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bauslut · 3 years

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ii. what makes a man?

pairing: aaron hotchner x rowan rivers

word count: 3.840k

warnings: canon typical violence -- blood, gore, mentions of murder, discussion of murder, discussion of weapons, cursing, trauma, dealing with trauma, death of children

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“here you are,” jj bore a kind smile as she slid a manila folder towards the brunette, “here’s your official welcome to the bau. i’m sorry it wasn’t on more.. positive terms.”

“oh,.it’s quite all right,” rowan’s eyes widened, “this is what we’re here--”

“she’s sitting in my spot,” rossi chuckled, “but i don’t mind.”

“are you sure?” rowan stammered, a rosy blush painting her cheeks, “i-i can get up and move--”

“don’t sweat it,” rossi nodded curtly, “there are plenty of open seats.”

“hey baby girl,” a wide, jovial, grin painted morgan’s lips as a woman entered the room, her blonde locks intricately woven into an up-do, “don’t you look delicious today?”

“as always,” the woman scrunched her nose, her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose, “how are you this morning baby-cakes?”

“hey there!” a chirp startled rowan, sounding from her left, “i’m emily, but around here, i’m referred to as prentiss.”

she was met with kind eyes, a warm mocha hue. they were bright, glimmering as they followed every minute movement as rowan studied her features. the woman was gorgeous without a doubt, with full lips and an oblong face. her hair was luscious, parted down the middle, styled into bouncy curls.

“hi,” rowan breathed, sticking out a hand, “i’m rowan riv--”

“i am afraid we do not have time for introductions,” a stern voice echoed through the space, “we are fbi agents, not kindergartners. we can have icebreakers or whatever it is you’re doing on the jet.”

rowan choked back a sharp retort as hotch strode towards a whiteboard, his spine straightened, chest puffed out slightly. sliding into her seat, her hands settled on the armrests, a puff of air exhaling from her lips. she was sandwiched between two seasoned agents, as morgan was munching on a bag of cookies on her left, prentiss sifting through papers to her right.

maybe if she just shut her mouth, she would blend in and he wouldn’t pay any sort of attention to her. which, wasn’t such a bad idea in the moment. the less he focused on her and berated her, the better.

“cookie?” morgan rattled the bag.

“not right now. thank you though,” rowan whispered, lips curving into a small smile.

“i’m about to begin discussing the case,” hotch shot rowan a glare, words barbed with venom, “so listen up.”

he pinned several images on the board, bile rising in rowan’s throat as her focus transitioned to the pictures. prentiss sucked in a shaky breath, while morgan muttered a strand of incoherent sentences.

the images progressively became more grotesque as they spanned across the board. mangled, beaten, and bloodied corpses were presented, the bile approaching the back of her mouth as she realized the age range.

the bodies were children, their jugulars slashed, lacerations and bruises littering their tiny frames.

“there has been a surge of murders in the rural farm town of homer, illinois. in the past week, there have been a total of five. all of the victims were children, with no specific physical attributes,” hotch cleared his throat, “however, all of them bear one aspect in common.”

“they’re all boys,” reid murmured, “from the images it appears as if they’re about ages eleven or twelve.”

“then they are pre-pubescent boys,” rowan’s voice was clear, pairs of eyes falling on her as she spoke, “i’ve seen something like this before, when i was working in columbus. we had a ring of traffickers who preferred this age range.”

“and?” morgan arched a brow, “why pre-pubescent boys?”

“hotch,” rowan nearly trembled as the supervisor’s cold gaze shifted on her, “i-if i may ask, were there any signs of assault or rape?”

“the severity of sexual assault varied on each victim.”

“you said that they have no physical attributes in common but looking at these photos,” reid shook his head slightly, “the brunettes are the only ones who have lacerations covering their entire bodies. the blondes, the only sign of violence demonstrated is the murder itself, the incision along the jugular.”

“could it be that our unsub has something against brunettes?” morgan inquired.

“potentially,” rowan blinked, scanning over the text, “it also says here in the autospies that the only boys who were sexually assaulted were the brunettes. i may be going on a whim here, but i think our unsub is lashing out on the brunettes for a reason. it could be power, dominance, you name it. perhaps the hair color is a stressor, or was the initial stressor. he might be reliving a traumatic event from his childhood.”

rossi whistled, “look at you, rivers. already building a profile and we’ve only met for five minutes.”

“sadly i’ve seen a lot of this before,” rowan let out a sigh, rustling through papers, “it also says here that the bodies were all found at homer lake forest preserve. i have a strong premonition that our unsub is male.”

“and what makes you say that?” hotch countered.

“by the way the bodies were handled,” rowan shrugged, “they were beaten, mutilated, and dragged through the woods. the amount of physical strength to do that is just an inherent trait males have."

“how were the bodies discovered?” jj bit her lip, a trace of fear glimmering in her icy blue depths.

“they were found by a new fisherman every morning around dawn, in the same location. they were located about half a mile from the entrance of the preserve,” hotch tossed the file onto the table, “our unsub is bold.”

“he wanted the bodies to be found,” rossi added, “he’s arrogant.”

“or he’s sloppy,” rowan remarked, “he’s devolving. he could be killing just on that need burning within him, with no remorse or any sort of emotion within him at all--”

“we need to get to homer as soon as possible,” hotch interrupted, glancing at his phone, “it’s ten o’clock in the morning. it’s only a matter of time before another body is found.”

“where’s the closest airport?” jj folded her arms across her chest.

“willard airport in champaign-urbana,” reid piped up, “other than that, the other closest one is in bloomington-normal.”

“and how do you know that?” morgan’s eyes widened.

“champaign-urbana is the home of the university of illinois,” reid swallowed thickly, “i’ve been there a few times. it’s an exceptional school for engineering, truly one of the greatest in the country--”

“all right, all right,” morgan stuck out a hand, “you answered my question.”

“wheels up in thirty,” hotch announced, plucking the file off the shiny wood.

rowan followed the others in suit, filing out of the space. trailing reid, she was the second last to leave the room, hotch right behind her, deep, smooth, voice filling her ears.

“i need to speak with you agent rivers.”

“yes?” she swiveled on her heel, facing the supervisor, folding her arms across her chest.

“i hope you’re aware that i do not tolerate any sort of childlike behavior. we’re not teenagers reuniting on the first day of class. i did not appreciate the interruptions in my conference room. you can socialize on your own time.”

“you’ve never once interrupted anything in your entire life? wow, you really must be mr. perfect. i mean look at you, all put together. i doubt you’ve even done anything wrong in your life you’re so per--”

“you realize you’re speaking to your boss with this tone, right?”

“i don’t fucking care,” tears brimmed rowan’s eyes, “this is my first day and it’s even worse than i could have ever imagined.”

“excuse me?”

“you’ve really made sure i’ve had a warm welcome to the bau, mr. perfect,” rowan scoffed, rolling her eyes, “it’s been an amazing first day, i’ll tell you that.”

for just a moment, hotch’s tough exterior cracked, a flicker of sympathy flashing in his gaze, “i’m sorry.”

“‘i’m sorry’?”

hotch paused, inhaling a deep breath, “i was going to write you up. however, i may have been a little too harsh on you. after all, this is your first day. strauss put in a good word for you, and i want to see your skill set out in the field. come on, we’re going to be left behind.”

******

“gotta love the midwest,” morgan placed his hands on his hips, chest rising and falling.

“you love it?” reid’s lips curled in disgust, “it smells like manure.”

“it smells like home,” rowan giggled, shouldering her way through the men, “c’mon, let’s go.”

“well she’s eager,” rossi chuckled, turning to hotch, “where are we setting up?”

“there’s the local p.d. in homer,” hotch slung his bag over his shoulder, “the station is only about four miles from the forest preserve.”

“i was doing some reading on the village of homer,” reid stated, “there’s only about one thousand people who live there. it’s such a tiny place, and as hotch mentioned, it’s only four miles from the preserve, surely the unsub lives there.”

“or he lives close to the lake,” rowan pointed out, “there are so many homes out there surrounding the lake in the countryside. with these rural communities, your neighbors could be a mile down the road, or miles away. it gives him the perfect opportunity to make frequent trips to the lake without being noticed.”

“you make a good point rivers,” hotch remarked, “we’ll have to keep that in mind when we investigate the lake and the surrounding woods.”

“this murder isn’t going to solve itself,” rossi cleared his throat, nodding his head towards the cluster of suvs, “we need to get to the police department and we’re losing time.”

stepping into the vehicle, rowan slid into the back seats, figuring that hotch would take the wheel, while rossi would sit shotgun. yet, curiosity buzzed in her mind as rossi took the wheel, while reid settled into the passenger seat.

“you’ve got to be shitting me,” she muttered as hotch thrust open the door, “rossi, are you usually the one who drives?”

“typically, no,” in the rearview mirror, rowan snorted when she noticed the shit-eating grin plastered on the agent’s face, “but i figured that you and hotch would love to get to know one another on the way there.”

“can i pick the station?” reid bounced in the seat, hands flying to the knobs and levers.

“pick something good, find an oldies station or something. maybe they’ll play back in black,” within seconds, the suburban was in motion, rossi revving the engine, “i plan on racing morgan, jj, and prentiss to the station. whoever loses has to buy dinner.”

“this is ridiculous,” hotch rolled his eyes, the vibration of his phone piquing rowan’s curiosity.

“by the way,” reid turned in his seat, facing hotch, “who’s been calling you so frequently today?”

“haley,” rowan tilted her head as the name spat from hotch’s mouth, “it’s not important.”

haley. from the sound of it, she was hotch’s significant other, girlfriend, fiancee, even a spouse, maybe. rowan’s eyes drifted downwards to his lap, where his hands rested on his knees. in the light, a golden band gleamed on his left ring finger.

so, hotch was married. he had a wife.

but there was something in his tone that was unsettling. were they fighting? having the typical lover’s quarrel? maybe that’s why hotch was so distant and cruel, he was constantly dealing with his marriage.

“so tell us a little about you, rowan,” rossi was far ahead of the other suburban, shades resting on the bridge of his nose, “i never got an icebreaker.”

rowan scoffed, fidgeting in the leather seat, “there’s not anything too riveting, i can spare you guys the details.”

in the corner of her eye, rowan felt his eyes pierce through her, digging deeps within the confines of her psyche. he was profiling her, desperate to get some sort of read. perhaps he was well aware of how uncomfortable she was by rossi’s query. the way her palms were slick against her pants, sweat prints clinging to the fabric. the way her cheeks were tainted pink, her jaw tightened, throat dry.

“didn’t you go to ohio state for undergrad?” reid licked his thumb, scouring through some novel or book.

“yeah,” she nodded, “i’m from a tiny town in ohio, called tiffin. i went to ohio state for an undergrad in psychology, along with a few minors in criminal justice, linguistics, spanish, so on. i stayed there for grad school since i loved the city, and the university. from there, the bureau picked me up from the academy, and i was thrown into the infamous case.”

“the child sex-trafficking bust,” hotch murmured, “i remember glancing over that in your file.”

“how long did that case go on?” rossi turned the radio dial, lowering the volume.

“longer than it should’ve been,” rowan brought a hand to her temple, a dull pain seeping into her skull, “hey, does anyone have ibuprofen?”

hotch’s eyes softened, concern painting his features, “i think i have some in my briefcase. hang on.”

rowan brought a bottle of water to her lips, sipping as hotch placed a couple of pills in her open palm. as he set them in her hand, skin grazed skin, her heart skipping a beat.

for someone as rough and callused as hotch, his hands were so utterly soft.

“thank you,” she whispered, “i appreciate it.”

“of course,” he murmured, “do you usually get frequent headaches?”

“yeah,” rowan admitted, a new wave of blush spreading, “i’m just prone to them i guess.”

“the humidity is also high today,” reid remarked, “and from the way the wind just picked up, along with the darkness of the clouds, i think it’s going to storm. your headache could be from the low pressure.”

“fantastic,” rowan threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut, “you know reid, that’s kinda a myth.”

“actually research has been inconclusive.”

“how many did you take?” hotch nudged rowan, inflections of concern within his inquisition.

“six.”

“jesus christ,” rossi’s lips pursed, “are you trying to kill your liver?”

“we’ll see about that,” a giggle bubbled up in rowan’s throat.

as the suburban sailed down the interstate, her lashes fluttered, sleep threatening to pull her into its clutches. she blinked, rubbing soothing circles onto her temple, lips falling to a frown as a dull pain seeped into her forehead.

biting her lip, she fought back tears, inhaling a shaky breath. this was no place to show any weakness.

not with him around.

*****

“good afternoon, chief sellers. i’m supervisory special agent hotchner with the fbi,” hotch stated, his voice ringing with authority as he shook an officer’s hand, “and these are my colleagues.”

“thank god you’re here,” the officer’s voice was hoarse, wavering as he spoke, “it’s been a living nightmare these past few days.”

“i can only imagine,” jj murmured under her breath, “there’s someone out there killing little boys.”

“he looks so shaken up,” prentiss exhaled, folding her arms across her chest.

“we had most of the state p.d. flock out here once the second body was discovered,” chief sellers cleared his throat, his focus directed on hotch, “we’re all doing the best we can, but of course, as other duties call, we tend to be short-handed at times.”

“we’re going to do everything in our power to help,” rossi’s words were warm, brimmed with sincerity, “we’ll catch this guy, i promise.”

“and we’ll help you all in every way we can,” chief sellers nodded curtly, “anything you folks need, let us know.”

“should we start by heading out to the crime scene?” hotch inquired, “it might also be best to split some of us up.”

“of course,” chief sellers strode over to a pair of state officers, “these men will escort you to the scene. what else do you need?”

hotch’s eyes flickered over to his team, “i want morgan, reid, and rossi to go investigate the scene. prentiss and jj, would you speak with some of the locals? we need to gather as much information as possible in order to rule out anyone or gain essential details about our unsub.”

“what about me?” rowan coughed.

“you’re staying with me here at the station,” he commanded, “and you’re going to answer every phone call we get from garcia.”

“good luck newbie,” rowan rolled her eyes as morgan teased her, his breath hot against her ear.

“you might want to listen to morgan,” rossi shot her a wink, “you’re going to need it.”

“thanks,” the reply was a deadpan, the agent’s shoulders slumping as hotch approached her, “putting me on a short leash, are we?”

“you’re the one who understands the profile of our unsub the best,” he retorted, “and before you fire back with another verbal assault, think before you speak. this is your big girl job now. act like it.”

“don’t you think it’s interesting that the unsub stopped killing?” hotch murmured a few words of gratitude to an officer who handed him a coffee, cocking his head as he took a sip.

“do you think that there’s a reason behind that?”

“possibly,” rowan shrugged, denying the same styrofoam cup, “hey, where’s the closest gas station?”

“about half a mile away,” the officer replied coolly, “would you like a ride? a few of the guys and i are going to pick up pizzas for lunch.”

“i’m okay,” she paused, running a hand through her hair, “thank you, though.’

“you don’t like hot coffee?”

“i prefer iced,” the agent muttered, surveying the empty desks, “i assume they cleared some space for us?”

“indeed,” hotch huffed, “if your phone rings, assume it’s garcia.”

“i feel like i’m at columbus p.d. all over again,” the brunette slid into the seat, rolling a few inches as she plucked the file out of her briefcase.

“well this is nowhere near that,” hotch rolled his eyes, leaning against the wooden surface.

“well it sure feels like it,” his throat tightened as her eyes drifted upwards, locking with his, “it sure fucking feels like it. now, if you don’t mind, i’m going to look over the file.”

“would you like some company, agent rivers?”

“i’m sure you have ‘unit chief’ matters to tend to,” the words were barbed, hot and venomous as she spat them out, “hovering around your new recruit like she’s some child is quite ridiculous don’t you think?”

“i should have you turn in your badge right now.”

“you seem like you’re all bark and no bite. you scolded me only only hours ago about the conference room, threatening to write me up. that tough exterior of yours is only an act. or at least, i think it is. you’re not going to write me up until you have a valid reason to. also, like you claimed earlier, ‘strauss put in a good word for me.’ i know you won’t terminate me. plus, you just went through all of that paperwork to get me here. do you really want to go through all of that again?”

“you piss me off.”

