#and today my mom told me to do something and i couldn’t comprehend it
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i’m terrified again after having a semi-good day
#♫~! my posts#i’m making more typos and it’s concerning me#i know it seems silly but it’s giving me anxiety#and today my mom told me to do something and i couldn’t comprehend it#i’m terrified i have dementia
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Broken Glass
Cairo x SoccerPlayer!Fem!Reader
Summary: Your troublemaker girlfriend breaks up with you
Warnings: Break up, mentions of lung cancer
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Cairo was always difficult to deal with. Always exploding over the small things you say that come out as a insult to her, or the bold assumptions she makes. Cairo was a girl who never cared about anyone other than herself, but in this case she cared for you..
Today was her girlfriends ball party, you are Cairo’s girlfriend. You held this party because of your congrats on winning your soccer game. And ball dances happened to be your favorite, so you held one.
She was currently dancing with you slowly, it was a slow dance..her hands around your neck as you kept your hand placement on her waist. She was wearing a white gown, that hugged her hips nice..
She seemed quiet and relaxed as she danced with you, but really her mind was running a hundred miles per hour. Her hands left your neck, pulling away before speaking.
“Can we step outside? I need to talk to you.” She said, looking pretty tense now.
The big smile you had on your face was now gone, but nodded to follow her anyways. She takes your hand and brings you out the garden terrace. She turns to you, letting go of your hand and leaning against the railing. Her brown hair shinning in the moonlight.
“Can I ask you something?” Cairo was looking at you, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. “Yeah, always.” You replied with, leaning against the rail with her.
She glanced down at her heels for a moment, gathering herself for what she was going to say. She seemed really nervous, she isn’t good about expressing her feelings, so she gets straight to the point.
“…do you really love me? Do I mean..anything to you?” Cairo asks, her voice broke a bit.
You furred your eyebrows, caught off guard by the question a bit..but it didn’t really surprise you. She seemed to always ask questions like these when she felt insecure, which you always replied with the same certain response. “Of course I do. Cairo you’re my girlfriend, I love you.”
“You do?” Her voice trembles. She seems confused, which confused you. It’s like she’s digesting the response. Her own love life has been so complex.. she still doesn’t even fully understand herself, but she wants to believe what you’ve said.
“Are you sure?” You notice the tears in her eyes swell up more, she’s holding back tears. “Yes of course I am,” you respond. “What’s going on my love?”
“I-it’s..” Cairo’s having a hard time finding the words, as she’s on the verge of a breakdown. She glanced around the terrace, looking at the small water fountain in the middle..seeing the moonlights reflection in it.
She held a hand up to her mouth to cover up sobs. “My…my mom…” she squeaks out. You tilt your head a bit, “what about your mom?”
“She has lung cancer..” your eyes widen at her words. She breaks, tears streaming down her face. She hadn’t told anyone..or muster up the courage to say something about the situation..maybe only her close friends…but how come not you?
“A-and I’ve been so distracted because of it. I haven’t been able to focus on anything, my grades are going down..” she couldn’t finish her sentence..her breathing becoming harsh..sobbing a lot.
“Hey..hey shhh..” you wrapped your arms around her small form, trying to comprehend the situation. “I’m so sorry baby..”
Cairo leans her head on your chest, letting out some more sobs. She’s been a loss of support..but of your presence there she’s slightly relieved. Less weight on her shoulders when you embrace her.
“I-i didn’t know how to tell you..” she whispers through a few more cries. “Hey..shhh, it’s okay.” You rub her back.
Cairo takes a deep breath as her sobs subside a bit. She pulls away from your embrace, which only increases your worries. She clears her throat, “thank you.”
You nod, happy to calm her down a bit..but not convinced enough she’s done. “Always. I’m glad you told me though..how is she right now?” You weren’t close with Cairo’s parents, I mean they were pretty much gone all the time since they’re lawyers ..but hearing that her mother had lung cancer, was shocking.
You rubbed her cheek and she smiles a bit at the gesture, relieved to tell you about the situation, albeit with a lot of difficulty. “She isn’t doing very well..” she took a deep breath, finding it hard to keep her tears at bay.
“I’m sorry, you don’t have to continue..it’s okay..”
She had something else to say, and you knew it. But you aren’t prepared. “But, there’s something else.”
There it is
“What is it love?” Now were you worried.
Now she doesn’t want to say it, but she’s already put herself in the situation. She knows if she says never-mind you’ll keep asking her. But despite her shyness, she speaks again.
“I..I don’t think I can be your girlfriend anymore..”
Your eyes widen, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. “Wh-what?”
Cairo nods her head slowly as she looks down. She seems scared to have said those words, apprehensive to your next response. Her voice trembles as she speaks again, “I..I don’t think I’m cut out for a relationship right now..”
Those words hit you like a bus. You can’t believe the situation right now, even at Cairo’s confession. You both have been together for five months now, things were going fine…you loved each other. But now she wanted to end things now? At your celebration? You get the fact her mom has lung cancer, but it isn’t like she’s dead….yet.
“It’s- its because of your mom..? Isn’t it.” You finally spoke up. “Yeah..” she confirms, her throat is dry. More tears flow, sobs continuing. She turns away from you, afraid to look at you.
“O-okay..” you step back, voice trembling too. As your own tears flood down.
“Please, I don’t want you to think it’s your fault.” She turns around to face you again, she scans your hurt face. She knows she messed up, your posture and facial expressions says it all. She’s aware of your sensitivity, she knows how you blame yourself when she is upset.
“N-no it’s fine..I mean yeah- I get it.” You let out a shaky breath, your own thoughts forming.
Maybe she hates you, she doesn’t love you, you aren’t good enough, it’s all your fault, you messed up
“You do?” She looks up at you in shock. Cairo wasn’t expecting such an easy response, she assumed maybe you’d have questions. But she also didn’t want to push the issue further, honestly, she wanted to agree what she was saying. Because outside of her family issues, she’s having a hard time understanding her feelings for you, and to her this was the only way to deal with the situation. Push you away like you’ve never met before, breaking your heart and her own.
You shrug, “I don’t..know what else to say.” Cairo shakes her head, she didn’t expect you to say much. But she did expect a response of begging for her to not leave you..
“I’m sorry,” “it’s not your fault.” You quickly respond.
More weight lifted off her shoulders, but not enough. “You aren’t..gonna convince me to stay?” She was still shocked, wondering why you wouldn’t beg for her back…beg desperately for mercy.
“No..” boy do you wish you hadn’t responded like that, but you were hurt and shocked still. More than likely stuck like that forever if she doesn’t fix the situation.
Cairo’s eyes widen, lips parted. “R-really? You aren’t even gonna…try?”
“I’ve done this before,” “you have?”
You have indeed. Your last break up happened similar, they said you weren’t good enough..made up an excuse to break up and you tried begging for them back. But they didn’t give you any reason and without word, left you.
“Yes, my first relationship. The break up ended the same way, and I tried begging for them back…but they left without a word.”
She blinks, guilt rising up in her. She should’ve known this had happened to you, and why did she not know? She doesn’t know.
“I-I’m sorry.” “Stop saying sorry…”
Because you aren’t, is what you wanted to end the sentence with.
Cairo frowns. She didn’t even realize she was responding with a ‘sorry’ every time she spoke. She sighs, “I’m just..I feel awful about this, I should’ve handled things better.”
“It’s fine. If you think without me is better…it’s fine.”
It isn’t fine
She’s hurt, hurt you aren’t trying for her back. She’s sighs and shakes her head,
“you’re too …..good for me.” “That’s what everybody says.”
Cairo seems even more surprised at your response. She didn't know that people had told you that, but she feels like it's true and it stings her a little. She clears her throat. "I- really?" she asks in a shaky voice.
You nod. Cairo nods, as she looks down again. The truth is that she thinks it's true, too. She knows she's not ready for a relationship, especially with someone like you. It was better for her to let you go, especially if she thinks you… can do better. She sighs as she feels the guilt of her decision rise up again.
“Well, they aren’t wrong.”
Well ouch.
“Ouch.”
Cairo freezes, as she looks straight back at you, her eyes full of tears. That... yeah, that hurt you. That response didn't help her with her guilt at all. She feels like the ground opens up under her feet at the unexpected words.
“Ouch?”she asks.
You sighed, not wanting to explain why it hurt. “Just go.”
Cairo is taken aback by how harsh you are, and her face quickly turns into a frown. She feels like the wind has been knocked out of her, and her breath catches in her throat.
Just... just go? She can't believe this... after all this time they spent together, this is all it took for her to say that so harshly...Even if she was pushing you away first, she doesn’t feel wanted anymore.
“If you think you’re better without me, then just go.” You didn’t want to push her away, but you were.
“Who said I’m better without you?” “You did! You said you’d be better without being in a relationship..and that we weren’t cut out,”
You cried, defending yourself. She grits her teeth, “and…and you took that as I think I’m better without you?”
“Then what?” You crossed your arms, fed up.
Cairo sighs deeply as she looks away. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't want to make her think that was what she meant. But she feels angry and hurt by her reaction to her words.
“…I said I think I am not ready to be with someone, I never said that I think I can do better without you...”
You sigh. “Then what do you want?”
She doesn’t think before she says, “maybe I would be better without you!”
You shake your head, crying more than before. “Just go..go.”
Cairo swallows deeply as she sees the harshness in her face. She sighs, as she looks down, finally accepting that there is no point in staying. There was no point in fighting back.
“…right.” she says after a few moments, and takes a deep breath. She turns around, starting to take steps away from you, her chest feeling heavy as she does so.
It started raining after, and you watched her leave the garden terrace. Leave you.
Now, all there was..is broken glass
Your fragile heart, shattered
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Oops
Mb
Y’all want a part two?
And I’m working on a continuation of ‘Lonely in her Mansion’ I just suck at smut so bare with me 😭
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Midnight Rain
(part three of ???)
-part one- -part two-
tyler galpin x gn!reader
summary - things go wrong at the Poe Cup !
tw - cursing, some violence
really minor spoilers for WEDNESDAY !
You woke up bright and early the next morning. The morning of the stupid event your stupid mother was stupidly making you do. Your eyes adjusted to the light in your room, and you forced yourself out of bed so you could get into your uniform to which you’d soon change out of into a very embarrassing cat costume. Why couldn’t you be apart of say, Xavier Thorpe’s group? They got to dress as cool scary clown-jester things. Oh wait. You HAD to be in Ophelia Hall.
Well, to be honest, it didn’t matter what you looked like, since you were gonna be changing anyway.
You got yourself ready for the day ahead of you, leaving your dorm to grab breakfast. All you heard was chatter about the Poe Cup. How Bianca was probably going to win again, and how annoyed they were over it. You ignored it, you heard talk like that all the time. Bianca was just crazy talented, and in your opinion others were just jealous. She was also dating a crazy attractive dude, so she had that going for her too.
You eventually found Bianca in the Quad, sitting next to Xavier who didn’t seem very interested in whatever she was saying. His pencil furiously scribbled across his paper, his brow furrowed in concentration. Bianca’s eyes met yours and she decided to ditch Xavier, who merely nodded in acknowledgement as she stood and went over to you.
“You ready for today?” She asked, the two of you heading to an empty table.
“As I’ll ever be.” You sighed, rubbing your temples.
“Your mom make you do it again?” She chuckled.
“Yup.” You muttered, taking a sip of your drink. The coffee at Nevermore wasn’t as good as the coffee at Weathervane. “Even gave me a whole plan.”
“You’ve got the principal on your team?” She scoffed a bit and crossed her arms. “Not fair.”
“You really think I’m gonna put in all my effort?” You snorted in reply. “I don’t care as much as my teammates about winning this stupid cup. It doesn’t matter that Mom came up with the plan if I don’t give a single shit about it.”
“Well, you have a point.” She agreed, resting her cheek against the palm of her hand and glancing over to Xavier, who was still drawing away.
“…alright, spill.” You hummed, finishing your coffee. “What did he do?”
“He just got all bitchy with me this morning.” She said with a frown. “Said something about trust? I dunno, I was too tired to comprehend a lot of it.” She tapped her nails on the table.
“You think it’s cuz you’re a siren?” You inquired. “If he’s talking weird about trust. Unless you did something that I don’t know about.”
“(Y/n), you know I’d tell you. Or he would, telling you to tell me like you’re some messenger pigeon.”
“I already told him I’m done being Hermes for him.” You chuckled. “Got tired of it last fight.”
“It wasn’t a fight!” She defended, almost pouting when you quizzically raised a brow. “Whatever, but I swear I didn’t do anything to prompt it.”
“Maybe his little white boy ego is insecure for whatever reason.” You suggested. “You’ve never used your powers on him before, have you?”
“(Y/n)! You know I’d never!”
“Exactly. Then I think this is a ‘Xavier Thorpe can’t communicate’ case. Talk to him.” You shrugged, earning a sigh from Bianca.
“It’s not that easy.” She said, looking back to you. “If you were in a relationship, you’d know.”
“Uh huh. Well I am definitely not in a relationship.” You chuckled, finishing up your food. “Don’t plan to be.”
“Oh yeah?” She cocked an eyebrow, glancing to your phone on the table as it lit up. “Who’s Tyler?”
Your eyes followed her to the phone, to which a banner appeared on your lock screen, which was a message from Tyler.
“No one.” You said simply, taking your phone and putting it in your pocket.
“Oh no, now you gotta tell me.” Bianca demanded with a mischievous grin. “You talkin’ to someone?”
“He’s just the barista from Weathervane.”
“Why do you have just the barista from Weathervane’s number in your phone, hm?”
“He’s been tutoring me, I guess.”
“Just tutoring?”
“Bianca!”
“Okay okay, kidding, sorry. But seriously, the barista at Weathervane’s been tutoring you?” She questioned, sitting up as she was now fully interested.
“Yeah. That’s how I aced my homework assignment.” You chuckled.
“Isn’t he the sheriff’s son?”
You shrugged. “I dunno. Why?”
“Well, a dude named Tyler who works at Weathervane who is also the sheriff’s son destroyed Xavier’s mural in town along with some of his buddies.” Bianca said. “He was pretty upset about it.”
Weird.
Tyler doesn’t seem like the type who’d do something like that. He was so sweet to you, and always seemed more introverted. His dumb friends came into the coffee shop every once in a while, and Tyler always seemed so uncomfortable.
“Huh. I’ll mention it to him next time I see him.” You promised, before checking your watch. “We might wanna go get ready. It’s about that time.”
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“O. M. G.”
Here we go.
“(Y/n), you look so cute!” Enid squealed after you exited the tent in your black cat costume. You really hadn’t wanted to do the nose and whiskers, but Yoko pretty much forced you down.
“Don’t push it, Enid.” You sighed.
“So! You mentioned not being in the boat! What’s your plan?” She asked, a huge grin on her face.
“You’ll see.” You waved your hand. “Good luck, Enid.”
“Oh- well okay! Kick some butt, (Y/n)!” She grinned, and you gave another half-assed wave of your hand before trudging to your spot in the woods that your mother told you to wait at. Sure enough she was right.
Kent was standing there pretty awkwardly, but with anticipation. He seemed antsy.
Bianca probably came up with this one.
You stayed hidden, about ready to pull out your hair when your mom started her big long speech. It reminded you of her lectures. Finally, the cue was given to begin. You waited patiently until Kent dove into the water, and you did the same along with the item you held. He didn’t seem to notice, watching as his legs molded into a long tail.
Within about five seconds, you looked exactly like him. You shuddered at the feeling of the tail. Yuck. You clutched the net you held, taking a deep breath before darting over.
Alerted by the noise of your swimming, Kent whipped around and his jaw dropped at a copy of himself zooming towards him with a net. You swam circles around him before diving down and catching him in the net. You smiled cutely and waved, smacking his head with your newfound tail. His eyes rolled back into his head and he began to sink.
That was sort of…exhilarating.
You remembered the task at hand and swam towards the surface, looking for the canoes. You caught Bianca’s gaze, who glared and you and beckoned you over and angrily gestured to the vampire boat.
Right, you were currently Kent.
You decided to play along as to not arouse suspicion. You darted underwater over to the boat, before placing your hands on the boat and shaking. There were yelps from the vampire as their boat began to rock back and forth. You gasped as a compartment in the bottom of the boat opened and a full spear shot out. You let out a yelp and dodged, but the spear fully took out a good chunk of your forearm. You shrieked and grit your teeth, trying not to lose focus and change back into your original self.
You shot up and grabbed the side of the boat and flat out pulled it over angrily, pretty pissed that you were losing a bunch of blood from your forearm. You punched a couple vampires in the face and darted off. By the time you caught up to everybody else, they had gotten to the island. A couple people were guarding the boats, and you waited patiently from afar.
You spotted Xavier and Rowan running back with their flag. They hurriedly got into the boat and their team began to row away. Bianca soon followed, and she shouted angrily at who she thought was Kent to get them. You rolled your eyes and swam after Xavier’s boat, doing the same thing you did with the first boat. You made sure to keep an eye out for traps, not wanting to get impaled or anything.
Just as you thought, some compartments opened and curved blades appeared. They were about eight of them protruding from the bottom, all in L shapes pointing to the edges of the boat. You grit yourself teeth and carefully swam to behind the boat in hopes to slow it down.
But you forgot about one crucial thing. Or one crucial person.
The resident telekinetic.
You felt an invisible force grab you by the throat and force you up out of the water. You let out a shout and gripped at your neck, obviously grabbing onto nothing.
“Uh-!” Rowan’s eyes were wide, like he didn’t know what to do next. He looked at Xavier in a panic.
“Knock him out or something!” Xavier yelled.
Your mind raced. You needed to come up with an idea and quick. You took a deep breath and started to shift into Rowan himself, hoping to scare him enough that he would drop you. Everyone in the boat was completely stunned, and Rowan let out a shout and quickly threw you back into the water. Your head collided with the side of the boat and then…
Everything went dark.
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When you came to, you felt your head pounding. Your ears rang as you slowly opened your eyes, which one of them also felt sore as well. The light was bright. Too bright.
“(Y/n)! Oh my gosh, you’re alive!” A loud voice exclaimed, only making your head pound even more.
“Shh!” Someone else shushed, but you could hardly see the people in front of you because of how bright the light was.
“Wh…huh?” You said groggily, your eyes adjusting to the light. There in front of you was your entire team, back in their uniforms but still wearing the cat makeup. “Guys?”
