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Victory gardens were popular during World War I and II as a way for families on the "home front" to produce their own food and boost morale during food rationing war efforts. This Victory Gardener's Guide, Including Food Preservation Guide (1944), came from the Victory Garden Committee of the Cuyahoga County Council for Civilian Defense and the Garden Center of Greater Cleveland, in Ohio, as a practical guide to making victory gardens at home. Read below for more information on victory gardens and a sample garden plot.

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Foreword

Dear Victory Gardeners:

We are presenting to you herewith the new 1944 edition of the "Victory Gardener's Guide." We believe you will be delighted with its practical sug-gestions and new features:

Our Government is asking for more and better gardens in 1944. Last year we had 110,000 gardens in Cuyahoga County. That was a good record and we are proud of it. But there must be more and better gardens this year.

We hope that every family with a sunny site and suitable soil will have a vegetable and fruit garden if possible. Our 110,000 Victory Gardeners of 1943 should make plans immediately for more productive gardens this season. We also need from 15,000 to 25,000 additional Victory Gardeners. Begin now to select your site and make your plans for this summer.

Plan your garden carefully and then carry it out faithfully. Study this guide thoroughly. Use your seed and fertilizer for capacity production. Take care of the garden through every stage of planting, care, and harvesting. DON'T waste seed, fertilizer, or soil.

We wish to express our appreciation to the Executive Committee for their painstaking work on this guide. They are Mr. Robert P. Brydon, Chairman, Mr. Henry Pree, Mr. Harold Ward, Miss Helen Grant Wilson, Mr. Paul R. Young and Mr. Herbert G. Meyer, Director. They have been ably assisted by the Food Preservation Division, a group of leading home economists of Cleveland.

They have prepared this "Guide" for the sole purpose of helping you. The text has been revised and simplified. Twenty-three line drawings have been added, including one of the Mall Garden location. The seven 1943 Garden plans are still featured. Every one of these forty pages is packed with practical information.

We wish you good luck and a fine garden. You will enjoy the vegetables and fruit you raise and you will have the consciousness of giving real help in a worthy cause.

ARTHUR J. CULLER, Chairman Committee on Social Welfare and Health Civilian Defense Council

Making Victory Gardens

This Gardener's Guide is to help you make your Victory Garden efforts as effective as possible. Wasteful, spasmodic, non-productive or war-hysterical gardening must be avoided. The emphasis of Cuyahoga County's Victory Garden program is on better garden making during 1944.

The 1944 Victory Garden goal for United States has been set at twenty-two million home and community gardens, with at least a twenty-five per cent increase in food production. This is four million greater than the 1943 goal and two million larger than the twenty million gardens made in 1943, as estimated by the Gallup Poll. Applying this to Cuyahoga County, every one of this year's 110,000 gardeners should make better and perhaps larger gardens in 1944, and 15,000 new gardens should be made—a total goal of approximately 125,000 GOOD Victory Gardens.

Many valuable sources of information and helps on vegetable gardening are available in Cuyahoga County. These are listed in this booklet. Spe-cific garden plot plans, approved by the Victory Garden Committee for Cuyahoga County, are presented. They are graduated in size to fit the available ground area and the experience of the gardener.

Only a limited supply of these booklets has been printed in order to save paper and other materials. Please do not destroy this or file it away. In war or peace, it is good sense to "use what we have and keep it useful." If you have no further use for this booklet, give it to someone who will use it, or return it.

Who Should Raise Vegetables?

Individuals who have had successful vegetable gardens should continue with them, and increase the yield and quality.

Persons lacking in experience and knowledge of gardening can prepare themselves to make a good Victory Garden by taking advantage of the helps made available by the Victory Garden Committee.

Areas that are shaded, have tree roots in them, or where the soil conditions are not satisfactory, are not worth the sacrifice of vegetable seeds. DON'T waste capital and man power on poorly selected projects.

Sufficient time throughout the season must be budgeted for the Victory Garden to make it a successful venture. Only the amount of vegetables which can be properly cared for should be planted.

Children should be encouraged to participate in the Victory Garden Program under proper supervision. The educational aspect of the garden program should be emphasized, particularly as it relates to health and character building.

Community Maintenance and Improvement

The care of your Victory Garden will lead you into the care of your :lot and house. This is no time for disorder; we must have efficiency. This is no time for waste we must conserve. This is no time to let things run down; we must maintain what we have. War time is clean-up, fix-up time. We must use what we have, and keep it useful ; we will not get new tools, or furniture, or houses, for a long time. If you practice conservation on your own house and yard, you will contribute to the war effort as well as to the values of your home and your community.

You and your neighbors can use your work on Victory Gardens as a spring-board into an effective consciousness of other community problems. By working together on conserving your whole neighborhood as well as your own houses, you will build civic assets for this emergency and for long after. You will be doing real city planning, and building the better communities for which we fight.

As you work in your Victory Garden, you will realize more and more how much time and effort go into all gardening and building. We cannot afford to waste any of our assets. You will want to join in the movement to protect the parks, playgrounds, schools and public buildings that were built with your money for your use. You will feel the need for conservation and wise use of all resources—manpower, food, gardens; homes, neighborhoods, public properties—to win the war, and to enjoy the benefits of pace. And you will do your part.

Why Can?

WHY CAN? Home canning helps to supplement commercial supplies and saves transportation. It provides greater variety in meals by helping to equalize the seasonal food supply, and if properly done, home canning helps to supply food elements which are essential to health. It provides a means of pre-serving the surplus of your Victory Garden.

Home Canning Pays

If you grow supplies in sufficient quantities for your daily use and pro-vide an inexpensive surplus for canning—

If you can as quickly as possible when produce is sound, ripe, and fresh —two hours from plant to can is a good rule—

If you buy direct from a farmer or home gardener at a low cost to justify home canning—

If you have suitable equipment and suitable storage space.

If you will can products efficiently and according to the best canning techniques—

If you can proper amounts of the various food products—not too much nor too little, but just enough to last the family through the coming year

General Rules

There is no such thing as luck in canning. It is a science requiring Care and Precision. The sooner the food is canned after picking, the better the result. The product will be no better than the material that goes into the can. Select foods with care, using only sound perfect produce in prime condition. Canning does not improve the product, it only preserves it.

