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himitsu-luna · 4 years

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𔓘⭑ ࣪˖ Nct 127 as boyfriends ˖ ࣪⭑𔓘

։ຼ⚘ Taeil

~ Key words: healing hugs, comfort, easy love

Taeil is the type of boyfriend that you feel like you know for a much longer time than you actually do, just because everything feels so natural and comfortable with him. To him, relationships are meant to be easy, fun, light, safe, unproblematic, so he works with you to achieve this scenario. He feels like home and he makes loving and being loved look simple. He loves the intimacy of domestic dates, they give him the sense of bonding and growing closer. Cooking, watching movies, just lazing around, sharing secrets and also laughs while wrapped around a cozy blanket are some of his favorite things to do with you. But he also loves being adventurous, going wild once in a while, looking for interesting things to do with you deep at night. He is the type of boyfriend that shyly approaches you to give you a tight hug he was craving the whole day; that sings for you whenever you ask him to do so; that does silly things just to see you laughing; that passionately researches how to cook something just because you mentioned you wanted to eat it; that gives you his hoodies because he thinks you're the cutest with them; that hypes you up like no one else does.

։ຼ⚘ Johnny

~ Key words: joyful smiles, romance, mature love

Do you know that perfect image of a boyfriend we build in our heads and fantasize about? That's Johnny. He might look all cool and detached, but he is the warmest and most caring person you could ever meet. When he gets into a relationship, he takes it very seriously. He does his best to be the best version of himself. He is patient, easy going, mature, and loves to have long conversations with you when you go to your weekly coffee date. He is the type of boyfriend that surprises you with romantic acts out of blue and acts like he did nothing; that carries you to bed when you're too tired; that remembers little and big things about you; that picks you up wherever you are and gets out of the car just to open the door for you; that rushes to buy you medicine when you're sick and that falls asleep beside your bed. He also has his mischivious side, which makes your dynamics even more interesting. He is the boyfriend that carries you on his shoulders at a concert; that hides behind a door to jump and scare you; that tickles you until you can't laugh anymore. He is the type of boyfriend that treats you like royalty and also like his best friend.

։ຼ⚘ Taeyong

~ Key words: day dreaming gazes, companionship, reassuring love

Taeyong as a boyfriend feels like a partner for life. You can't help but catching yourself imagining a whole married life with him, but little you know he is doing the exact same thing. He is the type of boyfriend that genuinely does his best to get involved in your life and to be part of it. He asks you about your day, about your dreams, about your plans, and listens to you attentively. Communicating with him is not a problem. Actually, he is usually the first one to send you a message, or to give you a call. Also, the amount of support you receive from him is enourmous, since he admires and believes in you unconditionaly. It's natural for him to say "we" instead of "I", because he considers you in every step he takes. He is the type of boyfriend that crafts little things for you; that makes you that cute lunch boxes with even cuter post-its on them; that has a notebook filled with lyrics he wrote about you; that smiles fondly everytime he hears your name; that don't fail one day on sending you a gooodnight message; that pulls you to dance in the middle of the kitchen.

։ຼ⚘ Yuta

~ Key words: undivided attention, loyalty, intense love

Yuta is someone who won't ever leave room for doubts or insecurities regarding the love he feels for you, regarding your relationship. He can't get tired of telling and showing you how important you are to him. He gives you a lot of attention and takes good care of you. It's impossible for him to be indifferent when you're around, he is too into you, he has eyes just for you. He expresses his emotions clearly and makes his moods obvious, so the relationship is super transparent. The excitement of the relationship seems to never cease. He is naturally original and interesting, and he doesn't even need to try hard to get you hooked. Yuta's love is intoxicating, inebriating. He is the type of boyfriend that does your nails, your hair and your make up, but says that you look amazing without all of it; that gives you his jacket and also embraces you to make sure you're not cold, even though he is freezing; that turns off his phone when you're spending time together; that jokingly (or not) acts protective towards you; that doodles hearts on your arm; that winks at you from afar.

։ຼ⚘ Doyoung

~ Key words: meaningful acts, care, one and only love

Doyoung's hobby is taking care of you. And yes, it's his hobby, because he doesn't see it as an obligation or a duty. He truly likes pampering you and making your life easier. He openly admits that you are his weakness, his soft spot, the only one who can make him lose his senses and not think straight. He either is all lovey-dovey or the nagging type of lover around you. He is invested, respectful, nurturing, solid, stable, constant, and won't let anyone talk bad about you. He is the type of boyfriend that keeps little things related to you, like notes you left him or a cute sticker you glued on his arm while joking around; that gives you the last piece of french fries he got; that drops everything and travels miles and miles to meet you because you said you were lonely; that unconciously does little things for you, like putting tooth paste onto your tooth brush and handing it to you; that always carries two umbrelas because he knows you often forget yours at home; that keep staring at you in awe, but denies it strongly when you catch him doing so.

։ຼ⚘ Jaehyun

~ Key words: intertwined fingers, sincerity, movie like love

Jaehyun is the type of boyfriend full of surprises. He makes you wonder what is going through his head, because it's quite difficult to read him. But he knows what he feels. As you get to know him better, you learn that he is the sweetest bean. For example, you get to know that when he looks distant or distracted around you, he is actually trying his best to hide from you some random cute romantic surprise he prepared. Even though he is not that good at expressing his emotions, he tries to put his love into words from time to time, and you just can feel it through the tender looks he gives you. He is chill and down to earth with most of things, but he daydreams a lot about you. He is also an interesting person with interesting thoughts, and sometimes you feel like your in a romantic comedy movie. He is the type of boyfriend that says "you're amazing" out of nowhere; that back hugs you whenever he sees the opportunity to do so; that gives you the best massages ever; that wants to hear stories from your childhood; that looks forward to your reaction when he tells you a joke or a story; that brags about you to his friends; that secretly takes personality tests and looks into astrology to see how compatible you two are: if he gets a positive answer, he goes "I knew it!", and if he gets a negative answer, he goes "I don't believe this anyways".

։ຼ⚘ Winwin

~ Key words: soft caresses, growing together, special love

Once Winwin falls in love, he wishes it's forever. He is always amazed by you and by how you changed his whole world and his whole vision of people, of the world, and of himself. He has a huge sense of honor and commitment towards you, so he does his best to be a good boyfriend. He does that quietly though, with little meaningful acts and shy words. He is usually pretty calm and composed, but sometimes he becomes a cute soft mess around you. When this happens, his reactions ranges from "malfunctioning and not knowing what to do at all" to "showing off his skills so you'll be impressed". He is the type of boyfriend that goes shopping to buy something for himself and ends up with twenty items for you ; that steals a kiss on your cheek while you're asleep; that says he is going to read your palm just to have an excuse to hold your hands; that, after twenty minutes watching a movie with you, side by side, murmurs "come here" and extends his arm so you can hug and cuddle him, all of that while avoiding eye contact (but at the end he is all smiley)

։ຼ⚘ Jungwoo

~ Key words: endless cuddles, connection, colorful love

Jungwoo is the type of boyfriend who just feels right. You look at him and wonder how you could end up with someone that matches your vibes so well. He accepts you and loves you exactly the way you are, for the way you are. He is not only sweeter than candy, he is also the funniest, the cutest, the most supportive, the most lovely, the most unique and interesting boyfriend ever. He feels intensily what you're feeling, so he can understand you well. He cries when you cry, he laughs when you laugh, he is by your side because he wants to be. He is the type of boyfriend that stays awake with you all night long when you need to finish an assignment so he can help you and so you won't feel lonely; that creates a whole new special sign language to communicate with you ; that fights for food with you just to give you everything at the end; that goes live on instagram just to scream "y/n, I love you" and then disconnects; that can't stop talking about you to everyone; that uses your picture as his cellphone background.

։ຼ⚘ Mark

~ Key words: sweet kisses, happiness, pure love

Mark is someone who wants to give you the whole world, and he works hard to do so. He is very intuitive and can tell what you're thinking with just one look. Being with him feels easy, recharging, and you see sincerity in all of his acts and words. There's no drama, no second intentions, he just genuinely wants to see you happy. He is the type of boyfriend that prays for you every night before sleeping; that may be clueless about a lot of things, but notices when you have the slightest change in your appearance; that takes melted candies out of his pockets and says they are a gift to you with the brightest and most innocent smile on his face; that creates raps about your awesomeness at random times; that gets too tired of giggling while cuddling you and then sleeps in your arms; that get inspired by some cheesy movie to do cheesy things with you but gets all shy about it afterwards, which makes everything even more adorable; that helps you drying your hair and gives you little pecks while the towel covers your eyes.

։ຼ⚘ Haechan

~ Key words: heart fluttering words, sharing, playful love

Haechan is someone who makes you feel special. He knows every single detail about you, and it seems that he understands you more than you do yourself, because he always knows what to say to make you feel better. He is affectionate, flirty, enjoys to make you blush, but often he is the one who blushes like crazy. He values the deep bond you share, and is proud of himself to have you by his side. He is the type of boyfriend that diligently prepares a midnight snack for you and draws a big heart with ketchup on your plate; that asks you what you are going to wear on your date with him, so he can wear something similar; that has a bracelet with your initial on it; that does skincare with you; that calls you at raining nights and stays with you on the phone for hours to distract you from the thunders you hate so much; that runs to you when he sees you; that plays rock paper scissors with you to decide who will get you two food, but actually it doesn't matter who wins, he will do everything for you at the end.

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limeinaltime · 2 years

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Since you covered a Murder Drone-less exoplanet, what about a timeline where the purge of the Workers was successful? The MDs successfully kill all the Workers, either because Uzi was killed before causing side-switching or she never existed to do so or any other reason.

Would JC Jenson (In Spaaaaaaace) just leave the MDs to starve or pick them up? Would they leave them based on any evaluation or just to get rid of them? When they finally realise they were abandoned, would they try to fix the ship to escape? Where would they plan to go?

For both canon and your AUs.

Hoohoohoo I've had an idea bouncing around in my head for this. In this timeline, N goes through with killing Uzi when she's abandoned by Khan, and he, V and J go through with wiping out Copper 9.

After all the worker drones are successfully wiped out, all the murder drone squads converge to wait for the company to come pick them up. There's a lot of chatter, some bragging, some old friends from training finally able to catch up without conflict. They sit and wait, staying out of the sun and looking up to the sky, waiting for a JC Jensen ship, or extra launch pods, or something that will take them off-planet.

They wait.

And wait.

There are mixed reactions. Some choose to continue waiting. Some start to get worried. Small conflicts break out, but nothing too big.

Then someone is killed. It was an accident. An argument that got too out of hand and ended up coming to blows before anyone could stop it. The dead body of Serial Designation K sits limp in the soil with E standing over her, eyes wide in shock. Her visor flickers in a last hurrah to stay awake, and then she's gone, the snow soon dyed black with oil.

Oil.

A few drones hear the conflict and hurry over, only to find E tearing into K's corpse, drinking the oil still stored in her system. It's only then that they realize just how warm their systems are. It's been two weeks, they've depleted their main storage, and are on emergency fumes now. They need to keep their cooling modules running (which they're now starting to realize are a lot more faulty than the modules built into their prey), they need to survive.

They make a few steps towards E and his fallen comrade, and he hisses like a feral animal. A few hesitate, but it's Serial Designation B, always the boldest and toughest girl next to V, who makes the first move. She lunges at E, and the others watch the two tumble around in the snow, snarling and biting like animals as they fight over K's corpse. They manage to steal a few sips of oil before Serial Designation C is suddenly impaled and then B is feeding off of her but she doesn't go out without a fight, slashing B open in her dying bursts of movement. More drones converge upon the scene.

The next few weeks are a nightmare. Murder drone corpses mix with the workers as they try to survive, fighting and killing and consuming as much oil as they can. They turn on each other, any sense of teamwork forgotten. Every drop of logic has given away to a single core drive: don’t starve, no matter the cost.

Soon all the newer generations are dead. S is killed by R, and then X kills R to put her out of her misery. Q has also been killed, having had her home raided for corpses and then being killed herself in the struggle. With nowhere else to go, X just holes up in Q’s old den and waits for the Void to get bored and go into hibernation, listening to her students kill each other above. She can’t stop them, not when they’re like this. The young drones she once knew are gone.

She waits another week, and then when all falls silent above, one last drone comes to pay her a visit, crashing into the crater and dragging himself over to where she lies. N’s beat up, dirty and tired, but he’s somehow still alive for a few more minutes. X is on her last set of limbs as well, and can feel the Void going back into hibernation, no longer willing to keep its vessel alive.

No words have to be exchanged. N just crawls into X’s arms, back into the familiar warmth he didn’t even know he missed, and the two most passive drones, whose traits that once were met with mockery kept them alive for as long as they did, shut down together, mentor and student, reunited at last.

#murder drones #hell. pain even. (murder drones edition)#oc #asks

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Amoreena meets Jo, Jo shares her experience with the foster homes (tw self-harm and child abuse), and Spencer shares his shitty childhood with her. They bond, he loves her more than he thought possible, his dreams of a big happy family are coming true.

word count: 4.8k

from the beginning <3

His phone is ringing at 7:50 and all he does is groan, forgetting Y/N’s agreement with Amoreena. His wife reached over his face and towards the phone, picking up with an overly cheerful tone for a pregnant woman who was up until 3 am.

“Hello sweet girl, how was your sleep?”

“Ugh,” she makes a weird face as the morning nausea kicks in and she tries to swallow it down. “Yeah? Oh, I’m so glad, dad and I are just waking up. We have another big surprise for you today… I know honey there’s always a lot going on, but this one is a good one I promise!”

“Can I go talk to her?” Spencer asks, “alone?”

“Dad’s going to come and see you while mommy has a shower, okay? I love you too, bye,” she smiles as she hangs up and passes the phone back to him.

They kiss quickly before separating, Spencer throws on the same clothes from the beach last night before heading down the hall towards Amoreena’s room. He knocks quietly before entering, seeing her sitting in a queen bed with 2 cats.

“Taylor let Olivia and Benjamin stay in here last night, she said they usually sleep in here anyway!” She was whispering, but it was still loud for her this early.

He sat on the edge of her bed and gave her a big hug, “how was your night?”

“Really amazing, Dad, Taylor is my best friend now,” she’s completely serious, “I hope mom’s not too upset about that, I guess we could share her…”

“That’s a nice thought, are you good at sharing?”

“I think so,” she nods with a serious face.

“Good, because there’s a new person who’s coming to live with us. She’s going to be kind of sad for a while and I’ll be spending a lot of time with her too,” he watches her face as she listens, confused but fine with it.

“Who is she?”

“Did your mom tell you how she made you?”

She nods, “she said sometimes people with penises donate sperm to help people have babies, and you were the one who donated for me,” she gives him a run down so seriously that it makes him laugh like the 7-year-old.

“Yeah, exactly, well I also helped 2 other families make babies,” he says softly, petting her hair as she understands what that means.

“So I have more siblings?”

“Yep, 2 sisters and a brother,” he smiles as she starts to bounce with excitement. “Josephine is 12, almost 13, and she’s coming to live with us.”

“Where is her mom?” She asks, he knew she would.

“Her mom and dad were in an accident, they died and she looked for me because she didn’t want to be alone anymore,” he knows it’s a hard topic, and that she understands death after losing her gg, but it’s still hard.

“Oh, that’s sad,” she frowns, moving in to hug him again, she keeps her head pressed to his shoulder. “I hope she’s okay, is she here now too?”

“She is, but I’m not sure if she’s awake yet, she’s a teenager and they sometimes sleep in longer than you would, like when Henry was over and slept until noon,” he has all his kids profiled in his minds and it’s actually more helpful than a hindrance.

“Does she like Taylor?”

He knew that one was coming too, “she’s a huge fan, she cried meeting her just like mom.”

“Is she going to call my mom her mom now?”

“I don’t think so, would that upset you?” He’s worried for the answer, he had the same jealous tendencies growing up. Hell, he still has them.

“No, she needs a mom, I would be very sad without mine, I know she needs one too,” she looked at him like it was a stupid question because of course, all kids need a mom and her mom happened to be the best.

“That’s really nice of you, she knows all about you and she’s really excited to move in with us, maybe you can help her decorate her room?” He isn’t sure what Jo will think, but he knows it would be good for bonding.

“Can we see if she’s awake? Wait, she’s a she right? Miss Kennedy said sometimes people look like girls but they don’t like to feel like girls, so we use they,” Amoreena was so worried about being a good sister he didn’t know why he worried so much.

“Well, I’m not sure, Jo hasn’t told me but you can ask?”

She shot right out of bed, still in her dress from last night as she ran to the door, “come on, what room is it?”

“Right there, knock nicely,” he says as he joins her in the hall, pointing to the room across from her.

She knocked 3 times, hearing a small ‘yeah?’ From the other side before opening it, “good morning!” Amoreena cheered.

“Amoreena!” Jo smiled as she got out of bed and ran over to her. She dropped to her knees so they’d be the same height and wrapped her up in her arms.

They hugged like this was a reunion and not an introduction, they held on to one another so tightly they both squeezed their eyes shut and held their breath. He knew that kind of hug, that was a hug you gave when you deeply loved the person you were hugging.

It made him want to cry, again.

Jo pulled back from her and Amoreena immediately held her face in her hands, observing her. “Yep, you’re my sister,” she smiled as she saw her nose.

That same perfect little button that was slightly angled towards the sky, she booped it lightly. Jo booped her right back.

“I am, it’s pretty cool getting to share a dad with you cause now I get to meet Taylor Swift, how the heck did we get so lucky?” Jo talks to her like she’s used to being around kids, finding the wonder in every word and saying the whole sentence with enthusiasm.

She turns to him, both his girls making the same face as they looked at him in the doorway, “how did you meet Taylor, dad?”

“You remember Uncle Dave? He came over for the barbecue and talked to poppy bob about winemaking all night?”

“Yeah, he’s Italian,” Amoreena remembered his funny accent and how she called him Mario.

“His daughter is Taylor’s friend, so Taylor sent me an email asking to meet you,” he couldn’t help but smile as she did.

“So you guys really are knights at the FBI, huh?”

“Yeah, but my armour got too rusty so now I’m going to guard the princess only, no more battles for me,” he was happy to make it magical, to turn the terribleness of it all into something she could be proud of.

He feels cold hands reaching under the back of his shirt then as he jumps, Y/N is wrapping her arms around him and pressing her cheek to his back, “your armour is fine, it just needs some polish.”

“They’re kinda gross, you’ll have to get used to that,” Amoreena says, pressing her lips together awkwardly as she looks at Jo.

“It’s nice though, it makes you feel like love is real,” Jo smiled back, “not many kids have happy families.”

“You do now, okay?” Amoreena took her cheeks in her hands again, something she must have learned from Y/N. “My family is your family and we are the best family, you’re going to have so much fun with us, can I help you decorate your room?”

Jo cried, laughing lightly as she nodded, “that would be cool, maybe we can get bunk beds for random sleepovers?”

Amoreena shot her eyes to her mom, “can we?”

“That would be cool,” Y/N agreed, “we’ll go to Ikea on Friday when I’m not working, okay?”

“And this weekend we can buy some paint for your room?” Spencer added, “you guys can plan all week together.”