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Enid said, not listening to whoever had shushed her. “I had no clue that was you the whole time! Xavier Thorpe said your name or something or said something about you and then we all saw you in the water!”
Oh. Right. Rowan dropped you. You being unconscious must have reverted you back to your regular form.
“Did we lose?” You asked, and Enid smiled half-heartedly.
“Yeah. Only because we stopped to go get you.”
Your heart sank. They lost because of you. You were so careless and got hurt, and they all suffered.
“Oh. Okay.” You breathed out. You knew they’d all try to reassure you, but you weren’t going to believe them anyway so what was even the point?
Then, a light clearing of the throat got the attention of everyone. There stood your mother, an almost unreadable expression on her face. Your teammates got the idea, waved to you and left. Once they cleared, she sat at the edge of the bed.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Not great. My head feels awful.” You said honestly. “My eye kind of hurts too.”
Your eye pain wasn’t as prominent as your headache, but you didn’t think much of it as you reached up to rub it. Your mother tensed. You were confused for a split second and then you felt it. The skin didn’t feel as the rest of your body. It felt rough and uneven. It wasn’t some dry skin, either.
“Mom. Get me a mirror.” You said, feeling the rough bit of skin around your left eye. It was in a longer stripe going up and down the eye.
She sighed and fished around in her pocket and pulled out a compact mirror, handing it over and lightly putting her hand on your leg for comfort. You opened the mirror and held it up to reflect your face.
There was a scar running over your left eye. Gross and ragged skin in a line about half an inch thick and about five inches long.
“Mom…what the hell happened?” You breathed out shakily, reaching up and tenderly running two fingers along the scar.
“When Mr. Laslow dropped you off the side…you knocked your head and one of the blades sticking out from their boat…well, you can see.” She sighed. “You’re lucky your teammates pulled you out in time. You could have…drowned.” She said, her voice strained as if she were forcing them out.
“Oh my god.” You breathed out, shutting the mirror and tossing it on the bed. “And you made me do this stupid thing!”
Anger suddenly welled up inside you. You had never wanted to participate. You only agreed at first because Enid was sick, and it was unfair to her to risk losing like that. But because of your mom’s need to win, you suffered. You could have died.
“I never wanted to do this!” You shouted, relieved the infirmary was empty. You moved your leg away from her hand. “This is all your fault!”
She flinched, like she knew you were right, but she didn’t reply.
“Now I have this ugly scar and maybe even brain damage from almost drowning! I hope every time you see me you get reminded of what you did! Now get out!”
Your mother winced once more and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I know that people your age says things they don’t mean.” She breathed out, standing. “I’ll let the nurse take care of you for now. I love you very much, dear.” She leaned down, planting a motherly kiss on the top of your head before walking out.
Well maybe you were a bit harsh.
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After being looked at by the nurse for about a day, it was determined you were now suffering from mild hypoxia brain damage.
Basically, the restricted flow of oxygen being supplied to the brain had fucked up your head. Luckily, it wasn’t severe, and the nurse told you not to worry about any of the more intense side effects. She did warn you about headaches, disorientation, poor concentration, and difficulty coordinating balance. It also turns out you’d been out cold for a day when you first lost consciousness.
Great. More impairments for your grades.
The nurse let you go and you made a beeline for your room, angrily throwing the door open and shut. You sat on your bed and took some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down and think things through. You knew your mom didn’t want anything terrible to happen to you, what you said just slipped out. You should be angry at Rowan, not her.
You were interrupted by your thoughts by a buzzing of your phone, that was oddly charging on your nightstand. You didn’t remember putting it there.
You took it off the charger and checked it. There were a lot of messages from your friends. Bianca had sent about fifty, Enid about fifty-five, and Xavier around ten. You decided you could catch up with them later. You see them like, every day.
What really caught your eye was Tyler’s name popping up. He only sent you about two messages.
Yesterday: Hey! Haven’t heard from you. Hope you won!
Today: I didn’t see you today. Everything alright?
Why did he bother texting you? You couldn’t believe he even remembered. Guess you were the star customer of Weathervane.
You quickly typed a response.
Yeah, just some injuries from the Cup. I should be back tomorrow.
You were very surprised at how fast he replied.
Oh no! I hope you’re feeling alright. Although, if you are coming tomorrow, I am off work.
Oh? That’s alright, I can just not come in.
No no no! I actually wanted to see if you wanted to grab a coffee and sit with me?
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
HOLY SHIT.
Was he asking you on a date?
Like…a date?
Y’know, yeah. Like a date. I’d like to get to know you more aside from tutoring
If that’s okay, of course
Holy. Shit.
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tags 🏷 @justageek @peachycupotea @realmermaid333 @noahspector @mizzydr @gasolinesavages @elizabeth916
#tyler galpin x reader#tyler galpin#tyler galpin x you#wednesday#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#xavier thorpe#nevermore#nevermore academy#gn!reader#larissa weems#bianca barclay#rowan laslow#poe cup
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A tragic love story
Ethan Landry x M!Reader
SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6!!!
Warnings: Angst and swearing
A/n: This takes place during the ladder scene but with y/n and Ethan. Btw y/n is also Anika’s brother
The day started off normal y/n was relived his classes were over and his sister Anika invited him to hang out with their friend group and watch a movie. When y/n got the invitation he decided to invite his boyfriend Ethan, to come along. Ethan decided to cancel his plans to goto Econ and hang out with y/n because they haven’t really had the time to do anything with each other.
Anika and Quinn both knew about how y/n and Ethan felt about each other and decided to leave them alone at the movie theaters because they had something “important” to do. And that is why y/n and Ethan are where they are today
The movie was pretty boring but it was fun finally being able to together after weeks not being able to see each other. After the movie was done the core4 decided to have their dinner. And Quinn decided to go in her bedroom with her “boyfriend”. Leaving Anika, Ethan, and y/n on the couch watching whatever show Anika put on the TV after the movie.
Suddenly they heard banging and what sounded like groaning. All three of them looked at each other trying not to laugh because of what was happening behind the door. But then then groaning turned into murderous screams. Then all 3 of them and the Core4 got a message from a random number. They all looked at the text message and saw ghostface attacking Quinn.
The core4 rushed into the living room and the screams stopped. Nobody dared to say a word. All of a sudden Mindy tells Anika to Run and that’s when all hell broke loose.
Quinn’s body suddenly fell onto Anika. As Chad and Tara darted for the front door Y/n still couldn’t comprehend what just happened he just witnessed his best friend’s lifeless body right in front of him. All of a sudden Ethan took y/n’s arm trying to drag him to the front door. When they were near inches away from the door y/n heard Anika start screaming and saw ghostface stabbing her and dragging the knife up her body.
Y/n couldn’t just watch his sister die while he did nothing to help her so he took his arm away from Ethan’s hand and ran to save his sister.
Ghostface however felt y/n running towards him and watched as y/n ran into his knife. Ghostface decided to stab y/n into the sides repeatedly as y/n’s screams filled the apartment. Sam took action first and hit ghostface with a knife block. Ethan helped y/n get up and walked him to Quinn’s bedroom as Mindy, Anika, and Sam followed.
Sam locked the door. She told Mindy to barricade the bathroom door while she tried to find a way to escape. When all of a sudden she saw the cute neighbor Danny come out with a ladder to help them cross the apartment.
“I don’t think y/n and Anika can go through that” Ethan said as he was helping y/n with his wound. (btw this is a line from @bricksduhh’s Ethan Landry fanfic b/c I couldn’t think of anything Ethan could say😭) “we don’t have a choice” said Sam as she went across the ladder first. “Y/n you have to go next” said Ethan. “I’m injured and I can’t leave my sister to die” y/n said as tears started to form in his eyes as his wound started to hurt more as time went on. “Y/n I can’t leave you” Ethan said as tears started to form from his eyes as well. “WILL ONE OF YOU PLEASE JUST GO HES ABOUT TO BREAK IN” Mindy says. “Please Ethan just go don’t worry about me” y/n said.
Ethan pulled y/n in for one last kiss before he crossed the ladder. Ethan crossed the ladder but y/n refused to go and made Mindy go. Leaving only Anika and y/n in the apartment with the attacker. “Anika please go I would rather die then have you die” y/n cried as he told his sister. Anika tried convincing y/n to go but there was nothing making him go next across the ladder. “If I die tell mom and dad I love them” y/n cried in pain.
Anika went across the ladder and it was y/n’s turn. He tried crossing the ladder but his wounds started to sting even more. “Guys I can’t” y/n cried in pain. “Come on y/n try!” Ethan yelled out. But as y/n was almost halfway across the ladder everyone froze in fear. “What” said y/n as he turned around.
He saw ghost face and started to scream in fear trying to cross the ladder as fast as he could. But all of a sudden he felt the ladder shake violently. “Ethan I don’t wanna die” y/n cried out. He was holding on to the ladder for dear life. “Y/n give me your hand!” Yelled Sam. He tried to reach for her hand but then he lost balance. His screams filled the alleyway as he fell from a great height. He landed face first on the garbage can bellow and died. They all watched in fear and sadness. Anika lost her brother and Ethan lost his boyfriend.
Time skip to act 3 (btw Anika and Danny are also going to be in act 3)
Ethan took off his mask and revealed himself as the 2nd ghost face along with Quinn and his father. “Ethan?” Tara would say “Why would you do this.” Sam said. Eventually they found out that they were richie’s family. “You killed my fucking brother. YOUR boyfriend.” Anika screamed in anger. “I did love him!” Ethan screamed. “Killing him wasn’t apart of the plan but seeing you angry makes it all worth it”
A/n: ok so I think I did pretty good for my first fanfic. (Pls give me some feedback on what I did bad and good on🥰 )
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Celebrity Next Door - Chapter 18
Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)
Series Summary: Moving to a new location is difficult but living next to somebody you’d never expect to meet, and catching feelings? That’s damn near impossible to comprehend.
Chapter Summary: New house, new memories, new life.
Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, anxieties, flashbacks, buuuut lots of sexxxy smut so enjoy! ;)
Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!
Texas, here we come.
I was nervous, anxious and scared to move, to finally take this step but ever since last night's events, I’ve never been more excited. We told the kids this morning and their reactions were better than we thought they where going to be. Katie was excited to have an “endless sleepover” and constant tea parties, and Kevin just seemed… happy. Genially happy. He even hugged his dad which was a shock.
We all said goodbye to my family at the house. I didn’t really want a goodbye at the airport after last night, even though I’ve forgiven most of them. I just wanted to start this new chapter with my new family, just us.
We arrived in Texas later that afternoon, dropped the kids off back at their mom's, and headed to our new home, together. I was excited and happy, Jensen seemed to be also, but there was something bothering him beneath the surface and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
I gave him time and patience as we unloaded all our luggage from the car and brought it to our new bedroom. He was trying really hard to keep up the happy guy act, but his smile wasn’t as bright, his eyes looked worried and concerned like he was scared to say whatever he wanted to.
After our clothes were put away, I crossed the room to where he was sitting on the bed. I sat in between his legs, facing him. My hand moved to his cheek and he grinned while he rested against it. “You doing okay?” I questioned lightly.
He sighed and nodded before his gaze looked to the floor. “Sort of.”
“What’s going on?”
He stood slowly as his hands ran through his hair, “I don’t want to ruin today by complaining about my stuff honey, it’s okay I’m good.”
I shook my head and stood with him, grabbing his hand in mine. “You're not ruining anything, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head and turned towards me, hands on my arms. “I just.. fuck it’s so stupid.” He paused to laugh at himself, “I thought I’d come home with you and the house would be fresh, but I can’t get it out of my head.”
I tilted my head in confusion before I realized what he meant. “The stuff that happened between you and Danneel?”
He nodded sadly.
I hugged him tight and my heart broke for him. I could understand that, the triggers, flashbacks of events that occurred. I wouldn’t ever blame him.
He lifted his head to face me and frowned, “I’m sorry. It’s not fair, this is your first day in our home and I’m ruining it with my own shit.”
I shook my head, “No, you're not. The last time you’ve really lived here was chaotic and hard on you, I get that.”
He sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed, “I don’t understand. I’m over what happened, but for some reason ever since I’ve walked in here my chest is tight and I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.”
I nodded and sat beside him, holding his hand tightly in mine. “It’s a trigger. A flashback. You might have forgiven and moved on but it’s hard to forget the pain you’ve been through, especially when you return to the scene where the pain occurred in the first place.”
His hands moved to his hair as he ran his fingers through them, his breathing a little heavier than usual. I moved close, my hand against his back and my mouth by his ear. “Hey, you're okay Jensen, just take a deep breath.”
He nodded and took a shaky breath in before exhaling deep. He kept it up, holding the breath in and then slowly pushing out until I felt his shoulders relax a bit.
I smiled when his head turned towards me, a weak grin spread across his face. “Thank you honey.”
Shaking my head, I kissed him gently. “Don’t need to thank me. I’m here.”
A few hours had passed and Jensen was in a better mood, we unpacked more stuff, it didn’t take long considering I didn’t have much but Jensen ordered new bed sheets, new blankets, basically anything that was shared with Daneel was replaced.
I didn’t mind either way. I mean, it was thoughtful and kind, but I knew it was mainly for himself. Starting fresh. That’s what we both needed.
And that’s when a thought crossed my mind. A dirty, hot, and exciting thought. Maybe we needed to replace the memories here, give eachother a memory that we can hold onto forever.
Jensen was in the kitchen putting away the dishes when I escaped to the bedroom, changing into the only piece of lingerie I owned, and internally thanking myself for buying it even when I thought I’d never use it.
I never wore something like this before, there was never a chance and my body confidence wasn’t strong enough to show it off, but tonight I was determined to give Jensen an image he wouldn’t soon forget.
I pulled on the black and pink laced bra and tightened it before sliding on the matching pink thong. The fishnets were next and I cursed at whoever created such a difficult piece of clothing for women.
When I was dressed, I looked in the mirror and blew out a breath.
Even without the confidence, I knew Jensen was going to be blown away by my outfit choice.
When I came back into the kitchen, Jensen's back was turned towards me and I smiled nervously. I cleared my throat and Jensen turned his head slightly but not enough to see me.
“Doing good honey?” He questioned.
I laughed lightly and leaned against the counter to give him a nice view if he would ever turn around. “Yeah I’m good. I’ll be better in a few minutes.”
He chuckled, “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
This time I laughed loudly and shook my head. “Well, if you’d ever turn around you’d know.”
He tossed the towel down and finally turned before he froze, eyes locked in on my body, redness filling his face from the tip of his ears to his cheeks.
His mouth dropped open slightly into an o shape, and he sucked in a breath.
“Oh… wow. Holy shit Y/N, you look… Jesus.”
I smiled as my own cheeks burned red, coming around the counter to show it off. My fingers traced up and down his chest, eyes trailing with it. I smirked and leaned into his ear. “Wait till you see the back.”
He swallowed hard as I turned around, giving him a nice clear view of my ass that he loved so much. He groaned underneath his breath and I could feel him watching me, staring at every piece of skin he could see. “My god, you are just… gorgeous. I’m a lucky man.”
I giggled and turned back towards him, “Well, I was thinking maybe we both could be lucky. Maybe we could christen every room in this house, start our new life with some good memories.”
He nodded frantically and pulled me close, nails digging into my hips tightly. “I’m game.”
I smirked and moved to the counter, my back against him. “Well, I was thinking maybe here first… you could fuck me against our new kitchen island….”
He gasped and before I could say anything, his hands where on the globes off my ass, pulling me towards him. He leaned closer to my ear leaving goosebumps everywhere. “You want me to bend you over and fuck you right here?”
I bit my lip to stifle the moan and nodded, before his hand came to my hair, pulling me backwards until my back was flush against his chest. “Words honey.”
“Yes… yes I want you to fuck me right here.”
He stayed silent but the sound of his belt sliding out of the loops sent shivers down my spine. Jensen usually wasn’t dominating in bed, but it was certainly a nice change of events.
His hand moved to the back of my neck as he pushed me down onto the counter, a gasp leaving my lips as the cold tile pressed against my exposed skin and my cheek.
“Put your hands on the sides of the counter, and hold on.” He demanded.
I quickly did as he said, waiting in anticipation for him to give me what I so desperately needed, but he was taking his time.
His fingers moved lower, tracing overtop of my panties causing me to squirm. He groaned in his throat and leaned closer to kiss my back. “Your already soaked, you really like this eh?”
I nodded and breathed deep, trying to hold back begging him to fuck me, but I was ready to.
He chuckled lightly as his hands moved back to my hips. “Ready?”
I just started to nod my head when his cock slammed deep inside, causing my body to shoot forward. My hands gripped the counter tightly as a loud and needy moan escaped my lips. He panted against me, desperate to fill me as much as he possibly could.He was relentless and rough in such a good way, pounding me over and over again, hips slamming against mine, pushing and pressing against me so hard.
It felt like he was punishing me, like he hated me and I loved it. I knew he loved me, I knew that he wasn’t taking anything out on me, but it just felt freeing to have him completely in control, demanding my body, taking what was his.
My hands were going white against the counter and every slam was starting to ache on my stomach to the point were it really hurt. I lifted my head dizzily, and turned the best I could towards him. “J-Jensen..”
He stilled his movements and leaned over, brushing the hair from my face, “Yeah? You alright?”
I nodded and rested my head back down, “Just… the counter hurts a bit.”
He slowly pulled out of me as his hand came to my arms, spinning me around gently. He smiled and bent lower, grabbing my thighs to lift me up.
As gently as possible, he picked me up and brought me to the kitchen table before laying me down on my back. I sighed contently and nodded, “Much better.”
He smirked, his hand moving down to stroke his hard cock before he slid back inside me in one swift motion. I leaned my head back and whimpered as he filled me up to the point where I didn’t think he could reach any further, but every thrust, every movement felt like he was hitting spots I didn’t realize were there.
He leaned over me, hands grabbing mine to hold them in place. “This is better anyways, I like seeing your gorgeous face as I fuck you.”
My eyes slammed shut as his words brought me closer to the edge, every word that rolled off his tongue pushed me further and further. “Oh god, oh fuck, yes Jensen, please more.”
His hands pulled down on my hips, forcing me closer and himself deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in my head. He groaned loudly as he watched me fall apart, desperate to get me there.
“Oh fuck, your so fucking hot baby, so damn delicious.” He spoke hungrily.
I nodded and opened my eyes, my hand reaching for the back of his head to pull him lower. He smirked as his eyes glanced on my lips, kissing them deeply.
