Hehe, I know I said I wouldn't do this again but I couldn't resist when my friend suggested this pairing. Go ahead htf fan, you can kill me! I regret noooooothing!
Pairing: GigglesMomxFlaky
Rating: T
Word: MILF
This was actually supposed to be humorous…but it turned out to be more drama it seems. ._.
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Petunia and Lammy definitely weren't lying when they said that Giggles mom is a milf. Of course, they had to explain to Flaky what that word meant first; leaving the poor redhead thoroughly disturbed and unsure of wanting to meet Giggles mother after.
But it was inevitable to avoid meeting her close friend's mother. And she had to admit; the older woman was unbelievably attractive. She certainly didn't look her age - her looks suggested that she was twenty something years old with perfect wrinkle free, peach colored skin; not at all like a woman who was somewhere in her forties.
Hot pink locks curtained her hour glass frame, the more shorter strands curling around her delicate face and pronouncing her large emerald eyes that stared wide eyed at her daughter's cute friend. Her glossy, full lips were parted softly as she continued to openly stare at the fidgety teen.
Flaky hated to do this; but as her eyes darted from mother and daughter, she couldn't help but compare the two. Especially the older woman's rather generous sized chest compared to the younger's much, much smaller bust despite the fact that she was already eighteen about to go on nineteen. It made her wonder if maybe Giggles was a late bloomer when she looked from the extremely curvy form to the very thin petite form. Unless the pinkette is unfortunately not going to inherent her mother's youthful appearance when she grows older.
Giggles blinked at her apparently struck dumb mother. "Mom?" She asked, moving forward and waving a manicured hand in front of her face. "Are you okay?"
The woman broke out of her trance, shaking her head lightly and letting a small smile grace her lips. "Y-yes, of course honey." Her eyes lingered on her daughter for only a second before going right back to the redhead with endless amount of curiosity floating in the emerald pools. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh!" Remembering why she was talking to her mom in the first place, the pinkette jumped back to her quiet friend and shoved her forward despite the startled squeak coming from the shy teen. "This is my friend Flaky! Flaky, this is my mom Gina!"
A soft upturn from quivering lips, doe like crimson eyes shining with a type of kindness only one other person could carry and the woman found herself retaining her previous expression. "N-nice to meet you, Mrs. Gina."
Ignoring the trembling hand held out to her, the pink haired woman instead placed her silky smooth hands - nice and soft from the amount of lotions that she used on them; onto the teen's cheeks, cupping them and brushing her long hair out of her face so she can scrutinize her looks. "Tell me," she breathed softly, ruffling the bangs and taking in the sight of the pale cheeks flushing with color. "What's your mother's name?"
"Mom?" Giggles raised an eyebrow at her mom's strange behavior; wondering exactly why she was invading her friend's personal space. "Hello?" But she might as well have been talking to herself with how little attention either of them paid to her.
"Uhm...my m-mom's name is F-Flair." The redhead stammered, becoming more and more flustered the longer the woman stroked her warm cheeks. Soft thumbs abruptly paused as soon as the name left her lips.
"Flair." She whispered, corners of her lips stretching into a wide smile as her emerald eyes sparkled in happiness. "I thought so - you look so much like her." French nails traced the area below the teen's eyes. "You've got her beautiful eyes...her soft lips..and even her wild hair.."
"Are...are you friends with m-my mom?" Flaky asked, starting to become uncomfortable with the woman's loving caresses.
"Yes I am...or was. She was my best friend." Though her eyes shined with happiness, if she looked hard enough Flaky could see a bit of pain hiding in the mesmerizing emerald.
And it strangely made her feel a bit sorry for the beautiful woman. "Do you..do you want to visit my mom?" She offered, hoping to ease the bit of pain coming from the woman.
The corners of her lips twitched a bit at the exertion of keeping it up into a forced smile as she smiled at the sweet teen who was an exact replica of her mother. "No. That's okay, we didn't...exactly separate on the best of terms. It's better if you didn't mention anything about meeting me." Dropping her hold on the teen's face and backing up, Gina grinned brightly at the girl. "It was nice meeting you too Flaky, I hope you'll come over again." Wiggling her slender fingers in a wave, the pinkette spun around and sauntered off leaving the redhead to unwillingly stare at the woman's rounded backside swaying from side to side.
"Well that was weird." Flaky was snapped from her trance to her friend who was staring at her mother's back with a raised brow, hands placed on her much smaller hips. "Why was she so touchy feely with you?"
"I-I don't know." Flaky shrugged. How the hell was she supposed to know? She only knows that the older woman was apparently best friends with her mom.
"Whatever," Giggles flipped her hair over her shoulder, losing complete interest in the subject. Smiling, she hooked her arm with her red haired friend and began to drag her along. "Come, I want to show you my room!"
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"Mom, have you ever had a best friend?" Flaky asked curiously from her place on the kitchen counter.
"Hmm?" The scarlet haired woman paused in her carrot chopping to glance at her inquiring daughter. "What makes you ask that sweetie?"