Use the right method for the food to be preserved. Tomatoes are the easiest vegetable to can. All other vegetables are non-acid and should be canned in a pressure cooker, dried, or put down in salt. The safer method is to sterilize the food packed in the can. The two recommended methods of sterilizing in the can are processing by hot water bath—or by pressure cooker.

Victory Garden Plans

Seven plans for adult Victory Gardens are presented on pages 9 to 15. They range in size from 150 square feet to 5,000 square feet. Two additional plans designed especially for children are shown on page 16. These gardens have all been carefully planned to make full use of soil area for the entire season. The Victory Gardener should select the plan which best fits his conditions.

The smaller sized plots are limited to vegetables economic of space and with high food value. Crops such as corn, pumpkins, squash, cucumbers and perennial crops such as asparagus and rhubarb are included in the larger plots.

The four major vegetables--judged on ease of culture, maximum yield, high vitamin content, general use, and facility of canning or storing—are tomatoes, carrots, beans and vegetable greens. These have been included in the largest amounts consistent with a well balanced vegetable garden plan. All other crops are secondary, yet worthy of inclusion to vary the wartime menu.

Selecting the Plan

The size of the garden should be determined by the site, space and time available, and the needs of the family. Approximately 1,000 square feet of land will produce enough vegetables for a family of four during the summer. A larger plot will be needed to provide for canning and storage. Even the smaller gardens, 1 to 3, yield surprising quantities of vegetables. You can expect to spend at least one hour a day in the 1,000 square foot garden. It is better to take good care of a small garden than to have one so large it is neglected.

These suggested plans may be used for individual home garden plots or as units of a community garden.

Notes and Suggestions

The tomato plants, as shown in the plans, are spaced for staking and tying. If grown on the ground, space 3 to 4 feet apart.

As noted earlier the major crops are tomatoes, beans, carrots and such greens as lettuce, spinach, Swiss chard, endive, beets for tops, mustard and others. If more of these major crops are wanted, substitutions may be made, as for example, carrots in the parsnip row, tomatoes where asparagus and rhubarb are shown. It is better, however, to follow the plans.

Potatoes should only be grown in garden areas larger than 5,000 square feet, and only where the soil is suitable. A fairly acid soil is recommended for this crop. Check other cultural information on potato raising before attempting to grow them.

Harvesting of vegetables from the garden is greatly increased by succession planting. As soon as one crop is harvested, fertilize and plant with a crop which will mature before the end of the season. The harvesting period for many vegetables may be extended considerably by planting at one time varieties having different maturity dates. Succession planting is provided for in the plans given in this booklet.

In Plan Number 7, the area on the right side may be planted with early, quick-maturing crops such as lettuce, peas, spinach, onion sets, radishes, etc. This may be done also in Plans 5 and 6 where early crops are not indicated in the areas devoted to late crops. This will result in a still more intensive utilization of the soil area.

READING THE PLANS

The following guide serves for plans 1 to 7.

The rectangles represent the outlines of the plots. The letters A, B, C and D mark the corner stakes.

Lines across the plots mark the vegetable crop rows. Solid lines are for full season rows and broken lines - - - - are for partial season rows. The latter, except where succession crops are marked, indicate "companion" crops.

Names of the crops are shown in the rows. Parentheses ( ) around a crop name indicate a succession crop to be planted after the first crop is harvested.

The small circles indicate transplanted plants; the large circles indicate hills of squash and cucumbers. Short perpendicular lines divide rows between various crops shown.

The inch measure (6", 12", etc.) indicates distances between the rows. These are shown at the left of the plans. The foot measure (2', 4', etc.) indicates distances in the rows, as for example, the spacing distances between transplanted plants, or sections of crop rows.

The asterisks * on the left mark the rows which can be planted as early as soil conditions and season will permit after April 1. Broken lines so marked should be planted first. All rows not so marked should be planted after May 25. Succession crops ( ) are planted immediately after the crops which they follow are harvested. Pepper plants are usually transplanted on or after June 1.

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In my head the price of something falling into the “expensive” category now fluctuates GREATLY based on the make & material, now that I understand production process more intimately. That is to say, I pulled out my winter clothes today & put away summer clothes as we expect a sharp temperature drop following the weekend, I suspect summer is officially over & I can’t imagine wearing string straps or cool linens any time soon. My summer things fit into a single, neat little bin. I surveyed the winter clothes with some satisfaction as, with the addition of the secondhand wool items I purchased last month, I actually feel ready for the cold this year—with the exception of work pants. I was disappointed to find all my work pants are thin polyester I’d bought years ago before I understood more about fabrics or my own sensory issues with them. So, after work I visited the outlet & was further disappointed to find a maximum 30% wool content in pants, mixed frustratingly with polyester. The employee suggested I head to a different location, which meant braving city traffic (annoying) to the ritzy mall in a near city down town. I did manage to find two pairs of 100% wool pants! The straight leg did not suit me, but the wide-leg pairs were both comfortable & flattering. I tried on a silk shirt, which I’d never done before, & though I adored it the weight of the collar kept pulling the garment back to ride high on the front of my neck & that alone coupled with the price lent me to reluctantly put it back. Maybe one day, something silk. But I purchased the two pants & had they not been such good make & material I think I would have laughed at the price. They need to be hemmed, as I’m quite short, but I can’t imagine wearing the other pairs now that these are an option. I will leave them in my bottoms basket until this theory is proven, as they are still in good repair & perhaps I will be able to stomach the material from time to time (unlikely).

I called my cousin, a few friends, & chatted with my love, who is in Detroit on a work trip. I payed the rent, mailed some things, re-bought the fungi book I left in my friends car which he subsequently lost, showered, & picked up my favorite wine to celebrate spending too much money today. The fatigue that has rested over me all week seems to be slowly dissipating, which I am grateful for.

Tomorrow, I will knit hand warmers I think. I’ve still not braved the sock pattern which was my original purpose for learning how to knit but, maybe this will be a nice bridge for that project as it requires more attention than hats or scarves. Too tomorrow my love returns & if I have the energy for it I will meet some friends downtown. I am hopeful warm wool layers will stave off my apprehension towards actual winters, a thing new to these bones which spent decades in the Texas heat. Fall colors are poking out of every tree, acorns are fat & green, & armored in warmth I hope to lean back into my excitement about seasons I so coveted all those years.