I could feel the shockwaves crashing through my entire body, legs shaking with pleasure and hot white lights exploding before my eyes, I was there, and I just needed a push. He groaned as his forehead dropped against mine, “Oh fuck your so tight.”
“P-Please… Jensen…” I choked out.
He lifted his head as his hand came to my cheek, “What do you need?”
“S-So close…”
He nodded in understanding as he sat up gently, pulling my legs over his shoulders to get as deep as he could. His other hand moved to my clit, rubbing the nub so roughly that I thought I might explode right here. “I’m right behind you honey, cum for me.”
I closed my eyes tight as I felt the coil start to snap, my vision went dark and the entire world around me was spinning, rotating like I was about to fall off.
He let out a rather loud moan as he pumped a few more times, exploding right inside of me.
When he stilled, the room was filled with breathy gasps for air and hot sticky arousal, filled with love and passion, exactly how I wanted it to be.
He gently pulled out of me and rushed to grab a towel before cleaning me up and fixing my clothes. I stayed where I was, unsure if I would even be able to walk after that. He leaned over me, bright lust blown eyes staring right back at me. He smiled lightly and kissed my cheek. “Are you okay?”
I nodded lazily and fluttered my eyes open, “Yeah, I’m good just… exhausted.”
He smirked and helped me to my feet, holding me tightly against him.
“Well, why don’t we go take a nap, and than we can see how many other rooms we can christen if your up to it?”
I giggled playfully and nodded, “Yeah, I’m game.”
“Hey, that’s my line.”
I laughed loudly and shook my head, walking towards the bedroom to get some sleep, “It’s mine now.”
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We lost you on Thursday.
We laid you to rest today.
My entire life you were my best friend, and my Nana.
The dread and loneliness that consume me attempting to comprehend the reality that you’re gone feels insurmountable, but otherwise is indescribable.
And I ask myself a question almost identical to one I’ve heard numerous times before, but is now so raw, painful and real:
How can such a strong person,
a life brimming with so much energy and love,
a soul so powerful,
simply…disappear?
You lived life in a way that made the inevitable seem impossible. You made 95 years seem too soon. In the past 15 years alone you battled and fully recovered from heart surgery, a stroke, emergency surgery, cancer, and technically even covid. You could’ve lived forever, proved immortality is actually possible, and it would’ve been less of a shock than this. I genuinely never expected to outlive you.
Thank you for quite literally everything you’ve ever given me, and for all the memories I have of/because of you.
For the memories I share with D and H, and even with B; all the times I’d come over to your apartment on a Saturday evening, and we’d order Chinese food (was there ever a time you didn’t get sesame chicken?), then set up the pullout sofa-bed exactly the way you wanted it, and finally watch a movie or tv until we’d doze off. It didn’t matter how late mom and dad would pick me up the following day, they always came too early.
For all the trips the two of us would take to the mall to get dinner from some place in the food court, and then walk around and shop…and sorry for all the times I pulled you into Hot Topic, I know you hated going in there.
For the countless stories you got to tell me about relatives I never had the chance to meet.
Even for the times I took you to doctor’s appointments, because we’d still spend time together afterwards, whether it was going to the diner or Red Lobster, or just going back to your apartment and keeping you company.
And even for all the things that may seem unimportant or even silly;
Like when you were the only one who showed genuine anger after the girl who bullied me left a threatening note in my backpack, and you told me to “punch her right in her fucking face”.
Or that one time mom and I were at your apartment and she had seemingly gone through every channel on your tv, but still couldn’t find something you wanted to watch, so she gave up and handed me the remote. So I sat down next to you on the couch, then almost immediately found and put on IASIP for us; you thought it was the funniest fucking show(and of course you decided Charlie Day was your favorite before we’d even finished one episode).
I’ll miss everything about you, right down to the smart ass remarks, the multiple, sometimes nonstop phone calls, and the never ending voicemails that’d fill up the mailbox on mom’s phone.
I could go on forever, but it would never be enough; 5 giant trifold boards filled with cards and photos of you throughout the years with various family members and friends could only display the tiniest fraction of photos, and memories, that really exist. All of the family and friends in one room for you, and it felt so wrong that you weren’t right there along with us.
Your hair and makeup looked amazing. And I promise that you were taken care of by some of the best in the industry, at least one of them a former classmate of mine, so you were not left alone with strangers like you’d so often worry about.
Mom got you your newspaper and gave it to you along with $5;
Ash bought you your usual lucky numbers for the next lotto drawing and gave that to you;
I snuck a $20 into your pocket, just like you’d do to me and all your other grandchildren.
We made sure, and I think it’s safe to say that you’ve got pretty much everything you usually need and want, so you’re all set for wherever it is you may be.
The last time I visited you, before saying goodbye I told you, “I’ll see you soon”. I hope so badly that somehow, in some way, I’ll be able to.
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What Will We Wish Was Like it Was Before?
Good morning dear readers. Yesterday I randomly ran into my mom at the grocery store as she was about to leave, which, despite living in a small town, I don’t think has ever happened before.
While she was checking out and scanning her items, she started…complaining. “Why can’t things be the way they used to be?” I asked her if she meant she would rather the cashiers be checking her out instead of having to scan the items herself. She told me yes, that she misses when they would do it instead of her having to do it, which I could tell she was somewhat struggling with.
And I get it. I always scan my own groceries instead of waiting in the two checkout lines they have available, when they used to have dozens before the pandemic. It is somewhat of a pain, but I also like the freedom of checking out at my own pace and bagging everything how I want it. There’s also all the touchscreen prompts you have to follow when checking out now, which can get a little confusing at times.
So again, I get it. When you’re used to something for so long being one way, it does get frustrating when it suddenly changes and you’re left to figure out how to do it differently going forward. And that, I think, was her main complaint (not her thinking she’s above checking herself out).
After our interaction, I couldn’t help but wonder what we will wish would have stayed the same as it was when we were younger. Will it be cell phones? Cars? Voting rights? TV’s or the Internet? So much has been changing at such a rapid pace the last few years that my brain mentally can’t comprehend what life will look like by the time we’re in our 60’s.
I’ve always thought of myself as good with change, but the thought of getting older and longing for the way things were years before seems…scary? Maybe a little sad? I know it’s a very real, human feeling that we all deal with at some point in our lives, no matter how old we are, but at that moment when my mom said that, I felt for her.
Who knows what life will look like in 40 years? What will we wish had stayed the same? If I wanted to go mad, I would ask myself those questions all day. But instead, I’m choosing to focus on the present and enjoy today for what it is.
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The Official (Finale Part and Chapter)
Aquarius was making an exception by cleaning the Voorhees’ place up by dusting the rooms and replanting the vegetables in their garden. After she was done, she left a big gift-wrapped box for MJ on her and Jason’s bed. She left a note, saying “Do not let Jason see ;)”. Pennywise had no clue that Aquarius made MJ a replica of the wedding dress that MJ loved so much. That’s not important though.
Everything may be ready and prepared for the Voorhees’ arrival, they just hope that MJ and her family would approve, or else this whole wedding redo will be for nothing.
***
As Jason was just packing his and his girl’s things for home, MJ was trying to sleep a little longer until it’s time for them to go. When it is time to go, Jason gently woke MJ up. “It’s time to go now mom.” Malon said, after she saw her mom waking up. Because of her rough night the other night, she didn’t get very much of a goodnight sleep. MJ still refused to take a shower before leaving; since she was too disgusted from the other night. She wanted to go home and get a nice relaxing hot bath when they get back to their place; after hearing from the Grays that their home is ready for them to move back in.
MJ slept in the back seat while Malon sits in the front with her dad, which was a nice change. Jason checked on his wife from time to time by looking into the rearview mirror, to see if she’s doing alright.
When they made it back home, they were greeted by all of their slasher friends, including the Grays; Eric was at work so he couldn’t attend at the moment. Jason and MJ were shocked to see how beautiful the woods looked; all the flowers regrowing to replace the burnt trees and ashes, the leaves on the trees are growing in its place. MJ almost cried. “If I wasn’t so disgusting looking, I’d hug you all for you guys’ efforts.” MJ cried with happy tears. When Bubba heard her mentioning a hug, he squealed excitedly and rushed over to give MJ a bearhug, not caring what MJ said about being disgusting. “Alright Bubba, that’s enough, give her and her family some space.” Aquarius said. “Let’s give the Voorhees’ some time and peace for now to get settled, then we’ll tell them their surprise.” Aquarius added.
MJ didn’t fully comprehend on what Aquarius was saying, she just wanted to get washed up, especially to the fact that Bubba hasn’t bathe in who knows how long. Jason didn’t go inside, he wanted to know what was going on with everyone; so he turned to Pennywise for an explanation. Pennywise heard what Jason said in his mind, so he asked Aquarius, since it was mainly her idea. “Jason wanted to know what’s going on.” Pennywise explained to his wife. Aquarius smiled at Jason before she explains things to him.
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After MJ had her bath and is feeling more refreshed, she noticed Malon grooming Skippy on the floor, because he was so chubby, she gave him a pink ribbon to tie it on the top of its head. MJ giggled from the background as she was walking towards her and Jason’s room to get dressed into something comfortable. That is until she saw Aquarius on the bed with a gift-wrapped box. “Hello MJ... Sorry to have come in while you’re in your bathrobe, but I just wanted to explain to you what is going to happen today.” Aquarius explained. “Sweetie, whatever it is you’re planning for me and my family, we’re just too tired to do anything since the horrific event that we’ve been through.” MJ explained. Aquarius nodded and understands, but she’s still going to give her the box anyway. “Well, once you open this box, you’ll see what I was going to bring up; since the gift is like a hint.” Aquarius winked. MJ decided to accept her wishes and open the box.
When she opened the box, she was shocked to see a wedding dress in a box; the kind that looked like the dress that she fell in love with. However, there’s something different about the dress. “I remember you’ve told me that you didn’t want to make you a dress to match the one that you loved, but I had a feeling in my gut that you still wished for that dress, so I bought the spaghetti-strapped dress cheap, and only bought the lace and silk thread. I hope that’s okay.” Aquarius explained. MJ was a little mad at first, but remembering back when she felt like a princess in the dress that she loved, made her tear up with bliss. So she hugged her friend for her effort and not giving up on her. “Thank you, Aquarius... But does Jason still want to marry me, after what we’ve been through?” MJ asked in concern. Aquarius smiled before resting her hand on her cheek for comfort. “He will love nothing more than to make you his wife... again.” Aquarius said with a little nose-boop. “Now... Let’s get your hair done up nicely.” Aquarius added.
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Meanwhile, Pennywise was helping Jason get ready... Except, they both don’t know how to tie ties. “How could you not know how to tie ties?” Jason asked from his mind. “Now why would a space clown demon like myself would want to wear a tie? now you know why I’m a stubborn one when it comes to dressing fancy.” Pennywise explained. Just as Pennywise was getting close to getting the tie tied, he accidentally tied it too tight. Lucky for Jason that he doesn’t need oxygen to breathe, but he did flex his neck to break the tie lose. “Too tight, huh?” Pennywise asked in a sheepish smile. “When my wife is done with yours, I’ll have her to fix your tie, cool?” Pennywise asked. Jason couldn’t agree more with his suggestion.
When Aquarius came to check on Jason, she was amazed by how built Jason is in a suit. “Jason, you look amazing!” Aquarius complimented. That is until Jason turned around and saw that Jason isn’t wearing a tie. “Having trouble with your tie Jay?” Aquarius asked. Jason nodded ‘yes’ as he passed the tie over to her. “I’m assuming that you wanted me to tie it for you?” Aquarius assumes. “If you don’t mind; from my experience, you’re the only women that can put a tie around the humans’ weak, breakable necks.” Pennywise said. Aquarius rolled her eyes before she ties the tie around Jason’s neck. “There you go... Lucky for you, you don’t have a son...” “Yet...” Pennywise chuckled, after hearing Aquarius’s statement. “He’s just kidding Jason; I don’t think you have the sperm for that anyway...” Aquarius said. Jason blushed bright red with embarrassment. “Jason just said--” “DON’T...” Jason snapped with force.
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When everyone is ready for the wedding, the rest of the guest that came; who has forgotten about what has happened in the past twelve hours, came like as if they came only once. Pennywise informed the Voorhees how he and Papawise erased everyone’s memory from the last twelve hours, including Eric and Lily. However, that didn’t get Jason’s approval at all; Lily was finally warming up to Jason, but now that her memory has been erased, she’ll behave like he’s a monster... again. Of course, he’s not letting these attempts get to him, he just wanted to marry the one he loves.
Just as everyone was in their seats, Jason waits patiently for his bride to arrive. “You seem to be nervous there Jay, you look completely pale right there.” Pennywise teased. “Are you saying that to make me mad, or are you actually this ignorant? But yes, I am nervous; what if the women I’m marrying isn’t really MJ? like when she nearly married the wrong guy.” Jason admits in his head. Pennywise just chuckles before patting his back. “I knew that the incognito creep being you was oddly suspicious; I sensed that MJ is still her own self. Now shut up and don’t worry so much... your fear is too intoxicating for me to chew on.” Pennywise said.
Before Jason could respond, everyone was quiet after hearing the wedding music playing The Nature of Love. Jason watched as he sees Malon and Archie walking down the aisle doing their roles as the flower girl and the ring bearer. Jason couldn’t help but tear up by how adorable they looked. That is until he looked over from a distance.
He thought he saw an angel that have fallen from heaven; he could not believe that it’s his wife, his best friend who became his lifelong lover.
Eric has insisted on walking MJ down the aisle, since her dad isn’t going to be there to give his daughter away; MJ thinks of Eric like an older brother, so she considers him as family. As they both made it to the end, MJ gave Eric a kiss by the cheek before accepting Jason’s hand.
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MJ can see Jason tearing up with an adorable smile, that she couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “You look really handsome Jay; you look like a civilized human-being.” MJ complimented. Jason nodded with a smile before the priest starts the ceremony.
[skip to the ‘I dos’]
“Do you Jason, take MJ to be your lofted wedded wife, from forever to hold, until death do us part?” The priest asked Jason. Jason nodded before Pennywise makes a ‘translation’. “He said ‘I do’.” Pennywise translated. Then the priest turned towards MJ to ask her the same question. “And do you MJ, take Jason to be your lofted wedded husband, from forever to hold, until death do us part?” MJ made a tear fall from her eye, so Aquarius from behind gently dabbed the tear away, so that way she won’t smudge her mascara. “I do.” MJ finally answered.
When it is now to present the rings, Archie professionally stands and presents the rings while trembling with nervousness. When MJ and Jason finally got each other’s rings, Archie sighed in relief. “I did it...” Archie breathed, before Pennywise chuckled and patted his son’s back. “You did great kiddo, I’m proud of you.” Pennywise whispered. Then he heard the priest cleared his throat, as to remind Pennywise to do his translation. “He said, ‘with this ring, I will be wed’ as your husband...” Pennywise translated, as Jason slide the ring into her ring finger. Now it’s MJ’s turn to say the lines and give Jason the ring. “With this ring, I will be wed as your wife...” MJ said before sliding his ring into his ring finger; it took a while for her to even place it, since she’s not good at knowing her directions, but she got it on the right hand and finger.
Before the priest could ask about if there are any objections, Pennywise and Aquarius spoke up. “Forget about the objections!” They both say at the same time. “Oh-- Uh... Very well... Then may I now pronounce you: Man and Wife! You may kiss the bride--” Jason didn’t need to be told twice, because he right away grabbed hold of MJ and gave her a romantic dip kiss that anyone would ever expect. “YAY.” Malon cheered before she got shushed by Aquarius. Everyone laughed at Malon’s enthusiasm that they too cheered.
***
When the ceremony was finally over, it was time for the banquet. However, without the succulent pig, what will they eat? Jason was already ahead of the game, because he so happen to have bought two, just in case. Everyone cheered with excitement that they almost couldn’t wait.
While Jason and Eric cook the pig on the rotisserie, MJ decided that it’d be a good time to throw the bridal bouquet. “Get ready girls!” MJ yelled out before she throws it, facing away from the people. When MJ threw it, the women try to grab it but kept bouncing off their hands. That is until Aquarius caught it. “YES... I’m the next bride!” Aquarius yelled. Pennywise heard all that and decided to flee. “PENNY... YOU GET BACK HERE.” Aquarius yelled as she runs after him. “Go get him Star!” MJ called out while laughing. The guys can hear Pennywise screaming like a girl as he’s trying to get away from his crazy wife. Everyone laughed while watching the chase scene. “Can you imagine the ‘Yakety Sax’ music playing during that moment?” Justin asked Archie. “Oh yeah.” Archie laughed along with his pal.
***
Of course after a while, Aquarius stopped chasing her poor scared and tired husband and decided to join the rest of the group. MJ prepared snacks for everyone to hold the guest’s appetite until the banquet can officially begin.
When it’s finally time, Jason brought over the cooked pork and his special knives that he got from MJ for his birthday. Once everyone gets their meals, they seated themselves before hearing MJ’s speech.
“I just wanted to say that if me and Jason, and of course Malon; can’t leave her out of it...” MJ said while carefully rubbing her daughter’s head. “If we never have met you guys or even befriended you; this wouldn’t be as much of a wedding. Also, I don’t want to express it in full detail, but without you guys, this wedding arrangement wouldn’t be possible, and me and Jason could never have a new brighter beginning. So I propose a toast, to all of you who are here, and a toast to those who are involved in a... technical event that we’ve been through... So... To friends!” MJ said as she raised her glass, with everyone else raising their glasses.
MJ sat down to turn to Pennywise. “I would love to give my praises to you for your bravery on finding my Jason; the one and only Jason.” MJ said quietly so that no one will hear. “Please... Don’t go all cheesy on me... I ate a kid who had a serious obsession to Cheetos; just thinking about it made me feel all lactose in tolerant.” Pennywise honestly said. MJ chuckled awkwardly before patting Pennywise by the shoulder.
***
At last, it was time to see the cake that Eric’s co-worker and friend have made for their special occasion. Also, that beautiful cake topper that Eric’s friend have made.
MJ and Jason both gasped by the remarkable detail of the cake. “Oh my God... This is so beautiful... I don’t know how we can cut this!” MJ said as she was admiring the cake. As MJ takes out her camera, Jason blocked the guests from crowding while MJ tries to take a picture. “Perfect... Thank you Jay, you can let the people look now.” MJ said. “Just don’t get too close to it.” MJ warned.