“good,” she puckered her lips, “maybe you should chat about that with strauss hmm? she’d probably just tell you to suck it up and that i’m here to stay.”

hotch’s jaw clenched, prepared to retaliate, yet the vibration in his pocket distracted him momentarily, the shrill ringtone piercing through the air, “yes?”

biting her tongue, rowan glanced back at the file, bringing her hand to her cheek. part of her was wailing, screaming and kicking, fighting the urge to study those horrid images. but the other part was driven, adrenaline coursing through her veins, pumping into her body.

even the slightest detail that she hadn’t noticed initially would be immensely helpful to building the profile, piecing together who this deranged individual was. flipping through the photos, rowan’s eyes narrowed.

although the team held a short briefing before departing from headquarters, there was one minor aspect about the way the bodies were laying in the shrubbery. the boys were all on their backs, dried blood coating sliced flesh. not a single article of clothing framed their bodies, just the thin layer of briefs or boxers.

her heart lurched as one arm was pressed tightly against their sides, while the other was raised. right hands pointed upwards, three fingers: the index, middle, and ring. yet, the pinky connected with the thumb, almost as if the children were purposely holding up three fingers.

“garcia called with an update,” his voice floated into her ears, “with the bits and pieces fed to her from jj and prentiss, we still have a lot of ground to cover. are you up for a drive?”

“wait,” rowan held up a hand, “hotch, were you ever a member of the boy scouts?”

his brow furrowed, confusion settling across his features, “what?”

“just look,” she huffed, gesturing to the images, “look at the way the unsub left their bodies. it’s a clear message, almost like how he dumped the bodies in clear sight. his arrogance blinded him, goading him to taunt us. but little did he know i would see right through his bluff. i think he stopped the killing spree because he knew we’d be looking for him. it’s like he wants us to find him.”

leaning over, hotch’s chest hovered above her shoulder blade, a hand settling on the desk. the ghost of his badge hung over her cheek, a speck of white in her peripheral vision. a hum rose in his throat, “you’re onto something here. let me call garcia.”

“did i make a break in the case?”

“perhaps, but don’t let that get to your head,” the supervisor brought his phone to his ear, “hey, garcia, i need you to run something for me. how many boy scout troops are in champaign county?”

*****

“you up for some drinks tonight?” prentiss giggled, wrapping her jacket around her shoulders, “it’s all on me, especially since we should be celebrating your first case with the bau!”

“i’m fine,but thank you,” rowan beamed, “i still have a forty minute drive ahead of me. i shouldn’t stay out too late.”

“oh come on,” jj groaned, “we won’t be out for long. just a couple rounds.”

“pleaseeee?” garcia practically pranced over to rowan, jutting her bottom lip out, “we don’t know a single thing about you. hotch had you under his watch all day.”

“okay,” she exhaled, “a few drinks, and then i need to get to my apartment. i’ve barely finished unpacking so i’ll have to rummage for my towels and pajamas when i get back.”

“you have an apartment?” prentiss queried, “do you have a roommate or do you live alone? did you bring a boyfriend with you, by chance?”

rowan blinked, “uh, no. i live alone.”

“good thing you’re a fbi agent huh?” garcia winked, “c’mon, we know the perfect bar.”

“maybe we’ll get you loosened up and you can spill some secrets,” jj chuckled, the sound airy and light.

“sometimes,” rowan felt the corner of her lips tug into a wide grin, “sometimes i truly wonder what i’m getting myself into working with all these other profilers.”

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wwhbtsjin · 3 years

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Meeting Your Family

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff with a lowkey smut

a/n:I used to write a long time ago but you know, I wanted to keep writing. So I revived my account LOL.

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It’s been three years since you moved to Seoul for college and instead of having regrets about moving to a whole new country, you loved it. The culture was amazing, South Korea was absolutely beautiful, and the food was great!

Life wasn’t lonely either. Sure the first few weeks took some getting used to, but you found your people right away. You couldn’t forget the first friend you made in school, Jung Hoseok, who was one of the biggest rays of sunshine you’ve ever met. He was your lab partner for your introductory chemistry course and from that day on you two were two peas in a pod! Time passed and next thing you know, you were part of his friend group which included six other guys with him, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, and Kim Seokjin.

Ah yes, Kim Seokjin a.k.a Jin. When you first met him, you thought he was just another pretty face who had his life all written out for him. In fact, he got on your nerves a little bit when it came to him always admiring his face and bragging about it. But that didn’t stop him from trying to get to know you more. In fact, the more you ran away, the more he tried to get close to you. But you never stopped him. And because you never stopped him, you got to see how genuine of a person he was. How caring, goofy and fun he was. And in the end, you two fell for each other quickly and hard.

It’s three years into your relationship now and you and Jin are as strong as ever. You both had just finished your third year of Undergrad and as Summer vacation was approaching, you two had decided to take a vacation before the stress of your last year of college started to roll in. Coincidentally, it was your grandma’s 80th birthday and a family reunion was being planned. You thought it was the perfect opportunity to bring Seokjin home to see where you grew up and to meet your family.

“Oppa! Are you excited to meet my family?” You asked as the two of you settled into your seats on the plane. It was going to be a long flight considering you guys were on your way to the States, so you both dressed fairly comfy.

“I...am...nervous! What if they don’t like me? What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you? What if I screw up on this trip? What if the gifts I bought them weren’t good enough?” He kept on rambling on and you thought it was the cutest thing. When he rambles, he tends to get very...bouncy.

You placed your hand on his and giggled, “Oppa you didn’t have to buy EVERYONE gifts you know that right? Even though my parents only have my older brother and I, my aunts are gonna want gifts, my uncles will, my cousins will, my parents friends will...the list goes on! What matters is that we packed the gift for my grandma...which you did right?”

Aggressively Jin pounded on his chest, “Of course! It kinda saddens me Jagi that you’re suspecting that I forgot it…” He pouted with his luscious lips and you couldn’t help but kiss them.

“I just wanted to make sure!” you snuggled into his side, “I’m just really excited and anxious and nervous, and hungry…”

Jin chuckled and kissed your forehead, “I know, I am too. But this will be a great trip, I’m sure of it”.

Please return your seats to the upright position and fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for landing.

You opened up the window to the plane and sure enough, the familiar aerial view of your hometown took over, “Oppa look! There’s downtown! Oh look there’s the harbor! There’s my old school! I’m home!” The excitement started to take over you and you held Jin’s hand, “I’m really home!”

“Wow this definitely isn’t Seoul, but it’s still pretty amazing.” He’s been to the states before but this is his first time visiting where you’re from.

Soon enough, you two got your luggage and your rental car and were on the way to your hotel. Since it was a big celebration for your grandma, families from all over were in town, so your parents house was full. Plus Jin and you figured that since you two were still on vacation, a little privacy wouldn’t hurt you two.

“Let’s see, there’s my Aunt and Uncle who drove from Los Angeles. Their kids live here and they have kids now! My brother and his girlfriend are coming! My cousins from Chicago are coming! My grandma’s best friend who’s basically my grandma!...” You started listening off everyone to Jin as he drove you guys to the hotel.

“Woah woah woah Jagi! That’s a lot! I’m not going to remember this! You have to show me their faces and explain to me right then and there!” Jin said as he pulled into the hotel which wasn’t too far from the airport.

“Sorry Oppa! Try your best tomorrow! You got this!” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

“I’M DRIVING!! PLEASE DON’T DISTRACT ME BECAUSE I WANNA KISS YOU NOW! UGH!”

Giggling you reassured him, “Oppa we have the rest of the day to ourselves. So the first order of business, the hotel room!” You winked and teased him.

“Good, cause 13 hours on that plane is too long.”

Your alarm started going off at 9 A.M., the party was at 11, in time for lunch.

“Oppa~” you cooed sleepily as you snuggled into a shirtless Jin, “Oppaaaaaa we have to get uppppppp. I need to take a showerrrrrr.”

Jin hugged you tightly and snuggled his face into your hair, “Ughhh five more minutes Jagi pleaseeeee. I want to keep holding you and relax a little more before I go through the stress of learning all of your family members' names.” His grip around your waist got tighter as he pulled you even closer into him and at the same time...you felt something down there poke you.

“Yah!” You playfully slapped him and sat up, “I’m going in the shower! You take care of that while I’m gone!”

“Fine!” Jin pouted as you playfully walked into the bathroom.

The shower has always been a thinking spot for you and you couldn’t help but think of the possibilities that could happen today. Everything could go great and your family could adore Jin. Everything could go terribly bad and you and Jin would be returning to Seoul as soon as possible. What if your dad didn’t like him? What if he didn’t get along well with your older brother? What if one of your cousins tried to flirt with him? He is gorgeous after all.

“Jagi! Hurry up! I need to shower!” You heard Jin open the door to come and brush his teeth. You two have been together for 3 years now and have definitely seen each other 100% if you know what that means, so leaving the bathroom door for you two to walk in on each other was nothing new.

“Sorry Oppa!!” You stepped out of the shower with the towel wrapped around you, “Can y-” but before you could finish Jin wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you close so your faces were only centimeters apart.

“Mmm my Jagi is so irresistible in this state” he started trailing kisses down your neck, “You taste just like strawberries”. His favorite fruit, and coincidentally, the scent of your body wash. He backed you up against the counter of the bathroom and his hands started toying with the fold of your towel, “I could easily take this off and take you right here” You felt a warmth growing in your stomach and your cheeks were heating up.

But you didn’t have much time. If you were gonna make love to Jin, you wanted to have lots of time to be passionate with each other.

So you smirked and whispered in his ear, “Tell you what Oppa, if you’re good today, I’ll definitely reward you when we get back here later” and with that, you playfully skipped out of the bathroom, “Now finish getting ready”.

Jin just stood there with his mouth wide open, “Yah! You can’t just tease me like that!”

Your mom told you and Jin to wear something colorful and bright to the party. So you decided to go with your favorite sky blue sundress and Jin was the one who wanted to match, so he decided to go simple with black slacks, a sky blue dress shirt and a blazer.

The two of you pulled up to the party venue and Jin sighed, “Oh boy...here we go!” he said as he parked the rental car, “I still can’t believe you teased me like that earlier…”

“Like I said, be good Oppa and you get what you want!” Jin opened the door for you and helped you out of the car, but before you could make your way to the venue you heard your older cousin call out for you.

“(Y/N)! Is that really you? You made it?!” This cousin was like a big sister to you, one that you never had, “How was the flight? When did you fly in? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You giggled and held her hands, “I thought my parents told you? It was sent in the family group chat after all?”

“Oh yeah...wait a second...is this the Jin that you post photos with? Your boyfriend of three years whom we never met? Is that why I had to make a name tag for him?!” she ran over to Jin, “Wow you’re handsome! Nice to meet you”

“H-hello” Jin smiled warmly, “I’m sorry my English isn’t strong yet”.

“You’re doing just fine! Thank you for coming! I’m sure the rest of the family can’t wait to meet you!” she smiled and turned back to you, “ I have to help my husband bring in the desserts so I’ll see you later. Nice to meet you Jin!”

“That was only one cousin...and she has a husband who I haven’t met.” Jin looked around, “And there’s SOOOOO many cars which means there’s SOOOOO many people here. Oh...my gosh….I don’t have think.”

You intertwined your fingers with his, “You got this Oppa, now let’s go inside and greet everyone else.”

The two of you turned and walked away into the venue. Flowers served as the centerpieces for the tables, blue and gold was the color scheme since they were your Grandma’s favorite colors. You turned to sign the guest book before anything else.

(Y/N) and Kim Seokjin. Grandma I made it home for your birthday!

After, you dragged Jin to where the two of you would be sitting. You were still fairly early so not many people were there yet, but when you approached your table, one of Jin’s biggest fears was there. It was your older brother and he sure did not want to screw this one up.

“(Y/N)!” Your older brother smiled and both him and his girlfriend got up, “I’m so happy to see my little sister!” You and your brother were carbon copies of each other. The only difference was your age and gender.

“Hi. I’m home” You smiled cheekily.

Your brother walked right past you and straight to Jin. They saw eye to eye. Those freaking giants…

“You must be Seokjin?”

Jin took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes I am. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for your brother to shake.

Your brother raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly, “Nice to meet you too. I hope you’re taking care of my sister. If not I’ll fly to Seoul and beat you to a pulp.”

After your brother said that you playfully smacked him and took Jin away, “You did great meeting my brother Oppa! But are you ready for your next challenge? Cause it’s time to meet my parents!” You squeezed his hand reassuringly and continued to drag him towards more people.

You found your mom and dad finishing the dessert arrangements, “Mommy! Daddy! I’m hoooommmeee!” You squealed as you ran up to them.

“Welcome home! Are you staying home??” Your parents were of course happy for you in Seoul but they missed you terribly, “Oh and is this Seokjin?”

“I’m not staying home, I have to finish school! And yes, this is my boyfriend!” You smiled up at Jin.

He gulped and smiled, “H-hello. My name is Seokjin. Nice to meet you.” He shook your dad’s hand and as he was about to shake your mom’s she pulled him in for a hug.

“Sorry I’m a hugger. And since I’m hugging you, that means I approve of you dating my daughter.” She smiled.

But Jin looked a little lost. You realized you had to translate a bit of that for him. But he was smiling nonetheless.

“Last test I promise Oppa. It’s the matriarch herself. My grandma.” Now your grandma may have been turning 80, but she still acts like she’s 40. Your grandma stood at the head table, dressed in an extravagant gown. She was with your oldest cousin and his kids.

“(Y/N)!” He exclaimed as you dragged Jin over, “You made it! How was the flight?”

“It was good! Long...but good!” You gave him a hug, “This is my boyfriend Seokjin!”

Your cousin gave Jin a visibly firm handshake, “It’s nice to meet you.” It looked like the handshake was really firm cause you saw Jin flinch a little, but nothing too noticeable.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Jin smiled and didn’t let the surprise get to him.

“Oookaaay. I think you’re hurting my boyfriend.” You separated their hands and looked at your cousin, “He has to meet grandma anyways!”

The two of you turned and you engulfed your grandma in a hug, “Awh man grandma I missed you! You look stunning!”

“Thank you my dear,” Your grandma smiled and looked behind you, “Who’s this handsome man that you brought with you?”

In Jin’s mind he thought, All right, handsome. It’s a good start. She recognized my outstanding face.

“This is Seokjin. My boyfriend that I met at school.” You pulled him closer and immediately your grandma engulfed him in a hug.

“I’m a hugger too!” She patted Jin’s back and let him go, “It’s nice to meet you. I hope you’re taking good care of my granddaughter.”

Jin smiled and nodded, “It is nice to meet you too. Happy Birthday.”

After talking for a bit with your grandma and some other family members, you and Jin began to walk back to your table, “I think you’re doing just fine. So far it seems like everyone here adores you. Well don’t question any of my cousins or my brother, they like you, trust me.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so,” you grabbed his hand reassuringly, “They’ve never been this approving before. But you’re amazing so I wouldn’t see why not. It’s hard to find a reason not to like you.”

“Jagi you flatter me,” Jin squeezed your hand back, “I’m glad I’m doing good. But now I need to just survive through this party then I get my reward!”

You felt heat flush through your cheeks, “Shh! Not around my family! Plus I want to go somewhere after the party.”

“Okay okayyyy, but Jagi?” Jin looked down at you warmly, “I love you.”

You smiled back, “I love you too Oppa.”

The entire party went really smoothly. Some of your nieces and nephews fell in love with Jin because of his height and even started using his arms as swings and monkey bars. Jin and your brother got along fairly well because they were both able to bond over gaming. He got along well with your parents because they loved the fact that he was a goal driven man. Your cousins all adored him for how loving he was to you.

But soon enough the party ended and you and Jin were free for the day. Before you guys decided to head back to your hotel though, you wanted to take Jin to a favorite spot of yours that you used to go to back when you still lived in the states.

It was a viewpoint that overlooked the ocean and the way that the sun reflected on it, it was just magical.

“Whenever I just needed some alone time, I would come here, sit in my car and just listen to music.” You smiled as you and Jin sat in the trunk of your rental car just looking at the view. There were beautiful points all over South Korea but this one hits differently because it was your spot. “I would forget all my worries. All the stress. I always would feel relaxed here.”

