in such a place as this.
“It’s really pretty, here,” she stated, and you would subconsciously relax, beside her; your body tensing up less in the corner of her eye as you drew in a barely audible sigh of relief to her right, glad that she’d changed the subject before you could falter completely beside her the way you feared you soon would, the way that things had been going recently, “peaceful - I can’t believe I’ve never been here, before.”
You slowly nodded beside her, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the guilt you felt, bringing up Shane again the way you had earlier, after she’d told you about all the fights they’d been having recently, whenever she weren’t here, with you, or was with her friends back at Northshore; you weren’t really used to being around them, yet, so when she was with them, you were either in the library, or outside, writing underneath one of the trees on the hill, unless you were bunking completely - you never really cared about your education, especially after you’d been kidnapped and abused a few years ago, now.
What your kidnapper had done to you had just made you feel like nothing mattered anymore; you hated, or distrusted most things; you only ever felt anything that wasn’t negative when you were with Regina, or the horses your Uncle owned, specifically Firenze, and Felicity, two Friesians that had been here since they were foals. You’d always dreamed about watching them grow, and you would have been able to, if it weren’t for the man who’d taken you the way he did when you were smaller.
You tried to stop thinking about it, turning to face her subconsciously, and the sight of her was enough to clear your head; enough to get you to blurt out exactly what you were thinking, right now, until you knew you should stop.
“I’m sorry,” you managed, your voice weak, and close to a whisper, prompting her heart to sink, before she glanced over at you, her eyes darkening; she just wished you’d stop putting yourself down for things she believed you shouldn’t put yourself down for, especially after all that you’d been through, yourself. She didn’t know yet about the kidnapping, but she knew that you came from a broken home - just your luck, right? You’d had to sit up most nights before you were taken; before the divorce, listening to your parents shouting at each through the walls, but you never understood what it meant that they were doing so, before one night you’d seen your mother packing up her things, and shortly after that bottles of beer appearing around the house. You’d never been more glad to have been put up with your Uncle, instead, by the police, though you still felt guilty sometimes, wondering what was going on with both your father as well as your mother, not that either of them had treated you as well as you thought they had, before, naive to what was going on around you when you were younger, and less aware of the tricks the world seemed to play on some unfortunate people for the fun of seeing them suffer under the clouds it tended to bring down upon them quite often. “I shouldn’t have brought him up again, I-.. I’m-”
“Y/n, don’t,” she interjected gently, making to hold your hands reassuringly within her own, but you would shake your head hastily, before stepping back; you couldn’t let yourself get away with it; didn’t want to get away with anything like that, anymore, as you continued, a little more shakily, worrying her above the pain she was experiencing ever since you’d moved away from her the way you had, a brief moment ago, now. You were beginning to panic a little, that much she could tell, and she couldn’t let it consume you any further than it already had, knowing what would happen, if she did, and she wasn’t ready at all to see you have a panic attack the way she already had once before, when she’d found you sobbing uncontrollably and shaking in the corner of the stable, a few paces away from the inside and outside arenas here for the riding students that tended to come here sometimes, herself included, as a reward for being a stable hand here alongside you, as well as the others.
Neither of you tended to talk to them as much as you spoke to each other; they seemed a little more awkward around you both, neither of you were sure why - it was probably because the owner of the place was your Uncle, and she was hanging out with you a lot of the time; they didn’t want to do or say anything that might get them kicked out of the place. You fought back a shaky sigh, trying not to break down in front of her again as you subconsciously wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to tell yourself that it wasn’t as bad as how your kidnapper had hurt you; you wouldn’t be punished like that again, but it didn’t seem to help much.
“You see, I - I don’t have much of a filter,” you mused, your words almost stumbling over each other as she tried to slowly get closer to you whilst you spoke, and were distracted, “and when I do, I still don’t know much of what I’m doing, and I’m sorry for that; I should have thought about it, before I said it, and I hate myself for it, I really do, I-”
Before you could even process what was going on in your head, your heart racing, and tears clouding your vision, Regina’s arms were around you, and you fell quiet in an instant, your head clearing up again whilst you melted subconsciously into her touch, small tears leaking from your eyes as you slowly returned the hug, not sure what to make of anything anymore. All you could think about now was that she was with you, holding you, and for a moment you wondered if this was the safest you’d ever felt before.
You had so much to thank her for, smiling softly against her shoulder as you stared ahead of you, but the words were stuck in your throat; you didn’t want to move; didn’t want this moment to change as you subconsciously clung to her black jumper, and silently begged her to never let go of you - not again.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she cooed, her voice soothing you in an instant as she rubbed your back using her right hand, the circular movements leaving your skin feeling as if it were thrumming with electricity beneath your t-shirt with every touch, and you felt hopeless in a way, but this time it wasn’t linked to anything like fear - you only wanted more moments like these, more than you’d ever wanted anything else before.
It started off as an idea; you pictured the lights of the distant city against a dark sky, her arms around you almost like they were, now, before it became a picture you longed to witness, first hand, with every part of your being, your heart almost calling for it, and it didn’t take long at all for you to give into it, begrudgingly holding her at arm’s length, before the words so easily slipped from your lips before you could even process that they were doing so:
“Can I show you something?” You blurted out, and Regina appeared taken aback by your request, but she couldn’t say ‘no’ - it never occurred to her to do so, even when she was stood before your motorbike, and there was a glint in your eyes that she’d never seen before.
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It felt like you both were soaring out of your Uncle’s riding centre, before a few seconds had even passed; like you were flying, without having a bird’s wings to do so. Neither of you spoke for a little while; Regina was silently admiring the distant lights of the city, as well as the near corn fields and occasional rabbits that ran alongside you both on the fields. You didn’t have the heart to interrupt her, occasionally glancing back at her, and smiling warmly as her eyes lit up at the sight of something new, only when you could; you didn’t wanna get her into an accident, not much caring about yourself if ever anything happened to you, but if anything happened to her…
You drew in a barely audible sharp breath through a wince, subconsciously slowing the motorbike down even more, though the road was often quiet the way it was, now, a rare car passing by you both every now and then, followed by a lengthy silence that seemed to stretch out between universe after universe. This was the life - if only it could stay like this, forever.
“This is nice,” she mused, perching her chin upon your right shoulder, prompting your heart to skip a beat as a dazed expression crossed your face for a moment, and you were glad it was being hidden by a helmet, worried that you might soon begin to blush again for a reason unbeknownst to you. You wondered how things had got even better; that she was so close to you, and already had her arms wrapped around you, obviously just as a safety precaution - you tried not to make anything of this moment, though it did make your heart pound uncomfortably against your ribcage somehow, to the point you were scared she might be able to hear it, but you assumed she couldn’t as she didn’t mention it, prompting you instantly to express relief, but you tried not to relax too much, reminding yourself that you were still responsible for her right now more than ever, and that you were still in control of your motorbike, no matter how much you wished you could just revel completely in the moment alongside her, without being fearful of how you could possible lose, or hurt her somehow, if ever you slipped up any minute, now - any second, even.
You kept your gaze firmly upon the road ahead, tightening your grip on the handles whilst she continued to look around, wondering how she’d never done this before, especially not with someone like you. Sure, it was similar to when she was driving her car, but this felt different in more ways than one. She snuggled even closer to you - just because it was getting cold, she tried to tell herself; it didn’t mean anything, though she could feel somewhere deeper inside her that she was wrong, and that scared her more than anything else ever had before. This was all so new, and something she never thought possible; she’d had feelings before, of course she had, regarding Shane and Aaron, but they’d never been this intense.
Even the crushes she’d had on other women (that she tried to ignore and excessively deny), had been ones that didn’t last as long as she thought - and sometimes feared - they would. A bird swooped past you both, but you wouldn’t let anything startle you, not if it meant that she could be put in danger by your recklessness if you let something distract you like that almost did.
“You okay, back there?” You inquired, your voice barely audible, as if you were afraid to even speak right now for her sake, your gaze never leaving the road again as you swerved a little to the right to allow another stray car to pass by peacefully - this was nothing like how you’d drive, if you were alone, that much you knew, above anything else right now.
“Yeah, you?” She called over the incoming wind, and you would appear taken aback by the question; you still weren’t used to someone else actually caring about you, you guessed.
“Yeah, I - I’m-” Your voice cracked for a brief moment, and you couldn’t help, but curse yourself for being so pathetic around her. “I’m okay,” you managed, eventually, and she would smile softly down at you, evidently glad to hear that as you’d been quiet for most of the ride, now, just too focused on trying to protect her to the point that it was unnatural; obsessive, to others, most likely, but you didn’t care; you couldn’t take any risk that could cause her demise.
“Good,” she replied gently, almost in a voice close to a whisper as if she were still afraid of what you’d think, if you heard her response, though she wasn’t sure why, all these new feelings leaving her with a headache due to the conflict going on between the two sides of both her heart, and mind. She clung on a little tighter to you to subconsciously provide comfort to herself, as well as you; she’d never seen you this quiet before, finding herself even missing your voice as another few minutes passed, with you not daring to muster up another word to her, even if it was just to ask her if she were okay; ask her if she liked the view; all the lights; the glittering stars above you both. “I’ve never seen you this focused before,” she admitted, and for a moment you faltered, swerving a little before you tightened your grip again, and re-centred your motorbike, but she wasn’t scared, only secretly glad that she’d achieved a reaction out of you the way she could tell that she had; you’d been so firm all this time, only now to let that foundation break if only just for a second the way it had, “you’re committed.”
You subconsciously grimaced, but tried not to let it get to you, though you knew she meant well, and in part, it was true; you were committed to protecting her, but just her, as well as the last few presences on the earth who had actually treated you right, but you couldn’t feel the same way toward the rest of the souls you’d met, so far, even though you’d only been alive for a few years, now.
“I guess,” you replied, and she would raise her eyebrows, wondering why you seemed to tense up beneath her touch only now, but she didn’t blame you, knowing you’d been through what nobody should have to go through at such a young age, your parents fighting all the time the way that they were, before they divorced, and your father started drinking - if only she knew about the kidnapping, too, before she continued; the kidnapping had always been the thing that especially provoked you the way it did, whether it broke you down to be reminded of what had been done to you, or it made you reckless; drove you to drink, yourself, or even suicide attempts, direct, or indirect on a count of reckless driving, or substance abuse - it just made you ache and burn in overwhelming ways that you couldn’t ignore everything it made you want to do, whenever you were reminded of what happened the nights you spent crying and screaming for someone to help, only for help to come when so much of you had already been broken inside, mentally and physically. You never intended to bring her into your pain; to get her involved with any of it, but something switched within you, and it always got to a point that you couldn’t hold anything back anymore - not until it was already too late for you to do so.
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“You are,” Regina insisted, smiling subconsciously over at you as she admired your facial features without even realising that she was doing so, “you just don’t wanna admit it, right? The world, even if it hurt you; you wanna stay committed to it, somehow, in whatever way that you can-”
“I could never commit to something that never did anything good for me,” you uttered, and she would appear taken aback, a pained expression on her face as she nodded gravely, and regretted bringing it up in more ways than one, your eyes darkening as you scowled ahead of you, before slowly revving up your motorcycle, bringing it to accelerate even more as she winced, clinging onto you even more whilst you proceeded to turn another corner sharply, narrowly avoiding an approaching car.
“Y/n-”
“You wanna know how I feel about the world?” You questioned, and she would falter, finally appearing worried now as you accelerated even more somehow, something she never thought you would do considering you’d been so careful, up until this moment in time. “This is how I feel,” you spat, sharply revving the motorbike again as you leaned even further forward, and before Regina could even react; could even try and talk you out of what you were doing again, she noticed the broken fence you were both approaching, leaving open a dangerously close cliff-edge, and she knew what you were intending on doing more than you yourself even did.
“Shit,” she managed, first, before returning her widened gaze to you; her eyes full of nothing, but sheer dread as she gently shook you, desperate to try and stop you from continuing the way that you were, “Y/n, stop! You - You can’t do this; you’ll kill us-”
“We all fucking burn in the end,” you interjected sharply, your voice more dangerous and firm than she’d ever heard it before, but she never let go of you, regardless of what you were directing her as well as yourself toward right now, but before you could drive the motorcycle beyond the broken fence, you quickly swerved it a few paces before to the side, just about stopping the two of you before the wheel could go over, a pained expression crossing your face whilst Regina breathed heavy, and fast; she’d never been this scared, before - well, scared, and elated; only you had done things to have an effect such as this on her, and for some reason unbeknownst to her, she never wanted it to stop. “Get off,” you uttered, just as she made to say ‘I’, surprising her, as well as dejecting her as she subconsciously shook her head, and made to protest, only for you to continue in an even sharper voice, making her heart ache even more somehow, “get. Off, Regina.”
She couldn’t help, but scowl over at you, before nodding, and forcing herself to let go of you so she could dismount your motorbike, no matter how much her heart longed to remain close to your’s. She knew she should hate you, right now, but it was the sadness in your eyes that made her falter, her heart aching silently alongside your own - she couldn’t hate you; she just couldn’t, she cared about you too much to, maybe even loved you too much to, not that she knew what that meant yet; whether she loved you just as a friend, or as something more.
She drew in a barely audible shaky breath, still trying to recompose herself as she inched closer to you, and hugged herself, trying not to show that it was hurting her - how you were treating her, now, as if she meant nothing to you even after all that you’d both already been through together, recently.
“Y/n-”
“I can’t,” you murmured weakly, and she felt even worse when she heard your voice cracking, “I - I just-.. can’t, okay? I need to go-”
Her eyes widened again as she hastily shook her head; she couldn’t believe you’d just leave her there, without any explanation at all as to why you’d reacted to her assumption the way you did.
“But-”
“Reg, please-”
“You can’t just leave me here, Y/n,” she retorted, and quickly blocked your way before you could move your motorcycle anymore than you already had, a brief moment ago, now, “I need you; you’re the one who brought me here, remember?”
“You can walk, can’t you?” You reminded her harshly, but wished - as soon as the words had slipped from your lips - you could take them all back, your heart aching excruciatingly as you bowed your head, small tears threatening to cloud your vision. “You don’t need me to take you anywhere-”
“I do,” she contradicted, and you would sigh heavily, before bowing your head a little, knowing you should at least try and make something up to her, after what you’d already said to hurt her without even intentionally doing so the way you had.
“Then-.. let me make it up to you, at least,” you requested, evidently nervous as you fidgeted with your fingers subconsciously, your eyes full of worry as well as guilt behind your helmet, “please?”
Regina hesitated, not sure what to do, now - a part of her wanted nothing more, than to say ‘yes’, whilst another made her feel as if she should just go back home; give you some space, after what had happened a brief moment ago, but whenever she had such thoughts a cloud seemed to pass over her entire being, leaving her feeling empty and dejected inside - she hated being away from you, but she knew as well that she should get back, really, to avoid worrying her mother; during the journey, she felt that her phone was buzzing repeatedly, and she forgot until now that she’d promised she’d be back in time for dinner, and it had almost been a couple of hours or so passed that expectation.
“I don’t know-”
“Reg-”
“I want to go home, Y/n,” she decided, begrudgingly, and you would fall quiet, your frame drooping a little subconsciously in response to her interjection, but you couldn’t blame her - you’d probably hate you, too, if you were in her position, right now. “Not back to your Uncle’s ranch; not back onto any other road we haven’t been on - I want to go home,” she repeated, “my home, okay? Can you do that, without almost killing us both, or-?”
“Okay,” you answered, after swallowing painfully, but the lump in your throat didn’t go away, and Regina would reluctantly avert her gaze, a pained expression on her face as she climbed back up onto your motorcycle, before making to put her helmet back on, “I’m not a monster, by the way.”
Your words took her aback as she stopped what she was doing, for a moment, subconsciously lowering the helmet as she glanced up at you, her eyes full of the guilt as well as concern that she was currently feeling for you, right now; she’d never intended to make you feel that way, about yourself, especially not after all that you’d been through, ever since you were born a few years back - not when she thought the complete opposite about you, without you even knowing that she did, and had ever since she’d first met you, not too long ago, now.
“I know,” she reassured you gently, but you couldn’t let it go; couldn’t give in, not without her knowing that you never meant to hurt her, and never could; that you loved her too much to; that no matter what the future held for you, you could never let your past change you in a way that threatened her life, the way you almost had shortly after the ride had begun, not too long ago, now.
“I mean it, Reg, I - I’m not-”
“You don’t need to prove anything to me, Y/n,” she cooed, lifting her right hand up to your right shoulder, prompting you to falter, and fall quiet instantly as you revelled in her touch, smiling softly as you glanced down upon her hand holding your shoulder, making you feel warm and fuzzy all over again as if the pain had never been there in the first place, just because she was there with you, and holding you again the way you loved to feel her doing so, and had ever since you’d first met her a few months ago, now, or was it longer? You hardly had any sense of time anymore, now that she was with you. You tried not to sigh, more relaxed than you’d ever been before, until she withdrew her hand, and you began to feel empty again, trying desperately to cling onto the feeling, before she continued gently, soothing you all the more whilst she put her helmet back on again. “You know that, right?” She asked, wanting to hear you tell her that you did, and you would hesitate, glancing back at her timidly for a moment, before you smiled faintly, and nodded, trying to appear firm and confident again to reassure her further as you recomposed yourself, before answering in a makeshift stronger voice simply the word ‘yes’, prompting her to smile warmly back at you, glad, before she returned her arms around your waist, mustered up a sleepy ‘good’, and you began to rev up the motorcycle again - if you wanted to get her home to a not-so-furious scolding from her mother, you better do so quickly, right?
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As soon as you pulled into her mother’s driveway, you began to feel empty again, knowing you’d both soon be departing from each other for the day. You smiled sadly back at her, before pulling off your helmet, and helping her off of your motorcycle.
“H-Hey, do you - can - can I walk you to your door?” You inquired, and she would appear taken aback, as well as a little flustered by your request, her eyes glinting a little whilst blood rushed up to her cheeks for a reason unbeknownst to her - she assumed it was just because it was cold again, but it terrified her to know that she was lying to herself, somewhere deep inside her; the part of her she didn’t like to show too often, until recently, after the bus had hit her last year.
“Er,” she began awkwardly, finding she couldn’t meet your gaze for a moment, whilst you tensed up and waited anxiously for her response before her, “sure, I - I don’t see why not, so.. yeah, c’mon.”
You appeared relieved, your eyes brightening up again as you smiled sheepishly over at her.
“Okay!” You replied, maybe a little too brightly, before you timidly offered her your right hand, prompting her heart to skip a beat, before she accepted your hand, and smiled softly over at you, trying not to appear dazed as soon as she felt the electricity passing between your and her hand, through both your and her arm, not even stopping as you began to walk slowly side-by-side, not wanting this moment to end for the world, but she guessed that was a luxury neither of you would ever be able to achieve, considering the way things had been ever since you both had been born, a few years ago, now. Time doesn’t stop for anyone. You frowned, averting your gaze down to the ground for a moment as your eyes darkened, and heart sank alongside her own as soon as you both had reached her door. “So,” you began begrudgingly, before turning to face her, and managing a faint smile back at her whilst she gently squeezed your hand in an attempt to provide comfort to you as well as herself.
“I guess we should-”
“There you are!” Another voice sounded out after the door began to open, prompting Regina to wince, before she hastily withdrew her hand from your own, prompting your heart to sink even more as you hastily looked away, and awkwardly shuffled upon the spot. “What did I tell you about dinner, and going out late, young lady?” Mrs George questioned - at least you assumed it was her mother; you’d seen her a few times before with Regina, but you’d never really spoken to her before, and certainly had never been this close to her before, making you feel awkward as she’d probably never seen you and her daughter together like she had her other friends.
“Jesus, mom, it’s only been a few hours since I left-”
“You left school at three, and it’s now-” She glanced down at her watch, before hastily returning her gaze to Regina. “Seven in the evening, almost eight - where have you been?” She questioned, and she would have continued, certainly appearing as if she were about to, before her gaze fell upon you, and she would wince, managing to smile awkwardly as well as apologetically over at you. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” she mused, before appearing a little puzzled as she looked you over, realising that she’d never really seen you before, until now, and didn’t know you as well as she did the others, “er - Regina, honey, is this one of your friends?”
“Y-Yeah,” she answered, trying to disguise the pause with a faint cough; she wasn’t sure why it felt strange to call you her ‘friend’, as well as why it flooded her with guilt a little to notice the pained expression on your face in response to her description of you, “she is; you’ve not met her before, but-.. she’s one of the other stable hands at that riding centre near here; her Uncle’s the owner of the place.”
“Is that right? Well, it’s nice to meet you, erm,” her mother paused for a moment, awkwardly holding her hand out for a moment, “sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Y/n,” you managed, your voice faint, and close to a whisper; you were evidently nervous, “Y/n L/n.”
Mrs. George smiled warmly over at you, and you would hesitantly shake her hand, smiling awkwardly back at her, before you averted your gaze once the hand-shake was over, evidently afraid of doing or saying something wrong if you stayed any longer than you already had, now.
“Do you go to Northshore, too, sweetie?” She inquired, and you would tense up, realising she was talking to you again, before you nodded, awkwardly looking over at Regina as if you were afraid that that was the wrong answer, though it was far from being something wrong when you were going to Northshore alongside her, after you’d been kicked out of your last high school.
“Yeah, she - she does, she - she’s also starting senior year,” Regina explained, and Mrs. George would appear surprised; she couldn’t believe she’d never noticed you before, if you were starting senior year here the way you were said to be doing so, “she moved here, from another school - t-that’s why you, y’know-..”
“Right,” Mrs. George replied, things making at least somewhat more sense to her, now, before she seemed to remember something, and secretly winked over at Regina for a reason unbeknownst to her, prompting her daughter to wince, and appear a little flustered again, looking away before either of you could tell that such an effect was currently being had on her, right now, because of her mother’s evident assumption, “hey, would you like to stay for dinner? There’s a lot left, because missy here said there would be company joining us tonight, until none of them showed up - you’re very welcome to!”
You hesitated, not sure, as you awkwardly stepped back, and smiled apologetically back at Regina’s mother; you weren’t sure you were ready for doing anything like that, yet - social company that didn’t involve you and Regina being alone together wasn’t something you were used to, or much comfortable with, even if Mrs. George seemed to be keen on having you stay the way that she was, for Regina’s sake as much as her own; she just wanted to see Regina happy again considering all the fights she’d been having with Shane recently, and by the looks of things she could see that you seemed to have a certain effect on her daughter that she found hopeful, as well as actually kind of adorable - you seemed to naturally click together, and she wanted to keep that going, somehow, hoping it would prompt Regina to drop Shane, somehow, whether it led to you both being anymore than you were, now, or it just kept you being close friends the way that she could tell you currently were.
