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remmushound · 3 years

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Bay/Rise 26!! Rise splinter = Yoshi and Bay splinter = Splinter. Today’s chapter is cut in half like yesterday’s, so expect another post later today! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @selfindulgenz

“Not bad.” Once the fighting was over, Leo approached Leonardo with a nod. “Have to say, not what I was expecting.”

“I didn't do it for your approval.”

Leonardo brushed off Leo’s praise with a wave of his hand, walking away quickly before the box turtle could see his smile. He hurried quickly over to Raphael, the mutant’s jaw still slack as he looked around like a confused animal.

“Raph— Raph, hey bud chill!” Raphael snapped to look at Leonardo, giving a snarl before he recognized Leonardo and let the slider bring a hand to his pulsing neck. “They’re gone. It’s okay.”

“Why is he like that?” Raph approached cautiously, his brow creased in his confusion at the state of his counterpart.

“It’s fine— he’s fine! Just stay back, you’re gonna make his agitated. Give me a minute…” Leonardo rested his head against Raphael’s chest and stroked the turtle’s shell in comforting spirals as he started to hum the lullaby from their childhood.

Donatello put Michelangelo gently on the ground before the both of them hustled over to Mikey, who still in his shell with the sound of whimpering echoing from inside. Michelangelo frowned, but Donatello simply gave an amused hum as he knocked on the box turtles shell.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

The shell opened slightly. “Did we win?”

“Sure did, terrifying large Miguel. You wanna come out and join the celebration?”

Mikey’s nose poked out of his shell slowly, looking around before the rest of him popped out and he scrambled to his feet with a deep breath, leaning over on his knees to shake his head. “That was scary.”

“Mike!” Leo’s call sounded from across the room as he summoned his brother.

“Uh— I gotta.” Mikey pointed to his brothers.

“Oh, please do!” Donatello gave a bow and motioned Mikey through, “Don’t stop on our account.” Once Mikey was out of earshot, Donatello turned to Michelangelo, “You okay Mike?”

“Hm? I’m yeah, I’m fine!” Michelangelo’s voice was high-pitched and chipper, his smile almost genuine despite the horror that had just occurred. His eyes had a particular twinkle in them that Donatello had learned to recognize over years, and Michelangelo carried himself with a correct posture and high head that contradicted his usual relaxed state. “We have to check on Michelangelo though. He had a panic attack earlier on the rooftops and I’d like to do an in-depth analysis on his mental status to make sure he’s coping okay.”

The speech pattern confirmed Donatello’s suspicion. “Yeah— sounds great, Feelings. Do your thing.”

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The whole way back to the lair, the turtles maintained almost no formation. For the first time since they’d met, they all mingled together more like a family than two separate units. Leo, of course, was in the lead while his counterpart took up the rear with Raphael, who was still going through the motions of bringing himself back down to earth. Leonardo was helping him keep his focus. Donatello had April on his battle shell, folded out into the seat built just for her, and the two of them were with Raph and Donnie. The Mikey’s stuck together almost like glue, though it was mostly Michelangelo who kept them together so he could watch Mikey’s every movement with an intense focus.

When they got back home, the Splinter’s were waiting for them at the entry tunnel. Yoshi separated from his conversation with the other rat to hurry forward with arms outstretched as he made grabby paws.

“April!”

“Splints!” April hopped down from Donatello’s shell and fell into Yoshi’s hugs, kneeling down to his height so the master could hug her to his chest and plant ticklish kisses on her forehead, rubbing his paw through the curls of her hair. “Aw, Splints! You’re okay!”

“Aaaand so is the city!” Donatello interrupted, flashing the orb pointedly with a proud smile. “Yes, yes, I know. Hold thy applause!”

“Purple!” Yoshi gave April one last kiss before he held his paws out to collect the orb. “Good work! But what happened to you, April? I— I couldn’t go after you, I—“

“Don’t worry, Splints!” April said, her face glowing despite her ordeal, “The doc said all the bleeding’s internal! That’s where the blood supposed to be!”

Yoshi narrowed his eyes. “How long have you been waiting to make that joke?”

“Way too long, Splinter! Way. Too. Long!”

Yoshi shook his head, then turned to his sons. “And my boys! Are you all alright?”

“No, we’re not.” Leonardo kneeled in front of Yoshi, “It was Draxum, dad. Draxum and the foot recruit they— they’re the ones that took April.”

“Draxum…?” For a moment, Yoshi’s eyes flashed with disbelief before anger took over the red pools. “I knew it! I knew that no good yokai would—“

“Dad.” Leonardo silenced Yoshi and pointed at Michelangelo.

Yoshi’s eyes immediately softened. “Oh… oh Orange…”

“I’m fine father!” Michelangelo chirped, giving his dad a happy squeeze.

“Father? Since when do you… oh.” Yoshi recognized quickly what was happening.

Michelangelo gave a happy giggle before walking off, his arms dancing at his side with each step. Yoshi’s eyes couldn’t help but follow him. Leo couldn't hide his curiosity any more, approaching Yoshi with a polite bow.

“Master, I must ask what the importance of the orb is.”

“You haven’t told him?” Yoshi looked to his sons and was met with three shrugs. He groaned and his ears went back as he shook his head. “This is a mystic orb in which the people of our New York were trapped.”

“Yooo how they all fit in there?” Mikey shoved his way in, squishing his face against Leo for a second before he was pushed away.

Yoshi’s expression changed quickly to an annoyed one. “It’s magic.”

“Yeah! Courtesy of dad’s crazy ex spider fiance.” Leonardo added.

“I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS A SPIDER AT THE TIME!” Yoshi shoved Leonardo away.

“Your world is… very complicated.” Splinter cleared his throat.

“Tell me about it.” Yoshi huffed.

Splinter turned to the gathered ninja. “You boys should go rest. You too, April. You’ve been through a great ordeal.”

“Thanks! Uh… other Splinter?” April looked to Donatello, “Someone gon’ explain to me what’s happening here?”

“You can have a look at her stitches in my lab to make sure she didn't pull anything.” Donnie offered, “And so you can explain everything in private.”

“That’s great, but I don’t do that… stuff.” Donatello said, sticking out his tongue and waving a hand like he was flicking off germs.

Before Donnie could do anything but blank in sheer confusion, Leonardo took April in a bridal carry and took her toward Donnie’s lab.

“Someone say they need a medic?” Leonardo beamed

“My hero.” April rolled her eyes.

Donnie shook his head slowly as he gawked after them. “This just keeps getting weirder and weirder…”

#Leo the medic!#Here comes Doctor Feelings!#she has a lot to do!#April has no idea Whats happening #but she’s enjoying herself

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cosmic-lavender · 3 years

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Stability Chapter 10

Otis Driftwood x Reader

Author note: Yes this is another flashback chapter, I had so much fun doing the last chapter I decided to expand more. This chapter is pretty long so thanks for sticking with the story so far💜

You're 21 now and looking out the window at the beautiful orange and deep red sunset. It's been 3 years since the incident at the bar. And since then the family has told you more about the comings and goings that happened there. You of course were shocked at first and widely taken aback.Your moral compass was definitely damaged considering the fact that you were very biased to the family due to the fact that you were pretty much part of this family.

They never asked you to participate but now that you were aware of the knowledge that they were hiding from you they hid it a lot less. though this sounds like this would have been an inconvenience It actually was quite refreshing because now you felt that you had more freedom walking around the house and there was less censorship in your presence.

You even started working at Captain's Spalding's gas station a couple days a week, who himself was thrilled at the fact that you were now aware of what was going on and that you seem to be taking it very well. "I always had a feeling you did alright with weird" he said. "I remember that time you brought home that squirrel skeleton with the baby and you tried to glue it back together or something. That's when I was like this girl's going to be either a taxidermy or some weird shit". You laughed spraying more Windex on the display case. "How's your old man by the way? ``he asked, counting the money in the drawer. This is pretty much the only gas station that your father used when he was filling up in between his truck stops.

"You tell me he talks to you a lot more than he talks to me. I actually haven't seen him for maybe a week and a half." "Oh well now little darling don't get sad your old man's a good man. He just doesn't know how to be a daddy you know?". You just hummed in agreement, not really wanting to go any further on the subject." I'm sad about finishing up the last of my courses at that school a couple cities away What are you going to do without me here?" You said in a chuckle to hide the fact you were incredibly sad about leaving the family.

"Well shit I'm going to be lost without ya but it won't be long before you're back". "I asked Baby and Otis to come and see me. They said they'll try but Otis said he doesn't like to be seen out in public too much especially in a big city. I mean I get it but I'm going to miss them and you of course". You stood up and brushed off your pants, sighing deeply. "Yeah Otis is not one for being in the city You might be able to get Baby to come down it's hard to get her to focus and she's not really a good driver but I'll try to bring them down at least once to see you and I'll try to call you you know and feel free to call me at anytime You know my number you know where I'm at." He walked around the counter and gave you a big hug "we need at least one of us in this family to be educated so you go get them smarts".

The day you packed up your truck Baby helped you, You told her that you were in a hurry so you couldn't wait for Otis to get done with whatever he was doing to say goodbye and that you'll call the house later. Truth be told there was a lump growing in your throat at the thought of leaving. The two of you had only gotten closer,late nights of him showing you his work and talking to you about anything really that popped into his mind. You also notice how jealous you got when you knew he was out with one of Charlie's girls.

You also noticed that whenever you brought up any boys that you may have seen around town that might be attractive he always scoffed and said "there ain't no good boys in this town bunch of fucking idiots". You would secretly hope that's because he was jealous but you weren't sure if it's due to jealousy or the fact that he was just protective of you.

You settled into your classes pretty fast even making a couple friends in some of them. After about 3 to 4 months you would call the house every weekend and talk to the baby for hours. You would also talk to Otis but he was usually interrupted by being yelled at by someone mostly doing the yelling. He never brought up if he had any attraction to you and you decided it wasn't good to bring it up either You're silly schoolgirl crush was probably just that and you just started to accept that I mean he was so much older than you What would he want in you? He probably saw you as a child.

You had struck up an acquaintance ship with an attractive young man in your political science class. Due to being an accelerated semester you were only going to be in the course with each other for about 3 months. You came to find out that his name was Dayton and that he was very smart. At the end of the semester he has asked you on a date, you told him you had to think about it, a small flash of hurt appeared across his face "it's not that there's anything wrong with you it's just I don't know if I have time to date anybody right now and I'm late calling home I will give you a ring later though okay?" You asked heading toward your room "ok y/n um yeah call me whenever" he said and headed the opposite way. when you reach the back to your dorm you rang the Firefly's house, discuss what you learned today in political science with Otis. Mama Firefly answered when you called, she was over the moon to hear from you.

After talking for a while you asked her if Otis was home, because you had agreed to talk at 6:30. "Oh I'm sorry sugar dumpling but he's at Charlie's but Baby is home wanna talk to her?" Your stomach twisted, he blew off your phone conversation to go fuck a whore? Well that cleared up anything you were wondering about how he felt.. "Actually Mama, I think I have someone on call waiting. Can you tell Baby I'll call her tomorrow?" "Sure thing honey we miss you!" "Miss you too mama" you hung up the phone and called another number "hey Dayton I think I am free for dinner after all".

When Otis returned home he immediately hurried over where the phone was. Was he too late? She said 8:30 right? He rang your dorm number before hanging it up hard when you didn't answer. Fuck it he thought and headed to the kitchen for a beer. "Oh Otis!" Y/n called for you I told her you were at Charlie's" Mama's voice ran out from the living room as he passed.

"Wait when did she call and you told her what?!" He angrily asked whipping his head out "I was out with Cutter and it was 8:30 she was supposed to call" " mmm hmm well honey she said 6:30 but then she said she said she had another call so she's gonna call back tomorrow" she replied looking back toward her show. He swallowed his annoyance and stomped back upstairs after grabbing his beer, god why the fuck did he care?! And why did he rush over here just to shoot the shit with you on the phone.. "god dammit" he thought to himself "fucking God dammit".

The date went well to your surprise, dinner was lovely followed by a fun conversation (or debate) depending on who you ask. You started to wonder if you had wasted time pining over the idea of Otis being interested in you and maybe you should focus on someone your own age. You didn't call the house for the rest of the week, Baby left some messages on your answering machine as well as Spalding. Nothing from Otis though, A small part of you was disappointed. You eventually called Baby back and you had told her how you went on a date with a nice young man. She was happy for you and wanted to hear every detail. You asked about Otis and she said he was in a mood right now so it's best not to bug him.

Otis had walked by the room when he heard Baby talking to you on the phone, He heard that you had gone out with a young man. Good for her he thought, the sooner I get the idea of her out of my head the better she's a fucking kid anyway. He decided to head to Charlie's and relieve some tension. He thought he got you out his head at least for the time being, that was until he found himself picking the girl who had your hair color, your eyes and around the same height. Walking into the prostitutes room he pictured your face, god dammit he thought to himself as he shut the door behind him.

You had gone on a couple more dates with Dayton. So far he had been a perfect gentleman. One night after a particularly wonderful date You had both ended up back at your place. You've never gone fully all the way You had kissed and stuff a couple of boys around town but nothing ever lasted, You were nervous and you let him know that you were not experienced in this department. He kept reassuring you that it was going to be fine and that he would take care of you. It almost seemed like he was rushing you a bit to not change your mind but you decided that he was just happy to be close to you.

You ended up going all the way with him but throughout the ordeal it was not as exciting as you thought it would be. He seemed to be more focused on getting himself off than focusing on you, halfway through you thought to yourself that you would wish he would hurry up.( He was way smaller than he led you to believe *eye roll*.)You also noticed that at one point you found yourself imagining Otis on top of you.. saying you were conflicted was definitely an understatement.

After that night he left in the morning after falling asleep right after he finished. You got up to the shower and looked at yourself in the mirror. You thought back to the night at the bar and all the other nights that he would spend at the house. You felt so homesick for everyone although your time here in college was fun and you're glad that you experienced it You were starting to wonder if this was really where you wanted to be. The days following after you and Dayton had been intimate you noticed the change in him he was starting to become more aggressive. The sweet demeanor that he had was slowly disappearing to someone who was controlling and short-tempered. He was starting to insist that he stayed over every night even when you told him that you had studying to do and that you did not want to be distracted. He had pressured you for sex again to which you declined and said that you are still recovering from your last session. He began to grow more impatient, He also started to dictate what he wanted you to wear and what he wanted you to eat.

At this point it only been about 3 weeks since you guys had become a couple. You decided that it was moving too fast. The final straw was when you were about to eat a bagel and he slapped it out of your hand and said Don't you think you've had enough? You're gaining a little bit of weight. You hadn't told anyone at the house about the situation because you didn't want them to worry, now that the semester was ending you decided that it was time to head back home and decide what you want to do with your life.You weren't as happy here as you thought you were going to be.

You decided to break the news to Dayton that you wanted to just remain friends You made sure to tell him while you were on the way to class so he would have a reason not to linger and make a scene because he was starting to show he also has signs of having an anger problem.He would have outbursts at the most smallest things and seemed to blame you for them. After telling him that you just wanted to be friends you hurried away from him before he could start an argument You could see the anger and confusion and his eyes but you knew you had to get away before he got upset. Part of was worried that he would hit you but you also thought maybe you were being paranoid either way you didn't want to take that chance so you hurried away from him as soon as possible You felt bad about breaking up with him this way but it seemed like the right thing to do.

Heading back to your room You saw that the phone was ringing You assumed it was Dayton so you decided not to answer it You were already tired and stressed enough You didn't really didn't want to have a debate about the relationship. The machine picked it up "ah hey there kitten or ah y/n guess I shouldn't call you that no more cus you got a boyfriend I and I don't know if he's the jealous type or whatever and all, anyway just wanted to see how ya doing and if you forgot us rednecks over here, I guess I'll let…" it was Otis! Hearing his voice your heart skipped a beat you nearly fell right on your face rushing to grab the phone. "Hey! Hi Otis'' you were out of breath from running to grab the phone but tried to chill out so he didn't notice. "I'm glad you called I've missed you". "I've missed you too darlin. How's the big ol fancy city treating you? Ain't the same without you here Baby is driving me nuts man".