“Yes!” Amoreena cheered, hugging Jo again.

Jo held her gently, resting her cheek against the top of Amoreena’s head with a small smile. She looked genuinely happy, peaceful like she belonged somewhere again.

Right then Amoreena’s eyes are darting right to him, “It’s fathers day!” She screams, way too loud for 8 am in someone else’s home. Thank god Taylor was on the other side of the mansion.

“Oh my god,” Amoreena smacked her forehead with her little hand, “I was so carried away with the wedding I didn’t pack your present, dad! I’m so sorry.”

“I’ve got you covered little miss,” Y/N smiled at her, “It’s in my purse!”

Amoreena pushed past them in the doorway and ran to their room in search of said purse. Probably emptying it out on the bed and making a huge mess, but it was fine.

Y/N took a moment to kiss his cheek, “good morning, happy father’s day.”

“Thank you,” he blushed, turning to face her and hold her close, “I can feel you staring Jo, come here.”

She comes skipping right over, wrapping her arms around them both and resting her head on Spencer’s side. For a 12-year-old she was tall, a lot taller than Henry was, that’s for sure.

“Hey!” Amoreena butts in, “let me in,” she pushed into the middle of the hug to steal all the warmth, “happy father’s day, dad.”

“Happy father’s day,” Jo added with a soft smile, “thank you for everything.”

“Yeah, you’re the best dad in the world, Jo you should see how he reads with his mind, he doesn’t even need to look at the books at bedtime,” Amoreena bragged, pulling back from all of them then.

Spencer wiped the tears from his face and pretended he wasn’t crying, overwhelmed by love just like he told Jo to expect. “I love you guys, I’m so glad I helped make you both, you’re the best kids a dad could ask for.”

“Here,” Amoreena hands him a wrapped present.

It’s a handmade book, blue construction paper bound with green ribbon in little loops and covered in a thin layer of tissue paper from the present he got her last week. He carefully removes the tissue and hands it back to her, “do you still want it for dresses?”

“Sure,” she takes it with a smile, “I wrote this for you after a dream I had, Miss Kennedy helped me write it all and reword it a bit. But it’s all from my brain.”

“Spencer’s little women,” he reads and then his heartbeat almost stops when he sees the bottom, “by Amoreena Reid.”

“We can go sit in the living room while you read it to us?” Y/N offered, taking the girl's hands and leading them all down the hallway.

Taylor’s house was full of floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing them to watch the sunrise over the ocean as they cuddled up on the couch as a family. Him and his little women.

“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom ruled by a beautiful princess who had a broken heart. She promised to hide away from the townspeople until she gathered all the pieces again,” Spencer read the first sentence and knew he wouldn’t be able to make it through the whole book.

“You know, I think it would be better if you read this to me Amoreena,” he asks her gently, “I want to know it from your voice first.”

“Okay,” she bounces up from where she cuddled into her mother to take the book from his hand, sitting straight as she got ready to read.

“Slowly, but surely, the pieces came back to her one by one as the people felt the need to search for her, they missed seeing her smile as she ruled alongside her parents, the king and queen until her heart was fixed.

A little girl, Lady Amoreena, arrived like a gift. A fairy godmother handing a small child to the princess to raise and love forever and ever, they were best friends more than anything.

But the princess’s baby girl made it her mission to fix the rest of her heart as she grew up seeing her mom frown, questing for princes and kings, even another princess to come and fill that last missing spot of her heart. To make their family love grew as the cracks from where they separated were healed.

She set off on her daily adventure, running off past the gates on the way to the willow tree, excited to see what wonders the pond of youth brought to her this time. Surprised to find a knight, his broken and rusty armour fallen on the ground, he was wrapped in weeds, he had been trapped for too long to remember.

Amoreena cut the vines off him with her sword, “you’re free now, sir knight.”

“How can I ever repay you?” The kind man with the same nose as her asked.

“Meet the princess, tell her about your battles, make her laugh and you can stay with us,” she gives him one final quest. His last ever duty.

The princess smiles as soon as they meet. He wins her over without even trying, he completes their family and makes all the cracks in her heart fuse back together. Gold light shines from her as she’s healed, completed by the love of a family she never knew she needed.

The love didn’t end there… the knight and the princess knew lady Amoreena would be like her mom when she grew up. The possibility of a sad and broken heart as she got older, so they made her 8 more siblings, her group of sisters to keep her company during the happily ever after part.

“Sir Spencer, where are all your little women?” The king of the land asked, seeing the knight and the princess all alone on the path, old and slow as they walked.

“Down by the pond, it’s story day!”

He knew that’s where they’d always be, at their pond with a book, braiding each other's hair, weaving flower crowns and chasing each other through the wildflowers that replaced the vines that once held him down.

Free, healed and happy. Spencer and his little women healed the princess, allowing her to take the role as Queen, like her grandma always wanted for her.”

“There isn’t a 'the end'?” Y/N’s voice questions lightly as Spencer cries too hard to even respond.

She was the most amazing child in the whole world and he didn’t know what he did to deserve her. He wrapped her up in his arms and held her so tight she was smacking his arm to let her go with a laugh, “I want to add more to it when I’m older, like GG’s book.”

“You can write one for all your sisters,” Y/N smiles at her softly, “you know, gg only wrote Amoreena because you came to her in a dream?”

She nodded, “that’s why I started writing this book for dad because I had a dream about him reading to all of us, he was so old it was funny.”

“How old?” He asks, remembering his reflection from his own dream.

“Like poppy, you had a white beard!”

“What did we talk about?” He doesn’t know why he wants to know so badly but he’s desperate to know if their dream was the same.

“It was story day, you and mom were late, but you said, ‘I’d never miss a Saturday with my little women,’” she smiles, “I’m so glad you’re my dad.”

She holds him back just as tight this time, snuggling into his chest as he breathes her in. His first little baby, even if she was the middle kid now, she was his baby, he couldn’t even imagine holding someone even smaller than her soon.

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They take a quick trip to target in the morning, needing to get some things for Jo and Y/N really, really wanted chocolate-covered cranberries, making sure he knew that she would kill him if he didn’t bring them back to her. Finally having those pregnancy mood swings he was expecting.

Jo is quick to pick out some summer clothes and a bathing suit for the day as well as toiletries and anything else she wanted because Spencer said so. He was going to spoil her because he didn’t know what else to do. This is what he wanted from his dad, someone to see something, think of him and just get it to make him smile.

She saw some purple bedding that she liked, so it ended up in the cart. And then she needed some new pillow, and some fitted sheets… oh and those curtains are nice… and before they knew it they had $300 worth of things for her bedroom in the back of Y/N’s car.

Jo pressed her lips together awkwardly as they sat in the front seats of the car, he looked over at her and smiled, making her laugh, “this is the best father’s day.”

“I’m supposed to be getting you gifts today!”

“You are a gift, Jo,” he doesn’t mean to get sappy, but he can’t help the love he feels for her already.

“Drive before I cry, dude,” she turns to look out the window. “Are we going to have a 'ground rules and behaviour' speech like all the foster parents do? I have a feeling you have no idea what you’re doing.”

He starts the car then, pulling out of the lot and starting the 40-minute car ride back with her, “how do they normally set the rules in the foster homes?”

“They pay for my phone bill with the money provided for me each month and they sometimes get me the groceries I want for lunches and stuff but they mostly kept the money for themselves. I’m only allowed on the internet for an hour a day, homework has to be done in front of their eyes at the kitchen table, no food after 7 pm, lights off and no walking around by 9,” she gave the rundown and it made Spencer’s stomach turn.

“I will pay for your phone bill, you don't need to worry about that. We can even get you a new one when we get home. Y/N has great internet and every streaming service available, you don’t have a time limit here. Just promise me you’ll go outside sometimes?” He reaches a hand out to hold her’s while driving, letting her know he means what is coming next.

“I trust you have a way of life you’re used to, and I’m not going to change that on you, if you want to share things with me and be open and honest, I’m always here and I will never judge you. I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to hide things from me. And that being said, I trust you enough to use the internet safely, and not hack anything without good reason anymore?”

Derek was right, it’s surprisingly easy to be a dad. All you have to do is love them and be there for them.

“Okay, then I think you should know,” she takes a deep breath and a pause. “I’m pretty sure I like girls too, I never got to tell my mom that but I’m sure she knew, and I’m kind of scared to put my bathing suit on when I get home.”

“First of all, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes her hand 3 times, and she does it right back with a smile. “Secondly, why? Did you not get one you liked? I was fine buying any of them for you.”

“I have a lot of scars on my legs, and I don’t want to scare Amoreena,” she’s really ashamed of herself and Spencer understands it.

He rolls his sleeve up and extends his arm for her to see his very faded track marks, “I was drugged on a case once, I had an addiction after. The scars fade over time, but I also haven’t shown Amoreena my bare arms yet.”

“Mine are pretty faded now too, it’s been a few months, they look more like stretch marks,” she smiled at his honesty, feeling safer with him.

“If she asks, you can say it was from a cat at the foster home. She’ll think about Cinderella and the evil stepmother's cat, and then completely forget why she asked,” he assures her, knowing Amoreena like the back of his hand now.

“Lucifer,” Jo smiles, “I was like her as a kid too, always making up stories and finding new movies to be obsessed with. I have ADHD, by the way, but I’m un-medicated cause my last foster home didn’t listen to the school’s diagnosis,” she says it like it’s not a big deal.

His blood starts to boil at the thought of someone not taking care of her, “excuse me?”

“Yeah, and when I asked for a therapist they said no to that too, I was ‘fine’ apparently and they settled for a dead parents support group so that Colin could have a coffee while I sat there,” she’s oblivious to how terrible it is.

“Make me a list of all the things you want, I mean everything down to the most niche interest or therapy technique that you’ve researched and I will help you with whatever it is,” Spencer is furious at the conditioning she’s experienced to think this is okay.

“You don’t have to, dad, I’m okay now,” she lies and he can tell.

“You don’t have to be, believe me, I cry almost every night to Y/N about things I thought I had recovered from. If you want to talk to someone because you think it will help, or if you want medicine because you feel like it’ll help you focus better or just be happier, I’m here to help you get that.”

She goes quiet, staring at their hands where he’s still squeezing her palm. She rubs her thumb along the skin softly, “did your mom ever hurt you?”

“Only when she wasn’t really there in her own mind,” he presses his lips together right after, he’s never told anyone about it.

“Did your dad?”

“Emotionally, but he wasn’t there long enough to lay a hand on me.”

She nods at the response, “my dad was evil, I think he killed my mom in that ‘accident’, but on purpose.”

“I thought my dad was a murderer once too, but it was actually my dad’s friend,” he isn’t sure why he’s telling her everything, but she deserved to know.

“There was a pedophile in our town who killed this boy, Riley, and my mom told him about a man who was watching me like I was next. And Riley’s dad killed him, but I was so young my mind tried to think it was my dad who did it all.”

“Your old job must have really messed you up inside too, huh?” She tries to laugh it off, scared of his past but intrigued at the same time, he just nods at her observation.

“I have a friend, her name is Penelope, her parents died when she was a little bit older than you. She snuck out and they went to look for her, and they were in a car crash,” he makes sure she’s comfortable, her hand is still in his and her thumb is still moving over his skin.

“Like you, she got into hacking, the FBI had to hire her because she was so good she became a threat, you’d really like her,” he says, turning to look at her quickly, he loves the smile on her face.

“I’d love to meet her,” she smiled, “thank you, I wish you could have always been my dad.”

It breaks his heart a little, “well, you have me forever now.”

—

“Two questions,” Y/N’s voice approaches as she walks towards the trunk of her car.

Jo and Spencer are digging through all the shopping bags trying to find all the things that she needs for the afternoon, leaving the rest for the ride home.

“Here,” Spencer hands her the chocolate-covered cranberries, “king-sized bag.”

“I love you,” she smiles as she takes it, “the second question, how are the suitcases going to fit in there now? We have two kids to bring home, they’re going to be squished.”

“I don’t mind,” Jo smiles, “one time they didn’t have room for me in a car so I sat in the trunk for 15 minutes.”

Spencer wrapped her up in his arms, “every time you tell me a story about what has happened to you, I want to kill someone.”

She laughs, holding him back gently, “believe me, I was an asshole to them, they got what they deserved.”

“What did you do?” Y/N worries about what she’s capable of, Spencer can tell.

“I called the tax people and said they have been claiming foster kids as dependents and now they might have tax fraud charges coming their way,” she seemed very proud of herself. “I would never hurt someone, but I have no problem getting them in trouble.”

Y/N extended her fist, bumping it off Jo’s with a smile, “as you should! Now, come on, let’s go get ready for the beach.”

Jo skipped inside with Y/N, their arms linked as they did so. Spencer couldn’t believe this was his life now. He closed the trunk with a slam, picking up the bag of things he set aside before joining them inside.

“Surprise!!!!” Amoreena screamed as soon as he walked through the door.

There was a hand-drawn Happy Father’s Day banner hanging from the staircase and purple balloons all over the place.

“Happy father’s day!!!” They all cheered for him, even Taylor’s mom was there now, smiling at the display of affection.

Amoreena and Jo came running up to him, wrapping their arms around him and holding him close, nothing felt real. “Can you pinch me?” He asked them with a small smile.

He didn’t think they’d do it, but even Y/N walked over and started pinching him all over. Amoreena pinched his leg, Jo pinched his belly button and Y/N, she pinched his cute little butt as she pressed a kiss to his blushing cheek. “You’re very real, so are we.”

“I love you guys,” Spencer reminds them, holding them all as close as he can for just a moment, “okay, enough sappiness, let’s go to the beach!”

Amoreena and Y/N are already in their swimsuits under their sundresses, Jo, on the other hand, picked out some trunks and a tank-style swim top, hiding her scares just enough that she felt comfortable getting in the sand and building a castle with Amoreena.

Y/N laid on the towel beside Spencer in the shade, Taylor and her mom were playing scrabble on the picnic table, her dad was cooking up burgers on the grill. It was serene, it was perfect, they were a little family and it made absolutely no sense to him how it all worked out so well, but he wouldn’t change any of it.

“Look how big it is after lunch,” Y/N grabbed his attention, sticking her belly out as far as it could go, “I’m going to get so huge again, at least this time I’ll be the biggest when it’s cold out.”

“Are you comfortable? Do you need more sunscreen or water?” Spencer worried, making her smile as she pushed her sunglasses up and turned to him.

“I am fantastic, thank you, cutie.”

He leans in to kiss her gently, but she wraps her arms around him and pulls him down on top of her. Kissing him like she just rescued him from the sea and hasn’t seen him for years.

When he finally pulls away, he doesn’t go far. Just sitting up as he brushes her hair off her face, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she reminds him with another soft smile.

“I missed mother’s day with you by only a few days, but you should know you’re the best mother in the whole world,” he whispered, wanting to share his day with her because, without her, he wouldn’t be a father.

She pulls him into another kiss, hands resting on his cheeks as she breathes in deeply through her nose. It’s like she’s taking the soul out of his body, he's a part of her now forever and always. He never wants to be anywhere else.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #amoreena

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erzaguin · 3 years

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This is a continuation of my Huntmira Week 2021 story Masquerade.

Huntmira: After Chapter 1

“Can you believe how many deals we closed tonight! This was the single most profitable evening we’ve ever had!” declared Odalia as she swung open the doors to blight manor catching Amity by surprise who happens to be passing by.

“Ah! Amity good you’re awake! Come join us, we are going to celebrate!”

“Uhh you’re in a good mood mother, did something good happen at the party?” asked Amity hesitantly as she looked at her siblings for some sort of clue to what was going on. Instead she was left more confused seeing a giant goofy grin on her brother’s face and standing next to him was her sister. “Wait, why is she blushing?” thought Amity to herself.

“Glad you asked, '' responded her mother with a giant grin on her face that stretched from ear to ear. Amity could not recall when was the last time she had seen her mother so incredibly happy.

“Your sister just made Blight industries a lot of money and all it took was just one dance.”

Amity took a look at Emira’s whos face and ears were now completely red. Ed on the other hand looked like he was going to burst out laughing at Emira’s distress.

“One dance? How?” asked Amity hesitantly

“You should have seen it,” started Odalia as her husband silently made his way to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate. “Emira dancing with the Golden Guard.” beamed Odalia

“Wait? What? The Golden Guard?” asked Amity in disbelief as she recalled her encounter with the boy only a few days before. She once again looked at her siblings for answers especially at Em who was now the deepest shade of red she had ever seen and Ed next to her doubled over trying his best to suppress his laughter.

She had not told her siblings about the fight she had with Hunter in the Titans Vaines. They had both been in a really low mood that week and she did not want to upset them further. She wasn’t sure what had happened between them but that was the first time she had seen them fight.

“Yes, it was a memorable event. Everyone at the party had their eyes on them. Your sister was as cool as a cucumber but that boy never had a chance. Oh and at the end of the dance she gave him a kiss on his helmet and I kid you not you could see how his legs turned to jelly. It took him a moment to gather his bearings but after that nobody saw him for the rest of the night. It was wonderful.” bragged Odalia “For the rest of the night your father and I were completely swamped by people that wanted to do business with Blight industries. It was a great success. This is exactly what I mean when I say mingle '' she noted as she took a glass of champagne that Alador was offering her.

“You know I’m pretty tired. Is it ok if I go to my room?” stuttered Emira who was covering her face with her hands.

“Oh yes of course it is pretty late. You kids go to bed and we’ll do something to celebrate tomorrow.” she said as she clinked her glass to her husbands.

Emira quickly headed upstairs followed by her siblings not far behind. She threw herself on her bed using the pillows to try and hide her face as she heard Amity and Ed come inside before closing the door behind them.

“Em, did you really dance with the Golden Guard?” asked Amity, still not wanting to believe what her mother said.

“That’s not all she did,” snickered Edric but was caught off by the pillow that hit his face.

“Em?” asked Amity who was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable with the situation.

Emira let out a long sigh before sitting up on her bed and facing her younger sister. "That day Ed went out on his date I decided to go out on my own. I ended up at the library which is where I met a boy. We started hanging out regularly and ended up becoming really close."

"Turns out the boy she's been seeing in secret is the Golden Guard!" shouted Edric, no longer able to contain his excitement.

"Ed" fumed Emria

"Wait, you're dating Hunter?" question Amity completely taken off guard by the information her siblings had just shared with her.

"You know Hunter?" asked Ed, who was hiding from his twin behind the pillow she had thrown at him.

"Yeah apparently they had a run in during the time Hunter and I weren't talking. He also mentioned he met Luz." noted Emira.

"He...he told you about that? Wait, why weren't you guys talking? I thought you were close.?” probed Amity.

“He did, and his duties as the Golden Guard got in the way. Or should I say Luz, Eda, and you got in the way.” stated Emira in a very serious tone.

“Wat do you mean?” questioned Edric looking between his two sisters.

“Wait Em up you don’t understand I don’t know what he told you but he’s not a good gu..”

“No Amity you don’t understand,” cut in Emira in a cold tone that sent shivers down her siblings' spines. When Emira got angry she really did take after their mother.