“I’d love to, b-but-”
“She’s gotta get back and help her Uncle with the horses,” Regina answered, seeing that you were struggling, prompting you to express relief, before you smiled faintly back at her mother again whilst Mrs. George appeared a little disappointed, before nodding gravely, and returning a reassuring smile back at you, only relaxing you even further as you warily glanced back toward the motorbike, and fidgeted a little with your helmet.
“Right, sorry,” her mother responded gently, “I’ll let you get on with that, then, but if you ever want to come back and stay for a bit, you know where we are, right?”
“Right,” you reassured her, before timidly smiling back at the both of them, “thank you, Mrs. George - see you tomorrow, Reg.”
“See you,” she returned a little dismally, before you pushed yourself to begin walking back toward your motorbike, whilst Mrs. George appeared skeptical, mouthing ‘Reg’ as a question to her daughter, but Regina wouldn’t acknowledge her, slipping by her mother into the house once you’d begun to pull out of their driveway, but it wasn’t long before you’d hear her voice again, shortly after you’d got back, and were trying to get to sleep - not long at all.
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“What was that?” Mrs. George inquired, after closing the door, and Regina would wince, reluctantly looking back at her as she stopped upon the first stop of their home’s staircase up to the second floor.
“Nothing,” she answered, but her mother didn’t seem convinced, worrying her a little as she looked away after rolling her eyes, “it was nothing, I swear; she’s a friend, mom - that’s all there is to it-”
“You know it’s okay, right?” She continued, gentler, this time, and Regina would falter, glancing back at her with a pained as well as puzzled expression on her face.
“Mom-”
“You can have feelings for her,” she clarified, resting her hands upon her daughter’s shoulders reassuringly, “it’s normal - I’m not judging you, at all, so tell me - do you like her, or-?”
“C-Can we not do this, right now?” Regina requested, avoiding her mother’s gaze, but Mrs. George knew better than to just give in.
“Just tell me, okay? If ever you-.. do start feeling anything for her,” she requested, and Regina would sigh, before she nodded gravely, and awkwardly shuffled upon the spot, “you know I have all the tricks you need to know, about winning who you want to be with; I used to be quite the popular flirt, myself-”
“Gross, but okay,” she replied, unable to stop a soft smile from tugging at the corners of her lips as she looked back up at her mother, prompting her to smile back at her; she liked seeing her daughter happy the way she was, now - it had been a little while since things had been like this between them both, after she’d got with Shane last year, “I’ll tell you.”
“Thank you,” Mrs. George responded exasperatedly, glad, above anything else, that she’d got through to Regina the way she could tell that she had.
“But,” Regina continued, worrying her mother again as she appeared to tense up, “I’m still with Shane, and I’m happy, so-”
“You’re happy? Really? Happy is not what I’m seeing from you when you’re with him, Regina-”
“Then that’s your opinion,” her daughter interjected sharply, “not mine - just-.. stay out of my business, okay? Please?”
Mrs. George frowned, shaking her head subconsciously, but Regina was already turning away from her even as she made to continue:
“Honey-”
“I’m going to bed,” she stated, and her mother would sigh behind her, before nodding gravely; she knew she’d never be able to change her mind about Shane; she’d have to do it herself, somehow; have to realise herself that he wasn’t any good for her, like she had thought he might be last year, until now; until the fighting had started the way it did, faster than she’d ever expected it to.
“Okay, but-.. next time, let me know when you’re going to be coming home late, okay?” Mrs. George called, and Regina would grunt, not bothering to respond as she disappeared into her room, and locked the door behind her.
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It wasn’t long that you were plunged into a nightmare, after you fell asleep, crying and shaking uncontrollably whilst you clung to your duvet, your Uncle trying to soothe you as you struggled within his arms once he’d managed to get them around you, no matter how much you thrashed and cried out for help, thinking you were being taken by the man who had kidnapped and abused you again.
“You’re okay,” he cooed gently, his voice briefly shaking as he held you close, and you continued to cry, shaking your head rapidly as you mustered up things barely audible, before Regina’s name shakily slipped from your lips, “it’s okay.”
“Let go!” You cried, desperate to get away from him, and to find Regina again, afraid of what might happen to her, though the man who had kidnapped you was already in jail for what he’d done, and had been locked up for a few years now already - there was no way he was getting out, any time soon. “Please,” you begged, “I - I can’t - let me go! I need her! I - I need to hear her, please; let me see her, before he hurts her, too, please!”
“She’s okay,” he reassured hastily, “everything’s okay - he isn’t here, Y/n, you’re safe! He’s never coming back-”
“Stop!” You continued weakly, before you struggled out of his embrace, and lunged yourself off of the bed, before grabbing your phone, and surprising him by retrieving a pen-knife you’d been hiding under your bed in case anyone ever tried hurting you again like your kidnapper had years ago.
He faltered, hastily shaking his head whilst he drew back, and lifted his hands up in surrender, not wanting you to think he was going to force you to do anything - even he knew that it was smart not to continue trying to stop you when you were in a state like this, enough to prompt you to threaten him even if he was trying to help you, but he knew it was difficult for you; knew that you’d not recovered yet; that you were still stuck thinking right now that you were trapped within some form of that nightmare, even if it were over, now, and would hopefully never happen to you again, no matter what the future held for you, after today.
“Woah now,” he began slowly, “it’s okay - I’m staying over here, okay? I’m not gonna do anything; I’m not like him, you know I’m not, just don’t do anything stupid, okay?”
“I just wanna hear her,” you admitted shakily, your voice cracking as you did, and his expression would soften, before he nodded gravely.
“Okay,” he replied gently, “then call her, see if she’s awake, but-.. if she’s not-”
“Don’t,” you spat weakly; sharply, and he would fall quiet again, “don’t you dare - I won’t let him take her; she will answer, and if she doesn’t-”
“She’s safe,” he reassured you again gently, “just try, and you’ll see, I promise.”
You hesitated, evidently nervous, before you began to shakily unlock your phone, allowing you to bring up your messages, alongside her number, but as soon as you noticed the phone symbol in the corner of the screen, you hastily pressed your finger down upon it, and waited anxiously for her to answer the call.
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By the time you’d called her, she was already awake, struggling to sleep; tossing and turning, until she heard her phone buzzing, dragging her out of her thoughts regarding you, and what her mother had told her regarding your and her relationship. It rattled her more than anything else ever had before. She hastily sat up, grabbing her phone in the process of doing so, before she faltered, and tensed up a little upon noticing your name on her screen.
She didn’t hesitate, sliding with her finger to accept the call, before she shakily held her phone up to her ear, almost regretting doing so as soon as it had been done.
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All she heard at first, was you sniffling barely audibly on the other side of the phone, prompting her heart to ache excruciatingly as soon as she realised that you were crying, for a reason unbeknownst to her. You couldn’t speak, at first, your hand shaking at your right ear whilst your Uncle watched you quietly; cautiously - he still didn’t know what to make of the situation, right now, with you still holding the pen-knife.
“Regina?” You managed, your voice briefly trembling, barely audible, and she sucked in a sharp breath subconsciously, her heart skipping a beat as soon as she heard your voice.
“Y/n?” She replied, and you would express relief, evidently glad to hear that she was okay; still there, and hopefully not in the clutches of the man who had kidnapped you the way he did, a few years ago, now. “Are you - Are you okay? What - What’s wrong?” She questioned, sitting up even further in her bed as she even shuffled toward the edge of it, as if she were deciding whether she should go back to your Uncle’s ranch to check on you, and make sure that you were okay; she didn’t like the idea of you being alone, whilst you were like this, evidently not knowing that your Uncle was with you in the room right now, you holding a pen-knife at him as if you still thought he were about to hurt you, or try and stop you from protecting her somehow when he could never do anything like that to you, especially not when he’d made a vow to protect you to your mother, before she’d left after the divorce.
You frowned, wrapping your left arm around your legs as you shuffled even further back against the wall, your eyes glistening as you tried to find the right words to say, your bottom lip shaking whilst your throat felt as if it were burning; sore from crying, and screaming the way that you were, a brief moment ago, before your Uncle had let you go to call her like you were, now.
“I - I’m,” you began feebly, your words stumbling over themselves, “I’m sorry-”
“Y/n,” your Uncle began gently, but you wouldn’t listen to him, hastily shaking your head; you didn’t want to be told that it wasn’t your fault; that none of this was, because you knew that things could have been different; you knew that maybe you could have done something to fix this; to fix everything that happened; to fix yourself even after all that had been done to you, before.
“I should never have-.. I-” You faltered again, struggling to hold yourself together as your face crumpled, and you began to cry again, your grip on your phone tightening. “I’m sorry, okay? I really am, I-”
“Y/n, stop-” Your Uncle continued, but you would move away before he could inch any closer than he had, despite you still holding the pen-knife in front of you as soon as he’d made to move again like he had.
“The - The truth is,” you began again, trying not to allow your voice to shake anymore than it already had, by briefly biting down upon your tongue, even as you began to taste blood, and tears continued to leak out of your already red and sore eyes, “I like you, Reg, more - more than I had planned to, and I-.. I’m so-..” Regina didn’t know what to say, her heart silently breaking alongside your own as she listened to you trying, and struggling to hold everything within you together, just to try and stay strong for her, though she still didn’t know what had prompted you to react the way that you were; to call her, instead of anyone else, during times like these that you were at your weakest; she’d never heard you like this before. “Look, I-.. if - if he takes me today; y-you don’t know him, but-.. if he takes me,” you continued, a little more urgently now, your voice trembling even more whilst your hand began to shake again, your heart pounding, “don’t look for me, don’t even ask for me, don’t-.. don’t even-.. please, just forget about me, okay? Please? Will you?”
“What? Y/n, what - what are you talking about?” She questioned, evidently getting nervous, now, her eyes full of the concern she was currently holding for you, whilst her own heart began to pound uncomfortably within her chest. “Y/n-”
“I’m sorry,” you repeated a little weaker, “I-.. just don’t let him get you, too.”
“That’s enough, Y/n,” your Uncle continued, before he hastily got off of the bed, before taking the phone from you before you could even try and take it back from him, wanting to hear her voice just for one short moment longer, even if you really were safe right now, and weren’t still trapped within the nightmare you’d been plunged into not too long ago, now, “c’mon-”
“No!” You cried, but he held the phone away from you, carefully pinning you down upon the ground before you could scratch at him using the pen-knife; he knew that it was a hard situation for Regina to be in, too, not knowing about what had happened to you regarding you being kidnapped the way you were, and he knew he shouldn’t let it continue for as long as it was, so instead of giving the phone up to you, he put it up to his own right ear, before saying goodnight, as well as apologising to Regina, and ending the call, but she couldn’t let what she’d heard go, shaking her head as soon as she noticed the call had been ended, before she got up, and rushed down the stairs.
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“You can’t do this!” You cried, desperate to call her again, but still he wouldn’t let you have the phone back, keeping it in the pocket of his jacket; he often stayed up late, keeping watch of the horses if they were particularly loud, and that was what he had been doing, before he’d heard you screaming and crying upstairs. “I have to call her again, please!” You begged, struggling against his hold as he removed the pen-knife from your left hand, before carefully picking you up off of the ground; you needed to relax, somehow, as he carefully laid you back down upon his bed, before taking up a bottle of sleep medication that tended to help you sometimes, on nights like these. “If I lose her, I-”
“You won’t lose her,” he cooed, as he carefully encouraged you to take the pill, before offering you the glass of water he’d got you earlier - this was often a common occurrence, at night; he liked to be prepared for you if ever you needed more of your medication or for him to stay with you until you fell asleep again after being plunged into a nightmare like the one you’d just had not too long ago, now. “She’s always gonna be here for you, I promise,” he added gently, “no matter what - I can tell, I just-.. I’m worried about - about what she’ll think, if she-.. if she knows, about what happened to you; she doesn’t know yet, remember? She doesn’t even know about the divorce, does she?”
“She does,” you contradicted a little sleepily, your voice quieter than it was, before; the pill was already taking effect, it seemed, as you subconsciously snuggled a little into your duvet whilst your Uncle sat on the edge of the bed beside you, “I-.. I told her. I-.. I don’t know why, I just-.. I-”
“It’s okay,” he reassured you, smiling softly down at you, “I understand.” He sighed, before laying down beside you whilst you stared up at the ceiling, your eyelids growing a little heavier than they were, before. “Try and get some sleep, okay?” He encouraged, and you would hesitate, before nodding slowly, though it was a struggle to focus anymore; struggle to quiet your mind, when all you could think about was how you hoped Regina was safe, even though you had been brought back to reality by now.
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Regina didn’t waste any time getting downstairs, her heart pounding overwhelmingly whilst she made to grab her coat from the hanger, but before she could open the door after swiftly retrieving her car keys, her mother came out of the kitchen, startling her as she jumped, and leaned heavily against the door for a moment after Mrs. George had tiredly said her daughter’s name to her right.
“Mom?” She managed, her voice barely audible, and sounding as if she were still shaken up after what had happened, earlier. “W-What are you-”
“I should be asking you the same thing,” Mrs. George interrupted suspiciously, and Regina would wince, hastily bowing her head as a lump began to form within her throat again - she couldn’t let her mother stop her from seeing you, after you’d called her the way that you did, all broken up and sounding more scared than she’d ever heard you before, only making her heart ache even more excruciatingly than it ever had before. “What are you doing, missy?” She questioned, but before Regina could muster up a response, her mother continued, and she found herself struggling not to cry, as she bowed her head, and blinked her tears back whilst her mother surveyed her curiously all the while, wondering if Shane had fought with her again, before she’d rushed down the stairs the way she had, phone loosely in her right hand. “Don’t tell me, it’s Shane, isn’t it? He upset you again-”
“It’s Y/n,” Regina managed, her voice briefly trembling, and her mother’s expression would soften as soon as she heard the pain in her daughter’s voice, no matter how much she tried to hide that she was struggling, the way she currently was, after you’d called her a brief moment ago, “she-.. she’s-”
“Oh, honey,” her mother cooed sympathetically as soon as Regina found herself breaking down, unable to fight back her emotions any longer as she collapsed into Mrs. George’s arms, crying quietly into her left shoulder in a strained manner, as if she were still trying to hold the tears and sobs back, somehow, after they’d managed to escape her the way they had, a brief moment ago, now, “it’s okay - you’re okay; everything’s okay, you can tell me - what’s wrong with Y/n? Did you guys have a fight, or-? Or is she-?” Mrs. George appeared worried as she held her daughter at arms length, her eyes a little wider than they were, before. “God, no, she isn’t hurt, or - or even dead, is she? Talk to me, Regina, you’re scaring me-”
“I can’t stay here,” Regina managed, a little more firmly, though her voice still shook for a brief moment, as she withdrew from her mother’s embrace, even stepping back as Mrs. George drew closer to her again, “she needs me-”
“But it’s late, sweetie-”
“You used to be okay with late nights,” Regina reminded her exasperatedly, desperate to get to you as fast as she possibly could, so she could make sure that you were okay; she hated that she weren’t with you right now, especially when you sounded so scared, before, “please, mom, let me go to her, please!”
Mrs. George sighed, before nodding gravely, and averting her gaze for a brief moment as she thought about what she could do to keep her daughter safe in the process, afraid of what accidents she could get into in a state like this, but she tried her best not to conjure up subconsciously any images in her mind of a car accident waiting to happen. She’d have to go with her, if she wanted to protect her the way she did, and had ever since she had first been born, a few years ago, now.
“Fine, you can go, but I’m not letting you go alone,” she decided, before Regina could slip through the front door the way she’d been making to, just as her mother had made to continue.
She groaned, evidently displeased by her mother’s choice, but before she could complain, Mrs. George took the car keys from her, only annoying her even more.
“What? But-”
“And I’m driving, missy,” Mrs. George continued, before slipping by her daughter to open the door, “so are we doing this, or not?”
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The drive felt longer than it ever had before, like a million lifetimes were going by, and they still hadn’t got to his ranch yet though it was quite close by to her mom’s house, as well as near to Northshore High School, but Regina didn’t want to think about how she’d have to go back there tomorrow right now - not when she was still worried about you, the way that she currently was, and had been ever since you’d called her the way you did.
“You okay back there, hon? You’re very quiet,” Mrs. George inquired, and Regina would hesitate, before nodding, and forcing a smile over at her mother through the rear view mirror, but she couldn’t get the smile to reach her eyes as she bowed her head again quickly, trying to hide that her smile dropped as fast as she’d brought it on. “Hey,” her mother continued gently, seeing that her daughter was still in pain, and definitely nothing short of worried about you, as she carefully reached her left hand behind her to gently and reassuringly squeeze Regina’s own, but it still shook a little once she let go; she couldn’t calm down; couldn’t stop her heart from pounding, and she hated it, but she couldn’t quite get herself to want to go home, not when they were both so close now to your Uncle’s ranch.
As soon as the driveway came into view, Regina sat up, her eyes a little wide as they surveyed the area, as if she were expecting to see blood stains, or weapons, or broken windows, only to find that the place seemed unscathed, prompting her to express relief, her heart instantly slowing down a little as she relaxed back into her seat just a bit, but she was still tense, telling herself that she wouldn’t be happy, until she saw that you were okay; still breathing, and not cold inside, as long as you were still here.
“Who’s there?” A familiar voice called out, and that was when Regina noticed that there was a figure approaching the car warily with a flashlight.
“This is the right place, isn’t it, sweetie?” Her mom asked, but Regina couldn’t bring herself to answer, hastily getting out of the car, before she rushed up to your Uncle, and couldn’t help, but shove him, assuming that maybe he had something to do with how scared you sounded, since he’d interrupted the call, before it was ended the way it suddenly was, earlier. “Regina!” Mrs. George called after her, running toward them both to wrap her arms around her daughter, attempting to pull her away, but Regina wouldn’t let her mother stop her.
“Where is she, and what have you done to her!?” She cried, and your Uncle would frown, shaking his head subconsciously, before he sighed, and looked warily back toward the house; he’d been expecting this, but wasn’t phased, as he smiled apologetically back at both of them.
“She’s inside,” he answered calmly, before his eyes darkened a little upon him realising he may have to tell Regina and her mother the truth, now that they were here, prompting him to appear slightly dejected in response to his own recollection of what had happened to you a few years ago, now.
He remembered all the sleepless nights, wondering when the police would call him back; when you’d be brought home, and it was painful - he himself still had nightmares about it, sometimes, and it filled him with a boiling hot rage to think about how long it had taken them to locate you; how your father had done nothing himself to help you, not even looking alongside the search party he’d put together for you, but he guessed that was in the past, now, and could never be changed - at least you’d finally been brought home; a little broken, but still alive, and home.
He sighed heavily, appearing tired, now; he’d been awake for a little while, after you’d woke up from the nightmare you’d been plunged into a little earlier, shaking him up slightly to the point he found he just couldn’t get anymore sleep, worried about how you might need him to comfort you again, at some point; he never wanted to not be there for you, when you needed him, especially not after you’d hardly been looked after by your father and mother, considering your mother was focused on getting away, whilst your father had been more content drinking than he was looking after you.
Even that made him scowl subconsciously down at the ground again; maybe if your father had been looking after you, you wouldn’t have been taken, and wouldn’t have to had gone through the abuse that you did at the hands of your kidnapper, years ago, now.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. L/n, I didn’t think she’d-”
“It’s fine,” he reassured, smiling feebly back at Regina’s mother, before he gesticulated toward the house, and switched off his flashlight, “come inside for a little while - it’s cold out, and-.. I feel I have some explaining to do for Ms. George, here, as well as you, but Y/n, she-.. she’s upstairs, sleeping, at least I think she is, and I’ll let you see her if you want, but-.. she needs rest, and most likely won’t wake up until the morning comes around, now - is that okay?”
Regina hesitated, before nodding slowly, and awkwardly shuffling on her feet - as long as she could see you, she was happy, so as soon as your Uncle turned to walk back into the house, she followed, her mother hot on her heels behind her.
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“Sorry again, Ms George,” your Uncle began hesitantly, once they had all entered the house, and he had shut the front door to keep the wind out, “about the call.”
Regina’s mother would appear confused, looking between Regina and your Uncle as she tried to make sense of what was going on, right now, given that she hadn’t been around to hear the phone call between you and her daughter not too long ago, now.
“It’s fine,” Regina responded in a voice barely audible, cautiously watching him as he made his way over to the kitchen table, before awkwardly sitting down upon one of the chairs, looking as if his back were hurting him as he did; he’d never been quite so energetic after he’d been bucked off one of the horses, here, a little while ago, now, “but-.. why? Why was Y/n talking like that? Like she was about to get taken away, or - or even killed? You haven’t told us anything about that, yet-”
“In due time,” he reassured, before smiling apologetically over at Regina, and gesticulating for them to sit at the table with him, “first, maybe you should make yourselves comfortable for a little while, before I let anyone go up there and see her.”
Regina hesitated, at first, mostly because she didn’t want to waste anymore time when she could be going upstairs, and making sure that you were okay, right now, the way she wanted to ever since she’d got the call from you, in the first place.
“Regina, honey, let’s do as he says, okay?” Mrs. George encouraged, and Regina would roll her eyes, before nodding gravely, and moving toward the table before her mother could guide her toward it instead.
“Thank you, Mrs. George,” your Uncle replied, evidently grateful as he himself was struggling to keep up a strong front right now, considering what he knew he would be having to tell them both about you, soon, “this might be easier, sitting down, than it would be standing up - that’s why I thought this would be better, for all of us.” Regina couldn’t help, but scowl down at the table, as she fidgeted with her hands, desperate to get this over with so she could check on you, like he said she’d be able to earlier, before they all had gone inside to talk about what had happened, first. “Now that we’re here,” he began again slowly, in more of a strained manner, before forcing a smile up at them both, “I-..” He sighed, before standing up again, and making toward one of the countertops, Regina cautiously tracking his every move, though it did make her feel a little guilty, suspecting him of anything right now when he’d always been good to her, as well as you, whenever she was here, and not either at home, out with her other friends, or stuck at Northshore high. “Would anybody like a coffee, at all, or-?” He asked, and Mrs. George would practically jump on the idea, before she looked toward her daughter, only for her to continue protesting again; she wouldn’t accept anything, until she was allowed to see you.
“I’m fine,” she claimed dismissively, her mother frowning over at her, but she wouldn’t pay her any attention as your Uncle nodded patiently; respectfully, before he continued to the kettle to begin the process of making himself as well as Mrs. George a coffee - it was needed to keep them awake, of course, considering it was already so late, by now, for the two of them, whilst Regina’s energy was coming completely from her telling herself she wouldn’t do anything, until she was allowed to see you and make sure that you were okay, the way she feared you weren’t, alone right now, after you’d broken down over the phone the way you had still for a reason currently unbeknownst to her, during this moment in time.
“So, what - what happened with this call I’m only just hearing about?” Mrs. George inquired, and your Uncle would tense up, before warily looking back toward Regina and her mother.