While the people looked at the cake and taking a picture of it, Jason noticed the topper. He faced Eric and pointed at the topper, as if asking: Where did you get this? “My friend makes figurines for a living, so I asked him to make a topper for you guy’s cake.” Eric explained. Jason smiled and hugged Eric gently.
When Lily saw Jason hugging her step dad, she’s starting to feel less anxious around him, however, she’s not ready to get to know him yet.
After a long time of admiring the cake, it’s time for the bride and groom to cut a slice. Jason helped MJ handle the cutting knife as she cut a slice for her and him. When she put a slice on the plate, she dipped her finger into the icing and placed it on Jason’s nose. Pennywise laughed. “You just got ICED.” Pennywise laughed. MJ silently asked Jason if she could... Jason knew exactly what she was thinking. “Penny, I couldn’t quite hear you, mind come closer?” MJ asked. “Oh-- All I said is...” At that moment, MJ slapped the cake all over his face. Everyone laughed, including the ones who are a mute. “Okay, that’s real mature MJ, all grown up.” Pennywise said, being unamused. Aquarius turned Pennywise around to rub the cake off his face with her hands and gave him a kiss. “Mmm... You’re so sweet...” Aquarius cooed before she booped his nose. Some of the people giggled when they see Pennywise blushing bright red.
***
In all seriousness, MJ and Jason cut a slice for themselves to share before giving a slice to everyone who wanted a piece of cake. Everyone loved the cake; they thought it was going to be made out of a pound cake, but it’s made with chocolate fudge, coated with chocolate fudge icing, and then being iced and decorated with buttercream icing.
MJ and Jason have been feeding each other cake while smiling at each other. As they weren’t aware, the cake was already gone. “Mom, dad... you guys are just feeding each other air and crumbs.” Malon informed. MJ and Jason snapped themselves out after hearing their daughter’s voice and then noticed that their cake is gone. “Uhm... Maybe we’re feeding each other love...” MJ said while pretending to be embarrassed.
***
After a while, they got the music playing so everyone can dance. Of course, not before Jason dances with his loving wife; he remembered that song that he and MJ danced to on their first dance; ‘The Story of my Life’. It reminds him of himself about his life, and how his life got better when he’s with the love of his life. When the song verse got softer, MJ clings her head against Jason’s chest and lets him move her around for a moment, while he rested his head against hers.
After they’re finished dancing, they get to relax and watch the other people have fun lingering, chatting, or dancing to the music. Malon and the rest of the kids had a great time; they were holding hands like as if they were playing crack-the-wind.
Jason wanted to take MJ over to the docks at a certain time so she can watch the most glorious sunset. Jason gently took MJ’s hand and guided her out to the dock. Jason wrapped his arm around his wife while watching the sun setting from the horizon.
MJ snuggled against her lover while they continue watching the sun setting. “I got to say Jay, I love every moment with you; you’ve really made my life very special.” MJ said. Jason kissed MJ’s head before giving her a note. “When I’m with you, I feel like my life has restarted for the better... You and Malon are the best parts of my life. <3″ MJ smiled up at Jason in fondness. “I love you, Jason.” MJ said.
Usually Jason was the first to make the move, but this time, MJ had her arms around him while kissing him passionately, while Jason gives MJ the same affection.
***
Everyone was enjoying the party, except for Papawise. He was sitting out while smoking his cigar. That is until Archie came over with a slice of cake for his Papawise. “I brought you some cake... Why aren’t you joining the party?” Archie asked. Papawise disposed the cigar before turning to his grand-clown. “I wasn’t allowed; your parents are angry with me... I’m not even allowed to interact with you or Kandy.” Papawise explained, before taking a bite out of the cake. Archie sat next to Papawise to talk to him. “You go and have fun with your snacks; I’ll be fine.” Papawise said. “I can’t have fun if you’re not having fun; you’re like a clown of the party... Okay, that was cheesy...” Archie realized.
They both shared a chuckle before Archie speaks again. “Why are my parents angry with you? you’ve done nothing wrong.” Archie asked. “You don’t know half of it; other than me massacring the innocent people, I’ve done something that nearly caused the life of everyone that you cared for.” Papawise explained. Archie was confused; what did Papawise do that was so terrible? Archie was going to ask until his dad came to get his son. “Come on son, you must get back with the group.” Pennywise said. “But I wanted to stay with Papawise.” Archie said as he clings over to Papawise as a tear is running down his cheek. “I’m sorry son, but your mom does not approve, it’s best that you give Papawise some space.” Pennywise said honestly.
Papawise patted Archie’s back before making him leave. “You should go, bucko... Your mother scares me...” Papawise whispered. Even Pennywise can agree with Papawise’s statement. Archie was upset; he didn’t know what Papawise did, but he doesn’t deserve to be rejected like that. “It’s very wise of you to give Papawise a slice of cake, that really means a lot to him.” Pennywise complimented. “Thanks dad... But why are you and mom so angry with Papawise, what did he do?” Archie asked, as he really wanted to know. “I’ll tell you when we’re alone... I promise.” Pennywise promised to his son.
***
When the party was finally over, everybody went home. As MJ and Jason went in to check on Malon, they saw her lying in bed on top of the sheets while still wearing her shoes, like as if she just collapsed. “Aww... Poor Malon is so tired that she didn’t have the strength to change.” MJ awed. So both Jason and MJ helped Malon get out of her wedding outfit and fit her into her nightgown, then they tucked her in and walked on out.
After MJ gently closes Malon’s door, Jason picked MJ up bridal style and carried his bride into their bedroom. “Jay...” MJ only said. They were just lying next to each other until MJ brought something up. “I know you’ve spent a lot of money lately, so I thought maybe it’d be a nice change of tradition if you and I have a Camp out, as it were our Honeymoon. What did you think of that?” MJ asked. Jason nodded to her idea, he loved the wilderness, and there’s no spending money involved. They just needed to find someone to babysit Malon for the night, which won’t be any trouble.
Jason also has a little surprise for his wife. Normally on their wedding night they’d have... relations... but this time, he thought of something even more naughty that even his mother would not approve.
“A Half Lb. Peanut Butter Cup? When or where did you get this? normally they sell these concussions around Christmas.” MJ asked in shock. Jason pointed his own head; indicating that he had his ways. MJ giggled and started to open the wrapper. “Oh... I don’t want to get my dress dirty, mind if I...” Jason immediately shook his head, saying that he doesn’t mind, as a matter of fact, he thought of doing the same. Who knows, maybe they both have something in their minds, and it’s not just sharing a big peanut butter cup.
The End
#Friday the 13th#Jason Voorhees#Fandom#Fanfiction#MJ#Malon#IT#IT 1990#IT Chapter 2#Pennywise#Pennywise the Dancing Clown#Papawise#Archie#Aquarius#Aquarius the Singing Clown#Eric OC#Lily (OC)#Justin
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Part 3: The convention
Izuku’s POV
I woke up when I noticed Kacchan was cuddled up against me. I got flustered but it was comfy so I just cuddled up against him. I don't know If he was awake or not he just put his arm around me. I was about to fall back asleep when Auntie walked in. She saw us and took a picture. Auntie walked over to us and woke us up. I pretended as if I had just woken up. I asked Auntie if we are going to the park today with my super happy grin. Auntie said that Mom didn’t want me to go to the park till I was fully healed. I was sad but I put my happy grin back on when Auntie said we are going to go visit some heroes though. Kacchan is going to be so happy! We both love All-Might. I didn’t like just All Might though, I liked all the heroes! One of my favorites is the undercover hero Eraserhead! Although, no hero could pass my favorite hero All Might! It was supposed to be a surprise but I knew she could only mean one place. The convention at ‘HERO HALL’
“Come on Kacchan! I want to see if All Might is here!” I said once we got to ‘HERO HALL’ I grabbed Kacchan’s hand and dragged him away from Auntie. Auntie just laughed and walked towards ‘All Mighty Cafe.’ There are just so many heroes here! Like ‘The R-Rated Hero: Mrs.Midnight’ and the pro hero ‘Wing hero: Hawks.” they were everywhere! I've been wanting to attend one of these conventions for so long! Even sidekicks are here! All sorts of people were here so young kids can see if they want to be something related to heroes. They had people from support companies so they can have more people join them. They also had people from the business part of the hero courses. Each person would show off some items or projects they have been working on. As for the heroes, they got to stand around signing things for people.
My eyes lit up when I saw Eraserhead. I couldn’t find All might but he was probably busy saving the world. “Kacchan! Look! It's Eraserhead!” I started to mutter, “Why is he here though? I thought he hated making public appearances. Something must be wrong.” I continued to mutter when I heard someone talking to me.
“Hey boy, are you ok you’re muttering a lot.” I looked up and it was the number 58 hero the ‘BMI Hero: Fat gum.’ I looked around and saw kacchan right by me looking as cool as usual. “Kid? You there?” I looked at him until I comprehended what was happening.
“Oh, ya I’m ok!” I put my big grin back on my face, “ You’re the BMI hero: Fatgum! You look just as nice in person! Kacchan, can we get a selfie with him?”
Kacchan just giggled at that and iI frowned. He noticed and stopped and just had his stupid smirk on his face, “Izu, Remember that Mom isn’t with us. So we can’t get a photo with him.” Oh ya, we ran off from Auntie. Fatgum had a concerned look on his face.
“Where are your parent's Kids? Do you need help finding them? I can help you. Where did you last see-”
I giggled and said, “Don’t worry! Auntie is at the cafe. We just wanted to go look at heroes! In fact, Kacchan here,” I looked at Kacchan and smiled, “He wants to become the Number 1 hero! He is already the strongest person I know!” Fatgum loosened up a little.
“What about you Little boy, what do want to be, oh, and what’s your name?” Fatgum asked. My smile wasn’t as genuine anymore.
Kacchan looked mad for some reason when Fatgum said, “He is going to be a hero with me, And his name is Izuku.” Kacchan said with a bitter tone. He knew I couldn’t be a hero without a quirk. Why was he saying this?
“Kacchan, you know I can’t be a hero without a quirk. I can’t be strong enough.” I say in a sweet reassuring way. I smile sweetly at him. Saying this only made him angrier.
“Who told you that?! You’re just as strong as me without one! You Don’t Need a quirk, If Anyone says otherwise, they can shut up!” I could tell that Kacchan was genuinely worried about me.
“I like your passion boy! Keep trying! And even if you don’t become a hero, you can become a support course student or train to become a school nurse for a hero school! You know that they always need more of those. Why don’t I walk around with you guys? So you guys don’t go somewhere you’re not supposed to.” He said this with a knowing look that was clearly towards me.
“Sure! It would be great for a hero to Walk with us! Maybe we will get onto the news. ‘Fatgum walks at Hero Convention with two young kids!’ Ya, that would be so cool!” I giggled as Fatgum started laughing at my comment.
Masuki’s (Bakugo’s Mom) POV
Brrr brrr Brrrr I was having a drink at the Cafe when my phone started ringing. Brrrrr brrr brrrr I picked up my phone and saw it was Inko, “Hey Inko, Is there something you need?”
“No nothing really, I was just letting you know that I can come now. Is it fine if I drive there ?” Inko sounded a little sad. You could tell that she missed Tenko and Hisashi.
“Of course, you can. Izuku will be happy to see you. Right now he is running around looking at heroes with Kasuki.” I smiled slightly. I know seeing Izuku and Kasuki together will cheer her up. “I’ll see you soon.” we exchanged our goodbyes. I put down my phone and took a drink of my coffee. It was not too hot anymore so I could drink it now. It tasted like it was a sweet vanilla Latte with a pinch of Pumpkin spice. It was the All Might Special but it is super easy to tell the actual flavor. It was actually, really good.
I wrote down the flavors so I can make it at home. When I was done writing I heard an employee, Yell, “Come take this physiological test! Figure out what part of your brain you use the most!” these people just yell nonsense. Anyone who takes these tests is just an idiot.
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Inko’s POV
I just arrived at HERO HALL, there is noise everywhere. Children asking for autographs, support companies Yelling at each other, and people ordering from the cafe, It was way too loud here. I don’t get how people could stay in here for so long. Masuki told me to meet her in the cafe.
I walked in and immediately saw blonde spikey hair. You could recognize Masuki’s authentic hair anywhere. It’s not like the flat or curly hair like most blondes have. She had short and spikey hair, which was related to her quirk.
I walked over to Masuki. We started chatting about our kids, “Hey, look at this photo I took of Kasuki and Izuku!” Masuki showed me an adorable photo of them cuddling while sleeping. “The only time I’ve seen Kasuki not angry is with Izuku. Why can’t he be like that toward me? I’m his mother, for god's sake!” Masuki started pouting and going off about how Katuki likes Izuku better
“Well, we both know that they love each other. Even though they don’t know what that is.” we both start laughing. “Oh! Right, I bought a present for Kasuki. Izuku asked for me to buy him one as a present and I bought them matching ones.” I pulled out two All Might figurines that said ‘I am here’ on the shirts.
“Oh my, Kasuki will love this,” Masuki said still laughing, “Especially because he will have one to match izuku’s!” we got up to look around. I put the figurines in my bag.
Fatgum’s POV
I looked at the time and it was nearing 4:30. I need to get these kids to the back. I don’t want these kids getting hurt when the villain's attack. I am pretty sure the other heroes should be evacuating the place soon. I need to get these kids to a safe place as soon as possible.
Izuku’s POV
We were looking at Support items when fatgum told us we needed to go to a place they haven’t seen yet. This confused me because there are many places we haven’t seen and it sounded like he was talking about a specific place. We just went with it and strolled to a place near the back. The only thing that was there was a door. Why are we away from the convention? We aren’t supposed to be here.
We walked through the door, into a room. The room was mostly empty but had a bed with a couple of blankets and pillows on it. It looks like they were kind of just thrown on there. I looked around the room some more to see a TV with a remote next to it. There wasn’t much to do in this room but that wasn’t the point. Why were they here? I looked at the time and it was 4:29. As if fatgum heard his thoughts he said, “You boys must be wondering why you are here and don’t be scared. It is for a good reason. I don’t want you guys leaving this room no matter what anyone says, ok?”
“Ok, but why? I wanted to look around some more and see-” KABOOM! I got cut off by a loud explosion. I clung onto Kacchan as if my life was on the line.
“Just stay here ok?” Fatgum said calmly. We agreed and went to the bed to lie down. I heard the door close. I could only assume that fatgum left to go deal with that. I almost fell asleep as soon as he left.
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#Concept: Nightly routine with y/n and Harry- parents of two little babies.
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Night Routine
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“But I want to take a beth with him, daddy,” Cecília whined to Harry, while he undressed her, putting her new pajamas and towel on the bathroom counter.
“My little darling, he is still little, he can’t take bath with you,” Harry explained, taking Cecí on his lap and putting her inside the warm tub, handing her some of her favorite toys. “Lorenzo is just 6 months, he’s not as big as you.”
Harry made a bowl with his hands, wetting her curly hair and applying shampoo, a pout still on her face. “Please, daddy?” she said, her chubby hand grabbing his arm. Cecí had already mastered her puppy eyes technique, and she knew how much her dad had a weak spot for her.
“Alright, alright,” He finally gave in, “but he will stay outside of the tub, he doesn’t know how to sit by himself.”
“Thank you, daddy!” The girl splashed water around in excitement, which made Harry smile. That’s how he always wanted to see her: happy and healthy.
Harry went to the door, keeping an eye on the girl in the tub. “Baby? Are you done nursing? Cecí wants to see Lorenzo,” he tried to call his wife as loud as he could while being mindful of Lorenzo, who could be asleep by now. He never wanted to alarm any of him or Cecília with his loud voice.
In a matter of seconds, Y/n appeared in the hallway, a confused expression on her face while Lorenzo was calmly laying down on her arms, his little hands resting on Y/n’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? Why does she want to see him? We just had diner together,” she asked, heading in Harry’s direction.
“I’m not sure, guess she just missed him,” Harry answered, giving his wife a kiss on the forehead and bending down to talk to a very awake Lorenzo. “But who wouldn’t miss you, huh? Such a cutie, right buddy?” he was aware that using a baby voice wasn’t the best, but he couldn’t help, Lorenzo was just extremely adorable.
“Mommy! Enzo!” Cecília called, from the opposite side of the bathroom, “come here mommy, miss you too.”
Y/n sat on the bathroom floor, Lorenzo still with her. “Hey, my heart, having a good bath with daddy?” she asked at the same time Harry sat down by her side and hugged her from the side, laying his chin on her head.
“Yeah! Daddy always let me play,” Cecília took one of the yellow ducks and showed her mom, “This is Mc Duck.”
“Wow, he’s a very beautiful duck isn’t he?” She asked, giving Lorenzo to Harry while kneeling near the bathtub since Cecí still had to wash her hair, Y/n gently took the excess of shampoo from the girl’s hair, while Harry tried to keep Lorenzo entertained by singing him a silly song.
“He is, I love yellow,” the little girl admitted, “I think Lorenzo loves yellows too.”
“And why do you think that, Cecí?” Harry asked amused while pretending to eat the boy’s fingers.
“Because we’re are best friends,” She said as if the answer was obvious, “and friends like the same things.” Y/n and Harry looked at each other and laughed, for a five-year-old girl she knew a lot about relationships.
“Oh, how do you know that?” Y/n asked, finishing washing her hair, letting Cecília enjoy her time in the bath.
“Because you and daddy are best friends, you wear the same clothes sometimes, listen to the same music, and watch the same movies,” with every new topic she would count down on her fingers, it was quite a comical sight.
Harry’s chuckle filled the room, the baby on his lap giggled too. “Well, my little lady, you are right. But friends can also like different things, too,” he told her. “Me and mommy like a lot of similar things, but we also have our preferences.”
“Exactly, daddy loves bananas, but I don’t” y/n complemented, getting Cecília out of the tub, helping her into some warm clothes, “I don’t like to work out, but your dad always wakes up early to go for a run, see? We like different things but we still love each other.”
Harry got up from the floor, rocking Lorenzo softly, his heavy eyes indicating how sleepy the baby was. He took the combing cream in his hand and began combing Cecília’s curls with one hand, while his other arm held Lorenzo. Being a father of two made him very talented at doing two things at the same time. While he did that, Y/n was getting Cecí’s toothpaste ready.