“Em I…”

“Tell me Amity, did you or your friends ever stop to think there were consequences to your actions? Did you ever consider that as the Golden Guard Hunter was following direct orders from Emperor Belos?” questioned Emira who although on the looked to be completely calm her eyes showed the furry she was feeling.

“. . .I” stutere Amity unable to come up with a response for her sister. She was still having a hard time wrapping her mind on the fact that she was close to Hunter. She never even imagined she would be scolded for trying to help Luz.

“Of course you didn’t. Please Amity, I want you to stop and think how fast Emperor Belos turned on your teacher. What he wanted to do to Eda for not falling in line. Did you ever consider what would happen to someone who failed to follow his orders?” asked Emira whose eyes now showed sadness and concern.

Amity stopped and thought of how Hunter had started digging his own grave once he found there was no titan blood and therefore had failed his mission. Everything he said while they were together. The last words that he said to her. She hadn’t even stopped to think that there was real danger for him. While Amity had been fighting to impress Luz, Hunter had been fighting for his life.

“He’s not a bad guy,” mumbled Emira with pain in her words.

“Em I’m sorry,” lamented Amity as she went to give her sister a hug. Way to go Amity you finally start getting along with your siblings and you go and insult your sister’s first crush.

“It’s ok I just want you to keep in mind that when you get involved in things like this it can have effects on other people. Not just Hunter but everyone in the family.”

“Um.. sorry to break up the moment but it looks like we have a visitor” said Edric as he pointed to a small red bird standing on the window sill looking at them intently.

“Hey that’s Hunter’s,” Amity did not get to finish.

“Ok you guys time for bed see you tomorrow bye” blurted Emira while pushing her siblings out of her room. She hoped that neither of them had noticed the little palisman had a letter tied to his foot.

#the owl house #emira blight #huntmira #toh fanart #toh hunter #edric blight #amity blight #alador blight #odalia blight #blight siblings #blight twins #blight family #toh #toh golden guard

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ribcage-rodents · 3 years

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Dick Grayson had a coffee journal, baking journal, cooking journal (along w others like car/bike journal (he built his own motorcycle for fun then taught himself how to ride)). He always had to be busy and bettering himself so eventually he tried learning how to cook and bake and be a barista. He would do research on how to make something write tons of recipes and equations down to pop every single kernel or perfectly aerate the milk to get the right texture.Then take notes about the process and outcome in his journal until he perfected it and moved on to the next subject.

Every morning Bruce would wake up drink black coffee and eat a breakfast prepared by Alfred. Dick was definitely the most independent out of all the Robins, he dictated everything in his own schedule and while he did have a few routines he mostly did whatever he wanted. He graduated valedictorian with perfect attendance at 14 because he hacked the attendance records. He was apart of debate, math-let’s, drama, gymnastics, yearbook, prom, student council, and he was cheer captain. He never showed up to class or practices, only meets, championships, games, and tests. Somehow always winning or getting the highest score and always completing homework. He also tutored on fridays.

One routine Dick almost always stuck to was his morning routine, he didn’t like sleeping bc nightmares and the fear of being unconscious kept him awake as long as he could stand. Around five he would go to his personal gym and start on stretches, then go to gymnastics, around 6:30 he would go for a run and get a smoothie bowl from his favorite shop then head home. He would then do aerial ballet and practice hand to hand combat, then weapons mainly things like knife throwing, baterang aim, staff, and escrima sticks, then cool down with ballet. Around 7 Bruce would wake up. After training Dick would start on missions.

When Bruce would go to work there’d be sticky notes on his desk something from Dick along the lines of, “Hi B! Today I made a wet cappuccino, I gave you four shots of espresso with two pumps of vanilla flavoring. Cappuccinos are different than the latte I made last week because you aerate the milk longer to make more foam. This cappuccino is wet because I left the steamed milk in, instead of a dry one which I’m gonna make next!” His drink would be sitting in a thermos still warm and steaming.

He didn’t get one everyday, only when Dick felt his drinks were good enough for B to try. And to be fair it wasn’t always all that tasty.

Dick also made B lunch everyday. At first some of his employees laughed bc “a billionaire eating a sack lunch!?” It was usually just like a small salad (Dick was actually very proud of learning how to make a basic salad), some type of sandwich (as time went on, sometimes they’d be grilled and fancy like a panini), and something like grapes, and finally usually some type of pastry Alfred made. These sack lunches always came with at least one note stuck on the outside of the bag w something like “Hi B! Good morning and afternoon! I made you a PB&J and I got the sweet purple grapes and also Alfred made a really good peach tart! I had one with my smoothie this morning it’s very good! I also wanted to make you kettle corn because that was one of my favorite foods when I was younger but I’m still working on it:(. And then usually a sign off with a tiny bird or heart.

On days when there were two notes in the bag were always B favorite. Sometimes it meant Dick made something he felt was good enough for B. And much like the coffee notes would describe what the food was and how he made it. Other times it was just useless additional information like, “I tried to make toast for breakfast today so I did research last night and completed the equations and it came out beautifully golden and crunchy but not too crunchy. But then after like twenty seconds I was holding it and it just burst into flame…. And then the toaster also burst into flame. Don’t tell Alfred (I’m pretty sure he already knows)

Bruce kept every single one of these notes. He still has each one carefully laminated and stuck in a shoe box in his closet. Sometimes when he fights w the younger ones or if he bonds w the younger ones or if he just plain misses his first (and favorite) son, he’ll open the box and read through them logging the date and remembering how old Dick was, what he did that month. Did he go to Dick’s cheer tournament? No he never did. Dick won a trophy for that gymnastics routine later that day right? He should go check the trophy room to make sure.

Sometimes he’ll stare at his phone hovering over the call button. He never does, he’s always been horrible at talking about feelings but Dick never was. And when he visits home, Bruce knows it’s only for the other kids, because Tim’s been struggling, because Cass wants to dance and watch Disney movies or she has a new fantasy book but she’d rather he read it (she does this w Jason too but he’s rarely around so Dick stepped in he tries to justice to J’s story telling), or it’s waffle Wednesday w steph (she’ll discuss everything they’re gonna do and talk about it all week bragging really and b can’t blame her for having pride in a loving happy family, he’d prideful too), or Damian wanted Dick to come over instead of visiting him at Wally’s apartment because “Pennyworth (the cat) misses you that is all”, or he’s dragging Jason back for a nice family dinner. And Bruce knows he’s here for them, that Dick would never come home just for Bruce. But then Dick comes over with a fancy home brewed coffee with fancy cream art and smile at him like he’s still just a tiny little kid, and Bruce is reminded that yes he made mistakes but Dick will always view him as his father and will always love him. And Bruce knows that even though he can’t articulate or show his pride and admiration and limitless love Dick knows.

#dick grayson #batfamily #babydickie #batdad #bruce's favorite #bruce wayne #batman #Batman is bad at emotions

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kassies-take · 4 years

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Angels to Devils

Summary: A possible assassination attempt success.

A/n: My headcanon Supercorp family. With the twins Lucas and Liam, and you the oc Lauren. Sorry in advance

Warning: Blood, Heavy Injuries, ANGST

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 2136

Lena usually loved waking up to mornings, Kara by her side and the world so still and quiet that nothing can ruin it. The past few days have been rough. It was another reminder that Lena had something someone else couldn’t have. Another day.

Lena’s eyes filled with tears, her stream of tears flowed into her ear and soaked the pillow. Kara wasn’t awake but Lena held onto her like she was a lifeline. Kara stirred and was immediately awoken to hug her wife.

The casts she wore restricted her movements. Kara was careful to not hurt Lena.

“It’s today isn’t it.” Lena nodded as Kara fought her tears.

You didn’t have a normal childhood, anyone with a Luthor and a Super as parents wasn’t normal. Although it wasn’t normal you knew you were loved.

You were every bit like Lena whereas Liam and Lucas were every bit like Kara. It never really bothered you that you didn’t have powers because without their powers you can easily defeat them in hand-to-hand combat.

To say Lena was proud is an understatement, she was on the sidelines raising her fists, and screaming “Go get Em’ baby!” While Lucas, Liam and Kara flushed red.

It was midsummer before your first quarter at M.I.T , you were partaking in Lena’s work days. Paperwork, meetings and your favorite lab times.

“Ren, I need you to raise the levels to 80%.” Lena watched with a tablet in her hands.

“It is actually on full power already.” You smiled.

Lena faced you before moving her head towards her tablet. “Normally I would lecture you on testing protocols but it works!” Lena placed her tablet down and squeezed you in a hug. “We have successfully made a new renewable and efficient energy source.”

“We also very much stole technology from Argo,” you laughed.

“Don’t ruin the moment.” Lena chuckled, moved back and held your head in between her hands. “My little scientist, you will do great things in the future.” Lena kissed your forehead.

“I think I’d have to start with preventing grey hair without dyes.” You joked.

Lena glared. “Okay smarty pants. You can write the report.”

You groaned as Lena smirked. “Do I have to?”

“This is only practice for the future sweetheart. Plus I have to make sure all the Pauls don’t pull out of any mergers.”

“Ugh those skeezebag lawyers, sometimes I wish I had heat vision.” Your hand shook as if you were preventing yourself from choking someone.

“Careful there,” Lena raised an eyebrow “you sound like a Luthor.”

You grabbed the tablet out of your mother’s hands and pulled the stool in front of the computers. “I hate to burst your bubble but I’m a Luthor and a Super, if you have a problem with that the door is behind you.” You replayed with a teasing tone.

“Okay I really have to go deal with Paul now, behave.” Lena sighed.

“C’mon mama I’m not Lucas.” You began to type several results into the computer.

“Good thing your brother didn’t hear that.” Lena hugged you before heading towards the door. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

“Love you too mama, more than I love Jeju.” Lena’s heart melted. That was something she was going to brag to Kara about.

Lena sat in the conference room, calm and collected when she really wanted to rip her hair out. She could tell that the other females in the room were feeling the same. The CEO was glad that Sam spoke up about wasting time and had ended the meeting with the final merge successful.

Sam and Lena walked out of the conference room towards the elevator. When the door dinged opened they were met with a smile and an armful of Lena’s things.

“Hi baby, did you finish the report?” Lena hugged you and grabbed her purse.

“I got bored,” You shrugged “And Aunt Sam said you were close to ripping out hair that wasn’t grey.”

“So you texted my daughter?” Lena raised her eyebrows at Sam.

“For someone who is a genius you’re missing out on the fact that your daughter just said I contacted her.”

“She texted the Spoiled group chat.” Lena gave a questioning glance at the group name.

“The group chat with Aunt Sam and the rest of the Superfriend’s Legacies.”

“I’m the cool Aunt,” Sam smirked. “But now go have fun with the rest of your day off, promise you’ll tell great stories?” Sam hugged you. “And keep your mom away from work, this was really meant to be her day off.”

“Of course! Bye Aunt Sam!” You waved as she left the elevator. “Do I get to drive home?”

“Absolutely not!”

“So I get to help in the lab, but I can’t drive home.” You reasoned as you both walked to the underground garage. “I get to pick the music then?”

You raced towards the passenger seat. You closed the door behind you and locked it immediately. Lena pulled on the door handle and pressed on the keys to unlock the car. You once again locked the car which earned the famous Luthor eyebrow raise.

Lena entered the car as you laughed at her. You knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the silent treatment for much longer.

“I’m sorry, it’s fun to mess with you and Jeju. I’ll make it up to you by playing your old music.” You said as you placed your phone on a magnetic Bluetooth connector and played an *NSYNC song.

“*NSYNC is not old!” Lena drove out of the underground packing.

“Mama, you’re 51. NSYNC is 49 years old. Half a century! It’s old.”

“I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t say that!” Lena said as she raised the volume and belted out the lyrics.

It doesn't matter,

'bout the car I drive or the ice around my neck

All that matters,

Is that you recognize that it’s just about respect (oh)

“It’s all about respect mama,” you teased.

“It better be, I’m a Luthor.” You both laughed.

The car came to a stop at the intersection on Main Street and Cordova. Lena drummed on the steering wheel and sung the chorus. You grabbed a water bottle and held it as a mic.

“Do you ever wonder why, this music gets you high?” The two sang.

The car jolted forward with a loud crash. You groaned at the burn at your neck. A sharp hiss rendered quiet with screeching tires and a horn.

A huge blow hit the car. Suddenly the car tilted towards the ground. An immense weight thrown onto you, with glass sprinkling down. Yours and Lena’s heads whipped side to side as the car flipped several times.

Shallow breaths threatened the immense silence that floated through the street.

~Lena’s POV~

A warm liquid bounced off my cheek. The cold cement acted as my bed. I didn’t have to look to know my left leg and left arm broke. I looked around trying to register what had happened.

My heart threatened to jump out of my chest, as I witnessed my daughter’s soft hand stained red and dangled limply above me. She was suspended above me, a bone or two protruded out of her side. The only thing that stopped her from falling was the seatbelt.

“Lauren baby,” My own voice unrecognizable and unsteady.

I turned to the watch on my left arm, there it sat shattered. I reached towards Lauren’s bloody hand that had her super watch. I flipped open the watch, relieved when her pulse thumped faintly.

A soft thud landed in front of the windshield. I knew it was Kara and J’onn.

“Lena! Lauren!” I heard my wife call.

The car lifted and more of Lauren’s blood flowed onto the seat, compartment and my clothes.

“Wait no no no! The car is applying pressure to one of Lauren’s wounds.”

“I can phase in, apply pressure and get her out. Where are her injuries?”

There was a moment of silence before Kara answered. “Two of her ribs are broken, her right forearm fractured, lower back spinal injury, her other arm is dislocated, broken ankle, t-the seatbelt cut her stomach.”

“I’ll get her to the D.E.O.”

J’onn glowed red and flew through the car. The Martian lifted my daughter like a feather and vanished through the top.

The car flipped up right and I could only groan in response.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Kara carried me delicately.

~3rd POV~

Supercorp landed on the D.E.O balcony. Kara guided Lena into the MedBay. However they were met with teary eyed Superfriends. Alex had tears pooled in her eyes, Nia sobbed, as J’onn stared into space. Brainy was left to share the bad news.

“You may want to sit down for this.” Brainy waited for Kara and Lena. “Lauren’s injures were very...severe, she also had internal injuries. She didn’t make it.”

Lena froze, she pushed off the bed. “No, no she can’t, she can’t be dead! Where is she?” She stepped with her broken leg and collapsed into Kara’s arm.

“Mrs. Luthor-Danvers we need to tend to your wound.” Dr. Hamilton said from the door.

“You will not! Not until I see my daughter!”

“Bring her a wheelchair,” Alex ordered.

In the D.E.O morgue, a few morticians cleaned Lauren’s body. Two stitched up her body as one cleaned the blood off the youngest Luthor-Danvers’ skin.

“Give Lena and Supergirl space.” The three morticians stepped out of the room.

Lena was wheeled onto one side and Kara stood on the other. Lauren was still warm. Kara held onto her daughter’s hand. She didn’t realize how deafening it was to not hear your heart.

The two parents sobbed. Lena caressed her daughter’s cheek. “I am, I am so sorry baby. You... you had so much more to look forward to. Jeju and I will always love you. Always.” Lena whispered and kissed your forehead. “Always.” Tears rolled down Lena’s cheeks.

Dr. Hamilton rolled Lena into the operating room.

“Little one,” Kara sobbed. She remained there until Lucas and Liam walked through the doors.

The twins were off on a college baseball retreat, and wore their red sun braclets. They received a call from Alex and had to realistically take a 2 hour plane ride back.

“Jeju,” The two boys whispered and hugged Kara. “Is mom okay?”

“She’s okay.”

“Kara, Lena is in recovery.” Alex said from the door. Kara nodded and headed back towards the MedBay.

“Lauren,” Liam whispered. “How I wish you were just sleeping.”

“I love you, Ren. Thank you for pushing me to the best I could be. Wouldn’t have been able to be Lucas Luthor-Danvers without you.” Lucas cried.

“Don’t worry about us okay, we will be okay.” Liam wiped his tears away.

Everyone of Kara’s friends and family sat on top of a hill that looked over National City. The Legends, Team Flash, Team Arrow, The Bat Family, Lucy Lane, Kal-El’s family, Sam and Ruby, Superfriends and your cousins were there.

Eliza flew in from Midvale a couple of days ago, Alura landed on Earth an hour ago and even Lillian was there in honor of her granddaughter.

Lillian was furious that your death was cause by an assassination attempt on Lena. She had pulled up security cameras and tracked the man who purposefully hit Lena’s car.

Lauren laid in a red pod and floated next to her designated tree. Everyone was given a chance to say something about you.

Kara talked about hearing your first heartbeat, Lena on helping her in the labs. Liam about how you were able to keep him and Lucas out of trouble. Lucas focused on the last midnight talk the two of you shared. Alex shared how you were a fighter.

J’onn shared your last thoughts, he shifted into your form. “I’m scared to leave this world not because I am afraid of death but because I’m scared of leaving everyone I love behind. I don’t regret anything because of everyone I had in my life.” Other cute moments were shared before Kara started The Prayer for the Dead.

She moved her hand over the pod. The House of El symbol glowed and the glass of the pod became transparent. Kara took a deep and shaky breath.

“You have been the sun of our lives. Our prayers will be the sun that lights your journey home.” Kara released another shaky breath and looked towards the horizon. “We will remember you in every dawn and await the night we join you in the sky.” Kara’s eye glistened. “Rao’s will be done.” She finished in Kryptonian.

Alura pushed the pod and it slowly flew higher and further into the horizon. Lena pinned a sign on a tree that read:

Lauren Luthor-Danvers

2027 - 2044

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halcyon-writings · 4 years

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Gift Giving

a very, belated gift for emmy, bb ily!! @storiesthatneedtobewritten / @seashellsandshores pls check her out, her writing is amazing and she is an equally wonderful friend (I also wasn’t sure which was your main main writing blog now so I tagged both just in case fjdksfjksd!! again tysm for the gift and I hope you enjoy this one!)

It was rare for Megumi to panic, much rare to see him all but pacing around the dorms, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration and hands wringing almost nervously.

Gojo hadn’t even gotten an answer from him when he asked, well if you counted teasing the poor curse user as asking then sure.

In turn, the lack of any idea on what to do only served to frustrate Megumi further. While it had been sometime since he had seen you, as you were on your own assignment for the school and so you were out of Japan, he had wanted your reunion to be special at least. And while you would not be home in time for Christmas, he still at least wanted to give you something special. He had already gotten his sister her gift, leaving her flowers alongside it.

Flopping back onto his bed as he stared at the ceiling, he blinked once, then twice.

And then a third time. Before his eyes widened and he sits up at a near dizzying speed. Something homemade would be a lot more sentimental right? Of course it would. Wracking his brain for any ideas, Megumi makes a quick note of whatever he needed, wallet? yes, phone? also yes. Shrugging on a coat, he was quick to make way to the outer hallway.

Passing by Itadori and Kugisaki who only stare at their classmate’s back as he rushes past them. He hears Kugisaki call out to him, which he quickly waves off. “I’ll be back.”

The shopping was as difficult as he thought it would. People bustling around for the new years and whatever other gifts for last minute Christmas gatherings, among friends rather than family from what he gathered.

But no matter, with bag in hand, as he jogged up the steps to the school, Megumi was fairly certain that if he stayed up long enough, he could get this done.