“Y/n called me,” Regina answered, her voice a little dejected as she averted her gaze down to her hands again, “I thought you knew that-”
“No, I just - I didn’t know; I thought she messaged you, or something,” Mrs. George explained apologetically, as well as a little exasperatedly again, “I’m sorry, honey, but I didn’t - what happened on the call?”
“She was scared,” she replied again, a pained expression on her face as she had to try and swallow the lump forming within her throat again, “I could tell, she was - she-”
“She was taken, a few years ago,” your Uncle revealed, his voice barely audible, and both Regina and Mrs. George would fall quiet, looking over at him with wide eyes, before he sighed heavily, and brought over the two mugs to the table.
“Taken?” Regina managed, her heart feeling as if it were being squeezed for a moment as her voice threatened to tremble, your Uncle nodding gravely as he slowly sat back down opposite them, wrapping his hands around the mug as if he were seeking comfort from it, somehow - it was something he would forever and always hate having to talk about; hate having to even think about, or being reminded of, but he guessed some things were just doomed to stick with you forever, somehow.
“I guess she-.. well, it haunts the both of us, sometimes,” he admitted gravely, Regina and Mrs. George clinging to his every word, “you see, she was still quite small, when it happened; after the divorce, and her father had started drinking, she was alone a lot of the time, and this man, he-.. he broke into the house, the police said, and when he saw her..” Your Uncle faltered, his voice briefly trembling as he lifted his mug to his lips for a moment, needing something to try and help him hold himself together for them, as well as you; you needed him to stay strong now, more than ever, he believed, considering you were still being haunted by the man who’d taken you the way he did. “Well, he-.. you can imagine, what he did, right? It was a few days, at least, almost a week, or two,” he continued, after a little while he’d taken to recompose himself, knowing he had to continue at some point, feeling it was owed to Regina to know what had prompted you to break down the way you did, not too long ago, now, after the nightmare you’d had, “before the police found her - she hardly..” His voice broke again as he murmured a shaky and quick apology, secret tears clouding his vision, only making Regina feel worse for suspecting him a brief moment ago of hurting you and scaring you the way she feared he did earlier. “Let’s just say,” he managed after drawing in a sharp breath; another sip of his coffee, his head still partially bowed, “his voice, tonight, brought back memories for her, of dark rooms, and broken bones.” He sighed again, this time a little more strained as he smiled sadly up at the both of them, before bowing his head once more a little, feeling more small tears beginning to cloud his vision as he did, but neither of them dared say anything for a moment, until he continued. “It always does,” he added dejectedly, his voice close to a whisper, and Regina frowned as she started piecing things together, her eyes darkening whilst she did.
When she felt as if she could, she hastily lifted her head, leaning forward in her chair as she did, surprising her mother as she looked over at Regina, evidently startled by her previous moment beside her.
“Can I see her? Please?” She requested, her voice full of a new urgency; a more anxious desperation, and your Uncle would hesitate, before sighing again, and looking toward the staircase - he guess he did tell her that she could earlier, after all.
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“She likes you, you know that, right?” Your Uncle stated, as he and Regina lingered by the door to your bedroom, a relieved, but still pained expression on her face as she looked over you to make sure that you were okay, now; that you weren’t scared anymore, or hadn’t somehow got yourself wounded in your previous bout of fright - you seemed okay, and it was only when she’d made such a determination that she could breathe again.
Regina hesitantly glanced up at him, though she didn’t like much the idea of looking away the way she just had, feeling as if she should to make it known that she was listening to him, just to avoid being disrespectful, especially considering he was your Uncle, only making her feel like - even more - she should treat him with respect, too, considering she could tell he’d always looked after you, as well as always been good to her ever since she’d joined the stable hand program earlier this year.
“She does?” She replied, her voice light, whilst a soft smile played on her lips - sometimes she got this weird feeling as if she were afraid that she might lose you, somehow, exactly like the one she’d experienced earlier, after the call had ended the way it did, and she couldn’t explain it; she just never wanted things to change; just wanted to stay here, with you, and the thought would fluster her a little as she winced, and hastily averted her gaze to try and hide that blood was rushing up to her cheeks for a reason unbeknownst to her, even as she was stood where she was right now, hardly able to keep her eyes off of your sleeping frame.
“She does,” your Uncle repeated, smiling warmly back at Regina as he rested his left hand upon her right shoulder - a silent thank you, until he could muster up a true one once he’d recomposed himself once more, still thinking about what that man had done to you years ago to the point it was unbearable; overwhelmingly excruciatingly, as well as frustrating, but he couldn’t let it get to him too long, not now, “and she hardly likes anyone - sometimes I’m not sure she even likes me, but I suppose I don’t blame her.”
“She likes you,” she reassured him gently, the words escaping her lips before she even knew that she was allowing them to; she didn’t want him to think that you thought bad things about him for what happened all those years ago, “I’ve seen what it’s like, Y/n not liking someone, and the way she is around you, is not that.”
“Is that so?” Your Uncle responded, and she could hear that he was smiling, making her feel a little better; warmer, and brighter, to know that she’d made him feel better, as he should considering he’d been the only one taking care of you even before your parents had divorced the way they did years ago, now. She hummed in agreement, certain of herself, and he would express relief, his eyes glinting a little as he smiled back at you, glad to see that you were sleeping peacefully, at the moment, whilst also being overjoyed to hear such words from Regina; he hated doubting that you at least trusted him after what had been done to you, but sometimes it just hit him - hard - and completely at random, but somehow he felt it wouldn’t happen anymore, now, or at least he hoped against hope that it wouldn’t, now that Regina had made such a revelation about you. “I’m glad,” he continued quietly; thoughtfully, before he turned to face her fully, and she would appear a little nervous, looking over at him again as she wondered what he may be about to say; whether he was about to kick her out, or about to leave you and her alone together, though she couldn’t imagine why either possibilities scared her as much as they seemed to, “but not just because of your kind words, Ms. George. You see, Y/n’s never really smiled, and didn’t talk as much as she does, now, and I think it’s because of you - that’s why I’m not only grateful for your words, and reassurance, but-.. I’m also grateful that-..” He fell quiet again, trying to stop his voice trembling for a moment whilst Regina smiled sympathetically over at him; she could see this was a struggle for him in more ways than one, after all he’d had to go through alongside you regarding your parents’ divorce, and then you disappearing shortly after it had taken place - if she were in his position, she herself didn’t know what she’d do, nor did she know if she’d even be able to fare if she had to go through what you had had to, even if it had been a while ago that you’d been taken the way you had, now. “Y/n,” he concluded gently, “I’m grateful she has you, above anything else - keep doing what you do, won’t you? Not only for me, but for you, and Y/n, too - you need each other, I can see that; we all need someone, don’t we?”
“I won’t disappoint you, nor will I ever let Y/n down, I promise,” Regina vowed, her voice firm, but still gentle, and close to a whisper; she herself feared breaking down somehow in front of him, as well as you, whilst another part of her was afraid of waking you up, and having you get scared again, “c-can I-..” She sighed, before awkwardly averting her gaze; it was difficult for her to get the words out, right now, though she wanted more than anything to stay here with you, at least just for tonight, so she could protect you, if only he’d let her. “I know this might be a lot for me to ask, but-.. can I-.. can I stay here, tonight, with - with her?” She managed, the question coming out faster than she thought it would, just because she was scared she would break down, or just start stammering again if she voiced it any slower, but your Uncle just smiled softly, a thoughtful look on his face, before he nodded slowly, prompting Regina’s eyes to glint, before she smiled sheepishly over at him, feeling lighter than she ever had before.
“Sure,” he answered simply, “I’m sure your mother wouldn’t mind, just - call me, if Y/n-.. y’know, has another nightmare, and I’ll take over for you, but I hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Regina would wince, before nodding hastily, and managing a quick as well as barely audible ‘will do’, before your Uncle left the room, and disappeared back down the stairs, leaving her alone in the room with you.
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At first, she didn’t know what to do with herself, warily looking over at you again as she subconsciously fidgeted with her fingers, before she inched closer to you, and carefully sat down upon your bed beside you. You were so peaceful; so quiet, that she even subconsciously made sure that you were still breathing, worried for a moment that you’d stopped because you were so limp, but your chest was still rising and falling steadily. She smiled softly, before laying down beside you quietly, wanting to make sure that - by staying as close to you as she possibly could be - you were safe; that you weren’t being plagued by another nightmare, but it relieved her to see you so peaceful that you couldn’t be being tortured by your memories again - at least she hoped you weren’t, of course there was no way to be able to tell if you were, or weren’t in the process of being plunged into such a nightmare again.
“Y/n?” She cooed, wanting to make sure that you were asleep, and weren’t - also - pretending to be asleep to trick her at the same time, though she felt bad for asking, when she saw you so peaceful, the way that you were, now. It relieved her to not achieve a response from you, but at the same time it also pained her a little to know that she’d have to wait until morning to speak to you, as long as you didn’t awaken from a nightmare again before then.
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“Your daughter,” your Uncle began, as he re-entered the kitchen where Mrs. George was currently sitting, still drinking her coffee whilst she anxiously waited for Regina to come back downstairs, clearly unaware of her daughter’s decision, during this moment in time, “she’s decided she wants to stay upstairs with Y/n, if that’s okay with you?”
She sat up, surprised, before setting her phone back down upon the table to turn toward your Uncle, whilst she tried to hide that she was slightly perturbed by this revelation, only because she’d not been expecting it, and had been keen to get home.
“Sure,” she replied, injecting at least some brightness into her voice; she knew how much you meant to her daughter, and she didn’t want to force Regina away from you, “why not?”
Your Uncle nodded, before smiling softly over at her, as he took his coat off of the hanger again, knowing he should make sure the horses were asleep, by now, before retiring for the night.
“Now that we both know about your daughter, and my niece,” he continued, as he took up his flashlight, “I figure maybe we should fully introduce ourselves, what do you say?”
Mrs. George appeared taken aback, evidently surprised by his suggestion, but she’d feel guilty if she turned it down, and didn’t see any particular reason as to why she should as she smiled warmly over at him, and got up out of her seat, before she held out her right hand, and said: “June.”
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It didn’t take long for Regina to get comfortable, but almost as soon as she had, carefully wrapping her arms around you, you tensed up within her embrace, whimpering barely audibly as your eyelids began to flutter open a bit, though they were still heavy. Regina winced, hastily closing her eyes as if it would help her to pretend that she were asleep, but that didn’t stop you from carefully turning around within her arms.
“R-Reg?” You managed, your voice close to a whisper, and she would falter upon hearing your voice, hastily glancing over at you as she locked eyes with you for a moment, her heart skipping a beat.
“Hi,” she replied sleepily, unable to hold back a smile from you as you admired her subconsciously, your heart pounding alongside her own, “I - I’m sorry, I just wanted-.. I came to make sure you’re okay; that - that you’re happy - I was worried about you.”
You frowned, a pained expression on your face, before you looked away, and turned a little away from her, lying upon your back instead of your left side.
“You shouldn’t have been,” you responded dejectedly, “I-.. I shouldn’t have called you, I just-.. I - I wanted to hear your voice, and-.. and to-.. to tell you that I-.. that you mean a lot to me, a-and that if I got taken away, you should-..”
Regina shook her head subconsciously, before lifting her left hand up to your right cheek; she wasn’t sure why - it just felt right, and part of her wanted to feel how soft your cheeks looked.
“I could never forget you,” she stated, and you would falter, your head turning toward her own again, and for a moment you both just locked eyes again, your hearts beating as one; the air growing hotter between you both, and for a moment you wondered if you were floating, even as you glanced down at her lips, and she at your partially agape ones, until she finally leaned forward, and allowed her own to connect with your’s.
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“You like horses, don’t you, June?” Cal - Your Uncle - asked Regina’s mother, as she surveyed them all peacefully, trying not to get too excited or skittish around them; she’d always liked horses - well, the ones that weren’t a few hands taller than her, which she often considered to be intimidating as well as scary, somehow, even with their hairy hooves and often calm demeanour.
“Sure, I like them,” she answered, as she warily tucked a stray piece of her hair behind her right ear. “It’s only the really big ones that make me feel uncomfortable,” she added, and Cal couldn’t help, but chuckle, before he stopped before Firenze’s stall, your Black Leopard Chimera Friesian, who appeared to currently be half asleep, if Felicity, your White Friesian wasn’t currently bothering him the way that she was.
“You wouldn’t like Y/n’s horses, then,” he stated, before gesticulating toward them whilst June cautiously watched him approach their stall doors - he only stopped briefly in front of Firenze’s, before passing toward Felicity’s, seeing he needed to try and relax her, somehow, for her makeshift sibling’s sake - they certainly acted as if they were siblings, squabbling the way that they did, whether they were of the same bloodline, or not.
June hesitated, not sure what to make of them as Felicity whinnied as well as snorted at Cal, before playfully trying to nibble at his fingers, just like she tended to try and do whenever you were around her, too. Firenze was certainly the calmer of the two, except from when you were out riding with him - as soon as you’re in the saddle, and out on the field with him, he tended to like bolting almost as much as Felicity did.
“I - I mean,” June began again quietly, trying to hide that she was a little nervous around them, as she inched closer to Felicity’s stall, being encouraged to by Cal as he stroked the mare’s mane, “they’re certainly - interesting looking horses.”
“Cross-bred, I fear,” Cal admitted sympathetically, “we decided at an auction to rescue them from whatever hell-hole they must have came from, before.”
“How very - considerate, of you,” June remarked, and Cal would hum softly in agreement, before smiling his thanks over at her.
“Well, it did start off as being Y/n’s idea,” he revealed, as Felicity tried to nibble at his fingers again, whilst Firenze surveyed the group peacefully, “but-..” He sighed, a pained expression crossing his face again as he looked away from June; a look similar to the one he’d been holding and trying to hide from them earlier, whilst he was telling her and her daughter about what had happened to you, a few years ago, now. “I remember she told me she wanted to rescue as many horses as she possibly could, when she was a little girl, and at the time of that auction these two were almost as small as she was - she took one look at them and knew something wasn’t right; I remember she tugged on my sleeve, and was almost crying when I turned to look at her, and she never got to see them growing from the foals that they were, into these two beauties, by the time she could come back - life kept her away from me, you see, with the divorce; her being taken..” He trailed off, his eyes darkening again as Felicity nuzzled at his hand, no longer making any attempt at all to nibble at his fingers the way that she was, before, sensing his sadness, as well as frustration at how he’d not been able to do anymore than he had tried to help you, before, but he guessed that that was years ago, now, and that he shouldn’t be dwelling on it anymore, but it was too hard to forget, and too easy to remember.
“I understand,” June expressed, smiling sadly at Cal as she leaned against the stall door beside him, Felicity eyeing her curiously, “it’s hard, losing the people you really care about.” Cal would nod gravely as he stared ahead of him thoughtfully, June tensing up a little beside him as she thought about how she’d actually miscarried, a few years after Regina had been born. “Regina had a little sister, named Kylie,” she began timidly, her voice barely audible as Cal surveyed her, listening to every word whilst Felicity seemed to grow a little more comfortable around June, her blue eyes trained on her, before they occasionally flickered to Cal, or even Firenze as he lightly snored in the stall beside her, “she didn’t get a chance, at life - I-.. I miscarried, when.. when I thought she’d survive.. I guess the doctors did warn me, but..” She drew in a shaky breath, and Cal would frown, trying to provide comfort to her by wrapping his arms around her, as she tried to continue, only to break down, and return the embrace, crying quietly into his left shoulder. “Regina, she - she doesn’t talk about her, but,” June managed shakily, her voice close to a feeble whisper, “I know she thinks about her, even if she tries to hide it from me; she was excited, too, at the idea of having a little sister - she really was, a-and I really tried; I swear I did, but-”
“There was nothing that you could have done, Mrs. George,” Cal reassured her gently, as he rubbed her back to try and soothe her even more, Felicity still looking on at them, “these things, they just-.. just seem to - happen, when you least expect, or want them to; life can be cruel, but love - I’ve learnt - love can be crueler.”
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“Shit,” Regina whispered, after she pulled away, wincing as she silently cursed herself for losing control like she just had, allowing herself to kiss you, but it was hard for her to deny that it wasn’t something she’d been wanting to do, and feel for a while.
You frowned, feeling empty ever since the kiss had ended, and you couldn’t bear to see the pained expression on her face, as if she didn’t feel the butterflies fluttering within the depths of her stomach the way they were your’s, right now.
“You-.. You didn’t like it, did you?” You guessed, your voice barely audible as you stared over at her with dark eyes, prompting her heart to sink as she averted her gaze, subconsciously sitting up as she did beside you, only making you feel worse; you guessed you shouldn’t have expected anything more, or else to happen, when she kissed you the way she did, and you’d melted into her touch - you only wished that things that felt so perfect could hurt less, as the pain you were currently trying to hide from her was next to unbearable; excruciating, but it wasn’t something new to you, as you - too - forced yourself to look away, staring dejectedly up at the ceiling as she tried to recompose herself, her breathing pattern unnaturally staggered, and uneven, whilst her heart pounded overwhelmingly alongside your own.
“This is-.. I - I’m not-.. I-.. fuck-!” She concluded, finding she couldn’t quite get the right words out; she didn’t know how to feel, right now - the kiss she’d just shared with you was like no other that she’d ever been part of, before, and it terrified her. As soon as her lips had been against your’s, it was like the whole world just fell away; it was just you two, alone, as if you both were the last two people on earth; like she was a lit firework, desperate to soar even higher - it had filled her with energy; elation, to be with you like that; to have her lips brushing against your own, and it was hard more than anything else had ever been before, for her to not turn back around, and initiate an even deeper kiss. “I didn’t think-..” She continued weakly, as she forced herself up off of the bed, whilst you silently begged her with everything within you to stay. “I’m sorry, Y/n, okay?” She managed, noticing the worried as well as hurt look on your face whilst she lingered by your bedroom door, as if she were about to slip through it, and get away from you as fast as she possibly could, if only something wasn’t gluing her to where she was stood, right now, for a reason unbeknownst to her. “I can’t do this; I can’t stay; I can’t kiss you - I don’t know why I thought I could, o-or should, I just-.. you understand, right? T-There’s Shane, a-and this is all - this is all so confusing, I just-”
“It’s fine,” you reassured her gently, though she could hear in your voice the pain you were currently trying to harbour from her, “don’t worry about it, okay? I should-.. I should get back to sleep, but-..”
“Right,” Regina agreed, before wincing again, as if she’d forgotten so easily, after she’d allowed herself to kiss you the way she did, a brief moment ago; it was like she’d forgotten a lot of things, until the kiss had sadly been broken - something she couldn’t help, but hate herself for. “S-Sorry,” she added, her voice barely audible again, before she drew in a shaky breath, and you smiled sadly up at her. “I-.. I should-”
“Don’t let me keep you,” you stated, and she would frown, before nodding gravely, and bowing her head.
“I hope you sleep well,” she replied, and you would wince, doubting that you would, especially now, but you didn’t dare show her the pained expression on your face that would suggest otherwise, after you’d nodded and forced a smile again.
“You too,” you returned awkwardly, though your heart was aching excruciatingly still alongside her own, to the point that you wished you could just tear it out of your chest, and break it apart in your hands, before offering the remaining pieces to her, whether she wanted them, or not; you’d never stop dreaming of a life with her - that’s all you knew, now.
“Thanks,” she responded gently, trying not to allow her voice to tremble as she avoided eye contact with you for a moment, before bowing her head completely as she shuffled awkwardly on the spot, “w-well, goodnight, a-and I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I?”
The question felt more like a plead, and you couldn’t help, but surrender to it, your eyes widening a little, before you nodded hastily, not wanting her to think that you’d abandon her like that, though it didn’t sound like a bad idea to just try and get yourself to disappear, somehow, after what had just occurred between you both a brief moment ago, before this moment in time.
“I - I’ll be there, tomorrow,” you reassured, your voice briefly cracking, and she would express relief, before smiling her thanks to you, though all she could manage right now was a faint one, through the pain she was currently experiencing alongside you for a reason unbeknownst to her, “a-and here, after school, y’know, d-doing what I usually do, so-..”
“Good,” she mused thoughtfully; gratefully, “that’s - that’s good - I’m.. I’m glad, I-.. I’ll see you there, o-or here, I-..” She awkwardly cleared her throat, before managing another timid smile in your direction. “See you tomorrow, Y/n,” she concluded gently, before drawing in another strained breath, and dragging herself from the room.
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“I think she likes you,” Cal stated, as Felicity whinnied at June, before allowing her to begin scratching at her left ear, all whilst she leaned into her touch, but before either of them could continue, Firenze seemed jealous, waking up shortly after in response to the commotion, before he got up off of the ground, and neither for Cal to stroke him, too, as well as his makeshift sister.
“You do?” June mused, subconsciously smiling over at him, not worried anymore that Felicity might nibble at her fingers the way she feared the mare would, before, seeing her all playful with Cal, earlier.
“Without a doubt,” Cal answered, “that’s unusual, for her, as well as her brother - they’re comfortable around me and Y/n, and understandably so, but around other people, except for you and your daughter, they seem-.. anxious - that’s why I only really allow myself or Y/n to ride them, outside of the arenas - well, only when there’s a lesson going on inside.”
“I see,” June responded thoughtfully, “so they’re that difficult, huh?”
“They can be,” he agreed hesitantly, “but not if you show them who’s the boss, as well as treat them with the respect that they deserve - isn’t that right, guys?”
“If only they had a better upbringing,” June mused sympathetically, and Cal would nod gravely beside her.
“They’ll get there, someday, I hope,” Cal continued gently, as he began stroking at Firenze’s left ear, “I have faith, Mrs. George, and faith is what will get us all through to where we need to go, in the end-”
“Mom? Mr. L/n?” Regina called, hugging herself as she walked toward the stable, shivering a little - the wind was picking up even more, somehow, since she’d left.
June would falter upon hearing her daughter’s voice, looking toward the double doors, whilst Cal seemed to tense up behind her, his eyes full of worry, as well as the concern he was currently holding for both you and Regina, wondering if you had had another nightmare, and that’s why she’d left all of a sudden, though he couldn’t imagine why the sleep medication would have worn off so fast, especially to enable you to be plunged into another nightmare like he assumed you had been, until Regina had rushed inside, looking shaken up, as well as a little guilty, her eyes dark, and hands barely visibly trembling at her sides.
June didn’t hesitate to - upon noticing the state her daughter was currently in - to rush over to Regina, before throwing her arms around her.
“What’s wrong, sweetie? You’re cold, we should get you inside before you get sick - is it Y/n?” She questioned, whilst Cal warily approached the both of them, Firenze and Felicity going back to squabbling rather than watching the group.