You hadn't noticed until you felt a cold wet tear hit your hand that you were crying. Hearing his voice had ripped at your heart more intensely than you had anticipated..fuck you missed him. "I'm thinking about coming home for a while I actually might be able to submit my final paper through the mail but maybe you can look over it it's political science so you know stupid government stuff but thought you'd be interested". You said that last sentence so fast it nearly took all your breath. "Shit I would love too when you come home? I gotta make sure I get all my projects out the way so we can dedicate the entire afternoon to it. I'm sure there's a lot I have to unteach you about what they're trying to tell you is the truth". You laughed there was the Otis you knew. "Plus I know Baby and mama are gonna be excited for you to come home. They are gonna want to make a big deal." Coming home… that's when it hits you… that was home they were home.

"Well I was thinking" your sentence got interrupted by a very aggressive knock on the door. "Oh ah hold on Otis That might be campus security they seem to be knocking on the door very hard". He walked over to open the door still holding the phone Otis held the phone in his shoulder as he took out his knife and started sharpening it, might as well multitask. "Hi is everything ok officer.. oh hey Dayton" your voice fell at the end Otis heard it too, he sat up a little straighter listening more intensely. "I didn't like how we left our conversation earlier." He stated with his hands in his pockets mo"I understand I may have been kinda mean to you lately and I'm sorry but I think that's over with now, water under the bridge?"

He opened his arms as if to ask for a hug but he also seemed to be clenching his teeth slightly as well trying to hold in his anger, "thank you Dayton that's very sweet and of course no hard feelings thanks for taking this so well, I'm afraid I have to go though I'm on the phone with family but you have a good night" as you went to close the door he stopped it with his foot. "Maybe you don't understand me.. no one rejects me" he snarled trying to push the door more open. "Dayton you should go" you started trying to not look so frightened but truth be told this was terribly frightening. Otis stood up and while holding the phone in his shoulder while looking for his gun,knife and keys. Who the fuck was this kid talking to you like that? He thought to himself, fuck this kid.

That's when his stomach sank and his blood boiled over.. he heard something he never wanted to hear again, you screamed out of fear and dropped the phone "y/n"! He yelled into the phone over and over but you didn't answer. He wasted no time in running downstairs to where Baby was. He was practically screaming in her face what's the name of that college that you're at and what does she know about this kid Dayton. She quickly told him and then asked him what the problem was. He ignored her instead searching for Rufus and telling him that he has something to take care of with him. He grabbed the keys and hurried out of the house. He had never driven so fast in his life, Rufus kept a look out for the cops as they sped down the highway. He didn't really have a plan for when he got there other than he wanted to teach that kid a lesson.

You had dropped the phone to press your entire body weight against the door to prevent Dayton from coming inside your dorm. It was difficult Because he was so much larger than you. "Go away Dayton!!!!" You screamed "someone help someone!!" You frantically repeated hopefully someone would walk by and see the commotion."open the door you bitch!!" He screamed pushing it with all his weight, you leaned down grabbed the phone right as he was able to push his face into the doorway, you hit him as hard as you could in the face with it, he staggered back in pain as you pushed the door fully closed. You grabbed the phone again, "Otis!" You screamed into it before realizing the other line was dead.

Wasting no time to figure out what was happening on his end you dialed campus security. You heard Dayton attempting to break down your door by slamming into it. You started to cry angry frustrated tears. Why can't he just go away?!. "Hello hello is anyone there," campus security asked, finally connecting on the other end. You hurried to explain the situation to campus security who urged you to stay on the line as they came to your dorm. Unfortunately Dayton had run off before they could come. They assured you they would be checking in on you and keeping an eye out for him. You nodded and curled up in the bathroom with the door locked which was the only place you felt safe. "I wish Otis was here" you thought to yourself.

Little did you know he was, his brother and him drove as fast as they could and ended up on the compass in no time. He didn't know what Dayton looked like besides the shitty description from Baby. "What are we gonna do when we find him?" Rufus asked. He was worried about you as well but he didn't want to start something that would get you expelled. "We're not going to do anything but teach the boy a lesson that's all" Otis replied. "Scare him straight".

As much as Otis wanted to do unspeakable things to him Rufus was right This is not the place to do it especially if he was seen associated with you. As luck would have it they happened to see a young man fitting the description who looked like he was in a hurry with some bags and other materials. He seems to be trying to flee the campus as fast as possible. "I think that's our guy" Rufus said.Otis rubbed his hands together in anticipation. They slowly walked over to where he was loading up his small car. Rufus came up behind him and asked him for directions when he turned around to give a snarky response to him just as Otis threw a bag over his head and pulled him into the bushes.

Dayton struggled and tried to scream as Rufus held him, Otis shut him up quickly though pulling out his large hunting knife and pressing it up to his neck. "Hey there you pig faced rat nose son of a bitch, I'ma need you to listen and listen good if you ever so much as breathe in the same direction as y/n again I will cut off your I assume very small balls and shove them down your throat". Dayton didn't answer, he just started to shake and suddenly tears began running down his face. "Oh shit this boy is crying!!! Hahaha! Little pussy ass bitch". Otis laughed pointing at him. Rufus walked over and pointed a gun in his face,"you understand us boy? You come near y/n again it's all bad for you". "I understand" he stuttered over and over again. They grabbed him and pushed him into the mud, exploding in laughter.

Heading back to the truck there laughter echoed throughout the campus. You looked up and could have sworn that you heard a slight hint of Otis'h voice through your bathroom window. "Is that Otis? No no way my mind is making me imagine things''. The next day after getting approval from the Dean that you were able to mail in the rest of your assignment you loaded up your truck and headed back to Ruggsville. Passing the gas station as you entered into town you felt relief wash over you. You were finally home.

#otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #three from hell #otis driftwood x reader #otis firefly #thedevilsrejects #the devils rejects

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liron-ao3 · 3 years

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Timestamp #1 to Mine to hold

Fake heat

Magnus hasn't felt well since he woke up this morning. His joints are aching, his scars are itching, and he feels sick all over. But there is no use. He planned to paint the nursery a beautiful mint green, and he wants all the fumes to be out of the room when Rafael moves in come Friday.

Their little boy. Magnus can't believe the time has finally come for them to become a family. He's nervous and elated. He manages to push the doubts away. Well, most of the time. That he will raise him together with Alec surely is the only thing that doesn't make him want to revoke the adoption process every six hours or so.

He knows he's ready. He truly is. His therapy sessions have been reduced to once a month. His life is not all rainbows and sunshine, but it is his life—their life—and the ghost of Valentine leaves them alone most of the time.

The media interest has subsided, too, with Magnus' name solely popping up in subordinate clauses whenever there is progress in the legislation regarding the status of omegas in society.

Magnus still loves seeing his name in the papers and signing contracts on his own, every single time shooting a shiver through his body. With the emancipation letter came the option to choose if he wanted to keep Alec's family name or go back to his mother's. The decision-making had blessed him with a few sleepless nights. But when he learnt that future children could carry both their fathers' names, the decision was easily made.

Magnus wipes sweat off his forehead. No one in the northern hemisphere should transpire in February. But he does, from an easy paint job. He feels disgusting and can't wait for the shower he'll take after cleaning up the room.

"Magnus?" Alec's voice comes from the hallway.

"Rafe's room," he shouts and can't suppress a smile.

Rafael Santiago Lightwood-Bane. Not for the first time, tears prick Magnus' eyes from the sheer force of emotions, thinking about his little boy. Or maybe it's hormones? His instincts kicking in? Who knows? He loves Rafe so much already. The now eleven months old orphan had stolen both their hearts the first time they saw him in the orphanage in Buenos Aires. And now, he will find a home with them and with it two fathers who will love him unconditionally.

"Hey," Alec says when he enters the room. "I wanted to help." He presses his lips gently on Magnus'.

"I wanted to surprise you," he replies into the kiss.

Alec smiles at him. "It looks great!" He cups Magnus' neck with his long fingers and his relaxed features morph into a concerned frown. "You feel warm. Are you coming down with something?"

Magnus shrugs and bunches up the plastic sheet that protected the wooden floor. He regards the room that used to be his. Soft light shines through the newly installed window. Magnus can't wait to move the furniture in.

He sways a little when he straightens, and Alec steadies him. "Maybe," he answers morosely. "I'm sweating as if I trained."

"Did you eat something?"

Magnus shakes his head. "I wasn't hungry."

Alec furrows his brow even deeper. Magnus always likes to eat. It's one of his joys after years of starvation and the lack of it a clear sign that something's wrong.

"You smell very sweet today," Alec states and Magnus' eyes shoot up at that.

"No, not again," he whines. "My last was—what?—seven weeks ago? I'm done with these fake heats! And our baby boy comes. There's still so much to do."

Alec pulls him into his arms and guides him to his neck, his scent rising soothingly into Magnus' nose.

"Everything he needs is his Papa and Daddy, our nest, and all the love we can give him. We have enough formula and diapers for a month, the clothes are already washed. The crib and the changing table and all the other stuff can wait."

Magnus nods against his shoulder, thankful for Alec to keep him grounded.

"Come on. Let's get something into your stomach, and then we'll take a shower. What do you say?" Magnus takes a deep breath and nods again.

Alec brings Magnus a protein bar, the only food his mate can really stomach through his fake heats. They had quite a few in the last two years to deal with—never predictable, always a bit frustrating, given that they never turned into a real one, never triggered a heat-rut in Alec. They are a painful reminder of what Magnus has lost, despite all the good things he experienced since he became Alec's omega. At least, the waves are becoming shallow quickly, are easily satiated, and the fake heat usually lasts no longer than two days. Enough time to do the laundry before little Rafe moves in.

Alec undresses Magnus with trained hands. He knows every single of his mate's especially sensitive spots by now and avoids touching them as much as he can. Then he guides him under the shower and smiles when the lukewarm spray from above elicits a soft moan from his omega.

Alec lets his inner alpha run free. By now, he knows that he has a caring wolf that longs to make his mate feel good under any circumstances, but especially in situations like these when Magnus' biology kicks in.

Alec massages shampoo into Magnus' scalp, lathers his body with neutral soap, and presses kisses against his neck, just like Magnus likes it best. He gives himself a quick wash and dries Magnus off with the fluffiest towel they could find in a specialist shop for heat supplies. The scars are much more sensitive during the heats. It had taken them five cycles to find an ointment that numbed the itch enough for Magnus not to want to scratch himself until he draws blood.

Alec leads Magnus to their nest and massages the balm into the sensitive skin. Magnus sighs into the pillows when the numbing and cooling effect sets in. After an obligatory sports drink, they finally cuddle up and take a nap. They'll need the rest for the first wave that is always the hardest.

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"Alpha."

The sound alarms Alec instantly. It had taken Magnus quite some time to learn that giving in to his inner omega during these fake heats is a sure thing to make the whole ordeal easier. And if his wolf wants to present his belly or his ass and call his alpha just that, so be it.

"I'm here, my little omega," Alec coos.

Magnus' omega loves when Alec talks to him like that, lovingly, not depreciatory. It also likes his strong, sure hands on his body and the relief that comes with his perfect knot. Although Magnus likes these things out of heat, too. But who cares who's in charge now? He hands it over to Alec anyway.

"Need you," he begs shamelessly.

"I'm here, love. How do you want me?"

Magnus rolls on his back with great effort, his whole body aching, his skin dampened with a sheen of sweat. He's thankful that they are still naked from the shower. Waking up like this in his pyjamas is never fun, the wet fabric sticking to the burning skin like glue. Having his heat start in the middle of his shopping, neither. Lucky for Magnus, he doesn't smell like heat for other alphas. Another perk in his book.

Alec smiles at him, and for a long moment, time seems to stand still. Magnus is so in love with the alpha, who treats him like something precious, but never as weak or fragile.

The too-familiar pang of sadness resonates in his chest. Yes, he'll be a father in three days, but he will never grow a baby in his body, will never give birth, or nurse it. Usually, he's fine with it, but never at the beginning of his fake heats. Damn hormones!

Alec crawls between his legs. "Touch or no?"

The two mates are such a well-oiled machine by now and it shows. Magnus assesses the state of his body. He's more sensitive this time, the scar tissue on his abdomen still itching despite the balm.

"No," he says.

Alec nods and shuffles closer, pulling Magnus' butt onto his spread knees. He gives his cock a few strokes to get to full hardness and slides into Magnus with little effort. The miracle of omega biology.

Alec glides in and out of him with as little contact with Magnus' angry red skin as possible. He's a master of it by now. He smiles down at Magnus. "You're so good for me," he whispers and his omega chuckles.

"I'm doing nothing," he jokes and elicits an even wider smile from his alpha. Alec doesn't remember when they had this dialogue for the first time, but it has become a tradition.

"It's getting worse," Magnus hisses, the heat setting his whole body aflame. He hates this. It isn't how a heat should be. Yes, unease is normal, but this simply hurts. There is no passion from his side, no lust or urge to be intimate. They have sex because they know that it will ease the pain. And because they love each other, of course.

Alec could never let Magnus suffer, even though they learnt that the pain would subside on its own even without them having sex—thanks to an impromptu heat when Alec was in Los Angeles for a book reading.

Alec doubles his efforts, and his knot swells soon enough. He takes Magnus' cock into his hand, and after a few strokes, Magnus' body locks up, and he comes all over himself, quickly followed by his alpha.

They come down from their heights rather quickly—Magnus because his skin is still burning despite the fever slowly coming down, Alec because he's already in caring alpha mode again, propping up Magnus' body as best as possible with pillows so that they can stay like this until his knot comes down.

Magnus smiles up at him tiredly. "You're such a good alpha," he praises, and Alec's wolf dances a happy cha-cha-cha in his reptilian brain.

He shakes his head in denial. And yes, Magnus lost many things in his life, fought hard to get some of them back. But this here? Alec? That was simply destiny, and he thanks the angels every day that they brought them together.

Because even through the pain, the fever, and the dizziness, he can feel the love radiating off Alec and through their bond. And it smoothes out the worst edges. Alec's presence doesn't make everything good, but every moment so much better.

"I love you, Alexander," he whispers.

"I love you, too," Alec replies and sends him a kiss through the air that lands like a weightless butterfly on his lips. Magnus closes his eyes, and the last conscious thought he has before he slides into sleep is that fake heats aren't all that bad if you spend them with the man you love.

#malec fandom #malec fic #malec fanfic #malec fanfiction #omegaverse #omega magnus bane #alpha alec lightwood #alpha beta omega #past abuse #infertility #heat

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.22

Channeling his outer age instead of his inner, Lance let his manners go out the window somewhere after his third glass of wine. Each glass was technically two glasses, so now he had a nice pleasant buzz going on as he sat on his kitchen counter with Blue. He’d totally been a “Debby Downer”, and if he wasn’t kind of still having a slightly premature midlife crisis, he would have invited Hunk over to hang with him and Keith... Right. Like he could do that. What was he supposed to tell Hunk if he suddenly like sneezed and turned into a bat? God... What if he couldn’t jerk off anymore and what if he turned into a bat when he tried? Wait... when was the last time he tried to jerk off? Fuck... He couldn’t remember.

“Laaaaance? Are you even fucking listening?”

Keith looked grumpy, glaring at the pizza base before him. Keith wasn’t quite ready for the whole pizza from scratch experience, so Lance had grabbed a few bases much to the disgust of Hunk

“Sorry. I completely zoned out. What’s up?”

“I asked you what the hell I’m supposed to do with this thing?”

Keith had barely spread the sauce across the base. Trying to get the woodfired oven on had been the easiest part of the whole ordeal. Keith really loved setting shit on fire. Shiro was now in even deeper shit over the things he hadn’t taught his brother, and for apparently raising an anger loaf that was also a pyromaniac

“You want to put about twice the amount of sauce on the base. Then you put the cheese on. You gotta put the cheese on the bottom because it’s like the glue that sticks your toppings down”

Keith reached out, plucking the wine glass out of Lance’s hand

“No more until you’ve had dinner”

“But...”

“Nope. If I have to cook, you have to tell me what the fuck I’m doing”

Ugh. Stupid Keith. He was ruining Lance’s budding buzz. Scooching Blue away, Lance slid himself off the counter, to move behind Keith

“Now what are you doing?”

Rolling his eyes at the hunter, Lance grabbed the squeezie bottle of pizza sauce around him

“I told you. You need more sauce. Here, I’ll squeeze and you spread”

“Don’t day that again?”

“What? Squeeze and spread?”

Keith huffed at him in annoyance. This was probably the closest they’d been in their human forms. Keith was between his arms, his heart was racing, as Lance teased him by standing right behind him

“That. You’re supposed to be the mature one here”

“Ah, young grasshopper. I’m slightly, a bit, maybe, tipsy. And I may also sound like a douche right now, but Shiro should have taught you how to make pizza. How do you live in Rome, and not know how to make a damn pizza? I feel like someone in Italy just died”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Yep. But you asked what to do. Spread he sauce across the base, then add the cheese”

Squeezing the bottle too hard, the lid popped off, sauce going pretty much everywhere in the immediate radius

“You did that on purpose?! Can’t you just be normal?!”