Which of course meant that by the time it got to midnight, Megumi had already fallen asleep, your gift in his hands, not wrapped, but fortunately complete.

You shudder as the cool air hits your face the moment you exit the car in front of the school.

“Thank you Ichiji-san,” You bow, before giving the man a small smile, he only bows in return, after all, you were one of the few among the sorcerers and students who hadn’t constantly given the man heart attacks, so at least you could brag about being a favorite.

“It’ll be late, so please head on to rest,” He quickly adds.

You nod, “Of course, happy holidays.”

“And to you, ___.” You wave as the car begins to drive off, turning around and sighing as you begin to make your trek up the stairs. Why couldn’t they get something more efficient?

The walk to the dorms thankfully wasn’t so far from the main building, and you peer over, seeing the one room light open. It was probably Yuji or Nobara still awake, with a small shake of your head you laugh slightly, always the energetic pair.

Adjusting your bag over your shoulder once more, you continue forward. While you probably could have went to your room to drop off your things, a part of you did miss seeing your friends.

You knock twice, and you’re greeted by a very festive looking Panda.

“Oh! ___! You’re back!” At his announcement, you hear the other students coming by, and you’re quickly pulled in. The cold of the outside being replaced by the warmth of the room’s atmosphere.

“So, how was it? I wanna go to France,” You hear Nobara mutter the second half with slight envy, making you laugh a bit.

“Well, the curse part I could do without,” You answer, “But otherwise it was fun. Although, I did bring something back.” At this, you see them, even Maki showing the slightest interest despite her exterior, and you smile. Before you look around the room.

“And Megumi?” You tilt your head curiously, “Is he okay?”

Yuji and Nobara share a look, that you’re quick to make note of in the back of your mind, before Yuji answers, “He decided to head in early, said he was tired.” But noticing the way he fiddles with his hands, he left something out.

However, you nod, not wanting to ruin the mood, “Ah that’s okay. I can give him his gift later. But, what about you guys? Anything fun happen while I was gone?”

And so, you were filled in on the antics that included different curses, Gojo-sensei’s usual antics, which in turn meant, you didn’t miss a lot.

However you were still curious about what Megumi was doing, But you were still a little tired. Flying for a good amount of the day and travelling from the airport to the school took a bit out of you. So you say your goodnight, before heading back to your dorm. You leave your bag, dressing in more comfortable clothes, before deciding to see Megumi, at least to let him know you were back.

The door was unlocked, the wood creaking as you tried to open it quietly, your shoulders sag.

Being the light sleeper he was, your boyfriend already rolls over, one eye opening slowly, and seeing that it’s you, it closes, before both eyes open quickly, sitting up in a panic.

“___?!”

“Yes that’s my name?”

At a small pause, as he ends up laying back down one hand rubbing his temple the other keeping something behind him.

“I, for one, thought you’d be much happier seeing me,” You sniff, “But fine, I can just leave your gift to Gojo-sensei.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” He yawns slightly, “I just, I had a plan you know? I didn’t expect you to be back until tomorrow, or today rather.”

You shrug, “Yeah, me too.”

Megumi doesn’t meet your eyes, so you move to sit at the edge of the bed, peering down.

Only to realize that the reason he wasn’t looking at you, was so that you didn’t see the flush on his face. As his hand brings what he was hiding.

Something with yarn? You take the gift gingerly from his hands. Warm and soft, since he had accidentally fallen asleep after making it.

While sure, some loops here and there were slightly different sizes, the fact that he tried to make something for you was far more important.

“This...”

“It’s not the best,” He interrupts, only to rub the back of his neck, “I thought you’d like something more practical so I tried to follow instructions on how to make a scarf with it.” You nod.

But hearing his tone you frown, before wrapping it around your shoulders, looping it one more time. While it was a bit, longer than a normal scarf, to you it didn’t matter.

“It’s perfect.”

extra:

“You know, when I asked Nobara and Yuji about you, they got really shifty you know? I thought something worse had happened.”

At this, an annoyed expression grows on his face, “I just told them I was busy, they’re the ones who wanted to know all about it.”

You laugh, and the annoyance is quick to leave his face.

“Alright, it’s late, so I’m gonna head back,” You move to stand, but his hand takes hold of your own before you can, “Megumi?”

He looks down at his lap, but you can see hints of red at the tips of his ears, “You can stay, if you want. I can scoot over.”

You smile softly, “Alright, scoot over then.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro imagines #mine

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obsessive-ego · 4 years

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Bath time = nap time

Beetlejuice x fem reader

Beetlejuice saves reader from drowning

Then it gets soft

Slight nsft cuz nudity and mention of masturbation

"You seem to be in a mood"

He was right, you just got home from a long shit day at work, customers screamed at you, your boss left early and made you cover the full store alone, again, you were exhausted and more then a little annoyed, hell, you've been holding back tears the whole bus ride home, and sure as fuck you weren't gonna start balling you eyes out infront of beetlejuice, the man had no idea how to deal with emotions and you really didnt want to deal with all that awkwardness.

Walking in the door, Beetlejuice could feel the angry engery you were giving off, hell, he knew exactly how you were when you were angry, after pushing the envelope one too many times and really pissing you off.

When you two make eye contact with each other you sigh.

"Its just- work sucks" you sigh pinching the bridge of your nose, you flop down on the couch next to the ghoul, you felt like you were let the flood gates break and cry at this point.

"Bring me to work with ya sometime dollface, I'll sort 'em out nice and quick for ya" he cackles, you only give a small smile and a sniffle in return, he frowns, you were no fun when you were like this. Your boss and coworkers constantly took advantage of your kind nature and willing to please to the point that it fucked you up emotionally and physically, but more importantly ruining HIS alone time with you.

"I'm sorry, I just need to cool down" your voice cracks, trying really hard not to cry

"Alright sugar, I can see you need some alone time, I'll make myself scarce so you can do whatever you need to yeah?"

You give the demon a soft smile, it wasnt often Beetlejuice was considerate to your feelings, but was greatly appreciated when he was.

He tussles your hair "see ya in a few, and you better be better to ACTUALLY hang out" he laughs, and with that he was gone, no smoke, no fan fair, just simple pop, gone.

...

You start your quiet time with a bath, a nice hot bubble bath, it's been awhile since you did that, you were more of a shower person solely for how fast it was, as you waited for the tub to fill you begin to strip down. Unknown to you beetlejuice didnt exactly leave, he just vanished, invisible to your eyes, you stopped at you shirt, the demon groaned at this tease, yes he loved your ass and legs, but he wants the FULL picture.

The demon was banking on his sweet breather blowing off some steam the good old fashioned way, going to town on that cute pussy of yours, but jerking off in the bath? That was new, not that he was complaining, a change of scenery was always nice, keeping things nice and fresh for him? Such a considerate breather you were. hell the ghoul was already buzzing with excitement, electric pink tips already showing in his hair, it's been awhile since he had quite the show, yes he spied on your private times, can you blame him? Hes a demon straight from hell, that may or may not be head over heels for you, his sweet little breather, and watching you take care of business was an excellent way from him to see what you like for future reference~.

Beetlejuice's attention was brought back to reality when he herd the rushing water stop, his gaze leaves your legs and follows the hem of your shirt, drooling at the new exposed skin, when you dropped the bra the ghoul gave you a very lewd motion, an over exaggerated jerk off motion and a wolf whistle, not that you knew it.

Stepping into the tub you let out a soft whine, like always it was boiling hot, the noises you made as you sunk your tired body into the water were practically pornographic, well at least to the ghoul in the room who already had his cock out, just waiting on you to start, but you didnt.

You just layed there in the water, most of your goods covered by bubbles, it felt like an eternity before it clicked with Beej you weren't gonna start playing with yourself.

He huffs, pretty disappointed with the result, floating out of the bathroom and into you bedroom to deal with his sour mood the best way he knew how, digging through your underwear drawer, as occupied as the demon was in this activity, his ears did perk up at the sound of a knock at the front door, tending to his meat would be fun, BUT scaring the piss out of someone would be better.

The ghoul took no time disguising himself as you and quickly making his way to the door. Quickly swinging the door open to reveal the mailman.

"Package for l/n, sign here please"

Beetlejuice took the package eagerly, and scribbling down a mess on the clipboard handed to him, the ghoul responds with a cheerful "thanks" in your voice before grabbing the bottom of his jaw and pulling it down to his chest, as swarm of various bugs fly out, the delivery man screams and makes a quick escape from the premises. Beetlejuice cackles, and returns to his old self, placing the box down he heads to the bathroom where you were to gloat about his recent scare, he adored how your eyes lit up when he bragged about his work to you, a fun little retelling would get you out of your mood and back to being fun.

The ghoul knocks on the bathroom door

"Knock knock" he shouts matching the knock on the door

No response, he knocks again

"Sugar?"

...

"Babes?"

...

"Y/n?" Concerned in your silence, he takes a deep breath and hollers "y/n if you dont respond by the time I count to 3 I'm coming in"

"3!" He shouts phasing his head through the door, what he saw made his hair turn white, a colour that rarely graced him, your legs hung over the sides of the tub, while your head was completely submerged, how long where you like this?!

Beetlejuice quickly lunges into the tub without a second thought, as much as he hated water, it didn't matter now, it didn't matter that his suit was soaked, it didnt matter that you were going to be upset that he was straddling your naked body, what mattered was not letting you drown, the demon quickly pulled your head out of the water.

"Come on sweets, a dead guy cant give ya CPR" he utters trying to gently shake you awake

With a hard cough, spitting out a bit of water you were awake.

Moving the wet hair from your face you rub your eyes, before you could yell at beetlejuice for invading your privacy, you're pulled into a tight wet hug.

The first thing that came to mind was the smell, to the point where you felt dizzy, Your head was spinning on what was going on, you were completely naked and enjoying a nice bath, but here beetlejuice was, fully clothed, in the tub straddling you, and now hugging you, as embarrassment and anger fill your chest, but despite all the confusion was the biggest feeling you had now, but before you could say his name once the ghoul speaks.

"The fuck were you doing?" He utters into your ear

"I-"

"Trying to scare the fuck out of me?" He squeezes you tighter

It clicks

"I fell asleep in the bath again huh" you mumble

Beetlejuice pulls away and stares at you with a quizzical look,

"I used to doze off in the bathtub when I was younger, ya know, it's so warm and peaceful" you trail off while nervously laughing, refusing to meet his eyes

"What am I going to do with you?" Beetlejuice sighs

The two of you remain in the position, sitting in silence for what feels like an eternity.

Finally glancing back to the demon, you realize the position you're in. Naked with a born dead demon, you had more then a little crush on, leaning over you, you couldnt really scream at him after him saving your life huh, but this was a little much.

"Beej? Can you leave?" You stutter out finally crossing your arms over your exposed chest, not that it mattered, the demon probably got an eyeful already.

"Oh! Sure, but uh, you gonna be okay? Or do you need a lifegard babes?~" his voice drops to that seductive gravel that always made your knees weak, the ghoul leans in close, water sloshing over the side of the tub. "Cant have you stop breathing sugar, I've grown accustomed to that warm body of yours~" he whispers as a hand travels up your thigh.

Beetlejuice was always a handsy guy, you knew that, and didnt mind it, but now, being completely exposed like this? It was a little too much too soon.

"If you get out of the tub, clean up the water you splashed on the floor, and keep your hands to youself, you can stay" you mumble out.

"I'll take it" the ghoul jumps out of the tub, and with the snap of his fingers the bathroom was just as it was before he jumped in the tub with you, and with another snap beej was back to being as dry as his humor.

The ghoul hops up on the sink, his eyes glued to your naked form.

"Oh, almost forgot" the demon snaps his fingers again, the room fills with a harsh green smoke, and once it disperses, beetlejuice was no longer wearing his trademark suit, instead he sported a pair of swim trunks, black and white striped, a whistle around his neck, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of white flip flops.

"Lifeguard is on duty sweet thing"

You couldnt help but laugh

"I'm CPR certified doll, but you dont gotta be drowning if all you wanted was a smooch~" he cackles you laugh along with him.

Yes it was a little embarrassing finishing you bath routine with an audience, but the unexpected happened, beetlejuice was polite, at least for his standards, no lewd jokes, no gross comments, nothing, and here you were completely naked and consenting to his presence and he was on his best behavior. The odd joke was given, but it was much more tame then what you've grown to know, while you washed your body the ghoul chattered on about scaring the mailman and how he really didnt get why breathers were so eager to stay clean.

With the bubbles finally gone that was a good indication to get out and dry off, your muscles now relaxed and you yourself were in a more better mood, albeit alittle drowsy.

Pulling the plug in the tub was a good signal to the demon to turn away from you, you raised an eyebrow at this

"What are you doing?"

"Babes I am a gentleman, I couldn't possibly gaze-"

"You literally just sat there for like a half an hour watching my naked ass like a hawk" you were quick to interrupt. The ghoul visibly flinches at your words still facing away from you

"Humor me babes" he says with a shrug

You sigh, finally standing up and wrapping a towel around your chest, and another towel around your hair. You continue your routine with the ghoul facing away from you. Reaching for a bottle of lotion, you squirt some out and begin rubbing it into your skin, throughout the process you could see the undead demon visibly shiver and wobble a tad, you try not to think about it.

With the thud of the bottle being put away you raise to your feet and leave the room with beetlejuice trailing behind.

You sit down of your bed removing the towel around your hair, the ghoul sits down next to you, once again dressed in his suit. The two of you make eye contact for a brief moment before you look away, remembering how the born dead demon, moments earlier, on top of your naked body, let alone watched you take a bath, the whole thing finally caught up to you and all you could hear was your heart hammering away, so you didnt hear Beetlejuice the first time he tried to get your attention.

You nearly jump out of your skin when his icy cold hand gripped your shoulder, you turn back to the ghoul, realizing he was a bizzar mix of purple and pink.

"Are you okay?" You mumble out

The ghoul snorts a small laugh "I was about to ask you the same thing doll, you almost died" his gaze was scary serious something you weren't really used to seeing from him.

"I'm fine, dont worry about it-"

You were cut off by beetlejuice pulling you into a tight embrace

"Dont worry about it? Are you stupid or something? Jesus y/n I cant have you dying on me, I need ya, your my-" he stops himself, you push away quirking a brow staring back at the ghoul

"I'm your what?"

"You're my... breather, ya know, cuz I'm haunting ya" he shrugs with a forced laugh

"Right, thanks again for your help" you trail off sounding a tad disappoint with the ghoul's response.

Beetlejuice picks up on your ton and quickly grabs your wrist

"Doll I, no y/n, this isnt easy for me to say okay, but fuck, ya mean alot to me, and I dont want ya to stop breathing before you live your little breather life, and yeah, you're my breather, youre mine, my-" the ghoul's grip looses up on you, you gently grab his hand and give him a soft smile

"Thank you" you whisper before pulling the demon into a hug

It's alright that you're both cowards with how you feel, but this was a nice start

Bonus

This was as close to heaven as beetlejuice was ever gonna get, here you were his favourite little breather, hugging him, out of your own free will wearing nothing but a towel, and right after he tried his damndest to confess to you, yeah it didnt come out clear, but you were happy, he'll try again another time and really spell it out that he loves you

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling #nsft

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jiminrings · 4 years

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yES vball coach jk pls about their first fight as a couple?? maybe??

mvp: first fight

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: jungkook is more on the oblivious sLASH insensitive side, y/n’s outlet is hurling volleyballs against the wall, and yoongi just wants to cheer everyone up with his mascot suit :D

notes: another coach koo drabble because i am unhinged <3

read mvp, the piece that started off y/n and koo!! + in which jungkook is extra clingy

you’re rEALLY used to jungkook being affectionate and clingy

no surprise really

he’s practically attached to you by the hip atleast in four out of the seven days in the week

but there’s something

just sOmething different with the way he’s hugging you from behind right now

and the trail of kisses from your shoulder to your jaw is gentle and nOt playful

almost as if he’s done something wrong and he’s making up for it

aha

....... aha ........?

“did you accidentally drop one of my succulents more than a hundred feet down again?”

jungkook doesn’t even tense up at that and you take it as a signal that he didn’t

gOOD because you are running out of lil succulents and jimin’s running out of name ideas for the lil guys

your boyfriend only huffs and frowns because for the last time he did not sabotage mr. prick !!! he was in the balcony holding him out in the sun when a giAnt dove suddenly flew to him and that’s when he panicked

“did you eat jimin’s special pasta and you’re now asking me for immunity?”

“no but thank you for letting me know”

ok that’s it

you break free from his back hug and face jungkook with an inquiring look and he shrinks at the thought of what he’s gonna say next

“then tell me what’s going on, koo.”

“it’s- uhm,” jungkook turns you around again and rests his chin on your shoulder because he’d rather not see your reaction

he knows you’re probably gonna give him the most pleading puppy dog eyes and maybe he’d cave right then and there with nO questions asked

“you know our date by the end of this week?”

“yeah!! oh my god i’m sO excited-“ you immediately gush because actually things have been so busy for the both of you and this is the perfect chance for relieving stress bUt-

“oh.”

“have to drive upstate for this workshop for coaches, baby. it’s something new for us before the season starts and uH well it’s gonna last for three days.,.,.”

three days

that’s cool :D

the season is about to start and so the pressure is on if your team could make this a back-to-back win :D

of course practice is hArd as it should be just so everyone’s on their toes as skilled and as in shape one could be

the heat is SIZZLING in this kitchen

there’s no time for slacking around

frankly, date night fell onto one of the only days that there’s gonna be a break in your team’s schedule :)))

not that it mATTERS or anything like that

you’re also pressured because your comeback after ur iconic injury that was televised made you even mOre highly-anticipated

you’re gonna bREAK one of these days ur very sure of it

“it’s okay, jungkook. it’s out of my reach anyways :))”

uGh what did he do to deserve such a precious understanding thing like you are

you’ve guess you gotten a tad bit better in your acting skills then because your boyfriend doesn’t suspect a single tHing

all ur monitoring and taehyung forcing you to watch and critique him as he practices for his auditions is paying off!!

“tae i think we both know that i’m nOt qualified to give you acting pointers!!”

“which is eXACTLY my point!! that’s why i called up my most clueless and unwilling friend ever!!! because if it’s good enough for a no-brained then it would be the bEST for people with-...”