You cuddled into Jin’s side as he had his arm around your shoulder. Your heads were leaning against each other and the steady sound of you guys breathing went perfectly in sync with the peaceful serenity around you guys.

“It’s beautiful here Jagi. I would come here if I was able to also,” he kissed the top of your head, “But now that you have me, I don’t want you to have those feelings anymore. When you’re with me, I want to help you forget about your worries. I want to help take your stress away. I want you to feel relaxed with me.”

“And I do Oppa. Honestly, moving to Seoul and meeting Hobi, the boys and you really was the best thing to happen to me. I’m a much better person now than I was in the past. I’m so much happier with you now,” you looked up at him and smiled, “I really mean it Oppa. You’re the best.”

Jin leaned down and kissed you warmly, “And you’re the greatest treasure in my life. I love you so much. I really do.”

It’s true. You’ve never felt this happy up until Jin came into your life. He always knew how to make you smile and laugh. You knew he loved you genuinely. And you were the same to him. He treasured everything you gave him, because everything from you was truly genuine.

You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a hug, “I know Oppa. I love you”.

After sitting for a good 20 minutes Jin took a deep breath and whispered in your ear, “Can I claim my reward now?”

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That One London Wish

Bestfriend!Shawn.

Where Valerie doesn’t tell Shawn about her diagnosis, and he can’t help but feel heartbroken when he finds out, but like the good friend he is, he helps her get through the hard times. In the end though, he’s the only one who’s heartbroken and damaged.

WC:10k

Warnings: Blood Cancer, Blood, Angsty, Cursing.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

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Valerie was diagnosed with Stage 2 blood cancer about 9 months ago. Since then, she had been getting treatment, she didn’t tell alot of people about her diagnosis, she didn’t want the extra attention, she didn’t want to be the sick person. She didn’t want special treatment from her friends just because she was cancerous.

She was getting enough attention from her family, anyways. Valerie hated being vulnerable, she hated when people sympathized for her. She also hated when people worried about her. Shawn, her best friend, told her that people worry because they care about you and that they love you. Valerie on the other hand thought that was bullshit. She always thought that she was being vulnerable by having people worry about her. She knew some people like her family and her best friend, Shawn, would never stop worrying about her. But she still tried her best to not worry people.

That’s why she didn’t tell Shawn about her diagnosis. He wasn’t in Toronto most of the time anyways, he wouldn’t find out, he also wasn’t smart enough. She thought about telling him on multiple occasions, but always stopped herself. Shawn was going to freak out and would be on her ass 24/7 about her health. Whenever Shawn would visit home, Valerie would have to be careful around him, but it wasn’t that hard. She would let Shawn talk about his crazy, amusing life. And then whenever Shawn invited her to hangout at the bar, she would just make up an excuse, which Shawn believed for the most part.

One day, he confronted Valerie about her not wanting to hangout out with him. Shawn thought she didn’t enjoy hanging out with him anymore. He was genuinely hurt. Valerie told him that he misunderstood the situation and that she wanted to focus on her last year of University, rather than party. That was the biggest lie, and she hated lying too. When she first got diagnosed, the first question she asked was if she could still drink. The doctor said it wasn’t good for her body, and could potentially hinder with her treatment. Guess cancer drugs and tequila don’t go well together.

She was super bummed out, she even thought that she was going to die anyways, might as well die drinking. But that wouldn’t have been fair to her family, and her little sister who looked up to her, so much. It wouldn’t have been fair to the doctors either, who were working their asses off to save her. They tried especially hard on her, she was young and a lawyer to be. Now they weren’t going to fuck with a future Judge’s life. She could sue them. Lol.

It was March break, Valerie decided to spend those 2 weeks with her family, even though her dorm was close by, and her family basically checked on her everyday. Sleeping at her parents' house was still different.

Valerie was also powerful, she grew up like that. Sometimes people would give her shit for being too full of herself, but she loved herself, and she wouldn’t let a person bring her down, without even knowing half of her. She had those times where she thought she wasn’t pretty enough, but she never voiced those opinions out loud. She wasn’t going to let people know about her weak points. Everyone had their bad days, that didn’t make them weak. The only thing that made them weak was saying how they feel ugly in front of people. People use that shit against you, she always thought.

She was having one of those days right now. She stood in her childhood bathroom. She made sure to lock the door, she didn’t want anyone seeing her like this. She stood in front of the big bathroom mirror, it had a half ripped Cinderella sticker at the bottom left corner. She observed herself, she saw her hair thinning. She reached for the back of her skull, she wanted to feel how thin her hair had gotten. She dragged her fingers through her hair, and in return she only got a bunch of fallen hair tangled up in her hand, they were too thin to hold onto her scalp now.

She dragged her fingers against her scalp again, only this time, she found more hair tangled up between her fingers. Valerie’s eyes started watering, “how pathetic,” she thought, but she was allowed to cry, she was allowed to feel like this. She was allowed to tear up over the fact that her luscious black hair, wasn’t so luscious anymore, it was just dry, it wasn’t shiny and thick or bouncy anymore.

She threw out the fallen hair in the trash can, and wiped away her tears. She stood in front of the mirror again, she stared at her reflection. Valerie debated whether she should lift up her hoodie and examine her body. Her hands had a mind of their own though, they lifted up the hoodie.

She noticed that the little belly she always called her “food baby” wasn’t there anymore. She was proud of that belly, it made her human, that belly showed the universe how she was healthy, how her body was healthy. Now, all she saw was imprints of her ribs. She had lost 11.3 pounds in the past 5 months. Now she was sobbing, pathetically, as she called it.

She just stood there staring at herself, she doesn’t know how long, but long enough for her mother to come worrying about her. Valerie’s mother knocked on the door, asking if she was alright. Valerie found the strength to reply, and then she let go off the hoodie, letting it cover her body again, quickly rinsing her face, and heading out.

She headed downstairs, making sure to watch her steps. She headed to the dinner table, finding her seat. Her older brother ruffled her hair, as he took a seat right beside her. Her father sitting at the head of the table, her little sister climbed into the seat that was right beside the one that was reserved for their mother. All of them ready for breakfast.

“Val, you have an appointment today at 4 with Dr. Wilson, don’t forget, okay?” Her mother said as she took a seat.

“Mom I know, I didn’t forget.”

“I’m sorry I can’t take you, work really sucks sometimes.” Her mom said apologetically.

“Mom, it’s oka-”

“It’s okay, I’ll take her. I’m gonna be free anyways,” her brother commented.

“Alex, you don’t have too, I’m still physically able to take care of myself right now. Help me when I'm not able to walk because every body part of mine has given up on me.” Valerie commented jokingly.

“Baby, don’t think like that. That won’t happen,” her father tutted.

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She got into the car with her older brother, Alex. She was excited to spend time with her brother, her favorite person in the universe. They weren’t always close, and they had their fair share of fights, but no one understood her like her brother, not even Shawn.

“Val, don’t you fucking dare die on me. I need you there to bitch about my girlfriend,” Alex said as he took a turn and got onto the highway.

“Nah, don’t worry, your not gonna find one anyways,” she joked.

“Oh fuck you, you can’t even say that to me, the guy you’re fucking in love with has a girlfriend.”

“Okay, first of all, I am not in love with Shawn. He’s like a fucking brother to me.”

“Why the fuck are you swearing, imma tell mom,” Alex commented seriously, but jokingly. Sigh. Brothers.

“I’m gonna tell mom that you were driving over the speed limit, dumbass, what are you trying to do kill me?” she questioned jokingly.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it a long time ago,” he replies glancing at her.

They exit the highway, driving towards the downtown area of Toronto, where most of the Cancer Research hospital’s were located. It was quiet, a comfortable silence fell over both of them. After sometime Alex spoke up.

“Val, you know I love you right? I know this shit is fucking hard for you, and I don’t even know half the shit you go through. And I’m not always around and fuck I always tell you how your privliedged and that people listen to you cuz your have cancer and shit, but fuck I can’t even imagine my life without you. You are the one fucking person who lights up my entire week. Fuck- It really had to be you? Just don’t ever fucking die on me, I love you so much, even though I don’t say it enough.” Alex said, voice getting weak by the end.

“I know, but stop acting like Shawn,” she chuckled, “You’re the bitchy one, not the sentimental one.” She laughed, even though her eyes were watery because of her older brother’s little speech.

“Can I tell you something,” Valerie continued.

“Mhm.” Alex hummed.

“Just so it doesn’t come as a shock when the doctor says I'm even more fucked up than before, I have been feeling worse,” She says lightly, not wanting to ruin the vibe.

“Fuck you, I keep telling you not to fucking die on me, and you just say that. What a bitch.” Alex says making a joke. “But no seriously, I’m here okay. No matter what happens. But you really are a bitch for getting cancer,” he continues as he parks into the hospital parking lot.

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Alex opens the car door for Valerie as she takes a seat on the passenger side of the car. Both Alex and Valerie more dejected than ever.They both don’t know how to react to the news that was received.

Valerie wanted to cry, but all she got in return was that horrible feeling, when your in extreme pain but no tears come out, nothing could be worse than that feeling. She was begging for tears, no tears were miserable.

Alex on the other hand wanted to comfort his baby sister, his best friend, the strongest woman he has ever known. But he couldn’t, nothing he would say would change the fact that she was even closer to dying.

Valerie found out that the cancer had now progressed, the chemo and the drugs did nothing but make all her hair fall off. The blood cancer had now been progressed to stage 3. The doctors said that it was an abnormal growth, which they didn’t see coming. Ofcourse! She tried her hardest to keep herself together, and thank the doctors for their help.

But now she was in the car, and finally the tears started coming in. She sobbed miserably, beside her brother. Alex pulled the car over, immediately hugging his baby sister, keeping her close to his heart. He kissed her hair, continuously repeating “I love you”s and “I here for you”s.

“Shh. It’s gonna turn out alright in the end,” Alex whispered, as if he was reassuring himself. His eyes were watering now, too.

Val just kept close to her brother, cherishing every single moment she had with him. It was cliche, but she was also dying. And she would only be this emotional around her brother, she would only let her older brother, her security blanket, see her like that.

“I’m dying, I don’t want to die cus’ my body is shitty. This isn’t fair. It isn’t fair to any of us.” Valerie finally spoke, breathing heavily. She couldn’t deal with this bullshit anymore. Life.

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Alex and Val pulled up into their parent’s driveway. Both of them still deeply disappointed, but trying their hardest to turn their frowns upside down, right now though, it seemed impossible.

Valerie walked into the house, hearing an all too familiar voice. Shawn. What was he doing here? He’s supposed to be on tour? She thought to herself. She wasn’t upset because of his arrival, just upset because of the wrong timing.

She walked into the lounge where she saw Shawn having a conversation with her dad. Both of them too involved in the conversation that they barely noticed her. But they did.

“VAL!!” Shawn exclaimed, jumping off the couch and walking fast to hug her. He picked her up, and turned her around, and for a second everything was okay. Only for a second, though.

“Put me down,” her voice muffled in his shoulder, she was laughing though. She was happy, happy to see him after 2 whole months. The Iphone screen had gotten annoying now.

“I’m taking you with me tonight, and you cannot stand me up, cus’ I’ll end this friendship if you do,” Shawn said, putting her down.

“Dramatic much,” Val said as she headed towards the kitchen, grabbing some orange juice.

As she was done pouring the juice in her glass, Shawn grabbed it, before even giving her a chance to touch the glass. “I’m being serious, plus you can finally meet my girlfriend.” He babbled as he drank the juice, Val smacking him on the shoulder, for that bitch move.

“I can’t go though,” she replied, grabbing another glass to pour her juice in.

“Why?”

“Cus’ I’ve got stuff,” she said casually.

“Wow, I see. That stuff is more important than me. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda hurt,” Shawn hoped his emotional blackmail would work.

“You can’t blackmail me!” She exclaimed.

“Yes I can. It’s been years since we last met!” Shawn whined like a 4 year old child.

“Correction, 2 months. But no seriously I can’t.”

“Valerie, please. I’m like here for 3 weeks before I have to leave again.”

“We can meet up tomorrow, during the day. You are gonna get drunk tonight and forget about me anyways. And then you’re going to fuck your girl, so it’s better if we meet up tomorrow, hmm?” Valerie said as she booped Shawn’s nose and headed towards the couch.

“Okay, I promise I won’t drink and I'll spend time with you...please?” He said giving his best puppy dog eyes.

“Shawn I can’t, please. I promise we can hangout tomorrow.”

Shawn frowned, as he plopped beside Valerie. Clearly upset. She wanted to hang out with his best friend, but she couldn’t. She still had to break the horrific news to her parents. She didn’t want to, but she had too. Shawn would never understand, simply because he had no clue what was happening in her life.

Shawn got up from the couch, and headed towards the door. Valerie got up, following him, making sure he wasn’t too upset. But obviously he was, what could be more important than him? he thought. Maybe she had a boyfriend now? he thought further. Or a better friend who had now replaced him.

“Shawn, please. I promise I’ll spend the day with you tomorrow. We can have breakfast and hangout.”

Shawn huffed. Still pissed. His overthinking not helping him one bit.

“Shawn,” she grabbed his wrist, making him stop. “Atleast you can get shitfaced tonight,” she suggested, raising her eyebrows.

“Yea,” he tried to hide his smile, but Val already knew she won him over. “But don’t you dare bail on me tomorrow.”

“K, and bring Ava and Brian with you too, it’s gonna be fun!” She squealed as she let go of his wrist.

She stood in her porch, and watched him drive off in his jeep. Never in a million would she ever believe that the Shawn she knew was now known by millions. She kind of hated the fact that her Shawn, was now known by millions, but she was also glad. She was glad that people knew a person like Shawn. The sweetest, most loving person she has ever come across in her life.

She walked inside, going back to the T.V show she was watching. A little while later, her little sister, Olivia, sat beside her, and started watching the show with her. As time passed, her brother and father had joined them as well.

Her father wanted to ask what happened at the doctors, because she seemed upset, but he resisted. Instead he asked his son, Alex. Alex told his father what happened, both devastated. Her father didn’t know how to react though, he was definitely upset but this news had shocked him. It seemed as if his brain shut down on him. He had to pretend he didn’t know though, in front of Valerie until her mother came anyways.

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After a while, it seemed like minutes, but after 2 hours, Val’s mother walked through the door. She was happy, she was expecting amazing news. She wasn’t prepared for what was to come.

She went over to her family who were all busy watching the T.V, and took a seat beside her husband, hoping to get the best possible news. “So what happened? What did they say?”

Valerie fixed her posture, grabbing the T.V remote and lowering the volume. She looked over to her mom, sadness reflecting in Valerie’s eyes. Her mother got the idea, but she still wasn’t ready for what was to come.

“Well, they said that- um- it has gotten worse,” Valerie spoke up, “And that chemo and radiation and the drugs didn’t help much.” Her little sister listened to her speak, intently.

Valerie looked over to her mother and saw the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She continued though, she wanted this to be over with. “Well, now they’ve diagnosed me with Stage 3 Lukemia, and they’ve given me more drugs and stuff, so that it could get better. But they said that there were low chances of recovery now.” She had tears in her eyes now too.

The room was eerie. Everyone too scared to speak. Everyone too busy feeling heartbreak, unfairness, disappointment, but most importantly feeling Valerie’s presence, not knowing how much longer she’d be present amongst them. No one would ever say that out loud, it would make it true, as if it wasn't already. But they were scared, even Valerie, the strongest woman anyone in her family had come across.

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Valerie woke up from her phone buzzing on the nightstand. Shawn. He was facetiming her. Valerie answered the phone, before thinking twice. The call answered to a well dressed Shawn.

“Oh my god, did you just wake up?” Shawn exclaimed.

“Heyy…” she replied groggily, “what can I say, I had a long night.” She tried winking at the end of her sentence.

“Holy Shit Val, we are supposed to meet in like 10 minutes, and ur princess ass just woke up.”

“Okay! Okay! I’m getting out of bed!” she gave him her best wide smile, “are you gonna pick me up?”

“Yea! I’ll be there in 20, your ass better be ready!”

“K, bye,”

She intended to get up, but she thought that 5 minutes of laying on the bed wouldn’t hurt anyone, she never meant to fall back asleep. But there she was in front of Shawn’s eyes, snoring.