Keith saw red, Lance stepping out of his personal space with his hands up in surrender

“I swear that wasn’t on purpose. Take your shirt off, I’ll put it in to soak”

“There’s washing machine...”

That there was. But Lance hadn’t said to strip and chuck his shirt in the wash

“I know that. That’s why I said I’d put it in to soak”

“I know how to soak a shirt. Whatever. This is pointless.. You can’t even take this seriously”

Lance’s mood began to fall. He hadn’t meant to piss Keith off. He’d honestly squeezed too hard by accident... Now he felt like a dick. Drunk Lance was a tad obnoxious

“You’re right. I can’t even control how hard I squeeze a plastic bottle, how am I supposed to teach you anything when I’m like this? Go put your shirt in to soak, I’ll clean this up”

“What... but...”

“You don’t have to pretend Keith. It’s fine. For the foreseeable future it’s your home too. You don’t have to go along with the things I say. I thought it might be fun, but I messed it up. I’ll be in my office for the rest of the night. Make sure you eat. Don’t worry about the mess... I’ll deal with it when I’ve calmed down”

Whatever that was, Keith was kind of sure he’d been the one who’d messed up. He’d thought Lance was genuinely mocking him when he stood behind all weirdly, and popped the bottle of pizza sauce everywhere. He’d made pizzas with Shiro before, but those had the sauce and cheese already on the base, and he wasn’t actually that keen on pizzas that seemed to swim in sauce. He wasn’t even really that mad about his shirt, considering it was black. They’d kind of had a moment where he thought things might be okay. He’d noticed Lance frowning at his wine glass, and thought dragging him out of his thoughts was the right thing to do. Now he’s gone and fucked up. Lance had fled from him.

Staring at the sauce, Keith nodded to himself. Lance might think he hated him, and he didn’t want that... not that he liked Lance, but they were stuck together and the man seemed pretty high strung, despite the way he was acting. He could totally make pizza for dinner... Alone. Unsupervised. He wasn’t some kid who knew nothing. The toaster had totally eaten his toast and was to blame went it went up in flames. He could do this. He was going to do this and Lance was going to eat pizza because fuck him and his overdramatic arse.

Scraping the sauce onto another base, Keith left a trail of mess as he figured things out. He didn’t know what herbs went on pizza, yet he didn’t have to when the herb jars came labelled and one conveniently said “Pizza Herbs”. Herbs were spilt, Blue leapt up to eat the cheese and diced ham that went the same way as the herbs. He didn’t know how Lance felt about garlic, but a few cloves wound up on both their pizzas all the same. Yeah. He could totally do this. His skill left much to be desired, but Keith was quietly proud as he slid both pizzas into the oven... both way too loaded, with toppings that’d slid into the middle as he moved them.

Waiting until it looked done, Keith had nothing else to do but play with Blue. She was cute, and she didn’t seem to have the same attitude as her owner. Licking sauce off her paw, her little tongue poked out as Keith interrupted her grooming by wiping his hand over the crumbs on the bench, knocking some onto the floor in his attempt to “clean up”. Maybe he should get a pet? Something to wait for him when he got home... He wouldn’t mind a cat like Blue, secretly feeling black cats were the best despite what people might say with their silly superstitions. Distracted by Blue and the crumbs, Keith swore as he smelt something burning, Blue jumping off the counter and running out the kitchen as if he’d insulted everything she’d held dear by semi-yelling “fuck!”.

The pizzas weren’t cremated. Slightly black around the edges, with the cheese in the middle kind of weirdly unmelted but golden enough to pass as done. He didn’t need Lance to tell him what to do. He’d done it all by himself, like the 26 year old man he was. Now all he had to do was plate up... after he reclaimed his pizzas from the oven. Shiro always did them in a normal oven, pulling the pizza out by the side of the crust, having pushed them further back, Keith didn’t fancy getting burned on the flat metal trays built into the wood oven. His go to were tongs... succeeding in ripping the crust, meaning he had to try pull them out by hand... burning his fingertips as he did. That didn’t matter. He’d proved Lance wrong by creating two edible pizzas and he was pretty damn proud. Keith wanted to try out his new camera to photograph his kitchen triumph, but he also wanted to wait until after dinner when he could crash out on the lounge and explore its features properly...

Keith came to a stop, realising what he’d been thinking. He was... first he called this place “home”, now he was making plans to spend the evening binging horror movies as he played with his camera... He was far too comfortable here... What would Lance think if he made himself at home? Would be happy? Or would he be interrupting Lance’s night by taking over the TV? Lance wasn’t in a great place... Crap. What if he’d turned back into a bat? Would he be mad if Keith ate his pizza? Maybe if he cut them up and served them on two plates in the living room, it wouldn’t be weird for Keith to eat Lance’s share? If he was a bat, he could sit on the coffee table and nibble around the edges... Shit... The hunter’s hand itched to grab his phone out so he could call Shiro for help... Buuuuut... Shiro would be cranky if he called him over the best way to casually rub Lance’s face in the fact he’d made dinner. His brother might not even believe he’d been the one who cooked... Fuck. Okay. He could do this. It was pizza night with Shiro, only Lance was Shiro, and he wasn’t that great of a stand in... but the principle of the night was the same. Beer, pizza, horror movies...

Setting up things in the living room, Keith pulled up Netflix, leaving the remote conveniently close. He’d moved Lance’s glass of red wine and blood next to one of the pizzas, and uncapped his beer beside his own. Trying to cut through the slices with the pizza cutter hadn’t worked, just like those stupid wheels never worked the other hundred times he’d tried. Running his fingers through his hair, he felt king of nervous. He wanted to do a nice thing, kind of... Plus he hadn’t destroyed Lance’s kitchen in the process, so that definitely earned him extra brownie points. Now he just had to disturb Lance and hope he wasn’t about to be attacked for doing so.

Knocking on Lance’s office door, the vampire didn’t even acknowledge his presence. Slightly miffed that Lance was being so petty, he threw it open and succeeding in scare the crap out of him. Leaning back in his chair, Lance had some weird green goo covering his face, his ears covered with headphones... or rather, that’d been the way it’d been before he’d scared Lance badly enough he’d fallen out of his chair

“Jesus! What the hell, man?!”

Stifling a laugh, Keith sucked in his lips, Lance collecting himself up as he slid his headphones down. It was time to drop that bomb

“I made dinner”

Lance pursed his lips, brow wrinkled as he paused pushing himself up

“You should come grab something to eat. We’re having dinner in front of the TV”

Lance tilted his head to the left. The position he was in didn’t look comfortable

“You made dinner?”

“You don’t need to sound so shocked”

“But I messed things up”

“Not everything revolves around your actions. Whatever. You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to”

“What? No. Dude. I mean... I didn’t think... You cooked?”

Lance didn’t seem as impressed as Keith had hoped, he seemed more dubious over the quality of the food. Now Keith felt kind of annoyed he’d mentally made a big deal of it

“Pizza, beer, and movies... Shiro and I tried to do it when we could”

“You and Shiro cooked?”

Keith wished he had something he could throw at Lance. He didn’t need to sound so damn shocked. Cross his arms, the hunter’s voice held the strong tone of a pout

“We’re not useless. It’s not that hard to put some stuff on a pizza and bake it. If you’re going to keep making a deal of it, then you can make your own dinner”

“I didn’t say you were useless. I’m surprised seeing I was a total dick”

“You weren’t a dick. I thought you were making fun of me until I remembered that you can’t actually control your strength that well at the moment, not that the wine helped. I’m heading back to the living room, you do whatever you want”

“Dude, I’m totally there. Give me a tick to wash this stuff off, then I’ll be all good to go”

That right there was why he couldn’t keep up with Lance. That sudden change in upward mood wasn’t something he was used to. Most hunters had seen too much shit to be that happy, ever. Now his whole damn face was lit up, like Keith had given him some great gift. Fucked if Keith knew what it was meant to be, and fucked if he was going to waste brain power figuring it out.

Heading back to the living room, Keith flopped down on the sofa with a satisfied groan. Blue watching it his every move judgmentally from her spot on the tv cabinet as Keith forced himself up to retrieve his pizza and his beer, slumping back then noticing the remote laying on the table, the bastard out of reach. Keith rubbed at his face with his right hand, before leaning forward again to snag the remote. There wasn’t anything in particular he had in mind, more after background noise so fill in the gaps when Lance clammed up. Keith could see it now. He’d ask, Lance would say “after dinner”, then the chance to talk would slip away. Sliding out a piece of ham, Blue came flying, straight up into Keith’s lap with both paws on his leg as she craned upwards for the tasty treat

“Don’t tell you father”

“Don’t tell me what? Blue, are you conning food out again?”

Blue was on her third tiny square of ham as Lance shuffled in, he’d changed into his pyjamas, slippers scuffing on the wooden floor

“What was that?”

“I heard you telling her not to tell”

“Oh. She’s allowed ham, isn’t she?”

Keith couldn’t remember if it was cats or dogs who weren’t supposed to have ham

“Just a little bit. Wow, it looks good”

Keith went with the topic change, it was best to let Lance think he had his guard down

“Of course it does, I made it myself”

“You must have had a great teacher. What are we watching?”

“I was thinking something horror. Shiro and I like to point out everything they got wrong”

“Now you sound like Pidge. We only watch the b-grade stuff because Hunk gets scared”

Lance sidestepped his way between Keith and the coffee table, Keith realising he hadn’t put much space between them as he’d given his new camera a whole cushion space to itself

“Does Hunk gets scared often?”

“He has a healthy fear of everything that he needs to. He’s the biggest ball of warm feels in existence”

Lance sat himself down carefully, avoiding dropping down and causing Keith’s pizza to slide

“No one can be that nice”

“Hunk is. He would have come home tonight with me if I’d let him. He’s like chronically stuck in care bear mode. No one can be mad at Hunk, it’s like physically impossible”

Keith didn’t buy it. Everyone had that point they reached when all that was left was anger

“There had to be a time he got mad...”

Lance nodded as he leaned forward to grab his plate of pizza and what was left of his wine

“Yeah. But never without good reason, and he always faces his fears. He’s not too bad with spooky movies, but when you get into in the TV shows, he gets jumpy. Out of respect, we don’t watch a lot of squeamish things, you know, those movies they make filled with bloody scenes purely to have bloody scenes. I have so much respect for him”

Lance truly loved his friends. Keith could hear it in his words as plainly as he could see it on his face

“And Pidge?”

“She’d set the world on fire with a smile if you messed with her or anyone she loved. She’s fierce, but amazing. She’s like a super hacker, and she’s never met a piece of tech she hasn’t been able to make her bitch”

It must be nice to have friends like that. Friends that had your back for no reason other than the fact you were friends. Keith couldn’t say he knew that feeling, always feeling on the outside as everyone else moved on without him. He’d worked with other hunters, and had classes and training with other hunters, yet still felt insignificant. It scared him to think about what they’d say about him.

Lance settled back, elbowing him playfully as he did

“This really does look good. I didn’t mean to get sauce everywhere. I kind of lost it for a bit when I got back to my office. Now, if we’re watching some bad horror movie, please don’t pick anything with vampires. They always get it wrong”

“You’re not bloodsucking monsters that turn to ash in the sun?”

“Nope. Some of us are. I don’t”

Keith raised an eyebrow

“You don’t, what?”

“Turn into ash. I can see my reflection. I think maybe a stake to heart might kill me off, but I’m not 100 percent sure”

“You can walk around in the sun?”

“I can sun bake and everything. Plus, no sparkles bitches”

God’s love was found in the light. Vampires were supposed to be turn to dust because God had turned his back on them. Keith was a little dubious over the whole thing, but exorcists did exist, so there had to be something there

“I thought you’d love to be all sparkly”

“Nah. It’d draw too much attention. Younger me, maybe. Current me, not so much”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m old and cranky. I want to live as normally as possible. I don’t want to turn into a damn disco ball when all I want to do is enjoy a little bit of sun”

This guy had to be an idiot. Keith forcing himself not to gape. He wanted information on vampires, and now Lance had turned off his filter completely

“What else did they get wrong?”

“I firmly believed the whole “bat thing” was wrong until I went and turned into one. Garlic doesn’t really do much. I can eat human foods, but after about half an hour I need to use the bathroom. Blood... bags are good. I mean, I prefer them over anything fresh. As far as I know we don’t survive being burned to death, I know there’s a myth about turning into a bat and grave soil, but I’ve never tried it. Wounds we give ourselves sometimes take much longer to heal than something like being stabbed. Being immortal sucks arse. They got the rage and ego bit right. Silver’s not terrible. I show up on camera... I have super human senses, and can move faster than you’d think... I don’t know. I don’t think I want to know either”

Keith did. He wanted to know everything when it came to a human who’d been turned. He wanted to understand what Adam had been through in his final hours

“I do”

Lance raised his eyebrow at him, Keith wondering he’d been sprung for pushing him to talk

“I think you’d know more about being a vampire than I would. I was never one for clans and covens. I’ve met other vampires and honestly, they scared me. The first time I saw a vampire feed on a human pet, I threw up. The way they treated people... I couldn’t do it. Vampires have egos. Feeding that ego is a dangerous game. I know I’m probably not the only one who’s trying to live as normally as possible, but it makes it hard to reach out to anyone when they’re mostly douches. Werewolves are kind of the same, except it’s all about how strong they are. There’s pack leaders, but that’s only because that’s a human concept. There’s no alpha leader, instead there’s a pack leader. Some dick that always thinks they’re the greatest thing since the invention of the wheel. It’s fucked up and enough to drive you mad if you spend too long in that world”

Krolia had spent years in that world. Keith hadn’t even known what a legacy was when Shiro showed up in his life. He’d been a burden all his life since the death of his father. Shiro had opened a whole new world to him, had given him a home and a purpose to exist. They might not be biological brothers, but being biologically related to someone didn’t necessarily make them family. Family was something you built, sometimes from absolutely nothing at all. He didn’t know how to talk to his mother any more than he knew how to talk to Lance. For Krolia her duty always came first...

“Can I ask you something?”

“I thought we were past that”

“How did you get turned?”

Lance sighed heavily

“That’s not a great topic of conversation”

“I imagine it’s not... but...”

“You want to understand what happened to Adam. What he went through. I can’t tell you that. Only that he’s in a better place”

“He’s dead”

Nothing happened why you died... Keith couldn’t say he was convinced over this heaven and hell stuff...

“I’d rather be dead than risking the lives of those I love. Turning... it brings up a lot of memories that won’t leave me alone. Some humans take the turn willingly and I can’t for the life of me think why. Maybe if they had a kind sire, and you know, they had like absolutely no choice and I don’t know... but... it’s hard to talk about. Ten out of Ten would not recommend. I guess that makes me like that 1 dentist that never recommends shit”

Keith groaned deeply, dropping his head back and staring at Lance

“Why do you always do that? Deflect like that to humour?”

“Because some things are so fucked up thay if you don’t laugh you’re gonna fucking cry. It’s my unhealthy coping mechanism, like some people have smoking”

“It’s annoying. It makes it hard to like you”

Lance beamed at him, Keith had the feeling he was being mocked again

“Aw man, you like me!”

“Go fuck yourself”

“Eh, too much like effort. Who needs sex when you’ve got pizza. Thanks for this. I think I needed it”

“You’re welcome, but you can still go fuck yourself”

Lance had the nerve to wink at him

“Only if you go first”

Keith blushed red, spluttering some kind of loud squeak before promptly shutting up. Lance could suck his metaphorical dick.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 4 years

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Beautiful In Your Skin

Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader, the other members of the BAU

Word Count: 1,406

Warnings: fluff, hating the way you look angst

request by @reminiscing-writer: Could you maybe do one where the readers eyes are like really (really) bad, but she only plucked up the courage to get them checked after she got w Spence, and because of her bad eyes, she has to wear glasses, but she only does so when she’s not around Reid. Cuz she’s like super self conscious about them and thinks she looks nerdy or old. (I got my glasses in today and I am no excited to wear them :/ need some courage lol)

Summary: You hate your new glasses, but Spencer makes you comfortable in your skin.

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me.