“ok that was rude :((“

he kissed your cheek as an apology and promised to dine out with you for honey-glazed chicken and sUddenly you’re not plotting to hit tae with a volleyball to the head “accidentally” during practice tomorrow <3

but unlike taehyung, jungkook can’t fix it up with a single kiss to the cheek

you can’t help but feel upset ok it’s in your nature!!

your momentum’s deflated and the little itty bitty hope that you and jungkook can be there for each other is now cRUSHED

“i’ll miss you.”

jungkook’s heart whooshes at the feeling of you hugging him just sO dearly that he’s very tempted to just ditch this

him hugging you back with the same intesity doesn’t make it better because rn you’re mumbling to his chest

“i’ll miss you mORE :((“

ok even jimin’s gonna miss kook

his heart also goes out for you because he knows you’re beyond stressed with your comeback and all that

jimin saw you eating cereal one morning when kook wasn’t by your side because he was over at his oWN apartment

can u believe it,,, jungkook having his own apartment yet mOST of the time he stays over and even eats jimin’s stock of cold marshmallows by the fridge <3

anyways u were eating cereal and then suddenly jimin was practically alerted awake when you mumbled out of nowhere

“do you think i could serve a float as good as this cereal does?”

that was clearly a red flag that you ventured too far out into your spiral of worry because fIRST of all

yeah you do love volleyball of course!!!

but often it’s nice that not every second you spend revolves around it y’know

if your practice is done and your games are over that’s it nO more talking about volleyball pls

you could manage with the occasional praising for each other’s play over meals and rides and all that

but you don’t want anything more because it’s just can we please talk about things other than volleyball PLEASE

at the start you thought it would be difficult because well :D you are living with your best friend that happens to be your assistant coach :D

but surprisingly it was easy!! jimin shared those exact same thoughts and your flow of conversation (that doesn’t include your athleticism nor profession) is endless at this point

even became easier because now your boyfriend is the coach and he’s practically living with you

that startled jimin because you hATE talking about volleyball so early in the morning and especially over breakfast

but here you were...

talking about your damn floats just from looking in too much at your cereal

“hey, it’s okay!! we’ll get you through these three days just fine!!”

jimin hugs you as soon as jungkook takes off because he can’t have you dwelling and moping now can he

you’re just mumbling in defenseless against his chest because you obviOusly can’t do anything about it

you were tempted to pluck out his wallet just so he’d get back for it but jimin was looking at you from across the room

you were at the planning stage and jimin’s aLREADY at the scolding stage

three days!!! just three ridiculously-pressured, nerve-wracking, mind-boggling days!!

how hard could it be??

aha

spoiler alert: it is immensely hard :D

you’re so nervous and jittery to the point yoongi was concerned with how much coffee you drank and that’s coming from hIM

then you told him you drank none and you swear he ceased functioning after that

jimin had to drag you out every twenty minutes because either you were being too gentle or being too harsh that he winces himself when you spike tOO hard

and that could only mean one thing

you’re on spiral number two

which means you are nOw inseparable from volleyball

by day two you were no longer moping about jungkook’s absence and his inherent ability to calm you down

no you are even bArely thinking about him :D

you now breathe speak exhale volleyball

y/n’s monster rage play kept appearing even when you’re just against the players in your own team and now they r getting cranky little by little

they serve and then you sLAM

jimin had to call out a break for you forcibly and even used his official I’m The Coach Don’t Complain voice on you that you hate :((

“now you’re getting TOO much into playing!!”

“i don’t get what you mean, minnie!! i’m perfectly fine!! hey, wanna split the shipping fee? i added these new sports bras and shorts to my cart, you should totally add what you want to my cart so tHAT way i won’t have to pay so much and-...”

okay time-out that’s cLEARLY a time-out for you

you’re now way too much into your thoughts and that calls for a group hug

you just need a distraction, that’s all!!

jimin had to drag you over so that the both of you could go a few floors down to yoongi and tae’s apartment for move night

and there’s them giving you the reigns because well you just wanted to feel like you have control aNd that you’re not completely losing it aha

taehyung gives the best sitting cuddles as he’s at the far-end of the couch and he’s perfectly drooped for you to feel secure

jungkook nORMALLY would be annoyed when tae gets a little too cuddly but aight it’s cool no worries!! he’s just... standing in for a pillow

speaking of jungkook

well to be honest he’s doing good!! yes he does miss you but not to the degree that yOU do because well he’s just oblivious like that

there were some drills that the coaches were the ones that needed to be the players and well :D let’s just say he killed that part tOO good

for the first time after a long time, jungkook took down notes

n o t e s

wow he’s going so far he really is a coach

he also got to reconnect with some of his friend and not to brag but maybe he IS the blueprint for being the player to the coach lol

there was a no-phones rule and he could only call you on his lunch breaks and when he’s about to sleep or when the bathrooms are all empty

“can’t wait to see you tomorrow, koo :((“

“why did you miss mE?? :D”

he’s still as insufferable as ever even when he’s in a different state and you’d have to keep your chuckles down or else jimin’s gonna confiscate your phone

there’s some raining in jungkook’s background and you wonder why it was sO heavy

aha actually kook had to go outside because signal wasn’t exactly the best inside hence the louder patter

not to be that cheesy but talking to him just relieves you of your stress and it makes you pout because okay you’ll see him tOmorrow!!

“more than you know.”

cool

there’s uh

there’s a tiny hitch

well jungkook was supposed to come tonight and well he ISN’T here

you’ve tried calling him and even got yoongi help you out by texting him and jungkook doesn’t even dare to try and ignore his hyung’s texts

now you’re in panic because wHY exactly didn’t he come home??

and there’s all these worst-case scenarios running through your head but that’s when he sends you a text late in the morning that woke you up

“sorry!! the organizers needed me to stay late. i’ll see you tomorrow :))”

that wasn’t exactly right

and uH jungkook wasn’t exactly telling the truth

it’s just a minor white lie he needed to say for you to not worry!!!

uhm so

well it was raining cats and dogs right??

IT WAS FLOODING

and jungkook didn’t want to risk cooky (that’s what he named his car do nOT question him) breaking down with all the water and the pressure so he’s uh

he’s not coming home tonight

lisa noticed his struggle right when they walked out of the complex and she offered generously

“jungkook!! do you wanna sleep over at my place tonight? i live pretty near anyway. i’ll drive you over to your car in the morning!!”

wow

she’s so kind and considerate!!! :D great idea lisa thank u very much

they even had ramen together and watched some netflix, kook just slept in the guest room, woke up, and the next day lisa drove him to his car and that’s it!!

he’s back to you easy-peasy and you gave him the tightest hug ever

that’s where the problem lies though

because jungkook didn’t tell you and you don’t know the truth either

which is why yoongi is in your apartment and has been looking at you for the past five minutes while he’s unmoved on your couch

jungkook was over to their apartment to help taehyung with his PC build and yoongi is here aPPARENTLY to just have some snacks with you

that doesn’t seem to be the case because he’s lost in his thought and is fidgeting and??? he doesn’t normally fidget when you’re making him a grilled cheese sandwich lol

“why did jungkook come home a day later than he was supposed to?”

what now

the workshop was long done by a week now and you’re lost at wHy yoongi is asking this now

“oh! he said the organizers needed him to stay later. you know how jungkook’s a bit famous with them, yoongs”

yoongi flatlines at that because uh

that’s w eird

oh god how is he gonna tell you this

yoongi just pulls out his phone with an all-telling screenshot and he’s preparing himself to deal with whatever reaction you give him

it’s a story, actually

harmless if you think about it

and the username and whom it belongs to is sO familiar

not to mention the more than familiar tattooed hand holding the chopsticks to sink into their bowl of ramen

.... oh

“yoongi?”

that is too soft for your tone

something so chilling that yoongi is hesitant to even answer you

“can you bring in jungkook for me?”

oh my gOd you don’t know how to feel

you’re trying to contain yourself because maybe you’ve just misunderstood the situation

althought it’s too fucking hard for your sake, because as far as you remember, jungkook’s ex-girlfriend ISN’T the organizer for this workshop

was it even a workshop in the first place

jungkook wouldn’t cheat on you!!!

... would he??

you’re practically trembling when you ask yoongi to send you the picture and he attempts to hug you and cradle for a bit but you just stay sTILL

“i didn’t tell you because i didn’t want you to worry about me”

now jungkook is a bit confused when yoongi told him to go back to the apartment, no questions asked

and you’re looking kind of rattled which is why he’s starting to get worried

“jungkook, i’m gonna worry of you regardless!! i can’t stop floods and it’s unavoidable but wHY didn’t you tell me?”

“tell you what?”

god you’re gonna pull your hair out

he’s still playing coy of how he didn’t sleep over at lisa’s and it’s irking you right underneath your skin

“that you slept over at your ex-girlfriend’s house and didn’t even tell me!!”

okay now that’s when jungkook ticks

he doesn’t see the problem with it

“what’s wrong with that?? it was flooding and i knew no one else!! a state of emergency, don’t you think?”

“nO jungkook i get that! but what i can’t get is why you needed to lie to me!! you could’ve told the truth and i would’ve understood better!”

ugh this is just sO pointless

he doesn’t really wanna argue with you right now over something that shouldn’t be argued about in the first place

“you’re overreacting, stop it.”

“oh yeah?? it’s okay with you if i go to a workshop by myself, and sleep over at my ex-boyfriend’s place, and not tell you???”

you’re trying your best to not cry then and there because you so badly want to stand by your point against jungkook

“of course,” he’s even more stubborn than you are and he only kisses his teeth as you ask him

“because unlike you, i’m not controlling!”

oh god

that’s when the line is drawn and you just can’t take it anymore

he’s so fired up that he huffs and walks out of the apartment while slamming the door harshly

...

....

things aren’t really going well

practice is still on even if jimin offered that you take a sick leave after hearing about what happened

you’re not gonna chicken out from practice just because jungkook’s gonna be there

plus it’s not like you haven’t ignored him before at practice

meanwhile jungkook is dYing on the inside because oh god he really screwed up big-time

his apartment is too spacious and too quiet and that just meant him regretting extra

this situation felt all too familiar

jungkook hates himself because he feels like he’s done nothing but to to just give you hurt :(((

it’s him going to the gym much earlier than usual and waiting by the door

it’s him trying to get your attention and you being set on tolerating none of it

he already did that last time

but tHIS time it’s with him as your boyfriend and maybe it hurts a little bit more

he hasn’t slept properly for god knows how long

(( actually it’s been just two days ))

you don’t try to contact him nor even think about him because as per his words, you’re controlling!!!

yoongi tries to assure you as much as you can that you aren’t

he’s the only one that could get to you because well he’s the one that took this up to you

and you avoid getting jimin into this because you feel like he’s tired with all this back and forth of trying to pick you up

oh god you aren’t a burden, right??

right???

pls say right

yoongi is admittedly not the best when it comes to comforting people but he is there and that’s what matters

even brought out the mascot suit to bring out a giggle or two

and he likes you better when you’re happy so he goes ham on trying to do those cartwheels he’s mastered

anything to put a smile on your face

he was about to do the backflip he did when you showcased your rage play and you had to physically stop him because nO i will not risk you getting a concussion just trying to make me happy

you can’t avoid each other for this long

sooner or later you need to talk about what happened and from then on could you do something about it

atleast jimin knows this much

and as hesitant as he is to let jungkook in again, he knows that this is for the better and that you’re both miserable (the other is much much worse and it isn’t you)

which is why jimin let the door open wordlessly before going on the lift to stay over at tae’s and yoongi’s for a few hours

or whenever you need him to come back

because jungkook’s right in front of you and you can’t even look at him in the eye

gOd there’s only so much you can do

“i’m sorry.”

that’s what makes it even worse though

because you’re the one who apologized first and fuck that just makes jungkook wince

he’s whimpering the moment he hears you and he’d be sobbing if only he didn’t desperately want to talk to you

“why are you apologizing when you’re not even the one at fault?”

it’s the added blow because fuck you are tOO good for him and he doesn’t deserve you :(((

“you’re not controlling. i was just being an insensitive boyfriend and a shitty one at that”

jungkook’s knees buckle and he’s kneeling right in front of you and it immediately gets you trying to lift him back up

the sight itself also makes you tear up a bit because you just wanna talk!! you don’t want him kneeling as if you’re a saint and all that :((

“i’ll — we’ll work through this, right?? i can — i can still m-make it up to you, right?”

jungkook’s looking up at you with the biggest and most pleading eyes you’ve ever seen and perhaps he was even scAred to ask the question,,, in fear that he’s only just convincing himself that he could

that makes his lip tremble again because the alternate outcome of your first fight absolutely ending your relationship is enOugh to shatter him to pieces

he’s about to bow his head again but this time you put your hands on his cheeks, making you look up at him as he tries to compose himself

“we’ll work it out.”

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The Smell of Truth - II

Summary: After years being forced to fight in clandestine hybrid ring, Jungkook is now living in shelter, but life remains bad, the place is abusive, and nobody seems to want adopt him. Until one night a pro-hybrid activist group invades the shelter, and a woman in black smelling like truth promises that things will get better, and he decides to follow her wherever she goes.

Pairing: pitbull!Jungkook x human!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut maybe.

Words: 3291

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: N/A. Jungkook continues to be just a cute pie here ok dont touch me.

Chapter I - Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII

You have always been enchanted by hybrids. You grew up surrounded by them, they were friends and family. Literally. For exemple, your favorite uncle adopted your cousin, a cat hybrid, when you were five and she was three, he and his wife wanted a second child but could't have one biologically anymore, and you got a friend as a gift. You never saw your cous being treated diferently from her older sister, indeed they were equaly loved by the whole family. You two would run and play for hours together.

You learned some diferences between you and hybrids when living with your cousin in childhood. The first one was that you, unfortunately, don't have fluffy beautiful ears and tail like they do, more than once your mother needed to comfort you before going to sleep cuz you were crying, wanting to be cute too. The second was that you were always at a disadvantage in games like hide and seek and tag you it, but you still had fun. The third is that hybrids can't go to school like normal kids. Until a certain age you were home schooled, taking classes with a tutor, when you turned eleven things changed a little bit, and you started studying at an elite college. Your world expanded, you started to study more hours a day and met new people, new teachers, classmates, you made new friends that gradually showed you a cruel world that you didn't know. Most of your friends were also daughters of politicians and entrepreneurs, just like you, and just like you, they grew up surrounded by hybrids. But while they were family to you, to your classmates they were butlers, maids, pets. Soon you started to understand the injustice of it all, of why you were bullied when you talked about your cousin, why you didn't like to go to some friends' house where you would see them treating their hybrids coldly.

The last straw came when you were fourteen, more specifically your birthday. Until then you kept your friends from meeting your cousin, for fear that the situation would be strang, but it was you birthday, you wanted all your friends in your sleepover, including her. At the beginning of the night you were apprehensive, but your friends did nothing but find your cousin cute and be kind to her, so you relaxed. Everything was going well until one of her best friends decided that she liked your cousin so much that she was going to "ask her father to buy her".Your cousing didn't understand at the time, it was the first time that she was treated as something and not as a person. You were so angry that the party ended right there, most girls left, even though it was two-thirty in the morning. Days later you were expelled from school for getting involved in a fight and assaulting one of the girls who used the wrong word to define your family. You went back to school at home, with the best private tutors, and the world outside was no longer so beautiful. That's how you, already in college, joined a radical activist group for the sake of hybrids.

The concept of owning someone was disgusting for you, that's why you never adopted any hybrid, just fought to free them, in and out of law.That's why you don't recognizes yourself in the decision of getting Jungkook home. But here are you, driving your SUV with him sitting next to you in the passenger's seat. You want the best for each hybrid you have ever rescued, but never before have you been so involved that you are directly responsible for one as you are now doing with him.

Jungkook have followed you to your car, where you gave him a oversized hoodie of yours to wear - the nigth got cold - and snacks that you had prepared for your trip back home. He was really entertained comparing flavors of three diferent chips, that he didn't even noticed when your black outlaw clothes are gone, replaced by a summer dress in a cardigan. Well, he couldn't remember the last time he had a chance to eat chips, it was probably when he was a kid, and there weren't that many flavors. Of couse, he was refraining from asking you too many questions, that were filling your head like: How is house? Will it be long before we arrive? Do you live with someone else? Do you have other hybrids? Do you do these jobs every night? ... But he kept silent, like a good boy.You said the drive to your city would take about two hours, that he could sleep, but he wanted to keep awake and looking out the window at the landscape, the trees he had never seen so many together and other cars, once in a while passing by with their lights on. It would be beautiful during the day too, he thought. The music playing softly on the radio is also cool.

"Ok." You brake the silence. "We have sometime before we get home, we can talk and get to know each other until then."

Jungkook took a sip of his soda before answering.

"To know each other?"

"Yeah. Like a game where we tell things about ourselves and ask each other something..."

"Got it. How do I win this game?" Jungkook got excited.

"It wasn't supposed to be a competition." You laughed, and then got thoughtful. "If you make a question you got one point. If you tell a fact about yourself without being asked you got two points..."

"Whoever has the most points wins. Ok." Jungkook softly clapped his hands with a happy soud coming from his mouth, the gesture doesn't go unnoticed by you. You showd him where to find paper and pen in the glove compartment for him to write down the points. In one side of the page he writed your initials and in the other, his - JK.

"I go first. Hummm... My full name is Y/N Y/L/N and I'm twenty-three. And you, what' is your age?"

"Woaaaa, Y/N! You already have five points, you are good at it." Jungkook excitedly wrote down your points, already thinking about what to say. "I'm twenty-two, but not for long, my birthday is in september. I'm a virgo. What's your sign?"

"Y/S." You responds. "You are into zodiac?"

"Not exactly. But it was a fact about me." Jungkook smile to you making you look away from the road for a moment longer than insurance so you can look at the dimples under his eyes. "Among these three chip flavors, which is your favorite?" "Both cheddar and bacon, I can't choose between them" You answered without hesitation. "Actually I love cheddar and bacon in any context. Did you decided wich one you like the most?"

Jungkook thoughtfully compared the chip packs.

"Nope. I like them all together. I like sweets more. Do you live with someone else?" Jungkook took the courage to ask something that was really on his mind.

"No, is just me in my apartament. But theres always a friend or relative visiting me, almost everyday. "

Jungkook he felt a confusion of feelings, he did not know if he should be happy or disappointed that you lived alone, and as a result, that he will live only with you. It would be nice if you live with siblings or your parents if they are good like you, but at same time if they are bad he prefers to be with just you.

"How is your family?" He asked before you could make your next question.

"They are great." You said, your tone of voice and eyes ligthing up with affection. "I'm single child, but my family is quite big. We are all focused on progressive thinking of liberating hybrids. That's why I'm part of activist groups ... Of course, only I do this more clandestine work, and my mother doesn't even know. She would be crazy worry. You will like them I think. I have like six cousins, two girls and four guys... Oh my God, they will tease me so much for bringing a boy to live with me..."

Clearly your family is a trigger for you to talk non-stop. Jungkook concluded that your family must be really cool, for you to like them so much, making him wanting to know them too. It got him a little nervous. What would them think about him? Your talking makes your family look amazing, while he’s no big deal. Worse than being uninteresting is not being liked, and there are really bad things about him ... More bad than good things actually. Your family not liking him is scary, and thinking that you might know about his bad past and not liking him any longer suddenly made him anxious.

You were bragging about your great-aunt's cooking skills when noticed Jungkook got too quiet.

"You are ok, Jungkook?"

He looked at you awkwardly, eyes round like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Yes."

"Sorry I talked too much." You let a weak laugh out, feeling embarrassed. "Is your turn now. Go ahead."

Jungkook looked through the window, avoiding looking to you.

"I don't know what else I have to say... You already won anyway." He showed you the score, your inicials with no space left to write down points.

"Oh I bet you have a lot of things to say."

"Not good things." Jungkook dared to say, already regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth.Your voice softned.

