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after-witch · 3 years

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Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis: The first time you laid eyes on your child, you knew: You had to get out. Set in the ‘White Picket Fence’-verse.

For request: Something with Overhaul + the reader’s children and manipulation (I’m sorry I accidentally deleted the original message so I don’t remember the exacting wording!)

Word Count: 3328

notes: yandere, stockholm syndrome, abuse

From the instant you laid eyes on your daughter, the moment your gaze took in her fresh, wet skin and her small, blinking, uncomprehending eyes, you knew: you had to get the fuck away from Chisaki Kai.

The realization was instant, like a flash, peeling away years of manipulation and training and forced self-acceptance of your situation. Years of justifications and excuses that had wormed their way under your skin, forcing you to see the bright side, to see his side, and let yourself get wrapped up in its candy-coated, fluffy cotton bullshit--gone, ripped away with brutal, exacting force. All that was left was the stark realization, a single driving force shoving you forward: you and your daughter were going to get out.

That was four years ago.

Four years of agonizing pretending. Of forcing yourself to put back on the coat you'd worn before, the false version of yourself that loved him and accepted him and excused everything he ever did to you. It was hard. It was harder to pretend that you accepted this than to actually accept it, to indulge in his control. But every time your resolve weakened, it only took a glance at your child to remind you of why you couldn't just give in.

You had to get out, not for yourself, but for her. To give her a normal life. A life where she could be free, where she could have friends, where she could run outside and not be limited to the house or, if the weather was nice, the secure, high-fenced backyard that Kai had only built within the last year.

Four years of pretending. Four years of planning. And, most difficult of all, four years of waiting. Trust was not easily given by Chisaki Kai, even to the mother of his child.

So you waited.

You waited for Kai to move you two--no, three now--into a house, a real house; not in a populated suburb (another broken promise that you swallowed deep, deep down) but an offshoot of some protected compound in a remote area, where it could be secure and guarded. But what mattered is that its doors connected to the outside, not to some unknown underground bunker. You could manage, if you were connected to the outside.

You waited for Kai to ease up on the restrictions that built up around you during your pregnancy, rules to keep you under a far more watchful eye, rules that made it harder to find a way out. Inches of trust, gradually earned, which made it possible for you to think concretely about escape.

You waited for your daughter to get old enough to run, old enough to survive without needing to be fed every few hours, old enough to know how to stay quiet when told. Watching her grow up only made you want to leave, more. She had a personality now. Stubborn but accepting when she knew she wouldn’t win; sweet in her own way, an unusual way, likely one that came from a lack of interaction with anyone but her parents and a handful of trusted Shie Hassaikai members.

It was one of those trusted members--you never have learned their name, a secret Kai (nor they) were willing to give--that would be your key to escape.

They loved your daughter, too, in time. They were drawn in by her precociousness, her insistence on formalities and pleases and thank-yous. But it was her bubbliness and inherent interest in the world and people around her that made them decide to love her, too.Her big eyes and bubbling laugh when you two were allowed in the yard, sometimes under this member’s supervision.

To your daughter’s delight, they didn’t simply watch you like the handful of others did; they joined in the fun. Just a few weeks ago, she’d convinced him to push her so high on the swing set that she’d gone all the way around--even your heart briefly froze until she’d emerged on the other side, cackling with delight, safe and sound.

They were loyal to Overhaul. Of that there was no doubt. Had they killed for him? Maimed? Tortured? You tried not to think about the things that were done in Overhaul’s name.

Yet they’d betrayed him, all for the sake of your daughter. Part of you feels bitter that they wouldn’t betray him for the sake of you--but then, what was that saying? Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

It was with their help that you were finally able to secure that last necessary piece of the puzzle for your escape: getting out of the secured, monitored gate surrounding the house unnoticed. He told you in hushed, intense tones that he would be on watch duty the night of your escape, that he would take care of the other member assigned that night, and that all you had to do was get out the door at the agreed time with your bag, your daughter, and a good pair of walking shoes. He would drive you as far as he could, and then you two would run, run, run after that.

It was going to work. Your daughter was going to live her life, a real life, not one carefully constructed in captivity. What would you do first, once you were free? The thoughts sometimes made you so giddy that you pinched yourself to calm down. So close, so close to the finish line, and you must be vigilant.

Tonight. You and your daughter are going to leave tonight.

Your daughter is in her bed, tucked in safe and secure. Her eyes are already closed, and Kai is sitting at the edge of the mattress, as always, smoothing down her hair and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. You watch from the doorway with your arms casually crossed, a small, tired, end-of-the-night smile on your lips. It's all so normal, so domestic, isn't it.

"Good night," he says, so soft and sweet that, if you hadn't been pulled out of your deluded coping mechanism, you might find it endearing. Instead, your thoughts scream: This will be the last time you ever see her, you fucked up piece of shit bastard. Oh, do you have a potty mouth when your 'husband' can't hear you...

He leaves your daughter to her dreams and clicks off the little lamp on her nightstand. When he crosses the doorway, you make room and he lets you slide your arm around his, linking yourselves together for the walk to your shared bedroom.

"Tired?" He asks, and you nod. You are tired. Not for the reasons he thinks, and not for the reasons you'll give, but the telltale darkness under your eyes belies the stress of planning your escape from a years-long ordeal.

You sigh, as soft and sweet as his voice was earlier. "Mmhmm. She didn't want to focus on her lessons today. I got a bit frustrated. Sometimes I don't think I'm cut out to be a teacher." By now you're in your bedroom and you casually take off your day clothes, dropping them in the labeled hamper in front of the closet. Your stomach twinges with the memory of how he used to look away when you took off your clothes.

But that was long ago, and now he continues the conversation casually as the pair of you strip and change into your respective pajamas. You slip a pink nightie with ruffled bottom over your head as he

"You just need more practice. Are you reading the lesson books before you start class?"

I wouldn't have to read any lesson books if you let her out of this house, if you let her out of school, if you weren't--you stop your thoughts, afraid that they might show on your face. Afraid that you might lose everything at this last, crucial moment.

But you know you look frustrated, so you roll with it. "Yes," you say, voice just the right amount of annoyed in retort. "But if she doesn't want to sit down and focus, me reading the lesson beforehand isn't really going to help, is it?"

He stares at you, and you wonder in a flash if you went too far. But in the next moment, he's simply continuing to button up his shirt. "Is it going to help our daughter learn if you take out your bad day on your husband?" His voice is dripping with the natural condescension that once had you questioning whether or not it was okay to be upset that he'd kidnapped you, and you hate it. But at least it's a sign that he bought your excuses.

You feel a warm flush of shame at the way his condescension still makes you feel less-than. You slide yourself into bed, under the covers, instinctively grabbing the book on your end table and staring down into it like you could simply disappear inside the pages. You can't mess up anything right now. The weight of what you need to do tonight feels so heavy and you can't stop your hands from trembling slightly.

"Sorry," you whisper, voice thick with emotion. "It's just hard sometimes. I feel in over my head."

It's Kai's turn to slide under the covers, though he doesn't bother grabbing his own book. Instead he gently pushes on your hands until you set the book on the covers. You know he wants you to look at him, so you do. He looks so gentle, so calm. Did he kill anyone today? Did he insult some hapless victim who crossed his organization, spewing venom with his words, before kissing your daughter goodnight hours later?

His gloved hands tip your chin up and it's a familiar feeling, an intimate feeling, when he pulls you in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he's smiling softly, indulgently. You aren't in trouble. You're good.

"I'll come home for lessons tomorrow and see what I can do. Would you like that?"

I'd like you to drop dead and make this easier on us, you think.

"Yes, Kai."

You smile. You nod. You let out a shaky sigh and lean your shoulders against his, picking up your book and signaling an end to the crisis. He lets you read quietly for a while before turning off the lamp on his side of the bed; it's a wordless signal that you already know: time to sleep. You're a dutiful wife and you put your book away and turn off your lamp and then turn back to your husband and whisper,

"Good night, Kai."

You wait until he's deep asleep to ease your way out of the bed. Every step you take in your padded socks makes you cringe. Will the floor creak? Will you make too much noise? Will you have to come up with a half-assed excuse as he comes to, groggily asking what you're doing? You feel like you can't breathe, but you do breathe, soft and shallow as you make your way to the bedroom door.

You didn't dare keep anything related to your escape in your shared bedroom. The door feels like it weighs a thousand pounds as you ever-so-slowly open it, keeping your head turned towards the man sleeping on the bed all the while. He doesn't stir. He simply continues to snore, even as the door opens enough for you to slip out.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you cross the hallway and into the spare room that you used as a playroom and, lately, a makeshift school. The bag you packed is in the closet, tucked behind bags of school supplies that you'd asked Kai to pick up in order to make sure that your escape bag didn't stand out. You grab it swiftly, along with your daughter's outdoor shoes, and make your way to the most dangerous element of your escape: your daughter's room.

She did so well. You remind yourself to praise her once you're away from the house, once you're in a car and making noise isn't a life or death dilemma. You built up the idea of your escape bit by bit over the past few weeks. You couldn't tell her that her father was a monster who kidnapped you, but you could prey on her desire to see more, to go beyond the rules established in her father's domain.

Don't you want to meet other kids? Go to the beach, feel the sand underneath your feet? Meet... your grandma? We'll just take a secret trip, you and me, and then come back to Papa when we're done. Then he'll see that it's safe to leave and come with us next time. But you have to keep it a secret. You can't tell him a thing, or we won't be able to go. You can keep a secret, can't you?

You kneel next to your daughter's bed and gently wake her up, whispering her name and stroking her hair, so she slowly opens her eyes in confusion before her gaze lands on your face and ah, a smile--it's just mom.

"Mama?" She asks, a bit too loudly for your liking.

"Shh baby," you say. "Yes, it's mama. Are you ready to go?" You see the tentativeness, the childish confusion in the way she nods. She doesn't know what real life is yet, she doesn't have an inkling of the freedom that she's lost, but she will.

You don't bother changing. You have a pair of clothes in the bag and you'll change when you're in a safer space. For now, you take her hand and lead her down the staircase, your chest tightening with every step. You can't help but glance back at the still-open doorway leading to your bedroom. You pray to whatever is listening that he won't wake up. Each step is a step closer to freedom. Each step is a terrifying risk that you or she might slip, might make noise, might wake him up.

Your spirits lift when you reach the bottom of the stairs. All you have to do is get out the door and he'll be waiting there with the key and a getaway car and freedom.

You clutch your daughter's hand, your own palm now sweaty; you nearly trip on a toy you forgot to pick up earlier, but thankfully the light in the entryway was turned on (you must have forgotten to turn it off) and you see it just in time to avoid disaster. You squeeze your daughter hand and turn the corner that leads to the entryway of your home--

Where Chisaki Kai is standing, waiting for you, his eyes practically illuminated by the glowing lamp light.

You drop the bag.

"No," you say. "No." Your mind suddenly feels fuzzy, like its buzzing, drowning out all of your thoughts with a pure denial of what you see in front of you.

"How--how did you--" you sputter, unable to continue voicing your question. It was all planned. It was all practiced. You pretended, you waited, you planned--for four years. How? How did he know?

He doesn't have to answer. You know the moment that your daughter's grip slips out of your hand and she runs up to her father, feet thumping on the floor. She clings to his side and doesn't look at you, and he runs a hand through her hair without taking his eyes away from your shaking form.

Of course she told him. Of course she told her papa that you wanted to leave. She loved him. Why wouldn't she? It was all she'd ever known. You were breaking the rules, breaking the structure that dominated her life since she could remember.

"Please don't be mad at me, mama." Your daughter whimpers against Kai, and you can hear the tears in her little voice, and your heart aches for her in so many ways.

"I'm not," you whisper. "I'm not mad at you, baby." You're just sad, so sad. It hurts. All of it.

"Sweetheart," Kai says, voice surprisingly calm despite the events, "go back to bed while I help your mother unpack your things, all right?"

Your daughter nods and suddenly she's against you, hugging you in a tight, childish way; you only have enough energy to pull your arm around her, limp and heavy, patting her back without really feeling it before she scampers up the stairs.

You're left alone. With him.

He approaches you slowly and you feel like an animal. There's wildness hammering in your heart and the thought comes up, unwillingly: could you still run? Escape on your own? And hope that some day, your daughter escapes and finds you? But the thought of leaving her behind is impossible to indulge in for more than a second, and you know that without her, your life isn't worth living. The thought of abandoning her to Kai Chisaki brings up an immediate sense of revulsion and guilt and shame.

"What were you thinking?"

You aren't looking at him, but you don't have to be looking at him to know that he's glaring at you. Looking down on you with his gaze filled with righteous justifications. You glance and--yes, he is, but there's something darker, something you’d forgotten, underneath. Your stomach suddenly feels loaded with weights and your legs move backwards, pulling you away from him, away from the anger that feels like it's radiating off him in waves.

He suddenly grips your chin with brutal force and yanks your jaw forward, forcing you to look at him.

"I had to kill one of my most trusted men today because of your..." His eyes dart back and forth for a moment, before he spits out the apparently perfect description of your escape attempt. "Hysteria. An absolute waste of potential, all because of your ridiculousness."

Your mouth is dry. Your voice is hoarse. But you speak up, anyway. You've already lost everything.

"It's not ridiculous to want to get out of here."

The weight of the years seems to press down on your shoulders, pounding into your bones, screaming in your ears.

"It's not ridiculous to--to want to take my daughter away from the man who kidnapped me and forced me to pretend like I was happy here, like I was happy living in some--" you cough, needing moisture, but not daring to stop to swallow lest you lose your courage. "--glorified dollhouse while you tell me what to do and what to wear and how to act and when to fuck you and when to have a baby and fuck you, fuck you, just fuck you Kai. I hate you. Oh I fucking hate you."

You don't notice as your voice gets louder, emboldened by the adrenaline that's been crashing through you since you opened the bedroom door, until his hand is gripping your upper arm in a show of brute, vise-length strength.

"Lower. your. voice."

His grip strengthens until you cry out, and then it gradually loosens without letting you go completely.

For the next few moments, you do nothing but stare at one another. Your mind feels hazy, darting from thought to thought. It was all for nothing. The last four years, all for nothing. But you think about your daughter, about what she may have been able to accomplish outside of these walls, and even the fantasy of a free life for her made it worth something--didn't it?

It's his voice that lowered, now, as he lets you go completely and straightens himself up. All business now. But what business will he engage in, this time?

"Perhaps you do need a vacation," he says, finally. Firmly. He's made a decision.

You wonder if he's lost his mind and you're about to ask as much before he continues.

"Did you know this house has a secret room? It's nice and quiet. The perfect place for you to recuperate until you've regained your senses."

The room, the room, the room.

Your hand instinctively claps against your mouth as you cry out.

After all, you don't want to wake your daughter up with your screams.

#yandere overhaul #yandere chisaki kai #yandere x reader #overhaul x reader #afterwitch writes

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enduracarrotchips · 3 years

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YouTuber AU

Hello welcome to Dating Scandal but with Twitter Involved (nightmare)

A little exposition here:

Link, Zelda, Sidon, Revali, and Riju are the most popular group of youtubers on the internet and have a huge fanbase that likes to theorize, draw fanart, and write fanfiction about them. Disclaimer, I don’t actually interact with real-person fandoms myself lol there’s just too much potential for drama and misunderstandings & they’re always bound to end in a dumpster fire but that is sort of what this au is about so.

Impa, Mipha, Daruk, and Urbosa are family friends that appear in a lot of their videos/streams.

(This is an art blog I swear)

enter vidcon 20XX

Link:

blows stuff up/sets stuff on fire with a side of cooking vids and gaming

most are filmed outside, he does those challenges where you try to cook stuff with limited ingredients/materials

has the largest fanbase of all of them, but not the most…intimidating.

does a lot of collab videos, mostly with Impa, Daruk, and Riju because they have similar interests/channels, but Zelda appears in his videos and is seen filming and the stans read too far into it

simps. i’m pointing at you.

Most popular videos are “shield surfing on rock!—how I broke my leg” “can Daruk eat Impa’s motorcycle?” and “how to inhale ranch dressing.”

Twitter handle is @ arsonistslullabye because he’s a hozier fan

45m subs

Zelda:

theories, analyses, conspiracies, and the occasional e x p e r i m e n t

she once got link to eat a frog for 50 bucks.

most people argue that she’s better than more popular YouTubers because she actually has quality content to give to the world and she has a lot of defensive supporters

She used to get a lot of hate before Urbosa spoke up about it and scared the bejeezus out of everyone

has an actual posting schedule

“Happy Sunday everyone, it’s Zelda Hyrule and today we will be talking about cryptozoology and why blupees exist, you cowards.”

Twitter handle is @ zeldaofhyrule and she is pan. just so you know. One of those calm extroverts that mystify me to this day.

18m subs

Sidon:

fashion/life hacks. Like gourmet troom troom but if they were real people.

Has the 2nd largest fanbase

most of them are girls

Sidon has a boyfriend though, which he told everyone at VidCon a few years ago

cue the drama and shipping and the entire fandom trying to figure out who the boyfriend is. A well known reddit thread emerged that presented the common guesses being Link, Sidon, and Zelda.

“But it can’t be Zelda, Sidon’s gay.”

“I’m not in the fandom but I thought Zelda was a boy??”

“Did you just say Sidon? Is that a typo? Are you saying that Sidon’s dating himself?”

Sidon x Sidon became a fandom joke.

Don’t look at me I’m just setting up all the worldbuilding. every fandom has their weird dark sides and Sidon x Sidon is the Linkcest of the Sidon YT fandom.

Mystery BF is actually Bazz, a pretty inconspicuous guy who appeared in a few of his videos. This was confirmed a year ago, but everyone still ships him with other YouTubers because they’re convinced he was lying to throw them off his scent. He really can’t catch a break and this is why you should not ship real people.

Twitter handle is @ officialprincesidon

says “beguiling” a lot

21m subs ᕙ( ͡❛ ▿ ͡❛)ᕗ

Mipha:

Sidon’s sister, hasn’t posted a single video but just has the channel for show because she appears in so many of Sidon’s videos as a model for his makeup tutorials and whatnot

has 328k for that. Everyone loves her, she’s great. @ mimipha

Revali:

Link’s sworn rival

Link thinks they’re friends

He kept popping up in link’s Twitter threads and making snarky comments until zelda called him out for not even following link (so why was he stalking his acc) which kept the Twitter drama to a minimum

Revali was the catalyst of a few popular memes and that’s where most of his subs come from.

drags link into a few challenges that always get a ton of views because of how competitive they get

“ITS JUST ASININE” is a running joke that everyone tries to get him to say. His @ is itsjustasinine as well

Urbosa is the only person who can win an argument with him

5m subs and growing rapidly. newer to youtube than everyone else.

Impa:

Doesn’t have a channel she’s just a mutual friend of Mipha, Zelda, and Link

Rides a motorcycle, so she is used in a few of Link’s videos.

@ ihaveamotorcycle because she thinks having a motorcycle is a personality trait. the most unruly on Twitter when it comes to replying to fan’s stuff, leaking upcoming videos and generally causing chaos.

Mipha’s girlfriend. That’s how she met Zelda and Link.

Urbosa:

Is actually a model, but she has a ton of YouTuber friends because she’s known Zelda since birth.

when she entered the youtube community she didn’t realize she would be adopting like 15 children

5m subs. her videos are professional & related to her modelling career. @ urbosasfury

I feel like she would do unboxing vids. I’m not sure what she’s unboxing.

Daruk

Just a friend of Link’s, fun guy. yells a lot. once ate a rock and had no reaction.

people are scared of him for that reason

Riju:

yoga & gymnastics & “ha look at how flexible I am its eAsY” videos

you know the type

she also does reactions and is sponsored by save the sand seals charities which she is very enthusiastic about. She’s also Urbosa’s niece and the only minor in the gang (15). I like to think that the champions YT community is actually not creepy so everyone respects her a ton

doesn’t post frequently, she mostly appears in Link’s videos to jump out of airplanes or whatever. And sometimes Zelda’s if she’s interested in the topic. 500k subs, but she’s always really popular when she appears in Link’s videos.

VidCon:

In the months leading up to VidCon, some fans on the internet made a few discoveries: first of all, that the inside of Link’s house is painted green. This is a big deal because all of his videos are filmed outside either in his backyard or on trips that he and the brosquad go on to do…whatever bros do. explosions. idk. The point is he had some announcement about VidCon and filmed it inside. Only the wall and a potted plant were shown.

However, the colour was similar to the the shade of Zelda’s living room. Fans dug through years and years of old videos and found a clip of Zelda walking through a hallway, where there was an open door and a glimpse of a houseplant.

There were 2 types of responses to the theory:

“They could just be roommates guys calm down”

“and they were ROOMMATES?”

others pointed out that Link could just not have a house and had to crash in Zelda’s

Some guy on reddit claimed he had a botany degree and declared that the houseplants in the clips were not of the same genus. Normal people pointed out that the plant would have grown 4 years between the clips and would look considerably different.

#Zelink trended on twitter for a while and people posted other old clips from both of their channels and the frog video blew up again

Impa retweeted a post tagged as #zelink with “rofl” and later publicly apologized for causing confusion.

Fans noticed that in the “can a motorcycle drive over my arm” (it was clickbait he’s fine) episode 2 years ago, Link was eating out of a paper lunch bag with his name written on it in handwriting that a few people claimed to look like Zelda’s, leading people to believe that she had packed him a lunch.

However, this theory was shot down with the counterargument that Zelda can’t cook. although. i mean how much skill do you need to make a sandwich.

No one knows what tumblr is doing at this time

Zelda wore a scarf in her “Save the Sand Seals” video that matched identically to the scarf Link wore when he travelled to Hebra to film a shield surfing video, but it’s been debated wether it’s actually the same scarf or not.

Neither Zelda nor Link has spoken up about the theories, and besides Impa’s one slip on twitter, neither has any of their friends. Zelda received a lot of backlash for the assumption that she was dating Link because he has a lot of delusional fans that didn’t want her to “steal their man” or whatever the hell that type of fan would get mad about

Oh yea and bolson & karson run a zelink fanpage on twitter sorry I forgot about that

after that whole mess, everyone was even more anticipant of VidCon in the hopes that some of their questions would be answered.

The whole batch went to VidCon this year: Link, Impa, Daruk, and Riju are a gang while Sidon and Mipha go together and Zelda & Revali each go separately. Urbosa is there for supervision moral support

Zelda has always been much better at dodging questions that she doesn’t want to answer than anyone else, so her Q&A went without a hitch. When asked to confirm the rumours she said “which one?” and then moved on to the next question (without actually confirming any rumours).

Link is generally a more awkward person but eventually said that he had filmed the video in Zelda’s house because it was nicer and didn’t realize it would cause such an uproar. Fans were disappointed, but Bolson claimed he saw Link and Zelda exiting the hotel elevator on the same floor after Link’s Q&A session. No one believed him.

Fans went back to theorizing over who Link, Zelda, and Sidon were all dating, because apparently they can’t just be dating unknown people and have to be with other YouTubers

Sidon and Bazz got engaged about a week after VidCon, making at least 4 preteen girls cry

actually try 4 million

Sidon x Sidon made a brief comeback but Sidon spoke up about his fandom for the first time ever on twitter and told everyone that no, he was not dating himself. eventually, everyone settled down and accepted that none of them were in a relationship save for a few loud fans.

Link and Zelda still got the occasional “when will you tell us who you’re dating?” comment but most of them were joking and the people who still hardcore shipped them were generally frowned upon. Zelda’s popularity went up after VidCon and she regained the 200k subscribers she’d lost after the first theory dropped.

Two months after VidCon, Link posted a video titled “Zelda and I’s House Tour!” and gave around 45 million people a heart attack

as revealed in the video, they had actually been dating since they were 16 and everyone’s just a fool.

the potted plant is named Hestu.

#listen. listen. youtuber au #idc if u came here to see genderless art this is what I am posting today #genderless art in the future though #anyways I'm so sorry #sidon x sidon trends for a few days and I feel bad for the ppl who have to handwrite the trending descriptions on twitter #like what would it be #reddit user @ steponmeurbosa makes a spelling error and sparks shipping between beauty guru sidon and himself #if someone tries to start discourse about YouTube fandoms on my post I am blocking you #headcanons #opinions #youtuber au #botw #zelink #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #thank god I got this out of my notes app

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justanotherteentitansblog · 3 years

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Bbrae Week 21 Day 6 Fantasy

The sky had turned twilight orange and blue and the air was cool and crisp. The brave knight known only as Mavis the Formidable had just taken off her armor after a long battle with the dreaded 3 headed tiger, Cereberus. The knight needed rest for tomorrow was another day of full of many battles to be fought and only she was strong enough to keep her kingdom safe-

“Mavis!” the girl’s emerald-skinned older sister had popped her head into her room, “Mom says she wants you to…. What are you doing?”

The purple-haired 4 year old was balanced precariously on the top of her headboard facing the window. A blue towel was tied around her shoulders and her fists were confidently placed at her hips.

Mavis narrowed her eyes at her older sister, “I’m playing knights,Phoenix. Duh!” she said, sticking her tongue out at her.

The 10 year old nodded her head at her sister’s antics “Right...anyway mom wanted me to come get you to see--”

Mavis jumped off the bed and ran towards her sister, arms waving in excitement as she interrupted her, “Wait, wait, you can be the wizard who helps me fight Cereberus the 3 headed Tiger! Come on, put this on,'' She shouted running to grab one of her mother’s old cloaks she let her use to play pretend.

“OK, A, I’m telling mom you’re fighting the cat again.”

“NNNOOOo!” Mavis whined.

“And B, why would I be the wizard when you’re the one with psychic powers?”

“BeCAUSE, Phoenix! I have the magical sword!” Mavis spit, pulling a stick she found from the backyard behind her back. In a flash, Phoenix’s hand whipped out towards the stick and snatched it from her younger sister. “Now ya don’t,” she teased, morphing into a puppy and running down the stairs with the stick in her mouth.

Mavis screeched and launched herself down the stairs after her sister. “Giveitbackgiveitbackgiveitback!”

When Phoenix reached the bottom of the stairs, a tall green man snatched up the green puppy from the ground mid-run and ripped the stick from her mouth. The guilty changeling morphed back into a 10 year old in her father's arms and gave him a look that would melt anyone else’s heart on contact. Garfield rolled his eyes at his daughter.

“You can’t get me with the puppy dog eyes, Phoenix. I invented them.”

At that moment, Mavis had arrived at the bottom of the stairs where her father stood holding her older sister by the waist in one arm and the stick in his left hand. The impatient girl started jumping up and down at the stick just slightly out of her reach.

“Dad! Dad! My Sword!”

Gar looked at this hand and then at his child and a slow smile crept over his face.

“Ah Mavis the Formidable, I believe this belongs to you,” he said, handing her the stick.

“Thank you, kind sir,” turning to stick her tongue out at Phoenix.

Just then, the girls’ mother came up from the stairs to the basement with a sour look on her face as she approached her children.

“Mavis, would you like to explain why I just had to untie the cat from the radiator in the basement?”

She turned to Phoenix, “Or would you like to explain why I asked you to see if your sister wanted to go to the tower with you and Dad, and I instead hear her screaming at the top of her lungs? Should I even mention the fact that I specifically told you no morphing in the house, and you, no sticks longer than your arm in the house.” She scolded both of her children with equal intensity.

Gar looked at his wife, “You told her no sticks?”

“Only her arm’s length-long, after what happened this morning.” Raven said, pulling her hair up to show her husband the welt on the back of her neck. Mavis had been practicing wielding her “Sword” while Raven was trying to fold laundry that morning.

“Well that’s an easy fix” he said, pulling the stick back out of Mavis’s hand and snapping it in half, making it an arms length.

“MY SWORD!” the girl wailed.

Gar stared at Mavis in the eyes and warned, “You could have no sword at all. Now the both of you need to apologize to your mother!”

Both girls sighed, and rolled their eyes, “Sorry Mom,” they said in unison.

Raven sighed and recollected herself. Other than poor Cerberus getting tortured, most of what they were doing was not a big deal, but Raven would have to have ANOTHER talk with Mavis about including live animals into her pretend games.

Raven looked at her girls. Phoenix who was green and lanky like her father but otherwise had her mother’s face. She had thick green hair that was always pulled into a ponytail with a heavy bang that covered the matching chakra she shared with her mother. While Mavis had her pale skin and wild purple hair that stuck out all over the place complete with her father’s smile and ears. They were going to be the absolute death of her.

Raven pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at her younger daughter. “Phoenix is going to the tower to train with Dad. Do you want to come with them or stay at home?”

Mavis wrinkled her nose in thought, “Will Mar’i be at the tower?”

“ I don’t know, I can find out and if not we can see about going to Aunt Kori’s if you don’t want to go to the tower.”

“OK! I just want to play with Mar’i”

Raven went to make the phone call, while Gar rushed Phoenix upstairs to get dressed for training exercises. Mavis the Formidable, however, had decided it was time to visit the Witches' Den. It was time to make potions.

Mavis the Formidable had visited the Witches’ Den many a time to create potions to take on her amazing quests, but everytime she had gotten found herself caught and placed onto the chair of eternity. The witch in charge of the den had warned Mavis that the items in this room were not to be trifled with, but Mavis knew she was a strong warrior and wise enough to correctly use any potion within these ancient walls all on her own. Mavis reached up to grab a glass bottle with pink sand and--

“If you touch that, you can forget about going to see Aunt Kori and Mar’i.”

Mavis wilted as her mother approached her. She never let her play in the meditation room and everything in there looked so cool!

“But MOM, I need to make potions or I can’t fight the dragons!”

Raven sighed but then smirked at her daughter's active imagination.

“Oh well why didn’t you just say so, Mavis the Formidable.”

Raven grabbed an empty orb shaped bottle and poured a clear liquid from another bottle inside, the pink sand Mavis had originally reached for, three small black stones and a powder that made it shimmer when it was shaken.

“There, one dragon slaying potion. Don’t drop it” she said with a wink.

“Thank you, kind witch” she said, giving her mom a hug.

Raven narrowed her eyes at her daughter, “You’re pushing it.”

Mavis quickly corrected herself, “Thank you, Mommy.”

“Mmhhmm, you wanna go to Aunt Kori’s then?”

“Can we teleport there?” Mavis begged.

“Mavis, the last time we teleported anywhere you wouldn’t stop crying for half an hour and wouldn’t sleep in your own bed for a week.”

Mavis crossed her arms and began pouting “Well you wouldn’t turn on the light inside the portal”

“Mavis, for the last time, there is no light inside mommy’s magic, it’s all--I’m not having this argument again. If you want to go, get your shoes on, we’re driving there.”

Mavis pouted for a moment and then looked up at her mother through her eyelashes.

“Can I wear my rain boots?”

“If you dress yourself, you are welcome to wear whatever you want.”

“OK!” Mavis shouted, bolting up the stairs, dragon potion in hand.

Upon arriving at Kori’s, Mavis impatiently unbuckled herself from the carseat and began whining as her mother was taking too long to help her out of the seat.

“Hold on, Mavis, let me get my bearings,” she said as she helped the girl out of the car.

Kori was standing by the front door waving them in when Mavis went racing past her into the house, “HiAuntKoribyeAuntKori!” she shouted behind her.

Kori chuckled at the sight while Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation.