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Spencer is already at work which calms your nerves when you wake up. Living with him has been a nightmare for reasons not that common. He is such a great boyfriend, and you couldn’t have asked for a better person to live with. He is always so thoughtful not to wake you when he gets up to go to work (he likes to go in extra early to get more stuff done). He makes you laugh, and you’re always excited to go home with him after every day. The reason it’s a nightmare is because you can’t fucking see.

You’ve always had bad eyesight, but you’ve ignored it until recently when things started getting more blurrier and less focused. Without him knowing, you got contacts to use, and they work like a goddess… until you ran out. Your eyesight must have gotten worse with your corrected lenses which is why you have to wear the glasses that came in last night. It sucks not being able to see, but it sucks even more to wear glasses.

They make you look so dorky, and you’re afraid once Spencer gets a look at you with them on, he’ll no longer see you as attractive and kick you out of the apartment and his life. Now, the rational side of your brain tells you that he would never behave that way, and you know it’s right. However, your anxiety is telling you a completely different story, and you’re more inclined to listen to that side.

Everything around you is blurry, and you squint to try and see what is in front of you to prevent tripping and breaking something. Your hands were out in front of you like a zombie, desperate to cling onto something solid that won’t move or take you down with it. It’s a struggle to get dressed, but you manage to make it to the bus stop on time. There is no way you were going to drive with vision like yours. You took your glasses just in case, but you don’t plan on wearing them at all. Just pretend like everything is fine, and no one will suspect a thing.

Getting to work was a bit of a struggle, but you make it into the office with five minutes to spare. Spencer is already at his desk, and his face brightens when he sees you. He gets up and greets you, expecting a kiss from you. Thinking he was more to the right than he actually is, you miss his lips and end up planting on at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” he asks and pulls away.

“Yeah, fine,” you chuckle.

You reach up and grab his cheeks to make sure you know where he is and run your thumb over his bottom lip. Now that you have more confidence in yourself, you plant one on his lips and grin at yourself for getting it right.

“I love you,” you smile.

“I love you too,” he says with a bit of confusion.

You head over to your desk since there is a mountain of paperwork ahead of you. There is no case today, or at least, you hope not so you can put all of your energy into this one thing. Being out in the field with your vision is a bad thing, and then surely everyone will know you wear glasses. Instead, you’re glad that paperwork is calling your name.

The entire morning is spent filling out paperwork and placing them to the side for Hotch to review later. Spencer’s desk is right next to yours, so he has a good view of everything that you’re doing. When one file is done (not so neatly), you grab the stapler and puncture the edge. Since your vision is corrupted, you couldn’t see exactly where the staple ended up. Sometimes, half of the metal is sticking out of the side of the papers.

Spencer watches in confusion. You’ve never acted this way before, so why were you doing it now? When your pile of files got too big, you took the stack and headed over to Hotch’s office to drop them off. As you went to turn, you trip over the wheels of your chair, knocking it into your bag which exposes the contents. Not knowing your glasses were in full view of anyone who looks at it, you walk to the stairs. You actually miss the first step, and Spencer watches the entire ordeal. He is so confused until he looked at your bag. A lightbulb goes off in his head as he puts the pieces together.

Why weren't you wearing your glasses? When did you get glasses? Were you always wearing contacts? How come he didn't know this about you? Why were you trying to hide it? The straw that broke his back is when you bump into a concrete post and say, “excuse me”. When you enter Hotch’s office, he quickly snatches your glasses from your purse to bring it up later. He is going to get to the bottom of this mystery.

Turns out there is a case, but it came late due to poor judgment of Atlanta PD. They didn’t think they were dealing with a serial killer until more bodies started popping up, they finally requested the help of the BAU when they couldn't figure out who was doing it and why. As a favor to everyone else, you were cleaning up the briefing room to get it ready.

Spencer walks in the room just as you laid out the last file. JJ is out of the office because she’s sick, so you are going to present the case this time.

“Hey,” Spencer says softly.

“Hey,” you smile.

“I don’t know about you, but I think you need to wear these,” he states and holds up your glasses case.

You look up, but he’s too far away for you to see what’s in his hands. You don’t want to squint because then he’ll know you have terrible eyesight. He understands what you might be thinking, so he takes your glasses out of the case and places them on your face. Almost immediately, you turn away from him in embarrassment.

“What the hell are you going through my bag for?” you ask angrily and take off the glasses.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I noticed you stapling papers wrong and bumping into concrete posts and saying, ‘excuse me’. Y/N, why didn’t you tell me you needed glasses to see?”

“It’s none of your business,” you say with your back still turned to him.

“Please look at me,” he sighs. You comply and do as he asks but keep the glasses off. “Put on the glasses.”

“No,” you whisper.

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid you’ll leave me when you see how ugly I look with them on.”

“Do you really think that low of me? That I’ll do something like that?” he asks, clearly offended.

“No,” you sag your shoulders in defeat, “but my anxiety seems to think so. Spencer, I look dorky with these glasses on. I had contacts, but they ran out. I have to wear these until I get new ones.”

“I bet you look beautiful with them on.”

“Clearly you haven’t seen them on me.”

“Can I? It’s just the two of us here.”

“And what about when the rest of the team comes in? Derek always teases you based on how you look. Why wouldn’t he do the same to me?”

“Derek doesn’t mean any harm by it. And, if he does, I’ll tell him to stop. Please, Y/N. You can’t go on without your sight. It’s dangerous.”

“I know,” you sighed. Because there is no one else in the room, you decide to show him what you look like with them on. He’ll see it eventually, and you’d rather get it over with now. You put the glasses on, but you couldn’t look at him in fear of what might lie in his eyes.

“Oh wow,” he breathes softly.

“What?” you ask, deciding that it’s better to rip the band-aid off.

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to get more beautiful.”

It’s safe to say you never went back to contacts because Spencer made you feel beautiful in your own skin. You still think you look like a dork, but you’re Spencer’s dork which is all that matters.

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fe-husband-heaven · 5 years

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Top ten ((or 5)) heroes who will end someones whole career if they hurt their summoner Or.... A private 'one on one lesson' with M!Byleth please? From a fan who heard your wish Ps your amazing

rjdjdj Ngl, that one on one session sounds mad spicy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but the more husbands the marrier so I pick the Top 5 (For length reasons) but I'm adding 3 hee hee (ฅ`ω´ฅ)

+++I'm super weak to protective heroes nya-

In no specific order! Just whoever pops into my head first!

1. Grima:

I mean...C'mon..do I even have to say anything? Like, just breathing in the general vicinity of his summoner has Grima on red alert. You see, Grima is in one state and one state only when it comes to humans that aren't the Summoner.

And that state is: "People suck. Except for this one. I like this one. This one is mine. You are not them. Which means you suck. Die."

But when someone foolishly dares to harm the summoner, all bets are off. No one will even attempt to interfere, they can't, not if they don't want to be collateral damage. Grima will go absolutely feral and the dark suffocating aura radiating off of him is enough to bring the greatest of heroes to their knees.

The only thing that will bring him out of such a state is the complete decimation of the person who inflicted harm upon you, or your whimpers at the entire ordeal. He places you over everything else, no matter how much he wants to rip the offender limb from limb.

2. Ephraim:

You see, Ephraim is already looking for a chance to use Siegmund so when he's served a silver platter in the form of a hurt Summoner, he won't think twice about ripping into who ever was the perpetrator.

He's quite protective and it probably stems from his doting brother side but he is just a little wary of anyone you talk to, you don't fight so you're left completely defenseless. When he imagines what sort of fate might befall you, it nearly makes him want to abandon Renais and escort you wherever you go.

His confidence is not ill-placed, he certainly will eviscerate anyone who tries to hurt you, and he has full faith that he can stand up to any opponent. He'd want someone to do the same for Eirika if he were not present so when he sees that you have no elder sibling accompanying you in Askr, he feels his elder brother heart crack.

Those feelings are only heightened by the fact that he's fallen for you, he's plenty strong, so he's more than able to keep both his sister and his beloved, safe. Just stay by his side, he won't let anyone lay a finger on you.

3. Henry:

Those hexes aren't just for show! And he's more than eager to test them out! Especially, after they've given an ouchie to the Summoner.

Henry would just love to test out his most horrific spells, he doesn't think twice about using the most malicious hexes he can think of. And he'd test many all at once, only stopping when you ask it of him and even then he'll secretly slip in a couple more to ruin the others life.

Henry really likes you, and its 'cawse of that that he sticks to you so diligently. Henry isn't at all ashamed of showing his fondness, following you wherever you go so it's to no surprise to anyone that Henry reacts so strongly to you being hurt.

Also, after you get hurt, expect Henry to be everywhere you are. Oh you took a shower? You'll find him on your bed when you come out. A walk through the Askran garden? Don't be surprised if he's up in a tree conversing with his crow friends. He does see one silver lining though, and its that he now has a valid excuse to stick to you like glue nyaha

4. Alfonse:

Now you might be a little surprised. Yes, Alfonse can be overprotective but end someone's whole career? Yes. Yes he can. Did you see how he reacted when Bruno was falsely claiming he killed Zacharias? Yeah, he was going to strike him down for it, now imagine when someone hurts his other half.

You've gone and made him attached so he's going to do everything in his power to protect you. You're not even from Askr. You had no friends, no family, no one to count on when you first arrived so Alfonse couldn't help the mother hen instincts that wanted to keep you safe from harm.

If Alfonse could have his way then he'd probably keep you by his side 24/7, aside from his protectiveness, he also just enjoys your company. It's been a long time since he has allowed himself to accept someone into his life and he'll protect it at all cost. Though he wouldn't want to, if it meant ending the prospects of another's life for you, then so be it.

5. Jakob:

You see, you being hurt greatly upsets his liege which greatly upsets him but his unprecedented attachment to you only makes it worse! When you are hurt, it is as though Corrin them self has been harmed. He's already pledged himself to Corrin but he finds himself compelled to serve you too.

As such any harm to come to you is a failure on his behalf. And he absolutely will not hold back on the just punishment for the scoundrel who dared to lay their grubby hands on you.

Afterwards, he will surely tend to your every need as he allowed such a thing to happen in the first place. When you tell him that it is not at all his fault, he only doubles his efforts to taking care of you.

6. Dimitri:

You have shown him such kindness and did away with formalities that often stifled relationships with his friends that he cannot help but want to remain by your side. He quite adores your smile so to instead see such a pained expression, it is so...crushing.

When someone who gives so much selflessly is treated in such a way, he can't sit by and watch, he'll eliminate anyone who can be seen as your enemy. Anyone.

It's one of the few times that his demeanor changes completely, its almost frightening. We're Felix in Askr, he'd definitely remark about it being his true form. At the very least, Dimitri makes it very clear that you are off limits and any ill will towards you will be met with the tip of a lance.

7. Niles:

You see, the only one to inflict pain on you shall be him, and it'll be in the bedroom so he's not a fan of someone else trying to get in on the fun. He toys with whoever hurt you, a cat looking down at its prey. Whether physically or mentally, he'll ensure the suffering of the offender he can promise you that.

While he might have hated the idea of being at your every beck and call when he first arrived in Askr, now, he is more than happy in getting rid of vermin nipping at your heels.

He does think you would look good with a few chips but he'd like to be the one doing the breaking so all bets are off when someone else interferes~

His unsavory past gave him nothing but torment and abandonment issues but it did allow for various nefarious connections with the underground and information network that he intends to put to use against the little rat who will become his next meal.

Now then, you really should take better care of yourself, he'd be glad to show you how.

8. Ranulf:

Ranulf just radiates "I know shit." energy

And while abandoning his daily naps in your lap and purr inducing scratches behind the ear in favor of getting his hands dirty isn't what he'd call a fun time, he'd more than repay whoever hurt you for what they did.

It's such a hassle but he has claws and he isn't afraid to use him, especially when it comes to you. He's not one to hold grudges but you're the exception. If you don't want the claws, then don't mess with a cat's belongings.

Of course, don't expect him to leave you alone afterwards for a while. The whole ordeal is deserving of a few cat naps together, don't you think?

#fire emblem heroes #feh #fe heroes #grima #alfonse #ranulf #ephraim #dimitri #henry #niles #jakob #djdndn my mans #tbh half of the army is protective but i chose the best bois

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mufsies · 4 years

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Grazes

"Help me up?" Luka asked, brushing off his deeply grazed knees. Alix reached out a hand and pulled him to his feet, laughing at his extravagant pratfall from his skateboard to the floor.

"You need some more practice, buddy!" she exclaimed, beaming. It wasn't unlike Alix to make fun of Luka whenever they visited the skatepark together; it was part of what Luka enjoyed about it. Nathaniel called over, his forehead drenched in sweat. He had clearly been running, as it was visible through his orange and black tank top.

"Hey, you guys!" he laughed, playing along with the cheery scene. "Been a while, Luka. How's everything?"

Luka laughed and shrugged, pulling his own Jagged Stone tank from sticking to his chest.

"Look at my knees, you'll see," he breathed nonchalantly. Nathaniel cringed.

"Those look kinda bad, ya know. Maybe you should clean 'em up before you go again. I'll fetch your skateboard from the bottom of the pit."

Luka smiled sincerely. Nathaniel was always a concerned soul.

"Yeah... maybe."

The skatepark was always gorgeous at golden hour. The sun sparkled gently on the metal railings as people slid along them. During summer, especially, when people were out later that 10 o'clock, it felt so peaceful, so elegant. Real.

Luka found himself zoning out, his knees and palms barely concerning him anymore as the scenery entranced him. Before he could realise, he was on the floor and leaning on his hands. Luka looked up. Adrien.

Adrien was on the pavement with him, dazed and blank. He'd fallen to his knees and shred through the skin on the rough concrete. Luka let out a long breath, which he hadn't realised he was holding.

"Hey, Adrien. What're you doing out? I thought your father was super strict."

"Oh, dont worry about it. Just... getting some air."

Luka remained unconvinced as Adrien stood up sheepishly, trying to ignore the gravel embedded in his skin.

"Would you like to come back with me? I assume you aren't actually allowed to be out, so you can stay the night at mine."

"Oh, no! You do-"

"Please, I insist."

By the time they arrived at the riverbank, the sun was almost set. Since Adrien didn't have a skateboard, they walked together. Slowly, because at that point, both of them were cut up pretty bad. A peaceful walk.

The sky was now a deep blood orange, coating the world in shades of mystery. The rays dangled on Adrian's features, highlighting the melancholic shine in his eyes. Though he wouldn't admit it, likely ever, Luka thought the setting suited him. A lonesome boy sitting at the rivers edge, contemplating every next choice as it comes. As he thought through all of the different agles of his little fanatsy, an idea came to mind.

"This would be a great place for a photoshoot, don't you think?" he questioned innocently, stopping for a moment to admire the reflection of the river.

Adrien paused. This was what he was afraid of. He left to escape that whole ordeal, just for a few hours. To be a truly normal person, inside and out. Now, he knew that wherever he went, he couldn't, because everyone saw him as what he was on screen.

Adrian found himself beginning to exhaust, staggering back a few paces. Luka halted immediately, concerned when he reached for the wall beside the riverbank.

"Is it the heat?" he pressed, more urgent than before. Adrian didn't know how to respond. He certainly didn't want to open up. He could never tell Luka about the crushing weight of his father's expectations. His clothes were damp with sweat, from the heat and the stress, which stuck to him like glue.

Before he could object, Luka grabbed him by the wrist and hauled it over his shoulder.

"When we get in, I'll run you a cold bath. Juleka's gonna be happy to see you, Adrian. She won't expect it."

The last little comment left Adrian smiling, even though he felt weak. It was nice that Juleka, whom he didn't talk to often, would enjoy seeing him unexpectedly. He looked forward to it.

By the time they had reached the boat, Luka was exhausted, too. Partly carrying someone his weight half the way home wasn't something you wanna do in decent weather, let alone in such blazing heat. He trudged down the stairs into the living room and let go of Adrian.

"What are you doing here, Adrian?" she inquired, scooching forward ever so slightly on the couch. She silenced herself when he realised how they both looked: hot, sweaty, and possibly slightly ill with cuts and bruises. Luka, upon further inspection, was much more concerning when she considered the scrapes along his palms and elbows.

"Were you both attacked on the way home or somethin'!? Good God, you look like your town was pillaged!" Luka's and Juleka's mother abruptly interrupted their pathetic, one sided conversation.

"I was at th... the skatepark... and bumped into A-Adrian on the way. We both fell over..." Luka barely managed to speak, hand on the doorframe for support. He so desperately wished to explain the full story, but he didn't have it in him. If he wasted any more enegy on talking, he migh've passed out.