Regina didn’t know what to say, at first, hiding her face from the both of them as she neglected to return her mother’s embrace, finding herself unable to move for a moment as guilt positively consumed her; she wished she’d never left your side, now, especially the way she had, leaving you so dejected and confused, whilst she tried not to meet your Uncle’s worried gaze; she didn’t want to tell him what had happened; didn’t want to tell him that that was why she was leaving - that she was scared of how the kiss had made her feel, especially when she had been the one to initiate it in the first place.
So many questions were circling in her mind to the point that there had never been anything more overwhelming - whilst her mother tried to get answer after answer out of her, there were whispers of why she’d let herself kiss you, in the first place; whispers of why you’d returned the kiss, and - above all of them - why she had enjoyed it, more than she had ever enjoyed any other kiss she’d ever shared with anyone else.
“Is she okay?” Cal asked, and she only felt worse, hearing his voice briefly cracking; she’d never intended to worry him like that, remembering the promise she’d made him to never let you down, whilst she couldn’t help, but think about the day she’d found you having a panic attack within the stable, when you were least expecting yourself to.
She was meant to be mucking up with you again, at the time, as she rushed toward the stable, trudging through the mud that had formed after the rain had poured down heavily that day - the lessons had all been cancelled, because of it, she remembered being disappointed about, but she understood why. Only the stable hands were allowed to come by, and past the information point, but there weren’t many so it was quite quiet, but - in a way - she liked how quiet it was, mostly because she knew it would be rare, then, for anyone to come by and interrupt her incoming time with you, and the soft smile would probably never have left her face, if she didn’t hear someone sounding like you crying inside.
As soon as she heard you, her heart dropped, and smile faded as she lingered by the door for a moment, not sure what to do; why it hurt so much, to hear you like that, and she worried that maybe it would be intrusive of her to go inside, now, whilst you were in a state like that, but something pushed her to open the doors before she could even think to go and get your Uncle, instead. She had to see you; she didn’t want to leave you alone like that, and her legs took over for her, before her doubts could.
She appeared nervous, as well as concerned, her eyes darkening as soon as her gaze fell upon you, curled up, and crying against the back wall, a shovel laid down to your right beside you, only worrying her even more as she wondered if you’d somehow hurt yourself, or had fallen over whilst she was gone, as she rushed up to you, and crouched down beside you, her heart pounding alongside your own, faster than it ever had before.
“Y/n?” She strained out, her voice briefly trembling, and full of dread as she reached out to cradle your body close to her own, but you moved away before she could get any closer, evidently startled, and somehow scared of her for a reason unbeknownst to her, as if she were instead a figment of a horrible memory, rather than your friend, prompting her heart to sink and ache even further, as if it were being squeezed tightly within her chest at the very thought, of having you react to her in the way that you currently were, terrified of her, and shaking visibly against the wall.
The horses around you both seemed a little agitated, as well, upon seeing you in such a state, especially Firenze and Felicity as they looked on curiously at you both, their eyes also full of worry, whilst an occasional whinny came from their direction as if they were trying to get either you, or Regina’s attention
“G-Get away from me!” You cried, your voice close to a shaky whisper that might soon break down alongside you, as if everything within you was collapsing, somehow; your very core was being shaken by what you thought you’d seen, a brief moment ago.
Regina subconsciously shook her head, a hurt look on her face as she inched closer to you; she knew you didn’t mean it - that this wasn’t you seeing what was really in front of you. At the time, your Uncle had warned her of how you were liable to having panic attacks, but they weren’t very common, and were often easily rectified if ever in an emergency situation like if you ever had one during a riding lesson with the students your Uncle allowed into the place.
“Y/n, it’s me,” she cooed, her voice ever so gentle, and you would hesitate, before glancing up at her, your breathing slowing down as soon as your tearful and sore gaze fell upon her.
“R-Regina?” You managed, and she couldn’t help, but breathe a sigh of relief, her eyes glinting whilst a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips again, brightening her up like a lighthouse would the ocean, and you couldn’t help, but get lost in her eyes, feeling safer around her than you ever had with anyone else before.
“You’re okay,” she continued, and you wouldn’t hesitate to collapse into her arms as she drew you close to her, once you allowed her to, and had recognised her to be - well, her, and not your kidnapper, all those years ago, “I promise - you’re safe here, and you always will be, no matter what.”
“I thought-..” You whispered feebly, your voice still shaking, whilst you tried to calm yourself down, focussing on her warmth to the best of her ability, rather than the picture of your kidnapper breaking into your room, a flashlight in his hand, whilst he held a crowbar in his other one. You drew in a shaky breath, clinging to her jacket tighter as you whimpered quietly, fighting back another strained sob to the best of your ability. “Him,” you managed again weakly, “I thought I saw him.”
You then winced, remembering she didn’t know about what had happened to you, before - well, she knew about everything regarding the divorce, but nothing about the kidnapping, so to speak.
“Him?” Regina mused, a pained expression on her face whilst you sniffled barely audibly against her left shoulder, not daring to glance up at her for fear of what she’d think of you; of what she’d achieve out of you - she had that kind of effect on you; the one that made you feel like you could tell her anything, and everything, and the truth was so close on your lips, but you couldn’t let it slip out; you never wanted to think, or even talk about it, ever again, if only your brain would allow you to forget it, forever, after today.
“My dad,” you managed, instead, trying to hide that it had relieved you, to be able to lie, like you just had, “I saw him - he - he was drinking again, he-.. he was shouting, a-and I-.. I-”
“It’s okay,” she reassured you again hastily, not wanting you to panic anymore than you already had as she lifted her right hand up to the back of your head, allowing her to stroke your hair, soothing you more than you thought possible as you drew in a barely audible breath again, and buried your face into the crook of her neck, prompting her to shudder a little, but she tried to hide that you’d flustered her as she pretended to cough, and you appeared a little dejected, closing your eyes tightly to try and fight back the remaining of your tears, “I’m here - I’m here, Y/n, a-and I’m always gonna be here for you, I promise, I-.. no matter what; he isn’t here anymore, and he can never hurt you again - I’d never let him; he wouldn’t ever be able to even touch a hair on your head, I swear, because he wouldn’t get through me - I swear on my life that he wouldn’t; you trust me, don’t you?”
You would appear taken aback by the question, before nodding hastily, sniffling again, and locking eyes with her, making your heart feel as if it had stopped, for a moment, as you tried not to get lost within her orbs again.
“M-More than anything,” you answered, without hesitation, “I - I’ve trusted you ever since I first met you, Reg.”
“Good,” she replied, evidently relieved to hear as much, before she smiled timidly over at you, prompting your heart to skip a beat, and you to forget how to breathe for a moment - how to even function, if she didn’t affectionately connect her forehead to your own, in an attempt to further provide comfort to you, seeing that you needed it still for a reason unbeknownst to her, “I’m glad, because - because I’ve also trusted you ever since I first met you, too - you’re-.. a really good friend; you always have been, and I wanna repay you for being here for me the way you have been.”
You tried to hide that the words ‘really good friend’ had dejected you, prompting you to smile half-heartedly back at her whilst your eyes darkened, and heart squeezed within your chest, feeling as if someone were trying to tear it to pieces somehow, whilst all you could do was watch, and feel it get broken in so many more ways in one, no matter how close you and Regina currently were - the pain would never go away, not until you stopped dreaming of a life with her, as well as stopped being plunged into nightmares about your past - something you feared could never happen, no matter how much you wanted it to. Besides - even if you were reluctant to let your dreams concerning her go - you knew that someone as perfect as her could never feel the same way for someone like you, could they?
‘I’m always gonna be here for you, I promise.’ Her own words kept circling her mind, even as Cal inched closer, his hands trembling a little whilst June, her mother, held her at arm’s length, tears slowly beginning to stream down her cheeks again.
“She’s fine,” Regina managed, barely audibly, her heart pounding uncomfortably again as she averted her gaze down to the ground once more, as soon as Cal expressed relief, before bowing his own head alongside her; he’d evidently been afraid that maybe you’d had a nightmare again, and freaked out on her, but it didn’t completely take his dread away, considering she was here, and not still up there with you.
“That’s good,” June mused, her voice gentle, and eyes never leaving her daughter, as if she were trying to search for the answer upon her to why she’d left you so suddenly, when you’d not even had a nightmare like they feared you had, as soon as they laid eyes upon her so shaken up again, “but-”
“Don’t,” she interjected, her eyes widening, voice trembling, whilst she tried not to allow a strained sob to escape her; talking wasn’t helping, when she was on the verge of breaking down again, “please.”
June winced, before smiling apologetically back at Cal, who sighed barely audibly, before nodding gravely back at her; he understood - it was difficult, and he didn’t want to force Regina in any way, shape, or form, to tell either of them about what had happened when she was set completely against doing so, for a reason unbeknownst to herself as well as the two before her. In a way, it felt like it was something dangling upon the tip of her tongue; she longed to tell people, in secret, that she’d kissed you, and that scared her - it was almost like an addiction, because at the same time she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to share any detail, at all, instead of going back upstairs to do it all over again.
She drew in a sharp breath, wishing she could stop thinking, and not just about the kiss, but also about how much she’d relaxed into it; how it made her feel - she couldn’t stop thinking about you, about all the times you’d smiled sheepishly in her direction, causing her heart to jump somehow in her chest, whilst she began to feel warm and fuzzy each time. She thought about all the times she held you, and you held her, and it was almost enough to make her smile softly down at the ground, until she remembered what had happened between you both a brief moment ago, and how it had ended; how she’d pulled away, and cursed herself for feeling anything for you, without you actually knowing that she did, and feared she always had.
June awkwardly cleared her throat, looking between Regina and your Uncle for a moment whilst she tried to think about the right words to say, now, after what had just happened, with her fleeing your room the way that she had.
“Maybe we should-”
“It might be for the best,” Cal interrupted dejectedly, and June would frown, before nodding gravely, whilst Regina didn’t dare say another word, not sure what to do with herself, now; not sure what to even feel, or think, anymore, now that she’d allowed herself to kiss you the way that she did, “but you can always come around another time, if you want to.”
“T-The place is gonna be open tomorrow, right?” Regina asked, her voice close to a whisper, and Cal would tense up, before nodding slowly, and smiling apologetically in her direction. “And Y/n’ll be-?” She continued, just to make sure.
“She’ll be here,” he reassured her, his eyes still warm regardless of what had just happened between her and you, as well as after the conversation she had had with him, promising that she wouldn’t let either you, or him down, “even if it rains - I take it we’ll still see you tomorrow, then, won’t we, Ms. George?”
“Yes,” Regina answered, without hesitation this time, and Cal would nod as well as smile his thanks to her, glad to see she at least wasn’t giving up on you, even though he and her mother still didn’t know why things had evidently changed the way they had.
“Then we’ll see you tomorrow,” he concluded gently, “goodnight, both of you, and I hope to see both of you again soon, outside of work and riding hours, if you ever wanna come around again.”
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“What was that?” June questioned, once she and her daughter had left the barn, as well as Cal inside it, walking hastily back toward the car mostly because of Regina’s fast pace, but it didn’t stop her from occasionally as well as guilty and dejectedly glancing up at the house you were still meant to be sleeping within.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Regina answered simply, her voice barely audible, and sounding strained, as if she were struggling to hold herself together; struggling to stop it from trembling, even now; even after she’d kissed you, something she’d been subconsciously dreaming of doing for a while, now, only to find herself panicking, and drawing back the way she did though it had been one of the most blissful feelings she’d ever experienced before, to have her lips slot perfectly against your own.
“That might be the case, Regina, but I think this is something we should talk about,” her mother contradicted, and Regina would tense up, wincing, as she bowed her head, and hugged her arms closer to her chest, “why did you leave like that? Did Y/n do something to you?”
Regina faltered in place, her legs failing as she stopped in place, her eyes darkening; she couldn’t let you take the fall for her, even if it wouldn’t change how she felt, to have you kiss her, like she’d kissed you a brief moment ago.
“No,” she answered, without hesitation, sounding a little exasperated as she turned sharply on her mother, “she - she didn’t, she-..” She couldn’t stop it, small tears leaking from her eyes as her mother surveyed her curiously, evidently concerned, even as her daughter defended you, and she was still unaware of what had happened between you both. “I-.. It was me, okay?” She admitted weakly, and June’s expression would soften, her eyes growing a little warmer as she tilted her head partially, before lifting her hands up to her daughter’s shoulders.
“It’s okay,” she cooed gently, as Regina gradually began to break down.
“I did it-”
“Don’t cry, sweetie, it’s okay,” June continued in a softer voice as she drew her daughter into her arms, “just tell me what happened, and I’ll try and help you - I promise I will; the damage can’t be that bad, can it?”
“I kissed her,” she answered, in a voice close to a whisper, and June would fall quiet for a moment, realising.
“That’s okay,” she reassured her, and Regina would hesitate, before glancing up at her mother with a pained expression on her face, “h-how did it seem, to you?”
She would appear confused by the question, as well as a little further flustered by it, wincing again, before she bowed her head, and shuffled awkwardly upon the spot whilst she continued to try and swallow the lump back within her throat.
“W-What do you mean?” Regina inquired, as if she didn’t know, but her mother wouldn’t give in - not yet.
“You know what I mean, honey,” June insisted, her eyes trying to meet her daughter’s again, if only they’d let her, “how did the kiss feel, to you? Did you like it?”
“That’s irrelevant,” Regina contradicted, before pulling out of her mother’s embrace, and continuing toward the car, but June continued along the way, rushing after her daughter no matter how fast she walked ahead of her.
“Oh, c’mon, sweetie,” she pried, “I know you, and if you just talk to me about it, maybe I could help you!”
“Well you’re not helping me,” Regina spat, her voice briefly cracking as she opened the right back door of her mother’s car.
“Then tell me how I can help you-”
“You can help me, by shutting up,” she hissed, and June would falter, before nodding gravely, and appearing a little dejected, prompting Regina to falter, and sigh heavily as she looked away from her mother, not sure what had made her snap like that, but - all she knew now - was that she needed to be careful, around you, for her own sake, as much as your’s.
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‘Well you’re not helping me!’ You heard Regina snap at her mother from a few paces below your bedroom window, prompting your heart to sink as you warily inched closer to the wall, before getting up off of your bed to sneak a glance at the two of them outside of their car.
Your lips tingled a little, as you thought back to the kiss, your heart skipping a beat, before it dropped and felt as if it were being squeezed excruciatingly all over again. You drew in a strained, shaky, and barely audible breath, your eyes darkening as you bowed your head a little, before releasing the curtain from your left hand; you shouldn’t dwell on it any longer, especially when you doubted anyone as perfect as her could feel anything for you, too.
“Y/n?” Cal began gently, his voice full of concern again as well as sympathy; he could tell that you were in pain, your shoulders tensing up a little as you glanced back at him, a lump forming within your throat as you scowled shook your head, small tears clouding your vision.
“It wasn’t her,” you claimed, without hesitation, “it - it wasn’t-”
“It’s okay,” he reassured you, a pained expression on his face as he drew closer to you slowly, the car outside slowly beginning to pull out of the drive-way, its wheels crackling upon the gravel, filling up the rest of the painful silence that passed between you both, until you felt able to speak up again.
“It’s not!” You cried, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, steadily beginning to break down as he wrapped his arms around you, strained sobs slipping from your lips as you shook within his embrace, before returning it tightly, unable to stop thinking about her, and how her lips were so soft against your own, only making the pain worse than it was, before. “It was me! I scared her away; I kissed her,” you added hoarsely, and Cal would realise, his heart sinking alongside your own at such a revelation; he didn’t think Regina would reject you like that, but he held no hatred for anyone, but your father, and the man who had kidnapped you - he knew she must have her reasons, and she did, “it was all me; my fault; m-my stupid brain - she probably hates me, now-”
“She doesn’t hate you,” Cal contradicted hastily, not wanting you to think something like that as he held you at arms length, “I can see that she doesn’t; she probably just-.. needs some time, to think about things, but she told me herself that she’d be back, hopefully tomorrow, if that’s okay?”
You would appear taken aback, your heart skipping a beat, before you glanced up at him, sniffled quietly, and lifted your right hand up to wipe your eyes, but it didn’t stop the smaller tears from leaking out of the corners of them.
“S-She told you that, too?” You mused, and Cal would nod, noting that you’d said ‘too’, and not just ended the question on ‘that’, suggesting to him that you’d also heard from her that she’d be returning, the next day, like he had a brief moment ago.
“You doubted that she would?” He guessed, and you would frown, before nodding gravely, and bowing your head again. “I see,” he continued slowly; thoughtfully, “well, I’m afraid the only thing you can do right now, is not worry about what’s already happened, and instead think about what can be done to make up for it, right?”
“I guess,” you agreed begrudgingly, your voice briefly trembling as you tried to recompose yourself even further, somehow, making yet another failure of an attempt to swallow the lump in your throat.
“Good,” he replied, before smiling softly over at you, but you didn’t feel any better, simply forcing a smile over at him, before you awkwardly shuffled on your feet, trying not to think about the kiss anymore with everything within you, but you found it to be the only thing you could think about, the rest of that night, as soon as Cal had hesitantly retired himself to bed after completing one more check of the horses, now all surprisingly asleep as they should be, until the sun came back up excruciatingly slowly for both you, and Regina, the remainder of that night.
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Regina struggled to focus during the school day, even as she and her friends sat together in the cafeteria, you a little ways away from them; you never really tended to sit together - never even seemed to talk, during the day, until you and her met to work as your Uncle’s stablehands after all the school work was done and over with for you both. As usual, Cady and Aaron were sitting together, followed by Janis and her girlfriend from last year, whilst she, Karen, and Gretchen were sat on the end of the table, each talking amongst themselves peacefully, until Karen asked Regina a question, and she was snapped out of her previous trance of thought, trying not to look in your direction as soon as she’d been broken out of it.
Instead, she looked up at Karen and Gretchen, mustered up a half-hearted ‘hm’, before forcing a smile, and wishing someone would give her an excuse to look in your direction; she was desperate to see how you were; to see if you, too, were possibly thinking about what had occurred the day before, but it terrified her to think about how things could change, if her feelings were reciprocated, especially when she’d not even broken up with Shane, yet.
Gretchen appeared concerned, tilting her head partially in response to Regina’s unexpected reaction; she’d never seen her like this before.
“Are you okay, Regina? You’ve been - unusually quiet, today,” she mused, and Regina would wince, before shrugging, and acting as if she were unperturbed; as if nothing were phasing her, as usual - well, not since she’d recovered from the incident with the bus, last year.
“I’m fine,” she reassured, trying to inject some brightness into her voice, “honestly.” But they clearly didn’t believe her, still watching her curiously for a moment, until Gretchen decided to question her some more as she averted her gaze back down to the bottle of water she’d recently bought - she’d not really felt like eating, today.
“Have you even been listening to anything of what we’re saying?” She pried, and Regina would try and fight back a sigh, nodding begrudgingly as she reluctantly returned her gaze to her friends sat opposite her.
“Sure I have,” she answered, her eyebrows furrowing a little, “why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know,” Gretchen replied, truthfully, “unless you’re hiding something from us - are you?”
Regina tensed up, trying not to glance back at you again, as she fidgeted with her hands under the table, trying to find the right answer she could muster in response to her question.
“No,” she responded, a little defensively, as she tried not to express that she was getting a little flustered again, trying desperately not to remind herself of the kiss yesterday, but - no matter how hard she tried - it always seemed to come back to the front of her mind, as if it were a fresher memory than it truly was, “I’d never hide anything from anyone - especially not you guys.” Both Gretchen and Karen shared a look, and Regina tensed up even more, like a deer caught in headlights, but she wouldn’t let them win against her. “N-Not anymore, I mean,” she added, her voice barely audible, and hasty, as if she were afraid of you overhearing such a response.
“Okay,” Gretchen continued slowly, but Regina could tell that she wasn’t quite out of the woods, yet, “if you really were listening, can you answer Karen’s question about the acorns?”
Acorns? That confused her even more, her eyebrows subconsciously furrowing again as she appeared a little puzzled, before looking toward Karen who looked expectant, as well as a little intrigued, mostly because she still wanted to know if acorns were smarter than people, as well as eager to find out somehow what was plaguing Regina’s train of thought the way they could both tell something was, even as she tried to claim that nothing was vexing her in any way, shape, or form, no matter how much they claimed it was.
“Acorns?” She inquired, subconsciously, forgetting the task at hand, and Karen would make to repeat the question, before Gretchen spoke up again.
“See? You weren’t listening,” she determined, and Regina would try not to roll her eyes, realising she’d messed up, “what’s going on with you, today? You’re being weird; this isn’t - well, you, at all.”
She hesitated, trying to make something up, and fast, especially when she noticed that the whole table had just fallen quiet to her left.
“It - It’s nothing,” Regina stated, avoiding eye contact with each of them, “it’s just - I don’t know, me and Shane had a fight again, earlier - that’s all; it’s not a big deal.”
Gretchen’s expression softened, whilst the others appeared concerned as well as worried about their friend - even Damian, sat currently at least a couple tables away to work on lyrics with his boyfriend, Toby (a recent date of his since even before the night of the prom) - looked up upon hearing it had got a little quieter where the group were sitting, right now - something unusual for their table as a whole, even during the shorter break time that came before lunchtime tended to arrive.
She’d feel bad, she knew - if it weren’t an entire lie; she and Shane had, in fact, briefly fought earlier, just before the school day had started, and she’d first regrouped with the others for the day, but she still felt a little heavy, knowing it was what happened between you and her yesterday that she couldn’t stop thinking about, rather than her arguments with Shane recently.
“Are you okay?” Gretchen inquired, her voice a little lower, since it was more of a personal subject to be discussing right now, only meant for the ears of her friends, and preferably nobody else, you excluded, since you were also her friend, though the others didn’t really know about you, yet, considering you didn’t tend to hang out together during the school day the way she did the others.
“Yeah,” Regina answered genuinely - it didn’t phase her anymore, though it probably should; some of the things he called her were horrible, “I - I’m kinda used to it, now, so - it’s not a problem, I swear-”
“Dump him,” Janis interjected, her girlfriend Lisa nodding beside her, “he doesn’t deserve you, honestly.”
“Janis is right,” Cady corroborated, and Regina would nod thoughtfully, managing a timid smile over at each of them as they spoke, “he doesn’t - it’s like, ever since the year started, he’s been avoiding you; you guys used to hang out more, but now.. I don’t trust him - you should totally just drop him, find someone better - there has to be someone else here that you like, is there?”
She didn’t dare answer, though your name was lingering uncomfortably upon the tip of her tongue, especially after her heart had jumped at Cady’s use of the word ‘someone’, instead of simply just another guy, something that she knew would only make her feel uncomfortable after all she’d been through with her ex boyfriends, and Shane, recently, her recently developing feelings for you only adding to that unsettled pit lingering within her stomach.
