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writemekpop · 9 months

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Birthday Blues (Part 1) | Na Jaemin

Summary: When Jaemin thinks you’ve forgotten his birthday, you have the biggest argument you've ever had.

Genre: Boyfriend!Jaemin, angst

Word Count: 1k

Jaemin was furious. It was his birthday today, and you, his girlfriend of three years, had forgotten about it.

When he woke up this morning, he could barely contain his excitement. He was expecting to see you in something red and lacey, get breakfast in bed, and have some delicious morning loving.

But to his disappointment, he woke up to you, moody, sweaty, and hurling into the bin. You were hungover from your girls’ night out the previous evening.

Soon, it was 7PM, and you still hadn’t mentioned Jaemin’s birthday.

“Could we stop by Yuta’s bar before we go home?” You asked. “They’re having a special offer. Five cocktails for five pounds! I heard they make your vomit look all rainbow-y.”

Jaemin scoffed. “That sounds just fantastic. But two nights in a row? Are you sure this drinking thing isn’t becoming a problem? Plus…” He scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly. “Isn’t there something else you’d rather be doing… especially today?”

“What’s so special about today?” you said, shaking your head. “Come on, it’s only a mile away. Do you have money for an Uber? I left my wallet at home.”

“You’re so freaking forgetful,” Jaemin snapped.

You raised your hands in surrender. “Alright, jeez! It’s just a wallet.”

“It’s not just that! What about my cat? You forgot to feed Sushi all week while I was in Morocco. She nearly starved to death! Or what about when you forgot where you parked my BMW, and I had to miss Jeno’s leaving party to search for it! And what about my bir-“

Jaemin stopped mid-sentence when he realised that you weren’t listening to him. You were busy typing away on your iPhone.

Jaemin yanked the phone out of your manicured fingers and threw it onto the floor. The screen cracked.

You gasped. Putting your smashed phone into your pocket, you turned to your boyfriend.

“Can we just… go inside?” You pointed at the bar. “I promise, everything will be-“

“Oh my god,” Jaemin said, cutting you off. “Why are you so desperate to go inside? If you really want to see your friends so much then, let’s go.”

Jaemin grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you through the door.

The inside of the bar was pitch black.

“Would you look at that?” Jaemin spat. “It’s empty. Did you forget what time you were supposed to meet up? God, why are you so dumb?”

“Jaem-“ You waved frantically at him, but he wouldn’t stop.

“You’re so disorganised… and- you’re lazy! It’s my birthday and all you’ve done is whine about your own stupid life. Why do you have to be so fucking selfish? We are done, you… you bitch!”

You and Jaemin stared at each other in stony silence. Jaemin was panting, and you were fighting back tears.

Just then, the lights flickered on.

“S-surprise,” came a bunch of unsure voices.

Jaemin turned around to see the shocked and disapproving faces of everyone he loved staring back at him.

A live band in the corner started to play ‘Happy Birthday’, but someone told them to shut up.

The room was filled with fifty of his friends, parents, cousins, colleagues… Haechan was standing in the middle of the crowd, holding a huge three-tier chocolate cake. A big banner saying Happy Birthday, Jaemin hung from the wall.

Jaemin turned to you. “You… did all this?”

Your face was wet with tears. You pushed past Jaemin and ran out of the door.

“Wait!” Jaemin shouted, but it was too late.

“Way to go, buddy,” Renjun said, slapping him a little too hard on his back. “It’s called a surprise party… ever heard of it? Y/n spent weeks organising it.”

Jaemin tugged a hand through his hair, throat dry. “I’ve really messed things up, haven’t I?”

Renjun rolled his eyes. “Welcome back to Singles Night, bud. We missed you.”

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Jaemin ran all the way home. When he saw you in the bedroom, his heart surged. You hadn’t left!

You were facing away, standing by the open wardrobe.

“What are you doing?” Jaemin asked, frowning.

You spun around at the sound of his voice. “Packing. You said it yourself, J, we’re done.”

Jaemin ran towards you and pulled the bag from your hands. “I didn’t mean any of that! I was just… angry. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You shook your head, taking the bag back. “Jaemin… you called me a bitch. Do you not respect me at all? How can you expect me to stay with you after that?”

Jaemin crumpled onto the bed, tears threatening to spill. He hugged his knees tight. “I’m sorry,” he croaked.

You sat beside him on the bed, shoulders drooping.

“I’m sorry, too,” you whispered. “You deserve someone… better.”

“No!” Jaemin shook his head. “Please don’t leave me.” He leant his head against your shoulder, crying.

You sat in silence for a moment. Then you sucked in a deep breath and stood up.

“I have to,” you said. “Goodbye, Jaemin.”

You walked out of the room. A few moments later, Jaemin heard the thud of the front door.

Jaemin stood up. He looked at the picture frame on the bedside table, it was of you and him, laughing whilst sharing an ice cream.

He picked it up and threw it against the wall, screaming. The glass shattered.

He ran into the living room, head spinning. That’s when he saw it.

There was a small box on the coffee table, wrapped with a purple bow, and a message that said ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAEMIN’. He opened the box, fingers trembling.

Inside was a sleek brass ring. He picked it up and read the inscription on the ring.

“Y/n and Nana forever.”

What a fool he was.

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ynbabe · 5 months

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Fake texts au- pt.8 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover

Lando being Lando with .jpg and Max and Charles are now involuntary babysitters

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landonorris i dont even know how y/n is alive rn

logansargeant fr I don't even remember getting back to the horel its_y/n_love I DRAK TEQUILA FOR YOUR UNGRAEEFUL ASS SMH arthur_leclerc WHY AM I IN A SHOPING CAT??? oscarpiastri why are we sleeping on the road?

its_y/n_love damn slide 5 logsn stole my bikch 😥

oscarpiastri more importantly why am i little spoon? hello? logansargeant cause I'm built diffrnt 😤

maxverstappen Never get them near alcohol. ever again.

charlesleclerc atleast you didn't have to CLIMB UP A BUILDING TO GET ARTHUR AND LOGAN OKAY maxverstappen THATS BECAUSE Y/N AND OSCAR KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE ROAD!!

alex_albon ... why am i crying im slide 4

oscarpiastri cause you weer flirting witn lily and she told you shee had a bf alex_albon understandable

username omg not them drunk answering in the comments 😭

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username WE FINALLY FOUND HER GUYS

username lando.jpg coming in clutch 💪 username not her endangering the driver's life by sleeping on the road and pushing arthur in a shopping cart 🙄 username fr like this isn't funny they should stop being friends with her look what Max and Charles said username can yall leave the poor girl alone! they're all adults it was their friends first point ofc they're gonna party ion see yall saying shit abt max and his redbull parties 🤨

After your wild night, it was Oscar who came through first, groaning at the awkward position he was sleeping in, his neck sore with a horribly tough and warm pillow under it. He tried shoving it off but was only met with soft groans and a 'fucking stop', well that was enough to wake up the Aussie.

He turned around to be face-to-face with his childhood best friend, he let out a small yelp and pushed himself off the small sofa they were sharing, waking up the others.

"Oh my god, please shut up," came the hoarse voice of his friend Y/n, from the other side of the bed, on which Alex was the only one sleeping, his phone still on Facetime with his girlfriend, Lily.

As Y/n began pulling herself up, a deep Monganesque voice protested, "Y/n, stop moving," making the young woman's eyes widen as she pulled her hand away from the shirtless f2 driver's chest.

"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" She asked looking at the boy still lying down on the floor, head clutched in his hands, "actually, Albon, why don't you have your shirt either?" she asked pulling herself up and lending her hand to the struggling boy next to her.

"I can answer that," came a woman's garbled voice through Alex's phone making him jump up to grab it, "Arthur fell off the bed onto you and when you pushed him off he used his shirt as a pillow," 'oh, that's why my ribs hurt' the younger woman thought, throwing a look at her friend, "and Alex was 'literally on fire and going to kill whoever messed with the AC'" she said with air quotes, making her boyfriend turn red.

"Thanks, Lily, I'll call you later, love you." he spoke and cut the call, "Remind me to never ever drink with the four of you again."

"Oscar, you kick in your sleep," Logan complained as he sat up, exploring all the black and blue bruises on his body, "why do we look like we were in a fight club?" he asked out loud making the others look at themselves.

Oscar had a few scratches on his knees and arms, Arthur had bruises and scratches littered all across his palms and hands and a nasty hand-sized bruise on his back, Y/n had a swollen nose, with a deep-ish cut along her eyebrow, the only unscathed on was Alex.

They all got dressed not bothering to change, knowing whose room they were in and walked to the private buffet that had been set up for the driver staying in the hotel, courtesy of Paris Hilton's soft spot for Lando.

As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Lando, smiling and laughing as he recorded with his phone.

"Merde, I'm going to die, shut the lights," the youngest Leclerc said as he threw himself on the chair, closest to him, letting his head fall back. Y/n was next to accept the defeat of being conscious, sitting and immediately letting herself slump over her head smacking the wooden table with a loud thud, the woman would have been hurt if Logan hadn't moved his hand under her face, letting it bear the brunt of the impact. The blonde wasn't in any better shape, throwing one of the table napkins on his face to block out all light and noise. Oscar was the last to sit, simply clutching his head in his hands, almost pulling out his hair, at the massive headache he had.

Soon after, the unwilling babysitters followed, scowling at the sight of the supposed adults who were in no condition to be awake.

"All four of you, delete my number from your phone," the Dutchman spoke as he sat down next to his British friend, "eighty-two calls of all of you singing Barbie girl at 2 IN THE MORNING," he yelled slightly making the four whine.

"Please for the love of god shut up," the Aussie spoke up surprising the three sober men.

"Arthur mate, what did you all drink?" his brother asked laughing.

"Last I remember were the shots," he answered in broken French and English.

"So you don't remember when you all ran out of the club and went to Costco?" Lando spoke with a smirk, "And Y/n pushed Arthur around in the parking lot in the shopping carts,"

"What?" the pair asked, the girl sitting up, letting the blonde take back his hand.

"Oh, that is not even the worst part," Charles continued, "You and Oscar stole traffic cones, put them over your head and began tackling each other, and slept on the road," he chuckled making the duo look at each other with wide eyes.

"Oh and let's not forget when Logan and Arthur climbed up a building," he said knudging the brunette next to him. The two in question looked sheepishly at the older men and back onto the table.

"I am never going to drink, ever again," Y/n groaned as she tried to keep her eyes open.

"Yeah right, let's see you in Vegas," The youngest Leclerc sniped, making the girl throw the napkin of Logan's face on Arthur.

"Hey, guys," Lando called out bringing everyone's attention to him, the six waited as Lando's eyes widened and widened, "WHY IS THERE A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHARGE ON OSCAR'S COMPANY CARD?!"

oof this one was long af 😭 but I hope yall like how chaotic the boys get when they're with Y/n, cause we menaces frfr.

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bumblesimagines · 22 days

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Big fan of your work. Unsure if you're taking requests, but thought I'd reach out just in case. Keep up the awesome work!

Sarah Cameron

I knew you'd be dating them

how long did it take you to find someone new?

this is a little awkward i have to admit

I knew you'd be dating them

how long did it take you to find someone new?

this is a little awkward i have to admit

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, Gender Neutral!Reader

Requests for series and imagines are closed! I don't really count sentence starter lines as requests since I am asking for em to be sent in!

The rapid, insistent knocking on the front door echoed throughout the house, eliciting a groan from you as you tugged the headphones off your head and stood up from the couch. You headed down the short hall toward the front door and unlocked it, tossing it open without bothering to check the peephole. Your brows immediately furrowed at the group standing on your porch, their faces too familiar and consistent in your life to forget. The Pogues.

"Uh, hey, (Y/N)!" Pope greeted, dropping his curled fist and shoving it in the pocket of his shorts. Your eyes flickered over to JJ, watching him slowly set the small cat statue back in its place with an awkward, sheepish smile. Your gaze moved away from the reckless blonde, trailing over the rest of the Pogues until they settled on Sarah fucking Cameron. She stared back at you with lips drawn in a tight-lipped smile.

"Not interested." You told them and began closing the door, only for Pope to stick his leg in the gap and push back against it. You groaned again and relented, releasing the door and crossing your arms over your chest with a small scowl. Pope smiled innocently and cleared his throat, removing his leg from the doorway and glancing back at his friends. "Ya'll selling Girl Scout cookies or what?"

"No, actually," Pope laughed awkwardly. "We, uh... well, you see-"

"We need something from your great-aunt, (Y/N). Mrs. Crain? We- We were wondering if you could help us get on her property... without... dying... like her husband." Kiara swiftly cut in but her confidence bubbled down tremendously. You raised your brows, lips slowly curling upward into a half-amused half-bitter smile.

"And why the hell would I help a bunch of strangers and my ex-girlfriend?" You questioned and relished in the shocked looks that passed over each of their faces, apart from Sarah, of course. She dipped her head immediately, fingers brushing through her golden locks as she forcibly cleared her throat and tugged her hand free from John B's.