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28 May 2023

On Parade

Anzac Parade 28 May 2023

If there’s one thing every capital city needs, it’s a big ceremonial thoroughfare. Washington has the National Mall, London has the Mall, Paris has the Champs Elysees, and even humble Canberra has Anzac Parade. In times of less construction, one could stand on the steps of the War Memorial and have an unobstructed view of the long avenue, and then, across Lake Burley Griffin, to both the Old and New Parliament Houses.

It’s perhaps odd to consider that nearly none of this was intentional. Anzac Parade was part of Walter Burley Griffin’s plan for Canberra, which I’ll link to here - Griffin, it seemed, really liked his big avenues, and you can see most of the modern Canberra roads there. Looking at drawings by Marion Mahony Griffin, which are in Nicholas Brown’s History of Canberra, there doesn’t really seem to be anything in the spot where the memorial is, and a bizarre domed building that looks like a cross between the US Capitol and the Angkor Wat stands on Capital Hill. Even Old Parliament House was only intended to be temporary. Of course, the First World War intervened, and thus the War Memorial came to sit where it does now at the base of Mount Ainslie, while the permanent parliament house was not constructed until the 1980s, and certainly looks like the product of its decade.

Just as Anzac came to exist, so did Anzac Parade. Like much of Burley Griffin’s plan, it took until later to come into fruition - it was opened in 1965. Over time, it came to be lined with individual war memorials to specific services, battles or wars. They run the gauntlet from the traditional statuary of the Army Memorial to the modern, cubical Peacekeepers Memorial; from the traditional heroic imagery of the Desert Mounted Corps Memorial to the sombre, ambiguous concrete monoliths that form the Vietnam War Memorial.

My uncle has been in town recently, so I took him up and down Anzac Parade to look at the array of memorials. It was a good opportunity to reorientate myself with them - and it’s a fairly good walk besides.

We started on the left side of the road (facing towards Mount Ainslie.) At the start of Anzac Parade there are two giant basket handles on either side of the road, forming the Australia-New Zealand Memorial. It’s perhaps fitting that we start with the oft-forgotten ‘NZ’ part of ANZAC; a healthy reminder that Gallipoli and the Western Front are just as important in Wellington as they are here. Moving along, one passes the Boer War Memorial. This is a very recent addition indeed - it was well into the 21st century before the South African War had its memorial in the national capital. Past that is the Desert Mounted Corps Memorial.

I’m going to go a little deeper into this one, as there’s not much scope for the discussion of the Palestine campaign anywhere else. The Desert Mounted Corps, initially the Desert Column, operated in the Sinai Desert, Palestine and Syria between December 1916 and the end of the war, fighting against the Ottoman Empire. Initially the force was commanded by General Chetwode, but in mid-1917 General Harry Chauvel took command, the first Australian to command a corps. (Lawrence of Arabia, apparently, was not a big fan of him.) The Corps consisted of three divisions - two ANZAC and one British. An additional British division and an Indian brigade were added in mid-1918, and I believe there were detachments of French Colonial troops, although I can’t seem to confirm this right now. I tell you this because you would not know from looking at the memorial, which is entirely an Australian and New Zealand affair. Grumbling about the omitting of nationalities aside, a big reason the Desert Mounted Corps Memorial is of particular interest is because it’s actually a replica. The original was erected at Port Said in Egypt after the war, but during the Suez Crisis, it was targeted and destroyed by Egyptian nationalists as a symbol of the British Empire. The destruction of statutory, despite what some might say, is by no means a 21st century phenomenon.

Moving along, one passes the grey, funereal Vietnam Memorial, which asks visitors to walk inside it, and in which the names of the dead are gathered on a ring above. Then you pass the Korean War Memorial, with its army, navy and air force figures surrounded by tall steel poles that look like rain, and after that the comparatively conventional memorial to the army. At the end of Anzac Parade, nestled into the corner, is the Hellenic Memorial, which commemorates the battles of Greece and Crete during the Second World War. It’s built to resemble an amphitheatre, with a pillar marked with the Greek Orthodox cross and pair of steel beams in the middle. A map of the Aegean, almost stained glass in appearance, is made from tiles on the floor.

Perhaps entertainingly if one knows the history of Greco-Turkish relations, it’s positioned directly across the road from the Mustafa Kemal Ataturk Memorial. There probably aren’t many western democracies, with the obvious exception of Germany, that have memorials to the enemy in their capital - still less to an autocratic dictator. Yet Ataturk holds a key position in Anzac mythology. As a Lieutenant-Colonel in the Ottoman Army, he played a role in the defence of Gallipoli against the British and Anzac forces. After the war, he became a key figure in the Turkish nationalist movement, and eventually the President. I have to be very careful what I say here, as I have to load and edit this in Turkey where it is illegal to defame Ataturk, so I’ll focus my discussion on the inscription on the memorial.

It’s a long one, and it’s a little hard to see on my photograph, so I’ll just type it out.

Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives … you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours … you, the mothers, who sent their sons from faraway counties, wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom, and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they have become our sons as well.

Beautiful sentiment, right? The only problem is that Ataturk almost certainly didn’t say them. I’ll link to an excellent article on the subject at Honest History (and honestly, I’d recommend that website for a lot of things) but the basic gist of the problem is that knows when he said it, or if he dictated it to someone else, or if it was a letter, or really anything else about the providence of the quote, and it really seems to have started being kicked around in the 1980s. There is no evidence prior to 1953 of the speech (or letter, or dictation, or lavatory graffiti) existing.

So why, when we know he probably say it, is it still there? I think it’s because it’s comforting. It’s a little bit of myth making that serves to make the past a little more bearable. To imagine your father or grandfather lying in the bosom of a friendly nation is palatable. To imagine him buried in an enemy country, whose soldiers killed him, is less so.