“Awesome manners, kid. You’d think nobody taught you them.” She deadpanned in the direction her child ran.

Kori shook her head in bemusement, “How do you keep up with that one?”

Raven scoffed, “You think I keep up with her?”

Mavis tore through the house looking for her friend, finally she spotted Mar’i through the sliding glass door to the backyard, swinging on a rope swing. Mavis attempted to move the door but it was locked. She pushed and pulled and scrambled up hanging on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. Slowly, Raven came walking behind her child and quietly unlocked the door while Mavis was still hanging onto the handle. At the first sign of her new found freedom, Mavis threw open the glass door and raced across the patio to her friend.

Upon seeing Mavis, Mar’i jumped off the swing and ran to meet her. They two girls embraced each other tightly until Mar’i tackled them both to the ground, causing both girls to start giggling.

Raven and Kori walked out to the patio to halfway supervise the girls but mostly to catch up and chat.

Before the girls could get up and start playing, Raven called out a warning, “If you get hurt doing something stupid or something you’re not supposed to do, I’m not using any healing powers on either of you.”

Mavis rolled her eyes at her mother while Mar’i simply nodded in agreement. “OK!”

Mavis turned to Mar’i excitement coloring her face, “Mar’i guess what I have?” she asked, holding the bottle her mother gave her behind her back.

“What? What is it?”

Mavis proudly showed off the potion her mother made, “It’s dragon slaying poison, do you wanna fight the dragon with me?”

Mar’i looked into the bottle's contents and swirled it around. “Are you sure, this is dragon poison? It looks like water and pink sand.”

“Of course it’s dragon poison! My mom made it and my mom makes all kinds of stuff like this!”

Mar’i shrugged her shoulders, “OK, can I be the princess this time?”

“Sure!” Mavis shrugged back and went to find a new sword stick.

After finding a stick much longer than her arm, getting scolded by her mother, and then finding a much smaller stick, the heroes set off on their adventure.

The two adventurers had set off on a most gruesome task. A great dragon had taken over the nearby village and stolen all their resources. The village's only hope was now Mavis the Formidable and Princess Mar’i. Mavis only armed with her sword and her dragon slaying potion, and Mar’i with her flight and starbo--

“Hey wait a minute, why do you get to use your powers?! Mom, why does Mar’i get to use her powers?” She shouted running towards her mother.

“Mar’i’s powers work differently than yours do, she can use hers without hurting anyone, which is something you can’t quite do yet.”

Mavis stomped her foot and tears formed in her eyes,”That’s not fair, I want these off.” She shoved the silver cuffs that contained her power in Raven’s face.

Raven put a calm hand to her daughter’s hands and lowered them away from her face, “Your sister had to wear them until she was 6, and even then she only had them off for a few hours at a time. I’m sorry Mavis, but they’re there to keep you and everyone else safe.” This was a very rehearsed and familiar conversation Raven had practiced from years of dealing with the subject with Phoenix, who beforehand would turn into any animal she thought of with no control over it at all.

It was very clear to everyone that Mavis was about to have a meltdown before Mar’i interrupted, “That’s ok! I just won’t use my powers!”

Mavis sniffed, “Really?”

“Yeah of course! I might fly on accident though, cause when I’m really happy, I fly.”

Mavis rubbed her eyes, “That’s OK, you can fly us to the dragon!” Mavis was already picking the game back up where they had left off.

“Oooh Yeah!” Mar’i agreed, floating a few feet in the air and reaching for Mavis’s hands.

Raven stiffened, and Kori gave a warning, “No higher than the bottom of the tree branches, Mar’i and don’t drop her.” Mar’i nodded in agreement and Raven relaxed a little, since Mavis could definitely survive that fall if Mar’i did drop her.

As the two young warriors flew off on their great quest, they came to a great mountain, complete with a rickety bridge that led to a separate deeply sloping mountain. Mavis the Formidable, was first to climb the great mountain with ease as she held within her tiny body the strength of a thousand suns, but as Mar’i attempted to climb the mountain she had lost her footing and the warrior princess began to slip. “Mavis!” She yelled to the knight in front of her. Mavis had reached the top of the mountain and turned to her companion. “Mar’i!” the brave warrior shouted from several miles above her.

“I’m slipping, I can’t hold on!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save you!” Mavis yelled from the top of the mountain throwing the princess a long rope to help her climb to the top.

Mavis’s blue towel that was previously wrapped around her shoulders smacked Mar’i in the face and she fell backwards off the playset. Mar’i lay flat on the ground looking up at Mavis with rage in her eyes, “Ow! Mavis!”

Mavis started waving her arms around excitedly, “I'm so sorry, are you ok?”

Just then Kori and Raven ran over to see if Mar’i was ok. After a quick but thorough inspection, it was deemed that Mar’i was ok, just irritated. Raven shot Mavis an irritated look, “Mavis what possessed you throw the towel on Mar’i’s face?”

“No, mom, listen, I didn’t throw it at her, she was slipping off the mountain and I was trying to save her!”

Raven smacked a hand to her face, she was getting really sick of the knights game. “Ok new rule, you’re not climbing anything together!”

Mavis and Mar’i sighed knowing this part of their game was now over. The two mothers walked away leaving the girls to play together once again.

Mavis approached Mar’i but the other girl pouted and crossed her arms at her friend.

Mavis pleaded at her raven haired friend, “I really didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“Hmpf!” Mar’i huffed and turned away from the mini empath, “I don’t want to play with you anymore!”

Mavis’s eyes started to well up with tears at the rejection of her best friend until suddenly inspiration struck her.

“WAIT!” she shouted, taking the towel off her shoulders, “You can have my cape if you’ll be my best friend again.”

Mar’i straightened up in shock, “Really?”

“Uh-huh! Will you still be my friend?” Mavis implored her friend.

“Of course!” Mar’i said, standing up and putting the towel over her own shoulders.

Mavis breathed a sigh of relief as she stood with her friend and continued their game.

Beneath the mountain where the heroes had fallen they discovered a vast cave ripe for exploring. The cave was cold and dark, they had made an attempt at a fire to warm themselves up, but the cold winds within the cave kept blowing it out like a birthday candle. Mavis could make out ancient runes inscribed in the cave’s walls that quickly lead the two to the innermost part of the cave.

It wasn’t too long until the adventurers heard heavy breathing in the darkness that didn’t belong to either of the pair. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, the girls screeched in terror.

Looking at them were several jackalopes, with their teeth bared and ready to attack the young girls. Mar’i attempted to run to the safety of the queen but Mavis the Formidable, knew exactly what to…

Kori looked up from the conversation she was having with Raven when she heard Mavis scream what could only be described as a warrior cry. “Raven...I don’t mean to alarm you but, your daughter is running and screaming manically with 3 baby bunnies in her arms.”

Raven took a deep shaky breath and closed her eyes, trying to find a state of calm. After several attempts to find a meditative state, a nearby bird's nest exploded as Raven finally lost her patience, “MAVIS ANGELA LOGAN! DROP THE BUNNIES!”

Mavis, the formidable once again found herself caught within the grasp of the evil witch and her chair of eternity. Days stretched into years and years stretched into decades as the adventurer found herself bound to the evil throne.

No amount of pleading and bargaining with the cruel witch would change her mind as the warrior was only met with hushes and dark glares that she learned in witch language meant “shut up”. Just when Mavis thought she would be left to perish cold and alone in the chair of eternity a glorious sound parted the clouds and rang through the heavens.

Beep, Beep, Beep. The timer on Raven’s phone went off signaling to Mavis that her timeout was over. Mavis eagerly lept from the chair but Raven stopped her before she could run back into the backyard. “Uh-uh, you’re not getting away that easily!”

Mavis wilted and shuffled back over to her mother to get a talking to. Just as Raven was about to start scolding Mavis, the sliding glass door opened and out stepped Phoenix, Garfield and Dick.

Garfield knew his youngest daughter like the back of his hand and knew what the look on her face meant. “Oh no, what did you do this time?” he asked Mavis casually.

Raven narrowed her eyes at Mavis while speaking to her husband, “Your daughter is trying to catch wild animals to play with them again.”

“How come she’s always my daughter when she’s in trouble?” The changeling asked.

“Because Phoenix is my daughter when she’s in trouble, this was our agreement, I get the mean one and you get the feral one.”

“Right, I forgot about that. You want me to handle this one?”

“I would love nothing more.”

With that, Raven turned to her older daughter to get the details of how her training went, while Garfield crouched down to his youngest daughter.

“Are you out here driving your mother crazy?”

Mavis cracked a small smile.

“It’s not funny, Mavis,” he warned.

“Well I was just trying to play with Mari and we were playing knights and we wanted to go on a quest to find the dragon but mom won’t let me use my powers or a sword or chase jackalopes and then I accidently hurt Mar’i with a towel but I was just trying to save her from falling off a mountain and-”

Gar threw up his hand to silence his child’s rambling. “What’s this about a dragon?”

Raven side eyed her husband and smirked knowing where he was going with this by the tone of his voice.

Mavis continued on, “There’s a dragon, and it’s attacking the whole village and-”

Gar cut her off again and began inching towards Raven. “I see, Mavis, does the dragon look anything like this?” he questioned as he threw his wife over his shoulder, morphed into a pterodactyl and flew several feet in the air with Raven on his back.

Raven no longer found her husband's antics amusing as she desperately clung to his neck to avoid a sudden drop. “GARFIELD MARK LOGAN YOU BETTER NOT DROP ME I SWEAR TO GOD!”

Mavis the Formidable was finally face to face with her enemy the dragon and he had captured the witch. Normally this would’ve been something to celebrate, but the witch was sometimes nice. She was the best at reading bedtime stories and always had really good snacks, so Mavis couldn’t let her get eaten by the dragon yet.

Mavis wielded her arm-sized sword and began to swing at the dreaded dragon. The dragon flew close to the ground but continued to dodge Mavis’s attacks with ease. All seemed hopeless until Mavis remembered the dragon slaying potion the witch had made for her. Mavis pulled the bottle out of her back pocket, popped the cork, tilted her head back and chugged the potion.

Raven’s eyes went wide as she watched her child attempt to chug what was essentially salt water and fall to her hands and knees, gagging. Raven stifled a chuckle until she burst out into a fit of giggles.

“You’re not supposed to drink it you dork, you’re supposed to throw it at the dragon!” she said through fits of laughter.

Gar quickly morphed back into his human form also laughing and let Raven get down off of his back.

“Are you going to be ok?” he asked, trying to stifle his own laughter.

“That was so yucky” she managed to cough out and dramatically pretended to die.

By this point, she had everyone in the backyard laughing including herself. Gar went over to pick the child up, when suddenly her eyes shot open and she shoved the stick between his arm and chest. Gar immediately went along with the game. “AAHHHHH YOU KILLED ME” He screamed, falling to the ground next to Mavis.

Raven walked over to the two impressed, “That was pretty clever Mavis the Formidable. You wanna go get some water to wash out that potion taste?”

“And a snack?”

“Sure Mavis, and a snack”

THE END.

#bbraeweek21 #Phoenix and Mavis #None of you understand this fic is my baby #I love this story so much its probably my favorite one ive ever written #y'all wanted more bbrabies #bbrae #bbrae fanfiction

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robinrunsfiction · 3 years

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It’s A Love Story - Part 1

(YN) was sitting at the kitchen table working on her algebra homework when the music that had been coming from the garage for hours finally stopped. A few minutes later five sweaty teenage boys burst through the door.

"You guys are finally starting to sound good," she complimented, albeit slightly sarcastically.

"Thanks kid," Gerard said, ruffling her hair with his sweaty hand.

"Ew get off me," she whined, swatting at him. "And don't call me that."

"Gerard, don't pick on your sister," their mom said, walking into the kitchen. “Ray, Frankie, Bob, would you boys like to stay for dinner?”

“I told my mom I’d be home for dinner tonight, thanks anyway. I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow,” Ray answered with a wave before heading for the door.

"He's my ride," Bob mumbled, following him out.

“Frankie?”

“I’d love to, Mrs. Way,” Frank replied overly sweetly. Gerard and Mikey rolled their eyes as (YN) tried to stifle a giggle.

Frank had been in the same kindergarten class as (YN) and Mikey, and they quickly became friends. They all grew up together, playing in imaginary worlds with Mikey and (YN)'s older brother Gerard and his friend Ray. Even though she was the only girl in their group, (YN) was never made to feel like the odd one out or forced to play the damsel in distress.

Eventually playing make believe gave way to only slightly more realistic pursuits when the boys started their band. Having absolutely no desire to be on stage, (YN) turned her attention toward her interest in fashion and design. She spent hours sketching haute couture gowns and jewelry she could only dream of one day making and wearing.

"Hey Frank, did you start the algebra homework yet?" (YN) asked as the family, plus Frank, sat down at the dinner table.

"Yea I got it done in study hall, do you need help?"

"Yea, I'm stuck on a few on problems."

"It's only the second week of school, you're not falling behind already are you?" Her mom asked.

"No," (YN) mumbled, turning her attention toward her plate, pushing the food around with her fork.

"Are things alright? You've seemed out of sorts when you got home the last few days.”

(YN) looked toward her brothers, who tried to avoid her eye. "It's nothing," she mumbled.

Luckily the boys started talking about the band, and (YN) was relieved to have the attention pulled off of her. Ironically, that seemed to be the theme of her sophomore year.

The trouble began the week before the new school year began. Her friend Christine lived in a massive house with a beautiful pool and backyard, so she had invited a ton of kids from school over for an end of the summer pool party. The event was such a big deal, there were even upperclassmen besides her older brother attending.

(YN) found a lounge chair to relax in while she waited for more of her friends to arrive. She pulled off her t-shirt and draped it neatly over the back of the chair and when she turned back around she noticed a few guys looking her way, but she didn't pay them much mind. She had just settled in, eyes closed, when a shadow blocked out the sun

"Hey (YN)," she heard someone say.

"Oh, hey Adam, what's up?" She said when she opened her eyes. Adam was in Gerard's grade, and he hadn't really talked to her much before, especially if it meant having to go out of his way to do so.

"Nothin much. You're gonna be a sophomore next year right?"

"Umm, yea."

"That's cool,” he nodded. “Getting your driver's license soon?"

"Yea, me and Mikey both got our tests scheduled on September 12th, right after our birthday," she grinned.

"Nice, so you're gonna be running wild all over town?"

(YN) burst out laughing at the absurdity of the question. "I doubt it, I'm not the wild type."

"Aw, come on, I bet you could be if you tried," he laughed, leaning down so he was looking in her eyes. "I was wondering, have you ever-"

"Lazzara!" Gerard shouted, cutting him off. Both (YN) and Adam looked over at Gerard who had a strange expression on his face. She wasn’t sure what the look was exactly, but (YN) was certain she’d never seen him like that before and it was a little scary

"I'll be right back," Adam said with a sly smile and a wink before walking off.

It took a while, but eventually (YN) was certain that Adam was not coming back. In fact she didn't see him at the party at all after that. However she really didn't mind, because shortly after Adam disappeared Frank arrived and sat down on the lounge chair next to her.

"Sup? Soda?" He said, offering her a can.

"Ooh, yes please," she nodded, taking the beverage from him.

"Hey (YN), did you bring sunscreen?" Mikey asked, seeming to appear out of thin air behind them.

"No, and that reminds me I forgot to put any on too. I hope I don't burn," she grimaced, exchanging looks with Frank and her brother.

"You should cover up then," Mikey said, holding out her shirt that she had left on the back of the chair.

"Oh right," she agreed, a little confused at the level of concern Mikey was taking regarding her skin health as she pulled the shirt over her bikini top. "I bet if you ask Christine, she probably has some sunscreen we could use."

"Yea maybe," Mikey said, draping a towel over her bare legs.

"Stop it," she said, kicking the towel off. "Why are you being so weird?"

"I'm helping," Mikey replied.

"Go away," she snapped, throwing the towel at him. Mikey retaliated by draping the towel over her head and when she pulled it off, he was gone.

"So annoying," she grumbled.

"If we find some sunscreen, I could help you put it on, if you want," Frank offered. "You wouldn't wanna burn."

She couldn't help but blush at the idea of Frank putting his hands all over her back and arms and... "Thanks, umm, maybe," she laughed nervously before quickly changing the subject.

(YN) spent the rest of the afternoon talking to Frank, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched. Whether it was one of her brothers hovering obnoxiously close, or other guys at the party staring at her unabashedly, she had to wonder what the hell was going on.

The school year started as usual, but the same feeling of being watched overwhelmed (YN) as she walked down the halls of Our Lady of Sorrows Academy. At first it felt like she was being sized up like a piece of meat and the guys who were looking her up and down were hungry dogs. But as the week progressed, it was as if they couldn't avert their eyes away from her fast enough. When she tried to strike up a conversation with any guy other than her brothers, Frank, or Ray, they were abrupt and cold toward her.

"Can I tell you guys something that’s probably gonna sound crazy?” (YN) asked as she sat down in study hall with her friends Christine and Marie.

“Of course,” Christine nodded, leaning in.

“I know I’m not like hot or popular to begin with, but I feel like almost every guy in school is avoiding me."

Christine and Marie exchanged glances. "Umm, so you haven't heard?" Marie asked.

"Heard what?"

"Well first of all, I don’t think you’ve looked in the mirror recently because sweetie, the summer was very kind to you. You're totally hot, and that’s the problem,” Christine replied.

“Hot? I'm not even doing anything different,” (YN) mumbled, feeling herself blush as she pulled the cardigan of her uniform around herself more tightly. “And what do you mean, that’s the problem?”

“I heard that Gerard told Adam that if he so much as looks at you, he’ll put a hit out on him. I guess word has gotten around to all the guys in school,” Christine shrugged.

"Are you kidding me?!" (YN) blurted out and the other kids in the quiet study hall looked over at her.

"Miss Way, do you have a problem?" Mrs. Simon, the teacher supervising the study hall, asked from her spot at the front of the room.

"Nope! I, umm, am just surprised at the answer to this equation. I really love chemistry," she lied, trying to cover up for her outburst.

"What are you gonna do?" Marie whispered when everyone in the room turned their attention back to their own work.

"Nothing," (YN) shrugged.

"Wait, really?" Christine asked, totally surprised.

"Yea, because the guy I like is one of the few that won't be intimidated by Mikey or Gee."

"Who?!" Marie asked excitedly.

"I'm not telling anyone, because if it gets out, my brothers will lose it."

"Oooh, star crossed lovers," Marie grinned.

"Hardly," (YN) replied. "I doubt he even likes me like that."

"So you're coming to our birthday party, right?" (YN) asked as she and Frank sat at the kitchen table after dinner that night. The algebra homework was mostly finished, but forgotten for the moment.

"Have I ever missed it?"

"No," she rolled her eyes, but smiled. She knew she could always rely on Frank to show up for their birthday.

“Are you gonna make a super big deal out of it because it’s your sweet sixteen?” His tone was a little teasing.

“Oh yea, if I don't get a brand new BMW, I’m gonna throw a tantrum," she deadpanned.

“So you’re finally gonna start acting like a true OLS Academy girl?”

“Ugh, hell no,” (YN) groaned, rolling her eyes again. "There's a reason why Christine and Marie are my only girl friends."

"And it’s not because you spend all the rest of your time hanging out with us nerds?" He smirked.

"You nerds have always been my favorite people to hang out with. You're more interesting than 99% of that school."

"All of us, or just me?" He trailed off, suddenly becoming very interested in the pencil in hand.

"Yea, you're like in first place, then Christine and Marie, then Ray, Mikey, and Gee, then everyone else in the world."

"Damn, that's a lot of people to be ahead of," he replied with a goofy smile.

"Well you're really cool and always nice to me so yea," (YN) blushed.Silence hung between them, and for a moment she thought he was about to reach over and take her hand.

"Umm... (YN), ya know I’ve always-"

"How's the homework?" Gerard asked, bursting through the door from his basement bedroom.

"It'd be easier if you weren't always barging in," (YN) snapped. She hoped the blush on her cheeks wasn’t too noticeable.

"Don't do your homework in the kitchen then," Gerard shrugged.

"It's where the snacks are," she whined, but then a thought struck her like a bolt of lightning. "But I guess that’s fine, Frank will just have to go up to my room where we can shut the door and work in peace and quiet."

"I'll tell mom," Gerard replied.

"Tell her what? That you're annoying and distracting me, her long suffering youngest child, her poor, only daughter, from her studies?"

“Yea I’m the annoying one,” Gerard muttered before grabbing a soda from the fridge and retreating back downstairs.

“I should probably get going, it’s getting late,” Frank said, stretching his arms overhead. His shirt pulled up to show just a sliver of skin under the hem and (YN) couldn’t help but stare.

“Yea, umm, thanks for staying late and helping me,” (YN) said, getting up to walk him to the door.

“Just say the word and I’ll be here,” he smiled.

(YN) nodded, wanting to ask him what he was gonna say before Gerard interrupted him, but couldn’t find the courage to do so. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she smiled, holding out her arms for a hug.

Frank smiled back and wrapped his arms around her. She worried for a moment that she was holding on too long, but he wasn’t in any hurry to pull back either. When they finally did part, he waved before heading out into the cool New Jersey evening. (YN) shut the door behind him, and leaned against it with a dreamy sigh, the lingering feeling of his arms around her would be wonderful to fall asleep to that night.

Part 2

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cakesunflower · 3 years

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Outer Banks Series Rewrite/JJ Maybank Fic Series [5. Midsummers]

Disclaimer: None of the characters (except for Stella) or their dialogues (for the most part) are my own, and belong to the writers & creators of Outer Banks!

Previous Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Here’s episode 5 “Midsummers”!

“Dude—Mom catches you out here, and you’re dead.” Stella peeked one eye open, catching sight of her sister standing over her, arms crossed over her chest and eyebrows raised. “You’re literally out in the open.”

Kie’s concern came from the pen Stella was currently twirling between her fingers as she lay on the ground in their backyard. Stella didn’t say anything, instead took another pull from the pen, letting the familiar smoke invade her lungs before blowing it out slowly. The act did its job in calming her down, and Kiara let out a sigh before shifting to sit down next to Stella, before going down on her back, too.

Stella could feel her sister’s gaze on her as Kie turned her head to look at her, but Stella kept her gaze up at the sky. It was sort of cloudy, but there wasn’t a threat for rain. If there had been, the celebration later tonight would’ve been rescheduled ages ago.

“Look, I know you’re worried about JJ—” Kie began, but Stella cut her off.

“He willingly let himself get arrested for something he didn’t do, and he has a drug-addict, abusive dad to go back home to. We haven’t heard from him yet.” Stella looked at Kie, then, jaw hard. “Of course I’m worried.”

Kie’s gaze was soft with sympathy, but Stella could see her own concern swimming, too. After all, Kie cared about JJ as well. Maybe not in the way Stella did, but just as good. “He’ll turn up,” Kie assured. “He always does.”

Despite Kie’s efforts, Stella wasn’t all that comforted. And maybe Kie saw the deep worry that had etched itself into Stella’s features, because Kie’s face softened even more, looking at her sister gently as she asked, “What’s going on?”

Stella’s throat worked as her heart drummed in her chest, forcing herself into a sitting position while Kie kept on her back, looking up at her. For a moment, Stella hesitantly chewed on her lower lip, wondering if now was the right time to indulge, but it was Kie. It was her sister, and if Stella couldn’t tell her, she couldn’t tell anyone.

“JJ and I kissed.” There. She said it. Now it was out in the open.

Kie blinked once before her eyes widened almost comically, shooting up in a sitting position opposite of Stella as she demanded, “What? When?”

“Yesterday,” Stella admitted, stomach flipping as memories of her and JJ’s actions played through her mind like her favorite movie. She couldn’t stop the small smile from playing on her lips. “We were at John B’s, before coming to the summer series.” She fiddled with the pen between her fingers. “It just—it kind of just happened.”

Kie scoffed with a shake of her head. “It didn’t kind of just happen,” she mocked. “This has been waiting to happen for so Goddamn long.” Stella tried not to laugh at the happiness shining in Kie’s eyes, which did a lot to relax Stella. She’d been worried Kie would ram on her for breaking one of their friend group rules, but Kie seemed anything but disappointed. Her eyes widened then, shoulders lifting. “Oh, shit, John B and Pope owe me twenty bucks!”

Stella blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”

Kie snickered, looking all too delighted. “We kind of had a bet going on over how long it’d take for you and JJ to get together.” Stella’s eyes widened, jaw dropping in disbelief. “I bet it’d happen before Midsummers and would you look at that! You just made me forty bucks richer, sis.”

“Wha—” Stella cut herself off with a scoff, ripping up some grass before tossing it at Kie. She shrieked through a laugh, jerking back before brushing away the pieces of grass. “Are you kidding me?! You guys bet on us?”

“Of course we did,” Kie responded with a smirk, not at all looking apologetic. At Stella’s gaping expression, she rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Stel. You two have been dancing around each other for so fucking long. We were getting tired of waiting, so we thought we’d have some fun with it,” she finished with a shrug.

Stella couldn’t believe what she was hearing, cheeks heating up at the information. She wasn’t mad or upset that her sister and friends bet on when she and JJ would get together—she was just surprised, and a little bit amused. She wondered how long the bet had been going on for. But instead of asking that, she instead inquired, “So I’m guessing JJ and I are in the clear for breaking the no Pogue-on-Pogue macking rule?”

Kie waved her off, smile still in place. “You two are the exception to the rule,” she said confidently before crossing her legs and shooting Stella an expectant look. “So? Tell me how it was.” She quickly held a hand up. “But not too many details because it’s JJ and he’s like my brother and, ew, gross. But I still wanna know! How’d it happen?”

At that, the heat in Stella’s cheeks intensified into a fire as she recalled every single detail from yesterday—as if she could ever forget. “I was, uh, persuading him to come to the summer series with us.”

Kie’s eyebrows shot up. “Persuading, huh?” she repeated with an impish grin, prompting Stella to let out a giggle. “Well, looks like it worked. Not that I’m surprised. That boy is stupid for you.”

Stella pressed her lips together to keep her giddy smile from widening. “Stop.”

Kie snickered. “Man, you two are gonna be unbearable now, aren’t you? All over each other all of the time.”

“Dude, I don’t even know what we’re doing,” Stella instantly responded with a shake of her head. “All we did was kiss. We’re not suddenly together, Kie.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Only a matter of time.”

Stella’s heart fluttered in her chest. Of course she wanted to be with JJ—it was all she could think about for so long. After that kiss, it was closer to being a reality than she could ever imagine, but they needed to talk about it, first. “Maybe. But first he needs to let us know he’s okay and that his dad didn’t fucking kill him.”

Her words were tight in her throat as she said them, sending a new jolt of worry through her. JJ never really talked about it, but she knew the kind of man his dad was, knew what he was capable of. JJ getting arrested wasn’t going to go over well; it wouldn’t with any parent, but God only knew how Luke Maybank would react to it. So, yeah, Stella was sick with worry over JJ, and she just fucking wished he’d call or text her back.

Kie sighed. “Listen, maybe—”

Whatever Kie was about to say was interrupted by their mother’s voice shouting at them from the back porch. “Girls! Get in here! You need to start getting ready.” Simultaneously, both Stella and Kie threw their heads back and groaned, loudly—loud enough for Mrs. Carrera to hear them. “I don’t wanna hear it! Get your butts in here now!”

They stood up, and as Stella shoved her pen in the pocket of her shorts, Kie grumbled, “I hate everything.”

While every other soul on Figure Eight either was overjoyed to be attending Midsummers or envious that they couldn’t, Stella and Kiara were probably the only ones who hated the party. For Kie, it was more of a socialist thing that Stella respected her for, but she also knew that her sister’s disgust with Midsummers, ultimately, existed for the same reason as Stella’s: they hated the people they were surrounded by.

All of the Kooks would be gathered tonight for the party—this year a celebration for Ward Cameron, A.K.A the father of Sarah Cameron, Kie’s worst enemy. Stella didn’t care what the party was for—she despised it. The most Stella liked to dress up was in clothes of her choice, and sure that could sometimes include make-up and dresses, but not full on evening gowns with flowers in her hair. It often felt like she was getting dressed up as a lamb for a slaughter, being pushed into a crowd of Kooks who thought they were better than everyone else because of their overflowing pockets. The adults were bad enough—Stella did not want to even see the people her age.

Namely Rafe, Topper, Kelce, and anyone who was associated with them. Especially after what they did to JJ and Pope yesterday. Dicks.

But Midsummers, much to both Stella and Kie’s chagrin, was important to their parents, especially their mother. So as soon as the two girls returned inside the house, Mrs. Carrera was ushering them towards the bathrooms, like they were toddlers who needed supervised bath times.

“Hold on a second—” Mr. Carrera paused, and Stella and Kie exchanged looks when their mom sniffed the air around them. Her eyes then zeroed in on Stella, hands on her hips and eyes blazing as she demanded, “Did you just smoke, Stella?”

Knowing there was no point in lying, Stella huffed. “I needed something to take the edge off if I have to go to this stupid party.”

This wasn’t the first time their mom caught them smoking or smelling of weed, but it pissed her off just the same. While Kie tried to stifle a smile, Mrs. Carrera glared daggers at her Stella. “You’re not getting out of this, Stella. You better drown yourself in body wash and perfume when you get ready.”

Stella rolled her eyes behind her mom’s back, but listened all the same, albeit reluctantly. Kie was the first to hop into the shower in their shared bathroom, so Stella took the time to lay in her bed and unlock her phone, hoping to see a text or missed call from JJ. Her heart jumped when she saw just one text from him, chest tight as she read it quickly.

JJ: Don’t worry about me. I’m good. I’ll see u later.

That was it. Just ten words of reassurance and then nothing. Part of Stella was relieved to have received anything from him at all, but another part still felt worried and a little annoyed. She—all of them—had been worried sick over him after yesterday, and this was all he could say? Stella figured she shouldn’t be too surprised. It was typical JJ behavior. He got in a bind and somehow got himself out of it, and never really let his friends in on if anything was wrong. But the tough guy persona could only get him so far.

Chewing on her lower lip, Stella drafted a text, but not to JJ. Instead, she sent a message to John B.

Stella: You heard from JJ? Do you think he’s okay?

John B responded within moments.

John B: Yeah, it’s all good. I’m with him right now. We’ll see you guys tonight, alright? Keep an eye out.

Stella blinked at the cryptic message, wondering what the hell he was talking about. But if recent circumstances were any indicator, something was probably going down tonight. Stella’s stomach flipped in both apprehension and excitement. These boys might be the death of her.

Soon enough, Kie was out of the bathroom and it was Stella’s turn. She showered and brushed her teeth, stepping back into her room to catch sight of a satin slip dress with a halter neck waiting for her on her bed. It was a pretty golden color with a V-neck trimmed with lace, and a pair of white and gold sandals were waiting by the bed, too. Stella huffed, the towel wrapped tightly around her. She knew for a fact that her mother thought she needed to have everything out for her otherwise Stella would be useless in getting dressed for Midsummers. It was kind of insulting.

Stella expertly dried her hair, letting the natural curls come into place, before doing her makeup. She kept it light, as always, because not even Midsummers was going to make her slap on a face full of makeup, especially in the middle of summer. Some foundation, mascara, highlighter, and lipstick was as far as she went, with her jewelry consisting of a dainty diamond star necklace and the rings on her fingers.