First, he thought about letting her sleep and going to lay beside her, like old times. But that thought was stolen, by the fact that Brian and his girlfriend, Ava, were waiting for the both of them. Then, he thought of a better idea. Screaming.

Valerie woke up, definitely scared, not knowing what happened, but someone was screaming, so it was definitely something bad. She rubbed her eyes, and then saw Shawn screaming.

“Shut the fuck up!” She exclaimed loudly.

He stopped, but then started again. She got out of bed and smacked his chest, hardly. And then he finally shut up.

“I thought you were supposed to be ready by now,” Shawn exclaimed.

“Can you let a girl live, for fucks sake!” she said as she headed to the bathroom.

Shawn found himself at ease, as he laid on her double bed. Her familiar scent lingering on the sheets. Rosewater. She always smelled like that, it didn’t match her outspoken personality, but Shawn always knew she was delicate like a rose, no matter how hardcore she came off.

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Valerie headed out the door, not forgetting to grab her 2 bottles of pills. She didn’t know how, but she had to sneak them inside her after every meal. She bid her mother a good-bye and headed towards Shawn’s Jeep.

Ava was sitting in the passenger seat, and Brian in the back, right behind Ava. Shawn opened the back door for Val, and shut it for her when she got in.

“Hi guys!” Valerie exclaimed as she made herself comfortable in her seat.

“HEYYY!!!” Brian and Ava bursted together, Brian hugging her for a good ten seconds.

Shawn had now pulled out of Valerie’s driveway, a smile sporting on his beautiful features. Ava shifted her body, so she could look at Valerie with ease.

“It is so nice to finally meet you. Like Shawn wouldn’t shut up about you, it got kinda annoying, no offence, but now I know why!” Ava said with a bright smile on her face.

“Really? He likes me that much?” Valerie chuckled, “But no seriously he needs to learn how to stop talking about you! I thought I was the only girl in his life.” Ava laughed at her comment.

“Well boo, now that we have each other we don’t need Shawn,” Ava exclaimed.

“Hey! That's rude. And for your information, both of your life would’ve been dry without me,” Shawn exclaimed.

“I was doing pretty well, without you, Shawnieee,” Valerie teased, Shawn frowned at her comment but smiled knowing she missed him, alot.

Before they knew it, they were at a little cafe in downtown. Valerie, Brian, and Ava headed to the little patio, that was owned by the coffee shop, some girls spotted Shawn, and he was held back. Brian and Valerie sat beside each other, while Ava sat opposite to Brian, and the seat beside her reserved for Shawn.

After a couple of minutes, Shawn came and took a seat, ordering their breakfast. All four of them busy talking. Everything seemed normal, even with a new member in their group. Valerie found out, Ava was raised in Mississauga, another town close to Toronto. They both had a lot in common, she genuinely liked Ava.

“Val, What happened to your hair?” Brian questioned out of nowhere.

Ah Shit, she thought.

“Oh, I don’t even know, it just started to die and like I think its cus’ of the stress and stuff? I don’t know but something like that,” she tried to convince him, and Shawn who now took notice of her hair, and started examining her. Her whole body.

“You also lost a lot of weight too, everything fine?” This time Shawn questioned, voice full of worry.

“Again, Prolly cus of the finals and the stress and stuff,” Valerie replied, feeling very uncomfortable.

Shawn nodded, even though he didn’t believe her, he let go, but both Shawn and Valerie knew, Shawn was going to inspect further, later. Valerie hoped he didn’t though.

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After eating breakfast and roaming around the streets of downtown Toronto, all four of them ended up in Shawn’s penthouse. Val was still awestrucked by his place, not believing the little boy who talked her out of losing her virginity at the age of 16, owned that big of a place.

Shawn grabbed Ava’s windbreaker, hanging it up in the little closet beside the door, then grabbing Valerie’s adidas jacket and hanging it up as well.

“Hey pass me your bag too,” Shawn said mindlessly. Valerie already occupied in a conversation with Brian, passed her purse to Shawn without thinking twice. Oh boy.

Shawn grabbed her purse placing it on the little table placed opposite to the door, but his clumsy self dropped the purse. The contents of the purse falling out. Lipgloss. A tiny mirror. Eyelash thing -the thing that Shawn didn’t know the name of. A scrunched up receipt. And pills.

Pills? Shawn picked up the two little bottles up. Why does she have pills? Shawn questioned quietly. He rotated one of the bottles in his hand and saw her name on it. Valerie Russo. Take 1 pill with meal each day. Was she okay? He thought further. Busulfan. Shawn quickly snapped a picture of that one bottle, not caring about the other one. He was going to search up what it was used for, before he accused her of something. For all his dumbass knew, they could’ve been vitamins.

Shawn quickly stuffed the fallen out contents in Val’s bag when he heard Brian calling out his name. He walked into the Living Room, putting on an act. He sat opposite to Valerie, examining her. He noticed the little eye bags, and her face a little more paler than the last time he saw her. He notices her oversized hoodie, wondering what else she’s hiding under there. She looked bonier than before.

“Let’s go swimming!” Ava said, pulling Shawn out of the dark train of thought.

I don’t feel like it, you guys go, I’m gonna hang around here.” Valerie said with an apologetic smile, though this only worried Shawn more, Wasn’t swimming her favourite thing in the world? He thought.

“Kay, Brian go with Av, I’m gonna hangout with Val for a bit,” Shawn said, in his best possible normal voice.

Brian and Ava were busy splashing each other, while Shawn was busy searching up Busulfan, the medicine he found in Valerie’s bag. He only wanted to know why she had it. Was he going behind her back? He was too confused. A little heartbroken over the fact that Valerie didn’t let Shawn know about whatever was happening in her life. But again they might just be vitamins. He hoped for the latter.

“Busulfan is a chemotherapy drug used before a stem cell transplant to treat blood cancers. It may also be used to treat other blood-related disorders and cancers. Busulfan can be given by drip into a vein (infusion) or as tablets.” That’s the first thing he read on his phone. Shawn’s heart sinking further and further and read each word. Blood Cancer? That’s not possible right? Shawn kept asking himself. He moved his gaze from his phone to Valerie, who was too busy looking at Ava and Brian. Not paying any attention to Shawn.

Shawn didn’t know what to say. Why couldn’t they just be vitamins. He felt as if something was stolen from right under him. Hell, it wasn’t explainable. It was so much more worse than all the heartbreaks he went through because of shitty girls.

Valerie was his person, she was always there for him, supporting him through everything and anything. Why was this happening to him? Was he going to lose Valerie? Shawn’s mind was going crazy with the overthinking.

“Shawn, want something to drink?” Valerie had asked him this question about three times and finally this time she got an answer but she was taken aback.

“There is something you’re not telling me,” Shawn declared after the five minutes of silence.

“What?” She questioned.

“You’re sick!” Shawn exclaimed loudly, Valerie startled, not expecting that.

“Shawn I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She said, scared.

“Oh fuck you and your fucking act. I saw the fucking pills in your bag. Do you fucking think I’m some 10 year old, who you can fool?” Shawn said still talking loudly, moving closer to Valerie.

“I- Shawn-” She was speechless, she really was though, she didn’t know what she was going to say, she wasn’t prepared for this moment.

“When were you going to tell me,” Shawn asked quietly this time. Heartbreak evident in his voice.

He was met with silence though, he already knew the answer though. Never.

“How long ago were you diagnosed?” Shawn questioned, throwing his head back against the back pillows of the couch, rubbing away the prickly tears that were forming in his eyes.

It was quiet for an eternity, at least it felt like it. “About 10 months,” Valerie finally spoke up, voice still quiet though.

Shawn chuckled. “Ten. Fucking. Months.” He inhaled sharply continuing, “Am I that inconsiderable?” he questioned, now definitely heartbroken.

“I was scared,” Valerie spoke, voice breaking.

“Scared of what? Of me thinking I would get cooties from you?”

“I don’t know. I was scared of you finding out.”

“Right, well guess what, I still fucking found out after nine fucking months. You kn- I- Fuck. I don’t even know what to say to you anymore. I can’t even look at you the same. I fucking trusted you, I was suppose to be your fucking bestfriend. I am the one who was supposed to be there for you. I was the one who was supposed to be the person who you came crying to. Fuck Val, I was suppose to be the first person to know, and you couldn’t even bother letting me know you were ill for ten fucking months.” Shawn’s eyes were bloodshot red by the time he stopped talking.

“No don’t you fucking say that to me. Do you fucking realise how hard it is to tell the people you love, that you are fucking dying. Shawn there were so many fucking nights when I called you, and then you answered and you were all happy, I wasn’t gonna ruin that because of my sickness. I tried so many times, I fucking tried so many times, but you fucking tell me how you are suppose to tell the one person you chose to be apart of your life, the one person you chose as your family, how was I suppose to tell my bestfriend I’m dying, that the fucking doctors have given up on me. There is nothing they can do, Shawn. It’s like they are fucking handing you your death certificate,” Valerie replied fully breaking into sobbs.

“Well guess what Val, No one is happy. You fucking tried to keep me happy and now look where I am, the saddest I have ever been in my life, not cus’ my bestfriend is dying, but because I have never felt more betrayed in my life. I trusted you more than anyone in my life, and you couldn't even be bothered.” Shawn stated, rubbing away his tears.

“Shawn-” Valerie went to touch Shawn’s arm, but he shrugged her off.

“You know, I legit have no control over my life, everything I’m supposed to do, all the decisions made about me are not taken by me. I don’t know what my management would want me to do when I go back. I have no control. But when it came to you, my fucking family, I thought I would be apart of the decison making, I thought that I would have a say, I thought I would be important. Fuck making decisons. I thought I'd be important enough to at least be told things, to know what was happening, to not be left in the dark.” Shawn said, voice quiet as ever, Valerie knew she broke him, because she never saw him like this. Not even after he broke up with his girlfriend of 2 years.

Valerie tried to hug him, knowing hugs helped him when nothing else did, but he pushed her off of him. Never in a million years did he think he’d be this hurt over a girl. A fucking girl who betrayed his trust. But it was Valerie, the girl he went through puberty with, the one he’d call at 12 am because he was nervous for his date the next day, the girl who let him copy her notes, the girl who’d call him everyday telling him about everything. Everything. Well not everything for the past 10 months, atleast.

It was quiet, both of them not knowing what to say. They had never been through this big of an argument, if you could even call this that. All you could hear were sniffles coming from the both of them, and Brian and Ava’s voices in the distant. Both of them happy as ever, not having a clue of what was going on inside.

This world is such a weird place, Shawn thought. Someone was probably having fun, like Ava and Brian, or this might be the best day in someone else’s life. Maybe they were getting married, maybe they knew their forever, even though it didn’t exist. Maybe they had a child, but they were happy. Happy. Satisfied.

But then there was the other half, having the worst day of their life. Maybe they lost someone. Maybe they found out their significant other was cheating on them. Or maybe they found out they were losing someone, that, that the one person they loved so much was slipping right away, and they couldn’t do a single thing to help them, to stop them from slipping away. Like Shawn.

“So, what do the doctors say? Can they remove it?” Shawn questioned gently, not knowing what was to come.

Valerie inhaled sharply, deciding it was better to come clean. “I went yesterday, and… they said that, well I got diagnosed with stage 3 lukemia yesterday.”

Shawn breathing became laboured. She really was dying wasn’t she?

“And they said, um the doctors. Yea well they said that it has been spread to other organs, and that well basically they told me that I'm dying and that they can’t do anything to help me,” Val continued.

It was quiet. Eerie quiet. Shawn was too busy thinking. Valerie hoping he would just say something. Both of them scared as fuck, though. How is a person supposed to react? Boy did they both wish this was a movie, or a nightmare. A long long nightmare. It was too scary to be true, right?

“Shawn, say something.”

Valerie was only met with silence though. She tried again.

“Shawn, please, just-”

“What do you want me to say? Congrats on dying? Or congrats over the fact that you successfully hid this from me for ten whole months,” Shawn exclaimed, raising his voice.

Valerie stayed quiet, sobbing away her pain. Shawn had never seen her like this. Weak, physically and emotionally. He had never seen her sob like that, those heartbroken sobs. And neither had he seen her this boney. If that was even the right word.

He moved closer to her, pulling her close to his chest. He rested his chin on her head. “We will figure this out. I promise. I’ll get you the best doctors in the world. I promise you are gonna be alright, everything is gonna be alright and then when you’re perfectly fine, I’ll finally take you to London. And we will tour Europe together, I promise you. Just don’t give up on me, please,” Shawn said desperately, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Shawn.”

----

It had been three weeks since Shawn found out, and for the past three weeks, Shawn tried to get in contact with the best Oncologists. He has went as far as trying to get a hold of professors at Harvard and Stanford, for the first time using his fame to get through things. Big things, atleast. He even cancelled his promo tour, Andrew was upset but right now he couldn’t possibly give less of a shit about Andrew’s pretty feelings right now.

Valerie, on the other hand was trying to stop Shawn from trying to get ahold of every doctor in existence. She could feel herself slipping away, she was starting to give up, everything became too much. A little too much. Her monthly visits to the doctor now became weekly. The doctors advised her to stop going to university. She didn’t listen to them though, until she almost fainted while going up the stairs. Walking more than a hundred metres had become a nightmare. But she pretended to be okay.

Everyone kept saying how she was so brave, but no one knew how she was slowly slipping away, well except for her brother. He noticed, but he didn’t say anything, just cracked some jokes to see a smile on her face. Shawn was too busy trying to save her life to even notice how she was worse than before, he kept calling and calling, not realizing he wasn’t getting anywhere. At some point Valerie thought, he kept “calling” because he couldn’t even look at her, forget about looking her in the eyes.

Though, Val’s worst nightmare was coming true. All of a sudden she was just a sick girl, no more future lawyer. No more, brave, strong, or the cold-hearted bitch. She had slowly become the centre of attention, and oh how much she hated that. Why couldn’t she just be normal, why did life do her this dirty.

Her baby sister on the other hand, was quiet. Really quiet. One day, Valerie approached her, asked her why she was so quiet. She ignored Val’s existence, as if she was already dead. After a couple of days Val approached Liv, her sister, again. As she walked into her room, she saw her quietly sobbing. She asked what was wrong, but the question Liv asked was unexpected.

“You are dying aren’t you? And I don’t get why everyone is trying to sugarcoat it… but I just want the truth,” Liv sobbed.

“You sure you can handle the truth?” Valerie questioned.

“I know I won’t be able to, but the truth is better than sugar coating the worst thing that has ever happened to you.”

“Yes, I am. At Least that's what I think, but you never know, I might be immortal,” Valerie replied winking at the end.

Olivia chuckled, for the first time in weeks probably.

Valerie layed back on her bed, “You know mom and dad, and Alex and even Shawn, they all are trying so hard to keep me alive, but I don’t know, it’s like I don’t want to be here. Like all of sudden, everything has become too much, too much for me to handle. Everyone is so busy trying to stuff pills and drugs inside me that they don’t even notice me wishing to not be here. My life has become a living nightmare.

“And I just feel like a nuclear bomb, you know. Like right now I’m a bomb threat, everyone is on high alert. Just waiting for the bomb to go off any second. And when the bomb finally goes off, I’ll have this forever impact on everyone, a negative impact. Like, you know, when you are thirty and have a guy or kids or whatever, I’ll still be haunting you, you know. It just sucks being that person. I hate being that person,” Valerie said, deep in thought, almost forgetting her 10 year sister was sitting right beside her.

“Well, when I am thirty and have a guy or kids whatever,” Liv chuckled, quoting Val, “I’m gonna remember you as the best person I’ve ever come across. Val you aren’t a bomb, you aren’t harmful, and I know you think that, but all of those people are trying hard, really hard, to keep you alive. Cus’ you are special and cus’ you mean so much to them. If you were a bomb, they would’ve let you go a long long long time ago.

“I didn’t try talking to you, cus’ it was hard. It’s hard for me to look at you and not think if you are gonna be here a week from now. And I hate thinking that, I hate thinking that you might not be here in the morning. I hate thinking that, but I can’t help it. I can’t help but think what life would be like when you’re not here, before I go to sleep every night. And I promise myself to not think like that ever again, cus’ you’re not going anywhere, but then I wake up and see you are not you anymore, and then all those thoughts come back.” Liv finally stopped tears marking there way down her cheeks.