"Well... this is a little awkward I have to admit," JJ muttered, scratching his temple and sucking his teeth. "We, uh, we did not know that."

"Yeah, I figured." You glanced at him before settling your attention on Sarah, lifting a brow at her when she refused to meet your gaze. "How long did it take you to find someone new? After, you know, you cheated on me with Topper Thornton and then broke up with him? To be honest, I knew you'd be dating him eventually. You've always loved a little chaos, haven't you, Sarah?"

Pope glanced back at his friend and pursed his lips before he took a small step to shield her from your scathing glare. "Uhm, well, you two can chat about this later, I guess. Like J said, we didn't know. We just came here for a favor-"

"I know how you idiots work, Heyward. I do this and you'll be coming back whenever it's convenient. Like I said," You grabbed the door handle again and shot them a fake smile, shutting the door right in their faces after uttering, "Not interested."

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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3+1=?

Chapter: 01 {Serieslist}

|In the 3+1= four|

Pairing: widower!yoongi×widower!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, single parent AU.

Summary: life has been cruel to them. Heartbroken and sad when they stumbled towards each other. Will they be able to heal their heart?

Warnings: mention of death (it will be there for the entire fic)

Word count: 2.3k+

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The corridors were quiet except for the whispers through the closed doors and the occasional sound of mental clinking and doors opening and closing.

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, your breath suffocating. Your thumb nail was scratching the thumb of the other hand. Eyes unfocused as the faint sounds in your head took over your mind, blinding you to your surroundings.

"Faster!"

"Stretcher! It's an emergency, please be fast."

"It's gonna be okay!"

"Please get away!"

"Ring for Dr. Park!"

"Please, hold on for us. Think about the babies… please."

"Arrange a bag of blood!"

"I- take care of yourself and the babies for me."

"Don't say that. Hold on for us."

"I promised that I will love you till my last breath… Here I am, fulfilling it. I will always love you. Forever, my angel…"

"What is 3+1?" Your thoughts were cut short by your son's voice.

"Huh?" You cleared your throat.

"What is 3+1?" Geon-Wu repeated.

"It's four," you answered.

"I told you, Wu. You don't listen to me at all!" Your daughter, Mi-Cha, huffed.

These two little twin bundles of happiness are the only two threads holding you alive. It's been five years with them. The most enduring and rosy years of your entire life. But life can turn roads like we change clothes.

The rosy years halted a year ago.

"Whatever," Geon-Wu pouted and fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

"Mommy! He never listens to me!" Mi-Cha whined. "I told him that 3+1= four but he won't listen."

Before you could say something, you heard someone grumble under their breath. Looking around the almost empty corridor, a man sitting on the bench was looking with frowned eyebrows at your children. He looked around your age but his sour expression was enough to tell you that he was getting annoyed. He looked intimidating.

You cleared your throat and turned towards your left where your kids were sitting, "okay, enough. Be quiet. Remember, what I explained at home?"

They cutely nodded. "Yes, momma."

"Mhm, good. Now sit properly and calmly. We will talk at home," you patted their tiny heads.

The man silently sighed. He leaned back and folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. He had feline features and milky glass skin. He had no flaws except the dark circles, he could turn that into a trend.

It was obvious that he was there for a therapy session. Coming to a hospital for therapy was a bit of an odd setup. The clinic you usually went to was being renovated. So the two friends that owned it moved temporarily into the hospital that was owned by one of their fathers.

You hated this, coming to therapy. But it helped in an unspoken way. Talking about everything that happened a year ago and its consequences gave you headaches, and anxiety but it also helped you go to bed feeling less tangled. This untangled one knot of your mess every week.

This week, your kids were meant to be there too. They have been asking many more questions, and it was only good to take wise advice so you talked to your therapist and here you were with your kids.

"Ms. Kwog. Whenever you are ready," the middle-aged lady spoke up from her desk.

You got up and slightly bowed to her and ushered your twins with you. "Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"That cat man was scary," Mi-Cha thought she whispered.

"Yes, he was scarily looking at us. Was he a ghost? He was so white," Geon-Wu didn't even try to whisper.

"Just move you all. You guys embarrass me every time," you whisper-yelled and pushed them into the cabin. Then you looked back at the man who was staring at you with a flared nose and frowned eyebrows. You hastily bowed and went inside.

These kids make your life a step harder.

"Good evening, Dr. Park," you greeted the ever-smiling man and sat next to Mi-Cha who was in the center with your son on her right.

The room was as comfortable as ever. The walls were sunburnt with comfortable furniture. If you weren't aware of the fact that it was in the hospital, you could have mistaken it for someone's cozy living room.

Dr. Park tossed you your favorite stress ball that you used whenever you came for a session. It was exclusively for you. "Jimin. You know you can call me by my name, y/n."

"At least let me call you Dr. Park for the sessions," you smiled.

"You are never gonna listen to me," he scrunched his face.

"Well, I came this far while listening to you, Dr. Park," you both chuckled. The twins looked at both of you with wide doe eyes.

"However you feel comfortable, Ms. Kwog," he teased and turned towards the twins. "Well, hello there. Who do we have here," he asked in a childish voice and already went for the drawers that had some squishy toys that could be qualified as stress relievers.

They looked at you for approval to speak to a stranger. You smiled and nodded. "I'm Mi-Cha. I'm five years old."

"I'm Geon-Wu and I'm also five," they introduced.

"Wow, you both are so big and smart," Jimin said with big eyes.

Jimin and you have met outside of a session multiple times. But you never brought your kids with you or introduced them to anybody new. They were in a soft spot for now. They didn't do well with strangers, especially males.

"But mommy says that we are babies and we should behave," Geon-Wu pouted.

"Well, she is right. You both should behave at all ages," Jimin gave them some squishes. "How are you both? Did you two sleep well last night?"

"I'm good. I sleep a good night," Mi-Cha said in her broken language while playing with the green squishy frog whose eyes were going far away when she squished.

"Me too," he said while squishing the sheep.

"That's wonderful. So, is there something that makes you sad? Or makes you feel empty?" He carefully began.

The kids stopped and spaced out. You knew it was coming. They were smarter for their age. But they were still kids, they didn't understand deeper things.

"Dada," Geon-Wu said. "He is not coming home anymore. We always wait."

Your heart clenched. Every single day for five months, the twins would sit by the door at seven in the evening to greet their father as they usually did, but he never came.

"Did you ask your mother about it?" Jimin said as he wrote something in his notepad.

"Mommy said that an angel came and took him with her," Mi-Cha said, subconsciously squishing the frog.

"Yeah? Did she say that? And what do you think?" He asked.

"I think she is joking. He always called mom an angel. Why would she take him? Wouldn't she bring him home? And he can't go away without saying goodbye. He kisses our foreheads before going to the office," Geon-Wu's lips trembled.

Jimin straightened up and picked up the landline phone and called someone, "Hey, can you come in for a sec, please?" He hummed and placed it back. "You can keep the toys," Jimin smiled as well as the kids.

The middle-aged lady from before came in with a knock, "yes?"

"Take the kids for a while… kids? Go with her. She will give you candies," the kids looked at you again and with a single nod, they were out with the lady. "When there is a sudden change in the routine of kids, they tend to not get along well. No kid is good with changes especially if they are so sudden and unclear. I understand that telling them anything is heartbreaking and overall a stressful situation, but kids need a disclosure. A more settled if not the whole truth."

"How am I going to tell them?" Your tears were threatening to fall.

"Not now. Unless you are not ready, you don't have to. If you do tell them when you are not ready, it will affect your mental health. They don't understand the death stuff. They need some guidance to be there… to handle what their life has turned to," he said.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"My father's friend is a great child therapist. I think you should set up at least one session for each. She is a really effective lady. I think she can help you the best. The rest is up to you," he shifted in his seat.

You sighed. It's not that you don't earn enough, it's the fact that your five years olds need therapy. This added one more thing to Jimin's list to help you overcome. He was just trying to help you in any way possible. And you were very well aware that they needed it. They need to know the truth…. In the end, the person in the equation is their father.

"How about we talk about you, Ms. Kwog?"

…

"Mommy! She gave me a raspberry candy," Mi-Cha waved her candy and jogged toward you followed by Geon-Wu.

"And she gave me a grape candy!" He said and both hugged your legs. You patted their heads.

"Yeah? That's so cool! Did you say thank you?" You asked.

"Oh, they did. I have never met such cute kids!" The lady said.

"Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I hope we will get to meet them sooner. Outside of this environment?" Jimin asked as he came out.

"Yes, mommy, can we meet Dr. Park sometime outside of the hospital? I like him," Mi-Cha said. Her cheeks turned into rosy blush.

You passed a squinted-eye look at her, "okay…"

Jimin laughed and kneeled, "we will meet soon!" She smiled widely and hugged him. Geon-Wu was also included by Jimin.

"Well, that's something," you said. "We need to go now."

The kids politely bowed and held your hands. When you were about to turn around, the other door opened and the man from before stepped out. Behind him, the other doctor, Dr. Jung Hoseok came and looked at you and passed a wide heart-shaped smile. The man looked at you and your kids with a blank face. You ignored him and passed a smile to Hoseok and left.

Hoseok and Jimin were the friends who opened the clinic. When you first came around, you heard that Hoseok was strict and intimidating. That was the reason why you asked for Jimin in the first place. But as time passed, you became friends with him through Jimin who brought Hoseok on lunch with him. He was strict, yes, in his work. But more than that, he was a ball of sunshine, trying to help people out in their worst. You loved to be around them.

…

"Bunny uncle! Bunny uncle!!!! BUNNY UNCLE!!!!"

"Whoa, you kids! Let the man get up and open the door in peace!" Jungkook, your best friend, said as he opened the door for you all.

"Bunny uncle!" The kids squealed and attached Jungkook with their tiny hugs. They have always called him bunny uncle based on his very similar looks to their favorite animal. Jungkook always loved it.

"Ah, how are my little bun buns?" He picked both of them like they weighed nothing and brought them inside, gesturing to you to come in as well.

"We are good. We met a cute doctor friend," Mi-Cha said as she nervously played with Jungkook's earrings.

"A cute doctor friend?" He asked.

"She means Dr. Park," Geon-Wu said.

"Ah, Jimin?... Ah," he understood and looked at you with a funny face. "Someone is having a first love."

"Stop!" Mi-Cha whined and buried her face in his neck.

"Ew," Geon-Wu fake gagged. "But he was nice. I like him."

Jungkook was the one who suggested you go to therapy. Jimin was his friend from school. So was Hoseok. Then both protected Jungkook from bullies as he was too innocent and fragile back then. Now he was a muscle pig and didn't get scared, instead, he would intimidate the others. But he never hurt anybody. He was a nice person.

"Well, it's good that you liked him. He is a charming man. But not more than me," you chuckled at his comment. "Anyway, how was it, Y/n? What did he say?"

You slumped on his couch as he sat in front of you with the twins in his lap. They both looked like pens in a pocket, too tiny against his huge figure. You adored it. At least they had one constant male figure in their life. He couldn't fill the father's void, but he was something close to it. A best friend, one could say. A blessing, as you say.

"Therapy. He recommends that they should be sent to a therapy session. His father's friend is a great child therapist. He said that I should at least send them once and see what happens…. They need disclosure. But first, they need to be strong enough for it… and I should be willing," you ran your hands on your face.

Jungkook and you met in college. You both had all the same subjects and stuck together all the time. He was the one who brought Dae-Jung, your late husband, to your group of two. He was the nicest and the most respectful man you have ever met. He held the universe in his eyes and poured it out for only you. Love, that word was never enough for him to express himself. It was more than that. He was more than that. You both fell in love and made a universe of your own. But everything comes to an end. And your universe tumbled before it even started.

Hugging both the twins closer to his chest, he kissed their heads and sighed. "I will be right here, okay? I'll help you as much as I can."

You held your tears back for the sake of your children.

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Sanaa's note:

I hope you liked it. I wrote a Yoongi before but ended up deleting it. Hopefully, this turns out better. I always appreciate your feedback 💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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*original picture is not mine, I just edited it*

Have a nice day/night💓

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bridgyrose · 1 year

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Ruby kills Neo after letting out her anger and violence in their fight. Now ruby is stuck in the jabbawalker area traumatized with the crime she has committed. (Love you 💖)

(Love you too bunbun)

“It wasnt my fault!” Ruby pulled back to avoid a hit from the illusionary Pyrrha as she brought her scythe up to defend herself. Her eyes darted around the room as she watched the other illusions ready themselves to fight, her heart aching at the thought of fighting anyone she had trusted. Her eyes locked on Ozpin as she watched the illusion rush to her, arms shaking as she moved her scythe to defend her.