“Oh, good, you’re dressed,” Mrs. Carrera said upon entering her room. “Come on, let me do your hair.”

Stella frowned but listened, sitting down in front of her dresser while her mom stood behind her. She worked quickly and efficiently, braiding back the two front locks of her hair and intertwining small yellow flowers in them that Stella tried not to wrinkle her nose at.

As her mom worked, Kie wandered into Stella’s room. Her slip dress was spaghetti strapped and a lavender color, a couple of layered necklaces around her neck, and her hair down in an updo with a crown of pink and purple flowers and locks of curly hair framing her face. She looked stunning, even with that scowl she wore as she stormed into the room.

“This is disgusting,” she announced without preamble.

Mrs. Carrera wove another flower into Stella’s braid, her voice dry above her as she responded, “I know. It’s just horrible. I’m asking you two to relax and go to a fun party.”

Kie scoffed, towering over their mom. They may be twins, but Kie somehow got the tall gene from their dad, standing at the elegant 5’8”, while Stella hadn’t grown past 5’5”. “We look like bourgeoisie pigs.”

Stella tried to keep the snort from escaping, covering it up with a cough as their mom finally patted down Stella’s hair, letting out a satisfied hum before stepping back. She shot Kie an exasperated look and said, “Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?”

Kie scowled and Stella’s face scrunched up. This was so much more than that. She twisted around in the seat and stood up, crossing her arms and siding with Kie, “Mom, people not three miles from here have no power, no running water—and we’re going to Midsummers.”

Kie nodded vigorously, gesturing to Stella. “That’s so tone deaf.”

Mrs. Carrera huffed, picking up the little pouch she’d dropped on the dressing table and pulling out the diamond earrings. As she put one in, she said, “Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island Club?”

Both Stella and Kie rolled their eyes, having heard this a hundred times before. “Yeah, Mom, how could we forget?” Stella sighed. “You had to grovel for, like, ten years—”

“Twelve,” Mrs. Carrera corrected, “and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough, and do you know why we did that?”

Kie wasn’t impressed. “To keep up with the Joneses?”

Mrs. Carrera’s hands were on her hips, looking at her daughter pointedly. “No. So you two could have the experiences that I had as a child. Sweethearts, do you know what the Island Club is?”

“A factory farm for debutantes,” Kie flatly said at the same time Stella said, “Where brain cells go to die.”

Kie gave her a subtle fist bump as their mother glared at them before smiling exasperatedly. She placed one hand on each of their cheeks, looking at both of them as she said, “It is a nice place, with nice people, where you can do fun stuff.”

Neither of them bought the company line. “With out of touch rich people,” Stella added.

Kie rightfully finished, “While the island sinks slowly into the ocean.”

Their mom dropped her hands from their cheeks, stepping back and shooting them a look. Clearly, she was done trying with her stubborn daughters. “Okay, I want you two to put on your party faces if you wanna live,” she said before walking out of the room.

Both Stella and Kie sighed, looking at each other in resigned defeat. Stella picked up her pen, offering a half hearted smile. “Wanna take a hit before we go?”

Kie scoffed, taking it from her. “Or maybe ten.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, the girls were at the Island Club with their parents, and instead of doing the polite thing and greeting the other party goers, Stella spotted a familiar face and grabbed Kie’s hand, jerking her chin to where Pope was working out on the lawn at the grill. She’d almost forgotten that he was working the party with his dad. Thank God for small miracles.

As they approached him, his back to the girls, Kie startled Stella by speaking in a terrible British accent, “Excuse me, sir. Do we have to shuck these ourselves?” Pope swiveled around as Kie grinned and Stella shook her head in bemusement. “’Cause it might mess up my costume.”

Pope chuckled. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” he asked and Stella stepped forward with a laugh, slapping her hand against his, front and back, before ending with a snap of her fingers. Their handshake. As he repeated the act with Kie, Pope added, “That accent was bad.”

Kie nodded. “It was. I was gonna let it go.”

Stella scoffed. “I wish you had,” she said as they came to stand next to Pope, arms folded across her chest. The three of them observed the scene before them, of all the guests gathered around in their fancy dresses and suits, drinking from flutes of champagne or drinks from the bar. “You ever seen this many Kooks in one place?”

“Yeah. Last year,” Pope answered.

Kie was squinting against the sun, but just like Stella’s, her brown skin glowed a pretty golden color against it. “We’re in the lion’s den.”

“Exactly.”

Pope glanced at the two of them, gaze lingering on Stella longer as he asked, “Have you heard from JJ?”

Kie shook her head. “No.”

“Just a text,” Stella answered, prompting Kie to look towards her, raising an eyebrow. Stella’s lips pursed. “He said he was okay and not to worry about him. But I won’t really believe it until I see him.”

“He’ll be all right,” Kie said, frowning to herself. “He’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach.”

Stella swallowed inaudibly. Kie wasn’t really wrong.

“It’s all my fault,” Pope said, the guilt thick in his tone as he frowned at nothing. He looked like he might be sick over everything that’s happened.

Stella frowned as Kie said, “Uh, you didn’t do this, Pope.”

“Yeah,” Stella chimed in firmly. “Topper almost killed you. Remember?”

He shot her a dry look. “Not something I can forget.”

Stella shot him a small smile. “JJ was just trying to do right by you. He—he knew what he was doing.” She stumbled over her words briefly because, well, she wasn’t entirely sure if she believed them. She believed that JJ thought he was doing the right thing, but getting arrested was no small thing. He was just adding onto his record, and this time for something he didn’t even do. JJ put loyalty above anything else, and it was one of her favorite things about him—until it landed him in trouble he might not be able to get out of.

Midsummers, as expected, was boring as usual. The adults drank and the teens snuck in their own alcohol in hidden flasks, dancing to the music from the live band while almost everyone kissed Ward Cameron’s ass. Stella stuck by Kie’s side, mostly because she didn’t care for anyone else there and because Kie kept glaring at Sarah Cameron, who looked like the perfect Kook princess. She was missing her not-so-Prince Charming, Topper, who seemed to be sticking by Rafe and Kelce’s sides than with Sarah. Hmm. Interesting.

At one point, Stella excused herself to go to the bathroom, walking inside the country club and down the hall. She did her business, ignoring the giggles of the few other girls inside as she washed her hands. Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, however, she let out a gasp and stumbled into the doorframe as a figure rushed off in front of her, her gaze instantly following.

She’d recognize those blonde locks anywhere.

Stella’s heart thundered, gripping the doorframe tightly as she called out, “JJ?”

*****

Despite the severity of needing to find a hiding spot or escape, the sound of Stella’s voice had JJ stopping in his tracks. He turned, catching sight of her down the hall, too far down the hall, looking every bit as breathtaking as he expected her to in a golden dress that hugged her so perfectly. And the way she was looking at him—the surprise and relief and tenderness he was sure she reserved just for him—had JJ’s heart pounding right out of his chest, and not just because he was trying to save himself at the moment.

“Stella—” JJ stopped, looking through the glass of the doors, seeing Rafe, Kelce, and three of their suited up buddies purposefully making their way over. “Shit.” His blue eyes met her concerned brown ones. “Sweetheart, I’ll explain everything later, but I gotta run right now. Just—I’ll see you in a little, okay?”

“Wait, JJ—”

But he didn’t stick around, as much as he wanted to, and instead turned and ran off just as he heard Rafe and his buddies walk in. They’d spotted him talking to Sarah because he’d needed to give her a letter from John B, after he’d spoken to and received a surprising hug from Pope, and now they were hot on his ass looking to throw more punches. JJ’d already received a beating from his dad—he didn’t need anymore, thank you very much.

Except he made his way into the men’s room, and Rafe and his buddies were pretty fast and managed to corner him no problem. Five against one—this was totally fair. Assholes.

Rafe pushed him and JJ grunted, struggling as Kelce came up behind him and locked an arm around the front of his neck, the other keeping his head in place as JJ grabbed at Kelce’s arm to loosen the grip. He struggled, heart pounding, as Rafe looked at his friends. “Hold him still. What—what do you think? A four iron, right?” He mimicked holding a golf club. “Keep his head still. I’m gonna line this up.”

JJ didn’t make it easy for Kelce to keep him still. “Very Rafe of you,” JJ said through gritted teeth. “Five on one?”

Rafe looked pristine in his stupid blue suit and bowtie. JJ hoped he’d choke on it. “If you could please stop talking? It’s very disrespectful. I’m trying to hit a ball.” Oh, fuck no. “Learn your etiquette, my friend.”

JJ kept grunting, struggling against Kelce, using his hands as much as he could to try and get away. JJ’s voice was hoarse against Kelce’s grip as he spat back, “I’m gonna kick your teeth in.” As much fire as there was in his voice, JJ wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to deliver on his promise. Not when the odds were stacked against him.

Rafe smirked sardonically, crouching to look up at JJ with a mocking sort of sympathy. “Your face looks really bad. Starting to look like your dad a lot more.”

The insult was grating, especially given that the bruises and cuts on his face were courtesy of his father. JJ couldn’t do much more than spit in Rafe’s face. He jerked back, wiping the saliva off his face as he grinned. “Oh, shit. Alright. It was—”

The lights began flickering. “Gentlemen!” Kelce roughly let go of JJ and pushed him off, prompting the blonde to struggle before he righted himself. The security guard approached them. “Is there a problem?”

“Oh! Pardon me, officer. No, there’s not an issue. I just—” JJ cut himself off, his breathing labored as he panted to catch his breath. He looked at the others and JJ ran his fingers through his hair before deciding on a different course of action. One he knew would likely get him out of this. “Actually, yes. No, there is an issue. Uh, we got a criminal trespass in progress here. Beep!” He waved a finger around. “Call it in, right?” The others looked at him, trying to appear casual and like they weren’t doing anything wrong. “Blatant disrespect for private property.”

Rafe clicked his tongue, scratching his ear. “Yeah.”

JJ turned to the guard. “I’m in violation of all kinds of shit, sir, but these young gentlemen—” He made a show of righting Kelce’s bowtie before he jerked him away.

“Don’t touch my shit,” Kelce said lowly.

JJ continued, “Uh, caught me, sir, and they’re about to take me away. And that’s what you should do.” He held his fists up like he was ready to be handcuffed. Again. “Escort me out of here. You got me.”

The guard grabbed his arm. JJ was relieved. “Come on.”

“All right.” JJ looked over his shoulder as the guard pulled him out, looking at the Kooks. “Fix that tie, son,” he said to Kelce before looking at Rafe. “You’re lookin’ spiffy, too. You Powerpuff Girls have fun,” he turned back around.

Rafe took a step forward, his voice smug. “Tell Stella she looks pretty hot for a scarred Pogue.”

Fire erupted in JJ’s veins at Rafe’s comment, a newfound anger rushing through him at the blatant insult from the son of a bitch. JJ didn’t care who they were—nobody talked about Stella like that. Not at all, not in front of him. JJ’s body moved at his own accord, a low growl escaping him as he jerked away from the guard and tried to launch himself at Rafe, consequences be damned of a five against one. The asshole insulted Stella. JJ couldn’t just let him get away with that.

He rushed towards Rafe, only for Kelce to jump in and push him away as the guard came to his back and pulled him away. “Hey! Stop it. Come here! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

But JJ struggled, the urge to bury his fist in Rafe’s face overwhelming after his words. “You think I’m afraid of you, bro?”

The guard pulled him back. “Come on.”

JJ turned and was guided out as Rafe’s voice followed him out of the locker room. “Hey, safe travels back to the cut!”

JJ shouted back, “This ain’t over!”

The guard didn’t let his grip on JJ go as he guided him down the halls and towards the doors, his grip tight as they burst through the doors out onto the patio. “Look, man, I can walk myself!” JJ exclaimed, earning gasps and looks from the guests at him being escorted out. “I got legs. Can you see that, brother?”

The guard didn’t seem to care. “Come on.”

“I really appreciate what you did back there. Let me just walk out by myself.” He struggled against the guard’s grip before spotting the older gentleman from earlier who had asked JJ for a drink. At this point, JJ didn’t care for the attention he was drawing on himself, stumbling over to where the man stood. “Mr. Dunleavy, I see you got your drink. Good, that’s really nice of you. I’m actually gonna down that,” he said quickly before grabbing the drink and downing the whiskey in one gulp.

The man gaped at him, the guard apologized before pulling JJ away. Everyone was watching, murmuring, and JJ never had mastered the art of subtlety, so he made a commotion as he was so kindly escorted out. Might as fucking well go out with a bang.

“Let go of him!” JJ turned at the sound of Stella’s voice, standing up on the patio with Kie by her side. Their parents were behind them, quietly telling Stella to stay quiet while her gaze met JJ’s. He stopped, kind of fucking mesmerized by the sight of her. “You can’t just boot him!”

The guard stopped, still holding onto JJ, who was still watching her. “Excuse me, ma’am?” the guard asked.

“I invited him here,” Stella continued, her voice loud and carrying over the newfound silence amongst the crowd. Everyone was looking at her, but she didn’t seem to give a shit, and JJ kind of fell in love with her all over again.

Next to her, JJ could hear her mom say, “Stella, stop it.”

“No, she’s right,” Kie spoke up, glaring at her parents and then at the guard. “We’re members of this club.”

“Girls, stop it,” Mr. Carrera seemed to be saying to them.

JJ took the opportunity of the guard being distracted to jerk out of his grip and push him, wincing as the man went stumbling into a waiter carrying a tray full of glasses that went shattering on the ground. “Sorry about that!” JJ said over the commotion before looking towards the girls. He pointed at them, blonde hair falling over his shoulders. “Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, ladies.” His gaze found Pope’s amidst the crowd’s. “Pope, you as well, all right? Rixon’s cove. Let’s roll.” He was walking backwards, people making their way for him as they all gaped at him in disbelief and annoyance. JJ looked back at the girls, holding his arm up. “All right, girls, come on.” He gripped his wrist. “Workers of the world unite. Throw off your chains!”

His gaze met Stella’s, who was watching him in, what he realized with relief, was amusement. He saw the looks she and Kie exchanged, a silent communication going on between the twins while their parents most definitely murmured warnings at them. And then, much to JJ’s relief, Stella and Kie broke away before running down the stairs.

JJ grinned widely, finally facing John B, who had been watching the whole thing with a grin. “Colonel.”

John B returned the salute JJ offered him. “Captain.”

JJ grinned. “Mission accomplished, sir.”

John B laughed as JJ shouted for the girls, watching as Pope pulled off his apron and handed it to his dad before running towards John B and JJ, all the while Mr. Heyward yelled, “Don’t do this! Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

But Pope didn’t listen, instead high fived John B and JJ, before John B ran off ahead and the two of them faced the girls running over, as well. Kie and Pope ran side by side, laughing, and JJ opened his arms so Stella could run into his embrace, and he laughed into her neck as he lifted her off the ground with a spin before setting her down, grasping her hand in his, and following the others as they ran.

“Later, losers!” John B shouted over his shoulder towards the partygoers.

Stella was laughing, the sound brilliant and wonderful in JJ’s ears as Kie cheered while they ran. JJ couldn’t help but laugh as well. It may have been a shitty couple of days, but at least he had his friends.

*****

The fire crackled between them as Stella sat on a log next to JJ. The cicadas were chirping against the otherwise quiet of the night, and JJ had changed out of the waiter get up and was back in his signature hat, shirt, and shorts combo. The sight of the shark tooth necklace Stella had gifted him around his neck always made her chest tighten in the best way. She and Kie were still in their Midsummers dresses, but mosquitos and bugs never bothered Stella, so she sat comfortably as the fire warmed them.

She kept looking towards JJ, though—at the cuts and bruises on his face. The sight of him injured tightened her chest uncomfortably, made her stomach twist nauseatingly. No doubt his dad had done this to him, and it enraged her. She wished, with every fiber of her being, that she could get him as far away from his dad as possible. It hurt, so badly, to see JJ injured at the hands of his abusive father. JJ, despite what others may see as faults and flaws, was probably the best person she knew. He had such a big heart, a soul that deserved to be loved and protected instead of stepped on and beaten. She desperately wished she could protect him from the cruelty of others. He deserved someone to do that for him.

“Hey, guys. So, like, my dad’s already gonna kill me,” Pope said as he and John B dropped some sticks to feed the fire before sitting down. “So what’s this mandatory meeting about?”

Stella watched as John B looked at JJ, pointing at him as if he needed permission. JJ nodded. “Might as well tell him, man, before we’re gaffed.”

John B smiled like he held some kind of secret. “You ready for this?” he asked, looking at Kie and Stella.

The two girls nodded impatiently. “Yeah.”

The fire glowed against John B’s skin as he looked at all of them. “So, the gold never went down with the Royal Merchant.”

Stella blinked as Pope groaned. “Oh, my God. Here we go again with this.”

Next to her, JJ sat up, holding out a calming hand to Pope. “No, all right, wait. Hear him out, all right?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at Pope and the girls.

John B had a finger to his lips before continuing, “It’s been here this whole time.” He looked to Kie. “It’s on the island.”

Her expression was one of shocked disbelief. “Are you serious?” She looked at John B before laughing in astonishment. “Oh, my God.”

Pope held up a hand. “I’d like to voice my skepticism.”

Stella was still trying to wrap her head around what John B said as he stood up. “I’m sure you would, Pope, but can I please present you with my evidence, sir?”

Pope rolled his eyes. “Proceed.”

John B held up a piece of paper he pulled out from his bag, proceeding to tell them about a letter he had from Denmark Tanny, a slave who had survived the wreck of the Royal Merchant. He showed it to Pope and the girls, telling them that the slaves weren’t mentioned as crew members on the ship, but that his dad found the complete manifest—his big discovery. Stella listened attentively, mouth agape, looking towards JJ who nodded with a smile on his face. He knew all of this already, it seemed. It was probably why he and John B had been together earlier.

“So Tanny used the gold from the Merchant to buy his freedom,” John B was saying. “After that, he bought his farm. Drumroll, please, because that farm is,” he paused dramatically as the group of them slapped their knees with their hands. “Tannyhill Plantation.”

Kie stopped. “Tannyhill?”

John B nodded, standing like a professor giving a lecture. “Yeah. So, after that, he used his money to free even more slaves, and then he sold a shit-ton of rice, which pisses off all the white planters, and then they decide to lynch him. So on the day they were coming to get him, he writes a letter to his son as a farewell, and in the last line of that letter, he leaves a coded message about where to find the gold.”

John B had Stella’s attention as she hung onto his every word, shaking her head as she asked, “Where?”

John B grinned. “Harvest the wheat in parcel nine, near the water.” He held up a hand. “Except, there is no wheat. You see, wheat is code for gold. Check this out.” He walked over to Pope, pointing at something in the paper Pope was holding. Stella leaned over to look as well. “The gold is in parcel nine, near the water.”

Kie laughed in disbelief as Pope murmured, “Holy shit.”

John B slapped his arm. “All we need is an original survey map of the property and we’ve found the gold.”

He was grinning widely as JJ stood up. Pope slowly started, “Okay, so this might have a small chance of being actually true.”

Kie bounced excitedly where she sat. “Dude, it’s like King Tut!” she exclaimed, earning a laugh from Stella.

“I am a genius,” John B announced, just as JJ tackled him into a hug. “Hey, whoa!” They teetered slightly where they stood before JJ lifted John B up. “Hello! Fire! You’re near the fire. You’re gonna burn.”

JJ pulled away and Stella snickered as he said, “I’m so proud of you right now.”

John B nodded somberly. “Thank you. That’s really sweet of you.”

With a shake of her head, Stella interrupted the moment by asking, “Okay, so, guys.” They all looked towards her. “What’s the plan?”

John B pointed at her as JJ made his way back. “Good question. Sarah Cameron’s coming tonight. She’ll bring the original survey map—”

JJ sat down next to Stella just as her eyes widened, gaping at John B before her gaze instantly shot to Kie, who was frowning. “Hold on,” she interrupted. “Sarah? Wh-why Sarah?”

Stella tensed, looking between a bewildered Kie and a hesitant John B. She and Pope exchanged glances, both of them suddenly aware of the tension building in the open space. “Um—” John B trailed off.

JJ took off his head, muttering, “This is gonna be good.”

Stella looked at him, catching the wince he shot her way. Silently, she frowned at him, but JJ shook his head before nodding towards John B, who stood with his fists on his hips. “Sarah, um, she. . . She got me into the archives in Chapel Hill yesterday, and there’s where I got the letter.”

Kie’s face scrunched up even more, looking a mix of pissed off and confused, while Stella gaped up at John B. “You were in Chapel Hill with Sarah Cameron?”

John B’s throat worked. “Yeah, um. . .”

Next to her, JJ announced, “He was mackin’ on her.”

Stella gasped as she stared at him, wide eyed, and JJ nodded somberly while Pope coughed uncomfortably into his fist. Across the fire, Kie was glaring up at John B, and Stella hated the betrayal she could already see melting into Kie’s eyes. John B shot JJ a glare. “I wasn’t macking.”

JJ lifted his chin, unrelenting. “You were totally macking Sarah Cameron.”

He wasn’t helping the situation, so Stella lightly flicked his arm, prompting JJ to immediately look at her, pressing his cut lips together to keep himself from smirking. She narrowed her eyes in warning, and all JJ did was link their arms together and pull her to his side.

“I wasn’t macking on her, okay?” John B spoke up, exasperated. “I was using her for access.”

JJ scoffed lightly. “There was access, alright.”

Stella pinched his side at that, despite the inappropriate laugh threatening to burst. Kie wouldn’t appreciate it, and Stella could tell her twin was seconds away from pushing John B into the fire. “Did you tell her about the treasure?” Kie demanded.

John B’s eyes widened. “I was trying to get into the archives.”

Kie’s voice grew loud with disbelief. “Is that a yes?”

“I. . . I left out key details,” John B said, looking to the others for help. Stella pressed her lips together, pressed up against JJ. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything, not with the current situation going on. Poor John B wasn’t going to get help on this.

“Yo, what?” Kie scoffed with a shake of her head. “You let a Kook in on our secret? What about Pogue Lyfe? What about the T-shirt company, bro?”

Suddenly, it was a battle between Kie and John B, and all Stella, JJ, and Pope could do was sit on the sidelines silently and watch. “I was just using her for information,” John B tried.

Kie shot him a wry look. “Why don’t I believe you?”

John B was growing exasperated already, shaking his head at the unhelpfulness of the others before looking back at Kie. “I’m trying to make us filthy rich here, okay, so that we can pay off a boat, or. . . or, uh. . .” He looked towards Pope, “send you to autopsy school to study bed bodies.” Stella’s face scrunched up as JJ suppressed a snort and Pope blinked owlishly. “Look, you guys know me. Do I look like the type of person to fall for Sarah Cameron?”

JJ blinked. “Uh—”

Stella tilted her head at John B. “Do you want us to answer that?” She could guarantee neither he nor Kie would appreciate the answer.

John B held up a hand at Stella. “Just—just stop.”

Kie shook her head, her jaw tight as she frowned deeply. “Look, you don’t know her yet. I do! You can’t trust her.”

Pope chimed in, “Her brother did hit me in the back with a golf club.”

John B looked to Pope. “Rafe and Sara are different human beings.”

JJ’s cheek was resting on top of Stella’s head as he asked Kie, “What did she do to you, exactly?”

Stella sighed. Oh, boy.

Kie held up two fingers and jabbed them forward. “She’s like a. . . a spitting cobra.” Everyone blinked, bewildered. “First she—she blinds you, and then—”

Stella was already shaking her head, sitting up straight as she said to her struggling sister, “This is a bad analogy.”

“Listen to me!” Kie exclaimed, clearly fed up with the situation. “Whatever we get, she’s gonna try to take.”

Her words were met by silence, other than the crackling fire and chirping cicadas. John B stood quietly, throat working, clearly unsure of what to say as JJ and Pope stayed in their own awkward silence, too. Stella suppressed a sigh. It seemed as though it was up to her to smooth things over, even if she did slightly side with Kie in all of this. She didn’t have a begrudging hate towards Sarah like Kie did, but they were sisters, and Stella needed to show solidarity. But she could also, in some way, see John B’s side of things. God, this was gonna be tense.

“Kie,” Stella spoke up carefully, prompting Kie’s gaze to connect with hers. “Whatever John B promised Sarah, that’s his issue. But if she’s the only way we can get the map, then we need to let it happen.”

Kie’s jaw was hard. “I don’t want her involved. I don’t want to deal with her.”

“We won’t,” Stella said, glancing quickly at John B before looking at Kie again. “Let John B deal with her.” When Kie didn’t look entirely convinced, Stella let out a huff. “This is bigger than your beef with Sarah. I know you know that.”

Silence fell upon them for a few moments as they all waited for Kie to respond. She sat quietly, hands gripping the log she sat on, mulling over Stella’s words. Stella, in turn, hoped she got through to her sister. They needed Kie to be on board with this, no matter her issues with Sarah. They’d already gotten this far in their treasure hunt—an old beef shouldn’t hinder them now.

Stella remained quiet, waiting for Kie to make a decision, although she silently enjoyed the sensation of JJ’s fingers ghosting up and down her arm, their arms still linked together. It was calming when others would argue JJ was anything but.

“Fine,” Kie finally gave in and everyone instantly sat up. She glared at John B. “As long as I don’t have to speak to her.” John B pressed his hands together and brought them to his mouth, his grin already forming. “I just hope you know what you’re getting us into.”

After John B profusely thanked Kie for agreeing, they killed the fire and got up before heading back to the van, since they had to drive to meet Sarah. The twigs and leaves crunched under their shoes as they went, but as Pope, Kie, and John B chatted while walking ahead, Stella lingered back and grasped JJ’s hand to slow his pace down.

He looked at her, eyebrows raising. “What’s up?”

Stella looked up at him, her fingers ghosting on his chin. Finally, she let the worry come out in full force as she asked, “Are you okay? Did—” she stopped, throat working to get rid of the lump that formed. “Did your dad do this?”

JJ’s jaw worked, blue eyes glimmering under the moonlight as he looked down at her. “Got a good chunk of money to pay in restitution,” he told her. “The old man’s not too happy about it.”

Despite herself, Stella felt the hot tears sting in her eyes. She preferred the pink in JJ’s cheeks when they were flushed when he was happy or even drunk—not the pink and harsh reds that surrounded the cuts and marked the bruises. Stella wasn’t sure she ever hated anyone as much as she hated JJ’s dad. Her throat was tight, unable to say anything except to croak out his name, “JJ—”

“Hey, hey,” he shushed her, hands coming up to cup Stella’s that had been ghosting along his sharp jaw. He held her hand in both of his before pressing a kiss to it, blue eyes locked in her brown. “I’m okay, Stel. They’ll heal. It’s no big deal.”

Stella scoffed, though her concern remained clear. “You can’t actually expect me to believe that.” The flutters in her stomach returned when JJ kissed her hand, when he looked at her with those baby blue eyes she loved so much. She let out a breath. “You’re sleeping over at John B’s, right?”

JJ offered her a small dimpled grin. “When am I not?”

Stella pinned him with a stare. They’d stopped walking and she knew they had to move soon, but she took a breath. “Whenever you can, either sleep at John’s or you sleep at mine. Okay?”

JJ raised his eyebrows, though she could see his gaze soften at her offer. But he kept the mood light as he teased, “You inviting me to your room, shark bait?”

Her heart jumped. “Wouldn’t be the first time we shared a bed,” Stella pointed out. It was the truth. They shared hammocks, chairs, couches, and beds countless times before.

“Yeah, but it’s different now, isn’t it?” JJ questioned.

She looked at their hands before meeting his gaze again. “Is it?” she returned, throat working in anticipation. This was it. This was Stella asking JJ if whatever was happening between them was real, if something more was going to come out of it than a few kisses shared.

JJ’s gaze was intense, deep in a way she wasn’t used to as it stole her breath. “It is.” Steady, resolute, firm. No room for arguments. Thank fuckinf God.

Stella felt her grin appear before she could help it, relief warming her, and JJ mirrored her smile before ducking his head and pressing his lips to hers. She returned the kiss slowly, gently, not wanting to hurt his cut lips. Her heart jumped excitedly as he kissed her, but it was cut short, unfortunately, when John B’s voice cut through the air.

“Oi! What happened to no macking?”

The two of them pulled apart, but John B was grinning, as were Pope and Kie as they looked at the two of them. Stella’s face flushed as JJ slung his arm around her shoulders before they began walking towards their friends. “I’m sure we can make an exception,” JJ said smoothly, cockily.

John B’s grin was wicked. “If it means you’ll finally stop whining about how much you looooove Stel, then yes we will.”

Stella laughed, cheeks flushing, while JJ spluttered. “I never whined!” he protested as they joined their friends.

Pope rolled his eyes. “That’s true. You just bottled it all up inside because you’re emotionally constipated.”

“Sounds about right. I’m the one who made the first move,” Stella said, grinning widely at JJ’s betrayed expression, laughing as he used his arm around her to push her away. Stella continued laughing, along with the others, as she stumbled away, but didn’t lose her balance because JJ instantly caught her hand and pulled her back to his side.

“Whatever. I like an assertive woman,” JJ said with a charming grin, pressing a kiss to Stella’s temple as they neared the van.

Pointing at Pope and John B as they climbed inside, Kie said, “You two owe me twenty bucks, by the way.”

“No, we don’t!” John B argued as he started the van. “It’s after Midsummers.”

Pope nodded in agreement as Kie grinned wickedly before meeting Stella’s gaze as she sat on the back bench. With a giggle, Stella confessed, “It was actually yesterday. Before the summer movie series.”

John B and Pope’s gazes swung to JJ, who leaned back with his arms propped on top of the back bench casually as he said, “It’s true, boys.” John B shook his head and began driving, and JJ added, “Can’t believe you three bet on us.”

Sitting on the floor opposite of them, Pope scoffed. “Can’t believe it took you two this long to get together.”

“Okay!” Stella spoke up loudly, clapping her hands together once and shooting all of her friends a look. “We’re done talking about this.”

They reached their destination soon after that, a spot off in the middle of the woods where a tower stood, the apparent meeting spot John B had set up at Kildare Hawk’s Nest. As soon as he parked the car, Pope slid open the back van door as JJ slapped his knees. “Hit it, boys! We’re goin’. Recon mission.”

But before any of them could even get up, John B turned to face them. “Yo, uh. . . So, uh, I think I’m gonna do this one by myself. . . Tonight.”

Thunder rumbled overhead as Kie rolled her eyes and Stella and JJ fell back in their seats. She raised her eyebrows as JJ drawled a knowing, “Really?”

John B frowned. “What?”

JJ took off his head. “Nothin’.”

John B sighed, fixing his own hat atop his head. “I don’t want to spook Sarah with the peanut gallery.”

Kie shrugged, voice sharp and annoyed as she looked at John B. “I just don’t understand why we’re involving her at all.”

Stella let out a sigh as she leaned back, JJ now sitting on the ground next to her, his head resting against her leg as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Kie, we’re not involving her, okay?” John B said, exasperated. “It’s—it’s just, uh, like a—a business meeting. . . Thing.” On the ground, JJ made a crude motion with the joint he held and made a gulping sound, prompting Pope to grin in amusement while Stella rolled her eyes at John B. He was not selling this well. “Look, once we get what we need, we cut her loose, all right? Plus, we need the map.”