Traveling back down Anzac Parade, one next passes the memorial to the Royal Australian Navy Memorial, a mishmash of flesh and steel shapes which includes a fountain. Beyond that is the ‘shower curtain’ - the derogatory name a veteran nurse gave to the Nurse’s Memorial. This is the most vertical of the memorials on Anzac Parade - a blue glass structure that visitors can walk into, listing the names of conflicts and postings of the nursing service and displaying images of nurses throughout Australian military history. It is worth pointing out that this is a memorial specifically to nurses in the Australian service, not Australian nurses - nurses who died in the British service are not commemorated either here or on the Roll of Honour. I know you’re getting sick of links by now, but here’s one to a video on that subject.

We then pass the Royal Australian Air Force Memorial, which I’ve never been a particular fan of - it just seems a bit dull to me, if I’m completely honest. Past that is the great tan monument to the Rats of Tobruk - the men of the 9th (and one brigade of the 7th) Division who defended Tobruk from the Nazi Afrika Korps in 1941. (I am going to get into so much trouble for calling Rommel’s Afrika Korps ‘Nazi,’ which is of course precisely why I did so.) Finally, one passes the impenetrably abstract Peacekeepers Memorial, before reaching the other side of the New Zealand Memorial.

This walk took us about an hour, and on the way home, we decided to try to find the Air Crash Memorial in the Pialligo Forest. The key word was ‘try,’ because it turns out there’s no road access and it’s a 3.2km walk to reach it. As we’d already been walking, we decided to call it a day. The air crash in question was the Canberra Air Disaster - a Lockheed Hudson crashed on approach to Canberra airport on the 13th of August 1940, killing three members of the cabinet and Chief of the General Staff General Sir Brudenell White. This is another name we’ll probably come back to. Suffice it to say, it was a major body blow to Robert Menzies’ first government and probably contributed to its fall the following year (although Menzies buggering off to London for several months to pester Churchill probably didn’t help either.)

All in all, it was a good day. I don’t know when I’ll write again, though I’m hoping soon - otherwise I shall see you in two weeks, as there’s a few thoughts I might want to get onto paper while I’m in Sydney.

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Retail Therapy

You were starting school soon and needed some fresh clothes, thankfully you had saved up so you could go somewhere that wasn't second-hand. The mall was full of shops with different styles, but you weren't quite sure as clothes weren't your specialization. You tried a few and didn't connect with anything there. As you walked along you come across another store, Flexwear. You enter, but regret it as it looks like mostly athlete and gym wear, for jocks, which you weren't. Before you could escape though, a typical-looking jock approached you.

“Oh hey, brah! Welcome to Flexwear. How can I help you today” the associate said

“Oh, Umm hi… I actually walked in here by mistake… sorry” you said trying to find a way out as fast as you can

The associate looked over you and smirked “haha, no one walks into a store by mistake bro. Come on I have a few things I would like you to try on”

Shocked by how demanding the sales associate was but because of your timid nature, you didn’t want to say no. Following him around as he picks up a few items that you knew you would never buy. You see the associate place the items in the fitting room at the back of the store and then walk back up to you.

“The fitting room is ready for you bro when you’re ready”

“Yeah Uh thanks” you respond

Walking into the fitting room you look at the clothes laid out. This included a few shirts, jeans, and even…. Underwear. It all looked like it was meant for someone that hit the gym every day and was wayyyy too large. You end up deciding to not try on the items and just wait a couple of minutes before heading out telling the associate they didn’t work out.

Out of the corner of your eye, there was an AirPod case. You go ahead and pick it up looking at the case closely. Maybe it was left by the last user of the room or maybe it slipped out of the associate's pocket. You actually never owned a pair, preferring large headphones as they didn’t hurt your ears. You open the case looking at the two pods inside almost as if they had never been used. You don’t know what complex you but you pick up the buds and move them to your ear. They practically jump out of your hand as they dig themselves inside your ear canal. “What the fuck” you scream out, as you try to take out the buds with no use as they as they’re stuck inside. You start to hear a noise in the headphones as your body freezes up and stands upright facing the mirror. Your face has a terrifying look to it as you don’t know what's happening. Then you start hearing a voice come out of the AirPods… it almost sounds like one of those corporate training videos

“Welcome new hire! You have been scouted by our recruitment team and it seems you’ll be the perfect new addition to our growing team. You might be asking what’s happening to me or probably yelling for help, but don’t worry everything will make sense in the end. Oh and don’t bother yelling for help. Our fitting rooms are made with soundproof materials. Now let’s get on with section one. Please remove your clothing”

Your eyes widen as you see your body start moving unwillingly removing all your clothes until you are naked completely naked in front of the fitting room mirror. You continue to struggle but with no use as your body stays obeying the commands coming from the AirPods.

“Great! Now that you’re naked we begin our second section. Our associates have strict physical requirements to maintain our company image and you’ll be no different. Now please pick up the black t-shirt apart of the company uniform”

You look overseeing your body grab the fitted simple black tee and force it over your head. As soon as it lays on your torso the shirt begins to tighten. You start to feel a sting around your upper chest as the shirt continues to tighten. Your pecs start to inflate creating a shelf where your flat chest used to be. You let out a small moan as they continue to build up “ple….se s..s…stop”. simultaneously your nipples start to expand and move downwards with your growing pecs. As the shelf finishes being built you feel the shirt start to tighten around your waist as you let out a long breath almost as if all the air from your lungs left you. Your waits and small gut start to contract onto itself. All the fast that used to be there starts to evaporate into the air making a perfectly sculpted abdomen. Cobblestone-like abs start to build up your stomach like a road across your torso. You continue to moan in both a mixture of pleasure and pain. The pain starts to move up into your arms as your biceps start to expand into football-like arms stretching the sleeves of the tee. You look over at your arms as a vein starts to snake down both arms to represent the hours you will be now spending at the gym to maintain company standards. As the upper body transformation starts to settle down you let out a sigh from the relief. You then hear the guy in the AirPods come on again.

“Perfect you now have our ideal upper body” the voice lets out. You look at yourself in the mirror and see that your upper body is almost an exact copy of the sales associate from the beginning. “Now. please take the blue underwear allocated to every associate and put it on.