"You don't need to tell me anything you are not ready to tell. Even if you're never ready. But I know that you are a person, and people are made up of many things, not just bad things." A moment of silence followed, you thinking about the next thing to say. "If you don't want to talk about past things... Lets talk about the future. What do you want to have for lunch tomorrow?"

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At some point Jungkook finally fell asleep. You drove an entire hour alone, slowly sipping an energy drink, his soft snores beside you not letting you forget about his presence. Everything you want is to sleep too, your eyes heavy, your body numb. You were thinking of it an how you would be in your bed about time, in your fluffy pijamas and warm socks, when blue and red lights appeared in your rear view mirror.

You pulled over and waited to the cop to come closer to lower the window

."Good nigth, officer."

You greeted in a low voice.The man just nodded writing down your license plate.

"Do you know why I made you pull over?" He said, louder than you.

"No, sir." You calmly answered, shrugging. "I was not above the speed limit and my tail lights are ok."

He made an approving sound.

"Papers please."

You turned on the light and reached out to get your documents from the glove compartment, making Jungkook open his sleepy eyes with a groan.

"Y/N?" He called with a pout. The ultimate pout."Shhh. Keep sleeping, babe. We didn't arrived yet."

He obeyed immediately, leaning his head on the window, and you can tell he didn't really wake up in the first place. He was with his cap and hoodie on, so the cop couldn't see his ears and know he is a hybrid. And theis way is better, you thought.

"Your boyfriend?" The cop asked while analyzing your driver's license.Time to improvise with your acting skills.

"Kind of." You timidly put a lock of hair behind your ear.He scanned the trash in the car."Any alcohol?"

"No, sir. Just energy drink and soda." You smiled.

He did the breathalyzer test on you anyway.

Since it didn't point to guilty results, you were released to continue your journey.

You took a deep breath, glad he didn't asked to inspect the car, he would surely find something that would link you to the terrorist act against the shelter, as the newspapers would for sure report the next day.

The good part is that forging Jungkook's adoption document in your name with a date prior to the rescue will be super easy, as the shelter's records blew up in the explosion. That thought made you relax and start driving normally. ________________________________________________________________

"Jungkook. Jungkook wake up." You shook his shoulder, his sleep too heavy. His head fell forward, making him jump in his spot, blinking heavily, the ultimate pout making another appearance. "We arrived, Jungkook."

Jungkook slowly regained consciousness, seeing you standing outside the car, beside him, holding the door open for him to get out.

"We're at home?." His face got bright.

"Yeah. Come."

It was a courtyard at the back of a small old building, it was still early in the morning, the sky was still dark and no one in town was awake. You turned on the car alarm, and guided a still sleepy but very attentive to the details of the new place, Jungkook, to the back door of the building, taking the bunch of keys out of his pocket - of your hoodie that he was wearing. He liked the proximity, the soud of the keys and the smell of the place. Actually the smell was pretty amazing, specially when you opened the door and everything inside got your smell, and others good things.

You noticed his nose working in the air and laughed.

"Is a flower shop. Do you like it?" You asked.

Something made sense to Jungkook, it's not that the place smelled like you, you smelled like flowers because of the place.

"Yeah. Is pretty good." He said still sniffing the air.

"On the first floor we have the shop, on the second the shop office and a photo studio that I rent to a friend... And on the third and fourth is our home." You tell him as you go up the stairs, he following you closely. "Early on, both the store and the office are open, but this should not be a problem if you want to sleep till late."

"Ok."

You two whispered up to the third floor, a small corridor with two doors on one side and windows on the other. You stepped forward to the first door, the entrance to the living room and struggled to fide the rigth key in the dark.

Jungkook noticed a faint light coming from under the door and a murmur inside. There was someone in there. He got alert and slightly apprehensive.

You finally oppened the door and got inside, dropping your heavy bag on the floor, the keys in the corner table, kicking off your boots. Jungkook got inside with short steps, looking around cautiously, looking for the person who would ambush you both. The light was the TV... He smelled a cat.

"Y/n?" A sweet and sleepy voice reached your ears, a little form lifted on the couch. A sniffing soud and the sweet voice got hostile. "Who is this?"

"Yeri, you are here." You smiled, not really caring for the mood changing of her. Jungkook stepped behind you a little. "This is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Yeri, my cousin."

"Hi." Jungkook tryied.

"What's he doing here? You never brought anyone home ..."

And by anyone she meant hybrids, and Jungkook knows it. He couldn't see her face in the dark, just her luminous cat eyes with vertical pupils, the dominant presence of those who had their territory invaded radiating from her.

"There is always a first time I guess." You say, still ignoring the awkward atmosphere, taking off your cardigan and hanging it on the rack behind the front door. "Are you in the guest room?"

Yeri got up and turned off the TV.

"No. I'm sleeping with you."Clearly she didn't trust Jungkook yet. If you bet, she was ready to sleep in the guest room, but now she decided to sleep with you to protect you from the stranger.

"Ok." You said.

"Ok." She said.

She turned on the light in the corridor, taking a few steps to the top floor, with bare feet and cute pijamas, and then stopped looking at Jungkook. Now he could see her face. The scariest cat he has ever seen. "Welcome to the family." And than she disappeared up the stairs.

Jungkook gulped, not sure what to think about it.

"She liked you." You told him, putting a hand in the small of his back.

"How do you know?" He asked you with round eyes.

"She didn't say she disliked you." You smiled. "Yeri is pretty honest about her feelings."

You took him to a room in the hall, with a messy cat-smelling bed in the middle, an empty desk and an armchair close to the window, and an empty closet. Beside the bed on the floor was an open handbag , with women's clothing showing up.

"She said she wasn't going to sleep here..." Jungkook pointed.

"Yeah, she lied about it. She wouldn't let me put you to sleep on the couch, though..." You went down the hall and came back with another blanket. "Aaaand, this will be your room. You'd better get used to it."

You fixed the sheets and changed the blanket and pillowcases, probably to help with the cat smell, odorless bedding help to make the bed more of him.

"That's what I can offer you for now, after all I wasan't expecting to adopt you. We can fix it later." You tiredly said, picking Yeri's bag from the floor.

"Ah... Don't worry.". Jungkook wanted to say he was already happy with what he got, that being adopted in firts place was more than he expected, that he was greatfull of your caring so far. But he couldn't find the words to put in on.

"Good, bucause I'm dead tired... I need to sleep, and you do too." You gave him a pat in his back, and went to the door. "If you need it, theres a bathroom in the end of the corridor. Good night." And than you closed the door behind you.

Jungkook waited for the sound your staps desapeard to start moving and breathing again. He was in his room! He ran to the window and opened the curtains a little to see outside, it seemed to be a main street in a small town, but Jungkook had never stepped in a small town before to have reference. He tryied the armchair and conclued it was confortable enouth to take a nap on it. The closet was big enough for him to fit in - he tested it - another possible place for good naps. With leaps of joy he imagined all the things he could kept there, the clothes and shoes he didn't have yet but dream of having. Fantasizing about when you were going to take him to shopping, he put the hat on one of the top shelves and closed the double doors carefully, to make any noise. And then threw himself on the bed, scenting the sheets, sighing contentedly. He took off his shoes and placed beside the bad, his wallet in the nigthstand - open like a picture frame, showing the photo of two hybrid little boys embracing and smiling - , and the suffed bunny lying next to him with it's own pillow.

All in this room felt so real to him, as much as your smell. If you said it will be his room so it's true, because se believe in you, and he is so happy.With the thought of a bright future with you Jungkook finally fell asleep again.

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Rantaro, Shuichi and Kokichi with a s/o that claims to be an edgelord and not scared of any thing yet they’re

Flipping scared of monsters, can’t watch horror movies without getting scared and screaming- also if there was a spider they’d cry and cling onto them XD

When I tell you this kinda sounds like me- I've never been able to watch a horror movie straightforward. If I "watch" a horror movie, it's because I'm watching it some other way like a reaction or a kill count. And I hate spiders. They're beneficial, yeah, but there is no reason for anything to have that many legs and that many eyes.. Anyways, Rantaro's lingers a little longer than the other two and the whole edgy thing probably isn't too well implemented, but I hope that's ok. Thanks for requesting anon! Stay safe, kith 💕

~Mod Tenko~

Rantaro, Shuichi, and Kokichi with an "edgelord" s/o

Rantaro Amami

You always claimed that you were this massive edgelord, that your heart was cold and dead

Well except for your boyfriend Rantaro

Rantaro usually goes along with your edginess and just let's you do your thing

You always bragged about how emotionless you were

But if Rantaro's with you when you say that, he'll kiss you on the forehead or your cheek just to watch your face flare up

You're like a tsundere, but you have edgy reasons for denying affection

When you two do dates you tend to stay inside because you say you prefer it

Rantaro's fine with it, but he does at least suggest a walk in the local park every now and then

One night he suggests a horror movie since Halloween was approaching

He can visibly see your expression change

You quickly go back to normal though and agree, but not without a waver in your voice

"Y-yeah, I suppose. This crap won't even phase me."

You two get situated on the couch with plenty of blankets and snacks and Rantaro puts on a sub-par scary movie after taking note of your expression

As soon as the movie starts building up suspense for a jump scare, you begin slightly trembling and clinging onto your avocado boyfriend

He just holds you and waits to see what happens, although hes fully prepared to shut the movie off if you say it's too much for you

Suddenly a monster pops up and,

"AHHHH!!"

Your scream was so genuine that it scared him and he paused the movie

"Babe, you alright? Didn't expect to ever hear you scream like that.."

You're trembling with fear and trying to play it off

He turns the movie off and turns a romcom on, embracing you in his arms as he comforts you

After that you two never watched horror movies again

But Rantaro still learned that you weren't as edgy as you claimed

Though he obviously already knew that

One day you two are coming home from a movie

Yknow, classic date

Well you come home to a small spider on your front door

Not only are you arachnophobic, you almost touched said doorknob spider

You

Freak

You're screaming and crying and cling to your boyfriend who is too stunned to do anything for a second

"S/o, it's a tiny spider, calm down."

Your response is more screaming and crying

You literally start hiccupping and doing those little wavered breath things

You're having a whole meltdown

Rantaro has to pick you up and take you inside after carefully removing the doorknob spider

Your 'edgy makeup' is destroyed and you're still crying and mumbling about the doorknob spider, trailing off sometimes to talk about how much you hate spiders in general

You're sitting on the couch going through the five stages of grief as Rantaro covers you in blankets and orders Taco Bell

He comforts you and you two watch Up and eat Taco Bell for the night, falling asleep on the couch

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi never really said much about your edgeiness since he acknowledges he's like a toned down egdelord

But he definitely realized you weren't that much of an edge lord either

You and Shuichi like to shuffle up your movies and choose one

One day you pick out a popular horror movie

You freeze at the sight but manage to slowly play the movie

Shuichi is very attentive and noticed you were uncomfortable ever since you pulled the movie

He's already seen the movie with Rantaro and Kokichi, so he knows a jump scare is coming up

And he can feel you trembling from the build-up

He pauses it right before the jump scare and you let out a shakey breath

Still attempting to be edgy, you turn to him and let out a large sigh

"Why'd you turn it off? It was just getting to a great death!"

Shuichi looks at you and silently applauds you for still managing to keep the act up

Although he can still tell you're glad

He makes a mental note of your fear and pulls all the horror movies from your little movie raffle

And even though you're pretty good at keeping up your resolve, he's beginning to not take you as seriously

Shuichi's watching a documentary on a certain spider that could possibly be related to a case he's looking into

You walk in looking for a snack

Unfortunately your eyes focus on the TV screen

Shrieking

Shuichi was honestly half asleep, but now he's fully awake

Shuichi rushes up to you- now on the floor- in a panic

"WEH- S/O ARE YOU OK, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

You just sit there in the fetal position and mumble about your fear of spiders

Shuichi's confused at first but he sits down next to you and just runs his hand along your back and gives you words of encouragement like

Dont worry it's only on a screen, It can't hurt you, etc.

He makes sure to keep those fears away from you as much as he possibly can

Kokichi Oma

Kokichi finds your edginess hilarious

He actively makes light fun of you for it

Although if he actually hurts you he'll stop and be upset with himself

Kokichi isn't that big a fan of horror movies either, but he's good at hiding his emotions so he'll watch them with people

But he doesn't know that you're easily spooked

And he wants to know

For.. future reference

Pranks

He plans a surprise date with you and

Surprise!

Horror movie

You stiffen up at the sight, but quickly scoff at the choice and sit down with your little gremlin boyfriend

You hear him giggle to himself as the movie starts

You figure that he's already got you figured out, but you're stubborn so you still act all tough and emo

"Kichi this movie isn't even scaRY-"

As you claim your fearlessness, a jump scare pops up and you scream,

Very loud

So loud that even Kokichi gets startled

He pauses the movie and starts cackling

He's literally turning red

You have to make sure he's breathing a few times

He will never forget this and find this information very intriguing

After the event that you now call 'The Horror Movie Incident', Kokichi wonders if you have anymore common fears

He thinks up some common fears and wonders about spiders

Because spiders are fun to work with

So he gets a pretty big spider and runs up to you while you're working at your desk to show you

"Look s/o! Look, look! Isn't it cool?!"

"What is it Ki-"

Another very large scream

You fall out of your chair and just lay there and cry while telling him to get it away

Kokichi freaks out and puts the spider on your desk while he checks on you

"S/o, are you okay? Crap I'm sorry I-"

He's genuinely upset with himself and he helps you up

He makes sure to keep you from looking at your desk

He takes you to your room and sits you on the bed and apologizes to you

You take a second to catch your breath and wipe your tears

You pout and express that you're upset, but you can't stay too mad at your little gremlin

Although Kokichi is still very upset with himself, he accepts the offer you give for cuddles since it's rare cause you're usually 'too edgy for cuddles'

Yeah right

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useful-wasting-of-ink · 4 years

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Life Before Death

Part 2 - Alex

Find “Part 1 - Reggie” Here

Find “Part 3 - Luke” Here

“The last two years of Luke, Reggie, and Alex's life as told through their trauma and their support of one another.”

TRIGGER WARNING: homophobia, attempted suicide reference, anxiety, let me know if anything else needs to be mentioned.

If you asked them why they were so close you would hear about how Alex has their favorite foods and drinks memorized and how he brings them hot chocolate on cold days. You would hear about how Luke would sit with Reggie after school every day for weeks to help him with schoolwork even though he hates homework, Reggie needed him. You would hear about how Reggie knew Alex’s favorite book, and they’d sit together for hours and talk about their favorite things.

If you asked them why they were so close you wouldn’t hear about how Luke would sit up all night with Reggie when he was too scared to sleep. You wouldn’t hear about how they sat outside Alex’s house the night before the first day of high school because he couldn’t stop panicking. You wouldn’t hear about how Reggie saved Luke’s life and neither Alex nor Reggie slept that night.

The boys were close, but they would never admit just how close they were.

Alex came out as gay later that year. Luke was the first person he told, and then Reggie, and then his parents. Both Luke and Reggie were standing behind him when he told his parents. Both Luke and Reggie held him when he cried.

Alex’s little sister didn’t understand why her big brother was crying, she didn’t understand why her parents were so upset.

She was 8, born eight years after Alex, and the absolute light of his life. He talked about her constantly, bragging about how amazing and smart his little sister was. He’d walk her to and from school every day he could, and even at 8, she’d crawl into his bed with him when she had a nightmare.

Alex loved his sister and admitting to her that their parents were mad because he liked boys was one of the hardest things he did. He knew she didn’t completely understand the situation, but one of the best moments of his life was when his sister hugged him and told him, “I like boys too! Well… Not really, they’re kind of gross… and Jason is pretty mean sometimes… But Mason gave me this cool pencil, so I guess he’s okay.”

Alex gave her another hug, “Thanks, kid.”

After his sister had left the room, Alex’s breathing began to fall short again. He’d wiped his eyes dry when she knocked on the door, but as soon as she was gone he broke.

Reggie was sitting at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall. Luke had taken the spot next to Alex, who had curled himself up into a ball.

“It was stupid to think that they would think it was okay,” he mumbled into his arms, “it was foolish to think that it was a good idea to come out at all…”

“I think it’s foolish that they care who you like at all, who cares if you like dudes! You could like aliens from space for all I care!” Luke rubbed circles into Alex’s back, “I’m sorry they took it so badly… But you always have us, right Reg?”

Reggie looked up from the loose string he had been messing with on the bed, “Of course, you were there for me! I wouldn’t abandon you to save the world!”

Alex looked up at them, giving a small smile, “thanks, guys.”

The three spent the night at Luke’s house. Alex had decided that he was going to give his parents a day or two to calm down, and Luke’s parents were always welcoming of his friends. Reggie had spent countless nights sleeping on Luke’s bed, as had Alex.

Before Reggie began letting them come over to his house, the three would alternate between spending time at Alex’s house and Luke’s house. Because of Maddie, Alex’s sister, they would usually end up at Luke’s.

The three had been sleeping at each other's houses since they were ten, it no longer mattered to any of them where they slept, or if they were literally lying on top of one another. All that mattered was that everyone was comfortable. And everyone was.

If you were to ask them why they all slept in the same bed, they’d all tell you the same thing: “It’s easier than trying to figure out where we’re all gonna sleep.” But the truth is that Reggie doesn’t have nightmares when they’re all together, and when he does, he’s immediately in a place where he feels safe. The truth is that Alex doesn’t wake up and feel wrong for being who he is, but when he does he knows that his two best friends are both at his side if he needs them. The truth is that Luke wakes up actually happy to be alive when they’re together, but when he doesn’t his two best friends are immediately there to give him a hug. The truth is that they need each other.

The three of them are more comfortable when they’re together, so that’s where they stay.

“Luke, if you don’t quit stealing the entire blanket, I’m going to push you off your own bed,” Alex warned quietly, trying not to wake Reggie.

Reggie had trouble sleeping, so it was important to both of them that no matter what happens, Reggie does not get woken up. If one of them did wake him up, they would have to put a dollar into a jar, which went to helping pay for stuff for the band. Reggie had to put a dollar in the jar every time he made a self depreciative comment. The system worked.

Luke rolled over just enough to flip Alex off before pulling the blankets tighter around himself. It was late, and it was cold. There were more blankets on the bed, Reggie had one wrapped tightly around him (though it was thin and not very warm) and the bedsheet was covering all three of them, but Alex was ready to strangle his best friend if he didn’t relinquish custody of the heavy blanket soon.

“Luke, I swear to god, you are the absolute worst person to share a bed with…”

Reggie rolled over in his sleep towards Alex, he tended to wake up in one of their arms whenever they spent the night together, just because he seeks out comfort and heat, which his friends provide. No one ever commented on it, it was just a thing. All three of them would cuddle, especially when it was cold or if one of them was feeling sad.

“I’ll share the blanket if you promise in the morning you’re not gonna wake me up just so you can make me eat breakfast.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “whatever, Luke, just give us the blanket.”

When Emily came in the next morning to wake the boys up, the three looked so comfortable and happy. She just smiled and shut the door again. It was Saturday, they didn’t have to be up anyway.

Alex was the first of them to wake up, but he stayed laying there for another fifteen minutes not wanting to disturb the other two boys.

Alex had a lot of trouble processing his feelings, he knew what he felt, but he didn’t understand it a lot of the time.