“You really think you can keep yourself from hurting another one of your friends-”

Ruby froze as Roman’s voice cut out and the Ozpin illusion turned into Oscar, and then dropped to show Neo. Her arms shook as she realized what she had done as she watched the illusionist drop to the ground, blood spilling around her. She took a step back as the manor started to collapse and shatter while the illusions faded around her.

The Roman illusion smirked for a moment as his voice came back just as he started to fade. “And now you’ll never be able to be a huntress. No better than the rest of us.”

Ruby dropped her scythe and stood frozen as the illusionary manor fell apart around her, eyes wide as she tried to take in everything she had done. Once the manor was gone, she found herself more lost than ever as she started to walk through the acre, no longer sure where she had wanted to go. Her heart pounded in her chest with each step, her mind spinning from the words she had heard her friends tell her, that Penny had told her. All she had wanted to do was be a huntress, to save others, and yet, all she had done was hurt her friends.

“Ruby!” the Curious Cat called out as they made their way to Ruby. “There you are! I was worried sick when I saw you run away from your friends.”

“You… you were watching us?”

“Of course? What kind of guide would I be otherwise?” The Curious Cat disappeared briefly and then reappeared in front of Ruby with a smile. “Sure we had a… little tiff, but that’s just what friendship is like, right? Friends always say things they dont mean, but that doesnt mean they have to be shunned. So what do you say we make our way to the tree and get you home?”

“I’m… not going back.”

The Curious Cat paused. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m not going back home.” Ruby sighed and sat down as she looked around her and then to the sky above. “All I wanted was to help others, but Neo’s right. All I’ve done is hurt everyone along the way. I… I dont want to be me anymore, but I… I dont…” she wiped a tear from her eyes and took a breath to steady herself. “They’ll be better off without me there.”

“N-no… you have to want to go back to Remnant. Surely you want to stop this Salem character, right? Besides, you promised me that you’d take me with you to see Remnant. If you stop here, then… what’s the point?”

“The point is that I dont hurt anyone else.”

The Curious Cat frowned and scratched at Ruby. “That’s not how this story goes!”

Ruby pulled back and held her arm as it bled, fingers shaking. “It’s… it’s my choice to go back, isnt it? I killed Neo to save myself, but that doesnt change what I’ve done to hurt my friends. That I wasnt able to save anyone.”

The Curious Cat pulled back for a moment as it started to lose color, slowly walking around Ruby. “I guess its about time that I tell you the truth about all of this. I *need* you in order to get to Remnant. I’ve been trying to wear you down, and now that Neo’s done what I couldnt, you dont want to go back? Well, if you dont want to be you, then I can be you for you!”

Ruby stumbled back as she tried to use her semblance to avoid the Curious Cat as it lunged for her, her semblance erratically pulling her apart and bringing her back together again as she tried to make her way further through the acre. She ran as quickly as she could, trying to push herself until her legs gave out and she stumbled down a cliff.

“You can run but you cant hide!” the Curious Cat called out. “I will find you!”

Ruby tried to pick herself up and winced as she could barely pick herself up. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as a storm came and thunder echoed through the sky. Her fingers ran through the dirt as the ground opened up under her, swallowing her up as it did with Herb.

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Antsy

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your someone who has always had mental issues, you just got into Hawkins high. You promised yourself you wouldn’t use drugs as a coping skill, but that promise died a long time ago. You go looking for a dealer and find Eddie. Eddie may be a ‘heartless’ dealer but he knows when someone’s hurting.

Warnings: swearing, depression, mention of self harm, self hatred, sensitive topics, mention of drugs, smoking, hurt people connecting through trauma.

A/N: AND DONE. I’m sorry this took way to damn long to finish and post, I’m a little sick at the moment so I haven’t been able to make this a priority but I’m glad to say; here she is.... This is a bit based off the song Antsy by UPSHAL. The reader is new, but you can imagine them as any age. I made this a mainly platonic blurb between reader and Eddie but you can take it anyway you want. I’m willing to make a part two if people want one.

I went to the doctor, asked him for pills He told me to try just simply breathing

Your first year in Hawkins high, and you were absolutely mortified. With shaking hands you opened the cafeteria doors, you cursed under your breath for forgetting to grab your medication on the way to school.

Walking around you noticed how ‘normal’ this school was, how there were groups on every table and they all seamed to like the same things. That made you want to puke, labels always made you anxious. You started walking back towards the exit doors, all the people grossing your guts, when your eyes were caught with another bright pair of brown ones. The kid smiled brightly patting the seat next to him, showing you that you were welcome to sit with him and his friends. You moved forward when a jock stopped in front of you, “Are you sure you want to sit with those freaks?” You smiled weakly as your throat clenched. Your inside jumped when you felt a hand land on your shoulder, “Hey Jason how about you walk off and talk to your girlfriend instead of other girls.” A boy said from behind you, holding onto the hand on your shoulder you moved your head up and down. “Yeah pretty sure she would love for you to be loyal.”

The blond boy walked off with a huff, you turned around to see who got you out of that awkward situation. Realizing his hand was still connected to you, you slapped it away. “Don’t touch me again dingus.” He laughed bouncing his brown curly hair he raised his hands up in defense, “Damn girl, your breath is too hot don’t burn me!”

My stomach's in knots and I'm physically ill

You groaned a little and reached down to your stomach, causing the boy to frown.

But I'm sure it's not what I've been taking

“Please don’t worry about me,” you smiled up at the senior. “I just haven’t had my daily weed dose.” You smiled and laughed as his face went blank, “Wait actually?” He asked, you grinned and took a deep breath to calm down. “Yeah it helps with my nerve, I’m not a druggie I swear.” You said holding your arms up in defense.

The world is on fire I'm so fucking tired And equally wired, so

He grinned and asked, “Do you need any cause’ I can hook you up later?” You looked at him wide eyed, “Fuck yes I do.” “Alright meet me outside after school.”

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain When toxic shit tastes just like candy? And love might be lit But I'm scared of what it might demand of me

The whole day had gone by painfully slow, and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on a joint of some kind. You head full of hate towards yourself was just to much to bear these days. The excessive cutting wasn’t a good reliever either because the excuse of a ‘cat’ scratching you was getting to annoying to repeat daily. Apparently people paid more attention than you had thought, and it was giving you a fucking migraine. At first you were skeptical about taking weed everyday because drugs had been so bad in your family history, but after a while it became to hard to just pass on. The high would get rid of any bad thoughts, you would just float in pure bliss. The edibles were really tasty too, one time when you were younger you had gone to the ER due to overdosing on edibles, thinking they were candy.

You had tried to hide the pain in love at one point, but it was a complete blow-out. The person had used you for their own personal reasons and dumped you when it became an inconvenience for their schedule. Trust was something that was hard to come by for you, so when you finally had given it away and it was torn it two. That hole just stitched itself back up, stronger than ever before. Your too afraid to live in the love, and you instead trust the high and sweet, sweet, release the weed gives you.

Sure it creates more pent up anger and hurt and it will definitely wear off on how fast you were abusing it, but hey, at least it helped? Right?

No wonder I’m antsy.

Walking over to the table where Munson had promised to meet you came faster that you had originally thought, because before you knew it, you were sitting on the cold wood of the drug dealers dealing spot. You had kept your head down low, making sure to just keep your focus toward the ground incase anyone passed by. Sitting down on the bench was honestly quite nice to what you had thought it was going to feel like. You planned sitting on a soggy prickly harsh bench, but this one felt like a smoother build.

As you only paid attention to the wood beneath you, the boy made his way to you. He reached his hand out tapping your shoulder causing you to jump straight up, “GOD DAMNIT.” Your screech caught Eddie off guard causing him to jump a little himself, you turned your head to look at him. Your face was red with anger and your body was full of adrenaline.

The world is on fire, I'm so fucking tired

You ranted to him for the next five minutes about how he can never touch you again unless he wants his fingers broken off his hand, when you just honestly wanted to cry. The second you stopped to take a breath, tears started falling. The stress of the whole day just overwhelmed you too much. Your face had stayed hard though, the tears slowly forming and rolling down your face gave away your mental state.

Yeah, it's no wonder I'm antsy

Eddie’s face went from an annoyed smile, to a worried frown. He stood up from his spot on the other side of the table thinking he should get up to reassure you, but remembered how much the touching effected you comfortability. So, instead he sat back down. “Hey, hey, don’t cry okay I’m here for you okay?” You shook your head acknowledging his words. Eddie smiled and settled in his seat a little, “Okay, take some deep breath’s with me. In.. out.” You turned your head over to his, glaring at him. “It’s just a few tears Munson, I’m not a fucking child I know how to breath.”

Although you had just cussed him out a bit, he just smiled and looked at you with pure adoration. You snorted, “Okay enough staring bro can you just let me pay, get the shit and leave?” He snapped out of whatever the hell he was in before and grabbed his drug box, the second his eyes came to yours they were full of serious hardness. “Fine, but you have to promise to become an addict or some shit.” Your face froze, “A fucking addict! Is that what you think of me? You think I’d stoop that fucking low.” His face retorted, “No, I never said that. I’ve seen what drugs can do, and I know that it doesn’t matter the type of person you are. The shit can fuck you up if you don’t pay attention. So be fucking careful with the shit okay?”

And he said, "I love you, " I said, "No, thank you" Got too many issues and to-do's and nothing's to get to

You frowned, “Look Eddie, I’m not in the right mindset to have anyone care too much about me, alright? So whatever the hell is going in here,” You waved your hand around the two of you in a circle, “Isn’t going to fucking flow. Got it?”

He shifted In his seat a bit and cleared his throat, “I don’t know what you think I feel but I don’t like you like that. I just care about you, It’s hard not to.” You grinned, “Okay Munson, sure dude I care about you too.” You looked around while he took out the drugs he thought you might need, “Here,” He said passing you some pre-rolled joints and edibles, “This is all your getting from me alright? Use them wisely.” You groaned and rolled your eye’s taking out your wallet, he huffed a little and pushed your wallet-holding hand back. “Don’t worry about it, It’s fine.” You smirked, “Better for me lover boy.”

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain? When toxic shit tastes just like candy

As he was getting up to leave you stopped him, grabbing his arm and pulling him a little closer than you meant to. “About what happened earlier, don’t worry okay?” He nodded and then left.

And I'd run back home except politics broke up my family No wonder I'm antsy.

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ashleycatchemm · 2 years

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1-20: Fashionably Late

Part 20 of ??

Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.

Song: Fashionably Late (Falling In Reverse)

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I walked along the sidewalk, making my way back to my house. It was about 10 o'clock at night, so it was still busy but not too busy. My arms were wrapped around me as if to protect myself from causing more damage to the heartache that currently burned through my chest. It hurt to see him dancing with another girl, but he doesn't know about how I feel, so I can't blame him that he'd wanna dance with her. 'He can dance with anyone he wants. I can't stop him.' I grabbed my chest and stumbled forward a little, putting a hand out to lean against the nearest building "Jesus christ. Why the hell am I like this?" I mumbled to myself as I suddenly grew a bit dizzy. Shaking my head I tried to get the thought of Reggie out of my head, key word tried. Letting out a small huff I marched back off towards my house, stumbling here and there along the way.

Once I reached my neighborhood, I got this weird feeling, like someone was watching me, I stopped and looked around. Seeing no one, I continued walking down the sidewalk, a voice that sounded a bit deep echoed in my head, causing me to stop in my tracks "You know, when (G/n) told me that you needed my guidance. I didn't expect you to be this much of a fucking mess." Looking around me, I didn't see anyone, I shrugged it off and was about to continue walking when the voice spoke again.

"Down here you blind bat."

Looking down at the side walk in front of me, my eyes caught sight of a black cat sitting patiently in front of me. Staring at the cat for a few seconds I thought 'How is that cat talking to me? Maybe I'm just drunk. But I only had one glass of wine, that doesn't do shit. Christ, I need a drink.' shaking my head and walking past the black cat in front of me "I need a drink." I stated, continuing on my walk back to the house, the cat following next to me.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

The British voice rang in my head only for me to ignore it, along with the cat who was currently traveling next to me. "Would you stop and talk to me you wretched little witch!" I shook my head in response to the animal trailing close next to me "No! Because you aren't real!" I stopped in my tracks and rubbed my temples in annoyance "God, I'm going insane." I stated with a small laugh along with a shake of my head.

The black cat jumped in front of me, his cat eyes seemed to narrow at me in anger as one of his paws swiped across my leg, successfully scratching it "Ow! Hey-" the cat cut me off, growling out "Was that real enough for you?" I rubbed away the blood that started to slowly emerge from the scratch. I glared down at the British black cat in front of me "What the hell are you?" The cat's blue eyes were quick to dart around the area as if checking for something, looking back up at me his voice resonated in my head once more.

"I'll explain everything. Just not here."

The cat suddenly stood up and turned around "Follow me." He stated, tail swaying back and fourth as he walked. I let out a small huff "Great. I'm talking to a cat and now gonna follow said cat to a random location. I'm definitely going mad." The Brit's voice could be heard once again, sounding annoyed "Would you shut up and get a move on!" The cat stopped a few meters in front of me, looking back at me, he stood there, as if waiting for me to start walking. I started walking after it all while mumbling to myself how this is insane.