Valerie looked up at her sister, who was seated beside her. She pulled her to her chest, so she was now laying in Valerie’s arms. Valerie kept Liv close, knowing Liv would never forget this night, no matter how old she got. Then Val finally spoke, “Hey you know, it’s okay to think that. To think about the future. At Least you aren’t being delusional like Shawn, who is trying to get a hold of doctors who live thousands and thousands of miles away from us. It’s okay to think that, you know why,” Liv shifts her head, now having a view of her older sister’s drop dead gorgeous face, “Cus’ it’s good to know what’s to come. It’s good to think about the reality and what’s actually supposed to come when everyone else is being delusional.”

With that both of them fell asleep into their peaceful slumber, both of them getting some sleep for the first time in days.

----

A few more days went by, until that one Wednesday where Val woke up to her throwing up blood. Alot of blood. She didn’t know what to do or who to call, except to run to the bathroom and spilling all her blood in the toilet. She couldn’t hear or feel anything. All she heard was the sharp ringing in her ears, that was starting to cause a headache, and all she could feel was blood gushing out of her system. The sharp ringing in her ears resisting her from thinking. She knew vomiting blood was normal, but throwing up this much blood was definitely not normal.

Shawn was suppose to have breakfast with her, that Wednesday. He was patiently waiting for her in her parent’s lounge, until he got impatient and walked up to her room. He was pissed off, they were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago, he couldn’t help but be frustrated. He thought she probably wasn’t even awake, he thought about all the ways he could wake up Val, maybe pouring a bucket of water on her, he thought.

But the second he walked in, he saw an unmade bed, and heard disturbingly inhumane noise coming from the bathroom. Should he go in? He thought. He was deep in thought for about ten seconds until those voices got worse, and he decided to walk in would be the best thing to do.

As he opened the bathroom door, he saw Valerie puking blood, her hands covered in blood, and Valerie herself limp against the toilet. He headed over to Valerie flushing the toilet for her, and then rubbing her back. He held her hair for her, and then he finally saw her face, pale as ever. And that’s when he knew to call the ambulance because it was so much more complicated than normal puke.

The ambulance was here in a couple of minutes, taking Valerie and Shawn to the nearest hospital. Shawn was freaking out, It had been twenty minutes since Shawn walked in on Val, and she was still unstable. Was this finally it? Shawn thought.

As soon as the ambulance reached the hospital, Val was taken into surgery. The doctors gave very little information to Shawn, and that was only freaking him out more. While Val was in surgery, Shawn called her mom and dad, and her brother. All of them completely losing their sanity.

----

Valerie made it out of surgery, okay. Not the best but okay. The doctors were keeping a close eye on her and so were her loved ones. After much convincing, Shawn stayed with Valerie for Friday night. He couldn’t sleep for the past two days, whenever he closed his eyes, all he saw was a Valerie covered in blood.

He sat beside Valerie, she was asleep. But he was looking at her, intently. Even when she had wires hooked up to her, she still looked as beautiful as ever. Shawn grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles gently. He kept telling himself, that she would make it, that she was strong, the strongest person he ever came across. But he knew that was far from the truth.

Valerie stirred as she felt something wet on her hand, opening her eyes she saw Shawn with teared up eyes. She squeezed his hand, Shawn finally noticing her.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, you woke up at the wrong time.” Shawn commented.

“Well maybe you should stop crying and let go of my hand, then I can probably fall asleep and not wake up until the morning,” Valerie added weakly, giving him a weakened smile.

Shawn got up from his chair, and motioned for her to move over so he can lay beside her. As Shawn got into the hospital bed with her, Valerie rested her head on his built chest. They both felt them falling back in time, Shawn was leaving to tour with Taylor Swift, both of them a little scared and heartbroken, not knowing if they’d still be friends, if Shawn would forget about Valerie, if Valerie would find a better friend. The night before Shawn left for the 1989 tour, they both layed like they were laying right now. Except Shawn was more built now, and both of them were 4 years older, but both of them were still scared. That didn’t change.

“You know, Brian dumped a bucket full of ice on Alexa yesterday, and she was screaming and it was crazy. But he was super drunk, I don’t think he remembers.” Shawn said after awhile of them just laying around.

“Alexa?! Is he crazy, why her out of all the people? Does he have a death wish or something? Or does he want a rumour spread about his dick being too small?” Valerie chuckled.

“But his dick is small, so it wouldn’t be a rumour, would it?” Shawn replied with a smile on his face.

“How would you know? Mendes are you trying to tell me something?” Valerie side eyed him with a grin.

“Jesus, do you realize how hard it is to talk to you!” Shawn exclaimed.

“It’s okay, Shawnie I accept all kinds of people.” Valerie added, cheekily.

“Oh shut up. Your opinion doesn’t matter,” Shawn adds.

“Oh really? But you’re does. And ladies and gentlemen that’s what we call white privilege,” She adds, raising her right eyebrow, and giving him a glare, jokingly.

“Val, you look white too, okay! Stop trying to be different,” he said, moving a little so he’s a little more comfortable.

“Um, I don’t think so. First of all just cus’ I have a white mom, it doesn’t mean i’m white. I’m proudly Italian.”

“And what, Italians are purple? Or are they pink, or even better blue?”

“Oh shut up, you will never understand the hardships of an olive coloured girl,” Valerie replied, jokingly.

“Whatever you say, Ma’am. But still, you fucking look white,” Shawn says with an amused smile sporting on his features.

“Good boy,” Valerie says while ruffling his hair.

It got quiet after that, for a while. Both of them feeling eachother lay beside each other. They didn’t want to be emo or anything, but fuck, were they feeling alot of things right now. Shawn held her close, he didn’t know if she was going to with him tomorrow, or even the next minute. He still thought she would recover though, because that’s who she was, proving everyone wrong. Valerie wasn’t thinking though, she was at that point in her life where she was okay with dying or living. She didn’t care anymore.

“Hm, you’re making everything so hard on me,” Shawn mumbled, into her hair.

“Oh no, what did I do, what did I do to make the Shawn Mendes’ life hard,” Val joked.

“Well first off, you decided to get sick, then you decided to die on me,”

“Hey I’m not dead yet, stop trying to kill me before the movie ends,” she said, putting her hand on heart, being jokingly offended.

“Movie?”

“Yes obviously my life is a movie! Are you kidding me, I’m in bed with Shawn Mendes but we aren’t naked. That stuff only happens in movies, my friend,” she responded, patting his chest.

“So you wanna get naked with me?” Shawn questions, confused.

“Oh hell no. I already know you’re horrible in bed. I like manly men. You are just… you,” Valerie added, looking at him, smiling widely knowing she hit that one spot.

“Hey! I’m manly, correction, you like bad men. Men who give you nothing but chlamydia.”

“Whatever, but I know you’re really bad in bed,”

“How?”

“Cus’ look at you. The guys who have the most hype around them, are the worst ones.”

“Well for your information, I’m amazing in bed, some might even say mind blowing,” Shawn said cheekily.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, kiddo,”

“Stop calling me kiddo, it’s embarrassing.”

“But I love you, so it’s fine,”

“I love you too,” Shawn says gently pecking Valerie’s forehead, both of them drifting off to sleep, soon enough.

----

Shawn woke up to Valerie peacefully sleeping on his chest. He slowly slid out of the hospital bed, making sure not to wake her up. He stood beside the bed for a good ten seconds, making sure she was still asleep. Then he headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

He headed outside, to grab a cup of coffee and a croissant, he was hungry. It was Shawn we were talking about, he was hungry all the time, he just couldn’t help it. He sat in the little coffee shop, scrolling through his phone, and replying to messages from Brian and Ava, until a group of girls approached him.

He was about to head back to the hospital, knowing the doctors would be on rounds soon, and he didn’t want to miss on what the doctors had to say. He wanted to excuse himself, but he couldn’t. He was scared people would start calling him a bitch. It wouldn’t be the first time, but he wanted to avoid that situation.

About twenty minutes later, with the crowd only getting larger, Shawn finally headed back to the hospital. He was in a good mood. He felt as if good things were coming today. Valerie was feeling better yesterday, or so he felt, but all he hoped was for good news from the doctors.

He pressed the elevator button, he felt as if it was taking forever. He thought about how he was going to surprise Valerie with tickets to London. He had already bought them, everything was arranged, Brian and Ava were coming along too. Shawn was so excited, it was so hard for him to hold back last night. But it wasn’t confirmed last night, and then this morning Shawn had gotten a text from Andrew that everything was arranged.

The elevator arrived, and took Shawn to the fourth floor, the ICU. He walked through the cold hallways, feeling a little sad, and disappointed seeing all these families so desperate, hoping that their family member made it. He was thankful though, Val might’ve been sick but at least she was here with him. As he reached Valerie’s room, he saw multiple doctors. Nurses blocking his view, when he tried to walk inside her room, the nurses pushed him out.

He didn’t know what was happening, it wasn’t normal, something was definitely wrong. He tried entering the room again, but was pushed out again.

“Stop fucking touching me! And let me see her,” Shawn yelled.

“Sir please head outside. Wait outside her room until the doctors come out,” one of the nurses said, patiently.

Shawn heads outside, mumbling a couple of “fuck you’s.” He waits outside, time becoming his worst enemy. He becomes highly fidgety, not knowing what to do, or who to call. He tries pushing the worst thoughts out of his head, but he can’t help it. He can’t help but think the worse. But then his extremely tired brain reassures him. “Everything is going to be okay,” he keeps repeating like a prayer.

After about 5 minutes of living hell, not knowing what was happening to his best friend, the doctors walk out of her room. He can’t tell from their facial expressions, but he knows they are not smiling. Maybe doctors just have a poker face? He thinks.

“Hey Shawn,” Dr. Wilson approached him. “Um, I don't know how to say this,” Shawn’s heart sinks, “But um, Valerie passed away at 10:52.” Shawn’s ears started ringing, he stopped feeling, “she had a heart failure, we tried to revive her, but it was already too late. Um- we- well we don’t know what caused the heart failure, but we will find out, after the autopsy. I’m so sorry.” With that Dr. Wilson walked away.

Shawn just stood there, he didn’t know what to feel, he stopped thinking until he felt something wet on his hand. Tears. His tears. He zones back in, finally realising what had happened. He walked into Valerie’s room. He sees her helpless as ever, never had he ever thought he’d see her like this. He walked closer to her, gently caressing her cheek. He finally sees her, the Valerie he had grown up with. She isn’t sick anymore, she’s peaceful, as if she’s out of pain.

He grabs the chair from the corner of the room, and brings it closer to the bed. He takes a seat and grabs her hand, he kisses her knuckles, somewhat hoping she’d wake up, like she did last night. But all he’s met with is silence. And then the waterworks start. He can’t stop the tears. They just keep coming and coming. He’s sobbing by now, but he hasn’t let go of her hand.

“Val, we are going to London, please wake up. You can’t just walk out on me like that. Val, please, love- please wake up,” he desperately pleads, hoping this is just some kind of prank, but all he’s met with is silence.

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Tastes like Sex on the Beach (Ethan Ramsey x Diana Haynes)

This is part of the @blackcatkita margarita drabble challenge. Somehow this got out of my control and got itself into full-blown fanfic. Honestly I have no idea in which category to place it. As this is kind of not smut, but also I would this call fluffy or angsty. Somehow this probably all from each of them. Thank you for @fluffy-marshmallow-heart for letting me to set this in Flames of Yesterday universe, I tried not to give up too much of what may happen in there. And I hope you will love it. I tagged everyone who originally tagged in Flames of Yesterday tag list, but if you don’t want to be tagged in nothing else except of series themselves please let me know.

Word Counts: 1723

Author’s Note: I’m so thankful to my friend and co-writer @fluffy-marshmallow-heart for writing Ethan’s memory for me as this was part of one scene that will be later in Flames of Yesterday. To not reveal too much here will be small part of it only.

When Ethan entered the pub it was crowded as never before. Before leaving the hospital he heard that some surgical intern has a birthday party there. And he also knew that Diana will be here. Against his better judgment he went to the pub all the same in hope to see her, in hope to finally be able to speak with her. Ethan knew already that all this years Diana was free and maybe… just maybe she also reciprocated his feelings… the once that inflamed with renewed power since the day she seen her again. He also knew that this never meant to be as she was still his intern. But all the same here he was. Sitting at the bar, drinking his fours glass of scotch, neat. His eyes fixed on the blond girl playing the pool. Her short skirt running up her tights and some intern’s hands unceremoniously landed on them, pressing into her too intimately for his liking. One hand sliding upfront grazing the skin of her flat belly, while another taking her hand in his setting a precise aiming angle for shot. In the dim light of Donahue’s their eyes met… and in that moment… in that exact moment he knew that he cannot resist her anymore. His blood pumping in his ears, and his lips are dried out as is his throat. He watch her unblinkingly making a shot, her eyes not leaving his, her tongue running along her upper lip, her breasts pressed firmly to the table grinding her ass against the guy’s crotch. He can bet everything on it that the guy is hard as rock from the way her little body writhes on the pool table before she raises up. He can feel how his own hardness stretching the material of his pants.

Lost deep in thoughts, he fails to notice how Diana make her way across the dance floor toward the bar, leaning on the counter near to him.

“Can I have a tequila, please,” she shouts to the bartender trying to out voice music. Her eyes shoot toward Ethan, mischievous smile spreading her lips, before she continued. “Make it two.” Pushing the bouncy blonde waves of hair to one side she turns to face him. “Soooooo… Dr. Ramsey, will you just sit there and ogling me or you will do something about this.” She moves closer to him, her lips brushing his earlobe and Ethan can feel her hot breath on his cheek. The subtle scent of ocean breeze mixed with the sweet fruity wind and a hint of vodka enveloped him making him drunker than he was already. Subconsciously he starts to wonder, how would she taste if he would kiss her.

“I thought…” Ethan’s voice low and laced with desire failing him for a moment. His hand brushing her tight not able to resist the temptation to touch her. He clears his throat before continuing, “I thought you were quite enjoying yourself already. Or did you not?”

In a moment her eyes widen and realisation hitting her, making her laugh loudly, throwing her head back. Her eyes sparkling in the dim light.

“Did you… did you thought that something was going on between me and Bryce?” Diana asked incredulously placing her hand hesitantly on his tight.

“Isn’t there?” his eyes wandering from her hand placed on his tight to her luscious lips finally meeting her cement grey eyes. His gaze is intense burning deep inside her soul, the blood roaring in his ears.

When the bartender places two tequila shots in front of them they both simultaneously reach for them: their fingers brush lightly and their hearts speed up in unison. Ethan could see the sparkles of mischief forming in Diana’s eyes while they still were burning with flames and her lips curled in a smirk. The small dimples forming on her cheeks the once he noticed all this years ago across the dance floor, while her body was brushing against her best friend. The once that fascinated him and mesmerised every time when the smile reached her eyes. Ethan breath hitched and he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“I have an idea how we can make this much more interesting,” she purred, her body leaning closer to his and he could see the contours of her firm globes through the neckline of her blue top. “Or are you too afraid?” she murmured her hot breath against his ear, lips grazing the earlobe.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” he retorts. “And you are too drunk…”

“I’m not drunk,” Diana interrupted him, placing her finger on his lips shushing him, before he could finish the thought. “Tipsy the most. So I want…”

“What do you want?” Ethan asks in a low hoarse voice. His eyes almost black with lust. His fingers itching to touch her, to grip her hips and move her on his lap grinding her against his hardness, to kiss her deep tasting the sweetness of the cocktail she drunk. But instead of this, he grips the tequila glass firmer trying not to be tempted by his desire.

“I want you…” Diana smirked watching how his eyes widened from her confession before continuing to speak. “to do a body shot with me.”

“Diana…” he growled, warning lacing through his voice. He could see the boundaries were slipping from them, he knew how dangerous it becomes. He knew that this… this can ruin her career and less than anything he wanted to do this. But somehow he couldn’t find the willpower to say no. The voice of Diana’s friend slipping inside his mind, the one he tried to ignore all these weeks, but somehow now his voice was louder than ever.