When they were about to perform, he knew he was excited, but the feeling of absolute terror in his gut told him to run. The first time they were on stage, he almost did run. The only reason he didn’t was because he saw how excited Luke and Reggie looked, he knew if he ran it would ruin their night.

Every time they go on stage, he remembers how he felt that night, and always thanks his past self for not running, for getting behind his drums and letting himself play in front of the crowd. He tries to tell himself that he’s done it a million times before, and they’d rehearsed for hours and that he won't mess up, but that anxiety lingers until the moment he gets on stage, until the moment the song starts. And as soon as it does, he lets himself disappear into the music.

You can’t put logic behind anxiety, you can try, but it won’t work the way you want it to.

Alex laid in bed, trying to make sense of how he felt. He had just come out to his parents, which was a big step, but now what? He could tell his crush that he likes him? But what if his crush thinks that's gross? He wasn’t going to take that chance. So he laid there.

Reggie was the next to wake up, almost falling out of the bed in the process. Alex caught his arm just before he fell.

“You know, the bed is big enough, you don’t have to sleep at the very edge,” Alex told him, helping him untangle the blanket that had made him fall.

“Or I could stay on the edge of the bed and continue to get tangled in the blankets all night? I like my way better,” Reggie replied sarcastically.

Alex laughed softly, rolling his eyes, “Whatever, Reg…”

“If you two don’t shut your damn mouths I’m kicking you onto the street.” Luke was finally awake, though from his voice his friends could tell that he was not happy about it.

Reggie threw his pillow at him, “It’s time to wake up! The new day awaits! Let's go, sunshine!” He got up and pulled Alex with him, “It’s a new day and it’s cold so let's go get hot chocolate!”

Luke groaned, pulling his pillow over his face and covering his ears.

“Nope! It’s hot chocolate time!” Reggie pulled the pillow out of Luke’s grasp, while Alex took the time to rip the blankets off the bed.

“I’m not paying…” Luke finally said as he got out of bed.

Alex tried not to stare at his bare chest, he failed.

Reggie tried to hide his staring at both of them, he did not fail.

Alex walked behind his friends, thinking. He didn’t know what to do with his feelings, he didn’t understand his feelings in all honesty. He saw Luke walking with his arm around Reggie, they were laughing about something but he wasn’t entirely sure what. He hadn’t been paying attention.

Alex had his hands stuffed in his pockets, it was chilly, and his hoodie was only so warm. Reggie had his leather jacket over his flannel, and Luke was wearing one of his long jackets that Alex always told him looked stupid but he never listened. Alex actually thought it was kind of cute.

Reggie turned to look at him, giving him a small smile before turning back around so he didn’t trip. Every time he saw one of them smile his heart would flutter, but how was he to know if that was normal? He didn’t have that many friends, he’d never been the popular one. Luke had always been the popular one, Reggie had always been loved by everyone, Alex was just there to be there. That was how he felt at least.

When he helped Reggie study before a test, helping him figure out how to make reading easier, that made him happy. When Luke came to him with song ideas, and they figured out the melody together, that made him happy. Being with them made him happy. But that was wrong, and nothing would ever come of those feelings, they were his friends, and he was not about to risk their friendship just because of some silly crush.

“Dude, get your butt over here, quit being so slow,” Luke had turned around and was walking backward, outstretching his hand to Alex.

Alex laughed, grateful to be pulled from the thoughts running through his mind. He grabbed Luke’s hand, letting him pull him closer as he turned back around. Luke’s arm was now around his shoulders along with Reggie’s. That's usually how Luke walked, always touching one of them in some way.

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[Finally had an idea for another one. Cheesy and cliche at the end but you know what, I’m weak for them, alright. All I can say is it’s about damn time.]

Vegeta touched down just outside the area the Gerudo set aside in the middle of the desert for their festival. When Nabooru had extended the invitation to him and promised plenty of sparring, food, and drink, the chosen location confused him as he figured they had plenty of room to hold it in their community’s square. However, once he took flight, he understood; he could see the flames of a sizable bonfire stretching toward the stars from his home miles away.

The scent of food wafted on the light breeze toward him and made his stomach rumble. He could hear music, chatter, and laughter coming from the flame-illuminated figures milling and dancing around the area, as well as the distinct sounds of battle in the distance. Ki flared in a multicolored spectrum against the black sky, clashing together with planet-quaking force.

He had doubted Nabooru’s description of their festival, assuming she exaggerated or supplied him with a palatable description to lure him there. Yet another knee-jerk expectation due to his past dealings with others, even though she had yet to lead him astray in such an underhanded manner just to get him to attend some function or another.

No sooner had he stepped into the halo of firelight was he accosted by three Gerudo in their upper teens if not barely out of them. The triplets. Nabooru had mentioned them and he had spotted them once or twice at her tournament helping out with this or that. Though children when they migrated to Earth, she said they had been the best in the tribe with a bow, and their deadly accuracy followed into their ki training.

"I told you he'd come," one of them bragged, hands on her hips. "I bet he wanted to see how strong the rest of us are since only Nabooru, Valis, and Avira got to enter the Warrior Games."

"Or he really does have a thing for Nabooru," the middle one chimed in, ogling him with that slack smile and gleam in her eyes of a hopeless romantic. "Everyone can see they--"

Vegeta felt his cheeks burn, and a growl rumbled in his throat, impatience beginning to get the better of him. "How about the two of you stop blathering on like he's not standing right there?" The third shot her sisters a glare, obviously noticing the Saiyan's agitation. "Sorry about them."

"At least one of you isn't hopeless," he said, folding his arms. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. What do you want? Make it quick before that changes."

"We were hoping you would spar with us," the third answered. Vadya, maybe. That or Nadya or Zadya. This was the first time he had met them for more than a passing moment; he was surprised he remembered their names even if he couldn't attach them to the proper Gerudo. "As the eldest, I was thinking I could go first but--"

"No way, Vadya! I beat you earlier fair and square! I'm going first!"

The fire in the two sisters' eyes when they squared off to face each other, their obstinate expressions, Vadya opening her mouth to prepare another retort...Vegeta could see the annoying route this conversation was headed. He was not about to listen to a trio of Gerudo siblings bicker over who got the honor of fighting him first.

"All three of you. At once." Three pairs of yellow eyes snapped to him, mild surprise etched in their expression. "Nabooru says you fight best together. I don't need you wasting my time three times over."

They exchanged glances and slow smiles lit their features one by one. The first pumped her fists in the air and whooped, feet leaving the sand to levitate a foot above it. "I knew you were cool! Vadya, Nadya, let's go!" The other two joined their sister. "Catch us if you can!"

The prince watched them take off into the night, a triad of white-pink auras darting toward a space between the other battling Gerudo. He waited a few seconds more before speeding off after them.

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Nabooru returned to the festival with a grin on her painted lips, basking in her victory over Avira, whom she left to lick her wounds before she, too, would rejoin the festivities. No sooner had Valis read off the last name of the Gerudo who had fallen when Hyrule ambushed them, the Soldier's Bane had challenged her to a spar, wasting no time. Nabooru was simply grateful this and other requests were made for the betterment of their skills rather than to unseat her as leader of the Gerudo and question her ability to lead them. She could enjoy them far better without the weight of either hers or her fellow Gerudo's impending death hanging over her. And Avira's own skill and growth always impressed the former leader...she just typically kept it to herself to keep it from going to the other's head.

Aveil found her and shoved a drink in her hand. "Welcome back. That was longer than expected."

"I fought on her level longer than usual. You know, let her think she had me beat a few times, enjoyed the work out." She took a sip of the citrus cocktail, it's strength hidden behind the sweet flavor and sunny coloration. "She wasn't quite as mad about me toying with her. Had she been drinking while Valis recited?"

Aveil snorted. "Couldn't say. I was nodding off."

"Disrespectful."

"I spent all day setting this up. You do that and try to stay awake while someone reads a bunch of names.” Aveil took a generous gulp of her own drinks. “Some of us didn’t spend the better part of the day cavorting with our boyfriend.”

Nabooru rolled her eyes. Her former second in command had always teased her about her arrangement with the Saiyan prince since their sparring began. While it used to be once in a while, she had dug her heels in on the insistence on their relationship status. “I was training with Vegeta who isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Mm, you know I won’t argue with you. The guy lived with you and you didn’t even make a move. Have you even kissed him? Held his hand? Touched knees sitting next to him?”

“Ever think that I don’t want to do any of those things?”

“No, because you’re the one that lies to herself. Everyone knows you at least want to sleep with him. And you should just do it because it will do you both a world of good.”

Nabooru drained her drink and circled around Aveil for another. She snatched it off the table and took a sip. If she knew Aveil was going to grill her all night, she would have chugged down several drinks instead of sparring with Avira. “Okay, say you were right about me. Whose to say he wants to sleep with me?”

“Seriously?” Aveil laughed and bent over double. When she stood again, she wiped fake tears from her eyes. “I can maybe believe that you don’t but I’ve never seen anyone check you out as much as he does. I can’t count how many times I’ve caught him staring at your chest.”

“That’s because they’re at eye level for him and...you know what? I’m done with this conversation,” huffed Nabooru, considering challenging Aveil to a spar just to get some semblance of revenge. She turned her attention to the distance, pinpointing Vegeta’s energy among the triplets’. “He would take on all three of them.”

“They bombarded him as soon as he got here. I’m surprised he agreed since they’re not you. Guess they wanted a chance before he spotted you and you both disappeared somewhere.” Aveil grinned in the face of Nabooru’s withering glance. The three energies in question lowered to near nothing before heading back toward the festival.

The triplets veered off toward another group of Gerudo that included Zana she noted with some humor and Vegeta landed in front of the pair of them. Aveil greeted him with a waggle of her fingers. “Hey, Vegeta. We were just talking about you.” She patted Nabooru’s shoulder with her free hand and winked. “I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

Nabooru watched her leave, glad she spared them both any more of her perverted goading. “How was your spar with the triplets?” Grabbing a bottle of liquor, she poured it into the glass and handed it over, knowing the sweet cocktails wouldn’t suit his tastes. “I’m a little disappointed they couldn’t even get you to break a sweat.”

“It was a decent warm up.” He took the drink from her and used the moment to observe the change in her clothing choice. Like the others, she swapped out the Earth style of clothing she typically donned for her people’s traditional wear. The same outfit she wore to her tournament only this time fully adorned with the jewelry he noticed she had paired with it on the mannequin in her closet. Overly showy, but he could not deny the regal effect the outfit offered her. He had opted on the simple dark blue outfit he had also worn at her tournament, but he idly wondered if he should have gone with his armor instead. “Who got you to break one? Avira?”

“Only because I wanted it to last longer than a few minutes.” She headed toward the outskirts of the boundary the rest of the Gerudo had set around the bonfire at the center, knowing Vegeta would follow. Selecting a spot still within range of the fire’s heat, she sat down, one knee bent toward the sky.

He took a seat next to her. "I guess we're both guilty of toying with our opponents tonight." For good reason; he wanted to see what his opponents could do rather than thrash them immediately as he could have. He watched as a group of Gerudo struck up a dance of sorts. Another pair sparred without ki or weapons. He found Aveil chatting with the triplets as Zana checked their injuries, minor as they were. "Is there a special reason for all this?"

"Hm?" She had zoned out in the silence, a sideways glance locked on the male beside her. The sharp angles and lines that formed his face, the calm that worked its way into his constant resting scowl. The way the fire’s light and shadow played over it. The musculature of his bare arms and toned legs, still apparent in his usual skin tight pants. Damn Aveil putting thoughts in her head…

"You mean the festival?" Nabooru chuckled. "Guess it depends who you ask at this point. We try to hold this one at least once a year to honor those that fell back on Hyrule and celebrate their lives. Someone more religious like Valis would tell you it was also to honor our goddesses. Then Aveil would tell you it's just an excuse to drink, dance, and fight." She conveniently left off the additional answer her former second would give; her mind was already out to betray her.

"If all your festivals are this way, the fighting already makes them better than what Earthlings define as a party, a real reason for it or not." He lifted the glass to his lips and took a swig. "From what I remember, what few celebrations we were still allowed when I was a child were similar. Nappa said they were toned down because Frieza found them barbaric, so they compromised with the ones the bastard didn't completely outlaw."

"Sounds like Frieza didn't know how to have fun. But I'm sure he had decided everything Saiyans did was barbaric. At least from what you've told me." She leaned back on one arm. "Hyrule was about the same. They didn't like that we worshipped differently, that our entire culture was different than theirs. They probably feared our potential influence, especially on their women, but they couldn't do much about it besides hiss and bemoan our sinful and 'backwards' ways."

Vegeta grunted. "You wouldn't be wrong. He didn't even like Saiyans letting their tails loose." He remembered the teachings from his childhood, the warnings to always keep it tucked tightly around one's waist. They framed it as protecting the typically sensitive appendage from opponents, since if pulled or squeezed hard enough, it could paralyze a soldier. A fair enough explanation. But by the time his tutors taught him this particularly strange rule of decorum, only fools didn't train their tails to not be a weakness for them. His mother had been the one to tell him the truth of the matter before a visit from Frieza to the palace. He remembered her warnings about being on his best behavior and making doubly sure his tail remained around his waist. The young prince had belligerently asked her why, the effort of maintaining it in one place and the mental discipline it took at that age an annoyance, astutely pointing out that he wouldn't be fighting and his tail posed no threat to him. She had responded bluntly: it offended our overlord to see them freed. He preferred them tucked away and passing for a fuzzy belt.

He relayed this story to Nabooru. "Of course, I had to test her warning. While my father, Nappa, and Frieza were discussing the most recent successes and failures of the army, I used my tail to grab a fruit from the bowl on the table and ate it." He chuckled. "Frieza stopped mid sentence and cleared his throat, nodding toward me. The disgusted look on his face was priceless and worth the lecture afterward.”

“Who knew little baby Vegeta was such a rebel,” said Nabooru, laughing.

The hint of a smirk curled his lips. “It was reckless. Frieza killed for less and he didn’t discriminate based on age. But it sounded so ridiculous to me I had to know for sure.”

“Either way, I like it. Sounds like something I would have done as a kid. Maybe even now.” She stretched her other leg out to join the other. “That’s the first time you’ve really talked about your mother, though. Do you remember her?”

“Bits and pieces of memories like that one.” He swirled the alcohol in his glass. "She served as a general in the army with Nappa before she married my father. From what I understand, she maintained those duties while serving as queen. Demanded it because she refused to be just a figurehead, according to Nappa. She even refused my father's proposal unless he bested her in combat. I remember watching her fight on a few occasions--spectacularly I might add--and she oversaw a few of my training sessions when she could. She taught me about our history and legends, and the beginnings of war strategy."

"She sounds incredible," Nabooru mused, silently wishing she could have met her. She sounded like the kind of woman and warrior she would respect and look up to, followed by the juvenile, guilty wish that her mother had been similar. A consideration she despised herself for now more than ever.

“You’ve never talked about your mother, either. Or your father.”

Nabooru could feel Vegeta watching her, but she avoided his gaze to hide her remorse, her sadness. Her thumb traced patterns in the condensation of her glass. “I never knew my father. All I know is he was a merchant, possibly from another country. I’m ashamed to say I wasn’t so proud of my mother for a long time for mostly petty reasons,” she said at last. “She was the tribe’s master seamstress and incredibly talented in her craft. Lanu was actually her apprentice. She raised me the first few years of my life until I was old enough to begin my training and education. She was still a part of my life, but my people took a more ‘it takes a village’ approach to child rearing. For too long, I wished that some other Gerudo was my mother, a warrior like I wanted to be. She could fight, of course, combat training was required of all Gerudo, but she had chosen a different path when she was allowed. It didn’t help that we didn’t see eye to eye on my decisions in life: the dangers of being a warrior in our army, the stress of joining the Elite, my decisions concerning having children of my own. It wasn’t until the last few years before we left Hyrule that I really started trying to fix our relationship.”

Efforts that no longer mattered outside of a temporary alleviation of regret when she dwelled on her mother and her fate for too long. “The last time I saw her was during the attack. We had been forced back into the fortress, the labyrinthine nature of it all that bought us time. She was actually the one to come up with the idea that saved us.” Nabooru nodded to the other Gerudo. Laughing. Dancing. Sparring. Happy, or so she hoped. “She volunteered to lead a group of mostly elder Gerudo toward the enemies encroaching on the room we had holed up in. I tried to argue, but she and a few others pointed out that a smaller group would have a better chance at escaping to the desert, and if anyone should survive, it should be the younger women. They would stage a final assault to give us a chance to escape out the room’s other exit since the Hylians knew the last of us had hidden away together. While a risk, it banked on their perceived victory blinding them to the rest of us escaping. It worked.”

At the cost of her mother and many great Gerudo women, all of which she knew personally in some regard or another. She bit her lip hard and swallowed to keep her tears at bay as their faces surged to the forefront of her memory. For years she wondered how many of their attackers they took down with them before succumbing to their overwhelming numbers. What her mother’s last moments looked like, her last thoughts. Had her daughter made her as proud as Nabooru was of her and a courage she didn’t know the seamstress possessed?

Vegeta allowed the silence between them to stretch onward, both to respect the woman’s old wounds and to consider if he had anything verbal or otherwise to offer her. He struggled to process and maintain his own grief, and simply witnessing others’ despair if not directly caused by him was a new avenue for him entirely. Hers at least felt familiar, relatable to him.

“That’s something the two of you share,” he said at last. Her questioning gaze met his, one eyebrow lifted. “You both are passionate about your people and would sacrifice everything to keep them alive. Perhaps you’re not as different from her as you thought.”

The fact that Vegeta spoke at all surprised her. She had shared the tale with him because he asked and perhaps to simply verbalize it for the first time since it happened and her own benefit. The response was insightful over sympathy she didn’t want from him, one she could appreciate and a consideration that did make her feel better and coaxed the easy smile back to her painted lips.

“I hadn’t thought of it that way.” Her smile widened to a cheeky grin. “Who knew you could be so thoughtful. Guess you are a really good listener.”

“Oh, shut up. I was pointing out the obvious,” he groused, though he could not deny the warmth in his chest upon seeing her face light up once more, the fire in her eyes and her smile returning. A novelty of emotion for him, but he reveled in the pride of the fact that he revived them.

He finished his liquor in a single gulp and rose to his feet. “Let’s go. I was promised fighting, and a single spar isn’t going to cut it.” He tossed the glass in the air and blasted it, the dust sparkling in the firelight on its descent to the sand. “Or did you think you were off the hook because we already trained together today?”

Nabooru followed his lead and dusted the sand from the seat of her pants. “I was just waiting for you to ask me like a proper gentleman.” Another swig of her own drink emptied the glass, and she disposed of it in similar fashion. “Lead the way, your highness.”

With a roll of his eyes, Vegeta took to the sky once more and flew away from the festivities. He chose a spot far enough away from the bonfire and revelers as well as the other fights to allow them plenty of space. He descended and landed, Nabooru touching down feet from him. “Are you ready? Or do I need to wait for you to warm up or something?”