"Just shut your mouth and keep walking!"

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I stayed silent the rest of the walk to wherever we were going. He ended up leading me down the same route I would take home, until finally "Here we are." He stopped in front of my driveway, causing me to get confused "You just took me to my house." The cat nodded his head while hopping on the small wall near the driveway "Precisely." Shaking my head, I started making my way up the driveway, the black cat following close behind.

I opened the door and stepped to the side, the black cat sat there staring at me as I looked back at him, I nodded my head towards the door "Come on." He got up and was quick to walk inside, I followed right after, closing and locking the door behind me.

"Okay."

I stated as he went over to the couch, hoping up on it "Now, explain to me who—or what, you are." He didn't respond, stretching his front paws forward as his back arched up. I went into the kitchen, already knowing I'm gonna need something to get me through tonight, and help me processes whatever information is gonna be thrown at me. Opening the fridge, I grabbed the first bottle of whatever fruity alcoholic drink my eyes landed on first. "You have no idea how exhausting it is to get from the spirit world to here" his voice resonated in my head as I grabbed a bottle opener and popped open the cap of the drink.

"Spirit world huh?"

Bringing the bottle up to my lips, I was quick to chug some of it down. Closing my eyes, I shook my head a little, knowing I shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach, but at the moment I couldn't care less. Opening my eyes I grabbed the bottle, bringing it with me to the living room "Yes, I am from the spirit world." I stared at a random spot in the room before letting out a small "Huh." Sitting down in the chair near the couch. I looked at the cat in front of me, only to see him curled up with his front paws out in front of him, but his blue eyes stayed glued to me.

I stared at him for a couple of seconds, leaning over a little to get a good look at him "So, what are you? You can't be just a normal cat, there's gotta be some kind of catch." Taking a small sip from the bottle in my hand he responded "I am, what most witches and wizards call, a familiar." I brought the bottle away from my lips, narrowing my eyes in confusion and curiosity I asked "What is that?" His blue eyes moved in what almost seemed to be an eye roll "Did that damn witch tell you anything?!" I shook my head 'No' in response to his question, bringing the bottle back up to my lips and taking a long sip from it.

"That's just like her, to leave all the teaching and learn to me."

The cat stated, sounding quit annoyed, I was starting to feel a little lighter, as I let out a small giggle "And who are you?" I questioned, the black cat sat up from his current position on the couch as he responded "My name is Arius, and I am your familiar." He laid back down, his front paws crossed in front of him in an almost sassy way, his tail swaying up, back and fourth behind him. "Course, you don't have my respect. After all, It wasn't my choice to come down here and guide you." I let out a small scoff before leaning back in my chair.

I angrily spat out "Guide me? Who said anything about me needing to be guided? Guided to where?" His eyes stared into mine, boredom being written across his feline face. "Your grandmother sent me here to help guide you. Said that you are a very powerful witch. With some practice-" I let out a huff of aggravation "Practice?! I don't do magic anymore, incase you couldn't tell." I stood up from my chair, having a good grip on my bottle. "Don't test me you insolent witch. Your grandmother-" I angrily cut him off, not in the mood to have a conversation about what my grandmother would want.

"My grandmother, is dead! So I don't care what she says, and what you want, I don't do magic anymore! So you can go back to her and tell her how I don't want your guidance! Because I. Don't. Care."

Arius was now up on all fours, his feline face scrunched up in anger "Now if you'll excuse me, I plan to go and drink through the night cause that seems like the only good to come out of tonight!" I shouted in anger as I walked away from that damn cat. "Go poison yourself some more! That's all your good at!" I started marching up the stairs but his voice still resonated within my head "You're no witch! You're just another pathetic human!" I took another sip from the bottle in my hand before walking into my room and slamming the door shut behind me.

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*Reggie’s P.O.V*

I was dancing with a girl on the dance floor, all while looking around here and there for the girl that has been on my mind all night. It's crazy how even when she's not around she is constantly there in the back of my head. When I saw her with Caleb tonight she looked as if she would've rather been anywhere else, I had to stop myself from getting up and just dragging her away from him. I don't know where I would've taken her but anywhere would've been better than with him.

Luke suddenly dragged me away from the girl I was dancing with while saying "Reggie! We were supposed to be at Julie's school at nine." My eyes widened as the promise we made to Julie came back to my head "Oh shoot. That's right. Maybe we can still make it." I stated hopefully before looking around for Alex "Where's Alex?" We heard a shout from somewhere in the place "Up here!" I spoke again letting Alex know of our current realization "Alex, we forgot..." he cut me off "Julie, I know, this place is..." our attention was brought up above us to see Alex on the ring one of the dancers were on.

Alex started to turn on the ring as he stated "One sec." Wiggling around on the ring to get him to face us faster he stated "This place is some kind of time warp." Luke, now frantic and worried that he would let her down and miss the gig yelled"Poof down here, bro. We gotta get going."

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Luke was currently dragging me and Alex over to the exit, when a purple cloud of smoke appeared in front of us, only to be Caleb. "Gentlemen, what's the rush?" The three of us stopped in our tracks "The party's just getting started, and you have an eternity, after all." I quickly started to explain our situation to get us out of here faster "You know that girl who can see us? We sorta bailed on her. See, there's this dance at her school tonight, she's got this friend Flynn who is like a super cool DJ, like—" I brought my hands up to the sides of my face to continue but Alex put a hand on my arm.

"Okay I don't think he has an eternity to hear the story"

Luke summed things up by stating "Basically, we're late for a gig." Caleb stared at us for a second or two before asking "But what about my offer?" Luke answered for the three of us, not wanting to waist anymore time "It's very cool of you, Mr.Covington, but, like I said, we already have a—" Caleb finished the sentence for him "Have a band of your own." All with a nod of his head, putting his hands out in front of him he stated "I understand." The three of us went to go past him to leave but Caleb moved in front of us causing the three of us to stop in our tracks.

"Oh, boys... if you ever wanna come back and fix that little problem with your friend, the Hollywood Ghost Club is always open."

The three of us gave him a smile in gratitude "Yeah, man, we'd love to come back." Luke stated, causing Caleb's smile to broaden "Ah! Music to my ears. Caleb went down the line shaking the three of our hands only for him to grab our wrists and engrave a purple tattoo onto it. "Oh, it's just a little club stamp." I looked down at it and noticed it to be the same stamp that I saw on (Y/n)'s wrist at the end of her song.

"Until next time."

Caleb chuckled as Luke quickly ran out "Peace" I decided to mock him a little as I said "See you around" followed by a chuckle of my own. Alex nudged me as if to tell me to stop "What? That's what he just did." Alex still seemed bothered as he stated "Dude." I just shook my head a little and followed after Luke.

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"Julie, we are ready to rock this dance..."

I yelled excitedly as the three of us ran into the gym of the school, only to see no one here which brought my excited mood down as I looked around at the empty gym. "...which is clearly over." The three of us noticed Julie sitting on the floor next to a bunch of popped balloons, only for her to stand up after seeing us. Luke slowly approached Julie as he tried to map out an apology "Look, we are... so, so sorry that we bailed on you." Alex jumped in "Yeah, I mean, the night really got away from us." I then hopped in with a statement of my own "And the twins" which once I said it out loud I realized I should've kept to myself.

Luke hit me in the arm while giving me a stern look "Just please tell me it had nothing to do with you getting back at Carrie's dad."

Luke was quick to state"Pft—of course not."

I backed him up with "No! We wouldn't do that."

Alex stated "Us? No."

While all awkwardly laughing Luke stated once again "No." Julie obviously not buying it asked "Seriously? You're lying to me?" This caused the three of us to go quiet, as we all looked at each other, as if asking the other two what to say next or where to go from here. "Okay, look, it was something we needed to do." Alex said, deciding to tell her at least something, Luke added onto Alex's statement "B-But we'll do whatever it takes. We'll play the next school—" stepping towards her only to get cut off by Julie "What?" She stepped forward.

"Another dance where you can bail on me and make me look like a fool? Save it. You know what really sucks? Our songs were good." Julie sounded really hurt and upset as she talked to us "And all three of you know what I've been through and how tough it's been for me to play, and then you do this?" She paused for a few seconds "Bands don't do that to each other. Friends don't do that to each other. This was a mistake." Luke, spoke up, not knowing where she was going with things.

"You mean the school dance, right?"

Julie was quick to counter, clearing things up for him very quickly "No. I mean joining a band with you guys." She quickly ran off as Luke called her name to try and get her to hear him out, but she ignored him, while running out of the gym doors. "Well if...if Julie's not in the band then..." I started to ask only for Luke to answer my question "There is no band." I asked again "Well, what about (Y/n)? We can still have the band with her." Alex shook his head.

"Once she hears about what happened to Julie she's not gonna wanna have a band with us."

I was about to respond, only for a giant pain to shoot through us all at the same time. We all let out groans in pain as I held my stamped arm to my chest.

"Wha-What was that?" Alex asked

I was quick to state "It felt like we were dying all over again."

"How can we die if we're already dead?" Luke questioned sounding slightly worried.

The three of us looked between each other, Alex moving his hand up and down a little bit, pointer finger stuck out in thought. "You think (Y/n) would know anything about this?" Luke to hit Alex in the chest with the back of his hand, in response "Good idea." Turning his attention towards me Luke continued "Reggie, go talk to your girlfriend. Alex and I will come up with some kind of way to make it up to Julie." I shook my head a little, my heart skipping a beat at the mention of her being my girl.

"She's not my girl..."

The two of them were quick to disappear before I even finished the sentence. "..friend." I finished before rolling my eyes and disappearing to (Y/n)'s place. Having a list of my own questions that need answering.

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welldonebeca · 5 months

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The Question Game (1)

Summary: After Joffrey finds them playing Truth or Dare with their friends, Luke, Baela and Rhaena use the opportunity to extract a very important piece of information from Daemon: who was his first wife? Warnings: Modern AU. Daemyra family life. Fluff.

It was fencing day, the one day in the week it matched Rhaena's cheer practice and Joff's sewing class.

Her little boy was so excited with his new activity. He was learning how to make patterns and properly cut them. Soon, any moment really, he could show up at home with a piece of clothing to present as his first project, ready to be worn – she still had many of Rhaena’s early projects, they were wonderful lounge dresses.

It was nice to see the craft in the hand of her child. Rhaenyra had grown up knowing her mother and grandmother loved sewing, and while she admired it, she never had the mind for it - she looked way better wearing the clothes than making them. It was good to know that the love for it would never be lost.

"Syrax?" she called, opening her door with just a little crack.

Work time was also their snuggle time. With her day-to-day life, Rhaenyra had to pay attention to her kids, and her cat could be forgotten.

Syrax walked inside quickly, climbing to the cat house to watch her, and she sat down to work again.

Her Valyrian cat leapt gracefully to her desk and strolled into her arms, and Rhaenyra scooped her right up. Her girl nuzzled to her like she did to her kitten.

"Hi, baby," she murmured, rubbing her nose over her soft fur, setting her down to see her computer.

Syrax adjusted herself, and Rhaenyra moved her focus to check the new email popping up on her screen. The purpose of the meeting was for their team to meet with local residents from the new city they were building their new resort in. It was a beautiful place with hot springs at the foot of a dead volcano, and they wanted her to attend it.

She groaned, though, at the sight of the time it was scheduled for.

It was at such an ungodly hour, gods. At least it was remote.

Rhaenyra scratched Syrax behind her ears absentmindedly while she wrote her answer with a single hand, forwarding it to her assistant, so it would be added to her schedule.

It was imperative to reach an agreement with the locals quickly, to assure them that their project would have no adverse impact on the environment.

"What do you think, Syrax?" she hummed, thoughtfully. "Do you want to go soak up in the sun there next year, when it's done?"

Maybe she would be able to bring everyone to the inauguration, the kids would love it.

Syrax purred happily, and just as the clock on her screen stroke 5 PM, and not a minute later, a gentle knock resounded at her office door.

"Mama?" Joff asked, very soft. "Is work time finished?"

Rhaenyra smiled. The kids were always respectful of her work time.

"Yes, my sweet boy," she told him. "Do you want to come in?"

The door opened slowly as she closed the browser of her computer and set her work phone aside, and her son stepped into the room slowly, looking around with awe.

Her office was, of course, off-limits to the children, so the sight of it was rare to them.

Syrax gracefully hopped off Rhaenyra's lap and made her way toward Joffrey, affectionately rubbing against his leg before sauntering out of the room.

"What's wrong, sweet boy?" Rhaenyra asked.

Her son pouted.

"Baela and Rhaena and Luke won't let me play their game," he stomped, looking very upset. "I asked and asked, but they didn't even tell me what it was!"

Her frown deepened as she processed the situation. A game?