“Not that I know of, yet,” she claimed, instead, though she soon found herself unable to stop thinking about you again; your voice, small and sleepy, the night before; your eyes glinting; her brushing her lips against your own - her heart jumped again, and she quickly looked away from Cady, shrugging as she tried to distract herself with her bottle of water, all whilst a soft smile tried desperately to play on the curves of her lips in response to the thought of you, and her kissing you the night before. “But I’ll dump him,” she concluded, certain of herself, sounding determined, whilst her friends all appeared relieved at such a revelation, “I just need to wait for the right time to do it.”
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Gravel cracked beneath her boots as she walked up the driveway of your Uncle’s riding centre, light rain droplets falling upon her and the floor below her as she moved swiftly, hoping to find you out in the riding pasture like your Uncle had stated you would be, in an email to each of the stablehands detailing their timetables today; what they were meant to be doing; where they were meant to be, right now, until - as well as a little after - the riding lessons were done for the day, and the horses were catered for until the next morning.
She wrapped her arms around herself, the wind biting a little though she was wearing a jumper, and quite a thick one, hoping it would keep the cold out completely, before she’d arrived here again. A couple other stablehands walked by her, talking amongst themselves and giggling quietly, until they disappeared around the corner, into the stable, but she didn’t stop and follow them, though she wanted to make sure that you were where you were meant to be, before she interrupted a lesson for no particular reason, except to talk to you about the previous night, not sure yet still what she was hoping for from you, as well as herself.
She also had made sure to keep her head down as she passed them, knowing she was probably supposed to be helping them out with arranging tack for the next set of riders, instead of going to the pasture the way that she was, her heart skipping a beat as soon as she noticed the outdoor riding arena coming into view, opposite the indoor one almost directly. She’d never really been in the indoor riding arena before; it was mainly for private lessons, as well as for the training of the horses who seemed to have more of a - challenging and wild personality than the others did - at least, that was what you’d told her the first day she’d arrived here, and asked you about it.
She couldn’t help, but begin walking a bit faster, determined to make things right, somehow, now more than ever, whether that was by just talking to you about what she did, or by doing something she was more afraid of, but she guessed she’d just have to see how you’d react to her, first, as she leaned against the pasture fence, watching you leading the students on Gile, a Buckskin Tobiano Mustang who had a tendency of being grumpy, especially when you’d first introduced her to him.
You rode so well; she couldn’t help, but watch in awe for a moment - she’d been struggling, herself, to get the hang of it, whenever your Uncle had allowed you to give her a lesson alongside the other stablehands as a reward for their work, completely free. She almost forgot what she’d came over here for, until she noticed your Uncle walking over to her, prompting her to wince, and hastily avert her gaze as she wondered if she should just speed-walk out of here, considering she couldn’t think up any other excuses for being here, and not where the others were, currently, preparing for the next group’s lesson in almost less than half an hour - if she wanted to talk to you, and fast, with a resolving of what she’d done the night before, she’d have to do it quickly - like, right now, before he could reach her, and usher her away from the outdoor arena, when that was - unbeknownst to her - the opposite of what he was planning on doing, currently, if only she knew that, herself.
“Remember, keep steady,” she heard you advise the students, walking along behind you, her heart pounding within her chest uncomfortably as she gripped on a little tighter to the fence, trying to find the right words to say, as well as trying desperately not to let go, and flee before it was too late to talk to you, when she felt able to do so, “the horses can sense your fear, and you need to make sure that you treat them with the respect that they deserve, whilst showing them who’s boss if they step out of line, so don’t let yourself slip, but if you do, treat them right, and they’ll treat you right, too.”
“She’s right,” Regina corroborated, and you would falter, your heart skipping a beat as you looked toward her, your eyes glinting a little as you lifted your right hand up to stop the students behind you from getting any closer, your Uncle wincing as he looked over at you, before returning his attention to her, “your strongest muscle, and worst enemy, is your mind - train it well.”
“Regina,” you began timidly, your heart squeezing a little as you remembered the night before, whilst your eyes darkened all over again, but you tried to stop the smile on your face from faltering the way it longed to, at least a little; seeing her would always make the ends of your lips curve up just slightly, as long as she were there with you, the way she was here for you, now, and intended to always be there for you, no matter what, even after what had happened between you both the night before, “w-what are you-”
“I’ll take over for you, Y/n, for a bit, okay?” Cal decided, and you would hesitate, before nodding, and smiling faintly your thanks to him as you carefully dismounted Gile, so your Uncle could instead ride him for the remainder of the lesson, as you jogged over to Regina, and quickly climbed over the fence so you could be out of the way of him as well as the students, especially when they were about to be trotting over some of the poles that had been laid out before the lesson had begun for them.
“Hey,” you greeted a little nervously, as she shuffled awkwardly on the spot for a moment, warily looking over at your Uncle to make sure that he wasn’t looking over at you both, before she gently took your left hand in her right one, mouthed a quick ‘follow me’, and rushed you away from the outdoor riding pasture.
🜚
Time seemed to slow down, for a moment - at least, you felt like it did, as you surveyed her peacefully, your eyes light, and heart pounding still in your chest as her hair flowed behind her, making her look even more like a goddess than she already did. You tried to fight back a sigh, especially since you knew it would sound weird, as you raced behind her, taking a while to catch your breath, until she snuck you into the next stable, and led you over to Firenze and Felicity.
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“What are you doing?” You questioned, once you and Regina had stopped before their stalls, a sheepish smile on her face as she beamed over at you, evidently glad to see you again, after yesterday night’s events.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Y/n?” She inquired, as she carefully took down a couple of bridles, you watching her warily as she walked back up to Firenze’s as well as Felicity’s stall.
“Regina,” you began cautiously, but she wouldn’t listen, “don’t-”
“We won’t get enough time together, if we stay,” Regina interjected gently, and you would falter, a pained expression on your face, before you nodded gravely, and nervously looked away from her, your gaze stopping at the double doors, but luckily they were still closed, and you couldn’t hear anyone passing by, or getting any closer to them.
“Then give me one of the bridles, and I’ll tack up a horse for you,” you replied, and she would frown, evidently disappointed as she glanced back at you; she’d been hoping to ride Felicity, to keep her and her makeshift brother together, but you knew what Felicity liked to do, and you couldn’t risk Regina being flung off of her.
“But-”
“Please!” You begged, and she would sigh, before nodding begrudgingly, and passing on one of the bridles to you; if you and her were going to be riding outside of the establishment, then you wanted to keep her safe, so you moved away from Felicity’s stall, and instead walked toward Sunrise’s one.
🜚
You and Regina slowly walked side-by-side upon your horses, you on Firenze, and she on Sunrise, a pretty dapple grey Dutch Warmblood. Though she tended to slow down a lot without being instructed to do so, you felt she would be better off riding her, instead of Felicity, considering the White Friesian mare did tend to like bolting a lot more than Firenze did, whenever you or your Uncle were riding her outside of the compound.
“How are you doing, over there?” You inquired, trying to hide that you were smirking upon hearing Regina’s quiet struggles beside you, evidently finding it difficult to settle into the saddle more than you ever had.
Regina winced, evidently embarrassed as she tensed up a little, Sunrise snorting as she tossed her head a little, evidently nervous in response to her rider’s discomfort, but you managed to reach over, and hold part of the mare’s rein to try and stabilise her, though you doubted she’d bolt like either Firenze or Felicity would.
“I’m fine,” she claimed, not wanting to appear like she couldn’t handle the mare beneath her like you were managing Firenze, “you don’t need to worry about me - I can do this, I swear!”
“Not like that,” you contradicted gently, and she would grunt, before you reluctantly released the rein, warily watching Sunrise for a moment, before you returned your gaze to her after determining that the mare was calm, enough, “sit up, first, and keep your feet in the stirrups - do not move them out, just yet; you aren’t ready for that.”
She would hesitate, before begrudgingly doing as you told her to do, prompting you to express relief as you surveyed her peacefully, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Okay,” she replied slowly, “what now?”
“Just focus on Sunrise, now,” you answered, “keep a good hold on those reins, but don’t pull at her bit too much, okay? You need her to know that she can trust you; that you know what you’re doing, otherwise she won’t trust you, and will probably end up trying to buck you off of her-”
“Wait, what?” She interjected, and you would wince, Sunrise snorting again as she prodded along, whilst Firenze tossed his head alongside her; they’d evidently not appreciated her interruption, sensing that she was still a little uncomfortable in her position.
“Don’t think about that, now,” you advised her hastily, but still in a soft voice, not wanting to startle the horses any further, “just focus on the reins, and the speed you want her to go. You remember what I told you about slowing down, right? Squeeze her sides a bit, and pull back on the reins-”
“I remember that, I just-..” She trailed off, wincing, before she bowed her head a little, and you would frown, bringing Firenze a little closer to Sunrise so you could encouragingly squeeze her left shoulder using your right hand, prompting her heart to skip a beat as she glanced over at you for a moment, her eyes glinting, and smile beginning to grow back just as easily as it had gone away. You then faltered, remembering the night before again as you tried not to glance down at her lips, your eyes darkening, and heart sinking as you forced a smile over at her, before you removed your hand from her shoulder, trying not to break down, or lose your focus, especially not right now, with Firenze, and the possibility of him bolting when you were least expecting him to. “Hey,” she began gently; a little dejectedly as she averted her gaze back down to the reins, “I just-.. I wanted to bring you out here because-.. because I wanted to tell you that I - I’m-”
“Don’t,” you interrupted weakly, and she would fall quiet, a pained expression on her face as she looked over at you, tensing up a little again as she wondered why her heart felt as if it were being squeezed all over again, “I-.. there’s nothing for you to be sorry for, okay? We were both - both tired, a-and-..”
“Yeah, but-.. why?” She questioned, and you would appear puzzled, as well as a little scared as you looked over at her, your eyes full of a little anxiety as you wondered what she were trying to achieve out of you after what had happened between you both last night.
“Why were we both tired?” You inquired, hopefully, but she would hastily shake her head, appearing a little exasperated in response to your own question.
“No,” she answered, her voice trembling a little, “I - I meant - why? Why didn’t you push me away, then? If you didn’t like it, why didn’t you push me away? None of it makes sense-”
“Does it have to make sense?” You retorted, and she would falter, a hurt look on her face in response to you snapping at her the way you had, prompting you to falter, a pained expression on your face as you bowed your head a little, your eyes darkening again as guilt as well as shame began to overwhelm you; you hated upsetting her, the way you could tell you had a brief moment ago. You both rode along in silence for a little while, universes of pain spreading between you both excruciatingly, but you didn’t know what to say, so instead you allowed what you were currently thinking to slip from your lips, instead. “I’m sorry,” you continued a little shakily, as small tears began to cloud your vision, a lump beginning to form within your throat again, and Regina would frown, her heart aching for you in response to the sound of your voice breaking the way it did, prompting her to glance over at you, her expression softening as she did, “I’m sorry, okay?”
“Y/n-”
“I-.. I can’t always know the answer,” you interrupted feebly again, and she would shake her head hastily, not wanting you to feel as if you had to explain yourself like that, especially when it prompted you to begin putting yourself down again, something that hurt her almost as much as it hurt you, whenever she heard you cursing yourself for things like this, “a-and I hate myself for that, I really do, I-”
“It’s not your fault,” she contradicted gently, and you would hesitate, before you fell quiet, and glanced over at her again, your heart skipping a beat as soon as your gaze fell upon her; her soft eyes, sweet smile - it was an effort not to get lost within her orbs all over again, all the while you still found yourselves longing to glance down at her lips, your own tingling again at the thought of the kiss you’d shared with her last night - if only she’d not made you crave it even more than you ever had anything else before, as soon as she’d shared such an addictive experience with you. “It’s mine, okay? You know it is,” she reminded you, but you didn’t want her to take the blame for it, either, making to protest, before she continued again, “I’m sorry.”
You hastily shook your head again, your heart pounding against your ribcage uncomfortably whilst you tried to find the right words to say, but your thoughts were too loud, and your lips were still tingling as the memory of the night before kept replaying within your mind.
“Reg-”
“No,” she interjected, sounding a little exasperated again, “you don’t get to apologise for things that aren’t your fault, okay?”
You faltered, hesitating, and she could see that you still felt as if you should protest, your lips moving a little for a moment, as your eyes appeared thoughtful, but her voice had been firm, as well as soft enough, to deter you from doing so.
“Okay,” you answered, instead, and she would express relief, glad that she’d managed to get through to you, before you could panic anymore than you already had, a brief moment ago.
“Good,” she replied gently, her eyes growing a little warmer as she hesitantly returned her gaze to what was ahead of her, reminding herself of what you’d told her, before, about making sure you knew the environment around you, to prevent yourself from having an accident whilst riding outside of the compound the way you both were, right now, you still on Firenze, and she still on Sunrise, the two horses calmly prodding alongside each other as if they were unperturbed by what was currently going on above them both. “I’m sorry,” she began again, her voice barely audible, as if it were growing to be more of an effort to speak with every second that passed between you both, a heavy wall pressing down upon both of your chests and throats, making it harder all the more to not break down the way your emotions seemed to want you to, right now, riding alongside each other with small tears clouding each of your visions, “I - I really am, okay? I’m sorry that-..” She swallowed uncomfortably, her voice cracking as she did, but she couldn’t get rid of the lump forming within her throat. “That I left, like I did, a-after-..” She drew in a shaky breath, whilst you tried not to shake your head again, listening to her through partially ringing ears, your heart aching even more within your chest. “I should have stayed,” she stated, her voice a little firmer, and you could tell that she was angry at herself for not doing so, when you couldn’t blame her, at all; you just wanted her to be happy, and you felt as if you could never make her happy like that; the way you wished you could ever since you’d first met her, even when you didn’t know exactly what your feelings for her meant, at all, until this moment in time, “but that’s not the only thing I’m sorry for.” You appeared taken aback, evidently surprised by such a revelation; it only hurt even more to know that such things had been plaguing her just like they had you, just because of what had happened between you both yesterday. “I’m also sorry, b-because-..” She sighed, wishing this weren’t so hard; she had been hoping it would be easier, but she’d found that it had always been hard to find the right words around you, especially whenever you smiled at her like you did, every time your gaze fell upon her. “Fuck, why is this so hard?” She uttered, evidently flustered as well as frustrated, and you couldn’t help, but smile softly down at Firenze’s mane, finding it cute, how easily she could be flustered by some things, like she was, now. “Sorry,” she managed, as she winced, realising she’d said that out loud, only embarrassing as well as exasperating her further as she tried to start again for her sake, as much as your own, “l-look, I’m-.. I’m sorry, that I had nothing to say that night - I should’ve-.. I-..”
“Can we dismount, here? Really quick?” You requested, your voice close to a whisper, and she would fall quiet, her heart skipping a beat again as she looked over at you, her eyes widening a little as she subconsciously eased Sunrise into a standing position, and you would express relief, bringing Firenze to a stop beside her.
“Sure,” she answered curiously, “why?”
🜚
For a moment, all you could imagine flashed through your mind. You saw yourself pinning her gently against one of the trees to her right, your heart pounding alongside your own as you pressed your lips to hers, imagining yourself revelling in the feeling of her body against your own - a beautiful feeling. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach; you tried not to look over at her too much, blood rushing to your cheeks; your urges were so vivid, so near, that you could almost reach out and grab them, but you didn’t want to lose her, so you kept your hands to yourself to the best of your ability.
Leaves crunched beneath both your, and her feet, as you trailed slowly side by side, leading your horses behind you as you admired the scenery around you, wondering if there were anything more perfect, than this moment you both found yourselves in.
“H-Hey, I, erm-”
“I missed you,” you began absent-mindedly, before wincing, your voice barely audible, blood rushing to your cheeks. Regina faltered, her expression softening as she glanced over at you, her eyes glinting just a little alongside your own; she’d missed you, too - all day today, whilst she was at school, as well as last night, even before she’d kissed you, and fled from your side again the way that she did, not too long ago, now. “A-All of last night, and-..” You fell quiet, and she would frown, before nodding gravely, and timidly linking her fingers with your own, prompting your heart to skip a beat, and you to falter in speech, mind, lung, and muscle, as you stopped beside her, and - as you were terrified of your feelings for her right now; of what they’d make you do - you hastily removed your hand from hers, stammering a little shakily; barely audibly, for a moment, whilst she appeared hurt by your decision as you stepped back a little from her side, avoiding eye contact with her to the best of your ability.
“Y/n-”
“I - I don’t think we should be friends, anymore,” you uttered, sounding a little exasperated, and strained, as if just sounding the words out was painful for you to do, whilst she, too, found it hard to hide that your words had struck her, leaving what felt like a burning hole within her chest.
“What?” She replied; she still couldn’t quite believe it, but you wouldn’t let it go, shaking your head as you stepped back again, before she could get any closer than she subconsciously had.
“I don’t-.. I’m not-” You struggled, your voice briefly trembling as you tried not to cry, an overwhelming lump within your throat again. “I can’t do this anymore; I don’t want this-”
“Y/n, stop-”
“I don’t want you,” you concluded weakly, though every word was far from the truth, burning your tongue excruciatingly as you wished you could just tear your heart out, and just give it to her right now, on more than just some silver platter, “I-”
“So that’s it?” Regina interrupted, a hurt look on her face, and you would falter, hesitantly glancing up at her whilst small tears leaked from the corners of your eyes.
“Reg-”
“You’re just gonna - what, throw us away? After everything?” She questioned, her voice firm, though you could still tell she was hurting, too, just like you were - you just wondered why. “Is this about the kiss, yesterday?” She inquired, the question throwing you off guard as you tensed up, before hastily lowering your gaze again as you bit down harshly upon your tongue, almost enough to draw blood as a faint metallic taste began to form grossly within your mouth, only to be worsened by her drawing slowly closer to you, a hopeful, as well as pained, and curious expression on her face.
“What? No, you-”
She didn’t hesitate, gently easing you against the tree behind you as she delicately pressed her lips to your own, and you relaxed within her embrace, your eyelids fluttering shut at the feeling.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” She mused, sounding a little breathless, her voice close to a whisper, and you would wince, not realising for a moment that the kiss had ended when it did, the realisation that it was over only making you feel empty inside all over again.
“Regina,” you began again feebly, a little nervous; you’d never been in a situation like this before, her eyes never leaving your own.
“I liked it, too,” she managed, though the words still felt foreign; dangerous, considering her previous ideals and personality, last year - it was unusual, but not in her own eyes, just in the eyes of the others, back at Northshore high, “t-that’s why I-”
“There you two are,” your Uncle interrupted, and you both would falter, tensing up as he and his horse, Willow, a Black Pinto Clydesdale, emerged into the clearing, their auras emitting the same calmness the pair shared, together, completely contradictory to your and Regina’s current demeanours, as you warily asked him the question you were first thinking of, your eyes doing all the talking they needed to do, for you. “Don’t worry - the session’s still going; Desdemona’s got it covered,” he explained, his voice gentle, just so you both knew he wasn’t angry, at all; he was more relieved, than he was anything else, glad to see that you two were at least still talking, after yesterday’s events.
You expressed relief, as well as dejection, forcing a smile, before you nodded gravely, and averted your gaze again.
“I-..” You began slowly, your voice briefly cracking as Cal warily looked between you both, his eyes looking as if they were trying to scan through the both of you; trying to determine the skip, drop, and squeeze of your heart beats, as if they were that easy to read, right now, just through the ways you were both standing; the way you were trying to form a sentence, only to fail miserably before the girl you loved, and the man you considered to be your only family, after all that had happened to you, all those years ago, with the divorce, as well as the kidnapping that had previously befallen you. “We-”
“I can give you both some more time, if you need it?” Cal suggested, his voice already knowing, but neither you or Regina dared to respond, finding you couldn’t even muster up the right words to say, each one stuck within your throats, but it wasn’t something new to him - not at all. “Do you?” He continued, and Regina made to nod, but before she could say anything, you were shaking your head, and uttering that you had stuff to do, before you walked hastily back to Firenze’s left side, and carefully climbed back up into his saddle, gone before she could even say goodbye to you, only making her heart ache even more within her chest, somehow. “She’ll come around,” he reassured her gently, and she would wince, realising she’d zoned out, a pained expression on your face, as soon as you had disappeared back into the woodland behind them both, “she just-.. needs some time, probably, to think about things.”
Regina frowned, before nodding gravely, and awkwardly shuffling on the spot as she tried to recompose herself, feeling pathetic for how she’d just acted around you, before.
“I know,” she corroborated, her voice soft, though it longed to crack like your’s had, the lump still stuck within her throat, and her face still warm, like it usually was when she was trying not to cry.
“Good,” he replied, evidently glad; he didn’t want her to think that you’d left, and would never talk to her again, now, regardless of what had just happened between you both; he knew you too well, to even fear that you’d completely leave her alone like that - even after the world had done you wrong the way it did, all those years ago, you still tried; you would never abandon those you loved, he only hoped that such a trait never left you, for both your sake, as much as her own.
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On the ride back, neither of them said a word to each other - at least, not until they were about to leave the woodlands behind them, the academy’s arenas coming in to view just about beyond the tree-line, before it could be broken, and they would be out in the open again.
“I’m sorry,” Regina managed, her voice barely audible, and heart aching again as her eyes darkened; she hated how she’d left you the way she did, last night, when she feared you needed her the most, in the state that you had been, before she’d arrived, and - regardless of how right the previous moment had felt between you both - she still felt guilty for reacting the way she did; for pressing you against that tree, and kissing you again; it was something she never thought she was capable of allowing herself to do, before, considering she’d always tried to hide her own secret desires the way she had been, until she’d first met you, and began to see and think of you everywhere she seemed to go, away from here, “for - for last night - I shouldn’t have-.. y’know; I should have stayed with her, and I hate myself for leaving, I swear I do, I-”
“She understands why you did it, Ms. George,” Cal reassured her gently, but she didn’t want you to understand; she wanted you to hate her for what she did, though the thought of you hating her was painful, in itself, “and - in a way - so do I.”
Regina curiously looked over at him, though she didn’t mean it any disrespectful way; it was just a surprise to her as it wasn’t something she’d ever heard him talking about, before, despite her being around him and you for a while, now, almost proper family to you, in some ways - at least, she wished she could be that for you. Little did she know, that you did feel that strong of an attachment to her already, and it was almost unbearable when things became the way that they were, now, between you both, especially when you found yourself rejecting her, afraid of disappointing her, as well as of what Shane might do, considering she was still with him, currently; still arguing with him everyday, and trying to hide it from you, though you could see through her the pain and frustration it was putting her through, you just never thought part of that pain would be a manifestation of what was also going on between you both, too.
“You do?” She mused, almost sounding relieved, and Cal would nod gravely, before smiling faintly over at her.
“I do,” he repeated gently, “love, it does - curious, things to people.”
Regina faltered at his use of the word ‘love’, her heart skipping a beat, before she hastily looked away from him, trying to hide that she could feel her cheeks beginning to warm up in response to his phrasing; she’d never considered ‘love’ as being what her feelings for you, were, but - in a way - it felt like it made sense, and the word seemed more appealing to her, now, as a soft smile began to tug at the corners of her lips as she found herself unable to stop thinking about you, and what you might be doing right now, again.