“I just need to do one thing.” Once more, she was at a loss on who or what to blame for her actions. Alcohol. Aveil. The Saiyan standing before her. The urge had hit her before they took to the sky with more potency, more determination, than before as a mere passing thought. Out here they had privacy, something she assumed he would appreciate (and that she might, too, if the gesture took a wrong turn). A risk she had considered, and one she finally decided she was ready to take. Waiting for him to make the first move had become too agonizing, so against her nature.

Nabooru rested a hand on his cheek and the other on his shoulder, noting only a habitual tense of muscles over a full drawing back from her touch. Bolstered by the lack of spurning and the notion she had come too far not to see it through, she dipped down and pressed her lips to his, her hand on his shoulder gliding to the back of his neck. It was hard, near painful, to hold back once the connection was made. To maintain the slight space between their bodies and keep her fingers from threading into his hair. To not let her passion consume her and convince her to deepen the kiss beyond one meant to test the boundaries and risk pushing him away rather than drawing him closer.

Such care in mind, she pulled away after a few moments, her reluctance displayed in how her lips lingered a breath away from his, biting her lower lip. Through half-lidded eyes, she observed his face, heart racing in her chest in an anxiety she hadn’t felt in decades. However, the corner of her mouth twitched up in a slight smirk at the sight of his reddened cheeks and hooded eyes, the expression caught between surprise and desire.

Just as she shifted to straighten back up, Vegeta growled and his expression flashed to a frustrated glower. Gloved hand shot out and seized the oversized ruby resting against her chest, and he yanked her back down to his level, crashing their lips back together. He cupped her face with one hand while the other gripped her hip, felt her arms drape over his shoulders and her hands cling to his shoulder blades. He greedily relished her taste, the sweetness of her drink that still clung to her lips and her natural flavor. Her warmth. The delighted moan that caught in her throat when he forced their bodies closer.

He had never cared much for kissing. A formality at best or a natural occupation for the lips during sex. But when they were forced to separate, to breathe, he found for the first time (as far as he could remember) he hadn’t wanted that one to end.

If her mind hadn’t clouded over in bliss and muddled her thoughts, she would have come up with a clever quip about their height difference or a teasing remark about how desperately he pulled her back to him or an inquiry about how long he had been waiting to do that. But all she could focus on in that moment was his touch at her hip and how his thumb traced the boundary between flesh and fabric. How he tasted and the delightful tingle left behind on her lips from the force of the kiss. The places where their bodies connected. The rise and fall of his chest beneath her shifted hand and the feel of the hard muscle beneath. Maybe she shouldn’t have put this off so long…

Finally, Nabooru stepped back, fingers trailing over his arms for that last bit of contact. “I think I’m ready now.”

Vegeta shifted into a fighting stance, a smirk on his lips. “Very well. Come at me, then.”

#// vegeta ♅#:: nabooru ☀#tadaaaaaaaaaaaa #god it's about damn time #idec that it's cheesy

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28. After the Morning After

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Guiltless Grace was the Grace that Grace liked the best. Nothing would convince her that she was wrong, because even if she was, she's human and allowed to make mistakes. Perfection plagued her a long time and she wouldn't be bringing any of that into her 23rd year.

She woke up early, only a couple of hours after sleeping and called Hazel.

"Hello!"

"Morning! How was your first night away?"

" I can handle it. I've slept in crazy places before. Lucy's is nice. They have an elevator!"

"They live in a penthouse, so yeah. What are you having for breakfast?"

"Sugary cereal!" Hazel cheered. "It's GREAT!" Grace had to choke down getting upset about that. Sugary cereal wasn't great, but it wasn't going to kill Hazel to have a couple of days of it, even though that's not something that Grace ever bought.

"I stayed awake most of the night, so I'm going to get back to sleep soon."

"But you missed me?" Hazel asked.

"Yes."

Hazel laughed, "Get a life, Lady!" She joked. She and Grace laughed. "I'll bet I miss you tomorrow. I'm still enjoying myself… Are you enjoying yourself?"

Grace glanced around the unfamiliar room and looked where her swan goddess gown had been tossed onto the floor... It was gone now. Simon must've moved it. Meanwhile, she was in nothing but an oversized MIT hoodie that Simon let her borrow. She supposed she was enjoying herself, but truth be told, she didn't feel like the pay off for letting loose last night was worth all of the self doubt of today. She had allowed Simon to be near her again… "I'm allowing myself to be imperfect," Grace said. She didn't lie to Hazel, ever. She just… tried to figure out ways not to potentially scar her with whole truths. She wasn't going to tell her details about Simon, but if it came up, she would be honest that she was there. It came up.

"Your presents from Simon look really nice… I want to see that Idol Princess doll ASAP!" Grace had forgotten about letting Simon take photos. He must’ve posted them to his social media already. Of course Hazel wanted to see that doll. Hell, she could HAVE it… "I've been bragging to Lucy how my mom is gonna be a doll now. She's jealous, of course."

They talked until it was time for the girls to head to school. Grace sadly let Hazel off of the phone and finally climbed out of the bed. Simon stirred on the couch when she peeked into the living room. He seemed to be having a nightmare. He was curled up with Samantha at his feet and Grace's fur coat over him presumably for warmth. He still looked to be freezing though and she realized that maybe the rental didn't have extra blankets. She felt bad as she went to pull the one off of the bed to cover him with, setting her coat aside first. He snuggled into the blanket, but didn't wake up. He also appeared to be sleeping a little better with it.

Grace studied him for a moment. He looked so different than he used to, in terms of scars and age, but here, sleeping, he was like the little boy that she met and fell for very quickly. That is, if the little boy's hair was starting to gray and his worries had caused deep lines in his face. Still. He looked at peace. She leaned over to give him a kiss on the temple and ordered a ride to come pick her up.

Her dress had been folded and placed on the trolley with her gifts. She peeked outside and it was pretty cool out there. Enough that she wanted to keep the socks that Simon had given her after her foot rub. They were really comfy and soft. Perfect. She was gonna take them. But, she removed his sweatshirt and got back into her dress. Her hair was.. a mess… nothing she could do about it at the moment.

Whenever she got the alert for the car, she pushed the trolley outside and gave the driver a tip to pack it for her. She went to grab her purse and coat, brought the trolley back inside, gave Simon another kiss and left.

He heard the door shut and his eyes flew open. Simon jumped up and went to the door to look out. He saw a car down the road, but didn’t recognize it. He locked the door, wondering if he’d left it unlocked last night by accident. After a quick bathroom visit, he peeked into the bedroom and… Grace was gone. She left his sweatshirt on the bed, had changed back into her dress and was just gone. That must’ve been the door.

He frowned, but she HAD told him that it wasn’t going to mean anything, and he agreed to proceed anyway. Her panties were still on the floor… He picked them up and tucked them into his pocket, unsure if she would want those back or not. He shot her a quick text: “Left in a hurry. Forgot your panties.”

“Lol. Thanks. I’ll grab them later.”

He sighed and looked at his desk. He had work to do, but he was still sleepy, and now depressed, to boot. He set an alarm for later in the day and went to bed. It was more comfortable than the couch and it smelled like Grace. He wasn’t sure if that would make it harder to sleep or be more comforting. His jaw was killing him, and he knew that was a combination of Shana’s fists and Grace’s thrusts… but it was totally worth the discomfort this morning of having had Grace seemingly satisfied with his oral ministrations a few hours ago.

He wanted more, of course he did. But, he hoped that she was at least minimally impressed by the fact that he graciously accepted what she was willing to give him.

It was amazing, for him, actually. Simon hadn’t done that with her before. He chuckled to himself. If he had, maybe he would’ve turned his life around much sooner. He frowned at that joke, even though it only existed inside of his head. But, now he was back to thinking about the reason that she didn’t trust him with her body again. The way he had handled her the first time…

Simon had been selfish. Honestly, he simply used her body to get himself off, bending and moving her in whatever way seemed pleasing to him and because she loved him, she did whatever it took to make him happy… then he just stabbed her in the back. He hated feeling like a broken record, but he could never let go of who he had been back then, and she definitely couldn’t either. If he even seemed to be too close to her face she flinched and moved back. If his hands touched her, no matter how gently, she became irate as she flung them away. She didn’t want anything to do with him, but he was probably very convenient for her. He knew that he had to be fine with that. He had to be fine with her limits, her boundaries, her rules. He wasn’t, but he had to be and he was going to make sure that he seemed to be. “Thank you for allowing me to give you some attention this morning,” he texted.

She took a moment thinking before eventually just replying, “Welcome.” In another text, she said, “I’m going to be sleeping last night off today. I’ll text you whenever I’m available to swing by.”

“Okay. Sweet dreams.”

“Thanx. Bye.”

Grace woke up around 1 pm. That was the latest that she had woken up in years, and not something that she ever did very often. She had several missed calls and texts from her friends. No more from Simon, thankfully, and sadly, none from Hazel. She had numerous notifications from her social media accounts. Most likely birthday wishes. She ordered some food and got ready for the day while she waited for it to arrive. Her legs felt a little bit sore. She had been dancing longer and harder than she did in her day to day last night. And had definitely used muscles she didn't usually at Simon's. So, she rubbed some oils into her muscles and stretched everything out.

While she ate, she checked all of her messages. All the girls wanted to know how she was today and Chapa was especially concerned (her friend from Julliard), so she messaged her first, since she hadn’t been there for the end of the night, then she decided to just go live, as it was easier than addressing everyone individually.

“Hey, everybody. Forgive me for looking homely today. I traded in the beauty rest for an amazing time last night. I just wanted to show everyone my face and give thanks for all of the birthday wishes, as well as all of the concerned messages of friends who saw me get a little wilder than normal last night. Special thank you to my friends who celebrated with me and to those who wanted to celebrate with me but just couldn't. You’re all so very amazing…” She read a few of the incoming comments basically reassuring her that she was indeed still exceptionally beautiful, congratulations on having a fun birthday, and belated birthday wishes. Then, someone asked, "Did you see Simon for your birthday?"

“As a matter of fact, I DID see Simon on my birthday. He was a total gentleman and got me some really nice gifts.”

Then, the comments became a sea of interest in Simon, her relationship status with Simon, questions about his gifts, thoughts on whether or not she should entertain gifts or visits from him, and she ignored them to conclude, “Well, I just wanted to check in with everybody. I will be seeing the people that I planned on seeing today and I hope all of you have a wonderful rest of your day. Quote of the Day: I will hold myself to a standard of Grace, not perfection.” She winked and ended the video.

She noticed that Simon “loved” it, and she continued eating and went to scroll his page. He did one birthday post that had all of the photos of her receiving her gifts from him, but it also had this LONG ASS caption that she only skimmed through, seeing it was basically more of his groveling - claiming that she was the most perfect person in the world and that he didn’t deserve her to ever forgive him nor did he expect them to ever be on good terms again, but he was really grateful that they could be the way that they are and every pinch of her energy given to him was more than he had earned, etc.

She avoided the comments, but accidentally saw one person say something along the lines of, “She might as well just forgive you and take you back if she’s going to be around you at all.” There was a long thread beneath it and she was curious, but didn’t check. She willed herself not to check.

She went to check Hazel’s page and saw the video of Hazel preparing birthday breakfast, a post of selfies of the two of them before school that day and one that she snapped of Grace about to cry with the caption, “This is the face of a person with no life. It’s just a few days, Mother!” Grace sniffled even looking at the photos of them.

“I miss my baby,” she whimpered, before calling Lucy’s mother to ascertain that there had been no problems or needs to be discussed. After she was done, and tossed her trash out, she sat on her patio, looking at her neighborhood and being reminded very much that she indeed did not have a life, as Hazel had suggested twice in two days.

She called Simon. “Hello.” He sounded… not well.

“Hey. When’s a good time for me to stop by?”

“I’ll be here all day. I don’t have anything to do, as I don’t know anything about the city yet.”

“Okay. Well, I’m gonna leave right now, and depending on traffic, shouldn’t take too long, since I’m…” She paused. “Not too far away right now,” she said. He scoffed or laughed. She couldn’t tell, but it annoyed her. “There a problem, Simon?”

“Nope.” She squinted her eyes and sighed. “See you,” he said and hung up on her.

“There’s a fucking problem,” she said, shaking her head. Maybe she could go to Brooklyn and grab Shana and/or Iza. Damita lived in the Bronx… that was closer to where Simon currently was, but she was at school right now. Tulip was at work and Mikayla was likely doing something else, because she was always busy with something… And if she told Chapa that she slept there, lord… the backlash… Ugh. She got up and just sent a message to the group text that she was going to go pick up something from Simon’s and that he was acting funny on the phone. If anything did happen, they all knew his information. But, she hated that she was sexual with someone just hours ago that made her feel the need to even take such precautions, and she hated that she decided to do that. Nobody forced her to, or pressured her to.. UGH!

The front door was open whenever she pulled up to the house, but she still rang the doorbell. Who knew what might set him off today? Simon came to the door with Samantha in one hand and her underwear in the other. He sort of shoved it towards her, and whenever she took it, he offered the fakest ass smile that she had ever seen him make. “You’re in a bad mood,” she said, accusatory.

He furrowed his eyebrows, then slumped his shoulders, “Is it obvious? Sorry. It’s been a bad day.”

“You gonna be alright?”

“Of course. I always am.”

She started to leave, but paused and turned around, “Does it have anything to do with me?”

“No!” he answered quickly and shook his head.

“Okay… well… I feel like you’re taking it out on me, whatever it is and I don’t like that.”

He looked absolutely devastated by that. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to take anything out on you… He set Samantha down and came outside, closing the door behind him. “I know that what happened between us was a one time thing and we’re not lovers or friends, so the last thing I wanted to do was bother you with my problems. I tried to just not say anything about them.”

“It’s fine to say that you don’t want to talk about something, instead of these short answers and moody tone, making me rethink even a one time casual engagement with you.”

He sighed again, “Okay. I’m sorry.” He sat down on the steps and she sighed and sat next to him.

“What is it?”

“I didn’t sleep well. I haven’t heard back from the company about the position. I was denied a grant that I need for a really important project, and I spent more than a reasonable amount of time arguing with people on the internet.” He rocked his legs. “And now, I’ve let my day affect yours… which is just… the thing I hate the most of everything that I just said.”

She reached out for his hand and he looked down at their fingers, intertwined. She didn’t say anything or even look at him. They both were just looking at their hands, woven together, saying nothing. Eventually, she got up, said, “Hope you feel better,” and left. And… he did. He felt inexplicably better.

Grace barely let Hazel breathe when she got back home. She was asking about how much fun she had (updates that she had been given daily), seeing if Hazel wanted to do a lot of other stuff (despite the fact that they had a very full weekend ahead of them), and Thursday evening, whenever Hazel appeared in her doorway while she was at the vanity oiling her scalp, Grace smiled, eager to see what Hazel wanted to do with her right now.

“Hey… So… Is it just gonna be you and me this weekend?”

“Yes! We’re gonna have so much fun!” Grace cheered. “I can’t WAIT for corn dogs at the amusement park.” Hazel came in and sat beside Grace on the little bench in front of her vanity. “Are you okay, Hazel?”

“Are you?” Hazel wondered. Grace was confused. “It was my first time away and I guess I thought it would be a good break for both of us, but you spent a lot of time checking up on me and… aside from your birthday, did you have any fun? Did you even have any fun on your birthday?”

“Yes, I had fun. I had more fun than should’ve been allowed.”

“I keep thinking about the tour you and Simon gave me and the stuff you two told me. I’m the same age that you were when you met. You were having so much fun and doing so many things with your friend… now, all you do is take care of me, and barely give me the chance to take care of myself.”

“Hazel, you have to understand, the stuff that Simon and I were doing was because we were both highly neglected. We were retelling stories of how we came together to make bad situations a little bit better. I don’t ever want you to feel neglected, so I make sure that I’m here for you, whenever you need me.”

Hazel nodded, and clasped her hands together, “I get that. But, also… before we lived together, I used to see you on social media having a great time and living so carefree. You had activities and friends. I feel like I’ve taken a lot of that away from you and…"

"It's my job. It's my job to take care of you. Not the other way around, Hazel. Don't worry about what things I don't do anymore."

"I wouldn't, but it's hard not to think about it whenever you're being all… I don't know…" she didn't want to say the wrong thing. She wasn't trying to hurt Grace's feelings, but Grace was perhaps putting way more into this than Hazel needed.

"Ok. I get it. Just try to understand, I didn't have a good example of how much time a mom should give. I had faceless nanny after faceless nanny. Driver after driver whose names I've forgotten completely. Detached professional instructors and private school staff who could care less about my well-being. I'm trying to be the opposite of what I had and I guess in my quest to be a good mom I wound up not being one…"

"You ARE a good mom. You just need to also be good by yourself." Hazel twiddled her fingers, "I wanted to see if Lucy could come to the amusement park with us, but I didn't want you to feel bad."

"I won't. Call her up and see if she can come," Grace said, smiling but literally feeling horrible. Hazel rushed to go do that and Grace looked at an alert from her phone. It was artwork that someone did and tagged her and Simon to. "Grace as the Idol Princess." Really nice artwork. She liked it and continued her hair.

Lucy wouldn't be able to come this weekend. Hazel was upset, but still excited for the outings. Grace felt like her secondary plan, but brushed that aside. Whenever she went to bed, she saw a notification that Simon had gone live. She laid down and tuned in, catching him in the middle of a point about never being good enough to be forgiven. "And, I understand perfectly in instances nowhere I was completely in the wrong, for instance, everyone who follows me knows everything I did to Grace, but I didn't do shit like that to my mother, and even what I did do… how is that not her fault? How is she mad at me for something I did when she left me unattended? That was thirteen years ago. So… no. Don't tell me that I should be forgiving of her because she's sick or because of her problems or whatever else. My mother is part of the reason I became a person who could hurt Grace. My parents were majority stockholders in me being an unforgivable piece of shit to her. I don't care about what they were going through and I'm not going to explain that again."

She typed into the comments, "Wtf is going on?"

He noticed it and ran a hand through his hair, "Hey, Grace. Just… still arguing with people on the internet. Explaining myself like a peasant," he joked, laughing.

"CALL. ME." She typed.

He stared at the screen for a while, then just cut off the video. But, seconds later, he was calling. "Simon… what happened?"

He groaned, "There was this entire debate about how you should just forgive me instead of us going back and forth, so I said that you're not obligated to trust me and it became this entire thing and somehow devolved into me forgiving my mom, especially because she's dying."

"What the fu… your mom is dying?"

"Yeah," he said casually. "She has very late stage cancer from a brain tumor."

"WHAT? Since when?"

"I think she found out a couple of months ago? She told me in Belize, but my dad had made this post about it before then. I’m not sure why I thought you knew.”

“If I had known, I would have said something nice to you… or something.”

He chuckled, “I don’t need something nice… unless it’s you.” He smiled. She could hear the smile.

“Well, if you want that, it would take a whole lot more than you eating me out one night. You’ve got things to atone for, Buddy.” She laughed, but he was quiet for a moment. So quiet that she thought he might have gotten disconnected. But, he eventually spoke again.

“I’ll do anything.”

She smiled as wide as her face would allow and she simply whispered, “Worship me.”

#If They Didn't Get on the Train #AU Infinity Train #Infinity Train #Nesha Fanfiction #Infinity Train Fanfiction #fics

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