The oldest kids were usually nice to the little ones, she trusted their judgement with them. Because their extracurricular activities were all at school - except for Rhaena's dancing classes - the girls had even earned their trust enough to be the ones to drive home with Joffrey in their backseat.

She opened her arms for him, and her son walked to them, letting himself be picked up and put on her lap.

"What kind of game?" she asked, careful.

Joff thought for a bit, still frowning deeply and pouting.

"They were all sat in a circle with big kids, and they were spinning something and giggling and being fun!" he told her, sounding very disappointed. "But when I got there, they didn't tell me what they were doing and said I couldn't play it because it wasn't a game for little kids!"

She softened at his words. Oh, her sweet baby boy.

It was a situation they had sometimes, considering the kids were so far apart in age – practically a decade. Some things were just meant to be incompatible between them.

Rhaenyra kissed his cheek and rubbed his back, trying to comfort him.

"I am going to talk to yours siblings," she told him, careful as to not place blame at any side of the interaction. "And I'm going to understand what happened, and then we can all sit and talk, okay?"

They were probably spin the bottle or some variation of it, and it really wasn't a game for children. It also wasn’t a game for school.

He nodded.

"Okay, mama," he agreed.

Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled to him.

"Do you want lots of kisses?" she offered. "Will that make you feel better?"

He nodded, and she helped him turn to face her, holding him and spreading kisses all over his face: his pink cheeks, his forehead, the temples of his forehead, his little nose and his closed eyelids, until Joff was smiling and giggling.

"That's enough, mama," he laughed.

She moved back, and he placed a kiss on her cheek before wiggling himself out of her lap.

"Go find daddy to check your homework," she told him. "I'll go talk to your siblings."

. . .

Read the rest of the chapter on AO3.

#Welldonebeca's Keeping Up with The Targaryens #keeping up with the targaryens #daemrya #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targeryan #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targeryan #house of the dragon #rhaenyra x daemon #joffrey velaryon

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happy friday and happy dadwc!! how about some Warden/Anders with 'There Might Not Be Enough Of This Relationship Left To Fix But By God I’m Gonna Try'?

Thank you!! As a direct follow-up to that last fill, here are exactly 600 words of f!Amell/Anders, plus Velanna, for @dadrunkwriting. Solona... has made a mistake.

A drafty stone cell in a hilltop fortress wasn’t an ideal place to be, especially while in chains and with the last Smite still ringing in her head. Solona had seen less hospitable accommodations. Velanna was asleep, or passed out; she could hear her breathing faintly to one side. On her other side, Anders…

“Commander.”

She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

“You were going to give me to her.” Anders didn’t sound angry or accusing, but rather soft and subdued.

“I was.”

“You said I was a Warden now. You said you’d keep me.”

Solona flinched. “I did.”

“Why?” There came the anger. “Was it a whim? A joke? Do I really annoy you that much? Or was I just not good enough, when we—”

“You scared me,” Solona interrupted, wanting to avoid discussing that particular drunken mistake for as long as she could manage. “You’re so full of hate and resentment sometimes, and the way you talk about the Circles alarms me. They’re not a good solution, but I’ve seen worse alternatives.” She knew that she sounded condescending, that she wouldn’t convince him, but at least what she'd said was honest.

Anders’ tone was flat. “The Hero of Ferelden is scared of me.”

“Scared for you. There’s a difference. I had a friend back in the Circle who, ah.” She cut herself off, realizing she didn’t want to talk about Jowan. “Never mind. I regretted it as soon as I told Rylock to take you, Anders, I swear.”

Anders laughed without humor. “What a comfort it would have been to me when they branded me, knowing that you regretted betraying me.”

“I changed my mind, didn’t I? I fought for you.”

“No, you fought for her.” Ser Rylock had wanted to take Velanna too. Solona had objected, a battle had ensued, and it had turned out that there were more than a few reinforcements for the Templars lurking nearby. At least Oghren had gotten away, and they’d left the cat at the Vigil.

“Well, I fought. The effect was the same. And, when we escape, I’m not leaving you.”

“Why should I believe you?” said Anders.

Solona tried to think of a reason. Surely she had spoken eloquently and persuasively before, had talked people whose opinions she didn’t care about into doing things she knew beyond a doubt were necessary. At last she said, “I don’t know.”

Anders snorted. She turned to look at him, and her chest clenched. There were bruises on his face and arms, dried blood and scorch marks on his dirty robes. She felt herself reach for him involuntarily.

“Don’t you dare,” he snapped, and scrambled as far away from her as his restraints would allow, making an incongruously comedic clanking sound as he did so.

On Solona’s other side, Velanna stirred. “Can you humans keep it down,” she grumbled.

Solona looked at her. She was also bruised and battered, covered in pink scratches from her thorns, with a smudge of ash on one cheek. She looked exhausted.

“Ugh, don’t,” said Velanna. “Your guilt is insufferable. My skin's crawling. Would you stop making that kicked-animal face if I said that you look worse than me?”

“You do look pretty bad,” said Anders, edging a bit of spite into his tone.

“I am beset from all quarters,” said Solona, and dropped her head down.

After a while, Anders said, “So, you mentioned that you have an escape plan?” It was a concession, small but definite. She felt a near painful surge of relief.

“Not yet,” Solona admitted, “but I’ll let you know when I do.”

Velanna sighed.

#a-song-in-the-stillness #dadwc #dadwc fill

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Hi Rae! I'm sorry if this is a little too last minute but for Nanami monday I'd like you to consider; Nanami coming home late from work to find you fast asleep at the desk of your home office. He carefully picks you up in his arms and shuts off your light before carrying you into your shared bedroom. You stir slightly when he attempts to take off your work clothes, but not enough to wake you up completely. You do feel him kiss you goodnight when he crawls into bed beside you though <3

Hi hello thank you submitting!! And you're good! I'm like... 90% sure I follow your writing blog? So technically you're a moot and you're good! (And if I'm wrong, I'm on my way to fix that right now enjfjskf)

but anyways AAAAAAHHHHH FUCK!!!!! how did you know I'm weak for carrying-you-to-bed scenarios? Did you peek into my brain?? 🥺

more thoughts under the cut (gender neutral reader)

Kento is so proud of you. He never shuts up about you to his friends, he never shuts up about you to his work colleagues. Everyone thinks it's very uncharacteristic of him to be happy and smiley...

But when he's talking about his favorite subject - you - he can't help himself.

It took you such a long time to get your business off the ground and you're doing so well managing it from your little home office, but sometimes there are days that are harder than others.

Like today.

He called and said he would be working late, but that he already had ordered food for you and it was on it's way for dinner. When you got in the zone, you were just absolutely terrible at remembering to eat, so he had to be preemptive about it.

And he technically told you to stop working for the day, but sometimes you lie to him that you're done when really you're filling out more spreadsheets.

So when Kento comes home and finds you not in the living room or the kitchen... he knows you lied to him and that you're still in your home office.

He wishes you wouldn't overwork yourself like this.

He sighs when he enters your office - the room is dimly lit because you focus better when it's darker (he wishes you'd actually use light - your poor eyesight. Why do you do this to yourself?).

A few open take-out containers are strewn across your desk, and your figure is slumped over your desk.

Your cat is asleep on the sofa against one of the walls and she greets Kento with a gentle inquisitive ' mrrrrp ? ' when she opens her eyes and sees it's him.

"You're supposed to look out for them for me when I'm not here..." He chuckles, walking over and giving her a scratch behind her ears.

When he turns his attention back to you, he comes over to you and sees that your laptop is about to die, your water bottle is nowhere in sight, and there are a bunch of empty candy wrappers in the trash can.

Really, what is he going to do with you?

His hard little worker bee who buzzes about.

No wonder you're so tired if you haven't been properly taking care of yourself.

He plugs in your laptop to charge and saves your work before shutting it off, setting it off to the side.

A gentle shake of your shoulder does nothing to rouse you, so he has to touch you a bit firmer.

You shoot up from your desk, panic in your eyes as you realize you've been asleep all this time.

"My stuff!!" You start looking around for your laptop, "I didn't save it!"

You look up and see Kento smiling down at you.

"I saved it for you, darling." He says, trying to repress a chuckle as you blink up at him.

"Oh..." is all you say, sleepiness immediately overtaking you again.

You lay your head back down on your desk and close your eyes, thankful that he looked out for you yet again.

"You wouldn't have panicked if you had stopped working when I told you to, now would you?" He chastises you afffectionately.

You don't answer him though.

You're asleep on your desk again.

He laughs before turning back to your cat.

"They're more sleepy than you. How is that possible?" He muses to her and the cat meows in response.

"Yes, yes. We should get them to bed immediately. I know." He laughs before he begins the careful and gentle weekly ritual of carrying you off to bed.

#🎶: here comes the queue #WEEEEEEE THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺#nanami fluff #kento nanami fluff #🍞: rae's nanami mondays #rae's nanami monday july 25 2022

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https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2022/05/25/uvalde-texas-school-shooting-gunman/

Gunman was bullied as a child, grew increasingly violent, friends say

Relatives, classmates describe fraught relationship with mother and a troubling pattern of acting out

Robert KlemkoPoliticians pleaded for “common sense” gun laws after at least 19 students and two adults were killed in a mass shooting in Uvalde, Tex., on May 24. (Video: The Washington Post)

The gunman in Tuesday’s elementary school massacre was a lonely 18-year-old who was bullied over a childhood speech impediment, suffered from a fraught home life and lashed out violently against peers and strangers recently and over the years, friends and relatives said.

Using weapons purchased this month, days after his 18th birthday, authorities said, Salvador Rolando Ramos shot and critically wounded his grandmother. He then went on a shooting rampage at Robb Elementary School near his home in Uvalde, Tex., killing at least 19 children and two adults and injuring others.

Ramos also was fatally shot, apparently by police. The Texas Department of Public Safety said he was wearing body armor and armed with a rifle.

Live updates: Read the latest from the Texas school shooting

Santos Valdez Jr., 18, said he has known Ramos since early elementary school. They were friends, he said, until Ramos’s behavior started to deteriorate.

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They used to play video games such as Fortnite and Call of Duty. But then Ramos changed. Once, Valdez said, Ramos pulled up to a park where they often played basketball and had cuts all over his face. He first said a cat had scratched his face.

“Then he told me the truth, that he’d cut up his face with knives over and over and over,” Valdez said. “I was like, ‘You’re crazy, bro, why would you do that?’”

Ramos said he did it for fun, Valdez recalled.

In middle school and junior high, Ramos was bullied for having a stutter and a strong lisp, friends and family said.

Stephen Garcia, who considered himself Ramos’s best friend in eighth grade, said Ramos didn’t have it easy in school. “He would get bullied hard, like bullied by a lot of people,” Garcia said. “Over social media, over gaming, over everything.”

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“He was the nicest kid, the most shyest kid. He just needed to break out of his shell.”

One time, he posted a photo of himself wearing black eyeliner, Garcia said, which brought on a slew of comments using a derogatory term for a gay person.

Garcia said he tried to stand up for him. But when Garcia and his mother relocated to another part of Texas for her job, “he just started being a different person,” Garcia said. “He kept getting worse and worse, and I don’t even know.”

When Garcia left, Ramos dropped out of school. He started wearing all black, Garcia said, and large military boots. He grew his hair out long.

He missed long periods of high school, classmates said, and was not on track to graduate with them this year.

Since Sandy Hook massacre, 10 years of failure on gun control

Ramos’s cousin Mia said she saw students mock his speech impediment when they attended middle school together. He’d brush it off in the moment, Mia said, then complain later to his grandmother that he didn’t want to go back to school.

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“He wasn’t very much of a social person after being bullied for the stutter,” said Mia, who spoke on the condition that her last name not be used because her family does not want to be associated with the massacre. “I think he just didn’t feel comfortable anymore at school.”

Valdez said Ramos drove around with another friend at night sometimes and shot at random people with a BB gun. He also egged people’s cars, Valdez said.

About a year ago, Ramos posted on social media photos of automatic rifles that “he would have on his wish list,” Valdez said. Four days ago, he posted images of two rifles he referred to as “my gun pics.”

A person briefed on the investigation’s early findings, who spoke on the condition of anonymity because they were not authorized to discuss the case, said Ramos bought the weapon used in the attack immediately after his 18th birthday, which was in mid-May.

Biden voices grief and anger at school shooting: ‘I’m sick of it’

Two months ago, he posted an Instagram story in which he screamed at his mother, who he said was trying to kick him out of their home, said Nadia Reyes, a high school classmate.

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“He posted videos on his Instagram where the cops were there and he’d call his mom a b---- and say she wanted to kick him out,” Reyes said. “He’d be screaming and talking to his mom really aggressively.”

Ruben Flores, 41, said he lived next door to the family on Hood Street and tried to be a kind of father figure to Ramos, who had “a pretty rough life with his mom.”