Your body continues to obey the action and grabs the blue boxer briefs from the pile. You watch slowly as your body puts on the underwear against its will. Once it is on, your arms let go of the band, snapping it against your new muscular waist. You start to feel the sensation come back, but now around your groin. First, they go through your legs as they grow to become one of the largest pairs you have seen. You also see your feet grow to a size 13 to match. The feeling goes away as you finally think it’s done until you feel it come up again but closer to your crotch. “Noo… please not … that” you start to see the bulge in the underwear starts to expand as your small cock snakes out into a perfect 10inch python ready for breeding. Your balls also grow to match golf balls being filled with a new type of cum to match your new powerful genetics. The pain has become a pleasure as you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as the underwear starts to massage your new cock. You do continue to fight it but you know you’re losing the battle.

“Now new hire, please reach for the bottle of the Flexwear musk cologne near you and begin to spray it over your body”

Your body obeys the command pickup up the cologne shaped like the torso of a fitness model and started spraying it on yourself. The cologne smells like a locker room right after football practice as the scent continues being sprayed, you feel it enter your skin as it starts changing the chemistry body order giving you a traditional masculine musky scent that won’t go away even after showering. At the same time, the scent has been rewiring your brain making you conscious more receptive To commands. Just as the cologne settles in you hear to voice one more time

“Now that we have you up to par with our physical standards we must change your personality…. We understand your resistance but don’t worry this will be better for you and the company as a whole” as the voice finishes you start trying to scream for help again, as a new more masculine voice appears.

“Welcome new Hire…. We will now begin stage 4: mental conversion” your eyes widen as the voice starts speaking new words “you are a jock…… you work for Flexwear….. you represent the brand….. you are a jock… be proud… call people bro” as the brainwashing continues you feel your hand moves itself to your cock as it starts to unwillingly jack you off. You try to resist but with no luck. The voice continues“ you’re hot and you know it… you are always showing off your muscles…. You are an alpha…. You won’t take no for an answer ” The brainwash continues for another 30 minutes until you start to feel the cum build up in your balls and cock. “ please ssstop I I don’t want to be a dumb jock” you moan out just before you cum all over inside the blue boxer brief. The last of your old self has been released with that orgasm. As you regain consciousness and look at yourself in the mirror. For a split second, you almost remember who you were until you hear a knock on the door.

“Fuck Bro, you been in there forever when are you coming out and helping out, we just got a huge group of customers,” the sales associate said as your new personality sets in.

“Fuck, sorry dude! I’ll be right out… got to take a progress pic for the gram” you respond as you take a quick selfie flexing and showing off your hard work.

The sales associate outside smirks as he just got a new associate and a new best friend.

#biceps #hunk #jock #muscle #jock tf #fashion #pecs #nerdtojock #my work

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drarrily-we-row-along · 2 years

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Part 7)

December 7: Santa

Harry didn’t have many Christmas traditions.

He lived alone now and there weren’t any traditions that he’d grown up attached to BUT every year, since Teddy had turned two, he’d taken his godson to see Santa. It was a little silly but it was something that Harry had always wanted to do when he was little.

"Hey," he said, broaching the subject carefully with Draco. He knew, logically, that he didn't need to tiptoe around the other man but something about this entire arrangement was fragile, like they were standing on the precipice of something more but they could tilt over at any moment and tumble in the wrong direction.

"Hi," Draco said, looking up from the new shipment of brooms that he was unboxing for the display they still needed to finish for their slews of Christmas shoppers.

"How are you?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "I'm fine, how are you?"

"Good," Harry said, realizing how ridiculous it was to have this conversation when the two of them had literally spent the entire day working together. "Good," he repeated like an idiot. "Listen-" he started.

"Uh oh," Draco replied, setting down the broom polish he was using to touch up the brooms. "What is it? Are we broke? Did you lose the key to the front door again? Did Helmi eat her way through the pile of quaffles? Did-"

"It's nothing bad!" Harry exclaimed, stopping him from his train of horrifying thoughts.

"Oh."

"Just." Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "Do you want to come see Santa with me and Teddy?"

(Read more below the cut)

Draco blinked at him and leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful, "Salazar, it's been ages since I've been to see Santa," he mused.

"That seems logical," Harry chuckled.

The corner of Draco's mouth tilted up, "Yeah," he said with a little nod. "Yeah, I'd love to go see Santa with the two of you."

"Really?" he asked with a smile he couldn't quite contain.

Draco nodded.

"Great!" he enthused.

"Did you want to go today?" he asked.

He lifted a shoulder, "If it's not too much trouble."

"Alright," Draco agreed, standing up and brushing off his trousers.

"Teddy will love this," he said excitedly. "We always go and get some hot chocolate and fresh baked cookies while we're at the shopping center. He'll love getting to share it with you, too."

"The shopping center?" Draco asked curiously as he wrapped his scarf around his neck.

"Yeah," he replied. "There's one a couple blocks from Andromeda's house."

"Huh," Draco said, as they started out the door. "I didn't realize muggles celebrated Santa Claus."

"Definitely," he replied as he held out his arm to apparate Draco to Andromeda's.

"Well, this will certainly be an adventure," Draco remarked with a grin and Harry allowed himself to share Draco's hope for the evening.

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The shopping center had been packed. Harry had hoped that they might beat the rush by going early this year, but apparently there wasn't any time that Santa wasn't busy.

While Teddy wasn't always good about being patient, the promise of a visit to Santa followed by a cookie, in addition to time spent with Uncle Draco, was enough to bolster him through.

Harry had cast a few discreet notice-me-nots when they arrived. Teddy was pretty good about not talking about magic but he was only six. And it also didn't help that Draco was looking around like he'd never seen a shopping mall before. Which, in retrospect, Harry supposed might well be the case.

"How do you think that Santa's sleigh can make it all the way around the world in one night?" Teddy asked them.

"Time turner," Draco replied absently as he curiously watched the muggles passing through with their trinkets.

"What?" Teddy asked.

Draco looked over at them, "Don't you know the story?" he asked.

"About a time turner?" Teddy responded in confusion.

Draco looked up at Harry and Harry shook his head.

The other man hummed and said, "Well, legend has it that Santa was the original inventor of time turners."

"Really?" Teddy asked, looking up at Draco with wide eyes.