“Love? What makes you think it’s-”
“Feelings, then,” Cal rephrased, and Regina would frown, before nodding slowly in response to his interjection - she already missed the previous word, but not as much as she missed being with you, the way she was earlier, “everyone’s had them - whether they’re love, or something less, they’re there - you might be scared of them, right now, but you won’t be for long, that much I can promise you, it’s just what they do to you, after-..” Your Uncle sighed, whilst Regina looked over at him, a concerned as well as curious expression on her face as he seemed to be trying to recompose himself, small tears clouding his own vision as he avoided her gaze strategically, desperate to try and keep himself together for you, as well as for her, but the thought of how his late husband had gone made his body weak, each day that passed by since his own passing - the cold of his bed’s left side would never go away, when he woke up in the morning. “I’m sorry, Ms. George, but I really must be checking on the session, now,” he stated, his voice a little more strained as he forced a smile over at her, “just - give it time, and you’ll see.” He then eased Willow into a trot beneath him, only making it a few paces away from her, before he halted his stallion again. “Oh, and by the way,” he continued, as Willow prodded slowly toward the end of the tree-line, “we were all young once, Ms. George, never forget that, will you?”
🜚
Cal’s words followed her everywhere after he’d gone, as she trotted Sunrise back toward the stable, being as careful as she possibly could, considering she was by herself, now, no-one to protect her if something went wrong, but she didn’t blame you for rushing off the way you did, after what had previously happened between you both. She knew Cal said she should wait, but it was painful trying to hide from her feelings, something silently pulling her toward the house as she sneakily rushed up the porch, looking around her warily, before she eased open the front door, and immediately headed for the stairwell.
🜸
You were inside your room, crying, at the time; you’d tried to hold it all back, but the emotions soon came flooding out of you, as soon as you were alone, curled up upon your bed the way that you were, now. You sniffled barely audibly against your pillow, hugging your knees to your chest as your shoulders shook a little with every strained and uncontrollable sob that escaped your lips - you didn’t doubt you would have been stuck like this for a while, if she didn’t stop outside your door, and knock on it gently the way that she did.
🜸
As soon as she reached the door, she faltered, a pained expression on her face as soon as she heard you crying behind it; it was unbearable. For a moment, she couldn’t lift her right arm to knock, instead allowing her palm to press against the door as she tried to work up the courage to do something, anything, and it then struck her that you were only a few paces away from her, prompting her heart to skip a beat, before she smiled softly, and managed to pull herself out of her brief trance, before she knocked upon the door, and you managed a feeble ‘come in’ in response to the sound.
🜸
Before she could open the door, you were hastily wiping your eyes, and forcing yourself to sit up. You evidently expected Cal to be stood on the other side, your heart dropping, and muscles tensing up as soon as your gaze had fallen upon her. She stared back at you, lingering anxiously by the door as she fidgeted a little with her fingers again, her heart pounding overwhelmingly alongside your own.
“Y/n-”
“W-What are you doing, in here?” You questioned, and she would frown, a hurt look on her face as she bowed her head for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.
“I-.. I don’t know, I just-.. I guess I just-..” She sighed, evidently frustrated again - even her cheeks were turning a little pink; you couldn’t help, but find it adorable, trying not to show that her current demeanour was making your skin buzz with elation. “I wanted to see you, okay?” She managed, eventually, sounding just as exasperated as she looked, right now. “I-..” She fell quiet, her heart sinking as her eyes darkened, prompting you to feel a little guilty as you bowed your head, fidgeting with your own shaky fingers alongside her, as she timidly drew closer, hoping you’d accept her presence, this time. “I’m sorry,” she began again, her voice briefly trembling; sounding dejected, only making you feel worse, but still you didn’t dare look up at her - everything about her was just too-.. tempting, and you couldn’t take the way you felt around her; your feelings were growing to be too intense; more than they ever had, before, “f-for earlier, I-.. I really-”
“It’s fine,” you reassured her gently, and she would express relief, her heart skipping a beat as her eyes began to glint a little again, “it-.. it was my fault, anyway.”
That took her aback, again; she hastily shook her head, not wanting you to blame yourself for what she’d done as she then stepped even closer, your heart pounding even faster somehow with every step she took, only a few away from your bed, now.
“I-”
“Reg,” you interjected gently, but your voice was still firm - it was a warning, and nothing less than that; you didn’t want to lose control of yourself around her, especially when she was so close to you, right now, only leaving you more afraid than ever of what you’d end up doing; of everything you were imagining yourself doing, even after what had happened between you both, earlier, within the clearing.
“I know,” she replied, her voice soft and strained, and your heart begged to surrender to her, but you didn’t want to make things worse for her like you feared you would, if ever she decided she wanted to be with you, instead of Shane, “look, maybe-.. maybe we don’t have to talk about it, right now, if you don’t want to? W-Would you let me just-.. stay with you, l-like I should have, last night?”
You would appear taken aback by her suggestion, your heart positively soaring in response to it; you couldn’t think of anything you’d ever wanted more, as you tried to win back control of a clear mind, only for it to get cloudy and loud again within it, as she sat down upon your bed, before smiling lovingly in your direction. This would no doubt be the hardest night of your life, as well as the best thing that had ever happened to you, so far.
🜚
You still couldn’t bear to look over at her, especially as soon as she came out of the bathroom in her pyjamas, your heart skipping a beat as you noticed her loose-hanging clothing, trying not to think of anything, but the sound of the horses’ galloping outside, evidently playing within their pasture as they neither occasionally, or snorted - it made you smile, to think of Firenze and Felicity playing out there, before their own bedtime could begin, alongside your and Regina’s.
“What did your mum say?” You asked, sounding a little nervous, and Regina would shrug, seeming unperturbed as she finished up brushing her teeth, before rejoining you on the edge of your bed again.
“She’s fine with it,” she answered, and you would raise your eyebrows; you could tell when she was lying, and - for a moment - she winced, before hastily averting her gaze down to her hands, “okay, I didn’t tell her, but-”
“Then what did you say?” You questioned, appearing a little more worried, now, whilst another part of you tried desperately not to smirk, your eyes glinting as she appeared confused by your demeanour, as well as a little relieved, tilting her head partially to the side as you surveyed her peacefully, trying not to get lost within her orbs, though they felt like oceans of calm, to you, your heart-beat not pounding as overwhelmingly as it usually did, whenever you were around her, as long as you were looking into her eyes the way that you were, right now.
“You don’t really care, do you?” She guessed, and you would fall quiet, wincing, as she grinned sheepishly over at you; knowingly, and for a moment she seemed to lean closer to you, and you would falter, your blood running cold, and heart beginning to pound against your rib-cage again as you drew back from her, and hastily looked away to try and tell yourself that you were just imagining it; she couldn’t still want to kiss you, why would she? Regina faltered, a pained expression on her face as she looked away from you, too, her eyes darkening; she didn’t know why your action had hurt so much, and nor did she know why she kept feeling as if she were magnified to you, even more so after the kiss had taken place between you both, yesterday, as well as a little earlier, today. She sighed, timidly fidgeting with her fingers as she tried to find the right words to say again, not wanting things to just be awkward between you both, now, the way that they were. “I’m sorry,” she offered gently, and you would tense up, only for a moment, as you glanced over at her again timidly, forgetting how to breathe as you admired her again - it just didn’t seem possible to not be able to do so, “I don’t know why I-.. my mom, I told her I was at another friend’s house - she probably won’t suspect a thing, in fact, I promise you she won’t - just-.. please, don’t worry about that - we have a night together to enjoy, right? Whatever bad that might happen can come later, but right now we’re happy here, aren’t we?”
You couldn’t help, but smile softly, blood rushing to your cheeks, even as you hesitated, your eyes glinting once they were locked with her own again.
“We’re happy,” you corroborated gently, and she would express relief, smiling warmly back at you as she wrapped her arms around your waist, prompting you to tense up again within her embrace for a moment, evidently not used to how it felt, still, to have her arms around you the way they were, now.
“Good,” she replied, glad, as you timidly returned the hug, now flustering her a little as she couldn’t help, but beam over at the wall, even as she’d forgot how to breathe, briefly, alongside you, only remembering how to do so once it was necessary for her to, alongside you, but she knew at some point the hug would have to be broken, regardless, prompting her heart to sink, before she shot a sad smile over at you, released you from her arms, and tried to find more words she could use again without choking: “so, what do you wanna do?”
Summary: After months of sleeping around(or just making out) with most of the cold-blooded and avian mutant population that frequented a secret heteromorph club, Dabi accidentally gets on the nerves of a specific group who both hated that he A) frequented a club meant for mostly heteromorphs and B) is a non-heteromorph sleeping around with only specific heteromorphs.
Said group, after seeing him at a gathering and easily slipping between partners like usual, made the brash decision to turn the gathering into a hostage situation. They made one mistake, however: they kidnapped Endeavor's eldest son.
For the Phic Phight prompt: During a fight, Danny finds out he can survive in space. This leads to him [accidentally] terrorising the astronauts on the ISS à la every space thriller ever. (from @the-archer-goddess)
AO3 Link
[Warnings for outer space, and horror elements]
("Italicized dialogue" = Spoken in Russian)
Danny had chased ghosts a lot of places. At a certain point, after flying through buildings and mountains and the core of the Earth, he stopped paying attention to where he was. This particular ghost, an irritating little bugger known as Youngblood, who fancied himself an astronaut today, led Danny all the way into the stratosphere without the halfa even batting an eye.
By the time he captured Youngblood in the Fenton Thermos and took a moment to absorb his surroundings, he realized he was all the way in outer space. And wouldn't you know it, it turned out that ghosts, even half-ghosts, could survive in a total vacuum. There wasn't a chance in the Realms of Danny not taking advantage this new information, and, well, he'd always wanted to visit the International Space Station.
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Kazimir Novikov, a Russian mathematician and programmer aboard the ISS, heard a tapping on the window. For a moment, he didn't think anything of it, until he heard the tapping again. The sound was coming from the other side of the thick glass. It was coming from outside the ship. He groaned.
"Ryuji!" he called out to the nearest engineer. Ryuji Mochizuki didn't speak Russian as well as he probably should've been able to, so they spoke to each other in English, though Kazimir's English wasn't quite perfect. "Sound like something shaken loose outside!"
"Shaken loose?" questioned Ryuji. "Broken?"
"Maybe," Kazimir answered. "Don't know. Something tap on my window outside like tap tap taptap tap," he verbally mimicked the strange rhythm.
"Wait wait!" Denise Song, a Chinese-American biochemist interrupted. "What did the tapping sound like?" as if on cue, the tapping came again, this time on a different window, nearer the others. Tap tap taptap tap. Denise pushed herself to the window and looked through, but saw nothing out there that shouldn't be. Tap tap taptap tap. Cautiously, she tapped twice on the inside of the window.
In a flash, a boy appeared, grinning. He had white hair and luminous green eyes and disappeared in an instant. He hadn't been wearing a space suit. Denise gasped and if there had been gravity, she would've fallen on her ass.
"There's something out there!" she said. She repeated herself in Russian, then Japanese, just to make absolutely sure the message got through to her crew mates.
"What is?" Ryuji asked asked. "Loose coupling? Bent panel? Space debris?"
Denise shook her head. "I don't know what. Looked like a kid, but it vanished."
"Vanished?" Kazimir asked. That word wasn't in his English vocabulary.
"Исчез," she translated. "Disappeared. Gone."
"How could a child be outside?" Kazimir asked in Russian, scoffing. "I think you must be getting space-sick or something. You watch too many scary movies on your laptop."
"I swear I saw someone, Kaz!" she insisted. She turned to Ryuji and said, "You shouldn't go out there."
"If something is broken, I need to go fix it," Ryuji responded. "I have to at least check."
"It's not—" Denise cut herself off. Maybe they were right. She did watch a lot of horror movies; maybe she was imagining things. It could've been a trick of the light. Her eyes could've picked up on glare from the lights and her own reflection in the glass, and for a moment, it had just looked like there was someone outside. "Just... be careful."
"Of course," Ryuji promised.
He changed into his space suit, attached the safety line, and stepped off the edge of the ISS. He went for a little spacewalk along the side where they'd heard tapping, keeping an eye out for something loose, or bent out of shape, maybe a wrench or screwdriver that had accidentally been left hooked to the outside of the station. He and Amélie Chevalier, the other engineer on board, a robotics specialist from France, had done maintenance just two days before. One of them may have mistakenly left a tool behind, but there shouldn't have been any actual mechanical issues to deal with.
Ryuji checked the panels on the outside of the station, the hatches, the mechanical arms, examined each of the windows. Everything seemed to be in perfect working order. But... all three of them had heard that tapping noise. Something had to have made it.
He felt a tug on his safety cable and looked behind him to see what he'd snagged it on. Nothing appeared to be there, and the cable floated freely in the vacuum of space. He tugged back, just in case, and for the barest of seconds, he could swore he saw a boy without a space suit holding onto the cable about ten feet down. Then Ryuji blinked, and the boy was gone, leaving him to wonder if he'd really seen him in the first place.
An uneasy feeling churned in the engineer's stomach. He'd done what he came out to do, even if he hadn't found anything. He was ready to go back in now. Whatever that was, his imagination or not, he really didn't want to meet it again. Once he was back inside, he told no one what he'd seen, only that nothing was loose or damaged, and he couldn't find the source of the tapping.
A few minutes later, Amélie screamed.
When an astronaut screamed like that on the International Space Station, everyone had to know why. Anything worth screaming about in space could mean fatalities for the crew.
"What is it, Amélie?" Miroslav Zima, the pilot, asked in Russian.
"I saw someone outside!" Amélie answered, on the verge of hysterics. "It was a boy, and he wasn't wearing a suit. He... he waved at me!"
"That's impossible Amélie," said Étouale Bois, the Latin-Quebecois botanist on board. "How much sleep have you gotten recently?"
"I'm not sleep deprived!" Amélie insisted. "I know what I saw!"
"I saw him too," Denise said. "He tapped on the window. He smiled at me when I tapped back." She turned and translated for Ryuji, who's Russian wasn't as good as the others.
"I—" Ryuji started to say in English, then swallowed hard and shook his head. "I thought I saw a boy, too," he told them in a whisper. "I thought he tugged on my safety cable."
"White hair?" Denise asked, switching to English as well. "Glowing green eyes? Black jumpsuit, but no helmet?" Ryuji nodded. Amélie nodded too. "How could we all have seen the same thing if it wasn't really there?" she asked the other three.
"You could be messing with us," Miroslav pointed out. Then the lights flickered. Then the air grew cold. "Are you... messing with us?" Denise shook her head solemnly.
"Whatever it is... I think... I think it may have gotten inside somehow," Denise said as a shiver crawled up her spine. "I think it's close."
The six astronauts stilled, glancing around the chamber as if some sort of ghoul or alien might jump out at them somehow. Just when Étouale scoffed, about to make a snide remark about how all their crew mates were paranoid, an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind them.
"This place is the coolest thing ever!" claimed the voice of a young boy. This time, Amélie wasn't the only one who screamed. They all saw him. White hair and eyes like the light on an anglerfish, drawing them in, threatening to consume them whole.
"What the fuck is that!?" Étouale screeched. "How the fuck did a kid get up here!?"
The boy looked momentarily startled before vanishing again. The astronauts whipped their heads around, waiting for him to appear again. Slowly, without having to say anything, they all turned so they were back-to-back-to-back, ready on all sides for the boy, whoever or whatever he was, to appear again.
It was so cold now that their breath misted in the air. In the climate controlled space station, it had been months since any of them felt this kind of cold, this bone-deep chill, like the icy grips of death in their very lungs. The lights flickered again, and the astronauts collectively held their breath.
"Sorry about the cold, it's just, I'm really excited to be here!"
The boy popped up again, in front of Miroslav, who took a swing at him on instinct. His fist passed right through the boy's head like he wasn't there at all. Again, the boy vanished, but this time a hollow, echoing giggle took his place. The laugh sounded like a child in a home video that they were watching after the child's funeral. Happy, but at the same time brimming with heartache.
"What kinds of experiments are you working on?" The leaves on Étouale's radishes rustled as if something brushed up against them, and frost formed. "Oops. Don't worry, I'll fix it!" Just like that, the frost evaporated. The boy turned visible again for an instant, then was gone from their sight.
"Who are you?" Kazimir demanded. "What are you?"
"Oh, sorry," the boy's voice chuckled nervously. He appeared again, standing on wall, upright to them all, as if gravity was somehow holding him there. "I'm Danny!" he said, smiling brightly as if he wasn't the most horrifying thing six astronauts who faced the vast, deadly vacuum of space every day had seen in their entire lives. "And I know you guys! Denise Song, Ryuji Mochizuki, Kazimir Novikov, Miroslav Zima, Amélie Chevalier, and Étouale Bois! Am I pronouncing that right? Étouale?"
Étouale nodded mutely. None of them could muster up a word to say to the mysterious teenage boy standing in front of them, who somehow knew all their names.
"I keep up on everything that goes on in space!" the boy said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the astronauts were all fairly petrified with fear. "I follow NASA on all my social media so I can see what's going on up here. I never thought I'd be able to actually see it see it, not for years, at least."
"H-how did you get here?" Denise asked, trying to sound authoritative and failing miserably as her voice escaped her a timid squeak.
"I flew!" came the response. "Turns out ghosts can survive in space! Who knew? Not me! Isn't it awesome?"
"Ghost?" was all Denise managed to get out before he fainted, her unconscious form floating in the chamber. For all that she loved supernatural horror movies, she was not prepared to live one.
"Denise!" Ryuji called out to her, tapping the side of her face and trying to get her to wake up. He felt for a pulse, making sure the ghost boy hadn't somehow killed her. "She's okay. I think she fainted."
"Can you blame her?" Étouale asked. "I think I'll probably join her in a minute. I would not have signed up for this shit if I knew the ISS was fucking haunted."
"Haunted?" the boy cocked his head in confusion and looked around. "But I didn't sense any ghosts up here?"
"She's talking about you, kid," Miroslav told him, using the bars above to reposition himself in front of his crew mates. Kazimir slipped thought the passage on the opposite side to take the unconscious Denise out of there.
"Me? But I'm... oh... yeah..." A light green tinge rose to the boy's cheeks, and he looked down as if he was embarrassed. "Sorry, I guess I didn't think about—I was just really excited, you know. I didn't realize I was scaring you."
"Didn't realize?" Ryuji repeated, aghast. "Kid, you scared the absolute shit out of us!"
He looked even more chastised as he hunched his shoulders, shrinking into himself. "Sorry."
"You're... not going to hurt us?" Amélie asked cautiously.
"No!" The boy's eyes widened. "Definitely not! I just wanted to see the space station. You guys are, like, my heroes. I've always wanted to be an astronaut, you know."
"Is that so?" hesitantly, Amélie maneuvered past Miroslav, closer to the ghost boy. "What did you say your name was?"
"Danny Phantom," the boy said.
"Well, Danny, would you like to see the Astrobee robots?" she offered with a smile.
The boy lit up, his faintly glowing aura literally brightening at her offer to see the little fan propelled robotic assistants on the space station. "Would I ever!"
Once a certain blonde abruptly introduces herself to you after noticing she had mistakenly taken your spot under a tree, she realizes that she could have possibly experienced what one would call “love at first sight”.
Warnings- Mention of alcohol, Swearing, I think that's it tbh
A tree adjacent to the school’s courtyard, the perfect amount of shade for when the sun would fall too heavy upon the campus- it was the spot you would go to everyday after classes. You would sit under the tree, a pencil and notebook in hand, or sometimes a novel you would want to catch up on, and you would sit there calmy and do what you loved.
After finishing a class that seemed to last forever, you were relieved to know that your spot was there waiting for you to obtain. You begin walking out of the building and make your way over to the familiar nature, breathing in the beautiful smell of freshly cut grass, the sound of sweet nothing infusing your ears.
Finally, as you arrive at your spot, you notice a girl sitting in the spot you would always secure, her blonde hair blowing in rhythm to the wind as her gaze was focused on the book she had at hand.
You grunt, going through this a couple of times in your life where you were forced to kick someone out of your spot. It was relatively known around campus that you would always acquire that spot, so most people minded their business and took their seat somewhere else, however there were few times like these where you would have to go over to someone and tell them that they would unfortunately have to leave.
“Um excuse me”, you begin, looking down at the girl as you stand in front of her. Her eyes are torn away from her book for a short second as her stare falls on yours. Your breath hitches for a moment, not expecting the girl to be such a sight to see, nevertheless, you rid that thought immediately to the back of your mind and continue. “You’re sitting in my spot.”
After hearing your words, the blonde’s eyes widen and she instantly shuffles over with a quick apology, leaving enough space for you to sit, however staying under the tree.
“I mean the tree... this is where I sit everyday”, you step closer, however you decide you won’t sit down until the girl finally surrenders and leaves you and your tree at peace.
“Oh”, she takes a quick glance around, almost as if she was looking for someone to save her from such an awkward interaction. “Well we can both sit here if you’d like! There’s plenty of room!” Her eyes squint as her bright smile lights up the atmosphere, a slight shade of pink dancing across the brim of her cheeks as she clutches her book, careful to not lose the page she was on.
You sigh, giving it up and taking a seat next to the girl, taking your bag out and reaching inside to grab your sketchbook and pencil.
Only five minutes into your drawing you begin to feel a pair of eyes burning into your figure, and you turn your head to see if your mind was correct, and as expected, as soon as you look up towards the girl, she quickly averts her gaze and drops her attention back to her book, worried if she had been caught staring.
You decide to leave it alone and continue on your drawing, however, once again you can feel the blonde’s eyes not only on you, but on the drawing you had been working on.
Drawing the nature and atmosphere around you had always been your hobby, another reason why the tree you would sit at was your favorite spot to be. Everywhere you looked there was some sort of beauty surrounding you, whether that be the tiny butterfly perched on a thread of grass, or the kind old lady you would regularly see walking her dog up and down the sidewalk. It was relaxing to you, and the perfect place for you to scribble down the prepossessing environment in front of you.
“That’s really beautiful”, you heard from the side of you, a seemingly Australian accent.
You turn to look at the girl, all of a sudden getting nervous by how close the two of you were, so you bring your head back down and look at your drawing, smiling in response.
“Thanks.”
“Is this what you do when you come here everyday?” The blonde asks once again, clearly intrigued by you.
You nod, “yeah, or sometimes I read. I just think this place is really nice and super refreshing.”
The girl smiles and nods, subtly scooting closer to you without your knowledge, your rose scented perfume invading her senses, in which she admired.