He and his wife, Becky Flores, would invite Ramos to barbecues at their house and for sleepovers with their son, who was a few years younger. Ramos went by the nickname “pelon,” Spanish for bald, because his hair was often cut so short when he was younger, Flores said.

As he grew older, problems at home became more acute and more apparent to neighbors, Flores said. He described seeing police at the house and witnessing blowups between Ramos and his mother.

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Multiple people familiar with the family, including Flores, said Ramos’s mother used drugs, which contributed to the upheaval in the home. Ramos’s mother could not be reached for comment.

Ramos moved from the Hood Street home to his grandmother’s home across town a few months ago, Flores said. He said he last saw the grandmother on Sunday, when she stopped by the Hood Street property, which she also owned. The grandmother told him she was in the process of evicting Ramos’s mother because of her drug problems, Flores said.

NBA’s Kerr slams Senate for gun inaction after Texas school massacre

Reyes said she could recall about five times that Ramos had fistfights with peers in middle school and junior high. His friendships were short-lived, she said. Once, Ramos commented to a friend while playing basketball that the friend only wanted to join the Marines one day so he could kill people, Reyes said. The other boy, she added, ended the friendship on the spot.

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“He would take things too far, say something that shouldn’t be said, and then he would go into defense mode about it,” Reyes said.

She and her Uvalde High School school classmates had visited Robb Elementary School just a day before the massacre, wearing their graduation robes and high-fiving the grade-schoolers, who lined up in the hallways — a community tradition.

Seniors visit Robb Elementary ⁦@Uvalde_CISD⁩ pic.twitter.com/EVI0IyLanx— rharris (@UHSProud) May 23, 2022

“Those kids were so excited to see us in our cap and gown,” Reyes said. “They’re looking at us like, ‘I’m gonna be there one day.’ It’s surreal, like we’re in a movie. It’s horrible.”

Valdez said his last interaction with Ramos was about two hours before the shooting, when they messaged on Instagram’s Stories feature. Valdez had re-shared a meme that said “WHY TF IS SCHOOL STILL OPEN.”

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According to a screenshot of their exchange, Ramos responded: “Facts” and “That’s good tho right?” Then Valdez replied: “Idek [I don’t even know] I don’t even go to school lmao.”

Ramos never responded to or opened that text message, Valdez said.

Just a month or two ago, Garcia said, he called Ramos to check in on him.

But Ramos said he was going hunting with his uncle and didn’t have time to talk. He hung up. Garcia later saw the photos of large guns that Ramos had posted online and wondered whether that was what they were for — going hunting, or to the shooting range with his uncle.

On Tuesday, Garcia was in algebra class in San Antonio when he started receiving a slew of texts with the news of what had happened in Uvalde. He didn’t believe it at first. He opened his phone’s browser and Googled the shooting and saw Ramos’s name.

“I couldn’t even think, I couldn’t even talk to anyone. I just walked out of class, really upset, you know, bawling my eyes out,” Garcia said. “Because I never expected him to hurt people.”

“I think he needed mental help. And more closure with his family. And love.”

Arelis R. Hernández in Uvalde, Texas, and Devlin Barrett in Washington contributed to this report.

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The Media see humanity in everybody, even the killer who gunned down 19 babies, except in Black People! The white terrorist who gunned down Black People in the grocery store had a toothache.

The terrorist who gunned down 19 babies & 2 teachers at school was bullied.

12 years old child Tamir Rice was a grown ass scary man who deserved to die! 😡😤🙄🤬

Black People have been terrorized by the whites for 430 years, yet we dont go around shooting up schools, grocery stores, churches, concert venues, nightclubs, malls etc... Miss me with your bullshit!

When has a Black kid gunned down babies in schools?

Never. Never that I’ve heard of. Because Black people are different. In a good way. I can’t imagine a young black man going in and shooting a bunch of little kids. Even the most troubled one.

What inner city neighborhood has had a black kid shoot up a school killing multiple young children? Where? When? Name names!

The 27th of NEVER! I am tired, y’all!

Black peoples we’re too busy ducking bullets to be worrying about spraying them!

Show your sources where a Black traveled to go to a white neighborhood & gunned down old white people shopping! give me the names !

give me the receipts!

you don’t care about the victims of gun violence

you’re just justifying evil!

You just wanna say shit!

get the heck out of there with that headline! trash!

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Lynn folds papers as neatly as he can as FemGoat watches, sipping a smoothie. Catharine and Goat idle as the clock ticks to the end of their shift. Rags, strolls in the store. Goat takes his order. The two talk in excitement for their evening plans.

"I'll take a number six. Just the burger", Rags orders, "so what are we watching tonight?"

"Gage said 'The Mario Movie'", Goat explains, "seems to be ancient history, but I couldn't really find any archival material, but a lot of things he gets are fun, albeit out of date".

"What's with that guy and stuff from a thousand years ago?"

Catharine chimes in, "he's an ancient god that was born a thousand years ago".

Rags giggles as he inserts his card to the reader to pay for food, "Good one Cat, I'll go over to my usual space and wait".

As Rags trots away, Catharine punches Goat in the arm, shout whispering at him, "You didn't tell him?"

Goat whispers back, "Gage doesn't hide his powers, regularly, I'm rather impressed Rags didn't notice how bright the stars in his cloak are or that he just occasionally floats through the air, or that he moves inhumanely fast, like teleportation".

"Is that really your excuse for not telling your friend?"

"I mean, I don't find it a problem!"

"Hey Catharine!" Rags calls out as he walks over again, "is Sharla coming to watch the movie with us?"

Catharine sighs at Goat, before turning to Rags saying, "Yeah, my car's out of commission today, you wanna hitch a ride with us or something?"

"I wanted to ask her if she uses a hair dye or if her hair is naturally like that".

"I get with the pigments and what else that it might not look it, but like my hair, it's also natural".

"Damn, it's a really nice shade of dark blue too".

"I can ask my sibling about hair dye brands", Goat says, "they're really into coloring their hair, they may even know some good overall fur dying products. Most are shit from what I hear".

"God, yeah, they are", Rags complains, "They're either really impotent and get washed out after a day or two, or the at home product you bought is actually made for you to go to a specialist to do it, who most likely already has what you want, so you're paying more and god is that frustrating".

Catharine hands Rags his burger and she says, "we can make laser guns, and bio efficient cybernetics, but if you want pink fur, it's only gonna last you a day".

"I mean, it's more just a nitpick honestly", Rags sighs, "oh, can I get a knife?" After obtaining his plastic cutlery, Rags walks out of sight.

Catherine goes back to whispering, "So you don't tell your friend you live with an ancient God?"

"Technically we were born at the same time, our universes just had different states of-", Goat tries explaining.

Catharine cuts him off, "I don't care of multiverse mumbo jumbo! You told me!"

"You've been my friend since middle school, he's been my bully in that time".

"Does that make you any less of friends now?"

"No, but it doesn't mean I want to go to him for these things".

Catharine sighs and gives up. The duo return to working. There are three minutes left to go in their clocks. Lynn gives FemGoat a paper flower, to her delight. Goat doodles by the register as Sharla walks in and waves to Catharine. The two chatter amongst themselves as Goat draws an OC of his. More coworkers come in and the current person in charge gives them the go ahead to leave. As the party start heading out, Rags calls out to Goat.

"HEY! Can you come with me in my car Goat? I wanna show you something", Rags explains.

Goat shrugs, "sure, why not. Catch ya guys later!" Goat walks over to Rags.

Rags hands him half the burger he bought, "I thought you might be hungry as well".

"There's no cheese on this".

Rags scratches the back of his head, "well, yeah, couldn't give you the best part!"

Goat shrugs as he eats and follows Rags to his car, "something important you wanna show me?"

Rags gets in his car to the driver seat, "not really, just..."

Goat sits in passenger, "ah, I get it, ya just wanted to hang out more, that's alright".

Rags shouts, flustered, "no you idiot! I mean. Well, I do like the company... ... ... I've never been to your house before and need help getting there".

"Ah, alright weirdo, I'll tell ya how to drive a straight line".

"You walk to work in just a straight line?"

"Yeah, basically".

"Can we take a detour then?"

"Knock yourself out".

Rags pulls out of his space, and drives. The two talk about work, and a few events that happened. Rags mocks crushes Goat had, and Goat jokes about Rags' last boyfriend. After a few minutes Goat falls asleep in the warmth of the car and his clothes. The drive becomes quiet. Rags puts on classical music on low volume settings. Rags stops by a rather large and nice looking house. He opens the door and tries closing it as quietly as possible, and he runs into the house as quickly as he can. He soon returns seeing Goat still sleeping. He quietly opens the door and enters.

"I've never seen ya outside of work in anything other than a crop top T, and those short shorts", Goat remarks.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Rags screams, "You could've been sitting up before this!"

Goat stretches, "thought it'd be funny. This your parents house or something?"

Rags sighs and puts his head down on the wheel, "no. It's mine, they bought it for me, and pay my bills, and the gardener. Perks of being an only child I guess..."

Goat pops his neck, "well it looks nice, got anything fancy?"

Rags speaks, increasingly getting quieter, "there's an indoor theater, a pool, a bedroom..."

Concerned, Goat asks, "what's wrong?"

Rags sighs sitting back in the seat, he replies, "I'm lonely, I get out sometimes and have an occasional hookup, maybe even someone to be with for a few weeks, but really, most of the time I'm just... there. By myself. In my room. Maybe reading, maybe playing one of those old games you and Fandom like. Maybe I go and cook myself something or just order takeout because I have the money for it anyway. I'm kinda excited to meet your family".

"I don't really live with my family, they're more like roommates".

"Oh. I guess I didn't need to go and change then".

"The sweater looks nice, and you look good in jeans".

"Thanks Gage".

"Anytime Richard. Besides, when will I meet your family?"

Rags laughs, for a moment before going quiet. With a sigh he asks, "how do I get to your house?"

"Just drive to the mall, and I'll guide you from there".

Rags pulls out from the house. He drives down the road. Goat tries to make small talk but Rags turns up the volume of the classical music. He turns it up too high to where Goat holds his head and ears, Rags immediately turning it down. Goat gets the message and watches outside the window, without a word. Rags pulls into the mall's parking lot and parks, turns off the gas and rests his head on the wheel.

"I don't know where my parents are", Rags explains.

"Huh?" Goat hums.

"I only remember them being in my life up until I was ten. On my tenth birthday I was given two gifts, that house, and a caretaker... who later became my gardener. She's really nice".

"How do you know they're still paying for-"

"My gardener still gets paid every month, and the electricity is still on, I don't even receive the mail for these bills".

"Oh".

"I wish you could meet my parents, I want to see them too, maybe at least you can see your own parents".

"I could, the same way I could stab myself, but I don't really want to hurt myself".

"... I didn't..."

"You're good. Want me to come over some time?"

"... ... ... it's over an hour walk".

"When has that stopped me?"

"I'll just pick you up, don't worry about it. Now, where do we go?"

"Thanks man. Ok so you're gonna need to go east from here".

#furry writing #furry fandom #furry #averagegoatman #rags the rat #ragstherat #richard #lynn #femgoat #catharine #sharla

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Solo Para (Adelphia/ Maddy): Negligence

Adelphia knew she had plans tonight and was generally very committed to getting to places promptly, but she couldn’t shake the feeling in the back of her head. She knew Maddy had been going in and out of a rough patch, but that was nothing new and generally, Adelphia did as she was asked and pretended not to see Maddy’s cries for help. But Auradon was finally getting to her, and she made her way to Maddy’s place.

When she went to knock on the door and it slowly creaked open. In contrast to the setting sun outside everything inside the house was dark and ominous. She slowly walked into the darkened house and made her way to the living room on the off chance that Maddy would be hanging out there. As her eyes started to adjust, she did notice Salem in the corner, spooked out of his mind and scratching at something.

“Salem what is it you got there?” The more put-together blonde asked the cat as she slowly walked over to see what he was clawing at. When she noticed a particular shine to the item, Adelphia paused. Maddy’s talisman necklace. What in the world would drive Maddy to take that off? The one thing she claimed kept the voices of her grandmother and her cousins away, that kept her from becoming her grandmother.

Adelphia grabbed the necklace and ran to Maddy’s room, busting the door open with her shoulder since there was no time for politeness. There was Maddy in the middle of the room, it was dark, and everything was a mess. The windows were shattered, and the wind was blowing into the room lightly, with the moonlight being the only thing that light up the room.

“Madds? You took off your necklace, you know how bad it is for you to take it off.” Adelphia said softly wanting to stay calm, so she didn’t spook the other blonde. Maddy slowly turned to look at Adelphia with tear streaks on her face. Then she looked at the ground and Adelphia gently came over to her and hugged her.