Yeah, okay. Stella wasn’t quite sure how much she believed that.

Kie pursed her lips, leaning forward as she stared John B dead in the eye. “Promise me nothing’s happening between you two.”

John B widened his eyes, answering breathily, “Nothing is happening, Kie.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Okay!”

Kie was still frowning, as if she was trying to get John B to get the message through her glare. “This isn’t about you. This isn’t about us. This is about her.” Stella pressed her lips together as she watched them. Kie’s beef with Sarah was so damn deep, she wondered if they would be able to do with if she wasn’t on board with Sarah helping out just this once. Personally, Stella didn’t give a shit about Sarah Cameron; she just didn’t like her out of principle for the way the end of that friendship hurt Kie. Everything else was between Kie and Sarah. “Dude, she’s gonna get inside your head. Just promise me nothing’s happening between you guys.”

John B looked at her as lightning flashed outside and thunder rolled. “I promise.”

“That was really believable,” JJ piped up.

Pope nodded. “A hundred percent believable.”

Stella lightly knocked JJ with her knee while glaring at Pope, effectively shutting both of them up. John B didn’t dignify them with a response, instead saying, “Anyways, um, I’m gonna take care of business.”

JJ shook his head, playing with the joint. “You’re gonna take care of it so well.”

Stella waved John B off dismissively. “We’ll just sit here,” she said dryly. “In the hot-ass car.”

Pope added, “While it’s lightning.”

They left the back door of the van open as John B got out, backpack on as he walked off towards the tower. The wind rustled outside, thunder rumbling every now and then to accompany the flashes of lightning that warned of a storm rolling in. “Kiara, holding onto your grudge is like drinking poison and thinking Sarah will die,” Pope said once John B was gone.

“Exactly,” JJ nodded.

Kie shot the two of them a withering stare before looking at Stella. Her twin merely shrugged. “You know I’m on your side,” Stella said. “But you can’t really tell John B what he can or can’t do.”

“I’m not trying to tell him what to do,” Kie shot back. “I’m just warning him against the kind of person I know Sarah is. She’s gonna fuck us over.”

“Look, we just—we just gotta trust that John B knows what he’s doing,” Pope tried to placate, looking between Stella and Kie. “That he’s using his head.”

Kie scoffed, not really convinced. “I know what head he’s using, and it isn’t the one on his shoulders.”

“That’s a good one,” JJ mumbled quietly where he sat.

They were quiet for a few minutes, just listening to the rumble of thunder, before conversation started up again. Pope had asked about what happened at Midsummers, and JJ launched into the story that led up to the Kooks cornering him in the men’s room while they waited for John B to return with the map.

JJ was saying, “Rafe and Kelce followed me—”

Kie cut him off. “Wait, do you guys hear that?” Her eyebrows furrowed together. “Sh.”

Stella frowned. “What?”

And then, in the distance, over the sound of the wind howling and thunder rumbling, came a girl’s voice yelling, “Please, somebody, help!”

All of their eyes widened, instantly on their feet as JJ grunted, “Oh, wait, no, I hear that.”

“Shit,” Pope cursed as they all stumbled out.

“What the fuck?” Stella muttered, gripping the skirt of her dress so it didn’t get tangled in her feet as she ran.

The voice, Stella realized, belonged to Sarah, and her heart started pounding as they ran towards the Hawk’s Nest, throat already drying in worry. The first thought in her head was that something went terribly wrong, that John B was hurt, and when they all cleared a group of trees towards the base of the Nest, Stella’s fear came true as a gasp ripped through her at the sight of John B lying on the ground, Sarah crying as she cradled his head and begged for him to wake up and open his eyes.

“Sarah! What happened?” Pope asked as they came running over, skidding to a stop, their breathing labored.

Sarah was crying, and Stella’s heart clenched at the sight of John B, unconscious, fear drenching her veins in ice as she instantly gripped Kie’s hand. “I don’t know what to do,” Sarah sobbed. “He needs help. Topper shoved him.”

Anger heated Stella’s skin, momentarily taking over the terror trembling her body as JJ demanded, “Where the hell is he?”

But Sarah just cried, “Oh, please, please, please get help. I don’t care who. Just call someone.”

Stella pushed Pope away as she panted, “Go! Call 911! Go!”

Pope took off and Kie shouted after him, “Pope, hurry!”

They all stood, breathing labored and hearts pounding, unsure of what to do as their friend lay unconscious. Worry weighed heavily on them all, to the point where Stella couldn’t even stop to question the way Sarah was holding John B to her, crying for him, kissing him and begging for him to wake up. No, nothing else mattered other than their injured friend, the tears stinging in Stella’s eyes as she prayed to anyone who was listening that he would wake up. Soon. Now. Please.

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Happy Father’s Day, Gavin

Gavin had never imagined a world where he would wake up every day to unconditional love and warmth. That he would be wanted and cherished by anyone again. But then he wakes up to his wife and his daughter trying to give him all the love in the entire world.

Pairing: Gavin x MC

Warnings: None

Notes: Thank you to one of my bestest friends @jihyuncompass who lets me ramble about Gavin all day long!!!!! I loves you Anne, thank you for always being the best.

ALSO this fic features my lil fan-kid for Gavin. Her name is Aurora and she is very loved.

ALSO, final note, but I’ve decided to stop using MC in lieu of an actual name just to make the fic flow a lil better

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Gavin woke up later than usual. He’d managed to get most of the week off, and he’d grown used to sleeping in, the warm cocoon of the blankets and his wife’s arms lulling him into a deep, heavy sleep. It wasn’t until the sunlight staining the curtains was a deep gold that he would slowly begin to wake, turning onto his side to pull Rowan against his chest and cuddle her for a while until his eyes were no longer crusted with sleep, and her voice lilted through the air, welcoming him into the new day.

But today when he reached for her, his eyes still closed, he was met with nothing.

Gavin frowned, reaching further across the bed, his hands meeting nothing but air and an empty bed.

His eyes snapped open and he winced, the sunlight shining directly into his eyes. The bed was indeed empty other than him, the sheets a rumpled mess, the pillows pushed around haphazardly the way Rowan often shoved them around when she was trying to wiggle against his chest.

He rolled over, wondering if maybe she was just in the bathroom, but the door was open and the light was off.

For a moment his heart sank, a bitter feeling of loneliness seeping into his heart and spreading across his tongue as he laid in the empty bed.

Where was Rowan? Where was his wife?

But then he heard the sound of footsteps heading towards the room, and the soft cadence of Rowan’s voice as she murmured something, so low Gavin couldn’t make it out.

He didn’t know why he did it, but he pulled the blankets back up around him, shutting his eyes as the bedroom door opened, his wife making her way through the sun-warmed room.

“Okay little princess,” she said, her voice low as she slowly sank onto the bed. “You can sleep with us for a bit, okay? But don’t bother daddy too much, it’s a special day for him, and he needs his sleep.”

“Okay mommy,” came the quiet response, and it was then that he realized that Rowan had only gotten up to retrieve Aurora, their toddler.

She’d been sleeping with them nearly every morning since she’d been a newborn, sometimes sandwiched between the two of them, sometimes carefully nestled into the bed next to Rowan when he had to leave early for work.

He felt the mattress shift again, and then a small body was curling up against his chest, little hands grasping at his shirt. The blankets lifted higher, and he felt them being tucked around him and Aurora as the toddler squirmed, giggling even as Rowan hushed her.

“Time for sleep, okay?” She whispered, and Gavin felt a hand against his brow, brushing back his bangs, and his heart warmed as he pictured the expression on his wife’s face, the tenderness in her eyes, the way her mouth curled up, her cheeks stained a rosy pink as she looked at him.

Aurora huffed, but curled closer against him, so much like her mother it made his heart ache.

“Happy daddy day,” she said, her voice already sounding tired, and he couldn’t help smiling, his heart aching from all the love that poured into him like the sunlight spilling into the bedroom.

He fell back asleep with the comforting warmth of his daughter against his chest and the brush of his wife’s lips against his cheek as she whispered how much she loved him.

***

He woke a second time to kisses from his wife, the sound of Rowan’s laughter dancing through the room.

He cracked one sleepy eye open to peer at the scene before him. Of Rowan propped up on her elbow, one hand cupping his cheek while she pressed kisses to his face and his neck. Aurora was still curled against his chest, but she was grinning up at him, her small hands now balled in the sheets.

“Good morning,” Rowan said, running a hand through his hair.

He smiled at them, his two favourite people, and his heart felt full. “Good morning.”

“Do you know what today is?” Rowan asked, her eyes shining, her voice teasing as she spoke.

But before Gavin could respond, Aurora chimed in, waving her hands as she beamed up at him. “It’s daddy day!”

Rowan snorted, leaning down to kiss the top of Aurora’s head. “It’s daddy day, you’re right! And do you know what happens on daddy day?”

Aurora hummed for a minute before jabbing a chubby finger at Gavim. “We celebrate my daddy!”

“And how do you think we should do that?”

“Breakfast!” She squealed, rolling onto her back. “With breakfast!”

Gavin couldn’t stop smiling, his heart warm, his world painted in sunshine and glittering starlight, happiness brighter than any star as he basked in these two people that he adored.

“What do you think, babey?” Rowan asked, turning her bright eyes towards him. “Should we start with breakfast?”

He kissed both of Aurora’s cheeks, and then brushed his lips against Rowan’s, unable to contain his smile.

***

The day was warm, with a soft breeze that carried the sound of windchimes and birdsong. He could smell blooming flowers in the air, could hear the quiet buzz of the bees that bounced through the garden in their backyard. Stella barked at a stray squirrel, her tail wagging as she started running circles through the yard, pausing to sniff the grass or the gate before sprinting aimlessly again.

The windows were wide open, and they’d even decided to open the back door so Stella could come and go as she pleased. Normally Gavin and Rowan would have worried about Aurora wandering outside alone, although she couldn’t have gotten far with the fence and with Stella often trailing behind her as she toddled around. But still it wasn’t always ideal to have their toddler wandering around outside unsupervised.

But today Aurora was wholly focused on helping to make breakfast for Gavin. She helped to cut bananas and strawberries, and she put butter on toast, and she stirred pancake batter while Rowan held onto the bowl, doing her best to catch any spills.

And when she was done all of her cooking and she’d supervised the cooking of the pancakes with a serious expression that Rowan teased was exactly how Gavin looked when he was focused, she waddled over to where Gavin sat with a big plate balanced in her hands.

“For you!” She announced, holding the plate up while Rowan stood behind her, trying to make sure it didn’t fall from Aurora’s tiny hands.

But Gavin hadn’t even taken a bite before Aurora was crawling into his lap and taking his fork from him.

“I’m going to help you daddy,” she said, nearly knocking an entire pancake from his plate in an effort to spear one piece of banana. “It’s daddy day after all.”

He couldn’t help snorting as she pointed the fork at him.

“Eat daddy! You need your breakfast!”

Beside him, Rowan laughed. “Aurora, why don’t you let daddy eat his breakfast. You need to eat yours too.”

She pouted, still waving the fork in the air. “But I wanna help daddy!”

Gavin rested his chin on top of Aurora’s head, peering at Rowan imploringly. “I don’t mind, and it means I get to cuddle with my little princess!”

He pressed kisses to Aurora’s cheeks until she squealed with laughter, her eyes screwing closed as she wiggled in his arms.

Rowan held up her hands. “Alright alright, it’s your day after all.”

Gavin hummed, taking a bite of pancake as Aurora jabbed the fork at him again. “Maybe you’re jealous though? Because you’d like some cuddles too?”

Rowan’s brow arched, but her cheeks turned crimson as he teased her. “That’s an awfully bold claim.”

“Aurora,” Gavin said in a conspiratorial whisper. “I think mommy wants some cuddles from me too.”

Aurora giggled, covering her mouth. “Daddy, you need all the cuddles today!”

He nodded. “You make a good point, and mommy gives good cuddles.”

Aurora nodded furiously. “The best!”

Rowan smiled, poking at her food. “Well maybe after breakfast I would like some cuddles.”

Gavin grinned, wide and bright. “As you wish, sweetheart.”

***

There wasn’t really any better way for Gavin to spend his day, if he was being honest. Aurora refusing to let him go, wanting to hug him as much as she could, Rowan pressing kisses to his cheeks and wrapping her arms around his waist for quick, tight hugs whenever she passed him in the house.

They all went outside to play with Stella, throwing around a little plastic basketball until Aurora fell back in the grass and whined, saying she felt too hot. But they’d barely been inside for a minute before she was clinging to him again, saying she had to give him more hugs.

She even tried dragging his guitar out, saying she wanted to play a song. But after smacking her hands against the strings a few times, Gavin scooped her into his lap, balancing the guitar on his knees.

“Do you want to play a song with me?” He asked, and Aurora wiggled with excitement as he’d tried his best to take her through the chords of simple, beginner songs.

They snacked on cut up peaches and strawberries and watermelon, all fruits Aurora had insisted on choosing at the grocery store a few days ago, and that she’d insisted on helping to cut, shouting at Gavin when he tried to help.

“No daddy! You can’t help today!” She said, waving her hands at him, her fingers stained with strawberry juice.

Rowan nodded, taking Aurora’s hands and gently wiping the fruit juice away. “We’re taking care of you today, babey, remember?”

He’d pouted at that, wanting to help with even the smallest of things. But any brief melancholy he’d felt was quickly washed away as both Rowan and Aurora had curled up with him, and he’d felt himself enveloped in more warmth and love than he’d ever thought he would experience in his life.

They watched movies until late, past Aurora’s bedtime, plastic bowls of ramen from one of Gavin’s favourite shops spread out before them. And when the food was done and the movies were over, night draped across the sky like a glittering veil, they’d all gone out into the backyard, and Gavin had gotten to lay on the cool grass and stare up into the shining universe, at the shining silver light of the stars, with the brightest lights of his life on either side of him.

The day ended far too soon, with Aurora falling asleep in the crook of his arm as they’d made wishes on shooting stars that had streaked past so quickly they’d almost missed them.

Gavin wrapped her in his sweater, cradling her in his arms as he’d carried her back inside, Rowan’s cheek pressed against his arm as she’d peeked down at their sleeping Aurora, cooing softly and reaching out to squeeze one of Aurora’s hands.

“She loves you so much,” Rowan murmured, kissing Aurora’s cheek as they laid her in her bed, tucking the blankets around her.

“I love her,” Gavin breathed, for a moment unable to take his eyes from the little sleeping form as she rolled onto her side, curling into a little ball, the way Rowan did when she fell asleep.

She was perfect, his perfect, beautiful little daughter.

He looked up then, into Rowan’s eyes, and the love in his heart grew brighter, shining like the shooting stars in the sky. “And I love you.”

Rowan ducked her head, but he could see the flush on her cheeks, the smile playing at her lips. “I love you so much, babey.”

He took her hand and drew her from the room, closing the door softly behind them, not wanting to disturb Aurora’s sleep. And then he swept Rowan into his arms, holding her tight as she gasped, her arms encircling his neck.

“Gavin!” Her tone sounded reproachful, but she was smiling wider now, and after a moment she nestled her head against his shoulder, her eyes falling shut.

“It’s late,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “We should go to bed too.”

She hummed her agreement, letting him carry her through the house as he shut all the lights off, before carrying her back to their room.

“You know,” he said, setting her down on the bed before going in search of their pajamas. “I do think you owe me one more gift today.”

Rowan cocked her head to the side, bemusement in her gaze as she watched him. “What do you mean? Did you not like the movies and the food?”

He shook his head. “No, I loved those. But I wanted something else, something you promised me earlier.”

Rowan hummed, her brow arched as she turned to change. “And what’s that?”

“I wanted cuddles from my wife.”

Her eyes were warm when they met his again, her features softened by the moonlight that washed across their room. “I can give you all the cuddles you want.”

He crawled back into bed, back into the cocoon he’d awoken in, the blankets soft and warm. Rowan crawled in after him, smiling as she held her arms out to him.

He felt so warm he thought he would melt as he snuggled against her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he rested his head against her chest.

“I love you,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered. “You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine.”

He was smiling as he fell asleep, warm and loved and safe in her arms. It was a tangle of feelings that he’d once thought he would never feel, and yet here he was now, wrapped in her embrace, her heart beating a steady rhythm against his cheek, lulling him to sleep.

And although, as he fell asleep, he knew that tomorrow would not technically be a special day, that there would be no reason to be excited for it, he found himself looking forward to it all the same.

Because tomorrow meant waking up with warm sunlight staining the curtains as it spilled into the room. It meant waking up to kisses from Rowan, from Aurora trying to burrow into their blankets. It meant another day spent with the most important people in his life, the people that he loved, the ones who loved him unconditionally.

So he smiled as he fell asleep, safe in Rowan’s arms as she played with his hair, already looking forward to tomorrow.

#mlqc #mlqc gavin #gavin bai #bai qi #mr love queen's choice #love and producer #gavin x mc #gavin x reader #dadvin #I just think he would make an eXCELLENT dad okay #he'd be a real jorts and barbecue tongs type man #calls kids sport #PLEASE he would be very good and he deserves so much love #aurora bai #star kissed winds

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highviewsmoved · 3 years

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♣ william vangeance x reader. NSFW. ♣ william learns never to underestimate his wife (she learns never to do the same with him).

“You’re pruning up the gardens again, ma'am?”

The small maid comes in concerned that she, the lady of the house, has been in the backyard of the grounds much more often than usual since the recent incident.

“Why, yes I am,” the lady tells her, a bit distracted with a dead branch that seems to be obstructing the view to the beautiful yellow potentillas.

The maid nervously wrings her hands into the towel on her hip, clearing her throat. “We could always grab the gardener to do this, if you wish it?”

The lady dusts herself off, standing to her full height, clutching her basket full of tools and fresh roses.

“Miss,” she says in a dignified manner.

The maid jolts, gulping. “Y-yes?”

“I wish to do many things you and my husband don’t typically approve of, but I wish to do this, at least.”

“It’s just that, Sir Vangeance has made it very clear for you not to be so active because of your injury.”

The lady huffs, irritated. “Why that—do I look like a frail woman to him? That’s impossible and he knows that.” She murmurs more to herself than the maid before her, she huffs, pursing her lips. “Listen, miss, it’s all well and done. Do not fret, I will put in a word to him that I am being just a stubborn pain. He’ll know.”

The maid chuckles nervously. “Ah, yes, well I will head back to Golden Dawn headquarters. It’s just–“ she walks a bit closer, quieting her tone. “He misses you dearly and wants you to be safe.”

The lady’s eyebrow twitches, hands on her hips. “Did he order you to come all this way here to tell me that?”

The maid twitches, her lips upturning. “Yes.”

The lady feigns a look of endearment, underneath that facade, her annoyance radiating. “Well, tell him, that he does not need to waste you or anyone else’s time, and that I will continuously be out in the gardens, by myself with no supervision; climbing a ladder in my skirts to try and prune these hideous branches.” She smiles, her dimples flashing. The lady is always so courteous. Even while being vaguely menacing.

Once the maid realizes her meaning, she gapes in horror. “I can’t tell him that!” She hisses.

The lady pats her cheek gently, assuring her. “Tell him to come here if he has a problem. Instead of sending you as the messenger.”

She turns on her heels, continuing her work on the bushes as the young maid is left there to try and cope with the realization that she has just been the middle man through this entire quarrel.

ii.

William is in his office, where the young maid comes bursting in, reciting to him all that his wife has told her, in the exact mannerisms. All he can sense is the unease from the maid, and the underlying threat his wife has made.

He sighs deeply, putting his hands up to his mask in an odd sort of exasperation. William looks upon the paperwork as the maid stands there, nervously waiting with baited breath on the captains next orders.

“I’ll go and see her,” he decides, grabbing his remaining paperwork he needs.

The maid sighs in relief, finally at ease.

William releases the maid, thanking her for her hard work in helping and apologizing for the unseemly behavior between the two spouses.

His wife always finds a way to have him at least back home in some way, and this just solves it.

iii.

The lady much to her realization and also well knowing behavior of herself has discovered that while working in her vexed state in the gardens, it has become something of a comfort for her. She has made the progress for her healing to become quicker by being much more active in what she needs to do, especially in the yard.

Though she will at some point pull her husband’s ear for even sending a servant their way in the first place due to the injury that has handicapped her for most of the month. It was nonsense, really, how the accident had happened. It was a tiny stumble in the library, from falling off the ladder and twisting her ankle. William had rushed in when he heard the clatter and acted as if she had just cut herself open in half. It was a mild carpet burn on the side of her leg and pain in her ankle, but he acted as if she was in a horrific broom accident.

She huffs to herself, remembering how he had treated her as if she was infantile, remaining by her side the entire day, doing much of everything, despite how exhausted he is running an entire guild and being a captain to subordinates. Julius had sent her a letter, personally detailing his condolences to the injury, which she showed William and asked what he could possibly have been saying about her mild incident and why on earth he would unravel the story into such a big disaster that the Wizard King would send her a letter personally.

She’s not dying! She’s perfectly well.

The lady steps down from the stool where she was clipping more roses to put in a vase in the room, she wipes her skirts, the fabric obstructing her work with which she then decides to clip up, exposing her legs.

“I came out here to hopefully see you resting on the bench, but here you are,” William says from the entrance.

The lady turns around, crossing her arms. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early,” she responds, pursing her lips while she picks up her baskets.

“You stubbornly decided to be out here. I’m surprised you’re leaving this soon,” he watches her from his mask, as she makes her way back into the large home they share.

The lady pauses for a brief moment, then turns to him. “If you came all this way here to say something clever, then you’re wasting your breath.”

William inhales. “I did not come here to just reprimand you. I came here to apologize.”

She looks at him blinking, then puts a hand to her chest, with an air of sarcasm. “Why, I could not imagine what you could ever have to apologize for?”

He makes a face, which she can tell even from behind his mask. “I am deeply sorry for the way I’ve been acting since the time of your accident.” He takes a moment, making sure she’s listening and she is, the face she makes softens considerably. William steps towards her, but still keeping a distance, the one thing he has always made sure of for his wife was to allow her the space she needs.

He has failed that in many ways this past month.

“I know it is something minor, but I worry very much about you; about your health, what you’re doing by yourself at home. My life is quite busy, but never busy enough to care of you, to take the time to be with you.”

The lady shifts, her gaze gentle, but still standing firm. “I know that’s what you’re always trying to do, William. To protect me and care for me,” she steps towards him, basket slipping from her arms to land softly on the ground as she holds her arms out. “But I am not a damsel. I do not need this smothering.”

He nods, taking in her words, his hands come to hold hers. “Love,” he says. “I promise to take your well being and space more into thought.”

She smiles with glistening eyes. “Never again will you do this, you hear me?” She laughs breathlessly at her own warning and William smiles behind his mask, nodding in agreement.

“I promise.”

iv.

Sometime later that night, William had finally joined his wife into bed. She was currently distracted with reading a novel on flower care, and shifted onto his side to look at her.

She was intently reading, her glasses at the tip of her nose, looking determined.

“If you keep looking at me while I’m busy, I will smack you with this book,” she threatens, turning the page.

He smiles good-naturedly. “It’s nice to see you at peace.”

She turns to him. “I am always at peace.”

William reaches out to smooth his palm against her arm, enamored by the softness.

“I know, but today you seem even more so.”

She peers at him then, eyebrows raising as William seems much more concerned with touching her gently, his hands sliding down to her hips.

“What do you want?”

He looks up at her then, gripping her thigh. “You.”

She huffs, setting her book aside on the stand.

“Do you wish to seduce me after the stunt you pulled this past month?”

He winces slightly and she eyes the way his thumb begins circling the skin of her thighs. She had made an error wearing her night dress.

“Yes and no,” he responds finally. William retracts his hand, only to move it to her cheeks, his fingers ever so gentle as he brushes aside tendrils of her hair.

She sighs. “I do appreciate your efforts always, but you’re honestly so simple minded.”

William laughs at that, defeated. “You’re awfully correct, my love.”

She brings her hands to his face and leans in close, nose touching his. “But you give me a bargain I can't seem to refuse.”

Her lips brush against his, William grabs her neck to pull her to him.

The kiss is languid, the lady moves to be closer to him to not break their lips, but William, feeling a burst of desire, grabs her leg to toss it over his. Now both on their sides, close enough to not separate.

She pulls away smiling. “You are such a tease.”

William hums, touching her all over, slowly sliding his fingers up and down her back. She shivers slightly, the goosebumps on her arms showing and he grins triumphantly.

“Let me do what I need to, to make it up to you.”

She moves closer to him, letting him graze his skin with hers as she lays a kiss on his neck. William suddenly feels impatient, his hands slipping under her nightgown. The thing was too short, he decided, too accessible.

Her breath stutters as he grabs her ass, then moving his hands upwards to her bare back. He hums low, his breath close to her ear.

“If I move to the front I wonder what will be there?”

So he does, thumbs toying with her already pointed nipples. For revenge, she begins to nip at his ear, dragging her tongue down the side of his neck.

He groans lightly, his hands lowering down to her stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of her underwear.

She kisses his chin, moving her arms to pull him to her.

“Do you want me to move?” He asks.

She huffs. “I do, but—”

William moves on top, hovering over body as she lays flat against the bed rather on her side.

“That’s better,” she says. “But—”

“What?”

“I wanted to be on top.”

He chuckles. “Your time will come, just let me apologize like this.”

She raises an eyebrow at him rolling her eyes. William was always someone who liked to please people he cared about first rather than be on the receiving end.

So she allows this.

William moves his fingers to the top of her nightgown, seeing the strings tied together in a bow. He pulls it forward seeing it’ll untie the top, but it only loosens a bit, revealing more of her chest.

The curious look on his face makes her want to laugh.

He looks at her, his confusion evident for a moment, while she holds back a grin.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, just the look on your face.”

He can’t help it, he returns her amusement. “It’s a bit embarrassing of me, I didn’t know what to expect.”

“That my gown would come flying open?”

He snorts, pressing his forehead against hers as she holds back a wide grin.

William kisses her neck then, all humor gone as he lets his hands roam over her thighs once again, pushing up her silky gown.

His lips drag down her neck, to the middle of her exposed chest.

William moves his hands, slowly beginning to remove her nightgown, pulling it up over her head.

She spreads her legs, as he moves back down to be closer to her already beginning to suck on her breasts.

He begins to lavish the attention there, his hands still moving back downwards to her underwear, rubbing fingers through the fabric as he can hear her panting.

William groans, wanting to already slide down the cursed fabric so he can taste her, but he wants to take his time. He hasn’t been near her in what feels like ages, and he hasn’t been able to show her.

To show that he loves her so much.

He begins to nip at her skin, suckling and leaving small red marks. “William,” she pants breathlessly and it causes him to grind his crotch against hers as she wraps her legs around him, already grinding against him. Fuck.

They begin moving against each other, quickly and harshly, through his thin pants and her underwear.

William finds it hard to stop, but he grips her hips tightly.

“Wait,” he rasps.

Her lips at his neck. “I want you. Now .”

She pulls his face down kissing him so hard that he immediately is pliant against her. He moans into her mouth as she is able to coerce him back. God, how long has it been?

He snaps out of it quickly, removing his hips away from hers, letting his knee rest against her.

She pulls away, looking into his eyes.

“I want to take it slow,” he reminds her, her hair already sticking out against the pillows.

“You always do, William.”

“I know, I know. Just—wait.”

She looks like she wants to argue, but doesn’t say anything.

He kisses her neck once more, lips grazing against her skin as he takes his time again.

The lady sighs, and he smiles against her as he makes his way downward; he kisses her stomach, grabbing the band of her underwear, finally helping her remove them from her.

William nudges her legs to be more apart and she adjusts herself, he sees from the corner of his eyes her fingers gripping the sheets.

His violet eyes locking her in a mesmerizing stare, as he makes the first stroke of his tongue onto her folds. She gasps, her hands reaching to grip his hair. William grins slowly devouring her as he moves her legs to be around his shoulders opening her wider to him, allowing his tongue to flick inside. She moans above him, not keeping still in any way as he continues his attention onto her, the sensation of her luscious heat, the wetness forming on his tongue as he buries his mouth into her.

He groans, gripping her thighs so tightly, feeling her rock against his face. He wants to hear her scream.

An idea pops in his head as he stops suddenly, lifting his head up to her.

She huffs, her eyebrows knitted together in frustration. “ What —why did you stop,” she’s out of breath, her hair an absolute mess and god, he could kiss her senseless again.

“I want you to be on top,” he tells her.

The lady blinks. “You changed your mind?”

William demonstrates for her, laying on his back as she shakily makes her way on top of him, her cunt positioning itself above his lips.

“Now grip the headboard for leverage,” he informs her. She scowls at him, but does what he says.

She lowers herself and William’s hands roam itself up, thumbs tickling her hips. He begins the same motions as before but this time she grinds down against his face, moaning aloud.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “I want you to feel this all over.”

“William,” she groans as she rides feeling his tongue make it’s way all over, the way it flicks inside of her, spiraling over her folds.

She grips the headboard with such force her knuckles are white as she continues rocking against him. “ Oh, I — ”

“Cum, I want you to.”

Her head whips back as she feels him begin to gently suck on her clit, her hips bucking against him. “ Ah! ”

She already feels the tightness coiled so deeply, the release that fills her up as she comes on him, panting above him feeling so spent already.

William moans inside her, her thighs squeezing his face, she realizes this and begins to loosen them, beginning to maneuver off of him when he holds her there.

“I’m not done,” he says, licking his lips.

She lets out a breath. “I’m going to crack your skull. I need to move.”

“No,” he replies simply. He kisses the inside of her thighs, biting the skin between his teeth.

He hums to himself, his hands making its way up her chest, feeling her all over; cheeks pressing close to her thighs.

“I need to return your favor.” She moves her body, her crotch even with his, pressing against him. “You seem like you have it rough.” Her hands move to grip his cock and his head hits the pillow.

She slides down, attempting to free him of his thin pants that he typically wears to bed. He helps her get off the rest of his remaining clothes, bare before her as she begins to tease him. Her lips pressing against his stomach.

His penis already erect and hard, she licks the tip smiling in satisfaction as William throws his head back, the noises he makes pleading as she begins to lick his shaft, from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around in a teasing manner.

She lowers herself allowing to lick the two sacs, inserting them one at a time in her mouth. William above her groans, moving in a way that shows that she’s doing it just right. Exactly how he enjoys it.

With this in mind, she continues to suck him off, taking him entirely in her mouth. He groans and his panting gets louder. “Fuck!”

Hearing this spurs her, wanting him to come in her mouth quickly, already—his voice heightens an octave as she knows his orgasm is coming soon.

“Good boy,” she praises, she can see his flush, his eyes rolling into the back of his head continuing on with her sucking, letting him hit the back of her throat.

“I—” His voice raises and she continues to urge him as she feels his hot seed in her mouth, swallowing it as he groans, drawing out the noises he makes.

“You—come here, love.” She smiles making her way towards him content that she has him fumbling over his words, her lips meet his, the taste of their fluids together— it was all mind numbingly delicious. Already she was feeling the heat flooding through her. She straddles him on top grinding down harshly onto him as William groans so deep it sounds like a growl.

“You are so—” he can’t even bring himself to finish the sentence because she continues taunting him, biting his neck again as she so badly wants to feel the erection be buried deep inside of her.