The blonde adjusts her glare towards your face, concentrated on the drawing in hand, careful to outline every little detail of grass that would match to your line of vision. Her cheeks blushed a bright pink, her feelings evidently proved by her features at the moment. Her stomach seemed to turn inside out as she focused on every little detail of the girl beside her. Your eyes squinting to look up from your drawing and onto the scenery ahead, where you no later bring your attention back down and scribbles whatever smidge of a detail you found.
“My name is Rosé by the way”, says the blonde, taking you out of your trans and bringing your regards back to the girl across from you.
“Um... I’m Y/n”, you speak nonchalantly, a bit confused by the girls continuation of forwardness.
“That’s really pretty”, she smiles, and you almost feel a slight connection between the two of you slightly brush by your shoulder.
“Do you like coffee? Or pastries?” Rosé continues to blabber on, her voice sounding as if you’d heard her your entire life, almost as if she was one of those maddening little sisters that would harass you nonstop, day in and day out.
“I like coffee, only the caramel ones though.” You respond, failing to keep eye contact with the blonde as you bring your line of sight back down to your drawing.
“How about pastries”, she continues.
Your focus stays glued to your notebook, “yeah I guess I like muffins. Those are pretty good.”
After your response, it led Rosé to meet you back at the same spot the next day, a caramel coffee in her right hand, and a small blueberry muffin in her left, holding the paper bag with the tip of her nails, carefully making her way over to you as she attempts to not drop the food.
She plops down next to your figure, seeing that instead of the familiar notebook, filled with various beautiful drawings, you have a thick novel rested in the palm of your grasp, your eyes focused on the words ahead.
You seemed to not have noticed the blonde until she ultimately shakes the paper bag next to you, signifying that she brought the small pastry just for you.
"I heard you liked muffins", the same engaging voice you recognize from yesterday rang in your ear pleasurably. You turn your head to look back at the girl, noticing not only the muffin resting in the small paper bag, but the medium caramel coffee that you mentioned you enjoyed yesterday, firmly grasped in the Australians hand.
"Oh... I didn't think you would actually bring me it", you laugh, thanking the girl as you take the drink and pastry from her.
"Of course I would. You seem really cool, I wanted to get on your good side", she smiles, her cheeks reddening as she lowers her head towards the grass, suddenly finding the tiny little bugs crawling atop of the leaves more interesting than the conversation.
You laugh after hearing her response, "you don't have to buy me coffee and a muffin to get on my good side."
"What if I just wanted to buy you breakfast?" Rosé questions, her gaze subtly dropping to your lips before she quickly readjusts herself, tilting her head, awaiting your response.
"Then it would be a bit weird, because we just met yesterday", you laugh, although finding the girl, along with the conversation, a tad bit amusing.
"Actually, to tell the truth, I bought you this because I wanted to ask you a question", Rosé begins, turning away from your stare, feeling the world cave in as soon as she allows the confession to roll so smoothly off her tongue. From your perspective, it might have seemed like Rosé was a confident and outgoing girl, nevertheless, the blonde knew that it was only all an act, pretending that she was poised enough to actually say such words.
At her words, you take your attention off of the novel lying in your hands, looking into the blondes eyes as you shift your body in her direction.
"Go ahead, what’s up?" You ask.
Rosé clears her throat, giggling at her awkwardness. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to go to the nearby library down the street... or um... something." Rosé mentally slaps herself for stuttering, after knowing that she practiced the exact sentence over and over again in front of the mirror this morning, perfecting the way she would portray her words, her gaze, and her body.
"Oh...", you smile, "sure... I need to study for my test anyway."
Rosé smiles at this, lifting herself from her feet and grabbing her bag below her, hoisting it onto her back before she stands up straight, ready to leave. She looks down to you, watching as you zip your book back up inside your backpack. She offers you a hand once you finish settling yourself, where you gladly take it into your, declining the feeling of such a warm palm embrace as she assists you to lift yourself upwards.
You release your hand from hers, much to Rosé’s dismay, however she fails to let such a silly detail get to her head as she leads you towards the library.
It was about a ten minute walk from the tree the two of you had occupied, however trip was filled with never-ending stories spilling from the blondes mouth, explaining how she was a musician and enjoyed writing her own songs. She talked about how she played guitar, and hoped to be famous someday.
She seemed like a sweet girl in your eyes, and although you have only knew her for two days, it seemed that you’ve gained more information about her life than you knew about your own. Her mouth would run away from her mind, allowing useless words to flow out, creating another endless story she failed to finish.
Once the two of you had finally arrived at the destination, walking inside and allowing the comfortable, silent environment fill your senses, the two of you take a seat in the very back of the building, sure not to be close to any other people who might have wanted their own private space.
The building seemed to be almost empty, excluding the group of student in the front and back corner, which made both you and Rosé practically alone together once again, similar to their audience back at the tree.
Rosé didn’t seem to mind the space, as she thought it was better for just the two of you to be in a secluded area, away from those that might distract you from her. As selfish as it may have sounded, she wanted you to herself. She wanted to be the only person you talked to, the only person you listened to, the only person you hung out with, and most importantly, the only person you sat at that lame tree with.
It was only a day ago that Rosé met you, nevertheless, she seemed to be experiencing what it was like to be falling in love. At first sight she was attracted to you, knowing already that you were someone she wanted to go after. She felt her heart beat out of her chest, matching the tone of her unsteady breath when she stared into your absorbed eyes. After walking home that first day that the two of you met, she knew that it was love at first sight.
“Hello?” Rosé hears your voice call out to her, pulling her out of her trance as she shakes her head and regains her focus, gearing her attention back to you.
“Sorry could you say that again I wasn’t paying attention”, she laughs.
You chuckle and clear your throat, feeling yourself get more awkward as the moments pass agonizingly slow.
“I said that you are practically shivering... do you want my sweatshirt? I have one in my bag”, you say, hand already reaching down to the backpack settled on the carpeted floor.
Another arrow shot through the middle of Rosé’s heart, feeling her emotions run wild in her mind as her body failed to control the incoming waves of intimacy circulate her heart. It was almost as if this was one of her own dreams, as if she’d only fallen asleep last night and was not awoken after such a breathtaking day, her position at the moment being that of what she only imagined she would fantasize about.
“I um”, stuttering was a given, and Rosé knew that, “y-yeah. I would love that. Thank you for noticing Y/n.” She smiled a warm, genuine smile, to which you returned.
You pulled an obscenely oversized hoodie from your bag, handing it to the blonde beside you. She tenderly took it from you, opening it up and wrapping her body inside of it, keeping the hood on top of her head as the rest fell down to her thighs. The hoodie was huge on her, however you thought it was a bit of a cute look on her, the largeness of your own hoodie engulfing the beautiful blonde lady beside you, her smile seeming more warm than the hoodie itself.
Rosé inhaled the scent of your beautiful floral fragrance, knowing beforehand that even your smell would be as appealing and prepossessing as you were. You never seemed to fail her fantasies.
After the two of you spent the majority of the time studying for your classes, drinking your coffee, and making sweet conversation, the sun was noticeably setting, unfortunate for the two of you.
Rosé wished you wouldn’t mention it, knowing that if you did, it was lead to your goodbye’s for the day. She only wanted to stay her forever with you by her side. Even if you were to just sit there, pencil in hand as you worked on whatever homework you needed to complete, your voice silent and the sound of only your pencil dashing across the white paper passing through her ears, she would still want to stay here by your side, watching you study.
Nonetheless, as Rosé could foresee, you spoke up after a short pause between conversations.
“It’s getting a bit dark”, you say, beginning to close your computer, “we should get going.”
Rosé nods, keeping her sigh to herself as she stands from her seat and begins to pack her bag. Once finished, you both begin towards the exit, bringing you out of the library and into the now orange lit sky.
“Are you going to be at the tree tomorrow?" Asks Rosé, following your lead while you begin to make your way back towards the tree.
You smile and look back to the girl, “I’m always there Rosie.”
The girl tilts her head down, biting her lip to hold back a smile as the blush soon soaks the colors of her cheeks.
‘She’s already made me a nickname’, the blonde thinks to herself happily.
“Would it be ok if I came back tomorrow?” Rosé questions further, although scared that she might be over-stepping the newly formed ‘friendship’ boundaries.
Your eyes stay put on the scenery ahead of you, nodding in response to the blonde.
“Usually I would say no”, you begin, “but I actually like you. I don’t really talk to many people but you seem like the type of person I would want to like... I don’t know...”, you struggle to find the words your chasing, palms beginning to sweat as your cheeks start to match the color of the red flowers beautiful peeking from the bushes next to you.
Rosé, however, feels the sudden urge to place her hand atop of her pulse to make sure she’s breathing ok. The girl still yet struggled to find if this is truly a dream or not, the words that she had just heard you confess flooding her mind in an instant.
“T- thank you Y/n”, is all she was able to let out, worried that if she spoke even one more word, a confession of love would slip out into the open air. The two of you continued to walk in a comfortable silence until you finally arrive at the tree. You find your car sitting in the parking lot, where you request to bring Rosé home, however she explains that her car is on the other side of the parking lot and she will be taking herself home tonight.
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“I’m telling you Jennie, it’s literally fucking love! Like she’s the one! She’s the love of my life”, Rosé argues with her roommate, Jennie, as she lay comfortably on their shared couch, your hoodie still attached to her body.
“Chaeyoung you met her YESTERDAY!” Jennie returns, fork in hand as she downs the dinner Rosé had made her the previous day.
“So what? Ever heard of love at first sight? It’s in like so many different romance movies and like every single romance book!” She retorts.
Jennie stands up and tosses her plate into the garbage adjacent to her, making her way to the blonde before she plops herself onto the couch as well, making herself comfortable before she finally responds to the girl.
“I’m just saying... what if you get to know her and she’s like some weirdo girl who likes avocadoes or something?” Rosé’s face scrunches, chuckling at such a useless point the girl had made.
“Shut up!” Jennie laughs, “I’m trying to say that like, you don’t really know her, so don’t you think it’s best that you talk to her more before you decide that she’s the love of your life?”
“So what should I do?” Rosé sighs, “how do I get to know her more without making it obvious that I want her?”
Jennie leans back on the couch cushion, thinking back to the details the Australian had previously told her when she had first mentioned you.
“Well...”, she begins, “you said that she always goes to that stupid tree, I say you just go meet her there everyday with like a coffee and lunch or something. Spend sometime eating and talking with her, and then decide what to do from there?”
And that is exactly what Rosé decided she was going to do.
Thanks to Jennie, Rosé followed her advice and met with you every day, bringing you an iced caramel coffee, like you admired, and surprising you with a new tasty pastry she would pick out from the bakery.
Two months had passed, and her love for you only increased. After having an abundance of extensive conversations the two of you would share, the blonde learned more and more intriguing facts about you and your personality, solitarily making her fall harder each day.
One day, after the third month had passed and the both of you seemed to be comfortable and familiar with each other, Rosé decided that she was going to make a move. She made a plan the night before, explaining to Jennie exactly what she was going to do, earning a nod of approval and a good luck from the girl.
The next day, Rosé made her way over to the tree, sitting herself down next to your figure and handing your drink and pastry to you with a smile. The pastry was a chocolate croissant today, being one of her favorites.
“I can’t stay here with you today”, Rosé frowns, and you reciprocate the same expression after hearing the blonde’s words.
“No how come?” Your head leans atop of the Australians shoulder.
“I have to study for a test today”, she begins, laying her head on yours, smiling to herself while doing so.
“It can’t wait?” You ask, however knowing that you would never hold the girl back from her studies, only asking for the fun of it.
“No it can’t... but I’ll be here tomorrow”, she smiles.
“About that”, you begin, sliding your head off of the girls shoulder, much to her dismay, and reaching into your bag behind you.
Rosé furrows her eyes, leaning to the side in attempt to get a better look at what you were doing. After a few seconds, she’s met with small gift back dangling from your fingers, a heavenly smile plastered on your face to come with it.
“What’s this?” She asks, smiling as she takes it from your hands.
“Open it”, you bite your lip and lean closer.
Rosé does as she’s told and takes the little amount of tissue paper out of the bag, lifting what seemed to be a stuffed animal, or possibly a blanket, out. Once she finally takes out the gift, the blonde is filled with a plethora of joyous emotions, a stuffed teddy bear in her grasp, with a gift-card to the exact place she would buy you the coffee and pastries in its hands.
“Y/n you really didn’t have to do this”, Rosé pronounces, leaning in towards you with her arms wide, embracing you in a short, yet meaningful hug.
“I know... but I wanted to”, you smile and continue, “every single day you come here and bring me a pastry and a coffee. How do you expect me to just accept it with open arms and not get you something in return.”
“I didn’t get you these things to get something in return”, Rosie chuckles, lightly pushing your shoulder back. I got it because I’m in love with you, she thinks to herself.
“I know I know... I just wanted to get you this. I thought it was nice, and the bear reminded me of you”, you speak softly, your bright red cheeks evidently on display for anyone with a pair of eyes, as is Rosé’s.
You clear your throat, interrupting the moment. “Anyway”, you begin, “you said that you couldn’t stay today. I just wanted to give you that before you left”, your voice suddenly begins to drop back to your usual low tone, almost as if you were embarrassed in the moment and was not sure what to do... and truth be told, you really were.
You never were open with anyone in your life, Rosé being the first, and with someone like you, a person who despises any form of intimacy, going as far as buying a girl a present, was a major step for yourself. As much as you wanted to congratulate yourself for finally being able to put yourself out there for her, your embarrassment and discomfort got the best of you.
“O-oh”, Rosé stutters at the sudden awkwardness surrounding the air between the two of you, rising to her feet and gathering everything she had brought.
“Yeah I’ll get going”, she forces a fake smile, hiding the disappointment seeping through her emotions, knowing that she wished you could just say something more to her. Give her a sign. A clue. Anything. She was desperate for you, and needed to know if you felt the same.
Nevertheless, no matter what, she would find out tonight, when her plan makes it way into action.
After Rosé disappears back to her car and drives off, you grab the coffee she had brought, taking a quick sip before you now reach for the bag that had your pastry in it, curious to see what she brought.
After opening the bag and glancing inside, your eyes widen, noticing something unusual that you have never seen occupying the bags before. The chocolate croissant, although it appealed to you in every way possible, wasn’t what caught your eye.
You reach your hand inside the bag, taking out a small folded paper from within and throwing the now empty bag to the side. You carefully unwrap the paper, opening it until it you could finally see the pretty pink marker filled upon the lines of the paper. You stopped, and peered intently, tilting your head quizzically as you read the words written in beautiful penmanship.
Leave the tree tonight by seven 'o'clock, and don’t comeback until exactly twelve in the morning
Rosie<3
You laugh to yourself, knowing that she was planning something for you. A part of you was worried, thinking to yourself that it might be her way of saying goodbye, meeting you at twelve in the morning only to tell you that she was leaving and never coming back. That was impossible, however.
You were always the one to overthink. Rosie wouldn’t do that to you, and you knew that you were just getting ahead of yourself and thinking of the worst possible situation
On the other hand, a part of you was excited, knowing that she always had something up her sleeve when it came to surprises.
As the day passed by (agonizingly slow) and seven finally hit, you do as Rosie requested and packed up your things, cleaning the area around the tree so it would look perfect for the blonde to come and see.
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“Ok is everything set up?” Asks Jennie from the other line.
Rosie perfects her final touches around the area, holding the phone to her ear as it stays snug in between her shoulder, “yeah, I think so”, she replies, taking a step back to admire her work.
“I’m so nervous Jennie.” Rosé‘s voice trembles on the phone, as if it isn’t enough that she’s thrown up twice before this, her nerves sending a chill up her spine and following back down to her stomach, where the butterflies ceased to stop flying freely inside.
“Calm down Rosie... just think about how excited you’ve been for this”, Jennie’s tone becomes soft as she guides Rosé through the waves of anxiety she was facing at the moment, breathing in and out with her until the blonde could finally calm down and hang up the phone.
There was exactly five minutes left until it was twelve, and Rosé took her familiar spot under the tree, her phone ridden inside her bag, and the only thing clouding her crowded mind was the thought of your face when you would walk in and she what she’d done for you.
The minutes trickled down until the Australian finally notices the same car she’s been acquainted with for a few months pull into the parking lot nearby. She watching as you step out of the drivers seat, hands in your pocket and a beanie on your head as your teeth clatter at the weather, the cold nipping at your exposed skin while you make your way over to the tree.
Once your close enough, you can finally catch a glimpse of what sat beneath the large piece of nature, and a bright, endearing smile flashes across your face when you find the blonde sitting comfortably underneath the tree.
There were a few lit candles surrounding the girl, and a pair of bright fairy lights wrapped around the trunk of the tree, bringing light to the perfectly arranged spaghetti dinner resting in front of Rosé, waiting to be devoured by the two of you together.
There were two plates, accompanied by a half poured red wine sitting atop of the small, unpigmented napkin.
“Rosie”, you begin, finding yourself at a loss of words, taking a seat on the ground and facing the girl, taking notice of the way she carefully eyed your every move, similar to what she had been doing the first day the two of you met.
“You don’t have to do these things for me, you know that right? It’s more than enough that you even just come by to sit with me”, you smile at the girl as her eyes begin to water. You tilt your head and glance at her with curiosity, laughing harmlessly and reaching over towards her, wiping away a fallen tear with the swipe of your thumb.
“Why are you crying? I should be the one crying. You did all of this for me”, you laugh and take her hand in your, squeezing it gently.
“Do you know why I’m doing all of this Y/n?” Rosé takes her hand away from yours, and a sense of worry spreads throughout your body, thinking back to what you had originally thought this entire thing would be about. Was this a final goodbye type of thing? Did she have her fun for a few months and decided that she was going to leave and find another girl to hang out with? Did she get bored with you? Were you not enough?
“I um... “, you look anywhere but her eyes, “I don’t know.”
“I don’t know how to say this, because it’s hard for me to tell you something so important. I know you’ll hate me for saying this, and you’ll be mad at me for doing such a thing, but I just need to tell you this.” This time, Rosé avoids eye contact, her hands now occupying various threads of grass under the blanket she sat on, picking them out of the dirt as a way to calm herself down.
“Y/n I-”
“Please don’t leave Rosie”, the fairy lights wrapped superbly around the tree shine against your eyes, allowing Rosé to see the glistening tears brimming under your eyes against your own will.
“Please. Ever since you came into my life, even if it was just three months ago, everything has just been so much better. I look forward to coming to this spot every single day, and not because I want to sit around and draw all the stupid shit I see, not anymore. I look forward to coming here so I can see you! When you show up with a coffee and whatever surprise pastry you picked, it just makes me feel loved. I know I might not show it, but just by you coming to meet me here everyday, it makes my day even better than the last. So please Rosie, don’t le-”.
Suddenly, your rambling is cut off with a soft pair of lips pressed up against your own, shutting you up instantly. Your eyes grow wide, realizing what she had done, and after feeling her plump lips slowly move against yours, you lean in closer to her and reciprocate the kiss.
You feel the blonde smile against your lips, euphorically thrilled at the thought of you feeling the same way.
You cup her hot cheek in the palm of your hand, pushing your lips deeper into hers as your thumb subtly smooths over her polish, reddened cheek.
After what seemed to be too expeditious for the both of your likings, you pull away, however being sure to keep your face at a close distance, smiling when you open your eyes and see that she’s already staring back at you, her cheek color as bright as her lips and a wide, giddy smile plastered on her face.
“Y/n”, she states, her hand slowly making its way towards yours before she interlocks her fingers with your own. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I wanted to tell you my feelings.”
A laughs sneaks by her lips when she sees your face light up in embarrassment. You place your hand on your forehead, shifting your gaze to the ground as you shake your head in discomfiture.
“So... do you want to hear my feelings or not?” The Australian asks, and you bring your head back up swiftly, nodding eagerly.
“Well...”, Rosie runs her hand along your arm, smiling as she knows that finally, she will be able to say what she had been practicing for oh-so long in the mirror, perfecting it to the point where she can no longer get it wrong.
“I love you, Y/n YL/n.”
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Yahh its finally here!! I hope everyone liked it! More fics coming soon, love you all<33
The Witcher babies have some fun in the snow after Vesemir kicks them out of the keep for some exercise and training.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Witcher or the characters. Just the story.
Vesemir had told them that cold winter morning they were all going to be doing training outside in the snow for the entirety of the day. Much to Lambert's chagrin, they were not allowed back inside the keep until night had fallen. Of course, to the older two's delight, they were allowed to choose whichever form of training they wanted, as Vesemir was going to be busy in the laboratory and simply wanted them out of his hair.
Eskel and Geralt started off the morning with sword duelling each other while Lambert sat sulkily on a snow-covered crate nearby shivering and sniffling in the cold. The two older boys had tried to engage him in their mock battle, but Lambert, being stubborn and froward, refused and continued to pout.
Eventually, Eskel, after getting whacked across the back of his hand before he had a chance to call a truce, bent and formed a snowball as best he could with the kicked up snow. It was too cold to form a proper snowball, but he managed to form a decent sized lump of snow. He gave Geralt a playful grin then hurled the lump of snow.
It soared across the short distance between him and the moping Lambert and completely missed him, landing pathetically in clumps at the bottom of the crate.
Lambert gave him a look, his thin brow raised. He huffed and swatted a second snow lump out of the air when Eskel made another attempt. He swatted away a third, this one from Geralt, who'd joined in on trying to hit the littlest witcher with a snowball.
"Stop it!" Lambert whined in his young, high-pitched, annoying voice.
"Or what?" Geralt replied with a teasing grin as he made another snowball.
"I'll tell Vesemir."
Eskel snorted and turned to the side to hide his smile. He shook his head when Geralt gave him a mischievous little smirk as he wedged a shard of ice into the snowball in his hand. "Don't be an ass." He hissed.
Geralt shrugged and dropped the ball of snow. He stood and grabbed his sword, which he'd tucked under his arm so his hands were free to make and throw snowballs. "He's the one being a whiny little snot."
Eskel gripped his own wooden training sword. "Hey, Lambert!" He called instead of responding to Geralt's statement.
"What?" Lambert snapped back, sounding very much like he was about to throw one of his temper tantrums he was famous for.
Eskel gave Geralt a pointed look, which earned him an exaggerated eye roll and a quiet groan. He motioned to the smallest of their trio and when Geralt didn't say anything, he turned to Lambert. "Want to build a snow fort with us?"
Lambert's little red nose crinkled up into what could have been mistaken for a squashed dinner roll if not for the colour of it. He made one of the most unpleasant expressions either of the two older boys had ever seen and shook his head. His dark curls flopped around cutely, despite his efforts not to look like an adorable little boy. "I'm not a baby. Building snow forts is for babies."
Eskel shrugged and tossed his sword to the side, aiming for the snow that had piled at Lambert's feet. "All right then. Geralt and I'll just build one by ourselves." He grabbed Geralt's arm and the two of them scampered off to the other side of the grounds to a big pile of snow they'd been adding to almost every day since the first snowfall. They made a quick detour to grab shovels before they were back on course.