Draco nodded, "Yes. Santa was an inventor," he continued. "He lived at a time when muggles and wizards didn't fight, back when Merlin lived and helped King Arthur, before," he paused, obviously rethinking what he was about to say. "Well, before some muggles got afraid of magic and wanted to hurt wizards."

"Do muggles want to hurt us?" Teddy asked, looking around at the muggles currently surrounding them.

Harry opened his mouth to respond but Draco beat him to it, "Not at all," he replied smoothly. "There are some bad muggles just like there are some bad wizards, but it's not like it was then."

"Okay," Teddy said, breathing a sigh of relief. Harry gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Anyway," Draco continued, "Santa always wanted to help children in need. He started off small, in his town, building toys, inventing new ones, and giving them away to all of the kids. But slowly the number of children he was giving gifts to grew and spread into neighboring towns, so he needed something to help him to get to all of them."

"What did he do?" Teddy asked.

"Well, he invented the time turner which allowed him to roll back time so that he could have enough time to get everywhere. And then the number of kids that he visited grew even further until he was traveling all around the world."

"What about his reindeer?" Teddy asked. "Where did he find those?"

Draco's brow furrowed, "Reindeer?"

"Yeah," Teddy said, "To pull his sleigh."

"Ah. Well, tradition holds that he uses hippogriffs. I've never seen them myself, though."

"Really?" Teddy asked, giggling at the idea.

"Yes," Draco said. "But they're more for work around Santa's workshop. Santa uses the floo network for his deliveries."

"Cool!" Teddy shouted, loud enough to break through the notice-me-not charm.

"Sorry," Harry said, waving sheepishly at the couple in front of them. "We're really excited to see Santa."

They smiled and turned back around and Harry put the charms back in place.

"Sorry," Teddy said with a little wince.

"It's okay, buddy," Harry replied. "Being excited is a good thing!"

Teddy grinned up at him. "Tell me more, Uncle Draco," he begged.

And so Draco did, regaling them with tales of magic and good triumphing in the end. By the time they got to the front of the line, Teddy was all but vibrating with excitement.

"Thanks for this," Harry said softly as they watched Teddy hug Santa before starting to talk to him.

"What?" Draco asked, smiling as he watched Teddy with Santa.

"The stories and the magic," he replied, "I didn't know any of the stories you were telling."

"I loved going to Santa when little," Draco replied wistfully. "Did you know that wizarding children often believe in Santa longer than muggle children?"

"I didn't," Harry replied.

Draco nodded, "Magic is real for us so none of it seems far fetched. The thing that seemed the most unrealistic to me was the idea that the muggle and magical worlds had ever coexisted in peace."

Harry laughed, "So when did you stop believing?"

"It was actually a muggle born Ravenclaw that first told me none of it was real. Second year," he said, mouth curved up in the corner. "I was devastated, of course."

"You were twelve?" he asked incredulously.

Draco nodded, "Why? How old were you?"

"Seven, I think."

Draco looked up sharply. "That's horrible," he replied with a frown.

Harry shrugged, "It's hard to believe in something when there's no proof it exists."

"What-" he started but Teddy came bounding over, eager to share about his time with Santa and to go get a treat.

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Harry forgot about their conversation entirely until later that night, after Harry had made the three of them dinner, and they'd put Teddy to bed in the guest room before sitting down for a nightcap.

"What did you mean earlier?" Draco said over the second glass of wine, curled up on the opposite end of the sofa from Harry.

"Sorry?"

Draco swallowed the sip of wine he'd taken, "About not having reason to believe in Santa."

"Oh," he said with a shrug. "I never got presents."

"You never got presents from Santa?" Draco asked incredulously like he couldn't even imagine a world where children didn't get presents stuffed into stockings.

"I never got presents," Harry repeated before swallowing the remainder of the wine in his glass and reaching for the bottle to refill both of their glasses.

"Harry," Draco said, reaching out to stop the movement of his hand as it grasped the neck of the wine bottle. "What do you mean you never got presents."

"I just didn't," he replied with a shrug.

"Not from anyone?"

"Not until I got to Hogwarts," he said and he carefully didn't let himself feel the sting of that; it took the same sort of self control it took not to poke a bruise.

Draco stared at him, speechless, for a long moment. "You know, it's a wonder that you didn't hate muggles," he said. "It's a wonder that you didn't turn out just like Voldemort."

"Gee thanks," Harry huffed.

"No I mean it," Draco said.

He rolled his eyes and yanked his hand away from Draco so he could go back to pouring wine. "Ta, very much."

"Stop being dramatic," Draco replied with a huff, "I just mean that there is no conceivable reason for you to be as good as you are; you're kind and generous, you are thoughtful and caring. You're the best person I know."

Harry tried to get words to come out, he genuinely did, but he only succeeded in flapping his jaw like a fish for several seconds. "That's one of the kindest things anyone's ever said to me," he finally managed.

"And I'm just saying," Draco continued, "If I ever met those horrible people you lived with as a child, I would give them a piece of my mind and I bet they would choke on it."

Harry laughed, "Did you just quote the Muppet Christmas Carol?"

"Maybe," Draco said with a haughty little sniff, "It's the right sentiment for the moment."

"Thanks, Draco," he said softly.

Draco gave him a little smile, "Don't mention it." They held each other's gaze for a long moment before Draco said, "Pass the wine, my glass is all but empty."

So Harry passed the bottle and they steered back into easier conversation until, well past their usual bedtimes, Draco bid Harry a good night and headed home.

Harry fell asleep with a smile on his face, replaying the evening in his head until equally pleasant dreams arrived.

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December 6 | December 8

#sorry i'm still behind on these #the plan is to get caught up tomorrow #Drarry Drabbles #Christmas #drarry christmas #fluff #falling in love #developing relationship #pining #Teddy #visiting santa #drarry #drarry ficlet #thanks for the prompt #<3

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Baby Talk - Part II

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)

You’d hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.

Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.

Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.

Up and down and up and down.

But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldn’t happen.

It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. You’d gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.

So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.

It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.

Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.

Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.

You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. You’d never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.

Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jimin’s door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they weren’t decent?

Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...

But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?

FLASH.

BANG.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.

Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Jungkook’s worried voice echoed in your ear.