“Fuck me,” she whispers harshly against his ear, he grips her sides so roughly she can feel his fingers dig into her skin. “I want you to fuck me so hard—”

William flips her over suddenly as she emits the sound of a small squeak. “Will do,” he murmurs and kisses her again, spreading her legs allowing her to wrap them around his waist. He doesn’t even wait for her to say the words, he plunges in deep. They both groan, foreheads pressed together, breaths shaking.

“You feel so good,” she gasps, kissing him tenderly as William begins his movements feeling so wound up he’ll come right then and there.

Their moans become synchronized as he continues fucking her roughly, his hips picking up a fast rhythm; her nails dig into his shoulders sliding down his back as kisses her.

“I love you,” he says in between his breaths, he loves to look at her when she’s already so exhausted after love-making, seeing her hair in a mess and her eyes glowing.

It pushes him over the edge thinking about her and how happy she is with him. “I love you, god—” he moans so deep near her ear that she holds him tighter, whispering in his ears all the affection she can think of, throwing in filthy words into the mix as William halts suddenly.

She huffs, looking at him curiously as a dangerous glint flashes in his eyes. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She flushes deeply, biting her lip as she does so. He positions himself and slides deep into her vagina, both groaning. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks beginning with excruciating steadiness, moving in and out so slowly that she grips the sheets.

“Yes,” she gasps, a sweet moan escaping her feeling his lips so close to her ear. The hot breath against her causes goosebumps—she so badly wants him to move faster, to thumb her clit, but he keeps the rhythm as smooth as possible.

“You missed me, you knew I couldn’t be here for so long.”

She swallows, trying to find the words, but only focusing on how slow his dick leaves her only to be pushed back in so gently that it causes her brain to numb itself.

“I want you to say it,” he says slowly, he bites her neck as he plunges in harsher this time, a scream leaving her.

“I love you, I’ve missed you so much.” She manages to say.

He seems to think it’s not enough, but his hands slide up to grip her breasts, rolling her nipples. William’s still buried deep inside of her, his lips brushing against her face. “Again.”

“I love you,” she gasps, his teasing clouding her brain. She wants friction so bad. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Again.”

They keep this phrasing over and over until William nips her one last time, letting himself go. He fucks into her so roughly that her face buries against the pillows, the filthiest of sounds coming from one another sends her to her peak.

William slides his hand close to her clit, gently swirling it around with a precision that drives her to shut her eyes so tightly, her breaths coming in fast. They reach their climax together, holding each other. He slides out from her and lays back, collecting his breath.

“Are you okay?” He asks gently, she lays on her stomach, matted hair still sticking to her face. William brushes it aside, fingers touching her cheeks so full of tenderness.

The lady reveals a dopey smile, already seemingly exhausted from their proclivities. “Yes, just happy.”

He looks gentle as pulls the covers over them. “I am sorry about today,” he tells her quietly. “I’ve acted a bit too overprotective over something so miniscule. I hope you can forgive me.”

She lifts herself up on her elbows, her hands touching the mark on his forehead, then trailing up to run her fingers through his soft hair. “I do forgive you. I know you were just worried. You can only be at one place at once.”

William closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy the caresses that he doesn’t get to feel as much as he used to. What with preparing for so much and the sudden change in scenery after Julius had returned, he couldn’t sit still for months. He missed this. He missed her above all.

He grasps her hand, kissing her palms and then her fingers individually. “I’m thankful you understand, but I shouldn’t be so overbearing all the time.”

She laughs lightly at that she retracts her hand back to shift closer to him. William on his back she kisses his forehead. “You are overbearing, but it’s why I love you. And why I married you.”

He hums a soft noise in the back of his throat. “You’re always so civil, even while being stern.”

She purses her lips, leaning in as her hair drapes around them. “I try to be, you just make it difficult sometimes. It’s tough having to be kind and firm.”

He kisses her nose, wrapping his arms to hug her to his chest. “It is, that I know.”

She rests herself against his chest, feeling the warmth of him and the steady beat of his heart. “Are you going to stay tomorrow, or will you leave in the morning?”

He tenses at this, his fingers drawing patterns on her back, not wanting to pause. “I can relay word to Alecdora of my absence. I want to stay here with you.”

She smiles, unable to shake away a twinge of fear. “I worry for you and your squad sometimes.”

He raises his head, looking at her curiously. “Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s just after the elf incident and the other recent tragedies, I get fearful that I may lose you. It’s silly, I know. I trust you and your team. They’re very strong, but a lot of them are so young.”

William holds her tighter, knowing the point she’s trying to make. “They are. They’re very capable young men and women, but I fret for them constantly. Even while sending them on simple village missions.”

“Maybe at some point I can always stop by and bring some lunches for everyone. I get so bored here.”

William smiles at that, kissing her cheek. “That sounds divine.”

Her nose wrinkles playfully. “Though I think Alecdora may not want my presence. He’s very devoted to you.”

William rolls his eyes, sighing. “That’s just him, he doesn’t quite know not to put me on a pedestal after all this time.”

“It’s fine,” she says laughing. “I think it's nice he honors you. You did save him.”

He’s fond really of everyone he’s allowed to enter into the Golden Dawn, but he can’t help but tell her. To really express to her that she has made him a home with her. She laid down so much of herself to be with him, knowing his life is almost always on the line, despite all the trouble he’s given her. It was hard for him to really let himself be open with her, but she managed to work with him, to fall in love with him; of all people. Accepting him over and over.

William puts a piece of her hair behind her ears, fingers tracing lightly over her face. “You,” he says, lifting himself up to cup her face in his hands. “You saved me.”

The lady bites her lip, eyes shimmering in such a way that just says ‘I love you, I love you’ over and over. She leans close into his touch, when she closes the distance between them.

“And you saved me,” she murmurs against him as he holds her closer. Finally content that he can stay for another evening longer to be with her.

#william vangeance x reader #black clover imagines

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stxrrywildflower · 4 years

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father’s day brunch

pairing - bau team x teen!reader

summary - you and the team host a suprise father’s day brunch for rossi

warnings - none

word count - ?

father’s day was always a big deal to you.

growing up, it was always just you and rossi. despite your age most of the time, you did everything in your power to celebrate the holiday.

when you were finally old enough to be introduced to the team, it was a bit of a shock to you. your dad considered everyone on the team to pretty much be his kids. that automatically made them older siblings to you.

sure it was pretty unconventional but you wouldn’t want anyone else to look up to. they loved you like you were one of them.

with most of their dads either absent or deceased, the bau team looked up to rossi. it was pretty hard not to, the italian man always being very vocal about their family like bonds.

it was j.j. who came to you with the idea to do a father’s day brunch.

rossi was out visiting joy in california the week leading up the father’s day. you were invited, of course, but declined. he needed a vacation to see her on his own.

so, you were home alone with members of the team checking up on you periodically. when j.j. had come over after work to make sure you were okay, she asked you an important question.

“how would you feel about throwing rossi a brunch celebration for father’s day?” the profiler asked.

you shot her a questioning look. “i mean that sounds like a great idea but why are you asking me for my opinion? i know i’m his kid and all but still.”

“well you know that rossi is pretty much the team dad. we just wanted to show our appreciation for that,” j.j. explained.

“that sounds perfect.”

you set it for the saturday before father’s day. that gave everyone on the team with kids to celebrate the following day.

everyone arrived at nine in the morning, giving you plenty of time to set up before rossi arrived at eleven.

it was a more formal brunch, the men in the usual dress pants and button up shirt while the girls, you included, had on either skirts and a top or dresses.

spencer and derek were in charge of setting up the backyard. j.j. was supervising them as there were many things that could go wrong if no one was watching them. emily and penelope were getting both drinks and plates out which would inevitably be passed off to spencer and derek to focus on. that left you and hotch who were cooking in the kitchen.

you were focused on the breakfast foods including cinnamon buns, pancakes, and eggs. hotch, on the other hand, was cutting up fruit, making sure the toast wasn’t burning, and a casserole. there were a few more dishes but those were put together easily.

when most of the food was done and dished, hotch offered to bring everyone outside, secretly hoping that spencer and derek had actually done their job. you agreed, “i just have to finish frosting these and everything is ready.”

emily and penelope were the next ones in the kitchen only moments later, both giggling. emily was holding three champagne flutes.

“we brought drinks!” the raven haired woman exclaimed in a sing-song voice.

“emily i’m seventeen. i’m not day drinking with you and penelope. ” you stated.

“so? i had my first drink when i was ten. italy was really casual about it,” she spoke. “i’m sure your dad won’t mind.”

thankfully hotch walked into the kitchen before you could reply.

“uncle aaron i’m being peer pressured into day drinking,” you sighed, motioning over to the two girls who sipped their mimosas to hide their guilty smiles.

“well i mean it’s up to you but i don’t think one drink would hurt,” hotch shrugged.

your mouth fell sightly open. was the unit chief of the bau really encouraging you to drink? you rolled your eyes, picking up the champagne flute and going back to what you were doing.

just twenty minutes before rossi was set to arrive, everything was set up. thankfully the decorations outside, white flowers and fancy plates and silverware, were actually set up properly. penelope made sure to take a few photos of the gorgeous display as well as everyone together.

a car door closing caused you all to freeze. penelope had made sure to put a note on the front door letting the senior agent know to head out to the deck.

“happy father’s day!” you shouted once rossi appeared.

rossi was obviously suprised, opening his arms to hug you tightly. “what’s all this?”

“we wanted to suprise you for father’s day. and as a form of a thank you of sorts,” you explained. “now come sit down. we don’t want the food uncle aaron and i cooked to go cold.”

“you and aaron cooked?” your dad asked. you nodded, “yup. spencer, morgan, and j.j. did everything outside while penelope and emily did drinks.”

emily passed around different beverages, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, making sure to skip over you though she made sure to send you a wink as everyone began dishing their desired food.

you settled back into your seat between spencer and j.j., smiling at your dad’s extremely grateful and happy expression.

“thank you all. you truly are the best family i could have asked for,” rossi spoke, raising his glass for a toast.

you clicked your glasses together, this kickstarting what you were sure would be the best father’s day brunch.

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Criminal Minds College AU

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Title: “I may just take your breath away”

Relationship: Jemily

Summary:

Emily Prentiss, college sophomore, absolutely does not have a crush on the girl across the hall.

Slow-burn Jemily college AU where they live across the hall and despite all odds, the universe pushes them together. AKA they’re silly gay babies who pine after each other for months.

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“Come in, it’s open!” Emily Prentiss yelled out over her music blasting out of the laptop on her desk. She was listening to her pregame playlist, which was chock full of throwbacks, middle-school jams and of course, The Killers to keep things interesting.

Derek Morgan pushed open her dorm room door and waltzed in. He had a pair of light blue jeans on, held up by a brown belt, with a white t-shirt on top. He jumped on top of Emily’s slightly-too-high bed, and bounced as he grinned at her. Derek was many things, shy was definitely not one of them.

“You look hot,” Emily said, with as much sarcasm as she could manage, looking him up and down. She could tell he dressed up.

“You know it, princess.”

Rifling through his backpack, he grinned as he pulled out two blue college-branded metal water bottles, filled with what was probably not water at all.

“I made us sangria!”

Emily laughed, then spun back around in her desk chair. She still needed to finish her makeup. She had her foundation and eyebrows done, but she needed to focus as she applied her eyeliner.

“Did you just mix some juice into the wine?” She asked, taking the bottle from him, having a sip of the fruity liquid.

“Yup! There’s going to be a keg there, but I wanted to give us options.”

Emily laughed before focusing on her mascara wand gliding across her lower eyelashes, trying to finish up so they could start preing for the party. She wasn’t quite dressed yet either, still wearing her class jeans and not her going out jeans (there was an important distinction between these that mostly involved whether or not she could wear them with a belt.) Morgan was about five minutes earlier than she expected. Moreover, the boy had only sprung the invitation to the party during their lab that afternoon.

As much as she hated to admit it, Derek was basically 90% of Emily’s non-academic social life, the second year boy already very well connected due to his football scholarship, letting him in on all of the good parties. Unfortunately that also meant for Emily that he would spring themed parties like anything but clothes, or no cups allowed on her with absolutely no heads up most weekends.

Emily will not wear a tote bag as a skirt again if she can help it.

Despite the excessive drinking and mixed bag of party attendees, Emily genuinely enjoyed the boy’s company. Anyways, he was the best beer-pong partner that she’s ever had.

“Can I hop on aux?” He asked, leaning over her computer before she could even protest.

“Sure,” she replied, knowing he was already on his own Spotify account and putting on his playlist titled ‘FOR THE BOYS and emily’ that he found hilarious. She knew she could get him to sing along to the Mamma Mia! (2008) soundtrack once he was a few shots in, but for now she resigned herself to wordless EDM.

He sat on her desk, bobbing his head along to the beat.

Emily reached into the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a smallish bottle of vodka and two shot glasses, with their college’s crest etched into the glass. For a school that denounced drinking-culture, they had a shocking amount of merch for sale that encouraged it.

She filled each to the line, and slid one towards her friend.

“Bottoms up,” she said, as they cheersed the foul tasting liquid. Morgan grinned and winked at her before shooting it back with the confidence that only a nineteen year old could have.

Vodka still made her queasy, but being underage meant that the college students would take what they could get. Morgan’s senior friends would boot alcohol for them for an extra five bucks, but only every few weeks.

The one thing about the states that Emily still couldn’t wrap her head around was the backwards alcohol policy. Almost everywhere else on earth she would already be legally drinking. Hell, when she was 16 she was passed out in a ditch in rural England, drunk off her ass on legally acquired beer. Even now, if they drove north of the border, Emily could be off to the bars, no questions asked. America was absurd.

“How was the rest of your day?” Emily asked him as she stood up, digging through her dirty laundry to find her other pair of jeans. She tossed aside her fuzzy pjs, a bra and an assortment of band tees but her jeans must’ve been at the bottom. She needed to do laundry but was ripe out of quarters.

“Eh,” he made a face, “I had to finish up that quiz for psych, but honestly I just needed to catch up on some readings. I had like fifty pages of a badly scanned book from like a hundred years ago to annotate.”

“Reading? In this economy?” Emily snarked at him, still rooting through the bin. She knew her blue jeans were here somewhere.

“Well I know you can’t read,” he replied in a haughty tone, “doesn’t mean the rest of us have to remain unenlightened!”

“Ha-ha.”

There they were, right at the bottom of the bin. She changed right then, with Morgan politely averting his eyes, despite the fact that both have seen just about everything in the year or so that they’ve been acquainted.

No, they didn’t hook up or anything, it wasn’t like that.

It was the strange phenomenon that only could happen in college where you get really close really fast. Emily’s RA had explained it to their first-year floor, likening it to soldiers in the war (Emily wasn’t sure if the metaphor was kosher, but it was apt.). Young adults first starting out in the world, free from their family supervision and previous lives, cling on to those around them for stability. The RA explained this as in a cautionary tale, explaining that this can lead to high emotions, to fights, and… a bit more.

This talk led into their floor-cest talk, which was apparently required in every co-ed dorm at their school. Emily was the first to point out the heteronormativity in that policy. Floor-cest, for the uninitiated, was the concept of hooking up with someone on your floor in the dorm. It was formally discouraged by residence life staff. It was easy to have meaningless sex, harder when you have sex with someone you live down the hall from. Things could get messy.

Emily and Derek got this talk on move in day, both sitting cross-legged on the floor of their common room as their RA, a bubbly girl named Carol, explained the fundamentals of dorm life. Emily has been dropped off by her mother’s driver, who helped her unload her things.

Emily was still reeling from being surrounded by happy families, of crying parents and bitter that her mother was too busy to even send her own daughter off to school. Not that Emily wanted her there or anything, but the gesture would have been nice.

She remembered the startling moment when Derek walked straight into her room and offered his hand, introducing himself to his new neighbour.

They shared a wall, the co-ed bathroom down the hall, and most of their free time for their first year at college.

He had assumed that the driver, Paul who was one of Emily’s favourites out of her mother’s staff, was Emily’s father, which started things off on an awkward note. Soon she was swept up in a whirlwind of his family: his mom and sisters who insisted that Emily pose for photos of Derek and ‘his new dorm friend.’

A year later, Emily and Morgan were basically siblings. Emily didn’t actually have any siblings, but after going to Chicago for thanksgiving with the Morgan family, she was pretty sure she had officially been adopted.

Last year, they had a much nicer dorm, one of the newer ones with big windows and nice common spaces. This year they were both living in the oldest residence, a beautiful red brick building, covered with ivy, but the inside was all painted this gross beige, and the paint would chip off whenever Emily tried to hang her posters. There was also no air conditioning, the showers didn’t get too hot and the kitchen smelt like eggs. It was definitely a downgrade, but at least Morgan was on the same floor as her again.

Morgan had lucked out and gotten a corner room with tons of windows, and Emily was right next to the bathroom and could hear when anyone flushed.

After donning the jeans and a black tank top, Emily grabbed her leather jacket and they were ready to go.

“Another shot?” Derek asked, grinning at her mischievously.

“Of course,” Emily said. “Where are we even going anyways?”

“Well, you remember David, the TA from our psych lab? His housemates are throwing a party in their backyard. I heard there was going to be a DJ!”

“David Rossi?” Emily said incredulously, “How did you swing an invite to that?”

“I can’t reveal all of my secrets, you know that pretty lady.”

Emily scoffed. It was probably through their mutual friend Aaron Hotchner, who despite not being much of a partier, was very in the loop about the happenings on campus.

“Did you invite you know who?” Derek asked, a bit too casually as Emily locked her door.

Emily refused to bite.

“She definitely has better things to do than hang out with the likes of us.”

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“I’m a criminology major,” Emily repeated, the exasperation in her voice palatable.

The boy, who was on the rugby team as she already learned, had asked her what her major was. He misheard her and began asking her how she likes studying biology.

The music was loud and the boy was clearly wasted off his ass. She was pretty sure she saw him do a keg stand in the kitchen earlier.

Emily took another sip of her drink, keeping it close to her chest. She looked around. They were only five minutes off campus at a decent-sized student house. The room was close to being at capacity, the old home creaking under the weight of dozens of students crammed into the living room. Music blared on a strangely impressive speaker system. The party was at its peak in the backyard, and was probably only an hour from being shut down by the cops if it got much louder.

Emily had carefully positioned herself next to the open window, enjoying the slight breeze as the body heat was making the old house steamy with humidity. This also happened to be the location of the bong, but she accepted the trade-off.

Derek was currently playing king’s cup, a game Emily refuses to play, since last time she got roped into it she lost miserably. She was forced to drink the king’s cup: a mixture of shitty beer, whiskey, cider wine and whole cream from the fridge, as she had been a bit too slow with bouncing the ball into the red solo cup. Derek held her hair back as she puked off the porch that night.

Never again.

Emily squinted as a few people she recognized walked into the room. It was only a month into classes, so she really hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know the new random assortment of people in her building, lectures and in her general orbit but she was pretty sure she was starting to recognize some faces.

Entering the party was the blonde from the end of the hallway who always complimented Emily on her outfits when she passed and had the most colourfully decorated dorm in the entire building. ‘Penelope G.’ read her name tag pinned to her door in their RA’s loopy handwriting.

Next to her was a younger boy that she had seen in the cafeteria with Penelope before, and while Emily wasn’t that good at identifying ages, he definitely looked a bit too young to be at college. He was tall, skinny and had a mop of unruly brown hair. He was also wearing a sweater to a house party, which was a major beginners mistake. He looked around nervously.

A few seconds later, the door closed, only dumping an assortment of other boys into the already packed house.

Emily let out a breath she didn’t know she held, as she found herself hoping that Garcia’s other friend might have been joining her that night.

Derek had teased her already about the girl across the hall. Jennifer Jareau. “My friends call me JJ,” she had said. Second year varsity soccer player and communications major. The girl Derek was convinced that Emily had a crush on.

JJ was the kind of girl who propped her door open during orientation week and always waved at Emily when she walked down the hall.

She did not have a crush. She barely knew anything about her besides that she was blonde, athletic and was always smiling. Both had been so busy since school had started, and seemed to have completely opposite schedules that they hadn’t really gotten to really connect.

Whenever Emily was coming back to their floor, JJ always seemed to be leaving. And vice versa. Somehow they were on exact opposite schedules. Probably since JJ was a varsity soccer player with early morning practise, and Emily was a bit of a night owl (that was a polite way of saying insomniac procrastinator perfectionist.)

She seemed to hang out with Garcia around residence, Emily having spotted the two getting coffee or studying in the library together occasionally, hence Emily’s hopes that Garcia may have JJ in tow that evening.

JJ was also definitely, one hundred percent, completely straight. Fairy lights and Polaroid pictures on her walls straight. She even had a high school sweetheart that might survive the turkey dumping season. Emily didn’t know his name but JJ said the key word early on in the year: boyfriend.

Emily turned back to the boy in front of her, who was describing, in detail, how the stock market worked, without realizing that Emily was not paying attention at all.

He was quite conventionally attractive, with mussed curly hair and broad shoulders. He obviously was interested in her—or rather interested in talking at her and potentially sleeping with her—that despite herself, Emily decided to slot him into her roster for that evening.

Emily considered herself a reluctant bisexual. Women could make her heart skip a beat just by looking in her direction, and men could get it when the situation was right and she didn’t have any other options. The second half of this pleased her mother to no end, as when young fourteen year old Emily Prentiss had decided to come out to her mother—at one of their rare dinners together—she watched her mother grit her teeth and tell her to keep that to herself. Her mother had eventually accepted this part of her daughter’s life, but only under the assumption that Emily would eventually end up with a man, and keep the rest to herself.

Emily looked around the room and wondered if she was going to have any other options that evening besides the very talkative boy.

Excusing herself from the company of…Matthew, she thinks was his name, she tries to find Derek, who had disappeared into the kitchen. Emily weaved through the crowd, steering past a couple making out in the corner.

She turned the corner and found Derek filling his cup with more beer from the keg. He grinned up at her and did the same for her.

“I hate beer,” Emily said to him, grimacing at the scratchy taste of the fermented barley in her red solo cup.

“Suck it up buttercup, you’re in college. You also complained about the juice from earlier.”

“Yeah well, watering down eleven percent wine is as bad as this five percent crap.”

“It did taste a lot better,” he agreed. “Who was that guy?”

Emily rolled her eyes.

“Matthew attempted to explain macroeconomics to me.”

“Oh god, is that what men are like out there?” He asked. “Guess you’re stuck with me tonight.”

“Lucky me.”

“Pong?” He asked, gesturing towards the row of tables set up in the backyard, through the open door and passed the crowd milling about near the speakers. The game seemed to be wrapping up, as the two teams shook hands and reset the cups to their original positions.

“Always.”

They found their spot at one of the tables across from their new opponents: Penelope and her very young looking friend.

“Penelope Garcia?” Derek grinned, recognizing the girl from their floor and walking up to her for a hug. Their rooms were facing each other, and they had apparently gotten the chance to get to know each other.

She grinned and hugged him, clearly a lot more sober than him having only arrived minutes earlier. There seemed to be a lot of hugging at house parties, Emily discovered when she moved to America, acquaintances became close friends once alcohol was involved.

She had bright pink glasses and a matching dress, with bright artfully done make-up highlighting her large smile. Emily knew that she was a CompSci major and had loaded her dorm room desk with monitors and the largest computer set-up that Emily had seen in her life.

“Derek, my love,” Penelope replied, gushing over Emily’s friend in an unexpected, but not unsurprising way. “Fancy meeting you here! And Emily! Have you two met my fine young friend here, Spencer?”

She gestured to the boy, who waved awkwardly.

“Hi, I’m Spencer Reid,” he said.

“He’s like a boy-genius or something. He already has a degree in mathematics and he’s currently working on his second degree in engineering. Isn’t that très cool? We met at the club fair last week.”

“I’m double majoring in philosophy,” he added.

“How old are you kid?” Morgan asked him, quick to the punch.

“Uh- sixteen?” Spencer seemed to ask, shrinking into himself a bit. “I skipped a couple of grades.”

He had a pair of glasses perched on his nose, a brown sweater with a white shirt collar poking through and had tucked his brown hair behind his ears. He was still taller than Penelope, but the smattering of acne and wide eyes made it clear that he was very much a kid.

“More than a couple!” Morgan exclaimed.

He shrugged.

“Are you in intro to logic with Williams?” Emily asked, realizing that she had recognized him from somewhere.

“Yes, I am. Though I find his repeated chess metaphors a touch reductive.”

“You’re right about that. Like, we get it Willy, you play chess. Big whoop,” Emily said, then introduced herself.

He smiled at her, slightly less awkwardly this time but with a touch more confusion.

“And this is Derek Morgan,” Penelope piped in, “the most gorgeous football player I know.”

“Do you know any other football players?” Spencer asked.

“Now you hush!” She admonished him. “We have a game to play.”

“Do you two have something to drink?” Derek asked them, moving back towards their side of the long fold-up table, which was crudely painted in their schools colours.

Emily took a sip of her beer, wondering if the boy should be drinking.

Penelope babbled about how it was Spencer’s first college party, and how she was so excited that it was this one because look at the pretty string lights decorating the backyard and the fact that there was a keg, like in the movies.

Smiling at her new neighbour, Emily thought that this might also be Penelope's first college party.

Derek returned with a cup of water for Spencer, and some beer for Penelope. Spencer seemed relieved at the gesture, smiling as he took a sip. Emily marvelled at her friend's kindness, despite what anyone said about drinking culture on campuses either way, it was tough to attend a party and not drink, putting his drink in a matching red cup gave him the appearance of participation.

“Do we all know the rules?” Derek asked.

“The question you should ask,” Emily said, “Is if they’re willing to play by your rules.”

Emily had discovered that this game, depending on the people you were playing with, had radically different rules. While the premise of the game remained the same: there were six cups on each side of the table, into which you threw ping pong balls and whenever you got a ball in a cup, that cup was then taken out of the picture until there were no cups left. Depending on who you were playing with, the cups were filled with water or beer (Emily hated when they had beer in them, it make things sticky and it was very unsanitary), there were specific rules to what defined an airball, when one could get balls back, when you could call island and what was a permissible trick shot.

“Ha ha Prentiss,” Derek said to her, rolling the ping pong ball in his hands. “I wanted to know if they had played before.”

“Oh I’ve played before,” Penelope said, “and I am unbeatable.”

She waggled her fingers in a gesture that implied magic was involved.

“It’s simple physics,” Spencer added, “I’ve memorized the rules and common approaches. We’ll be more than fine. ”

“Ok pretty boy, let’s see what you’ve got. Eye to eye?”

Looking into each other’s eyes, rather than at their targets, the two boys aimed at the cups, with only Reid’s making it in.

“What the fuck Morgan,” Emily exclaimed as Penelope and Spencer whooped, “what even was that throw?”

With the other team having won the privilege of starting first, Emily was forced to toss her ball towards Penelope, who took it with a grin.

She threw first, missing the table entirely.

“Air ball!” Derek announced, leaping forward and waving his hands in front of the cups on their side, the rules granting him the ability to defend their territory.

Spencer frowned, apparently perturbed by this turn of events. He stuck out his tongue, aimed, and launched the ball, hitting Morgan right in the chest. The ball bounced off of it and fell straight down into the cup.

Derek’s draw dropped. Spencer and Penelope whooped in excitement.

“Derek, how did you lose us that cup?” Emily whined, pulling one of their cups to the side. One point to Spencer.

Derek, who had something to prove, lined up his shot. He gazed at his targets with the focus of a sniper, dunked the ball into one of their cups, dousing it with water, and rolled it in his hands, giving it a bit more weight. He aimed and fired off a quick shot into the centre-left cup. It spun around in the cup, floating above the water, but fell in. If the other team were crafty, they would have blown into the cup and Derek would have lost the point, but Emily sighed in relief when she realized that despite their first point, they didn’t know the rules well enough to beat the current reigning beer champs.

It was Emily’s turn. She took a gulp of her beer—she would always swear she was better when she was drunk because she didn’t think too hard about it—and threw. It neatly fell into the back right cup, scoring them two points for that round.

“Balls back!” Derek roared in delight.

Penelope tossed them, and the game continued.

They sunk one more shot on their turn. 3-1.

Penelope got another cup, Spencer missed. 3-2.

Derek’s ball bounced out, Emily sank hers. 4-2.

Only minutes later, after playing at breakneck speed, there were three cups left on the table and Derek and Emily were quite drunk, with Penelope not far behind. Reid, still very sober, was matching the duo with intense concentration.

It was his throw, with two cups left until his victory. He shots carefully, sinking it without a splash.

Derek and Emily had one cup to go. He went first, sending one barreling towards the cup. It hit the rim and instead of going in, it bounced towards Emily, who leaped forward and grabbed it before it fell off the table.

“Trick shot!” She yelled. Derek could try again, but only if he does it in an inventive way. At the frat house they spent a lot of time in first year, the only acceptable trick shot (under this house’s rules) was bouncing the ball off a poster of Obama. This time, Derek takes an empty cup, puts the ball in, and uses the cup to aim.

Somehow, it went in.

They leap into the air, yelling with delight. But they hadn’t won yet. The other team still had a redemption shot.

“How ya feeling kid?” Derek taunted, “Wanna give up now, save yourself the embarrassment?”

“Not a chance.”

He squinted at the table, lining up his shot with precision. With his left hand he licked his finger, sticking it up in the air like golfers do to measure the wind. Emily wasn't sure if this was a joke, something to psych Derek out, or something the boy was genuinely able to do. He frowned, seeming to ponder the information.

He aimed. He tossed it. He sunk the redemption shot.

They were in overtime.

“You can do it princess,” Derek told her, watching her with utmost intensity. Emily adjusted her stance, chugging back the last of that glass of beer, feeling the alcohol with greater focus than before.

She glanced around at the other team, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a familiar face looking at her: Jennifer Jareau from residence. Her not crush.

She was looking at her. Watching her play.

A swell of nervousness flooded up through her lungs, and she forced it out by huffing a breath.

She needed another drink. Moreover, she needed to focus.

Emily threw it. If it made it in, then they won. If she missed, Spencer and Garcia had another shot at redemption. They couldn’t lose this, not now, not in front of… uh, everyone. She was definitely not thinking about JJ in this situation. That would be something a frat boy thought about. She didn’t want to win beer pong to impress some girl, she wanted to win because she had pride.

The ball sailed through the air, Emily held her breath. It caught the lip of the cup, teetered. A splash announced that they had won.

Thank god.

With a whoop, realizing what they had done, Emily and Derek roared with joy, jumping into each other and hugging in their celebration. A few onlookers clapped, noticing how close the game had been.

They pulled apart and reached out their hands to their opponents.

“Great game,” Emily said, shaking Spencer's hand, “Really.”

He grinned despite his loss.

“Honestly I understand the principles, it’s simple parabolas and high-school level physics,” he frowned, “Unfortunately, I need to work on translating those parabolas into the real world.”

“We’ll work on it Spence,” Garcia grinned, shaking Emily’s hand while smiling at her younger friend.

Emily realized that in their celebration, Derek had spilled quite a bit of beer onto Emily’s sleeve and down the side of her shirt and it was currently dripping onto her boots. Emily sighed, handing her friend her cup.

“I’ve got beer all over me,” Emily sighed, “Get me a refill? I’m going to try to find a bathroom.”