“It happened again Del. I can’t take it all the nightmare, every time I lose control, I’m a monster just like they said. I always knew I was a monster, unwanted by even my mother. Why didn’t they just leave me in that damn hole and let one of the wolves eat me? Why couldn’t I……why couldn’t I?” Maddy sobbed as she clung to Adelphia. As Adelphia held Maddy close, allowing the girl to cry the wind in the room picked up. The shattered glass in the room cut through her clothes as she held Maddy even closer. The pain wasn’t as bad as it could be, Adelphia had taken worst from her mother on the Isle a few cuts on her arms and face didn’t mean much when her best friend’s health was concerned. She knew how Maddy felt about herself and how Maddy isolated herself because of it. Although she had always taken a backseat to the girl’s problems to respect her privacy at what point did her respect turn to negligence as a friend? They all have been negligent as her friend, but no one wanted to say it or cared enough to. It was just Maddy, right? It was what Maddy had asked for and wanted since leaving the Isle, right? But the way Maddy was clinging to her told a different story and it made Adelphia realize that she should have tried harder, she should have cared more. They all should have cared more if they considered Maddy their friend.

Maddy, herself, was stuck in her head wondering why she was even still here. People claimed to care but, in the end, it was always shallow, a surface-level amount of care. But that was the relationship she forced upon people, not that anyone ever tried to fight her on it, to show they cared more. The whole point of her moving was because she was slowly spiraling, what was the point of her wearing that stupid necklace if she was still gonna be a danger to herself and others? If people would still see her as she saw herself, a monster. It was a good hour before Maddy calmed down as she hugged the girl’s waist and allowed Adelphia to stroke her hair softly. It was comforting to have someone there when she needed them and not in the aftermath. Sure, it was nice for people to come and show they cared when the hard part was over, but it was way more meaningful to be there when things were at their lowest. “You should go, Adelphia, you were planning to go out right? I’m sorry I kept you here for so long.” Maddy said quietly and slowly sat up looking at Adelphia.

“After you put on your necklace Madds. I don’t want to leave you here alone when you need someone, Stiles will understand.” Adelphia said and smiled gently at Maddy.

“Someone will make an appearance; they always do when the storm ends. I’ll text you so you know I didn’t do anything completely stupid.” Maddy gently took the necklace from Adelphia and put it on her neck. A collar that was meant to help but only served as a decoration ever since Madame Mim took it off her.

“I’ll call, okay? Get some sleep and I’ll be back in the morning.” She said and slowly got up. She quickly gave Maddy another hug and promised Maddy that even if the world was against her Adelphia would be there as her friend. Then Adelphia left the other witch’s house occasionally looking back in worry about her and if she was making the right choice.

#Adelphia Swinton #Isn't There Always that One Defective Daughter || Adelphia #mad maddy #a little crazy could do everyone some good || Maddy #Solo Para: Negligence

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iv. couch.

read on ao3

To Lena: r u busy??? U didnt answer my calls. Dinner later?

To Lena: my place.

To Lena: Or yours! Can totally go to urs. If u want.

To Lena: Lena????

To Lena: where are u??

To Lena: Answer my calls

To Lena: Pls?

Kara rounds the corner of her hallway, keys bitten, dangling from her lips, as she types with both hands. Her 67th text message of the day to an MIA Lena Luthor sent. She fails to notice the creature lurking around the front of her door; dark fur shining under the cheap LED lights of Kara’s corridor.

She’s still deeply absorbed in her phone with worry, in the middle of jamming her keys in with one hand, when something furry brushes against her legs and Kara yelps.

She pulls the knob clean out of the wood in shock, her phone dropping to the floor loudly, the cat doing a duet with her with a startled yowl of her own.

Heart hammering and adrenaline racing, Kara looks down and sees the cat for the first time.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasps, “I didn’t see you there, buddy. I’m sorry for startling you!! I didn’t mean it.”

The door knob clatters loudly to the ground as it falls out of her grasp. And Kara sheepishly feels guilty for the hole in her door. But the cat meows loudly, catching her attention, as if in response to her apology.

She crouches down low, and reaches out a hand to touch the furball. She snaps a quick pic, sends it to Lena and pockets her phone.

To Lena: KITTY!!

“Oh, oh come here,” she coos, “where’s your collar? How’d you get here huh?”

The cat reminds her of Streaky. The first stray who ever took to her kindly. Although upon closer inspection, Kara realizes this one has striking emeralds for eyes, Streaky’s eyes were a more softer blue.

The cat surprisingly seems friendly, immediately leaning into Kara’s touch. Nosing at the inside of Kara’s wrist and it’s such a familiar gesture but she can’t seem to remember why.

And...oh, a small rumbling echoes through Kara’s palm!

Oh, they’re purring!

Kara doesn’t know how long she stays there crouched low exactly, but eventually, she stands up, takes her hand away, and picks up the damaged doorknob.

“Well, time for you to go home now, buddy,” she tells them, giving their head one last pat before dusting off her hands on her jacket.

“Go on, shooo. Shoo. Go home. I’m sure your human is looking for you.”

But the cat remains unmoving. It looks like they’ve decided to sit firmly in front of Kara’s doorstep, casually licking a paw, as if waiting for Kara to open her door.

“Are you actually waiting for me to open my door?” Kara makes a mental note to thank Rao that none of her neighbors can see her trying to hold a proper conversation with a cat.

“Look, kitty,” she says firmly, “I’m not your human.”

The cat just blinks owlishly at her. Eyes too green, too intelligent and-

Kara makes up her mind.

She turns her face skywards, takes a deep breath (This will probably backfire, she already knows. But she's always had a soft spot for strays.) and then she pushes her door wide open.

The cat races inside, cutting through Kara’s legs and almost tripping her.

“Well, somebody’s excited,” Kara mutters under her breath, she watches the cat head for her living room couch; watches as they pause all of a sudden, changes course and jumps onto Kara’s coffee table instead.

Where the cat then proceeds to knock down everything in close vicinity, even the picture frame of her and Lena together.

“Hey! No! Bad kitty-”

But the cat is already hopping down from her pedestal, landing on the frame directly.

And then things get weird.

The cat proceeds to stomp all over it, meows loud, like really loud; insanely loud for a cat their size.

Her paw seems to be almost pointing? At the other person in the frame.

“I-” Kara seems taken aback by the bizarre behavior, sure she knows cats are vastly different from dogs, but this…

This is just weird.

The cat’s meowing only seems to get louder.

How you land yourselves in these situations, Kara. I really just don’t know, at this point. She can almost hear Alex say.

“What are you- Are you- are you pointing? That’s- That’s Lena, yeah. That’s my best friend.”

At that, the cat seems to vibrate. They start clawing at Kara’s pant leg, meowing and meowing and meowing—

And then it hits her.

"-but it turns out that she’s a witch. And apparently, so am I."

The green, green eyes.

A pink nose nuzzling against her wrist.

“Lena?”

******

“Oh, Rao! Lena you’re a cat! What happened?! Oh, no, baby what did you do?”

Lena-

Lena The Cat—and okay, so she’s still wrapping her head around that one—just stays silent. She’s sitting on her lap, looking regal than any cat has any right to be. A judgmental look in her eyes.

Lena’s a cat. Cat’s can’t speak. Can’t answer Kara’s questions.

“Right. Sorry. Only meow,” Kara murmurs, embarrassed. For some reason even in cat form Lena manages to be intimidating.

“Okay so, uh d-does that mean you still understand me? Two meows for yes. One meow for no.”

Kara gets two meows.

“Okay, cool, cool. Great. You can still understand me, that's good.” Kara runs a hand down her spine, “Gosh, your fur is just so soft.”

She hears Lena give a small growl, body tensing, “Right. Right. Sorry. Not the time for pets.” Kara retracts her hand away.

“Uhm, so next question then, I guess? D-did you become a cat this morning? Were you testing out your uhm...gift?”

Lena meows twice. Kara nods, clenching and unclenching her fist underneath her chin. Fingers itching to run themselves through Lena’s soft fur again. Lena seems to sense this, and nuzzles her face into Kara’s hand, bumps against her repeatedly.

“Really?” Kara double-checks, giddy. If she were human Kara bets Lena would be rolling her eyes like she always does when Kara does something particularly dorky, but she just pushes her head firmer against Kara’s hand and meows twice.

“So uhm,” she starts, cautiously, noting Lena’s increasing purr, “is there like a spellbook for this or something? Something that can help you transform back?

Lena meows yes.

“Is it in The Tower or back at your place?”

There are no responses.

“Sorry, sorry lemme rephrase, is it in The Tower?”

She gets two consecutive meows.

Okay, to The Tower it is.

******

“Are you going to tell me why you’re cradling a cat in your cape or??” Alex raises a brow at her, a hand on her hip, left foot tapping impatiently. Her sister was heading out for the day, it looks like. It was just tough luck that Supergirl landed one minute before the elevator took Alex.

Crap. Now they have to explain. They didn’t talk about this. Lena still hasn’t told her if it was okay to tell people about her gift.

“I-I rescued it,” Kara says.

Well, that isn’t so far from the truth, right? She stares at the bundle in her arms, Lena the traitor staying silent all the while—green eyes shining all innocent at Kara.

Alex’s stares intensifies.

“From a tree,” Kara flounders, and Lena The Cat has the audacity to yawn, squirm and jump away from her arms. She lands gracefully, tail swishing up in the air and heads straight for the lab.

Alex eyes the cat suspiciously before turning back to Kara. She jabs a finger to her chest. “It better not have any fleas. It better not touch my training mat.”

“She won’t.”

Alex just shakes her head, rolls her eyes, grabs her helmet and walks to the elevator.

Before she goes though, Alex says, “You know, this is gonna sound weird, but I swear I think I saw that same cat slinking out of The Tower earlier this morning.”

“Alex, she’s literally a black cat. There are hundreds of black cats in the city.”

“You're being weirdly defensive about this. Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

Alex seems like she wants to say more, but the elevator dings, and she’s never been more grateful that Kelly makes Alex pick her up from work. Alex huffs out breath, before conceding and disappearing into the lift.

******

The camera flash is what gets Kara busted.

But is it really her fault if she walked in on a cute kitty, hunched over, meowing adorably, trying to flip over the pages of a thick spellbook, with her teeny-tiny bean paws?

Lena hisses at her, teeth-bared and fur puffy.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you were just really, really, really cute okay?” She walks closer to the desk, carefully lifts a hand and scratches Lena behind the ear.

The hissing slowly devolves into purring, and Kara grins triumphantly. Lena lets herself be picked up after a few moments, Kara leafing through the pages for her.

“So, found anything yet?” She asks, cradling Lena close to her chest. A warm weight on Kara’s arms, and as much as she wants to get her real Lena back, she also isn’t too eager on giving up this version anytime soon. Then again, Kara thinks, it would be impossible for her to give up any version of Lena Luthor.

“Spell? Charm? Anything? Do you need to make a potion? Are we gonna get to make a potion? Oh, oh do you need a wand? Do you have a wa-”

Kara’s words get muffled as two black paws press against her lips. Lena’s green eyes narrowing at her. She meows at Kara. Loudly.

“Mkay, mkay. Shut up. Got it.”

Lena removes her paws, and Kara makes a gesture of zipping her lips together. This seems to appease Lena enough because the next second, a pink tongue darts out and she...licks Kara's nose.

“Did you- did you just lick me?” Kara gasps out.

Lena doesn’t even acknowledge her with a meow, just turns away and jumps out of her arms again. Before Kara can do anything about it though, her phone rings.

The screen lighting up with Andrea’s name.

“Danvers, I’ve got a story for you.”

******

“Alex, please, I’ll be quick. I promise. I’ll only be three hours at the most. Please just look after her,” she pleads, pouting and puppy eyes in full power.

It also helps that the cat burrito in her cape looks to be cooperating. Lena The Cat staring at Alex with wide round eyes.

Apparently, some governor was found dead downtown, and now Andrea wants her on the scene. She can’t just leave Lena all alone in The Tower. No matter how hard Lena’s been protesting, this is brand new territory for both of them. Nobody knows the extent of Lena’s powers.

Point is, Kara would feel a lot better if she were to leave Lena under the care of someone she trusts. Even if said someone, accuses Lena of being a stray with fleas. It's still better than leaving Lena all on her own.

“Ugh.” Alex groans and Kara knows she’s won. “If this cat causes trouble I will throw it out the window, Kara.”

“No!” Kara yells, distressed. “Don’t do that. She’ll behave. She promises.”

She puts her hand under Lena’s arms and raises her up to eye level—Simba style. “You promise to be good for Alex, don’t you?”

All she gets is a lot of squirming and screaming, there were also a lot of attempts at scratching Kara’s nose.

“See?” Kara says, chuckling nervously. “She’s telling you she’s good.”

Alex looks skeptical, her arms crossed against her chest.

Kara sets her down on the couch, and crouches down low.

She tries to pet her head, but Lena bites at her finger, she catches her teeth on the skin of her supersuit’s thumb slot. She bites deeper, her teeth accomplishing nothing but a few dents.