Avoiding her mother's gaze, Flaky stared down at her lap, curling a strand of hair around her finger. "I'm just curious."
The woman chuckled, going back to her previous task before she was interrupted. "Well, I do have friends if that's what you're wondering."
"But what about best friends?" She insisted, keeping her attention on the strands of hair wrapped around her finger so she doesn't look like she was prying.
The clacking of metal meeting wood continuously, slowed until it silenced altogether. "I..." A sigh. "I did have one best friend before; my only best friend actually."
"What happened?" She asked, leaning forward and placing her chin onto her palm, crimson orbs gazing inquisitively.
"We...we," she went back to chopping, though it was now crooked pieces no longer the perfectly sliced pieces being piled up onto the cutting board. "We just grew apart. We parted and went on with our lives." Her voice came out shaky and unsure; a mere whisper. Her bangs were angled in such a way that shielded her eyes from her daughter's view, back straight and stiff as a board, pearly teeth worrying the bottom lip.
And Flaky knew for a fact that her mother was lying and that she would not be telling the truth anytime soon.
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Flaky could see why Giggles would be on edge everytime Cuddles would visit her at her home. He would just pop up randomly even when all the girls were together, insisting that he wanted to be with his beautiful girlfriend.
But all four of them could see what he really wanted.
Too bad what he wanted wasn't interested; instead more interested in the quiet redhead.
Though he would be holding Giggles hand or have his arm around her, his attention would be far from the girl next to him. Instead those blue eyes that Giggles love so much would be following the older woman around everywhere as she traveled around the living room, cleaning up or finishing various chores; locking onto either her chest that bounced with every step she took or her hips that swung delectably from side to side.
Lammy and Petunia would share a sickened look while Giggles would grab his face and steer him towards her lips in order to snag his attention back; which would be in vain. With his lips occupied, his eyes would still be open and searching for the older version of his girlfriend.
It didn't help the frustrated pinkette any that whenever Flaky was around her mother liked to constantly go by them in order to be by the redhead.
Gina was brushing and braiding Flaky's hair when Giggles was nearly red with rage directed at her hormonal boyfriend when his eyes refused to part from her mother's chest. "That is it! Lammy, Petunia. We're going to my room," her dangerously narrowed eyes burned holes into her oblivious boyfriend's head. "If you care at all then you can come too." She spat venomously before spinning around and stomping off with the other two following her. She already knew Flaky would be fine with her mom and felt no need to invite her.
Flaky shifted a bit, slightly uncomfortable now that Cuddles was left behind with them. Gina smirked from her side, easily catching the boy's eyes in her own. "Didn't you hear what my daughter said, little boy?" He was far from a little boy, almost nineteen, but it should be enough for him to get the message that she wasn't interested in younger guys. "I think you'd better hurry if you want her to forgive you; Giggles has quite the temper."
The speed at which he jumped out of his seat and raced off to find the girls left the two on the couch giggling. It seems that he has witnessed how scary Giggles could be when pissed.
The air quickly filled with comfortable silence as Gina continued to braid Flaky's hair with a content smile. "You have your mother's beautiful hair, same exact silky texture," finishing the braid, she ran her fingers admiringly down it before going up and plucking off a small flake. Smiling wider, she leaned forward to rest her chin on the younger girl's shoulder, other hand moving around to show what she was holding. "She also had a dandruff problem too."
"Really?" Flaky giggled, watching Gina flick the flake away. "She's always trying to find ways to get rid of my dandruff."
The pinkette chuckled, scooting back so Flaky could face her. "Nothing works, you wouldn't believe how much different stuff we tried to get rid of it. Tell me, does she still have dandruff?"
"Yes actually, except they're very little and hardly noticeable," her smile disappeared as she toyed with her braid. "Unlike mine." She muttered with a sigh.
Gina frowned at the display, looks like Flaky has the same self-conscious issues that her mother had. "Hey, don't think like that. I'm going to tell you something that I told your mother before," her hands cupped the teen's face bringing her up, she blinked, suddenly getting an image of a young Flair staring up at her with tears in her eyes after being teased for her hair problem. "It doesn't matter if you have dandruff; you're still very beautiful and sweet. And try to think of it as a good thing, the flakes actually look like hair clips scattered throughout your pretty hair."
Flaky blushed, glancing away shyly and playing with her braid. "T-thank you Mrs. Gina."
The woman smiled and dropped her hands, the both of them glanced up at the sound of feet rapidly meeting the floor to see Cuddles practically running for his life from Giggles room to dart out with a slam of the front door. Gina giggled, covering her mouth daintily and falling back against the couch. "I guess he's going to have to wait a bit for Giggles to forgive him again. He must have said something stupid."
"So," she started after a bit of silence. "Is...is your mom still with your dad?"
"Yes, I don't think anything could tear them apart." Flaky giggled, not yet seeing the woman's crestfallen expression.
"Oh," when she did notice, she automatically couldn't help but feel guilty for some reason. Why does Mrs. Gina look so sad? "I'm...I'm happy for her." She mumbled weakly with a tiny smile.