Derek nodded and turned back to their new friends, chatting about how impressed he was with their game.

Emily felt a bit sticky, feeling the beer coat her bare arm. Walking back into the house, she glanced at the kitchen sink trying to see if there was any paper towel or something there, but no luck. The sink was full of dishes, the counters covered in assorted empties and cups, without a dishcloth in sight. Not wanting to rifle through their drawers, she made her way towards the staircase.

There was a couple making out on the staircase, which was not something Emily would do herself. It seemed a bit precarious since alcohol was involved, but, to each their own, she thought. Emily opened a couple of the doors upstairs before discovering one of the most disgusting washrooms she’d ever seen.

There was only one thing in the shower: dawn dish soap. The boys who lived here must use that for their bodies. Emily shuddered. On the sink were some toothbrushes, razors and some floss, but for some reason, no soap. Emily found a roll of toilet paper on the floor (ew), and wadded it up to try to reduce the wet spot on her side and hopefully from smelling like a brewery when she returned to residence.

For a moment, Emily found herself gazing at herself in the mirror, feeling hazy and a bit unsteady. She checked her make-up, noting that her dark red lipstick was holding up, but her mascara had smudged under her eyes giving her more of a goth vibe than the alt look she typically went for.

Emily sat down on the tub, patting the toilet paper against her wet clothing, feeling very drunk now that she was seated. Dammit Morgan, couldn’t he have spilled his beer on himself instead of her nice shirt?

The thud of the music was muffled, but there was a ringing in her ears that made everything feel very quiet. That was until there was a thundering of footsteps and the sound of a girl announcing: “I’m going to vom, right now.”

Emily sat, jaw dropped, as a red headed girl threw open the bathroom door, kneeled down on the floor next to the toilet, and relieved herself from the contents of her stomach without so much as a knock. The girl coughed into the bowl, yacking up what was probably way too much beer for the poor tiny girl.

“Oh my gosh,” said another voice, at the door, “I’m so sorry. We didn’t realize there was someone here! ”

Emily looked up, realizing the voice came from no other than Jennifer Jareau.

“JJ!” Emily said, not really knowing what else to do with the girl heaving at her feet.

“You ok?” JJ kneeled down next to her friend, carefully pulling her friend’s long hair back, tugging a hair tie off her own wrist and collecting it so that it didn’t get anything on it.

Emily felt stupid sitting on the tub, not helping anything. She tossed the rest of the toilet paper in the garbage, placing the half-empty roll on the edge of the tub.

“Can I get her some water?” Emily asked, “To rinse her mouth?”

JJ looked up at her and nodded. Emily felt herself blushing slightly as she turned away. Who let one girl’s eyes be so big, and so blue. It was rude.

She returned a minute later having had to rinse her own beer cup out in the gross kitchen sink to make sure that she wasn’t accidentally giving this girl some random person's sketchy cup.

Emily remembered that earlier Derek said that it was a varsity party, so it did make sense that JJ was also in attendance. The whole team probably was. The other girl looked like a soccer player, she had that vibe.

Emily handed the cup to JJ, who gave her a grateful smile. Emily felt their fingers touch for a moment, before JJ turned to attend to her friend.

She tried to get her to take a sip, and Emily took the moment to look JJ up and down, taking in her light blue skinny jeans, black tank and high heeled boots. She was basically wearing the uniform of a straight white girl at a houseparty. Not to say Emily wasn’t also basically wearing the same outfit, pairing the jeans with combat boots and attempting to set herself apart with her black nail polish and eyeliner that her mother once called ‘a lot.’

In contrast to Emily’s fairly undefined thin body, she took note of the strong looking shoulders that flexed as JJ kneeled down on the floor. She was definitely an athlete. Emily looked away, checking her phone, feeling suddenly embarrassed for looking at the girl.

‘Where u go bbg????’ Read a new message from Derek.

‘Girl puknigh up hre’ Emily typed, ‘Got her waterr’

Emily blinked at her typos, pressing the red underlined words, hoping her phone would correct them for her. She wasn’t that drunk.

The two girls were talking quietly, and Emily decided to take her leave, but before she could the red-head beat her to the punch deciding that she wanted to puke in peace.

“Leave me aloooooonnne Jennifer,” she wined. “Get out, I don’t want any more fucking water.”

JJ pulled back, making a face and holding her hands up in the ‘I surrender’ motion. Emily hurried out into the hall with JJ on her heels. The girl kicked the door shut angrily, and the sound of her retching ensued.

“There was a funnel,” JJ offered as an explanation. She leaned against the door. “How has your night been?”

Emily blinked. JJ was making conversation. She didn’t want Emily to leave just yet.

“So far so good,” Emily replied. “Doing better than your friend, at least.”

“That’s not hard to do. So I guess you didn’t chug from a funnel yet?” JJ quipped, smiling and revealing a perfect, white smile.

“Oh I have that scheduled for one-thirty, actually,” Emily said, pretending to check her watch and grinning.

“Let me know before you do, I’d like to watch that,” JJ said casually.

A wave of heat rushed to Emily’s face as she realized that drinking from a funnel would entail Emily on her knees, with JJ watching her… a thought that she needed to push out of her brain immediately.

“I’ll have you know,” Emily said in retort, “I can chug amongst the best. I am no stranger to these sorts of parties.”

JJ grinned. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m a reigning beer pong champ, I’ll have you know.”

They laughed.

“I saw your last victory. Very impressive.”

JJ, in a controlled fall, slid down the door and sat down in the hall, resigning herself to waiting for her friend. Emily wondered if she should return to Morgan now, but unable to tear herself away from the opportunity for a conversation with JJ.

“I’m awful at pong,” the blonde admitted. “I miss every time.”

“You probably just need a good teacher.”

JJ raised her eyebrows, “oh yeah?”

“I mean,” Emily said, sitting down onto the top step of the staircase, facing her floormate, “it’s all about hand eye coordination. It’s basically a sport. You need a coach.”

They both laughed.

“Well if that’s the case, why don’t you teach me?”

Emily gulped.

The door opened, and JJ fell back slightly before catching herself.

“I’m going home,” JJ’s friend announced.

JJ looked up at her dishevelled friend and nodded, turning back to look at Emily apologetically.

“Another time?” Emily offered, smiling before walking down the stairs and rejoining the party.

Next chapter ->

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On the second day of her fourth and last year at Barden, Chloe meets an oddly quiet girl and finds herself drawn to her despite her silence. Asperger’s Beca.

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word count: 3,600

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Cries crackle through the babyphone, cutting through Beca’s dream. Her eyes blink open and she feels her wife shift beside her, a soft sigh carrying above the cries.

“I’ll get her,” Beca murmurs, dropping a kiss to Chloe’s shoulder before slipping out of bed.

“Thanks, babe,” Chloe calls after her as Beca sleep-laden limbs drag her across the hall.

Despite the ungodly hour and how exhausted Beca feels, a soft smile pulls at her lips as she bends over the railing and gently plucks her daughter from the crib.

“It’s okay Peanut,” she whispers, brushing a kiss behind her ear. She carries her to the bedroom just as Chloe sits up, transferring her into Chloe’s arms. Spencer latches onto Chloe’s boob right away, her cries quieting down to soft, content coos.

The baby wraps her tiny hand around Beca’s pointer finger as she feeds, and Beca isn’t sure how much more cuteness her heart can take before it bursts.

It had never crossed Beca’s mind before she and Chloe’s relationship got serious that she would ever become a mom. Beca had lived in her own bubble until then, spending most of her life alone. Not being able to really speak from age 5 to 18 prevented her from bonding with anyone, and she’d never imagined she would fall in love, let alone make someone fall in love with her.

But Chloe… she wasn’t just someone. She managed to see past Beca’s social challenges and accepted Beca’s unconventional comfort zone instead of coaxing her out of it like people had tried to in the past, starting with her dad, who never attempted to understand her.

Beca trusts her wife with everything she has, so when Chloe told her she was convinced Beca would be an amazing mom despite her autism, Beca believed her.

Over the course of Chloe’s pregnancy, Beca became hyper-focused on everything she could learn about babies and motherhood. Some things could naturally only be learned through practice, but knowledge has always been her way to keep her fears to a minimum.

And when Spencer came into the world, Beca learned another way to love that is beyond what she’d ever felt before. For someone who had spent most of her life being told she didn’t feel like others typically do, Beca was terrified she wouldn’t be able to love her own child the way she was supposed to.

But as soon as she held her daughter in her arms that day, it was instant and overwhelming, and to this day the best thing Beca’s ever experienced.

As they’re taking interview after interview to find a nanny for Spencer before Chloe’s maternity leave is over, Beca brings up her desire to start working from home, and take care of Spencer while Chloe’s at work.

Chloe’s favorite part of the day is whenever she gets to come home to her family. Beca is usually cooking dinner while Spencer does what fifteen-month-olds usually get up to, like playing with her cubes, crawling at full speed to stuff she’s not supposed to get into (ie: Chloe’s make-up bag) and making cooking anything a challenging affair, or chatting to herself.

Tonight, Fleetwood Mac’s Everywhere is playing throughout the house from their expensive wireless speaker (Beca doesn’t kid about music-related stuff so the sound is incredible) and Chloe toes off her shoes before padding to the kitchen. She stops around the corner, a wide grin breaking across her face when she sees Spencer dancing in the middle of the room in nothing but her diaper, while her wife sings along to the lyrics with a spatula as her pretend-microphone.

Chloe’s caught filming half a minute later, flush rushing to meet Beca’s cheeks when she sees they have an audience. Chloe laughs and pockets her phone (that video is definitely going up on social media later) just as Spencer whirls around when she realizes her mama’s attention shifted to something else.

“Mamamamama,” Spencer babbles, toddling over and extending her arms up towards Chloe. They’re both mama for now, and are not pushing Spencer to call one of them mommy, figuring she’ll decide on her own later on.

“Hello my sweet girl,” Chloe gushes, blowing a raspberry into Spencer’s neck and drawing a giggle from her daughter. “I’ve missed you.”

“Mama dance,” Spencer requests, and Chloe can’t say no to those sparkling blue eyes. Not that she’ll ever say no to dancing, anyway.

She takes Spencer’s left hand and starts to sway to the music, her daughter’s delighted laughter filling the kitchen. Chloe stops once she’s standing near her wife, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips. “Hello.”

“Hey you,” Beca greets with a grin. “Good day?”

“Mhm. Glad to be home.”

As Chloe suspected, Beca is an amazing mom, if not a little bit overbearing sometimes. She shields Spencer a bit too much, while Chloe is the type of parent who lets her kid fall down or take a tumble whilst discovering new things.

So when Spencer trips at the park under Beca’s supervision a few months later, resulting in a trip to the ER, Beca is a mess. Upon getting to the hospital with Aubrey, Chloe is told they had to restrain and tranquilize her wife as she had started hitting herself and spiraling.

“Restrained?” Chloe echoes in shock.

“The psychiatrist on call has been paged, ma’am.”

Anger bubbles up Chloe’s frame. “She doesn’t need a freakin’ psychiatrist, she has autism!” She pinches the bridge of her nose, blowing out a breath. “Can you just… take me to her?”

While Aubrey stays with Spencer, Chloe is taken to the room her wife’s kept in. She strides over to the bed, laying a hand over Beca’s. “Oh my god, baby…”

It hasn’t happened often in the decade Chloe’s known Beca, but she knows from Beca’s blank look that she has shut down.

“Can you please untie her?” She asks the nurse, tears rising to her eyes. “It’s only making it worse. I promise she won’t hit herself while I’m here.”

“Ma’am…”

“I’m--I’m not a f-freak,” Beca’s voice trembles, barely audible.

The words break Chloe’s heart into a hundred little pieces. She hastily sits down on the edge of the bed before her legs give out on her, sliding her hand into Beca’s. “Of course not, my love. Nobody thinks that, I promise.”

“Chlo,” she croaks out, panicky eyes fleeting from Chloe to her hands. “I want out.”

Ignoring the nurse’s protests about calling security, Chloe quickly unfastens the soft restraints and climbs onto the bed, pulling Beca into her arms and brushing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re okay, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a long while before Beca is able to talk. “Is Spence okay?”

“She’s fine, Aubrey’s with her.”

“I-I looked away for a s-second.”

“I know, babe. You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”

“O-okay. Can we go home?” She croaks out. “I just wanna go h-home.”

“Yeah, we can go home.”

Spencer conks out on the ride home. After putting her to bed for a pre-dinner nap, Chloe heads to the master bedroom to find Beca lying on her side with her back to the door. She crawls across the mattress and spoons her from behind, pressing a kiss to her covered shoulder.

“She’ll fall and hurt herself many more times, without it necessarily being our fault, babe,” she murmurs. “It’s what kids do, and you have nothing to blame yourself for.”

Beca sucks in a sharp breath. “When it happened-- I completely lost my footing. I panicked. Another mom had to call a cab for me b-because I-I couldn’t. Everyone was looking-- judging.”

“I’m so sorry,” Chloe whispers, squeezing Beca’s waist. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re an amazing mom and you do so much for Spencer, even things that are extremely difficult for you, like going to sensory overload places like the playground. I’m in awe of you every single day, Bec.”

The door creaks open before Beca can reply, and Chloe glances over her shoulder to see Spencer toddling in.

“Hey munchkin,” she greets softly, rolling onto her back as Spencer climbs onto the bed with some difficulty.

She’s sporting a large band aid across her forehead. “Mama okay?”

Beca smiles. “Mama’s fine, Peanut. C’mere.”

Spencer snuggles into her side, unknowingly stitching the cracks in Beca’s heart back up through her affection and unspoken love.

“We’ll be back at three, alright?” Beca says, smoothing her palms over the lapels of Spencer’s coat.

“Yes, Mama.”

Beca musters a smile, even though her heart feels extremely heavy this morning. It’s Spencer’s first day of school, which means she won’t be spending the day at home, and Beca is already experiencing separation anxiety.

She’s also scared Spencer might have a hard time at school, just like she did. The fear is most likely triggered by her own PTSD because there’s no reason her bright and socially able daughter doesn’t make friends.

“I gotta go,” the four-year-old announces, glancing over her shoulder as her classmates enter the building.

“I know, I know.” Beca swallows the lump in her throat and hugs Spencer tight. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” She hugs Chloe next, whispering the same before happily bouncing to the entrance.

“She’ll be fine,” Chloe murmurs, her hand sliding inside Beca’s as soon as she pushes to her feet.

“I know. I just--” Beca sighs. “I’m gonna miss her.”

“I know.” Chloe presses a kiss to her cheek. “Let’s go home. I’m sure I can come up with a few ways to distract you until three.”

Beca flushes hard at the innuendo, breaking eye-contact while Chloe simply cackles.

“What do you say, Spence?”

Sheepish blue eyes flick up to meet Chloe’s, before they move back to Andrew. “Thank you!” She pads to her pile of gifts and sets the newest wrapped present on the table, standing on the tip of her toes to reach.

“Wow, you and Beca sure know how to throw an awesome party,” Andrew’s mom comments with an impressed sort of nod as Spencer and her son hurry to meet the other kids inside the blow-up T-Rex taking a third of their backyard.

Spencer has been obsessed with dinosaurs for the past year, so it was only natural she’d want that theme for her birthday party. It became Beca’s near sole-focus for the last four months, as she wanted to make sure everything was perfect. To her credit, it really was.

“Yeah, my wife really outdid herself,” Chloe says with a smile, her eyes doing a quick sweep of the small crowd to track down Beca even though she knows Beca is probably in the backstage section of the event. “I’m going to see if she needs a hand. Help yourself to drinks and food, Caroline.”

Chloe heads back inside the house and rounds the corner to the kitchen to find Beca staring at the cake with a frown on her face.

“Everything okay, babe?”

“I forgot to buy candles,” Beca mutters.

“Oh, well I think we have some over here,” Chloe says, stepping further inside the kitchen and standing on the tip of her toes to reach the top cupboard. “Ah-ha, here you go.”

Beca wrinkles her nose as she takes them, then shakes her head faintly, and it’s like Chloe can read her thoughts. There’s something that doesn’t sit right with those specific ones, but Beca will use them anyway because she feels ridiculous about being so picky.

After eleven years together, Chloe knows what can trigger Beca’s Aspie side, and one look at the cake tells her what’s wrong.

“Aubrey isn’t here yet, I’ll tell her to stop on the way to buy green candles, ‘K?”

Green so they can match the dinosaur on the cake and not pink like the only ones they have.

“N-no, it’s not--it’s not--” Beca lets out a frustrated sigh, her nails digging into her palms. It seems to take a lot of internal debating until she can finally utter out, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Neither is Aubrey stopping on the way to buy candles, I promise,” Chloe assures Beca, stepping closer to rest a hand on her lower back. Chloe’s touch has always been one of the things that ground Beca, and her shoulders slump as she puffs out a breath.

“Okay. Thank you.”

Chloe smiles. “Spence is having so much fun. You really threw an amazing party.” She leans in to kiss Beca’s cheek, rubbing her back. “Wanna join us outside?”

She feels Beca’s muscles tense under her palm as Beca purses her lips, eyes flicking towards the window. No matter how much social progress she’s made since Chloe walked into her life, she’s still shy around near-strangers and sensory sensitive. A bunch of loud and hyperactive children can be a meltdown trigger. “Um, maybe in a little bit.”

“Okay. No pressure.”

Beca only comes outside when it’s time for the cake, retreating inside after Spencer blows her candles. Chloe didn’t think until now that Spencer really notices Beca doesn’t act like her friends’ parents, but she’s proven wrong later that day as she helps her daughter carry her presents to her bedroom.

“Mommy, why is Mama different?”

Chloe pauses, setting the pile of boxes on the floor and joining Spencer at the foot of the bed.

“Mama has something called autism, baby. It means that her brain interprets things differently than you and it can make it hard for her to talk, listen, understand, play, and learn. That’s why she’s sometimes in her own world, or why she doesn’t like to interact with people.”

“Oh,” Spencer lets out, clearly mulling it over. She eventually looks to Chloe and asks, “Is it dangerous? Like cancer?”

“No, absolutely not. Mama is very healthy.”

Spencer’s shoulders slump, and she musters a smile, nodding. “Okay.”

Smiling as well, Chloe pushes Spencer’s hair back from her forehead. “She loves you so much, sweetheart.”

“I know. I don’t care that she’s different, I was just wondering why.”

After tucking her daughter in, Chloe pads downstairs and into the living-room, where Beca is reading on the couch. She hums when Chloe curls up into her side, freeing her arm to wrap it around Chloe’s back. “All good?”

“Mhm, yeah. She had fun today. You threw an amazing party.” Chloe lifts her head from Beca’s shoulder. “You okay?”

Beca nods. “Sorry I didn’t socialize much, I-- It was a lot.”

“That’s okay. There’s nothing to apologize for.” She nuzzles Beca’s cheek. “You know I don’t mind entertaining people.”

Beca chuckles. “Oh, I know. Sometimes I wonder how someone as talkative as you fell for a girl who could barely put a sentence together.”

“Opposites attract, I guess?”

Beca simply hums, feathering the tips of her fingers up and down Chloe’s arm. Chloe decides to keep Spencer’s question for herself, knowing Beca might feel self-conscious about their daughter noticing her unusual personality.

Beca is the one to break the silence. “Do you ever think about having another kid?”

Her question makes Chloe’s thud harder, and she lifts her head from Beca’s shoulder to look at her. “Do you?”

Beca snickers. “I asked first.”

“Yeah, I do,” Chloe replies with a smile. “I’ve actually been experiencing quite the baby fever ever since Samuel was born.” Her godson, Aubrey’s four months old baby boy. “We still have three vials from Spencer’s sperm donor.”

Beca looks at her with sparkling eyes. “Are you okay with carrying again?”

“I am, but are you sure you don’t want to?” She knows Beca is sceptical, concerned about giving their baby autism even though Chloe has assured her many times it wouldn’t be a problem if that were the case.

“Yes. I’ve given it some thought and-- I just don’t see myself being pregnant.”

“Okay,” Chloe agrees quietly, reaching up to cradle Beca’s cheek. She kisses her softly, grinning. “I’m really excited.”

“Me, too.”

Chloe’s been acting weird ever since they left Beca’s work Christmas party.

She doesn’t say anything on the cab ride back, and heads directly to their bedroom when they reach home. Beca pays the sitter and goes to check on Spencer to make sure she’s still asleep.

“Chlo?” She calls out softly as she lingers in the bedroom doorway, watching for a moment as Chloe takes off her earrings and her watch. Her confusion only enhances when Chloe doesn’t answer, triggering a wave of anxiety. She’s never been good at picking up on other people’s emotions, but after living over a decade with Chloe, she can tell when something is off. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Chloe mutters. She reaches behind her to undo her zipper, but can’t quite reach. “Can you give me a hand?”

Beca crosses the room to step behind her, dragging the zipper down. She searches Chloe’s eyes in the mirror, bracing her hands over Chloe’s upper arms. “Talk to me? Please?”

“She likes you,” Chloe eventually provides, turning around and sitting on the edge of her vanity. “It’s pretty obvious to anyone watching.”

“W-who does?”

“Amanda,” Chloe says. Beca’s new assistant at the label. “She was flirting with you all night.”

“I…” Beca’s eyebrows knit together as she thinks back to the party. “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.” She sighs, her eyes softening as she slides her hands into Beca’s. “And I don’t want to be jealous, because I know you’re just oblivious when it comes to that sort of stuff, but it’s not… exactly easy to watch someone so attractive flirt so openly with your wife.”

Guilt coils in Beca’s belly. “I’m sorry, I-I had no idea.”

“I know that, and I don’t want you to beat yourself up for it, alright? I’m sorry I gave you the cold shoulder instead of telling you right away. I think my pregnancy hormones are just making me more possessive than usual.” She scrunches up her nose. “I was ready to pounce on the woman.”

Beca giggles at the imagery, leaning forward and burying her face into Chloe’s neck. Her arms wrap loosely around her wife’s waist as she remains close for a few beats, basking in her proximity.

“I’ll talk to her,” she murmurs. “Let her know I’m definitely not interested.”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable to do that?”

Beca lifts her head, grimacing. “Can’t I write her a card?”

Chloe’s laughter chases away that guilt and Beca finally relaxes. “Sure.”

Beca’s hand curves around the gentle swell of Chloe’s belly. “You said Amanda was attractive but I frankly have no clue what she was even wearing because I was too obsessed with how beautiful you looked tonight. I honestly don’t even remember what she and I talked about.” She kisses Chloe gently, resting her forehead against hers. “I love you. Every time I think about you throughout the day, which happens a lot by the way, I feel like I need to pinch myself. Sometimes I think about seventeen-year-old me watching people date in high-school and feeling sad that she’d never get to know that. I wish I could go back to tell her that it’s all going to be okay, that somewhere down the line, she’ll meet this incredible human being who won’t make fun of her for not being able to talk, someone who will be amazingly patient and understanding with her aspie side and who will love her with her whole heart.”

Beca sometimes has trouble finding the right words, but not tonight. They just pour out of her heart, like they often do when it comes to Chloe.

“Bec,” Chloe croaks out, reaching up to cradle her jaw. Her eyes are misty with unshed tears and she puffs out a breath. “You suck for making me cry.”

Beca laughs, pressing a few kisses to Chloe’s exposed collarbone as she hugs her. “Let’s go to bed, wife.”

Chloe is completely and utterly exhausted, but the happiness radiating through her whole body makes it totally worth it.

She glances down to Elliot, rubbing her palm over his stomach. “Are you ready to meet your big sister?”

The door opens a couple minutes later, Beca walking in with Spencer. The six-year-old gasps softly, her eyes alight with wonder as Beca picks her up so she can take her first look at her baby brother.

“He’s got the same hair as me,” she observes with a smile. Chocolate hair, like Beca. Spencer had Chloe’s eyes, and Chloe was looking forward to finding out which shade their little boy would end up sporting. “He’s so little, Mommy.”

“He is,” Chloe murmurs. “Do you wanna hold him?” Spencer’s head bobs up and down in an excited nod. “Alright, go sit in the chair over there.”

Beca sets her down and grabs the nursing pillow off the foot of Chloe’s bed, setting it on Spencer’s lap once she’s all settled. She carefully plucks the newborn from Chloe’s arms and sets him down on the pillow, crouching in front of the chair as she keeps her hand under his head to support it. “What do you think, Spence?”

“He’s so cute,” Spencer gushes, her reaction bringing fresh tears to Chloe’s eyes. She grabs her phone off the table and snaps a few pictures of her family, smiling widely. “When’s he coming home?”

“In a couple days,” Beca says. “We might need your help to read him stories or sing him to sleep.”

Spencer nods dutifully. “K.”

Compared to Spencer, Elliot is a heavy sleeper so far, which is pretty great because Chloe feels like she could sleep for days. She wakes up bleary eyed one afternoon after a nap, her son or wife nowhere in sight.

Following the soft voices and coos carrying from the living room, Chloe ventures down the hall, stopping in the doorway as a soft smile slips on her lips.

Elliot is chilling on his playmat while Beca and Spencer color on the floor next to him, oblivious to Chloe’s presence.

Chloe observes them for a moment, her heart fit to burst as she realizes how perfect her little family is, and how far Beca has come.

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Family Reunion

Series Masterlist

Plot: The First Order catches up to the Solos and chaos ensues, along with surprising revelations and run-ins.

Warnings: Light violence and angst galore.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Surprise! Two chapters in one week! I was motivated to finish this one so that I could start on the next one. Enjoy!

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“What do you mean you’re leaving?!”

 “Uncle Luke says he wants me to train as a Jedi. Can you believe it?”

Ben was 14 and Y/n 11 when Luke Skywalker paid the Solos a visit to their home on Chandrila. They didn’t see their uncle often but when he came, he came with plenty of stories to tell. But this time, Luke had come to have a private discussion with Han and Leia before pulling Ben into it as well. Y/n had had her ear pressed against the door of her mother’s office trying to hear their conversation before remembering the door was soundproof. She waited anxiously in their kitchen, listening to C3-PO drone on about something she didn’t care about enough to remember. A while later Ben exited, looking simultaneously excited and sorrowful, and took her out to the backyard.

“But-but you can’t just leave! What about me and Mom and Dad and Chewie?” she cried, gesturing to their home.

“Y/n, this is something I have to do. You know how badly I want to be a Jedi and now I have the chance.” Ben responded, “And you can too.”  Y/n’s brows drew together, “What are you talking about?”

“Tell Uncle Luke that you can use the Force, he’ll want to train you too!” Ben said, hope rising in his voice.

Y/n groaned and covered her face with her hands, “Ben, what have I been telling you for years? I don’t want these powers, I didn’t ask for them and I don’t want anybody to know!”  “I don’t understand why you want to keep this hidden. If you use them right, they’re nothing to be afraid of. And if you came, we wouldn’t have to be separated.” Ben argued, gesturing between the two of them.

“Last time I used them, I slammed you into a control panel. They are most definitely something to be afraid of, and I’m not going to risk hurting anyone again.” Y/n replied, ‘I love you Ben, I don’t want you to go but I can’t follow you.”  Ben shook his head and his eyes bore into her, “You’re being selfish, you could become something great and you’re choosing to sit here and do nothing. Never mind the fact that I’m asking you to come with me and-  “BEN, DROP IT! I’M NOT GOING!” Y/n yelled, probably loud enough for their family to hear from inside.

Brother and sister glared at each other, silently facing off in a battle that nobody would win. Deep down, Ben was scared at the prospect about being without her by his side. And deep down, Y/n wanted to go with him and train. She wanted to learn about the Force and how to control her powers. She also didn’t want her and Ben to be separated, she couldn’t remember a life without her brother.

Finally, a tearful Y/n broke and closed the distance between them in a desperate hug, “Please don’t leave me.”  Ben sighed and tried to keep his tears at bay, but he couldn’t control his emotions when it came to his sister. He pulled her tight in his arms and the siblings sobbed together, dreading the near future in which their family would be split apart.

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Luke gave Ben one last week with his family before returning to collect him. Han still had reservations about sending their son away, but Leia was convinced that Luke could provide Ben knowledge they couldn’t. She was also sure that he could prevent and protect Ben from going down the road their own father had. Y/n was the only one who was wholly convinced it was a terrible idea, even if it was for her own selfish reasons of not wanting him to leave. But she knew Ben was strong with the Force and that he had potential to be a great Jedi, he could be what she was too scared to be.

So with tears shed, a bag packed and a promise to come back a Jedi, Ben Solo left home.

Communication wasn’t allowed so Y/n became very lonely, 3PO and Chewie couldn’t fill the hole in her life Ben had left. Till one night when she was reading in her room, she felt her brother calling out to her through the Force. He was trying to reassure her that he was okay and still with her. From there on out, though they couldn’t properly converse, they’d reach out to let each other know they were there.

Y/n grew up becoming a contradictory combination of her father and mother. She was strong-willed, independent and diplomatic like her mother, yet reckless, sarcastic and blunt like her father. She assisted Leia with political matters, accompanying her to senate hearings the older she got and enjoyed learning how the government worked. But she loved learning to fly and fire a blaster just as much when she’d return home to Han and Chewie. She’d even begun to use the Force in her everyday life, just small things like levitating a book or pen towards her. She knew Ben would call it a waste of her powers but if this was the speed of learning she was comfortable with, he’d have to get over it.

One night, when she was 20, she woke up gasping as if the air had been stolen from her lungs. For once, she hadn’t been awoken by the usual daunting dream that plagued her. There hadn’t been anything but an overwhelming feeling that something was terribly wrong, naturally she reached out to Ben to make sure he was okay.

There was no answer.

He always answered her. Day or night, he always made sure she knew he was there. She kept trying, calling his name out continuously as if trying to get his attention. Nothing. Y/n knew she was strong enough in the Force to trust her instincts, if she thought something was wrong with Ben then there probably was. That was enough for her to jump out of bed, start dressing herself and tiptoeing out of her room. Her parents wouldn’t allow her to go so she saw no point in alerting them to her departure, the same went for Chewbacca and 3PO.

She quietly exited the house unnoticed and navigated her way through the pitch black night using a flashlight. She knew what ship would get her to Ben faster, though she knew her Dad would probably disown her for flying it. Without a second thought, she pushed the button to lower the ramp to the Falcon and entered it. Y/n had flown it a few times with supervision and co-piloted for her father several times. But never on her own to an unknown location at night, but there was a first time for everything. She didn’t even know the coordinates of where Uncle Luke had set up his training academy, just that it was somewhere on Yavin 4. She settled in the captain’s chair and powered the ship up before closing her eyes, reaching out to Ben one last time. No answer.

“Alright, then I’m coming to you…” she muttered to herself as she brought the ship off the ground and into the night sky, “Please be okay, Ben…”

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“Where the hell are they?!” I exclaimed, Finn and my dad shaking their heads in confusion.

“I left Rey in the bar, I thought she’d go back to you guys,” Finn explained.

“Bee must’ve followed her, I can’t believe I took my eyes off of him.” I chastised myself, Poe was going to rise from the grave and kill me for losing his droid.

“Han, Y/N, follow me!” Maz ordered from a few steps above us, our party quickly turned and followed her back into the castle. She led us through the mostly emptied bar and down the dark hallway I’d seen her disappear into earlier. We headed down a large staurcase into a dimly lit, slightly ominous room with a small chest at the end of it. Maz ran ahead of us and opened it, pulling out an object,

“I kept it locked away.”