"Well, I'll let you sort yerselves out then. Capable?" she concluded, hands on her hips. Luka nodded assuredly and stood up properly. Adrian remained completely silent, tired and slightly embarrased. He could only really think, hope, that no one would bring up his father again.

When they let go of eachother a few moments later, Adrain was both relieved amd disappointed. On the one hand, it was too hot to cope with another person's body heat. On the other, Luka's skin on his was a nice feeling; one he didn't recieve often. Despite the midnight temperature spike, he felt cold.

"Here," Luka suddenly announced. "all yours."

Adrian accepted the glass he was generously offered. The liquid was almost opaque- it was clear that it had been in the fridge.

"Mom keeps it in the fridge, cause its nicer," Luka clarified, smiling through nausea.

"Your mother is a genius."

A long, awkward, nerve inducing silence followed. It was so quiet that Adrian could hear his heartbeat in his chest. It was rythmic, off beat. His stomach was beginning to tighten with the tension, like it was linked. Adrian's heartbeat began to quicked when he noticed Luka glancing at him- it was painful in an unrecognisable kind of way. The way you can't describe, but only feel. Evidently, it showed on his face, as Luka nudged him in the shoulder.

"Are you doing okay? You don't look so great," he whispered, fearing that he might somehow hurt Adrian if he spoke any louder.

"Yeah, yeah... are you? I mean, you're kinda pale, so I-"

"Don't stress yourself with explaining. I'm not your father."

There it was again. He couldn't say anything, lest Luka catch on and start asking more questions. Instead, he stayed quiet about it and placed his empty glass on the desk above him. He let his head fall on the bedsheets behind it, surprised that they were the coldest thing he'd touched all day.

"Oh, wow. Luka, come try this," Adrian urged, slightly more satisfied.

Luka didn't want to move. He was comfortable on the wall, sitting on the floor next to the bathroom. Besides, if he moved, he'd be further away from where he could go if he got sick. He was so, so nauseous.

" I... nah, I'm good here. Thanks, though."

As a distraction, Luka checked the time on his phone. 11:30pm.

"We should go to bed, ya know. Its already half 11," Luka suggested adamantly, hoping Adrian would take. He thought that maybe he could sleep off the sickly feeling at the top of his throat and forget about it in the morning. Adrian didn't look like he wanted do budge. "Don't ya think?"

Without meaning to, Luka's voice quivered with a pleading tone. It was fragile to the point where even Adrian's oblivious ass picked it up. He lifted his head and turned out his eyebrows.

"You're paler than before," he stated blankly, "I think you should cool off more. Have a bath- no, shower. Its better for if you're gonna pass out, so you don't drown."

Luka was overly surprised by Adrian's manner. He shouldn't have been, his only role model for anything, really, being his father. Coupled with his friend list being slim to none until a few months ago, it was bound to have an imact on how he reacted in certain situations.

Luka was hardly finished with his inner monologue when he heard the door open next to him. The shower was soon turned on and Luka was getting out of his shirt.

"Adrian?"

"Uhh, yeah?"

"Could you... uhh..."

Luka hesitated.

"Could you stay in here? Just so if I faint, I'm with someone."

Adrian smiled thankfully. He patted Luka's bare shoulder and squeezed it.

"I was gonna suggest the same thing."

The boys shared a brief but meaningful moment where they totally understood each other and how they felt, even if they didn't umderstand why they felt that way. Luka was the first fo shy away, his cheeks morphing into a shade of pastel pink under feverish skin.

"So, I'm only half undressed-"

"Shit! Sorry."

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Adrian handed Luka a towel through the curtain, briefly brushing their fingers together. There was a flash of invigorating electricity that surged through both of them and Adrian swiftly retracted his hand. Luka wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out, ruffling his soaked hair.

There were no words to describe how Adrian felt in that moment. Luka stepped out onto the floor with only a towel on, dripping wet and fresh. His chest and stomach sheened in the hard light, his features sharpened like steel. Adrian could tell that he was feeling much better.

"You wanna go next?" Luka asked, hoping for a pleasant note to end off such a tedious and unpleasant night. Adrian didn't reply for a long while, trying to hide his face, hued red. Luka felt the elipses loom over him as he stood, the water down his back slowly evaporating.

He touched Adrian's shoulder hesitantly, hoping for his attention. Adrian turned slowly, bronze in the light.

Their eyes caught and held for a long while, caught in eachother's trap. Unexpectedly, Adrian's breath hitched and halted, nervous beyond compare. He looked away and covered his mouth with wide eyes. It was then that he really saw the gravity of the situation.

Gently, Luka moved his hand towards Adrian's face from a distance, trying to find a way to reach him. Adrian flinched. Tears filled his eyes, and with stress and frustration, he cried.

'I'm not meant to feel like this.'

'I'm not meant to be here.'

'What am I doing?'

'Fuck!'

Adrian choked on his confusion, leaving it to Luka to help him out. He sunk down the wall and withheld his hand from Luka's.

"Adrian," Luka soothed patiently, understanding perfectly well how he felt. He thought back to when they were at the docs together. He told himself he wouldn't trouble Adrian with it; he was wrong.

Luka cupped Adrian's face and muffled his silent sobs almost immediately with a hand pressed gently underneath his chin.

"Your knees are still pretty messed up. We should deal with that," Luka continued.

"Yeah."

#adrien agreste #luka couffaine #lukadrien #miraculous #wholesome #Angst #Fanfiction

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ruvatia · 6 years

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Of course! Also please note though that most of these is how I used to comfort friends that had panic attacks and they were all different people with different needs when being calmed down. Though the universal thing; deep breaths!Also most of the paladins use pet names when they become an item w someone i’m convinced fight meThis turned out pretty long so it’s on a read more!

SHIRO

You were on your way back from talking to some leader on a planet that Voltron had just freed, telling them about the alliance with other civilizations across the universe.

As you reported in some galra prisoners escaped and obviously tried shooting you down because they thought you were in their way

They were taken care of quickly but the adrenaline of battle after you had managed to stay out of their line of fire kinda backfired

Your ship stopped moving, and that immediately alerted Shiro

He connected to you and heard noises too close to hyperventilation, and immediately started talking to you through your comms

“Hey, I’m sure you can hear me somewhere in there. Look, baby you’re going to be just fine, I’m right here beside you and I’m going to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again, okay?”

His lion is right in front of your craft, he’s too afraid of suddenly grabbing the ship with his lion and causing the movement to shock you even more than this whole ordeal already has

He keeps repeating things like “you’re going to be okay, take deep breaths, you’re doing great” and calling you pet names, “baby” usually because he doesn’t usually call you anything else other than your name

But he knows that you’re pretty weak to pet names and you told him once that it made you happy to know that you were his so he uses pet names only when he either really feels it or when he really needs to

The moment you’re back on the ship together he sticks to you like glue unless you tell him to give you some breathing space

Shiro loves you baby ;)))

KEITH

You were on your way back from checking something outside of the castle after a battle, and unfortunately some galra ships came back

You rushed inside your ship but you were trembling so much that you couldn’t get yourself back into the castle

The paladins took care of their enemies quickly and Keith was talking to you the entire fight through your comms

“You’re going to fine, I’m not going to let these shitheads lay a single finger on you. Just stay there I’ll be there as fast as I can. I’ll be there right by your side soon, I promise.”

The moment that he’s close enough to your ship he gets out of his lion and hops onto your ship, though you’ve closed the door because you’ve retreated to a fetal position in your chair

Keith knocks a few times, telling you to let him in but then he remembers how scared you are

He presses his forehead on the ship and speaks softly to you over the comms

“I’m here, I’m right here. If you’d just let me in I’d hold you and I won’t let go until you tell me to, no matter what happens to me. Please, let me in. I just want to help you out.”

When you do manage to open the door, Keith throws off his helmet and hugs you tight, whispering softly to you until you’re breathing is calmer

he strokes your hair too, hoping that it calms you the same it calms him (he’s never asked but you’ve never said anything about it, so he keeps doing it)

Back at the castle he insists that you sleep together for a few days, he was scared because he almost lost you, even if he’d never say it out loud but you figured it out p quickly

LANCE

After hearing your unsteadly breath on the other side of the line, Lance immediately starts humming to you

First starts off singing something dumb like despacito or havana just to catch your attention, but after you call out his name he brightens up

“Hey! Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah, that’s me. Hey, babe I know you’re not feeling too swell, but look, you’ll be home soon and I’m here for whatever you need until you get back here, yeah?”

He becomes the weirdest jukebox until the fight is over, and immediately rushes to your side when Voltron disbands

Before grabbing your ship with his lion he communicates with you through the comms, letting you know exaclty what he was doing.

“Hey baby, we got rid of the baddies, and uh, I’m going to have red here take your ship back to the castle okay? I don’t want to startle you, but your breathing sounds a little better to me and I’m so, so proud of you for holding on for so long. Look, focus on my voice and not the weird shaking okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can baby, just hold on a little longer.”

Doesn’t shut up until you’re both back at the castle and he’s running from his lion to your ship, somehow having the door open for him and you hug him back.

“Thank god you’re okay.”

HUNK

The moment Hunk can hear your odd breathing pattern or a whimper from you, he asks you if you’re okay.

When you don’t answer, or when you let out a very shaky “no”, like Lance Hunk can’t shut up until he’s beside you

“Hey, hey baby listen to me, okay? We’re gonna do what we usually do and I’m going to talk your ear off until you get so annoyed you’re distracted from your panic attack to tell me off. So let’s start.”

He talks about everything and anything, and most of the time it starts with his most recent dream or recipe.

It really does keep going until he’s beside you, his arms around you and his voice soft in your ears instead of over the comms

He refuses to let you go until you’re all cozy and comfortable, reluctant to go take a shower because all that fighting obviously tired the hell out of him

You fall asleep together in your room, unfortunately losing hunk to dreamland but that’s okay, his sleeping face and steady breathing helps you regain your calm

When he wakes up and realizes he fell asleep before you he tries to make up for it

PIDGE

No matter how much time passes, Pidge is still a little awkward when dealing with your panic attacks

She theoretically knows what it is and what will calm it, a few hours of research and some description of what you feel when you’re going through helped her but

She’s known for being brash and is aware that things can often come out wrong with her

So the first thing she says to you is obviously to calm down and take deep breaths, but after such words yield no results because you’ve heard them so many times

She starts stressing herself

Of course Pidge is someone that can perform well even under stress but that stress is usually from others

it’s a little different when the source of stress is herself

She’s a little more hasty-- reckless to get to your side, and every passing second is one that your spend tormenting yourself and she hates that, her favorite thing is when you’re happy

When she finally gets a chance she makes her way to you, and she doesn’t know what to say so she just hugs you tight, to remind you that she’s here, she’s real and she’s all yours

maybe shushes you softly and pets your hair, and the way she kinda crushes you in the hug helps you snap back to reality

when your shaking stops and your breathing becomes steady again it’s your turn to comfort her though, she was hella scared that something worst would happen

#voltron scenarios #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #shiro x reader #takashi shirogane x reader #shiro scenario #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #keith scenario #lance x reader #lance mclain x reader #lance scenario #hunk x reader #hunk garett x reader #hunk scenario #pidge x reader #katie holt x reader #pidge scenario #Anonymous

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sonnenstola · 6 years

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thoughts about today’s episode under the cut!

okay usually i try and keep these somewhat chronological so i’m gonna try to stick to that with this too-- forgive me if i go off on a tangent or two. but this was the first truly eugene centric episode in a while ( i don’t really count btcw ) and it was nice to finally see some development happen within him and get in his head!

the episode starts with him essentially rescuing his friends from an angry pack of slayerwolves ( why they were being chased, i’d love to know ), and it was nice to see him be recognized for how smart he is! he knew how to use what he had and his surroundings to confidently fend off the wolves and get his friends moving again! and to see the group come together and show him some appreciation for it was super refreshing to see. he’s excited to be able to show off and utilize these skills he’d picked up on his years of adventuring in the wild.

this swells his head a bit, sure, but at least we know that the arrogance stems from insecurity. while we often see him irritable and all that jazz, it was a bit much this episode. and i love him and all his dramatics, don’t get me wrong! i understand that it was meant to show how put off he was by adira upstaging him and his feeling replaced within the group as the ‘expert’ but at a certain point i had my face in my hands trying to ward off the secondhand embarrassment. this isn’t to say i felt as though it were out of character, as i think it was all very eugene, i just personally would have liked a break or two from his being constantly high-strung. and there might be, it might just be me focusing on him subconsciously while i watch.

i liked that he didn’t turn the whole ordeal into ‘you guys are taking her side instead of mine!!’ and whined about it or get super upset with his friends or rapunzel when they decided adira was more fit to lead them through the forest. yes, he got butt hurt and it took him a while to accept that she was the better lead, but he never made it a genuine conflict between himself and the group. instead he just kept pushing and trying to stay in charge and in the right.

but when he gets separated and finds adira, he knows to hand the reins over to her because it was his friends at risk. there’s no fight, just him passing the baton over so that his friends had a chance at getting out of the forest of no return. it’s refreshing to see him give genuine apologies to people outside of rapunzel.

now, on to ‘fish skin’-- eugene fitzherbert is officially the glue that holds the group together and if you think i didn’t get super emotional over this you’re dead wrong. he brings ‘laughter and warmth’ to the menagerie of characters within his friend group and oh my g o d he just wants what’s best for rapunzel and his friends and would do literally anything for them, as he has proven time and time again. even when they aren’t fully appreciative of him and his skills. i’m so glad adira was able to be like ‘listen you’re more than who you used to be’ because he needed someone to tell him that, someone outside of rapunzel.

other nice things from this episode:

‘eugene fitzherbert esquire navigator extraordinaire’ because i can’t believe this moron added MORE titles because now it’s like. ‘the honorable professor eugene fitzherbert esquire navigator extraordinaire’ and i think it’s a good example of how extra this guy is

when everyone tries to tell him to go with adira’s idea of just running across the field and he just takes a beat and ‘nope i know best’ before leaping into action

lance and his definitely one-sided crush on adira but also poor lance having to deal with so many spiders this season hasn’t he been through enough?

i would’ve liked to see rapunzel have more of a say in this episode, but i’m kinda glad it wasn’t a split raps/eugene centric episode again because eugene needed some of the spotlight for a bit.

the pupshrooms are my new favorite thing oh my gOD

eugene carries a sword and dagger with him and idk why i love this fact but i love this fact

#𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚐™ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ( ooc )#i love me a good eugene centric episode folks

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CODE: KRONOS Revived - PILOT

Revival of CODE: Kronos is back up now. Links and preview to pilot below. FFN and AO3.

"The past is never dead. It's not even past." - William Faulkner

THE NIGHT WAS QUIET.

Nothing this campus cop couldn’t handle. In fact, he much preferred it over the day shift. For a small yet exaggeratedly-prestigious university, most of the students didn’t really reflect that noble, bright-eyed attitude. Kids were kids, after all - dabbing their fingers away on their smartphones rather than drilling their brains on the next boring thesis.

The solitude in the medical faculty was quite a comfort to Benard with, of course, his phone to keep him company.

“-Although it has been only three years, there are still lingering scars in several countries, most notably China, from the worst bioterrorist disaster in history. H.E.L.I.X. Foundation’s contribution in biotech has been helping these countries recover from their ordeals. However, concern has risen over the last few weeks with recent rumors buzzing on the wide net about the China branch of the Foundation withholding vital information-”

The campus cop needed to hear a human voice. Something to break the stillness away and disperse the silly rumors his colleagues have been hearing on campus ground. The faculty building he was in wasn’t brand-new - only completed seven years ago. But there have been sightings inside the building. Scratch that, the whole island seemed to be stained with all sorts of superstitious gossip and nonsense.

The most laughable talk was seeing ghosts roaming around a few weeks ago. Benard and a few other staff brushed it off as a student’s stacking stress over the semester. Just last month, the college even put a handful of students on suspension for starting up those rumors in the first place. Hit by the ‘island fever’ that has been going around.

With a sigh, Benard sat back in his seat and drifted his eyes from the monitors to his phone. He had been debating which was more entertaining to watch: the black-n-white still images of empty halls or the monotonously-speaking anchorman repeating the same ole sentences since last week. Had it been an attractive woman instead, he’d stick to his smartphone like glue.

Benard still picked his phone. Who was going to slap him on the wrist for being bored from doing his job?

“Last Monday, USA Minister Domenic Moore of the Ministry of Health - one of the benefactors to the Foundation - has made a press conference to dismiss those claims and to discuss H.E.L.I.X. Research Institute’s latest development in artificial intelligence.”