“Daddy, do you love mommy even if she doesn’t go running with you?” Cecí asked, before opening her mouth so Y/n could brush her teeth. Normally they would let Cecília do it by herself, with their supervision, but it was already late and the couple desperately needed to get the children to bed, or else their routine would be messed up. Good thing Lorenzo seemed to be falling asleep already.
“Of course I do! We don’t love people just because they do the same things we do, we love people because they are kind and respectful to us, yeah?” Harry said, looking at Y/n and blowing her a kiss. This is what he loved the most about parenthood: watching the kids growing into their best version.
Parenting was made in many different ways, but the couple especially loved having these kinds of conversations. Even though Cecília was still young, she was already beginning to comprehend what love and friendships were, and Harry and Y/n had the privilege to teach her that.
Harry finished her hair, putting the brush and the products in their place under the sink while Y/n put on some socks on Cecí’s feet, the little girl was yawning, seeming tired. Lorenzo started to fussy on Harry’s arms.
“Guess it’s time to sleep, huh?” Harry said, caressing Cecílias head, “Tired, my baby? Want daddy to read a bedtime story to you? Or do you want mommy?” At the same time he mentioned Y/n, Lorenzo started to soft cry. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking down at the upset’s baby face.”
Y/n took his from Harry’s arms, cuddling him closer to her chest, “What do you want, Enzo? Mommy just fed you” she looked at her husband, “I’ll nurse him again on the bed, he’s probably just a bit agitated, will you put her to sleep?”
“Yeah, of course.”
The woman kissed Cecília on the forehead, “have a good night, ok, baby? Mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, alright?”
“Ok mommy, I love you and little bro too,” she said, giving a hug to her mom before she disappeared through the door with the crying baby.
Harry took Cecília by her small hand, leading them to her room, just by the side of the main suite, where the couple slept. He guided the little girl to her bed, giving her all of her favorite stuffed animals, and covered Cecília in her Lilac duvet.
“What story do you want today?
“The pirate one, please,” she asked, laying her head on the pillow as Harry went to her bookshelf, picking the one with the title Pirate’s cove. He sat by the end of the bed and began telling the story.
“I have a story for you, a story of untold riches and a young lad who found them. And who am I, you ask? Well, I am the spirit of the sand-dollar, a pirate and a buccaneer, Captain of the seahorse, the finest ship to ever sail the seven seas…”
Harry would occasionally stop to answer any questions Cecília had, but after 15 minutes he was done with the book and the girl was fast asleep, hugging tight to her little lamb. He made sure she was tucked in and turned off the lights (besides the one on the side of Cecília’s bed, she was scared to sleep in a pitch-black room), he closed the door and headed to his bedroom.
To Harry’s surprise, Lorenzo was sleeping in his bassinet by the side of the mattress. He usually would sleep in his nursery, but today just seemed like an off day to the little boy. Harry got closer to him, stroking the chubby cheeks, “Oh my little bug, did mommy let you sleep here with us? You’re not feeling fine?”
“I think he’s teething,” Y/n said in a raspy voice, taking her head from the pillow, “he’s even a bit warmer than usual, I think his gums are itching.”
“My poor baby,” Harry mumbled, turning his head to Y/n, “I hate seeing him upset, maybe we could make some homemade Popsicle, it helped when Cecília was teething.”
“Yeah, we can try that, we can make them tomorrow.” she patted the mattress, “now please come to bed, he did a number on me, I’m so tired.”
“Alright baby,” Harry took off his shirt, standing only in sweatpants, he went to the bed, laying by Y/n side, one arm hooked on her waist as she cuddled to him, placing her head on his shoulder.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” Y/n said against his neck.
“Oh baby, I am the lu--”
“--I mean, how many husbands would still love their wives even if they wouldn’t go jogging at 6 in the morning?” she said teasingly, her giggles reaching his ear.
He rolled his eyes playfully, “you are making a lot of jokes for someone who is tired,” he kissed her temple. “I’m gonna wake you up at 5 am tomorrow, so we can be fitness together.”
“Don’t you dare! You do that and your plan of being a father to three it’s over.”
“Damn sweetheart, that’s not very nice, huh?”
“You’re the one who started,” she said, before closing her eyes, snuggling to Harry’s body. The man placed a hand on her belly, falling asleep minutes later.
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Clementia
Anniversary Request Special
Description: You’d always had a special place in your heart for Lee Minho even though he gives you countless reasons to hate him. How long will your patience last?
Warning: alcohol, sexual assault
Word Count: 2.5k
Pairing: fem!reader x Minho
“Y/N—”
“Go away, Minho.”
“Y/N, look at me.”
“I said no!”
“Well I said I’m sorry.”
You snap around to face him. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Lee Minho. You screwed up. You. Screwed. Up. I gave you one request, and you couldn’t even do that.”
“I had my reasons!” he protests.
“Yeah? Well let’s hear them.”
He emits a few noises but can't come up with anything. His face flushes red, but not as red as yours.
“There’s no excuse for breaking someone’s heart ever. Remember that.” You turn on your heels and begin walking away until he says something even more repulsive.
“Why do you care so much? She’s not even your real sister!” he calls after you.
You pause, unable to comprehend how such words could ever enter your ears. You then slowly walk back to him as he stiffens with every step you take.
“Not my real sister?” Your voice is soft, but it is effective.
“I mean—”
“You’re saying the girls at Epsilon Phi aren’t sisters?” Your voice begins to rise. “We’re more sisters than you and I were ever friends, Lee Minho! We love each other more than biological families do, but of course you wouldn’t know how that feels, would you? All you have in your chest is a cold, hard piece of coal!”
You turn away and break off into a run this time. Tears stream down your face from being insulted and betrayed by someone you held with high esteem.
You like Lee Minho. Of course, you’d never admit that. To the world, he is just some kid of your mom’s friend who annoyed you to no end, but through the arguments and time spent trying to prove each other wrong, your feelings grew bit by bit. When he had a relationship with your very own Little, you held in your feelings and wished them both the best. After all, you love both of them, and their happiness together was good enough for you.
That is, until Minho broke things off as nothing but a fling.
Minho has always been a huge flirt, but he’d promised to take her seriously this time. You made him swear it, and you emphasized how much your Little meant to you. Now, because you’re his family friend, your Little won’t even speak to you. Minho had ruined your and her relationship, and evidently yours and his too.
He didn’t used to be like this, all manipulative and amorous. You remember he used to follow you at the heel, caring about nothing more than sticking gum in your hair. It wasn’t until senior year of high school did he start hanging out with random girls and trying daredevilish things. You missed the old Minho, but you thought you’d accept him for all his changes since you did, after all, like him.
Until this moment, that is.
What he did was too much. What he said was too much. You know he is becoming toxic, and if he is going to continue down this path, even your love isn’t going to bring him back to your heart.
Minho watches your waning back then slams his fist against a nearby tree with a curse. You didn’t give him enough time to explain, not that he would have been able to in front of you.
You’d forgive him though, right? You have to. When he messed up before this, Minho could be sure you would. But now, he isn’t so certain. He has never seen you so angry and disappointed before, and he did that to you. Him. Minho lets out another string of curses and trudges back to his room.
He tries making it up to you the very next morning. He shows up to your 8 AM class with a cup of coffee and slides it onto your desk before sitting down himself.
You don’t even look at him. You just take the cup and slam it down in front of him, causing its contents to spill and burn your fingers. He quickly takes your hand in his and begins wiping it with his sleeve, but you recoil your arm and take out your own napkin.
The next place he tries is at your neighboring frat party. He knows you would be there, so he wears his tightest black jeans and a loose button-up. This trick has worked with other girls, so he hopes it would on you.
He takes the dance floor with his powerful dance moves and charisma. He can see you deliberately turned away from him and chatting with someone else, so he dances towards you. The cheering circle that has formed around him moves as well, engulfing you into the crowd.
You finally turn to make sure you don’t bump into anyone. Minho takes this chance to shoot you a wink which draws the crowd’s attention to you. They cheer and push you towards him despite your protests.
Minho takes your arm and leads you in the dance. You used to like dancing with him; your and his flow matches perfectly, and the two of you could revive a dying party just by dancing together. Today though, you just aren’t having it.
Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and scoops his hips low earning a cheer from the crowd. You can hear them calling your name, anticipating your response. You look down at Minho and immediately recognize his choice of clothing.
I wonder who’s going to have her heart broken tomorrow, you think with a dry laugh. Minho flinches, recognizing that sound. You take his falter as a chance to fling his arm off of you before walking away.
A chorus of oohs fills the room, and the crowd splits like the Red Sea for you.
You hear your name from his lips again. “Y/N!” It is more strained now than it was last night. Desperate. Defeated.
You gave him some thought after hearing the sincerity in his tone, but you are glad you did not turn around that night when you see him in class with some other girl on his lap. Whatever. He’s dead to you now, so why should you care what he’s doing?
Minho watches as you walk farther and farther from him. He pushes the girl off and continues to stare with narrowed eyes at you as you greet your new seat neighbors.
This isn’t how he predicted you would react. Truthfully, he kind of knew this attempt wouldn’t work. For one, it hadn’t worked once since he first tried it in high school. He thought hanging out with other girls would make him more attractive, more desirable by competition. At least, that’s what some then-college kids told him. Once he started, he just found himself unable to stop. It was a self-feeding cycle, really. Holding onto other girls and charming them numbs the void in his chest, but you ignore him whenever he acts like this which only further widens the gap.
What is he to do though? This is the only life he knows, and so, it is the life he leads. Not all love stories can end happily.
And his sure doesn’t seem like it is going to.
Sirens wail in the background. With the amount of girls he’s fooled around with, he kind of had it coming. Minho stares at his wrists, not daring to think, but one thought keeps recurring in his mind: you. He is going to disappoint you yet again. You already hate him, and now you are going to see him handcuffed too.
The cold wind makes him shiver when you, his emergency contact, open the door and step into the station. Your eyes immediately find him, and you make your way over.
“Y/—”
“Are you hurt?” you ask plainly.
Despite your icy tone, those three simple words fill him with a warmth he hasn’t known for a long time.
“I’m okay.” His hands reach forward, wanting to grab yours and keep you with him, but you’ve already walked away to announce your arrival to an officer.
“Miss L/Y Y/N?” a young official greets a little too enthusiastically. She looks familiar, you note.
“Yes, I am she.”
The officer looks pleased by your annoyed attitude towards the defendant. “Mister Lee is here tonight because of an accusation by Miss Choi of assault,” she informs you coyly.
You look at him. “Minho,” you said with a chilled voice. “Is it true?”
“No! Y/N, I wouldn’t—”
“It’s okay. I believe you.”
“Excuse me?” the officer sputters.
“I believe him,” you repeat. “He’s been going out with more people than I have fingers, but he never laid a finger on them.”
“But Y/N, that doesn’t mean he can’t start now,” the officer protests. “You’re his contact, but you hate him now. Surely, he’s changed”
“First of all, it’s Miss L/N to you, Officer” —you read her name tag and pieces begin to fall together from her eagerness to convict Minho to the inkling you felt the moment you saw her— “Yoo. And secondly, is it not against the law for you to be working on a case where your cousin’s the accuser?”
“How did you—!”
“Nothing escapes us Epsilon Phi sisters, even news from other sororities. Besides, Minho never plays with the same girl twice. As expected, this report is filed for an incident two months ago. You, Officer Yoo, knew I was his contact and waited for us to get into yet another fight before having your cousin put in the accusation, didn’t you?”
She scoffs in your face. “That’s a bold accusation from yourself towards law enforcement.”
“Where is the accuser right now? Shouldn’t she be here for interrogation as well?”
“Well she—” the officer looks increasingly flustered. “She needs rest after having to relive the memories of what happened. We’ll call her in tomorrow. Anyway, Mr. Lee Minho, I can hear your testimony now in room #3.”
Minho stands obediently.
“Wait. I request someone else interrogate him,” you object.
“We’re busy right now,” Officer Yoo huffs. “We can’t just let you choose who does the job.”
You cross your arms. “Sure. Interrogate him and have the entire case be nulled after I file a conflict of interest.”
Officer Yoo grits her teeth but returns to her station to call for another officer.
In the meantime, you turn to Minho. “Don’t answer anything you don’t want to, especially if they start leading you on with questions. It’s in your rights to remain silent, alright?”
Minho nods numbly at your words, still confused as to why you are so nice to him. Before he can figure it out though, an older man appears from the back and takes him to an interrogation room.
“Mr. Lee Minho?”
“Yes.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Chief Jeon. I’m just going to ask you a few questions today; is that alright?”
“Yes.”
The chief nods and pulls out some papers. “Would you mind describing what happened with Miss Choi?”
“Well I was with—” he gestures towards the papers with his accuser’s name on it— “and we were hitting it off. She bought me a couple of drinks and at some point leaned in to kiss me. I realized something at that point, and I stopped her. She got angry, saying how she spent all that cash on alcohol for me, and threatened to accuse me of assault if I didn’t do what she said, but I knew I couldn’t do it.”
“Because of what you realized?” the chief repeats.
“... Yes.”
“And what was it you realized?”
“Do I have to say it?”
“According to the law, no, but if it can help you with your case, you might want to.”
Minho fidgets with his cuffs. “They can’t hear me from outside, right?”
“No. They most certainly cannot.”
And so, Minho tells him.
Minho turns around while the metal bars clang shut behind him. The chief thinks he has a pretty good chance, but due to the gravity of the accusation, they still decided to keep Minho in holding to give the accuser more time to make her case.
You stare at him from the other side, arms crossed. Minho takes the fact that you’re still here at two in the morning as a good sign for him.
“Thanks for being here,” he tries to start a conversation.
“I didn’t really have a choice.” So cold.
“I’ll change my emergency contact.”
“Please do.”
He winces. “Look… Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for insulting your sisterhood and for hurting your Little. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”
He looks at you with those doe-like eyes of his. For once, you don’t feel anything while looking back at them.
“That’s not why I’m mad anymore. In fact, I’m not even mad,” you tell him. “My Little told me what really happened. She told me that she was actually the one who dumped you after you adamantly refused to kiss her. I asked some other girls you’ve seen and they all said the same thing. That’s why I was so confident with the officer earlier. I guess I owe you an apology for getting angry when you weren’t at fault.”
“Then”—he holds out a hand sheepishly— “truce?”
You look at it but keep your arms crossed. “Taking a step back from you has made me see things I wasn’t able to before, Minho, and that’s made me realize how much you’ve changed. You were my friend, my rival— someone who never failed to get on my nerves but also someone I couldn’t go without. But now” —you drop your arms and shake your head— “I can’t even recognize you anymore.”
You take a step back to leave. You’ve done this many times before, like when he stuck a plastic spider down your shirt or when he called you stupid in front of your crush in fifth grade, but something about this time feels different. Something about this time tells him you aren’t turning back around once you left.
A sudden despair grips Minho and he runs into the bars. “Wait!”
You pause, offering him one last second.
“Your Little,” he gasps, “did she tell you why I wouldn’t kiss her?”
You nod. “The others I asked did too. They said you were thinking about some other girl while you were with them.”
“Not ‘some other’ girl. One other girl.”
“I know.” You begin to walk again.
“Then why are you leaving?” He reaches a hand out, trying to grab any part of you. “Stay with me. Please, Y/N, stay.”
You don’t pause a second time. Out of desperation, he cries out, “Y/N, I love you!”
That makes you stop midstep. He holds his breath as you put one foot back then the other next to it to face him. You are so beautiful when you look at him. He melts under your gaze as you focus on him and only him. He’ll cherish you this time when you give him another chance. He’ll quit this playboy lifestyle. He won’t take advantage of your patience anymore. He’ll give you all that his heart has to offer. He’ll make sure you’re the only one in his eyes. He’ll love you. He loves you.
“Minho.” You relax your shoulders and straighten your back. You tilt your head just slightly forward and erase the edge off your tone. “I loved you.”
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You're Cute When You're Nervous ~ Nathan MacKinnon Imagine
Hi! So sorry this took forever! Work has exhausted me. I hope you like it!
Request: Imagine request: “You’re cute when you’re worried” with Nathan Mackinnon
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You stared at Nate dumbfounded. How could he just drop this information on you like it was nothing. You knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, but you weren’t expecting it to happen tomorrow. “Earth to Y/N. You there babe?” Nate asked, snapping your attention back to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked your boyfriend of three months. Nate shrugged and kept eating his dinner.
“Forgot,” he said nonchalant and you could have exploded right there.
“How did you forget to tell me that your parents are flying in for the game tomorrow? Surely you knew about it before today,” you responded, half exasperated and half panicked.
“I did. I just didn’t think it was that big of a deal,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows. You sighed dramatically.
“Nate, I’ve never met your parents. It’s a big deal for me!” you said, using your fork to just push around your food on the plate in front of you. “Unless you don’t want me to meet them?” you spoke softly, starting to worry that was the reason why he didn’t tell you.
“What? Of course I want you to meet them,” Nate looked at you confused for a moment until he comprehended everything that was just said. Getting up from his seat, he walked around the table to you. He sat down on the chair next to you and took your hands into his. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I guess I just forgot because it wasn’t a big deal. I want them to meet you, and my mom has already asked to make sure she was going to meet you.”
“Why didn’t you think it would be a big deal though. I told you like two weeks prior to meeting my family when they visited because I was excited for them to get to know you,” you whispered, slightly worried you were taking this relationship more serious than Nate was.
“I guess I didn’t think of it as a big deal because I already know they’re going to adore you as much as I do,” Nate brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled softly at you. You returned his smile, a giggle escaping as he kissed the tip of your nose then went back to his seat so the two of you could finish dinner.
The next day you would have sworn you made yourself look like an idiot. You got out of work late, making you late for the game where you were supposed to meet Nate’s parents beforehand. You were positive your hair looked like a tangled mess, your make up smudged from a long day without being able to freshen up. You were so nervous when you found them that you had tripped over someone’s foot and spilt your drink everywhere (thank goodness not on Nate’s mom who was in close proximity to the disaster zone). Practically stuttering over your words, you finally resigned yourself to sitting quietly and praying that the earth would swallow you whole; there was no way Nate’s parents were going to like this utter mess of a human being. By the end of the game you were able to make small talk with them, though you felt like it wouldn’t be enough. Feeling completely inadequate and no where near the person you would assume that they would want their son with, you sulked behind them on the way to the locker rooms.