Ethan chuckled lightly. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Beckett rose an eyebrow. “Yes, you were. You’ve had jealousy written all over you since we started at the hospital. You assumed we were together, and therefore didn’t pay attention to anything else.” Ethan opened his mouth to argue but Beckett cut him off before he could. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve seen the longing, the respect, the passion, the…” Beckett paused a moment. “The love. My advice? For what it’s worth…don’t waste time denying your feelings. If there’s anything I’ve learned today…time is precious. You’re not going to know how she feels until you say something, do something. I wasted three whole years not introducing myself to Oriana. The two of you already know each other. There’s still chemistry after five years of not even knowing each other’s’ last names. Tell her. She may be more receptive than you think she is.”

“So… what would you tell?” she asks breaking him from the haze of memory to the present. He nods hesitantly, taking the lime in his hand and gently giving it to Diana, watching her take it between her teeth.

“Collarbone?” Ethan spoke, watching Diana shake her head, taking the shot in her hand and placing it between her breasts. Her eyes never leaving his, and her hand brushing along the firm velvety skin of them, showing the place for him to sprinkle some salt.

“Diana…” he breathes out, his voice barely audible in the loud atmosphere of the club. And he is thankful for the dark corner in where they are sitting, the one that hides them from everyone’s curious glances. He moves closer to her, his eyes lingering on her breasts before looking her in the eyes. “Are you sure…” he whispers, his breath brushing her neck.

“I’m sure… just do this. Please…” her voice more like a moan, her eyes pleading with his. And he knows that he cannot resist her anymore, at least not today… at least not at this moment. His ocean blue eyes met her crater grey ones in the dim light before he bend closer to her. His hands resting on her hips and his tongue lightly flickering over her breasts at first one side, than the other before sprinkling some salt on them. Despite the fact that the pub was loud he could hear a soft moan escaping Diana’s lips and his eyes meet hers again not letting go of her gaze deliberately slowly licking off the salt from her breasts. After he done with this he grabbed the glass from between Diana’s breasts with his mouth. Finishing the shot by tipping back his head before meeting her eyes. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting to her lips holding the lime, his face moving closer to hers. His lips closing on the lime brushing hers, feeling how the tangy fruit disappeared inside his mouth and they lips meet. When their lips met everything seems to stop existing around them. And before they knew it their lips where pressed firmer to each other, deepening the kiss. He could feel the mix of smooth salty mixture with notes of butter, caramel, and spices with a subtle hint of sweet taste of the Sex on the Beach cocktail. One of his hand run along her back cupping the back of her head, his fingers woven into her hair moving her closer to him. The other hand gripping her hip firmly. Diana could feel how his kisses quickly became eager and demanding. Pleasure zigzagging through her, pooling in the warm pool of desire. Their tongues massaged each other in frantic caresses, deep and impatient. They both groaned with desire pulling on each other making the space between them non existent. Moaning and groaning between kisses before finally breaking apart for an air. They breathing is heavy, their lips swollen and bruised, and their eyes clouded with desire.

“Di…” starts Ethan, his voice hitched in his throat and he feels soberer than he was moments ago.

“I know,” she whispers before taking her shot of tequila quickly, their eyes locked on each other while she emptied the glass and bit on the tingly flesh of the lime.

Hitting the glass back on the bar with a thud she stands up from the stool. She put a fake smile on her face, the one that never reached her eyes, the one that never put the dimples on her cheeks. Winking at him she moves quickly toward the dance floor not saying a word to him before disappearing in the crowd.

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Personal Connection- Ch. 4 (Scorpio)

This is my submission for Day 4 of the @tpthvegebulsmutfest ! Sorry, it’s so late and that the rest of the prompts won’t make the 24th deadline, but I’m still going to continue posting them and finish this story. I will also be posting the story in full to Ao3. So enjoy! Last chapter, Vegeta kept his promise to rock Bulma’s world day and night, but what happens the next morning? And how bad is a scorpion’s sting?

“Good Morning, West City! We’re looking at yet another fantastic day! Blue skies and plenty of sunshine so be sure to get out doors as much as you can and enjoy the day! Moving on, in breaking news this hour…”

He tuned out listening as the radio broadcaster moved on from the only thing he was really paying attention to for the morning. Good weather means practice was going to go as usual today and he couldn’t wait to get back on the field and try his swing again. Training for the Androids was going great he thought, but it was also stressful. As much as he thought he was improving, there was the nagging feeling of ‘Is it enough?’ So he’d contacted his old coach to see if he could join the team for practice today and get some much needed down time. A few hours playing baseball wouldn’t hurt, right? Yamcha hummed to himself as he picked up the newspaper and flipped through it to get to the sports section. He wanted to studying up on the more recent stats of his old team, didn’t want to get shown up by any of the rookies if he could help it.

Headlines were usual; Government this, Officials that, blah, blah, blah. Not sports, flip. Oooh, Horoscopes. Okay, his for starters…Pisces, ‘Your intuition, imagination, and insight have served you well on the job, and should pay off soon. A raise, commission, or perhaps a chance to invest in the company could be offered to you. Your self-esteem will definitely receive a boost! You might also find that you’re growing even more intuitive than usual, and people are looking up to you because of it. Give yourself a pat on the back. You deserve it.’ Well, don’t mind if I do, he grinned. Okay, now he signed with the team on November 2 so next was Scorpio, ‘Rely on your intuition instead of waiting for your rational mind to decide. Your head may have been swarming with conflicting ideas yesterday, but the answer should be clear today. Just tune into your gut feeling and make your decision.’ That boded well for training with the team. Flip. Flip. Aha, there. Sports. He picked up the section…and saw the Entertainment section’s main headline underneath. ‘Capsule Corp Heiress Hot And Heavy With New Man’. The letters were massive, he couldn’t help but see them…the paparazzi-caught picture underneath. Bulma looking really sexy in her business attire, must have had a meeting or something, standing outside a restaurant, hand in hand, with—

“Son of a bitch!” Yamcha recognized the flame of black hair and royal scowl immediately.

He dropped the sports section and poured over the article about Bulma and Vegeta. His darting eyes soaking up every word:

‘Capsule Corp Heiress Bulma Briefs is single no more. A month after her breakup with baseball player Yamcha Rekishiyoma of the Taitans, she was seen at stylish restaurant Gabu with a mysterious new man. It is reported that the couple snuggled in close together as they ate bacon cheeseburgers and fries…’

Snuggled?! Her and Vegeta of all people!

‘…Talking intimately the entire time…’

What?! What the hell could they have to talk about?! A new drone for him to blow up?! Destroying the Gravity Room yet again?! Threatening to kill her and blow up the planet?!

‘…After an hour long lunch, they left the restaurant holding hands…’

Holding…No!

‘…On the sidewalk, her alluring new man went in for another close moment then literally swept her off her feet, flying with the Heiress off to who knows where to do who knows what. Wink, wink.’

Yamcha dropped the paper and ran out of the nearest door. The one to his apartment’s balcony. He instantly jumped into the air and flew off for Capsule Corp himself. Screw practice, screw training because that murdering bastard was…was…

* * *

The movement woke Vegeta, but he didn’t let it on. It was kind of cute to feel her tiny little body wriggling beneath his, trying to get out from underneath him. She huffed and puffed as she shifted this way and that and little by little made her way out from under him. He tried very hard to suppress his grin and continue to play asleep as he listened to her.

“Shit,” she hissed in a whisper, “Saiyan log.”

A chuckle very nearly escaped his chest. No, the Saiyan log is what’s between your legs. Gods, he had to fight to keep the smile off his face.

She continued to struggle. Pushing and shoving at his body, but Vegeta refused to make it easier for her. Finally, he decided to help her a little. He shifted his center of gravity ever so slightly and it was enough for her to finally heave on of his arms, shifting the limb just a little.

“Yes,” he allowed himself a slight grin, figuring she wasn’t looking at him as she cheered herself and kept pushing on his arm. He put the grin away and replaced it with a stony, ‘sleeping’ face as she started to wriggle again, apparently thinking she had shifted his arm just enough away from her body to allow her to scoot her body up and out. She wriggled again, tried to scoot…the gasp rattled through her.

“Oh my Kami, you fell asleep still inside me.”

He grinned to himself…then he heard a soft chuckle come from her. The sound was the most beautiful thing he could ever wake up to.

“Good boy,” she laughed. “But I have to.” She sighed and scoot again.

He felt himself slip out of her just a little.

“Aw, shit,” she giggled to herself, “I’m wet again.”

He pursed his lips tight, trying to maintain his façade of deep sleep, but inside his was laughing as much as she was. I’m hard again.

She scooted again. He slipped out of her a little more again.

“Shit,” she gasped, “Even in your sleep, you feel so fucking good. Kami, you’re the best.”

Damn right, he gloated to himself.

She scooted. He slipped out a little more. Scooted. Slipped. Scooted. He fell out of her gently, the tip of his head slipping down her entrance before landing on the warm softness of her bed. Vegeta felt his shoulders slump, it didn’t compare to how warm and soft it was inside her. Her womanhood was the perfect home for his manhood, falling asleep inside her had convinced him of that. He couldn’t remember when he’d slept so well, so peacefully, and Vegeta realized it was because he never had peace before, never felt so absolutely safe and secure that he could let himself drift into sleep so deeply. As deeply as he had been inside her before falling asleep. He still couldn’t believe that he had made love to her twice. There had been wild bouts of fucking each other senseless in between, but still…Vegeta had made love to Bulma twice! What the hell had he been thinking?! She scooted again and suddenly her hip was at his lips. He wanted to kiss it. Wanted lavish the velvet skin with his kisses and licks of his rough tongue. She shifted and the plump, luscious flesh of one of her ass cheeks pressed against his lips. He couldn’t stop the low growl rumble through his chest. Fuck, he wanted to drag his teeth across her perfect, little ass. She scooted again, and was gone from him. He wanted to reach out and yank her back, hike her leg back up, thrust his stiffening cock in her, and keep thrusting until they both begged for mercy. He chanced opening an eye just a bit and his gaze was met by the back of her thighs. Gods, every part of this woman turned him on, made him want to do things to her. She scooted and wriggled again. He was eyeing the back of her calves. Another wriggle, another scoot. And she was free of him and slipping gently across the rest of her large bed. He shut his eye as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It shifted slightly and he knew she was walking away from him.

He heard a gasp leave her…and hissing, pressure on the bouncy mattress. He opened his eye just a little again and saw her maybe a step away from the bed. Her hand on the bed for support as she bent over. Her eyes were wide and she was trying not to breath hard. Vegeta felt his chest clench. Something was wrong with her. She took a deep breath and took a step. Her leg wobbled, another step with the aid of the bed, and that leg wobbled as she put her weight on it.

“Oh Kami,” she giggled to herself again, “I can’t fucking walk.”

He smirked proudly. His chest easing and his balls clenching.

She kept taking wobbly step after wobbly step. Looking like a newborn fawn. “Oh my Kami,” she squeaked and clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. Even only getting a side view of her from the bed, he could see her eyes were sparkling with amusement and amazement. Well, what had she expected when she demanded that he satisfy her? He kept watching her until she was beyond his sight as he maintained his façade. He heard the gentle padding of her feet finally making contact with the undoubtedly cold tile of her bathroom floor…then he heard the bathroom door close as softly as a whisper.

He closed his eye and felt just how plush her bed was. Although he admitted he didn’t think she’d accept reclining in anything other than luxury. He brought his arms up under the fluffy pillow beneath him and held it tight to the side of his face. He turned his face a little and inhaled deeply. It smelled like her sweat…like his too. He laid the side of his face back on it as the sound of her faucet being turned and the low rumble of water passing through the pipes in the wall as her shower started. Vegeta sniffed the air. The smell of their joined musk was still in the air even with the balcony doors still open. He reached down beside him and brought the bedsheet up. The moment he gripped the fabric and lifted, the intense smell from between the sheets hit him. The bed reeked of their sweat and cum. Gods, it was enough to snap his eyes wide open. Surely it would gag the Mother when she came in to change the dirty sheets yet again. She may be insanely happy all the time, but even he had to admit that she was by no means stupid or ignorant of the ways of carnal behavior considering she had a child. She would know immediately what the Hell they had done. And she would have a fair guess at how much of it they had done.

Vegeta rolled over and sat up. Gods, the scent wafted up to him with every move he made. He could smell her cum on his crotch, smell his own there two, and sweat. Holy shit, he was drenched in their scent. It filled his nostrils. He couldn’t escape it…

Did he want to though? Did he want to get out of this bed that permeated with their scent? Did he want to walk away from this room and no longer smell of her so thoroughly it was like she coated his skin like lotion?

Vegeta looked over at the closed bathroom door as he ran a hand over his face.

* * *

Bulma stepped under the hot water and let it wash over…soak her hair…pelt her skin like a masseuse…Ahhh, it felt great. She lowered her face from the water stream and reached out for her bright pink loofa sponge. She held it against her chest, letting it start getting wet, while she decided which of her assortment of body washes she wanted to use today. Suddenly she felt familiar rough hands slid gently over her stomach.

“I thought you didn’t like it when my cock wasn’t in you,” he purred lusciously in her ear.

Bulma grinned as he pressed his body against her back. She leaned into him. His muscles seemed to fold in around her. He liked her doing that apparently, she reminded herself to do that as often as she could to feel him do this to her as often as he could.

“I don’t,” she said and his chest vibrated against her back with his growl. She felt his cock stiffen a little where he’d pressed against her butt crack.

He nuzzled her behind her ear, that always sent a thrill up her spine that made her whole body tingle with arousal, “I like the strawberry one.”

“What?” She was enjoying him touching her, nuzzling her way too much. Bullshit, there was never too much. She laid her head back against his shoulder.

“I like it when you smell like the strawberry and cream one.”

Oh, my bath wash. “I thought you liked me walking around like the new scent you gave me, the one that drives other men away from me.”

Another growl escaped his mouth by her ear so close she shuddered from how much it turned her on to hear it so close and primal like that. His fingers bent and she felt the tips of his nails drag over her stomach. Her legs trembled slightly, Oh fuck, I’m wet again.

“That’s for them,” she could practically hear his lips peeling back to reveal his sharp canines; her legs trembled again, Oh so fucking wet, “The strawberries and cream are for me. It reminds me of your breasts,” he looked down over her shoulder and saw perfect little nips of luscious bright red berry peaking out from a plush bed of cream. He felt his cock harden, So fucking perfect.

“Your cream,” she asked.

“Yours, Vulgar Woman. Your creamy flesh,” he breathed that last word before licking up her jawline.

“Oh fuck,” her hips bucked, rubbing her sweet ass cheeks against his hardened member pressing against her.

“I’ll get to that after I clean you.” He purred.

He moved his nose to her wet hair and sniffed. “Your hair smells like salt. We need to fix that.”

She lifted her head as he reached forward. He put his hand on one of the bottles, not one of the body washes but a shampoo. She felt him turn his head to look at her.

“This one,” he asked, watching her.

“No,” she said.

Vegeta moved his hand from the purple bottle to a yellow one.

“This one?”

“No,” she smiled. He smiled, she was catching on to his game.

He moved his hand at last to the pink bottle. Strawberries and cream shampoo.

“This one?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Mmmm, strawberry.” He hummed.

She laughed as he plucked the bottle from the shelf.

She laughed as he plucked the bottle from the shelf. He flipped the cap and lifted it over her head, she trusted him enough to think that he wasn’t going to dump a ridiculous amount on her head like a cruel joke. Vegeta squeezed out a quarter-sized amount of the pink creamy gel onto her teal hair then capped the bottle, and put it back on the shelf. Bulma lifted a hand to her hair, but before it could reach into her hair, Vegeta’s hand was there to take it away. She went back to holding her loofa to her chest as he placed his hands on the top of her head and ran them down. That’s not what she expected. She felt him smear the gel over as much of her hair as he could with sweet tender pets. Her eyes widened, what the hell? But…his touch was so gentle, yet thorough. He laced his fingers up through her hair…then around it…then Vegeta’s fingers began massaging her scalp until he worked up a lather. She smiled and let the feeling of his tender care relax her…and simultaneously turn her on even more for him. He was taking care of her and few men realized the absolute turn on that was. When he was sure her hair was clean, he leaned by her ear.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered. She did. He placed one hand at the back of her head and tipped it forward into the hot water.