And oh, Rao she thinks she’s such a feral little cat but her pink adorable gummy snarl says otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be back. I promise,” she whispers, careful not to let Alex hear. “And then we’ll figure it out later, okay? The safest place for you right now is to be with Alex.”

She really doesn’t want to go, and based on Lena’s protests she doesn’t want Kara to go either. But well, Andrea had finally threatened to fire her if she disobeyed...which is...fair.

She’s aware she’s been doing a less than stellar job at being a journalist lately. Rao, what an understatement. This is basically her make it or break it.

“Look, I’ll be quick, promise. Be good to Alex,” Kara murmurs. She presses a kiss on Lena’s furry forehead. Lena finally unclenches her jaw and lets Kara go. The little whine she lets out, letting Kara know that she knows the battle’s lost.

“Both of you, be good,” Kara tells them sternly. “Alex, please don’t yeet my cat out of the window.”

Alex shrugs, staring at the cat with suspicion. “I make no promises.’

Lena is staring at Alex just as hostile. Great. They both deserve each other.

Kara sighs exasperatedly. Well, at least she tried.

******

She gets a very angry Alex Danvers on the line, right after she’s finished talking to some sources. It’s nighttime now, and when she checks her watch—yep, she’s left Lena in Alex’s care for more than six hours.

Crap.

“Hey, Al—”

“KARA IF YOU DON’T PICK UP THIS THIS THIS GODDAMNED HAIRBALL RIGHT NOW, YOU WILL NEVER SEE IT EVER AGAIN.”

There is loud meowing, and then, “What the- Get off! Get off me right no-”

The line clicks dead.

Kara Danvers quickly changes into an alley, manages to break the sound barrier.

******

It’s Kelly who opens the door.

“Hey, Kara,” she greets her. Kara is impatiently rocking on her heels, trying to peer past Kelly’s shoulders.

The place was quiet; ridiculously quiet, and Kara feels fear swoop in her belly.

“Please, tell me my cat is still alive,” Kara bursts out, Kelly just gives her a pained smile and oh, no, oh no.

She muscles her way past Kelly to a brooding Alex on the couch.

Lena is nowhere to be seen.

“Alex, Alex where’s my cat? Where is she? Where did you put her?”

Alex finally looks up at her, Kara taking notice of the red marks on her arm.

Oh no, Lena, what did you do?

“Calm down, I didn’t throw the little demon away. She’s-" Alex sing-songs before finishing, "on time-out.”

“Time-out?” Kara asks, voice shaking. Rao, does she really want to know.

Alex takes too long to answer, taking a swig of her beer first before pointing to a corner in the living room.

And there, she spots it.

It, being a small pile of laundry on the floor, next to an upside down hamper. A big white hamper housing one Lena Luthor. There's a crude cardboard sign stuck on it; "Kitty Jail". Alex has also stacked a few encyclopedia on top of it, no doubt an attempt to keep Lena from escaping.

“Oh! Oh, Lena!”

Kara superspeeds her way and scoops Lena up, the cat meowing immediately and curling into Kara’s chest.

“You named the cat after Lena?!”

Crap.

Kara turns around slowly, “Uhm yeah?”

Alex just shakes her head. “Unbelievable.”

“Her eyes reminded me of Lena, okay?!” Kara yells defensively, pressing tiny kisses onto Lena’s fur.

“I’m sorry that Alex has been such a meanie to you," she coos, "I know you didn’t deserve it, baby."

Alex seems to perk up at that, because she raises up from the couch. “That,” Alex jabs a finger in their direction, Kara cradles Lena protectively, “That baby ruined my couch and she so totally deserves all the mean! All the mean in the world, Kara!”

Lena hisses in her arms.

“No, no. That’s not true. Lena is baby and she’s perfect and you’re just a meanie.”

“She ruined my upholstery! She left hair all over the place and that’s not even to mention the scratching!”

“Because you were mean to her!”

Alex scoffs, eyes bulging wide in disbelief.

“Get out,” Alex says, her brows pinching comically, “Get out of my apartment before that little devil causes more damage.”

“Gladly,” Kara says, and Lena meows her assent. They make their way past Alex, Kara unaware that Lena has stuck out her little tongue at Alex over her shoulder.

“And she’s not a little devil!” Kara calls out.

Alex slams the door in her face.

******

That evening, Kara pores over a thick spellbook, eyes swimming with Latin symbols with a purring machine on her lap.

By midnight, Kara has managed to pass out on her couch, a black cat curled on her chest.

The spellbook lay open on her coffee table, forgotten.

******

The first sight that greets Kara when she wakes up are green eyes.

Green human eyes.

And then it hits her.

“Lena!”

The spell had blessedly wore off by morning, and Kara’s never been more glad to see the sunlight lighting up Lena’s face.

For a moment, Kara’s assaulted with the mental image of laying in a pool of sunlight with a black cat stretching leisurely next to her.

“Good morning,” Lena purrs, and oh Rao, that sound is much, much better than her meowing.

“You’re back!” Kara gasps in awe.

“I’m back,” she whispers, she’s still draped fully over Kara on the couch. A blanket covering them both.

“Rao, I missed you.” A palm comes up to cup her cheeks, Lena automatically nuzzling into the inside of her wrist.

“Mm, I missed me, too,” Lena tells her, face breaking into a small smile. Kara traces her fingers up and down Lena’s spine. Oh, how she’s missed touching Lena’s skin.

Wait-

Skin.

Is she-

“Lena,” Kara begins, swallowing. Her nerves not going unnoticed.

Lena raises a brow at her. “Kara?”

“Are you- uhm- ah. Are you naked right now?”

Lena’s eyes light up like a cat’s and Kara knows she’s in trouble.

“Mm. It seems that I am,” Lena says, and all Kara can do is gulp.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

special shoutout to @mike-wachowski, @sexybread-png and @thebreakfastgod for their cat expertise without whom this silly little fic would not be written.

#catto!lena #COME GET YOUR CATTO!LENA CONTENT HERE!#I AM WELL AWARE HOW SELF-INDULGENT THIS IS AND HOW MILES AWAY IT IS FROM THE PROMPT BUT YEAH #oh oh and p.s yes they did have sex on that couch right after.#supercorptober 2021 #the reckless writer writes #a supercorp ficlet of sorts #if u see a typo no u didnt #supercorp

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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you come home drunk and both your siblings Harry and Gemma are home watching a movie

Ur mom Anne is asleep and you snuckrf out to a party and got drunk maybe, and you come and when Harry is like “YN? What r u doing?” And the first thing u say is “I’m not drunk” and just start rambling stuff

sibling!harry isn’t talked about often enough so here we go;

(this turned sad pretty quickly fyi….)

You were flat out drunk.

Pissed. Wankered. Plastered. Hammered. The whole combination of all of them together.

If someone were to ask you to spell your name you would reply with a bunch of letters that didn’t even exist in yours and you knew this because it had just happened.

“You’re so drunk.” Your best friend Hannah giggled, but their was a tone of concern behind her voice. She knew that you were a lightweight, but didn’t keep tabs on you the whole night to keep track of how many drinks you’d had. Turns out, too late, too many.

“No, i’m Y/N dummy!” Your words slurred as you stumbled over on the grass outside of the party you’d just been at.

It had been your good friends Will’s birthday party and it was all very exciting because it was the first big house party for people your age - in your school. Will’s house was massive, too, and it was the talk of the town. Unfortunately your stupid, annoying, over-protective older brother had told you no when you’d asked him if you could go. You’d gone to your mum first, the lovely Anne, and she’d said maybe, but once Harry had twisted his way into her head to describe everything the party wouldn’t be she’d said no.

Luckily for you, your bedroom window was right next to a huge tree - one that you could easily climb onto, up and down. So that’s what you’d done.

As soon as you’d arrived at Will’s you had a drink in your hand. Then another, and another and so on until the point you were at now - wasted. You had originally drunk so much out of spite of Harry, but you ended up trying to the point where you honestly didn’t even notice you were drinking alcohol.

“Y/N get up, c’mon. I need to get you home.” Hannah sighed, looking around to see if anyone was around to help.

“Noooo! Harry will be there and he’ll shout at me.”

“Why? Harry’s nothing but lovely.” Hannah had a not-so-secret secret crush on your brother - as did the whole of your town. And the country. And the world. It was hard living in the shadow of Harry Styles, but you did love him just not when he sucked the fun from the universe.

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You rolled your eyes and kept them shut, just wanting to go to sleep now and the grass seemed comfortable enough.

“You should be so lucky Y/N.” Hannah argued back.

“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“You’re so ungrateful, do you know that?” Hannah scoffed, clearly pissed off with your whining antics, “You know what? You can walk yourself home.”

And with that you were left to the front grass, confused as to what you’d done wrong to make her so pissed off so quickly. You thought you were just sharing feelings and having a heart-to-heart, but clearly Hannah found offence to your words. No doubt she was pissed off at you for being a bitch about Harry, but that’s just the way it was. He was your brother. Your famous older brother who adorned the hearts of billions. Sometimes that’s all you ever feel like - ‘the sister of Harry Styles’ - to the point where you just wanted freedom and release. Sure, this was not the healthiest way for release but it did make you forget who you were just for the day. You often felt misunderstood and it was times like this when you could feel a little better.

“Fuck.” You sighed, knowing you’d just pissed off someone else in your life. Now, you’d have to get yourself home and confront your even more pissed off brother, sister and potentially mother. That’s if they were even up. Or if they cared enough.

You’d always felt left behind.

It was no doubt unintentional, but you felt like you were the least cared about in the family. Harry was the golden angel and could do no wrong and Gemma was just a responsible queen, according to mum. You, well… You were the “irresponsible and reckless” one of the bunch according to most media outlets and even your family. Maybe it was true? You never saw yourself as those things, but you could see how the sneaking out and drinking - and at a young age - could be seen as.

You picked yourself up off the floor, stumbling as your head started spinning fast. You felt sick, tired and cold and you hadn’t noticed your nose runny and eyes teary until now. You tugged the sleeves of your long t-shirt down, silently wishing you’d brought a jacket, and pulled your phone out of your pocket.

No charge. Great.

The walk home didn’t take too long, but completely wasted did not make it easy. You bumped into people and got cat-called by hideous and vile men. You felt unsafe, but you kept yourself together and attempted to get home as quickly as possible.

“Fucking pull yourself together.” You talked to yourself as you stood at the bottom of the tree, climbing it the best you could with a cloudy mind. The branches scratched your arms and your legs felt so fatigued, but you were honestly too exhausted to care anymore.

As you clambered through your window the last thing you expected was to see Harry laying on your bed.

“What the fuck!” You screamed from shock at him being there, stumbling over your own legs and falling onto the floor. Harry sat up immediately.

“What do you mean what the fuck? Y/N? What the fuck?” He threw the question back in your face, throwing his arms up in despair.

“Oh please, save your judgement Harry. I don’t need it today.” You gathered yourself from the floor and walked into your en suite bathroom, after switching on the light.

“Where were you huh?” He didn’t cut his questions.

“Out.” You mumbled, throwing cold water over your red and puffy face. Your hands were freezing and your head pounding, so the last thing you needed was Harry yelling at you at how much of a disappointment you were.

“Are you drunk?” He walked into the bathroom, clearly not understanding the meaning of personal space. “Are yo- are you crying?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again.

“What doesn’t matter? Being drunk, you crying, getting home late, sneaking out?”

“None of it!” You snapped, looking at him with so much sadness. “None of it matters. I- I don’t matter.” You sank down on the cold tiled floor, resting your back against the wall opposite the bath. The tears fell and stung you eyes. You embraced your legs with your arms after pulling your knees up to your chest.

Your whole body language screamed to Harry that you were not okay and he was upset for you.

“Y/N..” Your name came out soft and fragile from Harry’s mouth.

“I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” Harry sunk down against the wall next to you, not touching you but close enough for you to know he was there for you. He let you cry until you decided you were alone enough to let him comfort you. You brought your head up and let it rest on Harry’s shoulder, to which he responded by putting his head on top of yours.

“I’m just really tired Harry.” You whimpered, using your long sleeve to wipe your nose dry.

“Of what Y/N/N?”

“Being a nobody.”

“You’re not a nobo—”

“Harry I am—”

“No you’re not.” Harry ended the argument quickly, before continuing. “You’re not a nobody Y/N. You’re my sister and bestest friend in the whole world. I care and worry for you more than anyone. I love you more than anyone, just don’t tell Gem or mum that! I’ve never thought of you as anything but my favourite person and someone I can rely on for my happiness, and I apologise if i’ve taken that for granted recently.”

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“You’re my most important person and i’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but trust me, Y/N, when I say that drinking away your problems, and even rebelling, is not the way to make things better. It always makes it worse.” Harry spoke from personal experience.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I am too.” Harry sighed, kissing the side of your head. “Just worry about you too much to see that sometimes i’m holding you back.”

“I like that you worry about me, it makes me feel important.”

“That’s because you are. Most important person in my life.”

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