You caught Nate’s eye as he walked out of the room to find you. He greeted his parents, then turned his attention towards you. “Proud of you,” you whispered into his neck when he hugged you close to him. The Avs had won and Nate had scored a goal, but you always told him that you were proud of him after a game. It had become something he relied on after a hard loss. Nate smiled softly at you and kissed the crown of your head.
The four of you went out for dinner, and thankfully things started to turn in your favor. With Nate around, you instantly felt more relaxed and were able to talk without tripping over your every word. Nate couldn’t help but smile at you as you talked with his mom and the two of you started to laugh. He was more than happy to see the important people in his life getting along.
After dinner Nate’s parents went back to their hotel with the promise of seeing you again sometime soon. As you walked into Nate’s apartment, you let out a huge sigh. Feeling arms wrap around you from behind, you leaned back into Nate’s chest and finally breathed for what felt like the first time that day. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Nate asked, placing a few kisses on your neck.
“I made a fool out of myself babe. Like a hot mess express,” you laughed as Nate’s stubble started to tickle you. Nate chuckled, turning you around so you could see him.
“No you weren’t. My parents loved you,” he said, and you looked at him skeptically.
“Sure they did,” you responded, not totally convinced even with a nice end to the evening.
“They did. They told me at the restaurant when you went to the bathroom. They know you were nervous but could see that you obviously really care about me.” Nate concluded and you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks.
“Of course I do. I just wish I wasn’t too crazy looking to them at first,” you laughed slightly. Nate chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer to him. “Please give me a heads up before their in town again. I want to seem more put together next time,” you mumbled into Nate’s chest. Feeling him shrug, you looked up at him quizzically.
“What?” he asked. Placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Why the shrug?” you asked, concerned that he will never tell you in the future when someone important comes to town.
“Nothing. It’s just that you’re cute when you’re worried” Nate smiled cheekily at you and you tried to wiggle out of his arms. With ease, Nate lifted you over his shoulder and walked to his room; crashing down onto his bed with you.
“Nate please!” you giggled as he climbed over you. He kissed you quickly before pulling away with a shit-eating grin.
“Fine,” Nate agreed, lowering himself to kiss you again.
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a kiss from the moon | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: All these years, all these summers, Jeon Jungkook has loved you. His problem? You have no idea. Mostly because he has always said it far too platonically and thrown up in your lap after saying it. Drunk. Fuck. Oh, yeah, and you're also Park Jimin's best friend since preschool. Shit.
warnings: language; alcohol consumption; pining; JK gets distracted by (your) tits during his quest, typical; non-idol!BTS - purple-haired!Jungkook x sleepy af, noona!reader, ft Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung radiating big soulmate energy; childhood friends-to-lovers
yes, it's JK from the 'Butter' beach photos
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“I love you!”
You lifted your head out of the mountain of pillows, groggy and hazy, squinting at the moonlight filtering through the floating curtains. The night breeze was warm, drifting in softly with the low hum of cicadas. But what was that other sound? That other sound was familiar, wasn’t it?
You heard your name being shouted, followed by, “Wake up!”
You made a face and stumbled out of the bed, sticking your head out of your bedroom window, your own hair flying back and smacking you in the face.
“Yah! Jeon Jungkook, are you trying to wake up the whole damn neighborhood?!”
“Get down here!”
You put on your best disgruntled expression and peered down at the form on your front lawn, shoving your own hair aside.
“What are you going on about?” you muttered, seeing Jeon Jungkook looking up at you, puffing his cheeks, long wet purple hair fading to gray because of the chlorine from swimming all night at that party Park Jimin had invited you to earlier today, to which you had responded, no thanks, I’m going to sleep all day, I worked three double shifts in a row and I have zero desire to be flung into your family’s swimming pool at this time, but I will acknowledge that your offer is very generous, and then promptly passing out for a good – you glanced at your phone with the pink bunny case Jungkook had given you two summers ago – ten hours and it was still not enough for you to comprehend why your best friend’s best friend was standing on your front lawn yelling at your parents’ house that you were watching for a month while they were in Italy getting drunk on far too expensive wine and eating cheese they probably couldn’t pronounce.
Jungkook was shirtless, clad only in orange swim shorts and sandals like a fucking hooligan. He was clutching a plastic red Solo cup and he threw it at the house, yelling your name again.
“Oh my fucking God, don’t litter, you idiot!” you bellowed back, throwing yourself away from the windowsill and crawling on the floor to your bedroom door like the evolution of mankind, making it from all fours to two legs by the time you got to the stairs – good thing too, you might have broken your neck if you were still disoriented – and you dragged yourself downstairs, yanking your white slip dress straight. Not your choice of pajamas. Your mom’s, who told you to be more ladylike, whatever the fuck that meant, and who also informed you in the same breath that it was your only choice of pajamas since they donated all your clothes from high school.
Awesome.
You go to university and your parents yeet all evidence that they had a child and go vacationing.
Good for them.
You wrenched your front door open and shoved your feet into your dad’s giant brown sandals and clapped your way over to the pink-faced, mildly drunk, shirtless man in swimming trunks on your front lawn.
“It’s two in the morning. Why are you standing here drunk and professing your love like some kind of deranged Romeo?” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “Why aren’t you at Jimin’s?” You spied the red Solo cup and picked it up, whipping your head back to Jeon Jungkook.
He was staring at you with his mouth open.
Charming.
He didn’t say anything for a good ten seconds.
“Alright, fine, let me call my loser of a best friend and tell him to pick up his loser of a best friend, so I can go back to sleep,” you muttered, about to turn around.
Jungkook seemed to sputter back to life. “Wait, um, noona–”
“He speaks! He’s not dead.”
“A… Ah… Um…”
You squinted at him and reached up to knock the side of his head. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
Jungkook blurted out, “I love you.”
His breath smelled a lot like alcohol.
“Yeah, I got that. You also said that when I got you through your Chemistry and World History exams. Both times. You also say that to like, what, six of your guy friends? Don’t get me started on the amount of times you’ve said it and thrown up in my lap right after. Don’t do that this time,” you added sternly, prodding at his chest. “I’ve got one set of pajamas because my mom forgets that human beings change clothes, so throw up on the grass.”
“Uh… that’s pajamas…?”
“Lady pajamas,” you grumbled sarcastically, lifting the lid and chucking the crumpled Solo cup into your parents’ trash can. “Since I’m not lady enough apparently according to my mom, even though I’m ninety-nine percent sure giant band t-shirts are completely unisex but, whatever, it’s just a dress, not a big deal.”
“Um.”
You looked at Jungkook, who looked back at you, who put your hands up and gestured him to say something, who in response rose his hands and flapped them in confusion, giving you absolutely zero helpful communication. The movement reminded you he had gotten his right arm and hand tattooed in the last couple years, the black ink standing out against tan skin. You hadn’t seen him too many times during your university years, too busy completing research papers and staying late nights in laboratories, only to now end up working on hospital software and sitting on your ass all day. Life, eh? These past three days were spent on working through bugs for the next software update and you had maybe lost all social skills as you attempted to unravel lines of code that you stared at for forty-eight out of the past seventy-two hours.
Fun!
“Do you need a cookie? A shower? The Bible?” you offered, waving your hands. “Maybe tell me why you’re here, yes?”
He was staring and you realized you were slightly bent over in your gesture, your breasts firmly pressed into the cups of the slip dress. You straightened and Jungkook’s wide dark brown eyes went back to your face.
“I… I didn’t realize you had come back, noona.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I told Jimin last week. He said he was hanging out with you and Taehyung. I figured he’d just tell you guys then.”
Jungkook shook his head quickly, gray-purple hair flying about. He pointed to the left, where Jimin’s house was several blocks over. “He only mentioned it just now, when he was throwing up in the bathroom from doing eight shots in a row because Taehyungie dared him.”
“…. Maybe he needs the Bible…” you muttered, shaking your head.
Then the realization hit you.
“Did you walk here from Jimin’s and straight up abandon the party?”
Jungkook tilted his head and thought about it. “Yeah.”
You looked around to find the camera and see if you were being pranked, but there was no camera because this life wasn’t purely for entertainment, right? Nah, this wasn’t The Matrix.
Mhm.
“Hah, well, what’s wrong? Are you upset I didn’t go to the party or something? I had three double-shifts this week, I wasn’t going to be any fun passed out before actually drinking–”
“Yoongi-hyung was passed out before drinking.”
“In some ways, I swear that guy and I are the same person,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Anyway, I’m sorry I didn’t go and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really banked on Jimin not being an airhead, but once again he is, so maybe I should reconsider him as my best friend…”
“Noona, I…”
You looked up from your mental consideration of Park Jimin’s pros and cons, the first pro being he punched that ex of yours that cheated on you with some Tinder hookup and that was already enough to stop contemplating, so you blinked at Jungkook curiously, looking into wide brown eyes, long strands of ash-purple floating around his handsome face from the night breeze, brushing against his parted lips, highlighting the mole underneath them, placed perfectly in the center like a kiss from the moon itself.
“Can I take a shower and sleep it off here?”
You tilted your head. “Yeah, sure. You can borrow my dad’s clothes. You should call Jimin though. You don’t want him to panic that he lost you.”
“Y… Yeah, okay…”
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Jeon Jungkook really thought he could say it this time.
Collected all his courage and ran, ran as fast as he could, couldn’t believe Jimin had neglected to say she was coming home over the summer for more than a day, days without her reminding Jungkook that he was a coward for not saying it when he could have, having lost his most important person in the world because he was too afraid of telling Park Jimin that he was in love with his best friend.
He remembered that smile wearing nothing but a large t-shirt, sitting on Jimin’s bedroom floor, crushing all of them at UNO and cackling as Jimin blew up for ending up in last place for the third time in a row, yelling that the game was rigged, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her tonight.
And he didn’t.
He remembered her saying to Taehyung that she just wasn’t into girly things. They were having this argument over pizza and Taehyung was waving his around saying she should at least try a dress on every once in a while, never know, might actually like it, and her rolling her eyes as she shot back that she didn’t have to do anything just because it was stereotypical for her gender. Taehyung told her to stop using big words and waved his hands, accidentally flinging his pizza slice into her lap, and Jungkook remembered thinking, I should tell her after we clean up.
And he didn’t.
He remembered seeing her prepare to leave for university once again, holding a small package from the internet and handing it to her, a small but practical belated birthday gift, both of them surprised when she opened it, not the matte black phone case he had ordered, but somehow mixed up with a pink bunny phone case that had no business being owned by someone who didn’t like girly things.
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t order this–”
And she laughed, shaking her head. “That’s okay, I gotta go, thanks anyway, Jungkook!”
The years went by and every year Jungkook told himself, this is the one, and every year he just couldn’t say it.
He thought he could say it now, drunk and furious at Jimin for not preparing him for this moment, but on his way here Jungkook figured that perhaps this was preferred, that maybe it was better that he couldn’t sit around nervously overthinking what to say.
But, of course, the problem was…
He had already said it in a platonic way.
Shit.
He really fucked himself throughout the years.
Jungkook sighed, now wearing borrowed clothes, holding the note of her handwriting as he rubbed his hair with the towel.
I washed your shorts and they’re hang-drying now. You can sleep in the guest room. I left a glass of water and some hangover meds. If you need anything, I’ll be asleep but you can attempt to wake the dead if you want.
He walked down the hall, towel around his shoulders. Her bedroom door was open. He stood outside the entrance, sighing, seeing her sleeping form and her bedside table, her phone sitting on the charger.
His breath caught in his throat as he recognized that pink bunny phone case.
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“Where’s Jungkook?”
“Probably at her parents’ place, confessing his love,” Kim Taehyung snickered, picking up the beer bottles left behind next to the pool.
“Hah, of course he would leave without cleaning up,” Park Jimin grumbled, pushing the recycling bin along as Taehyung tossed each bottle inside.
“You think he’s gonna tell her?”
“He didn’t even tell me,” Jimin muttered, shoving used napkins into the bag hanging off the side of the recycling bin that he was going to toss into the trash later. “I had to find out from you. I think he’s hopeless. Why does he like her anyway? She’s fun to be around, yeah, she’s good at school, yeah, knows a lot of random facts, yeah, if you get into philosophy with her like Namjoon-hyung does, you begin to question humanity and reality, yeah, but other than that…”
“You hitting on your best friend, dude?”
“I mean, she’s kinda hot, she wouldn’t say no to me.”
Taehyung snorted.
Jimin smacked him in the ass with the recycling bin.
“Anyway, he’s probably just standing in her bedroom creepily watching her sleeping.”
-
Jungkook stared down at her sleeping form.
He looked up, looking out the window into the late, late night. He was tired, and yet he couldn’t sleep, too busy wondering.
I don’t deserve her if I’m not brave enough to say it.
“Jungkook?”
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You squinted at the large form in your bedroom.
“Why are you just staring moodily out the window?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you hungry? I can make you a snack…”
“Noona, do you know what the worst feeling in the world is?” he asked softly, still looking out into the warm night.
You grunted and scrunched up your face. “Stepping on a Lego?”
You heard Jungkook laugh and you smiled a little despite your groggy state, hearing a little bit of his old self, the younger Jungkook hanging out with you, Jimin, and, later, Taehyung, the four of you getting up to no good. Somehow, in the past few years, he had gotten quieter and quieter, at least around you, but then again you only came home to visit for a day or two before going back to university.
“Have you ever been in love, noona?”
“Yeah, with the red bean popsicles they used to sell at the ice cream trucks, but then they stopped, those assholes, I’ve never been so heartbroken in my life,” you grumbled, remembering the day where the ice cream man told you they were sold out and your young teenage heart shattering.
“I love you, you know.”
Was this a fever dream? Why did he keep repeating himself? You looked over to his back, still looking outside onto the street, the street where you all used to run and laugh every summer, pretending you were surviving in the wild and not in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, sitting around sipping lemonade and complaining about the heat even though you all could have gone inside, lighting sparklers at night and seeing whose would last the longest even though such a thing was only based on chance anyway.
“Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?” he added quietly.
“The worst thing I’ve ever heard was accidentally hearing Jimin jacking off. Twice.”
Jungkook finally turned around, giving you a disgusted look. “What?”
You placed a hand on your face and sighed heavily, trying not to remember. “For some reason he thinks the bathroom isn’t echoey or something, like, at least do it in the shower, so the water masks the sound…” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway, I would much rather hear you say you have love for me than listening to Jimin getting off.”
“I don’t have love for you.”
You raised your hand from your face and shifted your gaze to him, half-smile lingering on your lips from remembering Jimin’s carelessness. You made eye contact the second the words left his mouth, those brown eyes shrouded in shadows, but still so clear, a little helpless, a little sad.
“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook whispered softly.
Your eyes widened.
A soft breeze swept through the window, lifting the purple-gray strands from Jungkook’s face, revealing his lost, desolate expression.
The cicadas hummed.
A car alarm honked loudly, screeching through the night.
Both you and Jungkook jerked to face the window. You bolted out of bed and you both threw your hands onto the edge of the window, yanking it shut, wincing at the loud noise.
“Ah, jeez… what the hell…?” you groaned, slumping to the ground.
“What’s with people…?” Jungkook muttered, falling to the floor beside you, yanking the towel off his shoulders.
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“Fuck, I pressed the wrong button!”
“Taehyung, what the hell, turn it off!”
“I was just trying to put the tangerines your parents gave me in my car!”
“I don’t care what you were doing, turn it off!”
-
“Anyway, sorry, you were saying something important and you got interrupted by some dumbass,” you sighed, nudging Jungkook with your shoulder.
“Uh… well, that was it…”
You blinked at him, tilting your head. “What, that you’re in love with me?”
“Y… Yeah?”
You blinked some more.
“Not the, want to go to the arcade and see who can get the highest score in PAC-MAN or go watch shitty action movies and rate the unrealistic plot lines or dare each other to eat whatever expired delicacy is in Taehyung’s fridge, kind of love?”
Jungkook made a repulsed face. “I regret eating that tofu. Don’t think I can ever look at uncooked tofu without gagging a little now…”
You leaned over and caught his eye.
“Do you mean the… want to date and get married and make babies, kind of love?”
His lips parted and the moonlight lit the small mole placed perfectly underneath his lower lip.
A delicate kiss from the moon itself.
Then you realized he was staring at your tits.
You yanked the neckline up a little and Jungkook started, looking back up at you with wide eyes.
“Sorry, I’m just not used to you in a dress, sorry, I’m being really rude–”
“It assures me that you’re at least interested in the making babies part,” you chuckled.
His ears turned red and he reached up to cover them, trying not to look down. “S… Sorry…”
“So…?”
He chewed on his lip, messing with his earrings with his fingertips. “Um… yeah, that kind of love. The latter kind.”
You lowered your hand. “You’re not messing with me, right? I swear, if this is one of Taehyung’s elaborate ideas to mess with me, I’m going to ki–”
Jungkook shook his head quickly, purple hair flying about. “I’m not joking around. I wanted to tell you for a long, long time, but…” His eyes darted about, panicking a little, before looking back to you helplessly. “You’re Jimin’s best friend, besides Taehyung, and what if… what if you thought I was gross or something and then I don’t think I could hang out with you guys anymore, but then you went to that prestigious university far away and I thought, I’m so stupid, I should have said something, anything, but every time I could even think about it, I didn’t know what to say, nothing seemed right…”
He let out a big sigh and tapped his head against the windowsill, closing his eyes.
“Also, I said it before and threw up in your lap right after, so that kinda fucked me up.”
“Can’t say I was really feeling the romance, yeah.”
He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
“I’d date you though. For real.”
Jungkook removed his hands and blinked at you. “What?”
You chuckled. “Why are you acting so surprised? I’m not going to date Jimin, blergh, I’ve known that guy since I was in preschool. I’m not dating Taehyung, I’m pretty sure he’s on a different brainwave than other human beings.”
You smiled at him and turned around to pick up your phone, holding it up.
“I don’t like girly things or cute things very much, but I kept your gift because it was from you and, funnily enough, I think it made me realize that I was rejecting femininity because society puts such a negative connotation on things young women like and because my friends growing up were primarily male, thus I wanted to seem cool or relatable so I rejected stereotypically feminine concepts…”
“… What?”
Now it was a confused what.
“Uh, never mind,” you laughed awkwardly, putting your phone back on your nightstand. “Anyway, Jungkook, you made me realize things about myself, and I love being around you, but I thought a handsome guy like you would want to date a pretty girl, and I’m not really that.”