His fingers worked diligently, intricately, tenderly to help the water rinse the shampoo from her hair. Bulma luxuriated in the warm water and the warm attentions until Vegeta was content that every last bit of soap had been cleansed from her beautiful, soft hair. Then his hand slipped under her chin and lifted her head out of the water. Then his other hand dabbed at her face with a soft, dry cloth until she opened her eyes. His lips were at her ear again.

“Clean?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

He put the washcloth on the shelf. She watched again as his hand found the pink bottle of body wash and pulled it out of the lineup. He flipped the cap and lifted it to the loofa at her chest, he squeezed out some of the clear pink gel onto the pink mesh then capped the bottle and put it back on the shelf. Bulma started to mover her fingers around the pink mesh, but before she could work it into a lather, Vegeta’s hands were there to take it away.

“No, I clean you.”

He took one of her hands in his and guided it up to behind his head and left it there. He switched the loofa to his other hand. He took her other hand in his and guided it too to behind his head and left it there.

“I clean you.”

“Oh, okay.” She got it now, Bulma laced her fingers together at the back of his neck and looked down at her own body. She watched him work the pink mesh slowly into a lather. Then he pressed against her chest and squeezed. Pink-tinted white foam squished out and slipped over her breasts. Her breathing hitched while his remained steady although it definitely did not escape her notice that his cock was a rock now. One of his hands scrubbed the loofa gentle over one breast while his other slipped over her other breast. She writhed. He cupped her, ran his fingers over her suds covered, pert nipple…pinched it softly between his fingers…his thumb caressing it slowly. She closed her legs, squeezing them tight together. “Oh Kami,” she gasped.

The loofa switched hands. Soft, soapy mesh scrubbing gently of her already aroused breast while his other hand cupped the cleaned breast. His fingers slowly caress her nipple to hardening. She squeezed her legs tighter. Biting her lip. Unable to hold back the moan. He pinched her nipple gently and her hips bucked, rubbing his excruciating cock between her plump ass cheeks again. He groaned. His thumb rubbing her nipple.

“Fuck,” she gasped. Hips bucking again, she wanted him so bad right now. He groaned, his fingers gripping her breast for a moment until the sensation eased enough for him to continue.

He moved the loofa down over her smooth, flat stomach. Scrubbing gently while his hand rubbed the suds into her skin. He moved and moved until her stomach as clean. Every scratch of mesh over her supple skin, every caress building and building the yearning between her legs. Then the loofa and his hand went down, down, down, she felt them at her crotch. The hot suds squeezing over her curly teal hairs there. His hand threaded through them, rubbing, until he tried to put his hand between her legs and she refused to budge.

“It’s alright,” he told her.

She shook her head.

“Yes, it is. Now open your legs.”

“If I open them, I won’t be able to close them.”

He knew what she meant and he smiled tenderly at her. Vegeta closed his eyes and leaned his head against hers. “I trust you.”

She knew what that meant for him to say those words to her. Words he’s probably never spoken to another being in his life, not even himself. She parted her legs bit by bit. Kami, she wanted him there so bad. His hand slipped in swiftly, not wanting to prolong her torment. He rubbed the soap over her lips, noting how they trembled with her legs before withdrawing his hand.

He pushed his body just a bit more against hers and urged her under the water. She followed his lead and the still hot water washed away the soap from her body. He dropped the loofa and she watched and felt his hands slip and slide over her body as he helped the water wash away the foam.

“Kami, I want to cum.” She whimpered.

“I’ll help you with that in a few minutes.”

She whimpered as he removed her hands form behind his neck. He turned her around to face him. Her body flush with more than just the heat of the water and the glow of cleanliness.

“Now—”

“Can I clean you,” she blurted out desperately. Kami, she wanted to run her hands over his ripped body at least.

He nodded, “Now you clean me.” He finished saying.

“Oh thank Kami,” she breathed and he smiled.

She put her hands over his biceps, worshipping them with her touch and her eyes, salivating at them for a moment before slowly turning her and Vegeta around so that they’d switched places. Her hands went to his chest. Those pectorals, she bit her lip again, she loved how his chest had pressed against her breasts when he laid on her, rubbed against her breasts when he moved over, in her. A rattling exhale escaped her.

“You’re drooling, Woman.” His voice was condemning, but his face was all cocky-as-hell smirk and his cock…

“Uhnn, my mouth isn’t the only thing dripping wet.”

This time it was his breathing that hitched. His chest was heaving now. Her fingertips gently pushed him back and he stepped. The water cascaded down his body. Slipping over every luscious, deeply etched line of him. She licked her lips, suddenly thirsty as hell. He growled. She looked up at his face and his eyes were half-lidded and blazing with fire at her. Kami, they were both really horny. Her eyes watched the water weight down the flame of his hair…fall down the lines of his face…neck…collarbone…pecs…oh, fuck those abs (I could go for a six-pack right now)…finally streaming along his erect rod and dripping off it. She squeezed her eyes shut. Legs shut. Looking away. She had to calm down.

“Calm down, calm down,” he soothed and dare not touch her. He was barely holding on by a thread himself. Seeing her barely able to keep her hands off him, fighting the undoubtedly severe urge to jump and ride him until she lost her voice…till he lost his voice. “Bulma—”

“Don’t say that right now. I’m gonna cum if you say it again.” She held her hand up to silence him as she struggled to regain control of herself.

“What the fuck do you think I’m going to do if you don’t stop looking like that? Do have any idea how much I want throw you up against the wall and take you until it’s ground to dust behind you? Then throw you on the ground and pound you until I can’t breathe? How about wanting to crawl out of here on our hands and knees and doing you sore on the floor of this bathroom? Grinding you into the carpet right outside the door? How about ending up right back in your bed and making love to you until the fucking thing shatters?!”

She stared at him. Eyes wide and clear. She pointed at the shelf of bottles behind him—

“Is that…?”

He nodded without looking back,

“When did you bring a bottle of your shampoo and body wash and your own loofa in here?”

“I told you that I came in here before I went to meet you.”

She took a deep bracing breath then stepped closer to him, she saw him brace himself as well. With a trembling hand, she reached past him and took up his royal blue sponge and the grey bottle of body wash. She opened it, squeezed a dollop of white, creamy gel on the sponge, closed the bottle, and put it back on the shelf. She pulled the sponge to her and rubbed her fingers over it until it frothed with a clean yet musky smell. She looked up at him…was that admiration she saw in his eyes? For what? The ability to control herself while standing in a hot shower with the sexiest fucking man she’s ever seen in her life after he just told her all the ways he wanted to fuck her into a coma after they showered together? …Okay, so yeah, that’s pretty damn admirable of her.

A mischevious grin crossed her face, she bit her lip again, and pressed the loofa to his ripped chest…and squeezed. She watched the foam seep over him…down him…clinging to then dripping off his cock. She licked her lips again, “Sooo creamy,” she purred.

“Gods dammit Woman! I told you not to do that.”

“Nooo, you told me to stop looking like that, I’m looking at you now.” She giggled.

Suddenly he reached out and yanked her against his body. She gasped, stunned in his arms. He stared right into her eyes, “Don’t tempt me.”

She leaned closer, “Don’t tempt me, what?”

She could feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock pressing against her. He could probably feel her heartbeat raging in her core, she sure as hell could.

“I’m not saying it, Woman.”

Bulma looked away from him, putting a pout on her face as she watched herself move the scrub over his perfect chest.

“I could make you,” she warned, her hands slipping the lather of suds over his skin.

“You could try.” He watched her tensely. “I know the game you’re playing, Woman, I did it to you just a moment ago.”

“Your hands all over my body.”

“Yes.”

“And I was helpless,” her eyes rose to meet his.

He worked his mouth, mulling it over shortly, before nodding. He lifted his hands and balled his fists behind his head. Surrendering to her the way he’d guided her to do for him. “You clean me.”

The scrub moved, slowly tracing playful designs over his chest, her hands lathering the suds of his pectorals. Her touch was like lightning. Vegeta’s skin tingled while a storm raged in his chest. He hadn’t been kidding about nearly cumming just watching her squeezing her legs shut and refusing to look at him. To think that she couldn’t handle his touch anymore, that she wanted to feel him inside her again so badly…it was intoxicating, addicting.

Her hand and the scrub moved lower…lightning zinged through each muscle of his abs. How he wished it was her lips? Those soft, plump, pink lips of hers. The matching set to the soft, plump, pink lips between her legs. He groaned as one of her nails suddenly trailed on his skin.

She didn’t look up at him as her hand and the scrub went lower…Fuck, he bit his own lip. She was going there, going there the way he had.

“It’s alright,” her voice was soothing.

“I trust you,” he repeated quietly.

The scrub slipped down the plunging vee of his lower abdomen…and along the shaft of her rock hard cock.

“Fuck,” he gasped. His cock throbbed. His cock throbbed so bad for her. Any part of her.

She answered his prayers. Her hand lathered the white foam over his shaft and head with swiftly, minimized his arousal as much as she could just like he had. Then she dropped his loofa as her fingertips gently pushed against his chest. He stepped back again and the water washed over his chiseled body. Her hands helped it sluice the foam away from his caramel skin…she felt fantastic.

“I’m aching for you.”

“I’ll help you with that when I’m done with your hair.”

He lowered his hands as she reached past him again. Vegeta admired her restraint, he hadn’t realized she had any when he first came to Earth, but the more time he spent around her, observing her, he realized she was a creature of restraint. She teased, she played, but she held herself back. And now, she teased him with her touch, she played with him with her laughter, but when she was so close to him, she kept herself from the raging desire consuming both of them.

Her reach brought back his bottle of shampoo. He dipped his head back and the water poured down the back of his head, rewetting his hair as she flipped the bottle’s cap. She balanced delicately on the tip of her toes and poured a few dollops of mint green, creamy gel onto his doused black flame. She recapped the bottle and put it back. She balanced on tips of her toes and ran her hands through his hair…and lost her balance. She rose on tiptoes again…and again eventually lost her balance.

She was struggling and his hands went out to hold her hips. She stared at him for a moment then nodded.

“I trust you,” she told him.

One of his hands slipped off her hip and down the back of her thigh to hike up on of her legs over his hip…then he reached behind her with his other hand and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he held her as her fingers smother the gel over his head then working her fingers through his hair…massaging his scalp with firm pressure, nails sending surprise thrills down his spine whenever they made contact his scalp. When she was sure she’d got his hair as clean as she could, Bulma smoother her hand over Vegeta’s forehead.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered and he obeyed.

She gently tipped his head back. Her hands and fingers worked through his hair again helping the water rinse the dirty suds away. He let his shoulders sag under her pleasant, tender attentions. Kindness, it was pure kindness. Pure care. What she’s always shown him. Shrieking temper aside, she’d never done anything to harm him, not ever. At first he thought she was tricking him, lulling him into a false sense of security before going in for a strike to bring him down, but that strike never came, he just woke up to her maintaining vigil at his bedside after some reckless behavior blown both him and the Gravity Room to smithereens. He had baffled him that he would wake up to her by his side…then she kept taking care of him. Every cut, every bruise, every ache and pain, she was there with bandages, there with ice packs, there with healing salve that soothed his body…and her smile and bright eyes soothed his soul. She’d become a sanctuary to him. He found solace in her presence…in her voice…in everything about her. She lifted his head back up. His heart pounded in his ears.

“Clean,” he asked.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Finally,” he breathed, turned, and two steps later his hands provided cushion as her back hit the wall, they kissed with all the passion they’d been denying themselves.

“Inside, Vegeta, inside,” she gasped.

One pelvic thrust and he was into her waiting, spread core to the hilt.

“Ahhh, yes,” Bulma moaned putting her forehead against his.

And Vegeta kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. Bulma’s lips found his and devoured him hungrily.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” she moaned with each move.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah,” he grunted with her.

Their lips brushing against each other. Their breaths puffing over each other’s mouths. Her legs tightened around him. A hand slipping into the hair at the back of his head, the other gripping his shoulderblade. One of his hands tightened it’s grip on one of her plump ass cheeks, the other threading it’s fingers into her teal hair, cupping the back of her skull.

“Uhnn, Vegeta.”

“My Bulma.”

* * *

His feet landed on the grounds of Capsule Corp for the first time in months. Yamcha still wasn’t sure how he was going to get in, he’d flown out of his apartment so fast that he’d forgotten the spare set of keys that would have let him in without having to ring for someone first…Her balcony!

Yamcha flew up and around until he spotted her balcony…and his. That murdering, evil bastard’s room was right next to hers. Was that how he’d moved in on her? Worked on her when Yamcha wasn’t around? How had he come sniffing around Bulma?...Or had he just taken what he’d wanted one night then Bulma was so traumatized by it that she convinced herself that he had feelings for her rather than admit to herself what really had happened? Yamcha’s fists clenched. Was that it? Or was Vegeta using Bulma to keep getting free stuff and the free ride—immediately the image of Vegeta bouncing a helpless Bulma on his crotch while she screamed and begged to get away from the homicidal maniac’s sadistic grin haunted his thoughts. My poor Bulma! Yamcha dove for her balcony.

* * *

“Oh Kami, Vegeta, you’re always so good to me.” Bulma moaned as his tongue and lips made the most sinful meal out of her neck. With every thrust, his tongue worked magic over her pulse and her nails dug into his luscious, caramel skin. “More, uhnn, more.”

He picked up his past and her body shuddered.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she breathed with every thrust.

He buried his face in her neck and just focused on slipping himself deeper and deeper into her faster and faster.

“Uhnn, Vege-, ah, ah, ah, Ve-, ah, Ve-, ah, Fuck, ah, ah, Ve-, Ve-,”

Words failed her again. They always did with him. He loved hearing his name die on her voice, replaced with agonizing moans as her body tightened with his. His balls were wrung tight so much so that he’d thought he’d cum just by entering her. Her walls gripped with him with sticky desperation. Even now he could feel them tremble against his own throbbing.

“You want to cum,” he couldn’t help but moan the question as he slowed for a moment. It was still nowhere near the excruciatingly slow rhythm he used when he made love to her, but it was much slower than before. He exchanged speed for powerful thrusts that moved both their bodies in sweeping movements up and down the wall.

“Oh ffuuck, yes,” she gasped as her held fell back, “Uhnn, ah Kami, uhnnn.”

He could feel her wetten more. His own cock started trembling. He wanted her walls to flutter. He wanted her sweet, agonizing pussy to pull the orgasm out of him.

“Cum for me, Woman, uhnn, ah, just for me.”

He’d never begged anyone for anything in his life. Never groaned and moaned like this with anyone ever in his life. But her. His Woman. He’d do anything for her.

Her legs tighten around him even more. Her legs trembling. Her head fell forward again. Her mouth by his ear in that way that sent chills and thrills up and down his spine.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum for you.” He breathed.

“Don’t stop, Vegeta, oh Kaa-mmi, don’t stop.”

He picked the pace up a bit for her but not so much that he’d sacrifice how incredibly deep he was getting in her.

“Vegeta! Vegeta! Vegeta!”

He feel it in her. Her body was starting to still…the calm before the storm that her quaking walls would unleash. His own body was stilling, his balls clenched so tight they were just waiting for the chance to release in her…Any moment…Any moment. Oh Gods, she felt so good. So fucking good. Oh fucking Gods! He wanted to fill her with so much of his seed they’d repopulate the entire fucking Saiyan race!

* * *

Yamcha landed on her balcony and rushed through the open doors…

“Holy shit,” he gasped as the overwhelming smell hit him. He’d never smelled anything like that before. It was so strong and musky!

But before his mind could even process that, his eyes took note of the clothes on the floor. There were men’s clothes here and—

“—stop. Vegeta!”

“Bulma!” He raced to her opened bathroom door and rushed in…

To see Bulma pinned to the wall by Vegeta. Her legs wrapped around his waist as the Saiyan’s hips moved and his butt muscles flexed with each thrust. One of her hands gripping into the black hair and the other digging deeply into the Saiyan’s shoulder blade. But the look on her face…the way she was chanting Vegeta’s name…she was…

“Vegeta! Vegeta! Vege-, Vege-, ah, ah, uhnn, Vegetaaaa!!!”

Her scream echoed off the walls and her nails drug deep scratches across Vegeta’s back as her toes curled and her legs shook. Her jaw slackened in a look of the most powerful ecstasy Yamcha had ever seen.