Dad looked like he’d been transported back in time, “Where did you get that?”  “I-is that...?” I stuttered as I stared at the lightsaber, shining as if it was brand new.

“Another story for another time,” Maz answered quickly before turning to Finn and placing the weapon in his hands, “Take it, find your friend!”

Clearly it would be a while till we heard her tale as the castle shook. It had just taken heavy fire, and it wasn’t hard to guess from who...

“Those beasts!” Maz exclaimed, “They’re here!”

“Shit,” I whispered, “We have to find Rey and BB-8, now!”

The five of us headed back up the staircase, me, Chewie and Dad heading up first with blasters drawn. What we emerged to see was a conplete 180 from the scene we’d left only moments ago. First Order ships were roaming the sky, shooting what remained of Maz’s once beautiful castle. Dad pulled me out from under the debris and placed himself as a human shield in front of me. He shot at incoming troopers to his right, while I took down the ones to our left.

“Come on Chewie!” Dad yelled as the three of us made our way through the rocky battlefield.

“Remember when I was a kid,” I yelled as we ran through the architectural wreckage, “And you used to tell me stories about fighting in the war?”

“Yeah?” Dad yelled back as we dodged enemy fire.  ”And I said I wanted to fight the bad guys with you one day?” I continued, loud enough to still be heard over the overhead TIE.

We dove behind a large chunk of debris just as a shot was only a few feet away from taking us out of the game for good. I slammed my back against the piece of rock panting,

“Not as fun as I thought it was going to be.” I remarked, causing my father to laugh before resuming firing.

We formed a barricade of sorts, me and Dad each taking a side while Chewie stood between us so we were covered from all angles. Good news was that we all knew what we were doing so there weren’t many close calls. The three of us worked together like a well oiled machine and if we weren’t fighting for our lives, I’d start to ache for the days where we weren’t separated.

“Hey,” Dad motioned to Chewie’s bow caster, “Can I try that?”

Chewe handed it to him and Dad peeked out from behind our cover to take a shot, sending troopers flying back a couple feet.

“I like this thing.” Dad remarked, handing the weapon back to Chewie as I scanned the battlefield for Finn. I was shocked to see him taking troopers down one by one with the lightsaber. He was surprisingly good for someone who’d never picked one up. Until one came at him with an electric mace and Finn had to swing wildly to dodge him.

I took off running, ignoring my dad and Chewbacca yelling my name. I trusted them to cover me as I crossed the field to Finn. He was simply outmatched against the trooper who had just shocked him with his weapon and sent Finn flying back. From the angle I was coming at, I was going to be right behind the trooper, allowing me the element of surprise. He was raising his mace above Finn, ready to kill and not simply injure. Without thinking, I holstered my blaster and unlatched my lightsaber from the inside of my jacket before igniting it. I took hold of the Stormtrooper’s shoulder and pulled him back into the blue blade, the end sticking out of his chest. Once I was sure he was dead, I pulled the blade out and wrenched him to the side to reveal a stunned Finn staring up at me. I deactivated the saber and latched it back inside my jacket before helping my friend up,

“Don’t mention this to a soul.”

Finn nodded passively as he tried to catch his breath, we turned to see my dad and Chewbacca jogging towards us. They wore the same shocked expressions Finn did and I realized that it was highly likely my secret was out of the bag.

“You guys okay?” Dad asked, Finn and I nodded.

“What are the odds you guys didn’t see that?” I inquired, my dad opened his mouth to respond, “Y’know what, never mind...”

Before anyone could say anything else, a battalion of troopers surrounded us with blasters drawn.

“Don’t move,” one of them ordered, “TK-338, we have targets in custody!”

A few came forward and ripped our weapons out of our hands, I had to stop from launching myself at them when they took Luke’s lightsaber from Finn. Luckily, they didn’t know that mine was still safely with me. Unfortunately, I knew it was a stupid idea to try and fight my way out of this. We put our hands behind our heads and the troopers began leading us away. We still didn’t have Rey or BB-8 with us. We’d failed, no, I’d failed. Failed my mother, failed Poe, failed the Resistance, failed the galaxy...Not only that but I’d managed to drag Finn, my father and Chewie into this and was now marching them toward their death. I’d never felt so defeated in my life. The First Order would find BB-8 somehow, they’d get the map and they’d probably kill Luke. I had singlehandedly doomed the galaxy to-

“It’s not your fault, kid,” Dad mumbled to me quiet enough so the troopers wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, it is...” I replied dejectedly.

We hadn’t gotten that far before one of the troopers announced they were getting some sort of reading. The one leading us shouted orders for the battalion to move and most of them ran ahead of us. I looked out onto the nearby lake to see off in the distance, a line of ships were skimming the water. I grinned and waited for them to get closer, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing,

“It’s the Resistance.”

The X-Wing fleet extended their wings and rose to meet the TIE’s that were coming in their direction. The shooting began and I chuckled, I didn’t see one shot even graze one of our ships. The First Order was definitely screwed when it came to our pilots, they were incredible. As one of the X-Wing’s got closer, the troopers around us took aim and the ship fired single fatal shots at each of them. The four of us hurried to find our respective weapons and started taking out troopers. I opted for my blaster instead of the lightsaber, I didn’t need any of our pilots seeing that from the skies and having questions. Finn had grabbed one of the Stormtrooper’s blasters and I had to admire the irony of the moment. The very weapon he’d been taught to use against people like me was now being used to take down his former organization. It only made me have more admiration for my new friend, Poe had been right to trust him.

As we fired back at the troopers, I heard an X-Wing soar right above me. I looked up to see the ship take out two TIE’s while trailing a third, though it only lived a few seconds more. The X-Wing then blasted three troopers nearby before doing a showman style loop and taking out more TIE’s. It was strangely beautiful to watch. I breathlessly laughed, Finn cheered and yelled,  ”That’s one hell of a pilot!”  I’d only ever seen that style of flying, reckless yet somehow perfectly executed, from one person...And it was an impossibility that it could be him.

The troopers were almost completely eliminated so I went to find my dad. There was one he didn’t see coming but already had their gun aimed at him, I shot my arm out and ended his pursuit. Dad whipped around and came to meet me, pulling me into his arms, 

“You good?”  ”Yeah,” I pulled away to examine him, “You?”  He froze suddenly, his gaze no longer on me and trained on something else. I turned to see one of the last things I’d wanted or expected to see.

My brother carrying a limp Rey onto his ship.

Time itself had stopped, my ears rang blocking out the sound of X-Wing and TIE fire. Underneath the menacing looking mask rested the person I’d once loved most in the galaxy. This was the closest I’d been to him in years and out of familial instinct, I let go of my father and took a step towards him. He had Rey, he couldn’t leave with her and I couldn’t lose her. A step was the furthest I got as my dad pulled me back and kept a firm grip,

“Y/n, no...”

I fought against him as much as I had the strength to, but knew it was a waste of energy. He wasn’t about to let me get killed for a momentary lapse in judgement, he couldn’t lose both his children. I knew I wouldn’t be able to save Rey, I’d have to wait till we got back to base and figure something out. For now, I rested against my father’s chest and let myself feel like a small child again. The two of us watched Ben disappear into his ship and it fly off, taking what little comfort we could find in one another.

 “NO!! REY!!”

Finn’s voice broke me out of my stupor and I groggily turned to see him standing a couple hundred feet away from us. He spotted us and ran over, I broke from my father to meet him in the middle.

“He took her. Did you see that? He took her! She’s gone!”

“I know, I know...” I replied, gripping Finn’s arms to stabilize the both of us, “We’ll get her back, hey, look at me.”

His eyes met mine tearfully, “We’re gonna get her back.” I enforced.

Y/N! Finn!

We both turned to see BB-8 rolling towards us as fast as he could,

“Bee!”

I kneeled down to meet him, holding his round body to mine as he let out a round of happy beeps. At least we hadn’t lost everyone, and we hadn’t lost what we had of the map. Overhead, a Resistance transport was preparing to land and I knew who would be waiting on the other side of its doors. I jogged over towards its landing spot and saw my dad and Chewie waiting ahead of me. The transport doors opened and soldiers began filing out, giving me nods and acknowledgements as they went to survey the damage.

And in the middle of the landing party was my mother.

My body instantly relaxed, I’d never been so happy to see her in my life. Even though everything was falling apart and my heart was broken, my mother’s warm presence made it feel like we’d be okay. Then again, she’d just made eye contact with my father for the first time in six years. Things stood a chance at being very very not okay. I watched them from a distance, it was if they were trying to communicate six years of emotions into one long gaze. It was heartbreakingly beautiful in a way...

“Goodness! Han Solo!”

Until someone ruined it.

“It is I, C3-PO! You probably don’t recognize me because of the red arm,” he droned on before turning to my mother, “Look who it is, did you see who?”

Mom raised her eyebrows at him, a small smile playing on her lips. Though I loved the droid dearly, subtlety was not his strong suit...

“Mistress Solo! Oh, how wonderful it is to see you again,” he announced as he waddled his way to me, “When you and Commander Dameron did not report back to base we feared the-“

“It’s good to see you too, 3PO.” I greeted, patting his colorful arm as I walked past him to meet my mother. I’d missed the interaction between my parents but I was renewed by the sight of Chewbacca embracing Mom. Once she caught me out the corner of her eye, she separated from him. She pulled me into her arms the same way she had when I was a child, I let myself crack and began crying into her shoulder.

“Mom...” I whimpered, she stroked my hair and kissed the side of my head.

“We saw him, Leia...” Dad said, “I saw our son.”

I pulled back to dry my wet eyes and saw my mom’s face. She didn’t look entirely shocked, but she was definitely stunned. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d only missed him by maybe a minute.

Mom took hold of my arms gently, “Is BB-8 still with you?”

“Yeah,” I turned to see him sitting to the side engaged in conversation with 3PO.

She smiled softly and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, “Good, let’s get back to base. We’ve got work to do.”

“I’ll ride back on the Falcon, meet you there.” I answered, squeezing her hand and parting ways to join my dad. Chewie and BB-8 followed us. I whistled in Finn’s direction, who turned to face me,

“You wanna come help save the galaxy?”

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“You sure these are the right coordinates?”

“Considering I live there, pretty sure...”

I finished punching the numbers into the Falcon before settling into the co-pilot’s seat next to Dad. Chewie was uncharacteristically lax about giving up his position and was resting in the back. But he knew how long it had been since I’d flown with my father, he could give it up for one day.

“All good?” Dad asked.

“Ready when you are.” I replied, eyes already on the thin layer of grey, smoky clouds in front of us. I felt bad for leaving Maz but she insisted we needed to go immediately. I was sure though that our paths would cross again.

Dad lifted the ship off the ground and steered us into the sky before jumping to lightspeed. I was too deep in my mind to really notice the stars whizzing by us, a sight I usually loved. Losing Poe, losing Rey, seeing Ben, using my lightsaber again...A little too much had happened in one day for my taste. Plus, I was about to have my second awkward conversation with my father in the past hour.

“...So about the, uh, thing you saw me do...Back there...” I stretched out my sentence as I leaned back in my seat.

“Yeah, that.” he replied, focused on adjusting controls.

“Um, I need you to not tell Mom about it. She kinda doesn’t know I can do...that.”

He sighed and after punching a few buttons, rotated his seat to face me, “Why don’t you want her to know?”

“Dad, come on,” I said before scoffing, “Mom hasn’t exactly had luck with her family members and the Force.”

Dad chuckled dryly, “Kid, you couldn’t be like them if you tried.”

“And I don’t,” I responded, “But does she really need that worry? That stress? Of another one of her kids holding a double edged sword? I can’t do that to her and I’m sorry that you have to live with that knowledge now!”

I hadn’t realized how loud my voice had grown till Dad put his hands on my knees to calm me, “Honey...”

I took a deep breath and leaned forward to place my hands over his, “I don’t like having this...talent, power, whatever you want to call it. Our family knows first hand the good and bad of the Force and I don’t want to be a part of it. Any of it.”

Dad’s face flickered with flashbacks, some I wasn’t alive for and some I was all too present for. I felt awful that he knew about me and now had to carry the weight. Yes, my main reasons for keeping my secret were selfish, but that didn’t mean I didn’t also care about my parents knowing. There weren’t many things that could remain hidden from my mother, but I’d been able to keep her in the dark about this since childhood. It had to stay that way.

“Fine, I won’t tell her. I’ll pass the message onto Chewie too. But I don’t like any of this.” Dad conceded reluctantly, turning back to the control panel.

I smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you. I’m gonna go check on Finn.”  ”Alright, and hey,” I stopped before I’d left the cockpit and turned back to him, “I meant it. You’re not like your brother, Y/n. You could never be.”

Smiling bittersweetly, I nodded and left him to his own thoughts. I knew he’d need a few minutes to himself before he was thrown back into the role of Han Solo, Living Legend. I snorted at the thought as I headed back to the lounge and found Finn sitting on the edge of the bunk. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed I’d entered the room, no doubt his mind focused on Rey.

I knocked on a wall as not to startle him, “Shouldn’t be too much longer till we land.”  ”Good.” He replied, nodding almost mechanically towards me. I came to join him, leaving a little space between us,

“We’ll get her back.”  Finn sighed heavily and rubbed his hands together anxiously, “Even if nobody else comes with me, I’m going to get her.”

I furrowed my brows, “I’m not going to be chased by Stormtroopers, take down TIE Fighters, run from Rathtars and become fugitives with the girl only to leave her now. We,” I gestured between the two of us, “are going to get her.”

He gave a small smile, “Thank you, Y/n. You’re a good friend.”

I put an arm around his shoulders, “Glad to know we’re that.”

Finn looked like he was wrestling with whether or not to say something as he mimicked my posture, “I know, uh, I didn’t know him long but I’m sure Poe would be proud of you.”  I tried not to stiffen at his words, but it was inevitable. Poe’s death was a fresh wound that no matter how much gauze I put on it, still bled through. Now we were headed back to the one place where every inch reminded me of Poe. As his closest friend, I’d probably have to be the one who went into his room and take care of his possessions. I’d have to walk through the hanger and see the other pilots, I’d probably mistake a few for him. I’d have to lay in my bed and try not to remember his arms around me.   ”Y/n, I need you up here.” Dad called out.

I squeezed Finn’s shoulder and we released each other, I jogged up to the cockpit.  ”We’re about ten minutes out. If you want your secret kept, take over while I go talk to Chewie.”

“Got it,” I replied as I took his seat as he went to find the Wookie. I didn’t need to adjust any controls, just sit and dread what I was about to experience.

I’d have most of his things taken back to Kes on Yavin 4. I’d deliver them and break the news myself. The first time meeting the man and I’d be telling him his son was dead...I didn’t want to think about how difficult that day would be.

I’d keep some things for myself, I wanted a few physical reminders of his existence. I’d steal a few of his shirts and keep them in a separate drawer of my dresser so they wouldn’t lose their smell. I’d take one of his leather jackets too, though it would be rather big on me.

I’d see if BB-8 could be transferred over to me, I’d loved him long before our madcap adventure but now? I needed to make sure Poe’s droid was taken care of and I didn’t trust anybody enough with him. Hell, if needed I would pull rank and make sure he stayed with me.

I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d be able to handle it or not, but maybe I’d move into Poe’s room. His quarters weren’t too far away from mine so if Mom needed me, I was still close by. I hated the idea of some random person moving into his room, taking over the space that was rightfully Poe’s. Maybe it would hurt too much, or maybe it would help in some way.

Suddenly I wished I was on the other side of the galaxy. I’d spent all day trying to process it, but Poe’s death was about to feel real.

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Friendly Encounters- Chapter Ten

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Smut, Fluff

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Graphic Depictions of sex, Homophobic Parents

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 10.9k

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

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Graduation day came rather quickly so as soon as you were done receiving your diploma, your father took you out to get some ice cream from your favorite ice cream shop. Jimin and Yoongi were also there, they made sure to stay out of sight since your father had no idea they were so involved in your life.

After that, he drove straight home so you could grab your things and go for an afterparty-sleepover at your friend’s house. What neither of your parents knew was that you were also going to another afterparty, at a nearby jock’s house.

You made sure to keep it a secret from your parents, and Jimin and Yoongi didn’t even know. They didn’t have to, you can still keep things from them. You have the right to secrets, all though it’s probably not the smartest idea for you to be sneaking out to another boy’s house in the middle of the night.

You and a few other girls get changed in the bedroom, slipping into some party casual wear before sneaking out the window. You finally reach the party, your hair tucked behind your ears to reveal your diamond earrings, another gift your father got for you.

“Hey Y/N. Looking good.” The host of the party checks you out, and you can’t help but blush as no boy has ever given you a compliment before. Besides your boyfriends.

“Thanks, how are you doing by the way? We haven’t been able to talk in quite a while, right?” He nods, before waving over a group of jocks.

“Yeah, let’s catch up later.” You watch as they start playing ball on the grass like a couple of dogs. Boys will always be immature, no matter how old they get.

“Hey, Y/N, there’s someone I want you to meet,” One of your friends gestures for you to come over as you cross the field, avoiding the football as the boys run after it like headless chickens. You finally reach the other side, seeing a handsome man seated next to her. “This is my boyfriend.”

“Hi, you can call me Finch. I have a stupid first name so that’s better.” He explains as you shake hands with him. The guy has a tight grip, definitely level-headed. You can tell a person’s character traits just from shaking their hands, so reading Finch is no problem.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You introduce yourself just as a crowd starts blocking the balcony door. You were currently standing in the backyard, which had a pool, a hot tub, and blaring music. It was a pretty stereotypical party.

“Oh cool, the chaperone arrived. Caleb’s parents wouldn’t let him throw a party unless he had adult supervision even though we’re all legally adults, so he just invited his brother in-law. Well, his previous brother in-law anyways. His older sister passed away a couple of years ago. Her husband still visits their family though, insisting that it’s his job to look after them since she isn’t here.” The sudden rush of information seems too familiar for you to not draw the conclusion that the person Finch is talking about is none other than-

“JIN!!!” You hear Caleb’s voice boom from the back as he runs over and picks up the man to carry him over his shoulder like he’s a rag doll.

“Hey kid, put me down. I need to scope out this party so I can make sure the vibes are right. That’s what my crush told me to do, at least,” He pulls out his phone to show his brother a checklist. You were freaking out, half worrying about Jin telling your boyfriends that you were here and half worried about Jin leaking the fact that you’re dating two boys at the same time to your entire student body. You knew it was going to be negative either way, so you hid in plain sight.

When Jin finally walked over to your general area, you just happened to be making a pizza run. And so, you ran into him. “Whoa, you’re here? It’s a small world. What were the odds that you were friends with my dead wife’s younger brother?” You cringe at his word choice as he rubs his neck sheepishly, equally regretting the wording of that question as well.

“Pretty high, I guess. Listen up Jin, I need you to pretend like you don’t know me any more than just a customer. I don’t want anyone to know about my dating Jimin and Yoongi. Just say I’m a regular at your coffee shop, that’s all.” Jin nods, accepting the message more easily than you expected. You bite off a good chunk of pizza before proceeding to sit down and continue talking to your friends for the rest of the night.

༻• At Home •༺

You arrive back at your house approximately around 1 pm. When Jimin and Yoongi see you again, however, your father is in the room with you, so you can’t just run into their arms like how you normally do. You simply just wait until you excuse yourself to “change” so that you could say hello and tell them everything in the comfort of your room, the one place your father never entered. This was your personal space, the one place you could be yourself.

Even as Jimin and Yoongi continue chatting away on your bed, you’re calm as you ever imagined you would be, since your father is back home just so he can “ask” you about college. Although, you already know you’re going to the college his friend’s son is going to, Pelard University. You personally wanted to study business, so you were content with that choice.

Your father wanted you to get married to a wealthy boy and that was that. Yet, you’ve learned what true love is, and experienced a healthy relationship where you don’t have to hide things. Not to mention, they also taught you that you can love two people at the same time and have a working relationship.

Although it’s not the most conventional, you love them both, so much. You’re just not sure if your dad would see it the same way. Your mother understood, listening to you as the three of you sat down and explained it to her, but the main reason why she was so worried was because of your dad. He’s so traditional, believing arranged marriage is the key to a successful future.

You hated that mindset, he isn’t open to change, especially since he goes out of his way to ignore Jimin and Yoongi since they’re an openly gay couple. You’d rather die than have your father figure out you were in the middle of their “homosexual relations.” He only referred to them as that, “homosexuals.” Even the term “gay,” was something he didn’t allow you to say when you were in the house.

“So, are you excited for your celebratory dinner tomorrow?” Jimin asks as you slip on a dress from your closet and you rush over to your vanity to do your hair and makeup. You go with a natural look, since your dad hates modern makeup.

“I am, but who said you’re going? My dad is gonna make you guys uncomfortable, and I don’t want you guys to spend a minute with him alone. I’m not risking it.” Jimin puts his hands on your shoulders.

“If you don’t fight back, how are you supposed to break free? He’s chained you, kitten. That’s why he bosses you around and makes you do things you don’t want to do. You’re going to college soon and at that point he couldn’t possibly force you to marry some guy you don’t even know, right?” You push all your school folders to the corner of your study table before dumping stray paper into the recycling bin. All while Jimin is still poking the elephant in the room.

“Jimin, can you please put a pin in this? Just like how you didn’t want to talk about your parents, I don’t want to talk about my father. It should be pretty clear to you now what he plans for my future education. I’m sure that even Yoongi figured it out. He hasn’t said a word since I stepped foot into the house.” Judging by his blank stare, you can tell it has nothing to do with you. Or maybe you hurt his feelings without realizing it?

“You know my parents are a sensitive topic. I understand it’s the same with your dad, but at least I had the courage to stand up to them and tell them my truth. Yoongi was one good thing that came out of it.” A part of your heart pangs with guilt since you couldn’t casually bravado your love for Jimin or Yoongi with your father present.

Another part is stirring, one that had been brewing inside of you ever since your father forced you to go to such embarrassing dinner parties with boys that were less than desirable. The worst part about all of this is that your boyfriends live under the same roof as you, but your father couldn’t be the slightest bit bothered to get to know them. In his eyes, they were both failures since they worked at a café.

“You want to talk about it? Sit down, we’ll get to that. Let me first ask Yoonie what’s going on with him.” You pull your swivel chair up to the bed, as your second boyfriend sits up with his phone in his hands, his tired expression telling you everything you need to know.

“Huh?” He rubs his eyes, which are dry and cracked as if he stayed up all night long.

“What’s up? You’re not acting like yourself. Did something happen?” You ask your blond haired boyfriend as he curls up in your blankets, hiding his face from the world.

“I was thinking about what you said, the plan that you wanted to set in motion. I worked overtime so I could get more funds and support you guys, like a shadow, almost. While you appear as the perfect couple to the outside world, I could pull the strings and make you shine brighter. I was curious as to what you were thinking, since it seems like you don’t want to go with the original plan, which was marrying Jimin.” You remember back to when Yoongi was out working that one night and Jimin asked you if he was bad at sex. You told him that you’re not marrying him, with the intention of something else entirely.

“Well, obviously I don’t want to be legally bound to only one of my partners. It’s unfair. And right now, it’s dangerous for poly triads to be together in the open, so I think we should get wedding bands and have a staged wedding. We can tell our closest friends and parents but most of all, we could be equal without having a spare partner left out. I just feel like I’m not giving you enough attention, Yoon. The truth is that I fell so madly in love with you both that I was scared that I’d have to choose. I don’t think I could.” You wipe your tears away with your palms as both of your boyfriends squeeze you in a group hug.

“Kitten, we’ve been together for as long as I can remember. What makes you think I’d make you choose between Jimin and me? We’re both in love with you and we’d never put you in such a situation. And the only reason I’ve been busier than usual is because I was collecting extra funds and putting in extra effort at work so I could save money for the honeymoon. Only the best for my babies.” Yoongi chuckles as Jimin affectionately nuzzles his neck and you press a warm kiss to his cheek. Now most of your worries about Yoongi have disappeared. Now that brings you to a new array of issues.

“Now that we have that out of the way, there’s something I want to ask you. How are you gonna explain to your dad that you don’t want to get married because you want to be equally committed to two partners in your life?” You tap your chin at Jimin’s question. Honestly, you’re just going to go with the most simple answer.

“I’ll tell him the truth. If he says no, I’ll tell him to suck it up because it’s my life. You’re right Jimin, standing up for what I believe in does make me feel better.”

“Right?” Yoongi casts a glare at his boyfriend as you turn on some light music and Jimin pulls you in for a kiss. You dance the night away with your boyfriends before switching off the light and crawling into bed between them both. As you drifted off to the land of dreams, you were plagued by the thoughts of what could go wrong with your confession to your father. You were never honest with him, and you don’t know how he’ll react, except for the fact that he’s gonna freak out when he discovers what’s actually going on between you and the boys.

After twisting and turning for a considerable amount of time, you find yourself relaxing and calming down as Jimin buries his head in the nape of your neck and Yoongi snuggles into your chest, boobs be damned. Luckily you aren’t on your period so your chest isn’t as sensitive today.

The next day goes by a lot slower than you expected, probably because your father drains the fun out of everything you do together. You don’t hate the guy, but he makes it a lot harder for you to like him when he has the personality of a rock.

“Jimin, you are not wearing a cowboy costume to the steakhouse.” You catapult onto the swivel chair, your forehead throbbing with a diminishing anxiety of tonight and all the ways it could go wrong.

“Oh come on, I was trying to cheer you up. Really, nothing?” You’re too worried to laugh at his shenanigans. “Maybe I should dye my hair a new color. Then you’ll be in for a real surprise.” He winks at you, making your heart flutter while stopping simultaneously. If he dyed his hair again, your father would probably think even less of him. He’s already not a fan of their relationship, so Jimin is already ruining their chances of being liked. You’re the one in a relationship, so it shouldn’t matter what others think of your boyfriends. Jimin and Yoongi won over your mom with their personalities, so why couldn’t they do the same with your dad? All they have to do is be themselves and if he doesn’t like them because he’s too petty to admit that they’re the world’s sweetest angels, they needn’t try any harder. They’re perfect just as they are.

“Please don’t dye it hot pink. The last thing we need is Y/N’s dad throwing a hissy fit because you aren’t setting a good example for his daughter.”

“Who said I was dyeing it an unnatural color?” Jimin smirks before you could ask anything else. You had no clue what he was planning as he dragged Yoongi back to their shared room and locked the door, preventing you from following them. You decide to open up your phone and scroll through Instagram to see what your other friends are up to.

Speaking of, it looks like Caleb will be working at the steakhouse at the same time your family’s going for your dinner. You just pray Jin won’t show up and ruin everything even though he said he wouldn’t tell. You don’t want any hitches in the plan tonight.

You know quite a lot of people from your graduated class will be there, since some of the jocks and cheerleaders got together to celebrate their freedom from homework and other trivial things that regular teenagers worry about. You know that you already have a lot more worries, since you were juggling not one but two boyfriends, trying to keep your GPA above a 3.5, and even putting up with your father’s demands by sitting through all the awkward matchmaking dinners. Half the kids at your school didn’t even know how to make food, let alone sit through a dinner with younger boys ogling their covered breasts because they know they won’t be getting a taste of real pussy anytime soon.

You know tonight won’t be any different, since your father invited a colleague from work and he wanted you to meet his son. You feel slightly better knowing your boyfriends will be there, keeping an eye on you in case things go awry. Jimin and Yoongi knew once they heard you crying through the phone, that they would never let you experience that kind of humiliation ever again. Your mother has high hopes for you, since you seem to be breaking out of your shell and trying to make this relationship between Yoongi and Jimin work.

“Y/N, we’re driving you there. We got the clear from your parents, come on, Kit.”

“I’m coming Jim-” You’re blinded by his beauty. Beauty is not a term you can use for this, he’s just too perfect. Pink, plush lips lacquered with watermelon flavored gloss, with cheekbones highlighted by the shimmer powder from an expensive brand, and his eyebrows are so neatly spooled so that you can see every single individual strand uniformly cascading down his arch. Jimin is the definition of sex on legs, and you can’t believe that he is standing before you as he is. His normally blue silky smooth hair is sticking up, the pungent scent of hairspray filling your nostrils as he moves closer. His hair is a dark blue, much more closer to a natural black shade than ever. He looks picturesque, so handsome you just can’t tear your eyes away.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teases as you hiss at him playfully, lightly resting your hand on his plump butt.

“If you’re the cat, then yes. Also, when did I start dating a disney prince because damn.” An impish smile tugs at his lips as he pulls you to your feet, and he admires you even though you think you look like a sack of potatoes.

“You don’t look too bad yourself. Is that my sweatshirt?” You nod, playing with strings as your boyfriend affectionately kneads your shoulders.

“Oh God.” You freeze in Jimin’s arms as Yoongi appears in a casual pair of ripped skinny jeans and a plain white tee with a coat draping from his shoulder with a blue and orange patterned beanie draping from his newly dyed blond hair. It’s a different shade of blond, much lighter than the shade it was before. You could tell Yoongi was embarrassed by this, since he had a light blush dusting his cheeks and unlike Jimin, his posture was closed off. The way he carries himself is totally different. You still think he looks amazing, though. Both men look great, although you do make Jimin remove his pink sweater that he tied around his neck as a fashion statement. They both look handsome and ethereal while you still feel like you could look so much better. It’s a casual outing though, so you know you don’t have to worry about dressing up. Especially if you’re eating burgers and fries.

“Exactly what she said. You look amazing, Yoonie.” Jimin says something in Korean but from all your lessons that you had from him so far, the only thing you understood was “you” and “Yoonie.” You were terrified about everything failing that you failed to see the good sides, too. If all goes as planned, you would be walking out of here with all of your limbs still intact, and leaving the restaurant with the number of boyfriends you started with. Knowing Yoongi’s personality, he might not hit it off well with your father at first. After all, when you met him, he was always throwing dirty looks your way and being cautious around you because Jimin liked you more than he should like his female friends.

“Shall we go?” You ask, cutting through their moment for a minute. You didn’t want to waste any more time.

“Right. We’re going to have dinner with your parents, and your parents’ friends.” You clench your jaw, clear dislike in Yoongi’s tone as he walks ahead of you and Jimin.

“Sorry about him. He’s just mad because he wanted to bond with your parents. He’s not much of a people person, so…”

“Jiminie, it’s alright. He didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, he has every right to be mad. I would be too if one of your guys’ family brought in a guest despite you planning everything just for yourselves.” Jimin looks after Yoongi in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. You know it’s stupid, but you still can’t help feeling a little left out. Even now, as your boyfriends take the front seats and you’re sitting in the back, it’s so easy to forget that someone as insignificant as you has a place in their relationship. They’ve been together much longer than you’ve known them, that itself should be a sign that you aren’t the match for them. They’re just too high up for you to reach them. Of course, you’re never gonna tell them this.

Dinner is served, finally, and after an awkward 20 minutes of waiting for the Min family, you are introduced to their third youngest son, Noah Min. As soon as they walked into the restaurant, Yoongi’s eyes widened. His normally blank face was twisted into something more fear-filled.

“What are they doing here?” He hisses as Jimin tries to calm him down.