Jungkook furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in the world. No one could ever be prettier than you.”
You felt your neck heat. “Yo, don’t inflate my ego when it’s not the truth,” you chuckled sheepishly, waving a hand. “You’ve been drinking anyway. Alcohol makes everyone prettier.”
“It’s the truth.”
Was he drunk or were you drunk? Why was Jeon Jungkook getting closer?
“Would you really date me?”
You stared into those chocolate eyes and smiled.
“Yes, I would.”
And you leaned forward and kissed him.
His eyes widened, staring at you and you closed your eyes, pressing your lips to his, inhaling his scent, memories of hot summers and mirthful laughter filling your head, standing beside Jungkook and kicking Jimin and Taehyung’s ass at table tennis even though Jungkook was doing most of the work, finishing a movie together after Jimin and Taehyung had passed out on the couch on top of each other and talking excitedly about it until you both fall asleep, getting lamb skewers after Jimin and Taehyung went off to eat ramen in a huff, unable to agree on the same meal as a foursome, but it was fine, no, better than fine, perfect even.
Because you were with Jungkook.
You broke the kiss and opened your eyes, smiling at him.
He blinked slowly, looking down at you.
“Noona…”
His hand raised, fingers spreading out longingly. You quickly reached up and pushed it back down.
“Jungkook, I swear, I do want to touch you in a less than holy way, but maybe not when you’re wearing my dad’s clothes, including his underwear, because that’s really fucking weird.”
Jungkook looked down at the brown t-shirt and beige shorts. “Oh. Yeah. Right.”
“You know, come to think of it, I feel like Taehyung has slowly stolen Jimin from me over the years, so maybe this was fated…” you mumbled, remembering at the moments you had shared with Jungkook were because your other two friends had abandoned you.
“I feel you, sometimes I feel like a third wheel…”
-
“I’m so sleepy.”
“I’ll tuck you in first, but I’m going to get us some water so we don’t die tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh, Jimin, bring another pillow please.”
“Hah, fine, but you’re buying breakfast tomorrow…”
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The Cure
Request: Not sure if you are taking requests but I’d love to see a one shot of that scene where Reid is getting washed down bc of anthrax and he asks the reader “I’m about to get naked, do you really wanna see that?” And the reader is like yeah and leads to some sexy times later lmaooo
A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! While I was writing this I was like how do I turn this moment into something sexy??? but I think I figured it out so I hope it makes for a good smutty read!! Enjoy!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader
Category: Smut
Content warning: Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, swearing, mentions of anthrax
Word count: 2.7k
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“Go help Hotch,” Spencer insisted.
“Hotch has plenty of people helping him,” you assured.
The biohazard team was hosing him down with water to eliminate any traces of anthrax possibly lingering on his body. You felt bad you had let him wander off by himself even though he continuously insisted it was his fault. You wanted to stay by his side until he was taken to the hospital. You wanted to make sure he was okay throughout the whole process.
“He needs you more than I do,” he said.
You shook your head in protest. “Spence, I’m going to see you off to the hospital.”
“I’m about to get naked so they can scrub me down. Is that something you really wanna see?” He asked.
Without thinking you answered. “Yes.”
You quickly pressed your lips together as you realized what you had said. He looked at you in shock and you could feel the embarrassment tingling in your gut. The biohazard team looked on as if nothing had occurred but you could tell they heard you just by the brief looks they gave you. They seemed intrigued by what would be the next words to leave either of your mouths.
“Uh, maybe I will go see if Hotch needs help,” you said as you turned around.
“Y/N,” you heard him call.
You immediately turned around. You thought you turned around too eagerly because he looked thrown off by how quickly you switched your attention back to him. Or maybe he was still thrown off by your response to him. Either way you stood there waiting for him to say another word.
“I wa-”
“Dr. Reid, did you cut your hand?” Dr. Kimura asked.
Spencer looked at his left hand and you could see the instant look of panic wash over his face. You felt your heart drop as you saw how scared he looked and you were deeply scared for him. You both had thought he was in the clear for about an hour at that point which scared you even more. While they were hosing him down the anthrax had been going into his bloodstream.
He then let out a raspy cough. The panic started to come over you and you went right up to the glass that separated the both of you. He looked up at you and tried to tell you something but he was interrupted by a series of raspy coughs.
“He needs to get to the hospital now,” Dr. Kimura said.
“Spence, you’re going to be okay. Please tell him he’s going to be okay,” you begged.
“He’ll be okay once we get him to a hospital,” she reassured you.
She grabbed him by the arm and escorted him out of the room. The other biohazard team members rushed to the ambulance in the driveway. You ran out the door to meet them in the driveway. They took out the gurney and helped Spencer onto it.
You looked on in horror as he had trouble catching his breath. You didn’t even think your steps through as you walked towards the ambulance. As they put him in you were ready to climb in along with him. Dr. Kimura had to stop you immediately.
“Agent, you can’t be in the ambulance,” she said.
“But I have to make sure he’s okay,” you said.
“I know you do but I don’t want you to be put at risk. Meet us at the hospital to find out any further details about his health,” she said.
Before you could protest any further she hopped into the ambulance and closed the doors. You heard the sirens blare as they rushed out of the driveway towards the hospital. You ran towards the SUV and hopped into the driver’s side to get ready to follow them.
You took out your phone and called Hotch before you followed them. You impatiently waited for him to answer. You wanted to be by Spencer’s side as soon as possible so he had someone by his side to make sure he was okay. As soon as Hotch answered you frantically babbled everything you had to say to him.
“Hotch, Reid’s going to the hospital because the anthrax is probably in his bloodstream, so I’m going there right now to make sure he’s going to be okay,” you said.
“Y/L/N, how did that even happen? I thought they were going to hose him off,” he said.
“Hotch, I’ll fill you in later but I have to go. Bye,” you said and hung up on him.
You knew Hotch would call you out for your irrational need to panic but you didn’t care. You had to make sure Spencer had some sort of support. He had been through so much by himself and you couldn’t let him go through another downfall in his life alone. You put on your sirens and pulled out of the driveway before rushing to the hospital.
It had been an agonizing three hours of waiting for Spencer to wake up. Lucky for him he found the cure before he was rushed to the hospital. When he did wake up you made sure he was the first person he saw. It would have been you and Morgan but he went to go get an extra jello for Spencer for when he woke up. You and Morgan had eaten both of the jello’s in his room because you both got hungry as you waited for him to open his eyes.
You were over the moon when he had woken up. You couldn’t contain your excitement and went in for a hug immediately. You made sure it wasn’t too tight but close enough so he could feel the warmth you had to give to him. He wrapped his arms around you to hold you tight to him.
He couldn’t thank you enough for being by his side the whole three hours he was asleep. You assured him you would have waited longer if need be. The need did arise when Dr. Kimura informed him she wanted to keep him overnight to make sure he was fully stabilized. You told him you would stay with him as long as possible before the hospital had to send guests home for the night.
You were walking back to his hospital room with a paper bag full of fresh fries from the mom and pop diner from across the street. Spencer said he wished he had some fries to balance out his plain Jane hospital ham and cheese sandwich. You took it upon yourself to get it for him. It was the least you could do for him after everything he had been through in the day.
You knocked on his hospital room door before entering. He was reading a sports magazine Morgan had left behind in his room. From the look of confusion and dissatisfaction on his face you didn’t think he liked it very much. He looked up at you and instantly smiled as he tossed the magazine onto the side table.
“Hey, I got those fries you wanted,” you said.
“Aw, Y/N, you really didn’t have to,” he said.
“Spence, this isn’t the time for you to be overly considerate about my time or money. You almost died today,” you said as you closed the door behind you.
“That’s no excuse to splurge on me,” he said.
You chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible sometimes. If you don’t want them I’ll gladly eat them for you.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want them, I just said you didn’t have to but since they’re here I’ll eat them,” he said.
You laughed as you walked up to his hospital bed. You sat on the edge and handed over the bag. He smiled as he gladly took the bag from you.
“Thank you for everything, Y/N. I really appreciate you,” he said.
“No problem. Anytime,” you said.
“Can I ask you for one last favour?” He asked.
“Of course,” you said.
“Can you pull the curtains? I don’t feel comfortable with people watching me eat through the windows,” he said.
You got up and walked over to the big curtain to pull it across to block out anyone from looking in. The only light pouring in now was from the little gap of space at the top. You looked over at him with a smile but soon noticed he had put the bag of fries on the side table.
“Aren’t you hungry?” You asked.
“I’m actually curious about what you had said earlier,” he said.
You raised an eyebrow in question to what he meant but you already knew what he was asking about. You walked back over to him and sat on the edge of his hospital bed. You knew he could see through your disguise of playing dumb. You sighed and decided to come clean instead of trying to lie to a profiler.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked. I know it was totally inappropriate and unprofessional and I’m sorry,” you rambled.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said.
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“Because I wanted you to stay,” he admitted.
It took a second for you to comprehend what he said. Your eyes widened as you took in his desire for you to be there as he got naked. You didn’t have any words to say to that. On the inside you were screaming at a high pitch that only dogs could hear but nothing left your mouth. You could see Spencer’s open expression soon fade into a worried one.
“Uh, sorry. Maybe you didn’t mean-”
You leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips to prevent him from continuing his sentence. When you leaned up from him you could see a thrill spark in his eyes. You softly giggled as you felt adrenaline come over you.
“I think you’re really special, Spence and for months now I’ve had you on my mind,” you confessed.
“So have I. Eight months, twelve days and eight hours to be exact,” he said.
You chuckled. “I’m glad we’re on the same basis. If my profiler skills are on point you didn’t want me to close the blinds so you could eat.”
He smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You chuckled as you crawled onto the bed and swung your leg over him so you could straddle him. You leaned closer to him so you were right in front of his face. He couldn’t hide his true intentions from you now. He couldn’t help but laugh as you caught him red-handed.
“How about we stop talking and start doing?” You asked before planting a heavy kiss on him.
He latched his hands onto your hips. He lowered your body down so your pelvis could touch his. You could feel how hard he was through his hospital gown. You slowly grinded on his hard bulge to get him even harder. He moaned through the kiss and you loved hearing him being unable to even form a proper word to express how you made him feel.
He slid his hands down to the bottom of your skirt and moved his hands up to pull it up. He managed to slip his fingers underneath you and slowly stroked the cloth of your underwear. You started to moan yourself and you wanted more of what he was doing to you. You moved your underwear out of his way so he could get to stroke you properly.
He didn’t hesitate to run his fingers up and down your folds. He made sure not to forget to pay your clit a visit here and there. You moaned in pleasure as you let him feel you for the first time. You unbuttoned the first four buttons of your blouse because you were getting hot. Spencer had no problem with you revealing more of yourself to him. In fact he looked ecstatic to see you loosen up even more.
He then inserted two fingers into you. You nearly lost your mind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He looked you in your eyes as he did. He had a small smirk on his face in response to how you could barely contain yourself anymore. He leaned forward to trap you in another lengthy kiss. From your lips he kissed along the side of your face until he reached your ear.
“I’ve been waiting for a long time to know how you feel,” he whispered.
“I hope it’s everything you’ve ever desired,” you moaned.
“It’s more than I could ever desire,” he whispered.
His words alone could send you over the edge. You pulled back the sheets from under you and proceeded to lift his hospital gown. You gently took his fingers out of you as it was time for you to show him how good you could feel.
You grabbed his dick from underneath you to hold it in place. You gently slid down onto it and you both let out a moan in unison. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support as you gently rode him. You would go faster but you thought he had already been through a wild ride during the day.
The way he grabbed your hips to motion you to go faster indicated to you his heart could take it. You obliged and quickened your pace as you continued to let out countless moans. You looked in his eyes as you rode him and you could see how lost in lust he looked.
“How do I feel now?” You asked.
“Amazing,” he said.
You smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. You couldn’t get over how amazing his kisses were. You didn’t know if you liked his kisses more or his dick. He was definitely the whole package all around and you couldn’t get off the high he made you feel.
You continued to ride him for a few minutes and it was becoming harder and harder for both of you to contain your moans. You then felt him grab your hips to hold them still. You were confused until he started to buck his hips up into you. You accidentally moaned louder than expected so he hushed you as he continued to buck his hips.
“I’m about-”
“Just fucking cum in me.”
“You su-”
“Yes, just do it.”
He grunted as he came in you. You moaned out a sigh and eased up off of his dick. You two were heavily breathing but catching your breaths didn’t stop you from kissing each other. You could have kissed him for hours on end but a knock on the door scared you so deeply you jumped off of him. You fixed your skirt and buttoned your blouse as quickly as possible as Spencer pulled down his nightgown before covering himself with his sheet.
“Come in,” he said.
A security guard came in. He looked at the both of you and for a second you were nervous he knew what you two did. You didn’t exactly care if you two were caught by him but it didn’t make a good first-time story to remember. You immediately grabbed your bag because you came back down to reality and realized what he was going to say.
“Visitation hours are up, miss,” he said.
“I know, I’m leaving now,” you said.
He nodded and left, closing the door behind him. You looked over at Spencer and the both of you laughed. You leaned in and gave him one last kiss.
“I’ll be back tomorrow morning to pick you up,” you said.
“Thank you. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he said.
You smiled. “Me either. See you tomorrow.”
You turned around to walk towards the door. You couldn’t stop smiling to yourself as you thought about the possibilities of tomorrow and the future with Spencer held. Before you turned the doorknob to leave, you heard him call you.
“Y/N,” he said.
You turned your head. “Yes?”
“I can’t let you leave without asking you on a date. Would you like to go on a date next week?” He asked.
You giggled. Even though the two of you just had sex in his hospital bed, he still had to be a gentleman about the whole thing. He was definitely the best guy you had ever known. You nodded in excitement.
“I would love to, Spence,” you replied.
He smiled. “Awesome. I can’t wait. Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Spence."
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After the End (Comes the Beginning)
Relationships: 10th Doctor x reader, Donna x reader (platonic), Donna x Doctor (platonic), Rose x reader (mentioned, platonic)
Summary: Christmas bride rewrite. The Doctor and you cope with the loss of Rose and meet Donna.
Warnings: mentions of the loss of Rose
Genre: angst
You lost her.
You lost Rose and she didn't even get to finish her sentence before you and the Doctor were ripped away.
You were standing in the TARDIS with her last words ringing in your ears. You stared at the wall where she'd stood just a second ago. You were sinking to your knees and you didn't even notice with your vision blurred, too many tears to see through.
Too much pain to get up.
A sob interrupted your quiet litany of "Nononononononononono-" and you hadn't even known you were speaking. You tried to catch your breath but you seemed to have forgotten how to take air in. The only thing that existed was the hole in your chest.
Then the Doctor's teary face appeared in your vison. His hands were gripping your arms. He was calling for you.
"Y/N. Y/N. Y/N." There was desparation in his voice and so much grief in his eyes that it woke you up.
Because he'd lost Rose too. He loved her too, you three had been best friends and after all that he'd lost he must have been breaking. And if there was one thing you wouldn't stand for now, it was leaving him alone.
"I'm here." You wiped your tears with your palms and looked into his deep brown shattered eyes. "I'm here, Doctor, and l'm not leaving." You tried for a smile as you gently took his face in your hands and wiped his tears with your thumb.
When you saw he'd heard you, you pulled him into your arms. You were clinging to each other and you weren't sure if you were ever going to stop. Ever.
Then you heard a gasp and a shocked squeak. You and the Doctor broke apart enough to look at the strange woman who was now standing in TARDIS. You both stood up out of astonishment to see her better.
"What?" you heard the Doctor's incredoulus voice. You simply stared. If you hadn't been desolate, the sight would have been hilarious.
There was a ginger bride standing in the TARDIS asking, "Who are you?" and there was no clue to explain how she got there.
You found yourself smiling.
"What?" the Doctor breathed again. You thought you might start laughing but then you looked at him. He still had teartracks on his face.
The reality came back like a slap.
"Who are you?" she demanded, and you just
stared.
"What?" The Doctor seemed to be caught in a loop so you stepped towards her.
"Hi. My name's Y/N and this is the Doctor. You're standing in the TARDIS."
"You can't do that l wasn't- we're in flight that is- that is physically imposible how did you-" the Doctor was rambling away but the ginger cut him off.
"Tell me where l am," she told you with force. "I demand you tell me RIGHT NOW where am l?"
"Inside the TARDIS," you repeated and she focused on you.
"The what."
"The TARDIS."
"The what?"
"The TARDIS."
"The what???"
"It's called the TARDIS," the Doctor finally joined in.
"That's not even a proper word!"
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When the Doctor went to get money from the ATM, you went with him. You'd have stayed with Donna before, before, but not now. You were not letting him out of your sight. Judging by the panicked look in his eyes when he checked if you were following him he felt the same.
~
You turned him away from the partying crowd, towards the bar. You'd recognized the look in his eyes as he watched the dancing couples, it mirrored how you felt inside.
You hugged him close and he buried his face into your shoulder.
Then you noticed the cameraman.
~
You screamed at Lance when he said those horrible things about Donna. You made sure she knew she isn't alone. You held her hand.
Then when she was crying in the TARDIS and the Doctor didn't notice, you held her.
~
When the empress of the Racknoss screamed, you got lost. She screamed in grief, and there was just as much of it in you.
Donna pulled you out of it.
There would be enough time to grieve when this was over, and then you would never get lost again.
~
"I'll just, go out there and do something," Donna finished with a smile. You exchanged looks with the Doctor.
"Well, you could always..." he began.
"What?"
"Come with us." You stepped towards her. There was so much hope in you but you tried to keep it at bay. You didn't think you could take much more hurt today.
"No," Donna said in a soft voice. Well, so much for that.
"Okay," the Doctor reacted immediately.
"I can't," Donna told you sadly.
"No, that's fine!"
"No but really though, I mean everything we did today- Do you live your life like that?"
"Not all the time," you tried, but you knew it was no use. It wasn't true.
"I think you do. And I couldn't," Donna shook her head.
"But you've seen it out there," you tried. "It's beautiful."
"And it's terrible. That place was flooding and bruning and they were dying and he stood there like-" Donna turned to the Doctor. "I don't know. A stranger."
"And then you made it snow, I mean you scare me to death!" She turned back to you. "The both of you!"
"Well then," said the Doctor.
But then Donna went on, "Tell you what I will do, though- Christmas dinner."
She was followed by silence.