"Has she ever talked about me?" She asked a bit hopeful, which made Flaky a bit reluctant to answer.
"I-I'm sorry, but no. She hasn't." She murmured, shyly poking her fingers together as she glanced up at the woman who was now staring down at her lap, not missing the undeniable hurt that clouded her emerald eyes.
It made her more curious to know about what happened between Gina and her mom.
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She did finally manage to find out what happened one day when Giggles was having one of her many sleepovers with the girls.
Flaky had woken up in the middle of the night, mouth dry and with the need to relieve herself. Squirming out of Lammy's arms that had miraculously found its way around her waist; the half awake girl trudged out of the room and straight to the bathroom.
Once she had finished and more awake and alert then she was a couple minutes ago, Flaky was able to see that the living room lights were still on. Feeling strangely curious, she wandered down the hall leading to the living room to find Gina sitting at the table staring at what seemed to be a photo album.
Quietly padding across the room, the teen pulled out a chair catching the older woman's attention who spared her a small smile despite the melancholy lingering in her eyes. "What are you looking at?" Flaky asked, sitting down at the edge of her chair and leaning forward to see.
Gina wordlessly pushed the album over so that it was seated between them, allowing Flaky to view the collage of photos before her. "Is this...this is you and my mom isn't it?" She murmured, eyes wide in interest as they past from one cheerful photo to another eagerly; her mom really did look exactly like her. Dandruff and all.
"It is," Gina smiled fondly at the pictures, her finger moving to trace around the redhead's face. "We used to be inseparable."
Slender brows lowered, the teen's face taking on a serious expression. "What happened between you two?"
"What do you mean?" Gina muttered, flipping onto the next page.
"I mean what's the real reason that you guys aren't friends? Because I really don't believe that you guys just grew apart." There's no way that was possible, if that was case then Gina wouldn't be concerned at all about her mother; from what she could see Gina misses her mom a lot.
"I.." The pinkette seemed to struggle for words, she looked lost and unsure of how to answer. "I don't think it would be a good idea."
"Why not?" Flaky insisted, she briefly wondered where she was getting this confidence from.
"Because," the woman actually looked a tad bit scared now, like she was worried that whatever she told her would scare the teen off. "Your mother didn't accept me for it...and I'm afraid you won't either."
Hoping to comfort her, Flaky placed her hand over Gina's feeling her stiffen up at the touch. "You don't know that though, just because I look like her doesn't mean I'm exactly like my mom."
She still looked unsure, eyes lowered and staring off to the side while her lips stayed pursed together.
Flaky leaned forward to catch her gaze. "Please?" She prodded until the pinkette sighed, giving in to her plea.
"I..I loved your mother." She whispered, hand beneath Flaky's beginning to shake at the confession. "More than a friend." She clarified when the younger girl just blinked at her.
The redhead nodded and continued to watch her, letting her know that the confession didn't bother her at all like she expected. Sucking in a shaky breath, Gina swallowed nervously, feeling comforted at the fact that the younger girl hasn't pulled her hand away in revulsion yet. "And I was scared and confused for these feelings I carried for her so I kept them bottled up, afraid to let her know what I really felt for her."
"But..but one day," she released a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut at the painful memory; Flaky squeezed her hand lightly to let her know that she was still listening. "I..I got really jealous when she kept telling me about how in love she was with her boyfriend and how he might be the one...I ended up losing it and without thinking...I kissed her."
"She shoved me away automatically and I ended up confessing to her...and of course she rejected me which led to her saying that it would be better if we weren't friends anymore. She said it in a kind voice but," Flaky's brows furrowed, seeing the older woman's face scrunched up in sorrow, a tear slipping down her cheek, "she was sending me a look filled with such disgust...like I was committing a terrible sin for having feelings that I couldn't control. It hurt so bad to see the repulsion she held for me, like I was less than a human being." Her last word cracked as she broke down into a sob, turning away and hiding her face from the teen.
"I-I'm sorry. I-if you're disgusted and want n-nothing to do with me then I u-understand." She managed between her tears and Flaky couldn't believe how cold her sweet mom could actually be. Breaking off a friendship with her best friend just because she had feelings for her? That was just terrible.
Reaching her free hand up, Flaky cupped the woman's moist cheek and tilted her head towards her so she could lean up and place a light peck on her lips; leaving the pinkette stunned. "I know that's not enough to make up for my mom's harsh rejection but I apologize deeply for her actions...that she has left you for something that you couldn't help. Something that's perfectly natural."
Gina could only blink at this young girl who was the exact replica of her mother, though their personalities seem to differ quite a bit in some aspects. Gradually, the corners of her lips were tugged up into a relieved smile as she lowered down until her forehead pressed onto the redhead's. "Thank you Flaky."
Flaky merely smiled, still holding the older woman's hand.
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Omg, I got lazy as hell near the end and I felt I could have made this longer, but oh well….this is hopefully the last oneshot I make for myself…maybe. c:
Anyways, thanks for reading and Happy Thanksgiving! :D