The newsroom cut to a video clip, displaying what looked like the usual politician at a podium - a well-known figure from the USA’s Ministry of Health that rose up in the recent years.

“For many years,” the tall man in the suit spoke proudly. “Corporations like Umbrella have betrayed our trust. Creating lethal bioweapons for profit. It’s thanks to them, they have put that bad label on other pharmaceutical companies, making it difficult to win that trust back.”

What a yawn. It prompted Benard to let one out as he stretched his arms and back - he didn’t see on one monitor an injured man, leaving behind a trail of droplets before that person disappeared off-screen.

Benard finished rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes and continued watching his smartphone.

“H.E.L.I.X. Foundation was built on the ideals that companies shouldn’t exert exclusive control over a commodity during humanitarian crises. Coeus CO was the company that proposed that vision to the world. They were the founders who created a source of hope in the Inacio Isles.”

The scene changed again, this time showcasing familiar sights Benard had seen every day: from the structures of the university to the famous international research institute and ending with the capturing short clip of the whole island.

Benard's and many people's home - Cape Inacio.

“For fifteen years, they’ve worked to make this partnership a reality and they succeeded. Their insight? To-”

“To admit their faults and put everything in the past for a better, brighter future, yada-yada,” Benard recited exactly what the Minister said. It was a broken record. “Like I don’t hear that every day.” It was particularly the university’s catchphrase.

“Those online claims? They are from people who are afraid. People who want to strike fear. They are led by a cyberterrioist!”

Benard scoffed. “First, evil organizations. Now hackers. The conspiracies people cook up.” He leaned snugly back into his seat. “What’s next? Another pandemic?”

BAM!

“What the?!”

The sudden slap to his security booth almost made Benard fall off his chair. As quick as he could, he forced his feet down to stop his own hip from hitting the linoleum floor. His ears felt the sharp pain of the earbubs yanked out of them.

The color red smudged across the glass with a screeching sound - his small station had the typical window for him to oversee anyone walking through the security doors and into the laboratories. The amount of security they had on the campus was just on par with the one at H.E.L.I.X. Research Institute, all thanks to some ingenious high tech of the century. That was why Benard took his night shift so easy. There were only one or two people, besides him, inside the medical faculty accounted for.

He hurried out of his booth to notice a man - hunched down and greatly fatigued that he was using the walls for stability. The stranger didn’t seem to head for the exit but instead to the right hall.

Benard recognized the stranger’s face. Even down to the attire and glasses he saw the man wear a few hours ago. The campus cop had exchanged the usual hello and little chat-chit to him before the man had walked past the security booth.

“Mr Lee? H-Hey!”

Benard tried to help but the man in his fifties didn’t stop. He particularly pushed Benard’s offer of a hand aside and limped onwards. The Dean of the Bioscience school wasn’t his usual self - his suit was in a mess and his skin was white as a sheet. He was muttering to himself over and over again with deranged eyes.

“It’s a lie.”

“It’s all a lie.”

“Mr Lee!” Benard wasn’t sure what to do. His first thought was stopping him and getting him to sit down calmly while he’d call admin. After all, the smell of iron was so strong. He saw the deep wound on the dean’s shoulder. Someone had assaulted him.

Screw it. This was serious. Benard hurried back to his booth and fetched the landline phone off its receiver.

“Hello? This is security from the university. Yeah. Someone was attacked.”

He didn’t notice someone walking sluggishly down the hall.

Pitter-patter-pitter-patter went the bare feet. Slowly towards his booth. With a low, inhuman growl.

THUD!

Lee used every fibre in him to haul open his office door. It did hurt. The wound was so deep, he was feeling the aftereffects of blood loss. Yet, he pressed on, fueled with all sorts of emotions.

Fear. Rage. Sorrow.

McLenlan was right. If only he had listened to her.

We have been lying to ourselves.

They have been all too fixated on keeping this Pandora box closed for far too long.

A blond-haired woman in white sits in the dark, her face obscured by the shadows. Only the light reflected off the lens of her glasses.

Her ID badge, pinned to her breast pocket, bears the Foundation’s name, H.E.L.I.X., and half of her full name.

McLenlan.

Lee dug through the top drawer of his desk, fingers gripping on the thing he had sworn for. Its original intention was for self-protection.

He knew. One day this island would swallow him up whole. They would come after him if ever he would talk. He was, after all, just another pawn in the bigger picture.

Now, the handgun was given a new purpose.

Panting, almost delirious, he fell back into his seat, ignoring the red drops staining the black leather. He raised his head and glanced at his office door through blurry vision.

A figure stood there. Motionless. Almost like a ghost. Those brown eyes were so terribly sad and glossy. Beckoning him to come and confront the little black-haired boy.

Be happy again. There is no need to be in pain. Come and give your son a hug-

No, he thought to himself.

This was just another lie.

“The last outbreak and those before were times of uncertainty. But they were also times of great changes. If society is to emerge completely out of tragedy, then we must pull together more than ever. We cannot have our judgement be clouded because of online falsehoods in social media,” continued the politician, expressing his wide smile to the audience. Through the cop’s smartphone - now covered by blood splatter.

The landline phone draped down, a muffled voice on the other end calling out to the campus cop to respond.

The cop wasn’t in his booth anymore.

“This is not the time for misinformation and panic. This is the time for fact and hope. We have to move on and learn from our mistakes.”

During all of the interview, Lee made one final resolution in his office. He took one last look at the family photo on his desk - the wife who left him years ago and the little brown-eyed boy. He mentally prepared himself, biting down on the pain.

This was the only thing he could do - both as a way to stop it before it’d spread and as a cry for help.

The higher-ups wouldn’t be able to clean up this mess he would make.

He lifted the handgun to his head.

“-We will clear these doubts to the fullest intent! We are all in this together,” said Minister Moore with the utmost confidence. “Everything will just be a thing of the past.”

BANG!

The lid on the box came off.

#CODE: Kronos #revival #pilot #resident evil #fanfiction #RE #resident evil fanfiction #RE fanfiction #fanfic #complete revamp of story plot #revival set

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5 Best & Worst Episodes Of Bates Motel (According To IMDb)

Norman Bates first appeared in the 1959 novel called Psycho by Robert Bloch. Just a year later, Alfred Hitchcock would adapt the book as a horror film starring Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates. Perkins would return for three Psycho sequels from 1983 to 1990, before passing away in 1992. After a forgettable TV movie called Bates Motel released in 1987, followed by an even more forgettable remake of Psycho in 1998, Norman would return once again for the TV prequel, Bates Motel.

Related: 10 Best Things Bates Motel Did As A Prequel To Psycho

A&E’s hit show would run from 2013 to 2017 starring Freddie Highmore as the iconic killer. The series would end after five seasons, but not before telling the haunting tale of Norman Bates’ early years. Now that all of the episodes have been out for a few years, IMDb has given the show a total of 8.2 out of 10. Here are the 5 Best And Worst Episodes Of Bates Motel (According To IMDb).

10 Best: “Forever” - 9.5

Season 4 Episode 9 of Bates Motel continues to show Alex Romero trying to get Norman back into Pineview. Romero tries numerous times to convince Norma that she isn’t thinking clearly, but that only makes her more upset since she thinks she knows what is best for her son. Seeing that she isn’t going to get through to her, Romero meets with Dylan behind Norma’s back to try to get Norman committed, as Pineview only needs two signatures from family members.

The episode finally shows Norman getting what he wants as Norma breaks it off with Romero to focus more on her son. The episode ends with Norman trying to commit a murder/suicide by lighting the broken furnace in their basement and then laying in bed with his mother. Romero tries to save them, but Norman is the only one to survive the ordeal.

9 Worst: “Nice Town You Picked, Norma…” - 8.0

Like many TV shows, Bates Motel got better as the series went on. The majority of the worst-rated episodes come from Season 1, starting with the second episode in the series called “Nice Town You Picked, Norma…” This episode introduces Norman’s half-brother/cousin named Dylan. Dylan shows up needing a place to stay, which Norma begrudgingly agrees to.

This episode also begins the bond between Emma and Norman as they are grouped together and a school project and accidentally stumble upon a marijuana field together. This episode has one of the earliest showcases of Norman's violent tendencies, as he tries to kill Dylan after he insults Norma.

8 Best: “Marion” -9.4

Bates Motel was always a prequel to Hitchcock’s Psycho, but Bates Motel told its own story about the character Marion Crane. In this episode, Marion (played by Rihanna) checks into the Bates Motel. A lot of the events leading up to the famous shower scene are very similar to Hitchcock’s film, but Marion actually isn’t killed by Norman. Instead, when Norman begins to feel the urge to kill Marion, he hurries her out of the motel.

Related: 10 Iconic Quotes From Psycho

The big twist of the episode is that Norman ends up killing Sam Loomis the same way Norman killed Marion back in 1960. It was an ingenious way to end the episode by paying homage to the original, but also not doing a shot for shot remake.

7 Worst: “Unbreak-Able”- 8.1

Tensions are high in Season 3's fourth chapter. “Unbreak-Able” focuses on the aftermath of Annika’s death as Norman wonders if he killed her, while Norma tries to decode the flash drive she received before Annika died. Romero also tries to figure out how Bob Paris is connected to two deaths in White Pine Bay.

Norman and Emma start to get intimate in an abandoned cabin, but when Norman mentions his mother, Emma is justifiably upset and storms off. The episode ends on a bit of a cliffhanger as Norman discovers that Caleb has been living with Dylan. Norman thinks Dylan has betrayed their mother and after a scuffle with his brother, he drives off to tell Norma of Dylan’s deceit.

6 Best: “Norman” - 9.3

Like most season finales of Bates Motel, Season 4's conclusion leaves little to no room for disappointment. This episode deals with the aftermath of Norma’s death, heavily focusing on Norman and Romero. Norman plans funeral arrangements by himself and when they allow him to see Norma in their parlor, Norma’s eyes open for just a brief moment.

Norman, not being able to cope with his mother’s death, digs her up, brings her home, and super glues her eyelids open. The finale also sees Romero getting arrested for perjury, so he is unable to get his revenge on Norman. The episode ends when Norman is about to kill himself, only to hear his mother playing on the piano.

5 Worst: “Underwater”- 8.1

Appropriately titled, Season 1's ninth episode begins with Norman dreaming about drowning Bradley. Norma tries to sell the motel but a realtor tells her the motel won’t sell since a highway bypass is being built that will make people avoid the road to her property.

Norman’s teacher, Blaire Watson, continues to support Norman with his writing and even goes as far as to publish his short story without getting Norma’s permission. As if Norma’s life wasn’t already in a tough spot, Jake threatens to kill Dylan and Norman if she can’t come up with $150,000 that Zack Shelby owed him from the Chinese sex slave trade.

4 Best: “The Cord”- 9.3

Many TV shows can’t quite stick the landing when it comes to series finales, but thankfully Bates Motel had no problems when it came to ending Norman Bates’ storyline. The episode begins with Regina driving Norman and Romero to the site of Norma’s corpse in the woods. After an altercation with Romero, Norman kills him and then takes Norma’s body back home. After getting stuck in the memory of moving to White Pine Bay, Norman calls Dylan to tell him the news of them moving from Arizona and invites him over for dinner.

Dylan urges Norman that he needs to get help after he sees his dead mother’s body propped up at the dinner table. Dylan then shoots Norman in self-defense, thus ending Norman’s killing spree. The series ends with shots of Dylan, Emma, and their daughter happily walking down a Seattle street, the motel being sold to another family, and finally, a shot of Norma and Norman’s tombstones.

3 Worst: “The Man In Number 9”- 8.1

“The Man in Number 9” picks up directly where the last episode left off. Romero arrives and changes the story of the incident with Shelby in order to protect Dylan. After Emma comes to visit Norman, Norma takes Emma on a drive where she finds out about Norman’s attraction to Bradley.

Related: 11 Reasons We Question Norma Bates' Parenting Skills

Oddly bothered by it, Norma decides to spy on Bradley through Emma before offering her a job at the motel. This episode introduces Jake Abernathy as the mysterious man in room 9, who would quickly prove to be a huge problem for the Bates’ since they killed Keith Summers and Zack Shelby.

2 Best: “Norma Louise”- 9.2

With the support of Norman, Dylan finally confesses to Norma that Caleb has been staying with him at the farm. Absolutely furious, Norma packs a bag and storms out of the house. She then buys new clothes, trades in her car, and tries to hook up with somebody at a bar.

This entire time, Norman is extremely worried about his mother; at one point, even blacks out and starts acting as if he is Norma. This episode marks the first time that Dylan sees Norman wearing Norma's clothes, while also showing Dylan and Emma’s romantic relationship begin to blossom.

1 Worst: “First You Dream, Then You Die”- 8.2

While the series finale is among the best episodes of Bates Motel, the very first episode of the season is among the show’s worst. The show begins with Norman finding his dead father, which - later in the series - we find out was his doing. Norma and Norman move to White Pine Bay, where Norma surprises her son with a Motel that she bought as a fresh start.

Things spiral out of control quickly as Norma is assaulted by a man whose family previously owned the property. After Norma kills him, she asks Norman to help clean up the mess and they later dump Keith’s body in a lake. While it is among the worst episodes of the show, it still started off the series with a lot of shocking moments and did its best to introduce most of the main characters.

Next: Slasher: 10 Things Only True Horror Fans Would Have Noticed

source https://screenrant.com/bates-motel-best-worst-episodes-imdb/

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Duly Noted Part 1

Castel has decided to give up on finding a girlfriend, he can’t take the humiliation anymore. Joy can’t stand to see her dork down in the dumps and with the help of her sister they find a sure fire way to brighten his day.

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Joy slumps at the kitchen table, her head resting on the hard wood as she stares at the condensation on her glass of milk. She sighs audibly feeling at a total loss, she’s normally the go to person in anyone’s time of need but right now…she’s got zip!

“Hey short stack,” Haley says as she strolls into the kitchen.

“Hey,” Joy says through a sigh.

Haley scrunches her eyebrows at her little sister, “What’s gotcha down sprout?”

Joy huffs loudly and sits up in her chair, letting her head roll back to look at her sister upside down.

“It’s Cassie,” she says exasperatedly.

Haley rolls her eyes but smiles kindly as she opens the fridge, “What is it this time?”

“He got rejected again,” Joy sighs and watches her sister still in her upside down position. “Hardly got him to talk on the way home, could barley keep up with his pace.”

“I thought he kind of ran off today,” Haley says and skims the fridge.

“He’s been holding out since lunch, his eyes were bright red when we left school. And now I’m sure he’s locked himself in his room to be broken without having to worry about watchful judgmental eyes.” Joy pouts deeply, “I don’t understand he’s not a bad guy why are they so mean to him?”

Haley shrugs and takes a water bottle from the fridge, “Girls are mean Joy.” She turns to look at her sister, “What happened?”

Joy turns around in her seat to face Haley, “He apparently attempted to ask out Cameron she’s number 67 on his list.”

Haley snorts a little, “He’s got a list?”

Joy nods, “Yeah he’s going through our yearbook.” Haley giggles and Joy scowls at her sister, “Don’t laugh Haley.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” Haley smiles. “I love that quirky dude but…geez talk about drastic measures.”

“He’s just trying to rid the world of that stupid nickname,” Joy says puffing her cheeks.

Haley’s expression softens, “People still call him that?”

Joy nods, “It’s tearing him apart Hay Bail.”

Haley smiles kindly, “Alright I’m sorry I laughed. Go on what happened.”

Joy sighs and moves to sit up on the table with her feet on the chair, “Well he had tried to start a conversation with her but she wouldn’t have it. She straight up asked him what did he want and after a lot of pressuring she got him to say that he wanted to take her on a date. She and her whole table of cheerleader friends laughed and she made some comment about never being caught dead with Catch Less Cassie.” Joy growls, “The loud noise made everyone look at him and when he tried to leave with his dignity he knocked into some jock and ended up covered the food on the guy’s tray…it was an accident but the jerky jock acted like Cassie did it on purpose…everyone laughed.”

Haley nods, “Where were you?”

Joy looks down feeling a gray cloud forming over her, “I was having lunch in the art studio to finish up a project…I wasn’t there for him when it happened.”

“And now you’ve gotta pick up the pieces,” Haley sighs and sits next to her little sister on the table.

“Yeah but…I don’t know how to piece him back together this time Haley.” She looks at her older sister, “He’s been barley managing the past few months. He hasn’t been himself since the Jillian fiasco, that’s three girls ago Haley!” She whines in distress, “He’s been trying to act like he’s fine, but his confidence is tanking fast.”