You couldn't speak, not when you could see Jackie's gentle smile as she passed you your cup. And then you could hear Mickey laugh while you scooped the turkey on your plate. Home, they had been your home, Rose and Jackie and Mickey, all that warmth and joy and ease, because you hadn't had to pretend when they were there. No, every moment was a gi-
"Oh come on." Donna's voice broke you out of the dream. Because that was what it was now, and that was what it would stay - a dream.
"No, no, we couldn't," you tried to decline. You couldn't sit down with a family, and be happy, and let it be Christmas. Not now. The memory of Mickey and Jackie burned, but Rose -
Not without Rose. Not when it felt like half your chest was missing. It had been less than a day.
"We don't do that sort of thing," the Doctor joined in.
"You did it last year, you both said so, and might as well, because mom always cooks enough for twenty," she tried.
"Donna," you said and there was something in your voice that stopped her (grief). "We can't." You let your sorrow show, and you hadn't wanted to do that.
But it was so, so close, just below the surface, everything in you was screaming, still screaming Nononononono ROSE!!!! There had been enough danger and adrenaline to distract you, but now that you were standing there in the snow, you couldn't keep the gnawing pain at bay. You were splintering.
She looked into your eyes, and you knew she understood. "Will I ever see you again?"
The Doctor gave her a soft smile. "If we're lucky."
Then you stepped towards Donna and she hugged you, even though you were both damp from the rain. She lifted her head from your shoulder and adressed the Doctor, "Just... hold onto her." She gave you a tight squeeze. "You need someone to stop you."
"Yeah," his voice was so soft you almost couldn't catch it.
And now it was time to go. You pulled away, but before you let go, you smiled and looked into Donna's brilliant blue eyes. "Thank you." You squeezed her arm so she knew you really meant it.
"And good luck," the Doctor wished Donna as you stepped backwards to join him. "And just... be magnificent."
She chuckled. "I think I will, yeah."
The Doctor opened the TARDIS door for you and you stepped in, but then Donna called out for you to wait and you both turned back. "What?"
"That friend of yours, what was her name?" she asked and you were ashamed you hadn't told her yet.
"Rose," you and the Doctor said in one voice. "Her name was Rose," you repeated and then there was nothing left to say.
You gave Donna a sad smile and turned away. The Doctor closed the door behind you and walked to the concole. You joined him just in time to grab a hold of it when the TARDIS started shaking.
You were off to the stars.
~
"Do you blame me?" the Doctor said in a tight voice when it was quiet. It was just the two of you again. You'd been hugging, and then he'd pulled away just enough to see your face and ask.
"What?" You had a small idea what he meant, but you didn't want to believe it. He wouldn't meet your eyes.
"Do you blame me for losing Rose?" he clarified, looking down at your joined hands. "I was supposed to keep you safe. I promised l would keep you both safe. And l didn't." His voice broke on the last word. His shoulders were tense, like he was bracing for a hit. You realized he'd braced himself because he thoght you wanted to leave him.
And all you wanted to do was smack him.
"Doctor, listen to me. And listen well," you commanded as you gently tilted his chin to look him in the eye. "Are you listening?" you demanded, and he nervously replied, "Yes."
"Good. What happened to Rose was not your falt. Did you hear me? Not. your. fault. I do not, and will never blame you for her loss."
He stared at you with his big brown eyes, lips slightly parted. He was completely lost, like he couldn't comprehend what you were saying.
"We knew that it was dangerous, we knew what could happen. It was her choice to stay, like it was mine. It could have been me just as easily."
His grip on your arm tightened as he shook his head, whispering "No, nononono," like he couldn't let himself imagine that posibility.
But you went on, "Or it could have been you, or none of us. That's the risk we took, that's the risk we both chose to take, from the moment we started travelling with you."
"It was our choice. Rose's and mine. And you don't get to take it from us, you hear me? You don't get to take her choice away like it was something you decided, like it was something only you did. She loved us and chose us and she was brave. So the consequences came, yes, like every other adventure we had, it's just that this time we don't like them. But they are ours and we'll live with them." There was stinging in your eyes and you didn't fight it. You cupped the Doctor's cheek with your hand. His brown eyes were wide, as if he just now came to understand what you'd said. What you'd meant.
You went on, "I'll grieve, and l'll hurt and so will you. But l'd rather have that time, the memories of Rose, of us together and the pain, than not to have had her at all." Your throat tightened and you had to swallow a few times to be able to speak again. You took a breath and finished, "So remember, Doctor, the choice was hers, and the choice is mine."
He had tears glittering on his cheeks and so did you. You held his gaze until he closed his eyes and hung his head, and then you hugged him.
You held him close and he clung to you even though he was shaking. You both sobbed but still you held each other.
You would hold each other together.
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young one | 23
Jungkook sat on the couch staring at his phone that’s on the coffee table, for almost thirty minutes, debating whether or not he should call you right now.
What if you were busy?
What if you were in the middle of an exam?
Out with your parents?
Having fun with Sian?
He didn’t want to bother or disturb you.
But what if you were waiting for his call?
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try. As he leans forward to grab his phone, he hears a knock.
“Jungkookah!” He hears as he walks towards the door. Turning the knob open, his four friends walk in without a single word from Jungkook. He sighs.
“What’s with the sad face,” Donghyun asks Jungkook. “We brought drinks and fried chicken.” They put everything on the coffee table, covering everything he had on top. His phone and a little box.
“I’m just not in the mood for it today,” Jungkook tells them, grabbing his stuff from the table.
“Again? Wait. Is that--?” Yuri stares at the box Jungkook had in his hand along with his phone. Without hesitation she grabs the small box and plops down on the couch. Jungkook lets out a big sigh, sitting by her as she opens the small box.
“An engagement ring?” Sungjae asks, sitting in front of Yuri.
“It’s pretty,” she says. “Guessing she said no? Is that the reason why she left?” Yuri says taking the ring out of the box. She’s about to try it on when Jungkook snatches it back from her.
“Rude,” she laughs out. Jungkook scoffs.
“Says the one who took it from me first. Don’t put it on, it’s not for you,” he says, annoyed. Yuri looked at him unamused.
“Why did she leave anyways?” Minhyuk asks, mouth full of food.
“We’re both on different paths. She was always busy with work and school so she barely had any time for any one. Her mom suggested they stay with her for the meantime so she can focus on her education.”
“So she doesn’t work anymore?” Donghyun asks. Jungkook shakes his head no.
“Wait why couldn’t you go with them?” Minhyuk asks next.
“Umm..” Jungkook tilts his head to the side. “Uh, she thought it’d be good for us to go on a break. While we figure out our life separately.”
“That’s good, you get another chance in life,” Sungjae laughs.
“Yeah. She ended his life right when we graduated college, no?” Donghyun adds in, looking at Sungjae.
“What?” Jungkook says, shocked. “Ended? That’s right when my life started, what do you mean?”
“You barely had any time to figure out what you wanted to do and when the whole Yn baby thing happened, you had no choice but to pick that path in life,” Donghyun explains.
“But I like how my life is now,” Jungkook says, confused at what his friends were trying to say.
“Then why are you so mopey?” Yuri says, rolling her eyes. “You were always so fun whenever we hung out.”
“Because both the best people in my life are gone?” Jungkook says as if it wasn’t obvious enough.
“You have us now,” Yuri tells him, putting her hand on his knee. Jungkook quickly pushed her hand off.
“In the past, Yn took you from us.”
“I guess we came back at the right time to get you back on a life that fits you,” Donghyun says, following after Minhyuk.
“We five started together, we’re ending together,” Sungjae says, lifting up his drink.
“Maybe if Yn wasn’t too selfish and greedy, we could’ve been friends,” Minhyuk says, making Yuri laugh.
“No way! I don’t think we’d get along. I never really liked her,” Yuri says, grabbing her drink from the table.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, “that’s something you both have in common.”
“She didn’t like herself either? HA. Selfish, greedy, insecure,” Donghyun listed out. “Why did you ever like her?”
“She’s far from any of those. Maybe if you were a little nicer and gave her a chance, you’d like her too,” Jungkook tells him. “I’m starting to see why she doesn’t like me hanging out with you guys,” he says quietly.
“What?!” Minhyuk says out of shock. He laughs a bit, “She really hates it when you have any fun. Nothing’s changed.”
“Yeah I think it’s a good idea you two took a break. You can’t have her controlling your life. She doesn’t know what’s good for you, you’re your own person. She can’t tell you who you can and can’t be friends with. A break will be good for you,” Yuri speaks.
“My own girlfriend for over six years doesn’t know what’s good for me, but the lady I hit with my shopping cart suddenly does?” Jungkook says, laughing. Yuri looks at him surprised.
“I knew you before she did!” She argues.
“Jungkook, just take this as a sign that the world is giving you another shot in life. Don’t let it go. You have a choice this time, pick the right one,” Sungjae tells him.
Before Jungkook can speak up, he hears a knock on the door. He gets up without a word and walks to the front door.
“Hyung...s,” he says, surprised when all six of his older brothers stood outside his door.
��How are you holding up buddy? We finally were all free at the same time,” Hoseok says sheepishly, holding a plastic bag filled with ice cream. “So we wanted to check up on you.”
“Would you be down for a guys night?” Jin says, holding Haneul in one arm. “Haneul wanted to see you too, so I brought him with me.” Haneul smiles at his uncle Kookie and waves his little hand.
“Mingyu wouldn’t stop screaming when I was leaving, so…” Jimin says, pointing to the cheeky baby on his chest. “Brought him too.” Jungkook finally breaks into a smile when he takes in all of his hyung’s faces and also his nephews.
“I’m down, co--”
“Jungkook who’s at the door?” Yuri yells from behind him. All the boys’ eyes grew wide as they heard a girl’s voice coming from inside.
“My friends!” Jungkook yells back at her.
“The babysitters?” Donghyun answers back with a laugh.
Jungkook looks at his hyungs with a tired look. “I didn’t invite them over, they just came.”
“Like us?” Taehyung says with a smile.
“Yeah, but you guys aren’t getting on my nerves so it’s okay. Come in,” Jungkook says, walking away from the door.
-
It was rather awkward. Jungkook has never expected this to happen. You and Sian gone and his two separate groups of friends gathered around him in his living room.
“Why is that staring at me?” Yuri says, scratching her head and pointing to Haneul.
“T-that?” Jin stammers, looking around at his friends. “What are you saying about my kid?”
“I’m saying tell him to stop staring, that’s rude,” Yuri answers.
“You’re one to say what’s rude or not,” Jungkook mumbles.
“I can’t help it that my kid likes to stare at strange looking things,” Jin tells her. Yuri gasps and the maknae line tries to hold in their laugh.
“So are we just going to sit here and stare at each other or what,” Yoongi says, scanning his eyes over Jungkook’s friends.
“I mean we were all hanging out and doing fine but you all decide to show up unannounced,” Sungjae says.
“I heard you four did the same,” Jimin says.
“Yeah but we’re Jungkook’s friends,” Yuri answers. “He likes it when we’re over.”
“And we’re Jungkook’s family, he likes it when we’re over,” Jin tells her.
“Oh, you guys are the ones who act like Jungkook’s dads right? The ones that tell him what to do and who to be friends with…” Minhyuk says, “I heard you guys don’t like us either--”
“We don’t.” Taehyung tells him without expression.
“Is that why you came,” Donghyun says.
“No, we came for Jungkook,” Namjoon finally speaks. “If you guys are his friends you know what he’s going through.”
“Which is why we came and celebrated,” Sungjae says, slapping a hand to Jungkook’s back.
“Celebrated? What’s there to celebrate,” Hoseok laughs.
“Yn and her kid finally leaving and giving Jungkook his old life back,” Yuri says.
“Giving Jungkook his old life back?” Taehyung asks, confused.
“When we were in college, that was the best time of our life,” Minhyuk explains. “It was just us five. But then Yn came and our friendship started to falter. It was fine at first--”
“No it wasn’t. Ever since Yn came it got so boring,” Yuri says.
“Well Yn would come with us to parties, but she’d get drunk too fast and had to go home before the party started started. You know? Or she’d ask Jungkook to stay at the dorms with her or study with her instead and so Jungkook started hanging with us less and less,” Minhyuk continues.
“Eventually, Yn did start having fun at parties with Jungkook but they often go off on their own rather than actually be with us four,” Dongyun adds.
“Then she got knocked up and they stopped hanging out with us completely,” Sungjae says. “Jungkook really had no choice.”
“I beg to differ,” Jin says. “It was Jungkook’s choice to stay or leave Yn and he chose his life now. He never regretted any of it either.”
“How would you know, you weren’t there,” Yuri argues.
“I wasn’t there?” Jin says, looking at her with a smile. “Yah. Who do you think helped out with Yn and Jungkook’s starting family?”
“Hyung was the first one to have a kid out of us so he knew what to do and everything. He helped me and Yn from the beginning,” Jungkook speaks up, after hearing what everyone had to say. “And he’s right, I chose to stay with Yn. She never told me to stop hanging out with you guys back then and she still hasn’t now.”
“I believe you four are just holding a, what, seven? year long grudge that you have over Yn.” Namjoon says, looking over Jungkook’s friends. “You believe that she took Jungkook away from you four because you were friends with him first but he chose Yn over you four. You can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that Jungkook likes-- loves-- Yn more than the four of you and you like Jungkook way too much to put the blame on him. But really, none of it is his fault. He’s his own person, he can choose who to like, who not to like and who to leave and who to stay with. No one can make him choose. If someone does force him to choose someone else, then he would be living in regret right now. Do you understand?”
“Are your little brains comprehending this?” Yoongi says, staring at them with a straight face. The four’s eyes shift from Namjoon to Yoongi quitely.
“Are you understanding what uncle Namjoon is saying?” Jin asks, looking down at Haneul who’s sitting on his lap. Haneul nods his head, even if he really doesn’t know what’s going on. “Yaaaah~” Jin lets out a proud noise. “Even my son has a bigger brain than you,” he says, pointing at Yuri. She scoffs at him.
“So for example,” Namjoon says, continuing, “if Yn told Jungkook to choose her over you four, and Jungkook didn’t want that, he’d be living in regret right now. But he’s not. Jungkook chose what he wanted, so he’s content with the life that he has now.”
“Content? When we first came here he looked so upset--”
“Because Yn and Sian aren’t here,” Taehyung says. “The two people that made him the happiest are gone.”
“What’s Haneul minus happy?” Jin says, looking at Haneul once again.
“Sad!” Haneul yells, making a sad face. Jin looks at the four with an expression that said ‘what’d I say??’
“So what are you all trying to say,” Yuri asks, tired of the six boys.
“We’re saying you four are selfish for thinking of yourself rather than Jungkook. You call yourselves his “friends” yet disregard his feelings. When the blame is put on you, you throw it at someone else that has no part or fault in the situation. You four are adults now, yet continue to act immature. You can’t go back to the past, it’s the past for a reason. Jungkook was fine before you got here. Having other friends is okay but you can’t come in here and start controlling his life as if you were a part of it in the first place. You were his past yet you act like you’re his present and future. You step into his life and judge every part of it. You don’t bother to understand what Yn is going through or give Sian a chance. He’s a really sweet boy and Yn is one of the most selfless people I know. Yet you judge her for something your mind made up years ago. They aren’t the bad guys here. They didn’t ruin Jungkook’s life. If they did, I don’t think their relationship would have reached this far. So stop saying Jungkook had no choice. He chose to be with Yn, he chose to stay with her when she got pregnant, and he chose to live his life with the two. You four have no business coming in and taking him away as if you know what he wants. Jungkook’s a really nice kid and he sees you four as his old friends. You’re lucky that he’s able to see past all of your flaws and accept all of you as his friends but I think your true colors are finally appearing to him. None of you deserve to have Jungkook as your friend if you can’t accept the life he’s living right now and the people in it.” Namjoon says. Everyone was quiet. Namjoon looks at Jungkook and the young one mouths a ‘thank you’ to him as if he said everything he felt the past hour that he couldn’t put into words.
“And I think I’m speaking for Jungkook, and everyone else here when I say this,” Namjoon continues, “but please get out.”
The four silently turn to Jungkook who nods his head. Yuri was the first to get up, rolling her eyes as she walked to the front door. The three followed silently.
“So they know how to shut their mouths,” Hoseok says with a small laugh.
“Namjoon hyung was so good,” Jimin says, with wide eyes. “Right Gyu? Uncle Joonie is so cool, no?”
After the four were out of their sight, Namjoon looks over at Jungkook and the young one sighs out of relief.
“Hyuuuungg,” he whined, walking over to Namjoon and sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing his cheek to Namjoon’s forehead.
“Hyung, thank you,” he says, hugging Namjoon tightly. Joon pats his little brother’s back.
“You’re too nice sometimes you know. And color blind,” Namjoon says, pulling away from Jungkook slightly and tilting his head up to look him in the eye. “When you see the red flags, drop them.”
“I told you you’re oblivious,” Yoongi says, pointing at Jungkook. “Your so called friends are so rude and you let them walk all over you.”
“They act like it’s their world and we’re just living in it,” Taehyung says with a smirk. “When really… I’m the main character here.” Jimin and Hoseok look at him as if he was stupid.
“I thought I was the main character,” Jungkook says, pointing at himself, pouting.
“You are,” Jin says, looking at him. “For now.”
“Ugh, whatever,” Jungkook says, “give me him.” He gestures for Jin to pass Haneul to him and Jin does so. Namjoon groans at the added weight.
“Hand over Gyu Gyu as well,” Jungkook says, reaching his arms towards Jimin. Namjoon’s eyes widens and Jimin laughs as he walks over to the three, adding Mingyu on top.
“Yah-yah y-yah Jungkook,” Namjoon says as Jungkook bounces the two on his lap. He holds the two of them to his chest and leans into Namjoon’s chest.
“I wanna stay like this until my babies come back,” Jungkook says.
“I- I don’t,” Namjoon says, struggling to breathe.
“Okay well what are we going to do about this,” Taehyung says, looking at all the food on the coffee table. “They really just leave their trash behind.”
“Are we going to eat it?” Hoseok asks, opening one of the boxes.
“I refuse to eat anything those demons touched,” Jin says, taking out his phone. “I’ll order. What do you guys want?”
“Mommy,” Mingyu says. Jungkook frowned.
“Me too,” he says, looking over at Jin who just looked at them with a blank expression.
“Well that’s not on the menu.”
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♛ part twenty-three: uncle joonie is so cool ♛
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