The pile of snow was taller than Vesemir, a full grown man, and wider than if all three of them lay with their feet to each other's shoulders. If they dug it all out, they'd be able to fit comfortably inside with plenty of room to spare. It was about to be the biggest quinzhee Kaer Morhen had ever seen.
The two boys eagerly got to work on digging out the inside of the huge pile of snow. Geralt shovelled out the snow while Eskel threw it back on top of the pile to make it even bigger. When Geralt's knees got too cold, Eskel replaced him and started working on digging out the interior.
All the while, Lambert was sitting on top of his crate under his thick winter cloak watching them with a steadily running nose. He sniffled unpleasantly and kept glancing nervously at the keep, waiting for Vesemir to come out and scold them for neglecting their training. He perked up when he heard one of the older boys laugh loudly and gleefully. He couldn't remember the last time he'd heard true, genuine laughter. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he slid off the crate and padded over the snow-covered grounds to see what had caused one of the older boys to laugh so hard. He was surprised to find that Geralt was the one who had been laughing while Eskel knelt half in the partially dug out front entrance of the snow fort and snickered.
“What’s so funny?” Lambert demanded, his tone less snappish now that he’d had a little while to calm down.
Geralt shook his head and waved his hand vaguely while Eskel continued to snicker, though he was trying in vain to stop himself with a gloved hand pressed to his mouth.
“Are you here to help, brat?” Geralt asked after a moment of Lambert scowling at him while he came down from his laughing fit. “Or are you just going to stand there like a lump on a log?”
Lambert’s lips curled back from his teeth as he sneered at Geralt. “Don’t call me a brat. I’m not a brat.”
“All right then. Are you here to help, Master Lambert?” Eskel asked, twisting from where he was kneeling to smile up at him impishly, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
Lambert wanted to stomp his foot and scream at them for mocking him, but he wasn’t a child. He was a big boy and Geralt said that big boys didn’t stamp their feet and throw tantrums. Eskel agreed and said big boys settled things like men. Either with their swords or their words, and right now he didn’t have a sword, so words it was.
“No.” He turned up his nose and scowled down it at the two older boys before him.
“Why not? It’ll help you warm up. Or would you rather stand there and freeze? Here.” Geralt grabbed Eskel’s shovel and tossed it to him, forcing Lambert to catch it, otherwise it would smack him in the face. “Help me get rid of the snow so Eskel can keep digging.”
Still frowning and sulking at being forced to help them dig out their silly snow fort, Lambert got to work shovelling the snow away from the entrance as Eskel dug it out with his hands and a spade one of them had retrieved at some point. He mostly used his hands, and they were bigger than Lambert’s, so he was sending out a steady stream of snow the other two had to shovel.
As they worked, Lambert found that Geralt had been right. He was getting warmer. His nose and cheeks still burned from the cold, but at least he wasn’t shivering anymore. He was finally warm after sitting on the crate and shivering for the past hour or however long they’d been out in the wretched cold.
Geralt had tossed his cloak aside at some point and was now left in his padded training doublet and his hat and gloves. His cheeks and nose were a bright, healthy red and he was puffing out great clouds of steam as he worked tirelessly to get rid of the snow that Eskel was faithfully flinging out to them.
Lambert soon followed suit, leaving him in his hat and gloves. Before too long he wanted to get rid of those too, but he knew better than to do that in the frigid air of the northern mountains Kaer Morhen was located in. Besides, his ears weren’t cold anymore and he didn’t want to change that by taking his hat off.
When Eskel’s knees grew stiff, he changed places with Geralt. He gave Lambert a beaming smile before he got to work shovelling the snow Geralt was kicking out to them.
“It’s getting bigger in there.” He panted as he shovelled an especially large mound of snow Geralt had shoved out to them. “You’ll see when it’s your turn to dig.”
Lambert nodded. He was no longer so against the prospect of building this snow fort. It was almost exciting and he couldn’t wait for his turn to dig out the inside to see just how much had been done. At this point, Geralt was almost completely hidden from them with only his feet sticking out, which must mean that there was a fair amount of room inside.
“Wonder what Vesemir will say when he sees this.” Eskel commented as he threw a mound of snow up onto the top of the pile.
Lambert shrugged. He could care less what Vesemir had to say about this. After all, the old man probably wouldn’t care. They were outside, out of the keep, and working up a sweat. What was there to get upset about? Besides, he was the one who’d said to do whatever training they wanted so long as they were outside.
At first it had seemed like a punishment, but now Lambert realised that it was almost like a treat. They weren’t getting their heads knocked, they weren’t running the trail, they weren’t getting bruises and cuts and scrapes, and they weren’t in pain. They were outside and digging a snow fort while the old man was inside working in his creepy laboratory.
They were having fun and no one was there to tell them to knock it off and get back to training.
Eskel cast his eyes to Lambert briefly to watch him as he dutifully shovelled snow. He smiled at the look on Lambert’s young, red face. There was almost a smile on his lips as he shovelled mound after mound of snow onto the top of the pile or simply to the side and out of their way. It was nice that he seemed to be enjoying himself. It was also nice that he wasn’t complaining viciously about the cold and hard work.
He paused his shovelling to kneel at the entrance of the snow fort. He opened his mouth to ask Geralt if he wanted to switch with Lambert yet, but instead got a faceful of snow. He spluttered and fell back on his rear as he hurriedly slapped at his face to get the snow off as it started to melt against his flushed cheeks.
Lambert began to laugh and Geralt, startled by the sudden strange noise Eskel had made, poked his head out of the fort to see what was going on then began to laugh as well.
Eskel shook his head to dislodge the last of the snow from his face and hair. When he’d gotten it all off, he gave Geralt a halfhearted glare. “You done in there, you big oaf?”
Geralt smirked and crawled out of the low entrance they’d made and stood up. He shook out his limbs and then offered his hand to Eskel. He gripped his hand tightly and hauled him back to his feet. “Sure. Hey, Lambert. Your turn.”
Lambert eagerly passed him the shovel then knelt and scrambled into the dug-out portion of their fort. They faintly heard him exclaim at the amount that had already been cleared. He popped his head out and grinned up at them. “There’s so much room! Do you think all three of us can fit in here?”
Geralt shrugged and knelt to crawl in with Lambert and Eskel followed. Geralt managed to wedge himself up against the side with Lambert tucking his knees up to his chest beside him as Eskel just managed to squeeze himself in.
Geralt snorted. “Fatass.”
Eskel grabbed a handful of snow and smashed it in Geralt’s face. “We’re the same size, dumbass.”
Lambert put a hand over his mouth to suppress his snicker. Eskel was scary when he was mad and he didn’t want to get a handful of snow in his face like Geralt. Best to stay as quiet as possible to avoid the poison glare Eskel was known for.
Eskel crawled out of the fort to get back to shovelling snow and Geralt quickly followed. Lambert was left alone in the fort so he could get to work on digging out the interior.
Outside, Eskel got the brilliant idea to start packing snow around the entrance of the fort, making a sort of windshield, even though they were in the inner grounds of the keep and there wasn’t much wind to speak of that quiet morning.
He started setting aside snow to make the wind shields once they were finished digging out the interior of their fort. The shields would just get in their way at this point, so they’d work on them later.
When it was his turn to dig out the interior, he passed the shovel to Lambert when he emerged and then crawled in to get to work. Lambert had dug out a lot and he’d dug upwards instead of deeper, so Eskel was almost able to stand upright. Soon enough, once he had finished his turn, he and Geralt would be able to stand upright and shoulder to shoulder with Lambert.
The three of them worked tirelessly on the fort for what was hours in their young minds, but in reality was only under two hours. By the time they’d finished, all three of them could stand straight and lie down side by side with plenty of room to spare.
They then worked on the wind shields Eskel wanted to build and completed those within that same timeframe as the rest of the fort.
Now that everything had been completed, they were free to do whatever they wanted. Eskel had the brilliant idea to use a shot of Igni to melt the interior of their snow fort a bit then let it freeze again so it would be even sturdier.
Doing just that, he knelt and formed the Sign with his hand. However, as he was still young and still working on controlling his Signs, he overdid it a little bit and singed the tip of his nose and nearly burnt off his eyebrows.
He shrieked in surprise and scrambled out of the fort to plunge his face into the snow to combat the slight singe he’d received.
Geralt and Lambert laughed at him until they both saw the perfect imprint of Eskel’s face in the snow and decided to do the same themselves. One by one they pressed their faces into the snow then sat up, leaving behind near perfect impressions of their features.
Lambert started a snowball fight, to the great surprise of the other two, but they were both quick to join in. They practised swatting snowballs out of the air with their hands and small bursts of Aard while Lambert made the snowballs.
Laughter and shouts of glee rang out through the inner grounds of the keep that morning as the three boys played and had fun for the first time in a very long time. It had been so long in fact, they’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a little fun and laugh.
Geralt suggested, when his stomach growled loudly, that they should sneak into the keep to get some cheese and bread for lunch. It would be stealth training, they’d explain to Vesemir if they were caught.
They weren’t caught, however, and the three of them were able to sneak into the keep and to the kitchen then back outside with their spoils without being seen. They’d even managed to snag a pitcher of mead to enjoy, though they still weren’t too fond of the taste, though it was sweeter than ale.
Once they’d finished off their meager lunch, they were ready to get back to playing in the snow and “training”. Eskel was the first one to suggest they run a mock obstacle course through the grounds of the keep after they’d taken a few minutes to digest.
Eskel told Lambert to run it first while he and Geralt set up obstacles with snow and some of the other things lying around the keep grounds. The prize would be an extra mug of mead for whoever ran it the fastest without falling or tripping.
They took turns running the course over and over again until they were sweaty and panting heavily. They argued over who had been the fastest until they decided they’d tied and each of them got a small mug of mead as a prize.
Next, Geralt suggested they have a mock battle. Lambert was to be the enemy while he and Eskel defended their snow fort. After a fit from Lambert about how it wasn’t fair that he was by himself, Eskel volunteered to be the enemy.
Eskel played a convincing villain and he was a force to be reckoned with once he got started. He was, after all, more powerful with Signs than Geralt, though he wasn’t as fast or as strong. Nevertheless, he made up for that with his intimidating performance.
They switched after the first battle, after a stunning win by the two defending, so Geralt was to be the attacking white-haired villain. He got into position across the grounds while Eskel and Lambert prepared for his attack by piling more snow onto the low wall that had been constructed for the obstacle course.
Just as Geralt was launching his first attack, which was a combination of bursts of Aard and snowballs, Vesemir came storming out of the keep.
“What are you three brats doing?” He was wearing a rather fearsome expression with his face scrunched up into a sneer.
Eskel quickly dropped the snowball he was holding and shot to his feet. He gripped his wooden sword tightly in his hands and began stringing an apology together mixed with an explanation as to what they were doing. He only got about two words out before he was nailed in the side of the face by a snowball from Geralt. He swatted away the second one as it came at him.
“Stop it!” He cried as he batted away a third snowball.
“No, no. Keep going, Geralt.” Vesemir waved a hand then crossed his arms. “I want to see how much Eskel’s improved his deflection.”
Geralt was more than happy to keep throwing snowballs at his friend. Lambert was quick to join in and ran over to kneel in the snow beside him to make snowballs and throw them at Eskel as well.
Vesemir looked on with his arms crossed over his broad chest and a tiny hint of a smile on his lips. He watched every move all three of the boys made carefully, judging their capabilities and skills. So far he was rather unimpressed, but they were having fun and he’d allow them this one moment of youthful excitement.
When he decided they’d had enough, he called them all to him. He waited patiently for them to scramble over to him, each panting and flushed from exertion and the cold air.
“Head inside after you’ve put everything away. It’s time to eat.” He motioned with his hand to the shovels and swords left scattered across the grounds. He would scold them for being so careless later. For now they needed to rest and eat.
He waited beside the doors for them to collect all the tools they’d used throughout the day, then he followed them into the warm keep to start preparing supper for them all.
“Do your stretches then go get your things. You’re all sleeping in your little snow fort tonight.” He smiled only once his back was to them when they each started to protest.
“It’s too cold, Vesemir!” Geralt moaned.
“I’ll freeze!” Lambert whined.
“Is this part of our training?” Eskel questioned.
Vesemir nodded and motioned for them to run along. “It is. Now go. Before I make you go find your own supper in the forest.”
Three smaller pairs of feet quickly scampered off to do their stretches then to fetch their things they’d need for their night outside in their quinzhee. They would no doubt bring all the blankets they had and as many bedrolls as they could find in order to keep warm. But they wouldn’t need all of that. They would be perfectly warm and cozy once all three of them were packed inside.
While the three young witchers were off doing their tasks, Vesemir ordered them to do, he busied himself preparing supper. He’d heard all the racket the three of them had been making throughout the day and he knew they hadn’t gotten much training done, but they’d at least been active. He’d seen them running a simple obstacle course, so he wasn’t too angry with them for not doing much training.
And their fort. He was impressed by it. He’d have to take a look at it later to see how well they’d dug it out. Nevertheless, he was still rather impressed by their ingenuity to utilise the snow pile already there and dig it out to create a place for them to use.
Maybe he’d make them sleep out there for the rest of the week. It would be good training for them. Especially if he ordered them to hunt their own food and prepare it as well.
When they had all returned to the main room of the keep where Vesemir was making supper, they had bundles of cloth and bedding under their arms. They were also all dressed up and ready to go as if they were setting off for a hike through the mountains. They were red in the face from their warm clothes, but none as flushed as Eskel.
“Eskel.” Vesemir flicked his fingers, motioning the boy over. He reached out when he was before him and gripped his narrow chin in his big hand. He slowly turned the boy’s face, eyeing the redness of it. “What happened to your face?”
The redness in his cheeks grew more prominent and expanded to his ears and down what small bit of his neck was still visible over his scarf. “I burned it a little.”
“Burned it? How did you do that?”
“With Igni. It was an accident.” Eskel’s eyes dropped and he avoided meeting Vesemir’s gaze sheepishly. “I need to practice it more.”
“Then you know what your training will be tomorrow.”
Eskel nodded as best he could with his chin still grasped firmly in Vesemir’s strong grip. “Yes, sir.”
Vesemir released him. “Take off all that gear. You’re not going on a trek through the mountains. You’re eating supper.” He waved his hand. “And leave all that here. You won’t need it.”
“But we’ll freeze!” Lambert complained noisily and irritatingly.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, boy.” Vesemir barked, leaving no room for argument in his tone. “Or I’ll show you what it feels like to really freeze.”
The three quickly shucked their heavy outer layers then ran to return them to their places back in their rooms. They were back within a few minutes and by that time Vesemir had finished heating the broth. He directed Eskel to fetch bread and cheese from the kitchen along with Geralt to get bowls and platters.
Soon enough all four of them were seated and tucking into their meagre meal of broth, bread, and cheese. There was no talking during the meal, everyone too worn out from a long day to bother with conversation until the end.
“Tomorrow, you will all be working on your weakest skills. Eskel, you’ll work on your Signs. I know you’re powerful, but you need more practice. Lambert, you’ll work on sword combat with Geralt. The two of you could use a few hours of proper swordplay. And after that you’ll all go hunt your own food. You’ll spend the week entirely outside. You’ll sleep in your snow den and prepare the meat you’ve hunted. You’ll not set foot inside this keep for any reason until the week is done.”
Before any of them could argue, Vesemir shook his head and rose. “I’ll not have any complaining or whining. You’ll do as I say, or I’ll have you run the trail until your legs give out. Am I clear?”
“Yes, sir.” They chorused with varying levels of resignation and resentment. Nevertheless, none of them complained anymore about having to sleep outside.
One by one they all collected their dishes and took them away to wash them and put them away. Once that was done, they collected their things and trooped obediently outside into the cold night air.
A light dusting of snow had started to fall while they were inside. It drifted down lazily from the dark sky above, slowly covering their hair and shoulders in its fine powder. At the rate it was falling, there would only be a thin layer of it covering the ground come morning.
“Are we really going to sleep out here tonight?” Lambert stopped abruptly and sneered down at the dark hole of their snow fort.
His sudden halt caused Geralt to run into him. “Do you want Vesemir to make us run the trail?” He snapped, giving Lambert a rough shove in the direction of the entrance. “Get your ass moving. It’s cold out here.”
Eskel sighed behind him and shook his head. “Let’s just get inside. I’m sure it’ll be warmer once we’re out of the snow.”
“We’ll be in a pile of snow, dumbass.” Lambert huffed irritatedly, but he nevertheless got down on his hands and knees and crawled into the fort.
“Did you bring a candle?” Geralt asked, twisting to peer over his shoulder at Eskel.
Eskel, being the ever prepared one that he was, nodded and smiled. “Of course I did. I’m not an animal.”
Geralt’s lips twitched then he knelt and crawled into the fort after Lambert and Eskel followed.
Once everyone was inside, they started getting their bedding set up for the night. They lay down their bedrolls and placed blankets on top of those to keep themselves as far away from the icy ground as possible.
Eskel had set up a few candles on a ledge he’d had the foresight to make earlier in the wall of the fort and lit them with a tiny burst of Igni. Thankfully he managed not to singe off the rest of his eyebrows this time.
They finished setting up their bedding for the night then they lay down and tried to get comfortable under the last few layers of blankets they’d brought out. Lambert shivered violently between the two bigger boys and Geralt sighed loudly.
Eskel sat up and took one of the blankets off of Lambert and crawled back outside. He covered most of the entrance to their fort so they would keep most of the cold out, but with a big enough gap that they would still get fresh air so they wouldn’t suffocate. He crawled back inside and lay down beside Lambert, who was still shivering.
“Would you stop? Lie still!” Geralt snapped when Lambert continued to shiver.
“I’m cold.” The littlest of them complained noisily.
Eskel held out his hands and formed the Igni sign. “Hold still for a minute. I’ll warm you up.”
“No!” Lambert squealed and grabbed Eskel’s wrist, yanking it back down.
Geralt began to laugh and Eskel quickly joined in. Lambert turned his head back and forth, scowling at both of them before he too began to giggle, unable to help it. Within seconds all three of them were laughing.
During their laughing fit, one by one, they realised they were no longer cold and subsequently kicked off the layers of blankets. Then they began to strip off their heavier outer layers, leaving them in their bottom most clothes.
“Are you still cold, Lambert?” Geralt asked with a snicker.
Lambert shook his head and settled back down against the soft bedding. “Not anymore.”
“Good.”
Eskel sat up and snapped his fingers. The three candles sitting on the ledge beside Geralt went out and he made a proud sounding huff. “I’m getting better.”
“You still suck at controlling your Signs.” Geralt spoke up in the dark.
“I do not. I just said I’m getting better.”
“Sure.”
Eskel sighed and lay back down. “Asshole.” He murmured under his breath.
Geralt snickered and rolled onto his side so his back was to the two of them. “Go to sleep, dumbass. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
Eskel rolled over as well and said nothing more. He wouldn’t give Geralt the satisfaction of a response.
~*~*~*~
Vesemir was surprised to find that none of the boys were up and doing their morning stretches when he emerged from the keep the next morning. He searched the grounds, but he couldn’t find any hint that they were hiding somewhere. Frowning, he went to check their snow fort.
He squatted down and lifted the blanket covering most of the entrance to see inside. He found two pairs of socked feet first, and when he looked for the third, about to chew them out, he found them tucked up and half buried under Eskel.
The three boys were curled up half on top of each other, making Vesemir think of a pile of sleeping puppies. Lambert was nestled snugly under Eskel and Geralt, as he was the smallest, with the two bigger ones half crushing him into the blankets under their weight. To top it all off, Lambert had his mouth wide open and Eskel was snoring into Geralt’s forearm.
Unable to control himself, Vesemir smiled. It was simply too cute of a sight for his old heart to handle and he let himself soften for a brief moment.
A short blurb about Milo and Sweetheart getting ready for the holiday.
“Hey! Sweetheart! You almost ready? We gotta get goin’ soon if we want to wanna make it in time.” Milo called, adjusting his tie in the bedroom mirror. “I gotta show Asher up with my costume!” He turned away from the mirror to grab his hat off of his nightstand, and when he looked back he could see a ghost standing behind his reflection.
He jumped, turning around. When he looked behind him there was one of those stereotypical ghost costumes, the kind made of an old sheet with three holes cut into the fabric for a face. “Well hello to you too Sweetheart. Deciding to go with somethin’ simple this year?” He asked. “It’s nice and classic; I like it. It’s a shame I can’t see that pretty face of yours though.”
The ghost said nothing, simply staring at Milo with it’s blank face.
“The silent treatment then? Alright, nothin wrong with goin’ a little method, even if it’s just for a halloween costume. Did you buy it like this? Or do I have to find another table cloth?” he joked. The ghost still said nothing.
“Hmm, well if you aren’t gonna talk, I guess you won’t protest if I do… this!” he said, grabbing at the fabric and giving it a hard tug. The fabric fell from it’s form leaving nothing but empty space in its place. Milo stepped back in surprise, pressing his back into the mirror behind him before relaxing. “Ha-ha.” he said sarcastically. “Real funny Sweetheart. You can unlock ya’know. The bits up. Ya got me.”
“Did you say something?” Sweetheart asked, poking their head into the room from the connected bathroom. Milo jumped again, turning to where Sweetheart stood in an old fashioned Sherlock Holmes costume.
“Really Sweetheart? A ghost? Why bother gettin’ two costumes?”
“What are you talking about? I only got this one,” they said, gesturing to their current ensemble.
“Uh huh. Sure. Cause you're just the image of innocence when it comes to these things. You really expect me to believe you had nothin’ to do with this?” He asked, holding up the white fabric for them to see. They walked towards him and unfolded the fabric to get a better look at it.
“Milo, I promise this wasn’t me. I’ve been in the bathroom for the past ten minutes trying to get this stupid hat to look right.”
Milo paled. “Well if it wasn’t you, then what the hell was it?”
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“No Caelum, I promise this is going to make lots of people feel better. This is what Halloween is all about!”
“I don’t know Gavin, that last guy seemed pretty freaked out…” Caelum said, fidgeting with the white sheet in his hands.
“Trust me kiddo,” Gavin said, putting an arm around Caelum’s shoulders. “It’s making someone really happy.”
“Really? Well, then I guess it’s okay. I just hope the freelancer won’t be mad that we used one of their sheets to do this.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Senju Hashirama/Uchiha Madara, Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Madara & Uchiha Obito
Characters: Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi
Additional Tags: HashiMada Gift Exchange 2021 (Naruto), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Halloween Costumes, Halloween, Alcohol, Underage Drinking, Tequila, Uchiha Madara-centric, Uchiha Madara Needs a Hug, Uchiha Madara Has Issues, Godzilla References
Summary:
A Halloween party goes terribly wrong, and Hashirama and Madara find themselves transported to a different dimension, thrust into the past. Somehow, it's Madara’s fault.