“We’re right here, you know? So rude, even after all these years you still never learned your place, did you Yoongi boy?” The woman who is the wife of Mr. Min, your father’s colleague, turns to Yoongi, as if she’s known him her entire life. And then it hits you.

Yoongi’s surname is Min...these people are the Min family, you are being set up with someone from the family that kicked their son out so coldly.

“I know my place is not with you, that much is certain.” You stay silent, chewing on a single fry as you watch the madness unfold.

“I see you’re still with that dancer. Hi Jimin.” He waves to her awkwardly, adjusting his chair so he was closer to the table.

“So I see you know each other. Is this your son? He lives in our guest room with his boyfriend. I had no idea you were even related.” Your father casts an expressionless look at Yoongi, immediately making the raging inferno inside of you flare up. Jimin grips your hand under the table, reminding you not to create a scene.

“Well, we practically disowned him after he decided to fall into the devil’s hands and take on that lifestyle.” You stand up, finally done with the way his family was badmouthing him right in front of you like you couldn’t hear everything.

“Dad, I’m sorry but I can’t do this. I’m not gonna let anyone speak badly about my Yoongi.” With your little slip of the tongue, your secret is out in the open.

“Your Yoongi? Pray tell, is that how you youngins’ refer to each other or is there something we should know about?” Yoongi suddenly coughs, clearing his throat before nodding to you and Jimin. Whatever he was about to say, you would follow his lead.

“It’s true that I am still together with Jimin. What I didn’t expect is that Y/N would walk through the doors of that coffee shop that fateful day and carve a place in my heart. It’s true, in addition to being in a relationship with this man, I am in love with your daughter.” Your father’s eyes widen and you’re sure he burst a blood vessel because the vein popping out of his forehead is not a good sign.

While Yoongi’s family remains neutral, except for his brother who is shaking in his seat, your father is muttering curses underneath his breath while your mom tries to calm him down.

“Well, for once you don’t disappoint me. Maybe now you could give us grandkids. I mean, that’s the only thing we were really worried about since your older brothers decided not to have any children with their wives and your two younger sisters are still in high school...now we accidentally set your brother up with your girlfriend, or tried to.” His father bellows in an authoritative manner.

Yoongi is not the slightest bit intimidated. His posture screams confidence and refinement as your mouth waters at the very sight. Seeing him look so calm is a turn-on.

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe my brothers didn’t want kids to begin with and it’s none of your business judging them based on your shallow perception of reality? Your children don’t exist for you to control. I’m done being your little lapdog. I thought I said it then when I left the house but now I definitely want to make one thing clear: I don’t want anything to do with you.” He turns around and storms out of the restaurant, leaving you and Jimin worried about the rest. Tonight could not go any worse.

“Good riddance. The wife didn’t raise him right, that’s the problem.” Your father glares at you from across the table as Mr. Min continues talking out of his ass. You and Jimin decide to follow him, leaving the table in a hurry to track down your partner. You find him in the alleyway behind the employees entrance and a mysterious light is flickering over his head.

“Yoongi, you don’t have to come back. They don’t deserve to have you as a son.” You say as Jimin takes a seat beside him, despite getting dirt on his nice pants.

“Yeah. As much as it hurts, they are toxic and their goal is to crush your spirit.” Jimin says in a low voice, hanging his head down in anger. You can sense it, the slightest quiver in his consonants when he speaks, and how his breathing is a little bit ragged.

“I just never thought I’d see them again. I missed my mom, even if she seems cold now, she wasn’t always like that.”

“Yoongi…?” Before you can say anything else his lips are on yours, the warmth from his body heating yours. You felt a familiar fire in your core as he pulled away, clearly his mind wandering as you stare back at him with desire.

“Okay guys, that’s enough. Your families are in there, and they know about us. So, how about we just walk back in there and face them once and for all? I’m tired of running. Now that your dad knows, maybe he’ll come to understand you better.” Jimin sounds a bit annoyed, since you and Yoongi managed to change the mood so easily again.

“Let’s do this.”

༻• At Home •༺

“The three of you are dating?”

“Yes sir.”

“How long have you been seeing my daughter?”

“About six months, sir.”

“Have you forced my daughter into doing drugs, sexual activities, or exposing herself to fulfil your pervy desires?” Your boyfriends shake their heads as your father finishes interrogating them. “Alright, you’re free to go. Y/N, come here. I want to talk to you in private,”

You sit down beside your father, anxiety sky-high as you anticipate his every movement, analyzing his body language to think about what he might say next. Will he send you to Russia for college? Or maybe he will force you to marry that 12 year old who was too busy staring at your boobs to notice that it was well past his bedtime.

Maybe he might just kick you out like Yoongi’s parents did with him. The worst-case scenarios pop into your head as you bite your nails and rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. “As you know, I am very disappointed in you. However, I am glad you managed to find love on your own.”

“So you’re not mad?” You’re surprised by his tender reply, and how it almost seemed heartfelt, like he was recalling a pleasant memory. His eyes are filled with that mellow look you’ve only seen on Jimin when he gazes at Yoongi.

“No. Actually, I’m relieved. I never thought you’d find love on your own, that’s why I went through the trouble of arranging your love life for you. I’m your father first before anything else. This is just how things roll in our family. I’m sorry if you ever thought I was taking things away from you, I just want you to succeed and the only way I know how is pushing your limits.”

You’re surprised by his reply. You guess you did overexaggerate things just a smidge. Of course, some things are too good to be true but you wanted to believe that your father was a good guy, so you hugged it out and then went straight to bed.

Joined by Jimin and Yoongi in the middle of the night, the three of you cuddle until you’re warm again and you doze off to see a brighter tomorrow. Hopefully, you won’t have to face Yoongi’s family again.

“Morning dear, guess what? Pelard U sent you a new student pamphlet, isn’t that exciting?” Your mother is cheerful as always, handing you the envelope as you stretch your arms out.

“Sorry mom, I’m just having that weird tummy ache again,” You rest your hands on your belly as your mother glances at you strangely. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She quickly makes her way beside you, pretending to grab a fruit from the bowl in front of you as you rest your elbow on the counter.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that you’ve felt nauseated every day since last week? Maybe it’s time you took an at-home test. You know, just in case you might be-”

“Mom, no. I’m not pregnant, okay. I’d know if I was, like how you knew you were pregnant with me 18 years ago.” You yawn in between your sentence, deciding on stretching alongside the barstool at your kitchen island for support.

“Listen to me, the only way I knew is when I took this home test. Before getting a real test from the drug store, I did this test and then it came out positive. It’s the second-most accurate test in the world! If you are pregnant, you know I would support you, right? I don’t know much about your father though-”

“Mom, stop talking. Someone might hear you and ask us what we’re talking about. Drop it, I’m hungry. Maybe it’s just gas or period cramps.” You cut her off before she can say any more. You hated hearing her stories because it sounds so similar to how you, Jimin, and Yoongi are at the moment. There was a time when your parents were just a happy couple, carefree of the world around them. You know you’ll end up like them too someday, hopefully not disowning your daughter over something as petty as having multiple boyfriends at the same time (with their consent of course) unless she is cheating on a boyfriend she is supposed to have a closed relationship with. Or in case one of your daughters or sons confessed that they had a different sexual orientation than “straight.” Even now, you have a problem with assuming everyone you meet is straight, it’s hard when society forces heteronormativity on you.

You’ve only ever looked at men that way. Not because of what society tells you, but more of what your heart does. You’ve only ever had crushes on boys, felt attracted to boys, and chased after boys because of how you are. You know what you are, and no one can tell you otherwise.

“Hey guys I’m going out to the store today. Anyone want anything?” Your new black-haired boyfriend makes an appearance in his striking purple sweater and equally dazzling shoes. He looks like a highschooler, but a million times cooler than any of the boys you know. It’s only a bonus for you since your boyfriend puts as much effort into his looks as you take the effort to look good for him. It’s an equivalent exchange, you feel like you’re the best looking couple in the whole wide world.

“Y/N has the list. Stay safe, kids.” Your mom ushers you away as you grab Jimin’s pinkie and intertwine your fingers.

All you needed was Yoongi in between you and you’d be golden. Right now Yoongi was working a shift at Jin’s, since he said he was earning extra money for you anyways. You decided it would be a good time to set up the new equipment in Yoongi’s room, but you didn’t want to mess anything up so you turned to Jimin for help.

In return, you would have to help him buy groceries. That’s why you were at the store now, picking a pack of sausages and loading bacon into your cart. Jimin purses his plush pink lips as he runs his delicate fingers over his gelled hair. You see a guy checking him out from the corner of your left eye, paying him no mind as you loop your arm around his and rest your head on his shoulder like you always do. The public display of affection has the guy walking away immediately, seeing how bold you were in claiming your man so easily.

Speaking of, you were feeling more risky today so you turned to Jimin to help you explore your fantasies, since he was the center of nearly all of them anyways. (Excluding Yoongi, because the list would be endless if you included both of them)

“Next, we need car parts.” This is the most empty, deserted section of the store. You had no clue why Jimin needed to come here but you don’t question a thing when he pulls you in for a quick hug.

“What are we doing here? I don’t remember anything about car parts on the list.” Jimin smirks as you question him, his fingers playing with the belt loops on your shorts. Today your outfit was more summer-y, so Jimin wanted to take advantage of that.

“We’re not getting car parts. Wasn’t this on your bucket list?” It was. How did he know that?

“How do you-”

“-know that? Simple, I read your diary. I was bored, and I wanted to see what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours. So I read it, big whoop. Don’t worry, I’m just gonna fuck you here in the back of the store where no one can see us. There are no cameras around, and I’m sure no one is gonna come to this aisle either so just relax, baby.” A tight knot forms in your belly as he pulls down your shorts skillfully, pushing your panties down at the same time and revealing your plump ass to the world. Luckily there’s no one here to witness this.

“So wet for me already, I bet I don’t even have to prep you, I can just slide on in.” You let out a mewl as his cock makes contact with your ass, a pleasurable sensation between your cheeks alerting you that he was indeed slipping in. You feel a slight ache from the stretch, but as far as you’re concerned, that’s normal.

“Jimin, I’m so close.”

Thoughts of your conversation with your mother in the kitchen suddenly invade your mind, your orgasm disappearing as Jimin cums in your ass. You watch as his cockhead leaves behind white globs of baby juice, the same cum that probably did impregnate you. The possibility of having Jimin’s babies didn’t terrify you; it was actually comforting. What you were really scared about is what you would do in case you actually were pregnant. A baby isn’t a milkshake, or a coconut, or something to joke around about. Having a baby for a woman means the end of her freedom. That’s what you know from seeing your mother, and how sad she was that she got pregnant and started living for her child. You would have to repeat that process eventually as well, the thought occurs to you as Jimin smears his remaining cum around your cheeks and then pulls your panties and shorts back up like nothing happened.

“What happened? You normally cum so fast. It’s like the switch turned off.” Poor Jimin is left perplexed as he awaits an explanation as to what the hell just happened to you while you were in the middle of something you’ve always wanted to do.

You don’t know how to tell him. How do you tell someone you love that you think you’re pregnant with their baby?

You love Jimin, but was he ready to hear this?

“I think I should tell you when we get home. Come on, let’s check out.” He stops you as you start pushing the cart towards the next aisle, grabbing your arm firmly with a pout on his lips as you blankly look up at him.

“There’s no one here. You can tell me anything, I’m your boyfriend.” You knew he was too stubborn to let go of things here, so you decided to give up, for the sake of your sanity. He would drive you crazy if you didn’t spill the beans.

“You wanna know? This morning I felt sick again. I’ve been feeling this way every single day for the past week and I’ve opened my mind up to the possibility of being pregnant. It’s not a certainty, I haven’t taken a test yet, but I feel like there’s a reason why I feel nauseated every morning. And it’s not just bad burritos.” You giggle as Jimin pulls you into an embrace, reacting exactly as you hoped.

“Thank you for telling me. Just for that, I’m gonna buy three pregnancy tests from here so you can see your result and confirm or deny it. Easy as that, right?” You grab his arm, burying your face in his arm out of embarrassment as people passing by glance at your direction. Maybe you didn’t want to know and leave it up to fate? Then again you’ve heard horror stories about people giving birth in bathtubs and passing away from blood loss. On second thought, you didn’t want to think about having babies until you were at least 25.

“Is it your first kid?” The cashier is an old woman, she looks between you and Jimin as she scans the items one after another.

“Mmm, yeah.” She hands you the bags as you mutter a “thank you” to her and she quickly shrieks good luck at Jimin.

Both of you return the car, your head pounding more than usual. Today, your body just wasn't having it. You were also sweaty and sticky all over from your little rendezvous in the back of the store. You can’t believe you actually bent over and let Jimin do whatever he wanted for five minutes. He finished so fast you didn’t even have time to say “What the hell?” You don’t blame him, he was a little bit stressed when you went out for dinner only to find out that your dad unknowingly invited Yoongi’s rude family and you exposed your relationship with the two of them all in the span of one night.

You were expecting more, though. A rough, thorough fucking was needed in order to restore the peace. Jimin isn’t the type of guy to crawl between your legs and take you any time, even if he says he would, he’s acting out in the only way he knows how.

Way back when you first met, Jimin never had an off-day. Now you know that he probably took that frustration out on something—or rather someone else when he was stressed. You’ve never had that problem, since you were a Virgin up until Jimin ruined you with his perfect mushroom tip. The point is, once you do the deed, you can’t go back.

You craved sex, it has become a natural part of your relationship with Jimin and Yoongi. When their dicks aren’t buried inside of you, you’re using a sex toy Jimin bought for you to use as “training.” You’re sure Jimin feels the same way, even though he could just as easily rub one out, you wanted to take it into your own hands.

But first, you needed to surprise Yoongi. Jimin retrieves the boxcutter while you work on detangling wires in the back without unplugging them. You don’t want to make the mistake of accidentally deleting one of his songs, that plot is overused. Instead, you’re careful and with Jimin’s help, you finally attach the foam boards to the wall and fix up the high quality mic, which adds more of a professional look to Yoongi’s setup. With the last few touches, you’ve finished decorating Yoongi’s makeshift recording studio in the corner of the room.

“Done in a record of 30 minutes. Go us.” He gives you a high-five before belly flopping down into his bed.

“How long did it take for you to set up whatever was here?” You ask out of curiosity. It was unlike Jimin to procrastinate, but you know he also gets the day-to-day dose of fatigue like anyone else. Your boyfriend did a lot more things outside of work than anyone else you know. You’re glad he helped you set up Yoongi’s surprise anyways.

“I don’t know, maybe a month? Me and Yoongi were really lazy with unpacking since we’re used to moving around a lot. We got kicked out of our old apartment because the landlord found out we were a gay couple. She thought we were just friends but then when I explained it to her, she just pointed her index finger at the door and told us to get out.” You hated this behavior. No one should be discriminated against over something like that either. As long as it doesn’t concern them, people shouldn’t stick their noses into others’ business.

“I’m sorry Jiminie. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, you’re good. I might’ve stretched the truth a little. You see, we didn’t get kicked out because the landlord was homophobic, we got kicked out because Yoongi got a little too wild with his music and pissed off the neighbors. We had noise complaints every night! Ah, our lives were so different at 20.”

“Aren’t you 23?” You fold your arms, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as Jimin shushes you with his own. Right as your lips touch, the door flings open and in comes your other boyfriend. “Surprise!” You pull away from Jimin as Yoongi blankly fixates his gaze on you.

“Y/N, we need to talk. You too, Jimin. You need to hear this. Your mom just told me about the early morning sickness. Is it true? Are you really pregnant?” You bite your lip and swallow your spit as Yoongi is upfront about the whole thing.

“I don’t know. That’s why when we went to the store, we brought back a couple of things. All on Jimin’s behalf, of course, but it’s still nerve-racking to actually worry about this.” You were sure to use condoms and even snuck a couple of your friends’ birth control pills regularly during school. Now that you’ve graduated, you weren’t taking them regularly so it was only natural your body would react the way it is now. Maybe you were pregnant, even though you haven’t had penis in vagina sex in a little over a week. You hated it, the empty feeling. You haven’t even gone bare yet and you’re certain that Jimin and Yoongi have most definitely jizzed over each other. There’s no way they could look at each other with so much love in their eyes as they do if they haven’t done the most they possibly could in their relationship. If anything, they deserve to get married. You’d be happy with being their side chick since that’s what you were in the beginning anyways.

That’s also how your friendship with Jasmine and Jungkook came to an end. You were basically just a side chick to Jungkook, while Jasmine was the leading lady in that story. You’re so glad Yoongi blocked Jungkook the way he did, or else you’d still be trapped in that toxic relationship. You were also uncomfortable around him ever since he spread those horrible rumors about you around school. You’re sure Jasmine put him up to it.

You didn’t want to think about them, your current situation revolves around two men who love you equally. The three of you are partners and you do things together. Especially now since you’re worried about the possibility of being pregnant.

“Jimin and I will be here every step of the way. No matter what you decide, we’ll be here for you, always and forever, cream puff.” Yoongi smirks as you leer at him in confusion, since he gave you such a strange nickname out of nowhere.

“She kinda is like a cream puff. All flaky and tasty on the outside, while being filled with even sweeter goo on the inside.” Jimin makes it sound gross as you giggle into their shoulders, as they trap you in a group hug.

“I’m gonna go take the test now, Jimin why don’t you guide Yoongi through the new setup? It’s something I wanted to do for you, to show you my appreciation for you taking on the role of my boyfriend and mentor. You’re the best, Yoongi, and I’m sorry if I ever make you feel any less than perfect.” He rushes over to your side and before you can process what’s happening, Yoongi’s lips melded against yours, like he was made for you, you felt a cold shiver go down your spine and butterflies in your tummy. This man still gave you butterflies, even after six months of dating.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” You grin like an idiot as Jimin pushes you towards the direction of the bathroom down the hall, separating you from Yoongi as you act like teenagers in love for the first time.

“I love you too, Yoongles.”

So you found out that you weren’t pregnant, it was a big relief but also a bit of a disappointment. You ended up getting your period soon after, a big bright red zit on your forehead appearing to top it all off. It was like icing on the cake, since your boyfriends cheered you up saying there is no way they could be good fathers to the child you were supposedly carrying in your womb. In your heart, you wanted to have kids with them. Every fibre of your being was telling you that these were the ones. Your body was never wrong. Except for crushing on Jungkook.

“I finally got in touch with my family. My parents are still mad at me for running off but they were actually pretty cool with the fact that I was bi. Apparently 2 days after I left, my older brother came out as gay and they learned to accept him because it was a lot different than they thought it was. And my older brother is the most manly man there is. I didn’t know, because I don’t keep in touch with them but after I found out, I got his number and I started texting him again. I told him about you, because I want him to warm up to the idea of us being in a relationship. Right now, he just thinks you’re my best friend and that I’m still dating Yoongi alone.” Yoongi kisses his cheek affectionately before turning to you for a kiss.

“This is the most amazing gift anyone has gotten for me. Thanks, baby. To commemorate, I’m gonna eat you out like you’ve never felt before.” You gasp as he leaves a trail of kisses on your inner thigh, shoving your shorts down and pushing the seams of your panties aside so he could force his way into your entrance with his digits.

“Guys, really? You know your father is just a room over, right Y/N?” You let out a small whine, covering your mouth with one hand while propping yourself up with another as Yoongi licks down your exposed clit and a slurping noise resounds as he continues the motion, making your legs tense up from the pleasure.

“I know, but that’s what makes it even more exciting. The thrill of knowing I can get caught any minute, like when we were in the store earlier.” You grin as Jimin rubs his neck uncomfortably, he looks like he has something on his mind but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood so he stays quiet. Yoongi slides his fingers in effortlessly before kissing your clit so gently, you can feel the individual crevices in his lips as he moves his tongue up and down.

Jimin lets out a deep breath before crawling over to your side to kiss you, so that you could moan freely into his lips as Yoongi eats you out like a starved man. You could feel your clit hardening, an embarrassing thing that happened to you often when you were in the presence of your boyfriends. A lady-boner, is what you would refer to it as. Yoongi thought it was adorable, as did Jimin. Neither of the boys held it against you because it was a sure sign that you were equally as attracted to them. You wanted to bury your face in a pillow and shy away from them, as they were better suited for each other and you were the odd one out. Right now, it would be awkward to try and run as Yoongi’s tongue is quite literally up your pussy.*[¹]

As if sensing your thoughts, Jimin kisses your neck gently and then crawls behind you. He holds you in place, watching Yoongi as he continues lapping at your folds meticulously. Your mouth hangs wide open as you try to hold in another moan, Yoongi pushing you dangerously close to your breaking point as he so gorgeously sucks your clit at an expert level. The knot in your belly is only growing bigger, making you feel congested and awful. You were sticky and sweat clung to your body all over, yet your boyfriends were still determined to pleasure you. It reminded you a bit of your romantic getaway during spring break. It feels like it happened months ago when you just recently went on that trip. No amount of time could ever be enough for you to spend with your sweethearts.

“Cum, don’t be shy. You’ve been such a good girl for us today, kit.” Jimin whispers, making you turn a bright red as you push out whatever juices you were holding in. You felt so good, it was as if you just peed after holding it in for a long time. Of course, you didn’t actually pee on him. That would be nasty. Yoongi lies next to you, opting to kiss your forehead since he had post cunnillingus breath.

“Jimin, let me help you too. I haven’t done any work yet.” You close your eyes and you part your lips as Jimin’s rock-hard dick springs to life in front of you, making you growl as he teasingly taps it on the corners of your lips before pushing his cock between your swollen dry, cracked lips. Luckily the precum leaking from his tip solves the issue of your dry lips, since the semen stays moist and wet even as you continue sucking his cock. A bit of cum gets on your cheek and chin but you don’t mind, as long as it’s Jimin’s cum that’s painting your face a cream white.

He giggles, taking a picture of you with his phone before sending it to your group chat. Yoongi, who was lying beside you, decides to join in on the fun, being petty before settling for fingering Jimin and you at the same time. You didn’t expect his fingers to work so diligently, as he did briefly do that with you before but now he was fingering you like he does with his keyboard. He was moving as if he was playing keys on a piano that only existed on your genitals. You and Jimin loved the feeling of it, eventually Jimin cumming in your mouth and cheeks as you came on Yoongi’s fingers. Then, he pushed your cum back into you, motioning Jimin to get in front of you.

You marvel at how they switch places so quickly, suddenly Jimin’s tousled black hair shining as the dim lamp lighting hits it just right, and Yoongi’s face is a lot closer, so you could make out all of his well-defined features. One thing is certain; you’ll never get tired of staring at each of them. Yoongi follows your gaze, smirking as he catches your wandering eyes, and how you look at his dick in need. He easily swings his body forward so that his cock was just about stabbing you in the chin. You’re not gonna lie, no matter how many times you’ve had sex with these men, you do feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with Yoongi using your boobs as cushions. Yet, at the same time, you loved when he rubbed his nose between them, and slept on them, and just about anything else that people might find stupid and insignificant because that’s how you are.

“Yoongz, you’re slightly blocking my boobs….Getting hard to breathe.” You blink rapidly after he gets off you, now standing up and groaning as Jimin has buried his head in his ass. You sit up slightly, letting out a mewl as Jimin slides his cock so slickly inside of you.

“I love you both, so much.” You snuggle next to him as Jimin brings a damp washcloth to wipe you both down with. You closed your eyes after protesting him a good number of times, finally falling asleep in the arms of your coffee-making angels.

The next day, you wake up feeling sore. What’s new, it’s the usual soreness you feel from after “working out” with your boyfriends on select days of the week and weekends. With your father in the house, it’s much harder to carry out your more intimate activities.

You immediately panic, thinking that it was a school day, but then your worries subside when you see the date on your digital alarm clock. It was summer now, since school was officially out and you would be moving into your dorm at Pelard U soon as well.

That means you had exactly one summer to start working part time and also spend every ounce of freedom with your boyfriends without the parents interfering with your plans. You knew what you had to do, to make sure this thing with Jimin and Yoongi was set in stone.

Later that day, you stop by the country club. The only one in town, at that. You knew an associate that worked here, luckily from getting a contact at the party you snuck out to. It was a wonder you didn’t get caught by your parents, but you still had anxiety about them discovering that as well. Then again, with your father’s unpredictable behavior, who knows how they’d react? Maybe your father would give you $20 and a pat on the back.

You managed to track down Freddy, the same guy who said he was working at this fancy place since his parents were owners of the corporation, and he quickly got you a slot for a job interview on the same day. You came prepared, with your diploma from school, your credit information, and your ID. You were also wearing a pencil skirt with a top and a matching blazer. You opted to go with a classy school girl outfit, but it was professional wear, not casual.

“What made you want to apply at Cheeve’s Country Club in the first place?” The manager, a well mannered, rounded blond stands up from his seat, his hair slicked back with gel like he was an actor on a Disney show from 2011. His plastic blue name tag reads “David” as he leans forward while interrogating you. At least, that’s what it feels like, since he decided to shut the blinds and point the lamp directly at your face, completely neglecting the purpose of closing the blinds in the first place. Instead of blocking all the light out of the room, he’s directing it at your face. All you can do is smile through the pain.

“I heard about this place from a friend. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to work here just so I can get a taste of what life will be like once I marry my boyfriend.” You weren’t lying, you had a feeling with yours, Yoongi’s, and Jimin’s combined accounts, you could possibly rake in millions per year, especially with Yoongi’s musical abilities. He just needs to get discovered now.

“I know types like you. People who waltz in here pretending like they’re gonna own the joint someday. Let me break it to ya sister: Never gonna happen. Not unless you’re marrying a millionaire or unless you have a sugar daddy. But I doubt you have the abilities to get either of those so I’ll have to ask you one last question: When a customer asks you if they pay with Credit or gold bars, what do you answer with?”

“Gold bars?”

You end up going home with a new name tag and uniform. It’s a fancy tennis skirt and a plain blue tee with the place’s name and logo on the back. You hang the uniform up in your room before heading downstairs to have a sit-down chat with your parents. You’re pretty sure they are going to talk to you about something a lot more serious, considering that you are living with your boyfriends under the same roof.

“Sweetie, we wanted to talk to you about your decision. We accepted that you’re dating both of them, but who will you choose in the long run? They’re both suitable partners and I’m sure you’ll want to marry one of them eventually so just let us know now.” Your father is completely serious, not a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Your mother is silent as a mouse beside him, no traces of laughter in her eyes either.

“What? You guys can’t be serious. You know I’m in this either all or nothing. I have them both now and it will remain that way. You have no right to force me to choose. Especially when there was never a choice in the first place, I am choosing both of them.” Normally you had trouble even looking your father in the eye and telling him what you want, but this time you were more than confident enough to be able to stand up for your men without hesitating.

“A time will come when they stand in front of you, demanding for you to choose. What will you say then? If they don’t agree with you, then what is your alternative plan?” You had never dared to even imagine what the hell your life would be like with only one man. Yes, sure at first you had a little crush on Jimin, but after getting to know Yoongi, you grew fond of them both, equally. You know after being with them for this long, you would want nothing more than to continue growing and being like this with them both.

“It won’t happen. I know you’re worried but mom looks like she’s been holding something in. What do you want to say, mom?” You ask, sitting down on the armrest of the loveseat parked awkwardly in the corner of the room as your mother clears her throat with a fake cough.

“I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’s best if the boys move out of here. Just until you go to college, having you three in the same house is a bad idea.” You can already tell by the tone of her voice that your father put her up to this.

“I agree with your mother. You three are young and full of hormones. I can’t trust that none of you would act on them. Besides, those two have been together for a very long time. I’m sure they want to get to know you as well as they know each other, intimately, but just remember; no sex before marriage.”

You blush a bright red before murmuring a “dad,” and being ushered to the kitchen by your mother. She immediately pulls you aside after letting go of a breath, whispering in your ear with that urgency in her voice that you sensed when she asked you if you were pregnant.

“Remember, go along with everything he says. You know how your dad gets when you say no to him. Please get along, for my sake. He’s been driving me crazy these past few days because you were dating two boys who he presumed were gay. Now he looks at them like enemies, just try and understand him, even just a little.”

“Sure. I’ll try. I don’t like that my own dad is forcing me to pick my relationship, like it’s a choose your own story visual novel. It’s not a game, mom. This is real life, and my boyfriends are real people with real feelings. What’s wrong with him? Why does he think he can just walk all over me because we’re related by blood? It’s so pathetic, just because he’s unhappy doesn’t mean he has to make others miserable. No offence, mom.” You knew talking about your parents’ broken marriage was a touchy subject for your mother. She still smiled through the pain, somehow.

Your mother is a strong woman, she knows what she wants, most of the time. She gave up her entire life after marrying your father and having you, more focused on playing the part of homemaker and raising you. It wasn’t until recently, about 4 years ago to be exact, that she became a full-time nurse at the hospital. She takes odd hours and still makes time for you. You couldn’t ask for a better mother.

Your father however, was not happy about this. Ever since he got home he’s been making your mother toil and cook for him, forcing her to take days off just so she could wait on him, and just being downright awful to the woman who keeps this house together. You were surprised your mother hadn’t pointed out his behaviour yet. Then again, she always says, “That’s how it’s always been, ever since I married your father, after three months I knew I made a mistake.” Whenever you asked her about it, she would put on a fake smile and pretend she was okay, but you knew she was slowly dying on the inside. You talked to her about divorce multiple times but she insisted she would be right by your father’s side till the day death did them part. Yes, she is that kind of a woman. Your father doesn’t deserve her.

“None taken, just don’t bring it up in front of your father again unless he asks. Don’t tell him no, but don’t say yes either.”

“Um, okay?” You turn to go back upstairs to your room but you find Yoongi and Jimin at the foot of the staircase, frowns stiff on their faces as they hold heavy bags in either of their hands. “What are you guys doing? And why are you carrying those giant duffel bags?” Yoongi sighs, nodding at Jimin to go ahead and explain to you while he takes the giant backpack from his back and slings it around one shoulder before walking forward to load the car. “We didn’t want to tell you but now things have gotten to the point of no return.” You scratch your head. You weren’t sure if you heard him right, but Jimin was never the type to joke without giggling at least a little. He’s completely serious.

“Where are you going, Jimin?” You fold your arms, blocking his path as he sighs and pulls you in for a dramatic dip-kiss. After pulling you out of your daze you furl your brows. “Still doesn’t answer my question.”

“My brother just called. He said my parents want me and Yoongi to spend the week over there. He said they’re warming up to the fact that we’re a couple, and we can’t freak them out too much. So, we’re going down there. Thanks for being the best, Y/N. We love you, a lot. We’ll be back soon, alright?” You nod, gulping as he pulls you towards the car so you could see Yoongi off too.

“Goodbye, kitten. We’ll be back before you know it.” You close your eyes and kiss him sweetly before they drive off into the distance. You can’t believe it. Now, you’re truly alone.

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End notes:

[¹] It was a joke: Like ‘cat got your tongue?’ except in this case Yoongi shoved his tongue up the main oc’s pussy, like the word, cat? I know the jokes are horrendous but at least I’m trying to make something out of it.

For Reference, I was imagining Jimin like this (but his hair is bluer):

#jimin x reader #jimin x yoongi #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader x yoongi #yoonmin #poly #barista #bts poly #smut #throuple #coffeeshop #bts ff #yoongi ff #hyunglinenetwork #bts #18+

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