And he felt his heart, everything he’d ever known of her shatter like glass…She’d just cummed. She’d just orgasmed on the thrusting dick of his murderer. How…how…How could…

“How could you?” The panged whisper barely reached his own ears under the screaming of his murderer’s name.

Feeling her claw his back, Gods that spurred him. He kept going and going. Grunting and groaning. Thrusting and thrusting. Gods, he wanted to join her. Her walls were beating against his cock and he wanted his cock to…to…Fuck! Fuck!

“Bul-, Bulmaaa! Uhnnn, Bulmaa! Ah, Bulma,” he breathed into the side of her beautiful neck. His cock jolted. His hips jerked and slammed into her as he cock released his seed into her sticky, wet core. He moved his hips over and over. Helping her sweet, sweet walls milk him. Milk him dry. He couldn’t give her enough. She held on to him with the most loving arms and tender embrace in the universe and he knew he could never give her enough. But dammit he would never give up trying.

“You son of a bitch!! Did you just cum in my girlfriend?!!”

Vegeta’s eyes popped open. Bulma’s head popped up, eyes wide…she screamed. She screamed bloody murder.

“Noooo!!!! Yamcha, get out of here! You’re ruining it! How dare you ruin it!” She reached for bottle to throw at him, but everything was out of reach. “Get out of here!” She cried. “You’re ruining it!”

Her tears streamed down her face and Vegeta held her, his hand falling from cradling her head to wrapping around her little waist as she fought for something, anything to throw before giving up and descending into wails. He was terrified about what to do and overcome by how protective she was of what they’d shared…just as protective of their privacy as he was guarded of it, of them.

He turned burning murderous eyes on the pathetic excuse for a man that kept ruining her life. Who had walked in on them in the most intimate moment and ruined how private and precious it was for them.

“GET OUT!!” Vegeta roared as Bulma wept over his shoulder, distraught over the violation of her private joy.

“No! You get off of her you sick—”

“You bastard!” She wailed, “Yamcha, you bastaaard!”

Vegeta held her tighter, pinning her more to the wall, protecting her and shielding her with his body the way he did after they made love. His scowl burning another death sentence into the intruder.

Yamcha was stunned. Absolutely stunned.

“This is how?! This is how you get over me?! By fucking my murderer, you wh—”

“Vegeta, don’t!”

The slur froze in Yamcha’s throat as Vegeta brought up a his hand in a single motion complete with ki blast. But he didn’t fire, Bulma’s plea staying his hand…for the moment.

“You can’t,” she pleaded, “The room’s too small.”

Vegeta didn’t bother looking around, her bathroom was the same as his. Any ki blast of killing magnitude would be disastrous in such tight confines and the glass…he’d be shredded shielding her body from it and even then he wouldn’t be enough to protect all of her for the tearing shards. The ki blast died in his palm. But Vegeta kept his palm aimed at Yamcha.

“Really?! That’s it?! Not ‘Don’t, its Yamcha’, but ‘Don’t, the room is too small’?!”

Bulma was silent, but at least she had stopped crying. She clung tightly to Vegeta as reddened, sapphire eyes glared fiery daggers at Yamcha.

“You do remember he’s killed me before! That he’s threatened to kill you!”

Vegeta’s arm tightened around her tiny waist. He felt her arms tighten around him, her nails digging in possessively. It thrilled him, but he kept up his glare at Yamcha and his waiting palm never wavered.

“Go back to your sluts, Yamcha,” she growled dangerously, “He’s mine.”

Vegeta’s heart clenched. She’d claimed him. She’d claimed him infront of one of her, undoubtedly former at this point, friends with such a clear and daring possessiveness. Vegeta had never been his own man from the age of six, but this, he wasn’t her property or her slave, he belonged to her because she belonged to him. His fingers pressed into her flesh, his scowl deepening.

“You think he gives a shit about you? You really think he here for anything other than getting pampered here by you and your family before killing all of us and destroying the planet? Really?! Fine! We’ll see! We’ll see when I tell your parents!” Yamcha ran out of the room.

“No!” Fear filled her entire body in an instant, Vegeta paled. “Please, Yamcha don’t! I’ll do anything! I’ll—” She looked at Vegeta and he looked at her…then she shut squeezed her eyes shut and bowed her head in shame, “I’ll go back to you just don’t do this!”

“Bulma,” Vegeta gasped. She’d just offered herself in exchange for him…just offered her body to save him…

Her struggles in his arms were desperate and quickly overrode Vegeta’s hold on her. His stunned face as agape at…her feet hit the floor and she was off, “Yamcha don’t!!” She was so slippery that she slipped from Vegeta’s reaching grasp and ran out the room, slipping into the bathrobe she hung on the door. Vegeta shut off the water and hurried out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist as he ran after her.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she ran and ran and ran…she saw a flutter of his jacket as her ran ahead of her. Tears blurred her vision, “Please Yamcha!”

“No! That sick freak has to go!”

“Don’t!”

He whipped around a corner. She followed. They were close. So close to the kitchen and dining room. To her parents.

Another corner. There at the end of the hallway, the stairs…and the dining room.

“Yamcha!!” She was gaining on him. Desperation and fear pushing her legs to extremes she didn’t know she could get to.

He was at the top of the stairs, a few more lengths and she’d have him…and flew down them. No, she couldn’t fly. She couldn’t fly.

He landed at the bottom. Her feet bounding down stairs.

Yamcha went through the doorway and Bulma screamed. Saying nothing but just wailing for all her lungs could manage. She clung to the frame of the doorway at the bottom staring in at her parents staring at her and Yamcha.

She was screaming. All Vegeta could hear was her screaming. His feet lifted and he took flight. He saw her clinging to the door frame of the dining area and landed by her side. He reached for her only to freeze—her parents were watching him, watching all three of them.

“Bulma, dear, what’s wrong?” The eternally perky Mother asked with a large bowl of fresh fruit in her hands, she’d been about to place it on the table when her daughter had screamed, the sound freezing her in place, “Oh and Yamcha and Vegeta, are you boys hungry?”

Vegeta knew enough to know that the Mother was trying to diffuse the situation with feigned innocence, but the Mother was as smart and wily as the Woman she’d given birth to. The Saiyan knew to keep his mouth shut…the idiot didn’t.

“Do you know what they were doing?!”

The movement caught Vegeta’s eyes; Bulma was trembling like a leaf, panting, eyes wide with terror. She’d offered to give herself back to a relationship that made her miserable to protect him…she…he’d…Vegeta’s chest clenched like he were trapped in a vice.

“I caught them screwing in her shower!”

Bulma buried her face in the wall. Eyes squeezed shut. “No,” she sobbed, “They’ll throw him out. No.”

Vegeta had never felt such a rage before at the sight of his Woman in anguish. How dare that weakling!

“Oh, shower sex in the morning! How exciting!” The Mother chirped.

Wide, stunned eyes gaped at Mrs. Briefs.

“Wh-what?” Yamcha couldn’t believe his ears.

“Oh-ho-ho,” Panchy giggled, blushing as she eyed her daughter and alien houseguest, “I guess that explains how underdressed the two of you are.”

Bulma clasped the fold of her bathrobe tighter over her chest while Vegeta gripped the knot of his towel, both suddenly feeling the overwhelming urge to cover up even more.

“You, you,” Yamcha still couldn’t process this, “You knew about them?”

“Well, not this exactly,” Dr. Briefs finally spoke up from his still casual presence sitting at the end of the table with a hot cup of coffee and his newspaper infront of him. All eyes went to him. Dr. Briefs’ eyes met Vegeta’s for a moment…the Saiyan Prince nodded barely perceptibly, the Father went on. “Yesterday, Vegeta came to see me.”

Bulma looked back at Vegeta, but he kept his dark eyes on her father. Now he was the one who was trembling like a leaf.

“He told me that he and Bulma had had a couple of occasions in which things had, well, one thing had led to another.”

Bulma gasped and pressed herself against the wall. The line of Vegeta’s lips thinned. From what he understood of what little he had watched of the thing they called television, a suitor telling the parents of amorous dealings was somewhat taboo. She turned horrified eyes away from him and to her father, “Daddy, Vegeta told you about, about…that?”

“All he said was that two of you had had encounters before and that he, well, he asked permission to date you, my Dear.”

All the fear died. Warmth filled her. Her eyes cleared, she sniffed. “He, he what?”

“Vegeta asked permission to date you and perhaps do more if you would allow it.”

Bulma felt herself glowing. No one had ever…she felt so…Vegeta. She turned—he was gone.

“But, but,” Yamcha sputtered.

“Yamcha,” Dr. Briefs turned his paternal voice to him, “what goes on between Bulman and Vegeta is none of our business. They are two grown adults engaging in a grown adult relationship, we are not in it with them. Now, come, sit down and have some breakfast will you? Bunny just made a lovely spread.”

Yamcha’s cheeks reddened and he felt as flushed and shy as he had when he’d first met Bulma…when they were kids…But they weren’t kids anymore. They’d stopped being kids awhile ago. That was no kid that was having sex with Vegeta in a shower and he wasn’t a kid when he’d been caught in bed with one of her dearest friends…and never went after her as she ran sobbing from his apartment…when he stayed with that friend for the rest of the night, drowning his guilt and sorrow in her soft soothing words—lies, he’d fallen for the woman’s lies so that he could face himself in the morning…he’d hidden from Bulma and her friend and everyone except Puar. But Vegeta had been there for Bulma when he’d hurt her. Had been there to comfort her in an apparent physical way that had…well…Yamcha’d lost Bulma to the man that had killed them because at least that murderer had been honest with her.

“Uh, no,” Yamcha looked at the toes of his shoes, “I should leave. I, I have, uh, training, uh, with the team. Thank you though, uh. Bye.”

He turned and walked away.

Bulma watched him go then looked back at her parents. She met her father’s eyes…he nodded, she nodded. He went back to his paper and coffee as her mother finally put the bowl of fruit down on the table. Bulma turned and ran back up the stairs.

* * *

He stalked back and stopped in the hallway. To his right was the door to his room and just beyond was the door’s to hers, still open and still seeping just the slightest hint of their sex in the air coming out of it. It had all been like a dream. Some sort of fantasy that he’d been too scared to allow himself to have when he was younger…under Freiza. The lizard had never allowed him to have anything, kept Vegeta on a tight and punishing leash, but at least Vegeta had had dreams. Granted, they had been dreams about destroying the one hold the leash, the one doling out the punishment, dreams about immortality and universal domination. But this dream, his fingers shifted and he felt the softness of her towel beneath them. She had been magical. She had been on Namek. She had been when he thought she was finally rid Yamcha. She had been when he’d called her his for the first time and taken her from that stupid club and she’d taken him for most of that night. She had been when he’d decided to forgo a day’s training to be with her…and made love to her for the first, but not last, time.

“Vegeta?” Her voice was soft behind him.

Vegeta turned around.

Something had changed. All her fear was gone. Any anger he had expected to get from violating some sort of social taboo with her parents wasn’t there at all. She was…tender and her eyes were filled with the same warmth he felt in his chest when she’d offered herself to Yamcha in order to make sure her parents never found out about them and threw Vegeta out. She didn’t have to do that, but she didn’t know that at the time. She didn’t know that he’d held to the Saiyan tradition of attaining the parents’ permission to court a female…and she didn’t know that he’d also asked permission to become her mate. Her Father had asked what that meant for Saiyans and Vegeta had explained. The Father sat for quite some time in thought before giving his permission and blessings then proceeded to help Vegeta tie that ridiculous tie before he left Dr. Briefs’ personal lab and went to prepare Bulma’s room for their return.

Vegeta felt something himself. He felt hope.

“You, you told my Dad.”

He nodded, standing stock still.

“You asked his permission to…to be with me?” He could see her eyes start to redden again, the wet brimming in them again.

He nodded, felt stinging at the back of his own eyes, “I did.”

She stepped closer to him. His breathing caught in his chest as he watched her. She reached for him—then stopped. His heart chilled, she’d stopped herself from touching him. Could it be that that warmth in her eyes…had it been pity?

“I, uh,” she floundered and her hands retreated from him, “I, uh, think you should focus on your training today, okay? And I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

He felt his shoulders tingle with the urge to droop. His crest on the brink of falling…

“And then I,” he couldn’t believe he was begging like a puppy like this, “then I…I return to your room after evening meal again?”

He whole demeanor changed. Her eyes went dry, she held her robe closed against her chest, and every sense about her was suddenly distant. She’d shut herself off from him. In the course of a single heartbeat, she’d shut herself off from him.

“I, uh, no, not tonight.”

His crest shattering when it hit rock bottom.

“We should get some rest, don’t you think?”

He didn’t say anything. He was struggling to put his mask of indifference back on as quickly as possible. How could I have been so foolish? How could I have been so weak?!

“Sure. Fine then. You can rest, Woman,” he spat the name. Before turning and opening the door of his room, he slammed it shut behind him. She could keep those damn clothes, he never wanted to see them ever again!!

She flinched at the bang but she figured it was coming. They’d been so hot and heavy for each other for the past couple of days that putting any amount of brake on would come with anger. For Kami’s sake, she’d had to stop herself from touching him just a moment ago. She knew if she laid even so much as a fingernail on his skin that she jump into his arms and demand that he do to her all the things he said he’d wanted to; the floor of her shower would still be wet after all, get some really good traction for them. But no, she’d stopped herself because if she did that, if they did that, she wouldn’t even have the slim prayer that she did now of finishing what she wanted to work on…for him. She hurried into back into her room and threw her bathrobe on the floor as she dove through drawer after drawer for clothes. The smile wouldn’t leave her face and she didn’t want it to. He’d asked permission…He had asked permission!...For her! Her cheeks were starting to ache but she didn’t care. She was going to make this the best surprise for Vegeta, Her Vegeta!! She laughed.

Something flew past by her room outside her balcony. She knew instantly that was him. She raced over and leaned over her railing to watch him rush into the Gravity Room on the lawn. Then Bulma ran back into her room and finished dressing. Oh-ho-ho, he was going to love this, just love it! At least, she hoped he would. Oh, she just couldn’t wait to get started! She squealed as she threw on her lab coat as she walked out her door. Then Bulma stopped, the towel was on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Well…Vegeta must have tossed it out his door. He didn’t have to that, her Mother was bound to be on her usual daily cleaning assault on the whole their residence and would surely have picked it up for laundry, but oh well. Bulma snatched it up and tossed it into her room before closing the door and making an all out dash for her own personal lab, skipping at times.

* * *

As soon as he slammed his door on her, he slumped back against it. He should have known! He should have fucking known! She would never truly attach herself to him. No one would!

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut against the torturous stinging and immediately felt them. Tears! The Prince of All Saiyans, the Destroyer of Worlds, crying over some stupid Woman?! But he couldn’t stop it.

She’d rejected him. The moment she’d stopped herself from touching him, he felt fear creep into his body like he never had under Freiza. And when she shut herself off…Vegeta gasped, fighting hard to keep the tears back but some fell anyways. FUCK! His fist balled and shook with his pain, no one had ever hurt him the way she just had. Not even Freiza. Suddenly he ripped off her towel from his waist, turned, opened his door, and flung it out into the cold hallway. He closed the door on it, on her, on all of it. He was back. Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans.

He stalked over to the dresser and chose his old Saiyan flightsuit and armor. Battered, broken in places, battle-worn…it was like him, had been with him through it all. This was the only true attachment he had, his pride, his strength as a Saiyan. He slipped the clothes on and felt anger at himself that neither felt like a second skin to him anymore. Well, he would fix that. She told him to train…and train he will.

Vegeta walked out onto his balcony, and turned to the Gravity Chamber on the distant lawn. Then he heard it, the laugh, her laugh…He felt the tears again. She was laughing at him, laughing to herself about how she’d duped him into, into—No, he wasn’t saying it! He would never say it! Vegeta shot past her balcony on his flight to the Gravity Chamber.

He flung open the door, rushed in, and slammed the it shut behind him. This, this was his sanctuary. A place of nothing but battle. With machines. With himself. Constant war! He flew over to the control panel and began setting his parameters as the tears continued to stream from his eyes. He’d never allow himself to dream again. Dreams were for fools. Dreams were for idiots like Kakkarot. Dreams were…dreams were…his hand began to tremble over the buttons…Dreams were not for him…

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