“I’m sure it is,” Haley sighs and sips her water, “He’s a nerd but a sweet nerd…and he first went after the semi-popular girls and when they turned him down it started his reputation. Now it doesn’t matter who he asks they’re going to humiliate him.”

“Girls are the worst,” Joy grumbles and lies back on the table.

Haley chuckles a little, “Careful Joy you’re a girl.”

“No I’m an alien,” Joy giggles and sticks her tongue out at her sister.

Haley returns the gesture making her little sister laugh more.

“Well how do you normally glue him back together after a rejection?” Haley asks and lies back on the table next to Joy.

Joy snorts, “Pizza, bowling, and movies with your best friend is not going to fix it this time Haley.”

“Does it normally?” Haley smiles

Joy nods, “Most of the time it gets his mind off of the whole ordeal, but the last few times it didn’t really lift his spirits. He just kind of held that fake forced smile the whole time.” Joy sighs, “I need to fix this but I don’t know how.”

“Well if your normal fixing-Cassie-recipe isn’t gonna work…what kind would?”

Joy laughs, “Having a girlfriend.”

Haley shrugs, “So find him a girlfriend.”

Joy laughs more, “Haley that is so much easier said than done and you know that.” Joy sighs, “No girl in our entire school wants to be seen with Cassie.”

There’s a beat of silence for a moment before Haley sits up.

“What if the girl didn’t have to be seen?”

“What do you mean?” Joy asks and sits up

“I mean what if there was a girl who really liked Cas but she didn’t want to be seen.” Haley smiles, “Like not because she didn’t want to be seen with him, but because she doesn’t know how he’d feel.”

Joy raises a brow, “Whatcha playing at sista?”

Haley smiles, “Joy…what if Cas had a secret admirer. You know someone to send him love notes and crush on him.”

Joy blinks mulling over her sister’s words, “That would boost his confidence…but writing notes from someone who doesn’t exist? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“It would just be until his confidence was firing on all cylinders again,” Haley smiles. “And once he’s back to his old self and flying high again just make mystery girl disappear.”

“Disappear how?”

Haley huffs and shrugs, “I don’t know ship her off to Siberia or something. You’re the creative one here short stack.”

Joy blinks, “Wait I’m the one writing the notes?”

Haley nods, “I’ll help too but yeah that way you can monitor how it’s going you know? See how it’s effecting him.”

Joy looks down at her feet, it is a great idea to boost the ol’ Cassie Confidence especially after the past few bitter endings he’s had…and it would only be for a little while…

Joy smiles brightly at her sister, “Well what are we waiting for! Let’s go make up a secret smitten sweetheart for C-bear!”

The two girls laugh and run off to their craft room.

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Castel slams the front door behind him. Dad is working late and mom hasn’t gotten home yet so the house is empty–thankfully. He runs up the steps taking them two at a time until he’s reached his room. Slamming and locking his bedroom door, he tosses his book bag and jacket to the floor without caring to put them anywhere in particular–his room is a mess anyway.

He lies down on his bed burring his bright red eyes into his pillow. What’s wrong with him? Why did it always happen this way? Couldn’t they just say no and leave it at that? He screams into his pillow muffling his shriek of frustration and he cringes a little as he feels the hot tears roll down his face. He’s crying again? Good grief! Pull yourself together dude!

But he can’t as much as he yells at himself mentally to get over it, he can’t take it. Bullies have always been a problem for him, being an extremely intelligent nerdy freak isn’t exactly on the same level as ripped football jock. The bullies were nothing new and he could take that, but the humiliation is just becoming too great now. He can’t deal with it. So in the dark and solitude of his room he sobs, he needs to purge until he’s completely dried out and then he can move past this whole thing. He could just give up on his quest for a girlfriend–not that it’s been a very fruitful quest anyway–but then Catch Less Cassie would still haunt him…maybe even more so than it does now. But maybe that irritating humiliation would be easier to shake off and handle than ending up the laughingstock of the student body as you get regretted by a volleyball girl and end up covered in some jerky jock’s lunch.

Pain fills his heart as the scene replays in his mind and he starts to feel very alone. He misses his big brothers. He wishes they were here and he could talk to them about all of this. What should he do, how would they handle it, how could he ignore it. Zack and Mikey always seemed to have the answers he needed when they were growing up…but now they’re off with their own lives and families. They aren’t right down the hall from him anymore, and even though he’s happy for them and everything it still cuts him deeply when he walks into the empty house.

More tears fill his eyes humiliation, loneliness, failure, and sorrow all mixed together with questions of what’s wrong with him swirl inside of him. His stomach tightens as he sobs hard into his pillow and his clutches it tight in his hands. His head starts to pound as his breaths start to stagger and he feels utterly sick.

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down he leans up on his arms. Grimacing at the snot and tear soaked marks on his pillow case, he flips the pillow over before curling up on his side facing the wall. His parents will be home soon and he has to save face for them, he doesn’t want his parents to know what a loser their son is. He can’t handle the embarrassment, he can’t ask a girl out, he can’t even manage his own emotions! No they don’t need to know how much of a desperate, pathetic, useless worm he is…he’s not like his brothers. He doesn’t have it all together like they do…and he doesn’t want his parents to know how unraveled he is.

He sighs and closes his eyes deciding to make the days events disappear for a little while. But before he succumbs to sleep he has one resounding thought in his mind, he is done with the whole dating scene for a while.

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I Can do that with My Eyes Closed 5

Trigger Warning: Brief mention of rape and drugs.

It wasn’t abnormal for Camila to wake up disoriented and in a very weird situation after sleep walking, in fact, it was more common then waking up in her actual bed or even her college dorm. She had woken up with Dinah passed out on her floor (before she knew her very well she might add), on the roof of the art building surrounded by pigeons, and possibly the weirdest by far, during one of Lauren’s meditation periods in which Camila spent almost fifteen minutes trying to decided whether or not she was still dreaming (the burning incense, trance like music, and Lauren basically in pretzel formation was really hard to believe). Waking up with a wave of freezing cold ice water pouring down her neck, back, and shirt was a whole new experience.

At first, she panicked because she thought maybe she was in some sort of body of water, completely submerged. She flailed her arms around for a second before realizing she wasn’t completely submerged and instead water was just failing on her.

Her second thought was that she had somehow walked into the middle of a downpour or even worse that her dorm room was flooding. The water stopped falling however, and she was left soaking wet with no idea what was going on. And of course to top it all of, she was smacked in the head hard with a tin bucket. She was positive that currently, she was more confused then she had ever been in her life (and that was counting the time where she had walked in on her principle making out with her math teacher).

The hard object seemed to do no damage except knock her off balance and Camila felt herself stumble into the door frame, nearly falling on her face, but then the pain registered and Camila let out a small yelp of pain. “What the fuck?” Camila Lauren’s voice behind Camila. “What happened?”

The rest of the girls were by Camila’s side within seconds. Of course, Camila was too disoriented herself to even understand what had happened and instead lifted one arm to rub at the bump now forming on the back of her head in sort of a daze. Dinah and Normani looked at the growing puddle in the hallway carpet and the small white ice cubes scattered around the hall and made eye contact instantly. Lauren noticed, but let it slide because right now it didn’t seem like the biggest priority.

Ally, being the motherly friend that she is, began examining Camila carefully, looking for any signs that the girl was injured. She glanced at the soaking Camila worriedly. “Mila, are you okay? Is anything hurt?” Camila still hadn’t really said a word and Lauren and Ally exchanged concerned looks. Lauren moved the curtain of dripping hair from the girl’s face in an attempt to see if anything was wrong but Camila just stared at the ground looking more confused then ever.

“I think she might be in shock. Waking her up from her sleep walking is something we have yet to accomplish, she must just be really disoriented right now. You know? Not fully awake? I’m sure she has no idea where she is or what just happened.” Lauren concludes. Ally nodding but doesn’t feel any less worried for her friend.

Ally noticed Camila slightly rubbing her head, “Camila bend down so i can look at this.” She instructs. Camila does what she is told, though she is slow to follow and still isn’t responsive verbally. Ally shuffled through Camila’s soggy hair. Camila flinches when Ally finds the bump and Ally frowns. “Did something hit you?” She tries, though she doesn’t expect the currently mute girl to answer.

Normani and Dinah however, do answer. They had been observing the evidence left behind and finally came to a conclusion. “I think this was another prank…” Normani turns towards Dinah giving her a look that clearly stated Fess up. Dinah sighs and nods in response. Normani turns back to the other girls motioning to the bucket on the ground. I think someone put the bucket above the door, full of ice water. When Camila opened the door, the bucket slipped and poured out all of it’s contents onto her as well as probably hitting her in the head.“ Normani pointed to a spot where someone had skillfully hung the bucket above the door, attaching the string holding it to the door handle.

Ally turned back to Camila and pursed her lips worriedly at the bump she now knew was from a heavy bucket. "Why would they prank Mila? She hasn’t done anything wrong…”

Dinah rubbed the back of her neck guiltily as Normani gives her a look. “Uh, they weren’t trying to prank Mila, they were trying to prank me.” Dinah sort of explains.

Lauren raised a brow, putting most of the pieces together. “The kids at lunch?” She guesses.

Dinah nods. “They have been trying to get me back after they got caught sneaking into the science building that night i was caught. Since i was the one to set off the stink bomb, most of the people blame me.”

“Yeah, except their pranks aren’t funny. They take them too far. They are just downright dangerous now.” Normani points to the bucket to prove her point.

“I’ve been avoiding my dorm because they have been trying to get back at me, but i guess they found where I’ve been hiding out. I’m really sorry for not telling you guys, i honestly had no idea that you guys would end up getting pranked too.” Dinah looks at everyone with apologetic eyes.

Ally nods. “It’s okay Dinah, we know you had good intentions, we can talk to you about this later, okay? Let’s focus on cleaning this up and getting Mila warm.”

Dinah nods, taking a shaky breath. “Mani and I can pick up all the stuff out here.” She offers.

Ally nods approvingly as Normani and Dinah drop on hands and knees to pick of the small white cubes. Ally and Lauren focus on leading a now shaking Camila into the dorm room. Camila is slowly getting her bearings back, her body actually responding to the cold shivering in an attempt to warm her up. Ally sits her down on one of her bar-stools. Dinah walks in holding the bucket. “Dinah can you go pick out a dry shirt for her?” Dinah nods, hurrying down the hall and into the bedroom that Camila almost never uses.

Ally then turns to Camila. “Mila honey, we need to get you out of these clothes and into some dry ones.” Camila nods, much more aware than earlier, but makes no attempt to actually do it and instead wraps her arms around her shivering body. Ally and Lauren then decide to tag team and help the mute girl undress.

(“Lift you arms camz!”

“God these stupid pajamas are sticking like glue”

“Banana underwear? Really?”)

Finally they manage to pull of her clothes, including her fuzzy pajama pants that had practically clung to her long legs because of the water. Dinah hurries into the living room with a towel and a dry shirt and Ally wastes no time hoping gracefully onto the counter and ruffling Camila’s hair with the fluffy white cotton to dry the brown locks.

Lauren and Dinah pull the large shirt over Camila’s head and Camila smiles slightly. “I like this shirt.” She comments for the first time tonight. Dinah blushed slightly, knowing that shirt that Camila is wearing is actually hers and Lauren smiles back, relieved to hear Camila talking again. “Yeah? Do you feel warmer?” She asked the younger Latina.

Camila pulls the long sleeves over her fingers and nods adorably. “Yeah, a lot warmer. Thanks Laur.”

They don’t bother putting pants on the girl since they all know (and have been told many times) how much Camila dislikes wearing pants. Instead they let her wander about in her banana underwear. Normani comes back into the dorm, holding ice cubes in her hands and she dumps them in the sink. “You okay Mila?” She asked, noticing how the girl seems much more alert.

Camila nods, her teeth still slightly chattered, but much warmer then before. She yawns slightly. “Yeah, just tired.”

Normani wonders what time it actually is, knowing they went to bed late and it can’t have been too long after. When she sees the time she groans. “Probably because it’s four in the morning.”

A collective groan sounds around the room and Camila looks guilty. “Sorry.” She says apologetically.

Ally lets out a small laugh. “No, Hun, this isn’t your fault at all.”

Camila nods, accepting the answer and yawns once more, wincing slightly and rubbing her head. “What did i do this time?”

Ally pulls Camila’s hand away, not wanting her to touch it, and moves in a cross legged position on the counter to observe the wound no that Camila’s hair is dry. “Someone decided to prank us, and you walked right into it.” Normani explains the whole ordeal to Camila while Dinah looks guilty in the back.

Afterwards Camila nods calmly. “I really hate them.” She grumbles. “That’s not fair to you at all.” She motions to Dinah who looks surprised.

“You aren’t mad?” The Tongan girl questions.

Camila shakes her head. “Not at you.”

Dinah looks relieved she walks over to give the girl a light kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry Mila.”

Camila waves her off tiredly, yawning once more and moving to lean on Ally’s legs that are crossed legged on the table. Ally ruffles her hair slightly, careful to avoid her head bump and comments, “Man Mila, how are you always so tired when you sleep so much.” She laughs.

“I may be asleep.” Camila pauses to yawn. “but the last thing i get is rest. I’m not conscious, but my body is still awake and if i walk around all night, i don’t feel rested at all. It’s being being in the first stage of sleep all night, you never get to reach the phase of physical and mental rest.” She explains tiredly.

Lauren raises a brow. “You know, i never really thought of that. I just assumed that if you were asleep, then you were getting rest, but that actually explains why you are always so tired all the time.” The rest of the group nods.

“Geez Mila, how do you even function?” Normani questions, looking impressed.

“Only god knows.” Camila murmurs quietly. She looks seconds away from falling asleep and Dinah hurries over to help the girl over to the couch before she falls asleep on the kitchen counter and ends up on the floor in the morning. She wastes no time curling into a little ball on the couch and Dinah smiles at the sight.

“Anyone have class tomorrow?” Lauren asks as she takes her own spot on the biggest of the two couches.

Normani plops down next to her with a frown. “Sadly.”

Ally falls on top of the two girls and they push her off. She gives them a look, retreating to the other side of the couch and mutters. “I have my culinary.”

Lauren sighs happily. “Oh good! I thought I was going to have to suffer alone. How about you Dinah?” Lauren doesn’t bother asking Camila, she can already hear soft snores.

Dinah thinks for a moment before shaking her head. “Nope, I’m free. Mila doesn’t either.” She remembers.

Normani groans. “I actually hate you.”

Dinah smirks, knowing that the dark skinned girl was kidding. “Not my fault Mani.”

They all get situated on the surprisingly roomy and comfortably couches, Dinah squeezes in next to Camila and the other three take the bigger couch. It wasn’t long before the exhaustion caught up with the group and loud snores could be heard throughout the room.

For once, Camila doesn’t sleep walk.

“Dinah! Diiiiiinah!” Camila whines loudly. She knew that Dinah was a deep sleeper, but this was taking the girl’s claim to a whole new level. She had been trying to wake the girl up for a solid ten minutes with no success. She had tried yelling, shaking, shouting, loud music, even pouring a little bit of water on the girl’s face, although she stopped, knowing that if the water was the factor that woke Dinah up, she would be in deep trouble.

All the other girl’s had already left for their classes long before Camila was awake and now, she and Dinah were the only two girls there. The only problem was that although Camila was still awfully tired and she really could use another hour of undisturbed sleep, she couldn’t. The reason? The dull thudding coming from the back of her head. Of course, the dull thudding hurt, but Camila could probably sleep through it, the pain wasn’t the problem. It was the frequency. The constant thudding was freaking annoying and Camila was pretty sure that the consistent pulse was giving her headache a headache.

Camila pouted as another series of pounding began just a little louder than before and she groaned. She let her body fall onto Dinah’s placing her mouth right over her ear. “Dinah!” She whined again. Dinah began to move, although Camila doubted it was from the yelling. The girl was probably getting hot under Camila’s body.

She opened her eyes groggily, “Hmm?"

Dinah didn’t bother keeping her eyes open to wait for the answer. Camila rolled her eyes at the girl. "Dinah can you please get up?”

Dinah groaned, but opened her eyes at the sound of Camila’s voice. It sounded tired and desperate. “What’s wrong?” She immediately sat up.

“My head hurts.” Camila groaned. She normally hated complaining about anything, even if it was worth the complain, but the pounding had been going on for the past two hours and Camila didn’t think she could stand it any long. Dinah looked at her worriedly.

“What? Are you okay?” Dinah grabbed Camila’s head gently, pulling it down so that she could look at the bump.

“Yeah, its just the Ibuprofen is on the top shelf and I can’t reach it.” She explained.

Dinah looked relieved that the medicine was the only request and not a trip to the hospital or anything more serious. She sat up after Camila crawled off of her body and walked into the kitchen. She stretched her back and ruffled Camila’s hair on her way over. She opened the cabinet, easily grabbing the small bottle of pills. Camila took three gratefully. “Thanks, Cheech.”

Dinah nodded, looking around and realizing that they were the only two people left. “What time is it?” She asked.

“Almost noon.” Camila answered, covering her head with a pillow in attempt to block out the light that with bothering her and making the pounding possibly worse.

“everyone else at class?” Dinah assumed.

Camila hummed in response, her face still covered by the pillow. Dinah glanced at the girl worriedly. “Are you sure you are okay?” Dinah wanted to clarify.

Camila removed the pillow from her face and nodded. “Yeah, it’s more annoying really.” She stretch against the couch before getting up, making a show to smile and do a jumping jack to prove to Dinah that she really was fine.

Dinah laughed and nodded. “Just making sure.” She defended.

Camila walked over, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. “I know, thank you.” She walked into the kitchen, noticing that she didn’t really have the food to make a meal before turning back to Dinah. “Want to go get lunch for all the other girls?” I think that get out of class at one.“

Dinah looked down at herself, messy hair, stained jeans, and a wrinkled shirt. "Why not?” She shrugged.

Normani wonders why she ever took this class. She really isn’t even sure what the class is about, only that the counselor she had talked to while arranging her schedule had suggested it and well, here she was. She glances down at her paper, noticing that it includes different information about plants. She knows there is probably a way more official and correct term for what kind of class this is, but because of her lack of knowledge in this area, Plant class will have to do.

She jumps in her seat in surprise as someone crawls into the seat next to her from behind. Of course her surprise turns into disgust as she recognizes her old friend Ben. Ben is looking as attractive as ever, his hair growing long enough that he can almost pull it into a man bun if he wanted to and his dark skin glows a little due to the light of the projector the teacher has on. He is wearing his signature skinny jeans, plain shirt, and Sk8 highs. He smiles at Normani like Normani hadn’t ignored him for a few weeks and Normani suddenly realizes why all her friends think he is attractive, why she used to think he was attractive. He has that bad boy sort of smirk, with perfectly white teeth.

Pushing his good looks aside, Normani shakes her head at his smirk. “How’s it going Mani?” He leans next to her and props his feet up on the chair in front of him.

“Fine.” She mutters back, not really wanting to talk to him but also trying to be quiet and discrete enough that the current lecturer doesn’t notice them in the crowd.

He sighs loudly. “What? Too cool for me now Mani? I haven’t seen you in forever and now when i finally talk to you i get one word answers? Come on Mani, I know you weren’t the biggest fan of my the last couple of months, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay to just stop talking to us? I mean it’s not like we haven’t been friends since like middle school.” He looks at her with big brown eyes.

Normani remembers how much she used to fear those eyes. Man, Ben used to be so intimidating. She copies his sigh. She knows it was rude to just drop her old friends without a word and avoid them…well okay, it sounds worse than it is. It wasn’t there there wasn’t a reason though. She had told them on many different occasions that she was done with all the constant drinking and drugs. They knew exactly where she stood with that stuff. She had told them all that she was tired of helping them get out of sticky situations, of lying, of partying and yet they still dragged her into it. It wasn’t like it was abrupt. Like Ben said, he knew she wasn’t his biggest fan for the past few months. Key word, months.

She did feel a little bad though, what kind of person would she be if she just dropped them without at least a goodbye or give them a chance to comply to her wishes (of course they had plenty of chances).

“I know, I’m sorry.” She finds herself saying. “I’m just not into that stuff anymore.”

He raised his brow. “I’ve noticed… When did that happen exactly? You used to love partying with us, some would even argue that you loved it the most.”

Normani shook her head. Losing some of her sympathy. She knew that he had heard on many occasion that she no longer had any interest of drinking or getting high or partying. She was done, he knew that. Yet, he was still completely oblivious that this time she was being absolutely serious.

She refrained herself from rolling her eyes. “When I realized that i was ruining my future as well as my body. I have nothing wrong with drinking now and then, but I’m done with the partying and not being able to remember the last time i was sober.”

He chuckled lightly. “Hey, look where we are. College. Does that sound like a life ruining thing to you?”

“You know what I mean Ben.” Normani gave him a stern look.

“Alright, so you aren’t into the drugs and drink thing anymore. Any reason why you decided to drop us without warning?” He raised his brow, although he pretended to be focusing on the presentation when the professor glanced their way.

Normani chewed her lip, partly because she didn’t want to make Ben mad, and partly because this was usually the party where she complied to his wishes and ignored her own. She swallowed and decided that whatever happened, happened. He couldn’t do anything in here anyways with the teacher and all these people.

Normani sighed, turning to him even though he wasn’t looking at her. “I can’t do it anymore Ben. You guys are toxic. I can’t be involved with all the schemes and the secrets and the accidents. I don’t want to be. I can’t even remember the last time that i was happy with guys and frankly, you all treat my like shit.”

Ben lets out a grunt and I can tell this isn’t going at all where he wanted it to go. “You aren’t happy? Geez sounds like you maybe need to have a blunt or something.”

God, men are so infuriating. Normani huffs in annoyance. “Did you just completely dismiss everything i said?” She felt her voice raise and a few people sitting nearby looked over at them. She lowered her voice so the teacher wouldn’t hear. “I’m not going to do bad things anymore, you guys have crossed the line too many times. Is that clear?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Look I get it, you aren’t into the drugs. You’ve made that very clear.”

“That isn’t what I am talking about.” Normani practically growls.

Ben gulps, he knows exactly to what she if referring to, he has the whole time, but this was something he did not want to discuss. “Look that only happened like… twice.”

Normani gasped in surprise. “Twice?! When did it happen a second time? You promised never again.”

Ben wiped his hands across his face. “A week ago…maybe two or three…. I’m not sure. But listen, it wasn’t my fault okay? She…i swear she wanted it."

Normani feels sick, she can’t believe it happened again, especially after the first time. That was when she finally realized she couldn’t handle all of this anymore, of course she didn’t get her opportunity to get out until a year after the incident happened. "She’s okay?"

Ben nodded. "Alive.” He states.

Normani feels her hands shake. “This is what I’m taking about Ben. You are reckless and one day it will all come back to you. I hope it comes back to you, hard. I’m sorry i left you guys okay? I know i should have at least have said something to someone, but you guys are toxic and messy and dangerous and i can’t be involved with any of that anymore. I’m done.”

Ben looks shocked. The Normani he knew would have never spoken up like she just did. She would have been submissive and fun and she would have ended the night with a blunt between her fingers and smoke blowing out her lips. She was an equal to them, but the way she was acting right now? It was like she was better than the rest of them, like she wasn’t there through everything. Well he knew that she was better than them, she always had been, but of course, he didn’t want her to be.

Who was she to judge his actions when only months ago she had been partying from night till day, smoking until the air was hazy, drinking until the world spun in large dizzying circles…. he was angry.

He stood up in his seat, causing a lot of people to stare. “Fine, fuck you Mani, but i know that you are just as bad as the rest of us. You are going to regret leaving us you know. I know you will. Have fun with your new fucking friends.” He stormed down the isle of chairs, stomping down the stairs, and making a show to slam the door loudly despite the teacher’s stares of disapproval. He left with one last middle finger to the face before the door was closed and Normani was practically hiding in her seat from embarrassment.

The teacher glanced around the crowd, looking for the person he had yelled at, but Normani was hidden so far down in her seat that he eventually gave up, clearing his throat and continuing his discussion. Normani thanked god that they had a presentation and the lights were off so that even though she could see people glancing at her, they couldn’t really see he face. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment out of being insulted, yelled at, and flipped off in front of everyone and the second the bell rang she was down the stairs and out the door, praying no one had gotten a good look at her face.

Once she was far away from everyone in her class as well as the classroom herself, she let out a loud noise of frustration. Hiding behind a building, she kicked the wall hard with her boots and cursed when she felt all of her toes pop. “Shit! I can’t even…ugh! I hate him!” She yelled. She slid down the wall until she was sitting with her back against the brick surface and took a deep breath. She couldn’t even believe that she used to be friends with him. Sure, Ben had his good moments, but all in all, Normani realized he was a horrible person….and that girl.

The sickness returned to Normani’s stomach as she remembered the last time that something like that had happened. She hadn’t been there when it happened, she had only walked in on Ben and the girl afterwards and after seeing the state that the girl was in, she had promptly called the cops. Ben had begged Normani not to tell anyone what he did, promising he would never do it again, and Normani had complied, only because she didn’t know what to do in the first place. She figured that the girl, when regaining her consciousness, would probably tell the police about what happened anyways.

So when the police questioned her, she had simply stated that she didn’t know what had happened. That she was to drunk to remember. Of course, the girl never regained consciousness and Normani remembers hearing the news and not even bothering to get out of her bed for a straight week because of how sick she felt. And now….it had happened again. She was relieved that the girl was okay, physically at least, but she still couldn’t help but picture the other girl, laying helpless on the bed and barely conscious. Normani’s stomach clenched at the sight and she nearly gagged from where she sat.

This was it, she was actually going to do it this time. She wasn’t going to be pulled back into their toxic hobbies or accidents anymore. After sitting on the ground for at least ten minutes, Normani made her decision, she just hoped the Mila wouldn’t mind.

“Man, this is such a long walk.” Camila complained as she and Dinah lugged several bags and In N’ Out down the street. Really the food wasn’t that heavy, however holding so many of the awkward shaped bags made it hard to carry, forcing uncomfortable positions.

Dinah nodded. “Well, we could have taken Ally’s car you know.”

Camila snorted. “Dinah, Ally would have had a heart attack if we took her car. That thing is her baby and well… frankly you suck at driving.”

Dinah mocked offense. “I do not. I’m actually very good. I got a twenty on my driving test, that is a very high score.”

Camila shook her head with a laugh. “Dinah a twenty is the highest number you can get without failing. You want low numbers.”

Dinah pouted. “Whatever, at least i got it. How come you don’t just drive then?”

“No, i don’t drive.” Camila responded a little too fast.

Dinah looked confused. “What did you never get your license or something?”

Camila looked at the ground for a minute, thinking of the best response. “No, I have my license. I just don’t like… the responsibility.” She decided.

Dinah reached over to grab on of the bags that was slipping from Camila’s grasp just as it fell from her arms. Camila gave Dinah a look of awe and Dinah winked. “I saw it coming clumsy.” Camila smiled and shook her head, continuing their trek down the street. “Okay, i get that. I suppose driving is a pretty big responsibility as to the other people in the car as well as other cars. Seems a bit paranoid though, right?”

Camila shrugged. “Not to me. I would much rather keep it safe."

Dinah figured that by the way Camila bit her lip nervously and glances at the ground that their was more to the story. Trying not to act pushy, Dinah asked, "So no other reason? Just to keep it safe?”

Camila looked hesitant, chewing on her lip a little harder than before. She opened her mouth like maybe she was going to say something, but instead, a small yelp came out as she tripped and fell to the ground. Dinah stifled a laugh after realizing that the girl was okay and hurried over. “Geez Mila, did you just trip over air or am I imagining things?”

Camila cheeks grew slightly rosy and she mumbled. “Stupid shoe lace."

(Dinah noticed her shoelaces were both securely tied but she didn’t say anything)

"Maybe I should changed your nickname to clumsy?” Dinah laughed, holding out her hand to help to girl up.

“Oh shut up.” Camila said it like she meant it, but Dinah caught the smile playing on her lips.

“Whatever you say…clumsy.” She smirked.

Camila rolled her eyes and groaned. “Can you just help me pick up the food please?”

Dinah laughed, but complied, picking up the mostly okay food before reaching to a bag that was clearly crushed. “Oh c'mon Mila, you fell on some of the burgers.”

Camila swiped the bag from Dinah. “It’s not that bad….” She pulled out the burger from the bag for examination. It was pretty flat, but hey, it probably still tastes the same right?

Dinah shook her head. “Maybe i should carry the bags?”

Camila pouted. “I wouldn’t make fun of me if I were you Dinah Jane.”

Dinah raised a brow wondering how exactly Camila was going to win this one. “Oh really? Why not?”

Camila smirked. “Your burger was in that bag.” She laughed loudly as Dinah frantically pulled the bag from her hands and pulled out her large bacon burger that was now well… flat.

She held it up making a big dramatic show to drop to her knees. “My…my burger.” She fake sobbed.

Camila shook her head. “Oh c'mon you big baby. It’s not like you can’t still eat it.”

Dinah pushed a hand to her heart. “You crush my baby and this is the response i get? No sorry?”

Camila couldn’t believe she was friends with Dinah sometimes, the girl was so extra. Except, well she would never admit it, but she loved it. She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Alright fine. I’m sorry i squashed your burger. Now we gotta get back to the room. We were supposed to be there a half hour ago.”

Dinah grumbled under her breath (something about no one appreciating the beauty of bacon burgers), but reluctantly followed the slightly older girl down the street, picking up all their take out bags and making their way to the dorm.

When they reached the room, in the middle of an argument about whether or not peach was “Hella cute and bad-ass” (in Dinah’s words) or “A damsel in distress and annoying” (in Camila’s words). There argument was interrupted as the heard loud grunting from the other side of the door.

“What the hell?” Dinah pulled the key from her pocket (Mila always lost it) and pushed it into the door. When they opened it they were surprised to see that Camila’s apartment looked a little different then when they left it. There were now fairy lights hanging around the living room (something Camila always wanted to have but never got around to buying), three large duffel bags on the floor, a large pile of all of Camila’s favorite junk food, and the source of the noise, Normani heaving her matress down the hall and towards Camila’s bedroom.

Camila set down the bags of food on the coffee table and flicked one of the dangling strands of lights. “Uh, hey Mani, what you doing?”

Normani looked up from behind the mattress, she didn’t think that the two girls would be back so soon. “Oh, hey. I thought I would be finished by the time you got home. One sec.” She continued dragged her mattress until it disappeared inside Camila’s room and a few minutes later Normani walked out, mattress free.

Camila and Dinah had moved to the couch, waiting for Normani’s return and Normani took a seat on the couch across from the pair. “Uh, well i moved in!” Normani said excitedly.

Camila looked surprised (Not the good surprised, the I don’t think that’s a good idea surprised, Normani thought). Normani suddenly looked a little nervous. “I mean, i can find somewhere else to stay if you don’t want me here. I just assumed that with you needing someone to watch you and me needing a place to stay you know?”

Camila nodded. “No, i mean it’s completely fine. I already assumed you would move into either me or Ally’s place eventually, i just didn’t know you would pick me is all.”

Normani looked relieved. “Well duh, Lauren basically lives with Ally already, and don’t tell Ally, but you have way more food.”

Camila laughed. “So why the sudden need for a place? Not that i mind.” She added.

Normani rubbed the back of her neck. “I got into a fight with one of my old friends today and it just made me realize how much i don’t want to associate with them."

Camila looked sympathetic. "Oh, I’m sorry Mani. You are always welcome here though you know?”

Normani nodded. It was then that Camila noticed how uncharacteristic Dinah was being. She hadn’t spoken a single word. She turned and noticed a look of disappointment in Dinah’s face. Did Dinah want to move in with her too? Wow, she had thought that she was kinda a burden to all her friends with the whole needing a babysitter type thing. “Dinah?” She questioned.

The girl noticed that she was being watched and she smiled to cover up any disappointment. “Hmm?” She answered.

“Do you want to move in too?” Camila offered.

Dinah looked surprised. “Are you sure? I mean you’ve had a room to yourself and now suddenly you get not just one roommate but two?”

Camila laughed. “Cheech, you basically live here anyways, why would i care… oh! Can we get a bunk bed?” She asked excitedly.

Dinah and Normani met eyes with the sort of, wow this girl is like a ten year old and I love it kinda look. “Sure, Roomie. Why not?"

A/N: Chapter 1-9 are poster on my wattpad if you would rather read there! User: Dinahfantasy ( https://www.wattpad.com/user/dinahfantasy )

#UPDATE #series #AU #trigger warning #caminah #angst drama #humour #romance fluff #submission #I Can do that with My Eyes Closed

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