“She’s trembling,” Jimin said, rubbing your back.

“I-I I’m sc-”

FLASH.

BANG.

You cried and flung your arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.

‘Comfort her,’ Jimin mouthed.

Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s alright, Jimin and I got you. You’ll be safe,” Jungkook promised.

Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it can’t be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasn’t a good addition.

Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.

Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.

The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.

Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkook’s hand and headed back to their bedroom.

“God, that scared the fuck out of me,” Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.

“Me too,” Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

“Didn’t know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,” Jungkook said, frowning.

Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. “I know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,” he snorted.

“Ooh, yeah, that could work,” Jungkook said.

“I’d never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,” Jimin said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, maybe it shows that she’s starting to trust us. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,” Jungkook said, feeling awkward.

“Well, maybe we can fix that,” Jimin reasoned.

“What do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, leaning forward.

“Mmm, let’s take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, you’ve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. She’s gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,” Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.

“That would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,” Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do it,” Jimin said, gripping Jungkook’s hands.

“Okay, yeah!”

Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.

“Y/N! Come on,” Jungkook said, walking with Jimin’s hand interlocked with his.

“Coming, coming,” you sighed, following after them.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?” Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, sleepy,” you grumbled.

The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they would’ve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.

Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.

You didn’t seem to be having fun at all.

What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadn’t found something you wanted yet. Jimin didn’t want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.

Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe you’d find something you wanted in there.

Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.

Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.

The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...

“Are you two with the young lady over there,” the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.

“Ah, yes, she’s with us,” Jimin confirmed.

“I take it she’s not really into the whole shopping experience,” the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.

“We just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like she’d rather die than be here right now,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“Well, what are some things that she likes?” The shop attendant asked.

“Books,” both of them said quickly.

The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.

“My wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what you’re doing, sometimes that helps,” he offered.

Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.

“It’s worth a shot,” he said.

The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.

You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.

“Y/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?” Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“You said you wanted to take me shopping,” you said, gazing back at him.

“Exactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isn’t an issue here,” Jimin said.

Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. “I-I don’t really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“The last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“No I’m not upset I just feel awkward,” you explained.

“Oh, there’s no need to feel awkward Y/N, it’s just us,” Jimin reassured.

“People keep staring at us, like I’m some lame friend third wheeling on a date,” you sighed, rubbing your face.

Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.

They hadn’t realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.

God, they had messed this whole day up.

“Oh Y/N, we’re sorry,” Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.

“Not including you,” Jimin explained.

“There’s no need to include me-” you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.

“Yes there is, you’re carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, that’s not fair to you,” he said, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Yeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isn’t unhealthy for you or the baby,” Jimin said.

“This isn’t about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,” Jungkook said.

“Well,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.

“Yes?” Jimin said, leaning forward.

“It’s, well, I guess some new clothes wouldn’t be bad. I’ll need maternity stuff,” you told them.

“Yes! Absolutely! We can do that!” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.

However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.

“Sorry Y/N! I-I wasn’t thinking and I got so excited, sorry,” Jimin frowned at himself.

“It’s alright,” you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didn’t really matter.

“I need to be more gentle with you, you’re carrying our baby for Christ sakes,” Jimin huffed.

You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jimin’s face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldn’t really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.

However, you needed to get that under control.

This wasn’t your baby.

And that’s just how it was going to be.

Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.

“Ooh! Y/N, pink is your color,” Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.

Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.

Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.

Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.

You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.

Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasn’t an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.

It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress you’d tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.

Jimin was stunned.

You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.

Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldn’t help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.

“It looks really good, Y/N, I didn’t pick this one. Did you Kook?” Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.

“Jungkook?” You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.

“Yes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?” He asked you.

“I did, yeah,” you answered.

“Little sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?” Jimin teased.

Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jimin’s heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.

Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.

You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything they’ve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...

Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.

The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.

“It’s nothing crazy, just... We didn’t want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while you’re with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,” Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it must’ve cost.

“Please, don’t ask how much it cost. It doesn’t matter as long as it makes you happy,” Jimin whispered.

Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.

“Do you not like it?” Jimin asked.

“Is it too much? Did we go overboard?” Jungkook worried.

“N-No, it’s beautiful,” you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.

“Do you want to put it on?” Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didn’t throw this pendant back in their faces.

“Yes, please,” you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.

Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.

Then, they held up their wrists.

A sun and a star.

You looked and saw it was all a matching set.

“You guys, you really,” you said, smiling softly.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re our equal in this. You aren’t just a womb we’re renting,” Jimin said. “You’re a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.”

“We’re so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If there’s anything you want, anything you need, name it, we’ll get it for you. Scouts honor,” Jungkook said, holding up his hand.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didn’t want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N!” Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.

“God you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,” you sniffled.

“It’s not our fault!” Jimin said.

“It is very much your fault,” you said, holding your stomach gently.

A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkook’s blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.

“Okay, well... Thanks for today you two... I’m glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. I’m gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?” You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.

“Y-You’re welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,” he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.

“Okay, I’m gonna go take a shower then,” you said again, taking off towards the stairs.

Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.

“Jesus,” he said, panting hard.

“Do you, do you feel it too?” Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked.

“Fuck what’s wrong with us? She’s here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,” Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s frantic thoughts. He agreed. You weren’t someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didn’t send their minds spiraling.

“I know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?” Jungkook reasoned.

“I don’t know Kook, I don’t know,” Jimin said, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

—

The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.

It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.

Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.

“Y/N? Sweetie are you alright?” Jimin’s worried voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.

“Can I come in?” His light tone echoed through the room.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.

“Jimin? Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in the apartment.

“We’re in the bathroom Kook!” Jimin yelled.

Shortly Jungkook’s footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasn’t much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.

You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jimin’s instructions.

You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.

He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.

But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.

Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.

Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.

Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldn’t put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. He’d recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.

The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“I-I’m good,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “I think I just ate too fast.”

Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.

“As long as you’re okay,” he said, heading back towards the couch.

But your symptoms weren’t just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.

Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.

You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didn’t know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...

You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...

You’d miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.

The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.

You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.

Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.

You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.

“Y/N!” They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.

“Sweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?” Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.

“I-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,” you whimpered, covering your face again.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldn’t protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re right here, we aren’t going anywhere,” said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.

Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.

“You aren’t going to lose us, Y/N,” Jimin reassured.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.

“It’s alright, we’re scared too,” Jimin said, patting your hair gently. “But we’ll get through this.”

“There was so much blood,” you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.

“I was dying and you just... left me there,” you confessed.

“We could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,” Jimin said, sounding shocked.

“We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didn’t think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didn’t have to leave... But it couldn’t work like that.

Jimin’s work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didn’t want his help if he was dating a fellow man.

And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. He’d worked so hard to show he wasn’t any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.

They couldn’t drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasn’t wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.

With you walking out of their lives and your child’s life, forever.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.

“If something’s wrong we want you to tell us,” Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.

“I-I will,” you said, wiping your face.

“Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?” Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.

“I should be able to,” you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

“We can stay with you, until you’re asleep,” Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jimin’s head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.

“W-Would you?” Your soft voice spoke up.

Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.

Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkook’s.

The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet boy, don’t cry,” Jimin said, wiping his boyfriend’s cheeks carefully.

“Jimin,” he said, forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder.

“I know, it hurts me too,” Jimin whispered.

“I just want her to know that she’s not just a convenience, she’s so much more than that,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way you’re already so protective over the baby.

“I don’t know if it’s because she’s carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I don’t know what to do with myself Jimin,” Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.

“We just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and she’ll have a life after it too. S-She’s doing this because we’re paying her Jungkook. Of course that isn’t the only reason but, it is the main one,” Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.

Even though the words felt hollow in the air.

“I guess,” Jungkook said.

“You’ve got work early, we need to go back to bed,” Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...

Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.

It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.

The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.

“I hope we can see the baby well,” Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.

Jimin hummed in agreement. “Me too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, we’ll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!”

You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit you’d picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.

Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.

Soon, you were all at the clinic.

Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didn’t have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didn’t fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.

The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and you’d never felt something like this. However, that didn’t sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didn’t want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.

Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.

“It’s gotten worse,” you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.

“Really? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,” he said.

“It should be going away soon, I’ll be alright,” you reassured, patting his knee.

“Sometimes it doesn’t go away until the baby is born, I just don’t want you to suffer if we can do something about it,” Jungkook said softly.

“If it gets too bad, I’ll say something. Okay?” You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.

Jimin came back and took Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.

Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.

When no one had any, she proceeded.

“Okay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,” the tech asked, prepping the machine.

You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.

Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkook’s eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.

“Alright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,” the tech said, a big smile on her face.

“What?” Jimin said.

“There’s another head there, if you look right here,” she pointed at the screen. “Looks like you’ve got a set of twins in there!”

Jungkook’s eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.

You were stunned.

Twins?

The first try?

Wow, you really did win the lottery.

“Oh my God,” Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Way to go, got those twins first try,” you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.

“It’s all thanks to you Y/N, we couldn’t do it without you,” Jungkook reminded.

“Are you guys going to want the pictures?” The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.

“Wow, look at their heads babe!” Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.

“I need to put it in my wallet,” he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.

You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, you’d done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didn’t want that to hold too much weight over you.

“We should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!”

You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.

Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that they’ll give Annie to Jin’s parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.

“Dress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!” Jin said through the phone.

You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.

“Everything alright there?” He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. We’re-good,” you said, pointing to your tummy. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.

“Okay, tell me if you need anything,” he said, turning around and facing the front once more.

You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.

Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadn’t really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didn’t see the need.

But, it wouldn’t hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...

You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.

Eventually, you were all set.

Except for the zipper on the back.

You didn’t understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.

“Jimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?”

Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.

But the damage had been done.

Both men walked in your room.

Jimin’s jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.

You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.

“O-Okay, you can blink any time now,” you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.

“You look... wow,” Jimin breathed.

“Incredible. You look incredible,” Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.

“Thank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper,” you said, turning your back to them fully.

Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.

Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You weren’t an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...

Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldn’t be able to keep it together. Jimin wasn’t doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.

“Thank you,” you said, turning around with a smile on your face.

Jimin couldn’t help but mirror your grin.

“Absolutely, are you ready to go now?” He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.

“Yeah, let’s go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,” you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.

“This is only getting harder,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“Are you going to be alright?” Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yeah, just... This feels wrong,” Jungkook whispered.

“What feels wrong?” Jimin asked.

“Keeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when she’s doing something so big for us, it’s really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isn’t special,” Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I understand,” Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkook’s face.

“Boys? Are you coming?” Your voice echoed through the house.

“Coming!” Jimin said. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

—

The dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s was beyond anything you’d expected.

There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.

It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.

“So, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?” Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.

“Honestly? It’s not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and don’t get me started on how arou-ahem,” you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkook’s heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. “Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, it’s been wild. But, I’m really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,” you praised, smiling at the two of them now.

Namjoon noticed it first.

The twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jimin’s body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasn’t interested.

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

This would need to be discussed...

Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.

When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.

“What do you mean?” Jimin quizzed right back.

“Listen, I’ve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please don’t take what I’m about to say personally but-what the fuck?” He asked.

“What do you mean what the fuck?” Jungkook asked.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.

“Like what?!” Jimin argued.

“Like you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?” Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.

“What?” Jungkook coughed.

“We aren’t together,” Jimin said slowly.

“But do you want to be?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook broke first.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.

“It’s a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,” Jimin explained, skirting around the question.

“Of course, but, there’s a difference between appreciation and affection,” Jin said, speaking up.

“Y-Yeah, we know that,” Jimin answered. “I’m a therapist, I know what emotions are.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?” he asked.

“I’m not!”

“Bullshit,” Namjoon challenged.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin growled.

“What’s all the angry whispering out here for?” You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.

“It’s alright, just a heated debate about politics,” Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.

“Oookay?” You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.

The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised you’d bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.

While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something they’d discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.

And Jungkook adored it.

He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.

But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying he’d be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didn’t mean to offend you or Jungkook. It’s just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. I’m worried about what’s happening to her. I don’t want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,” he explained.

Jimin nodded his head.

“I accept your apology. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with, we aren’t sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because she’s our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We don’t know,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... she’d give the shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know. It’s hard not to love her, but... she doesn’t deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Namjoon offered.

Jimin smiled lightly. “That’s normally my line.”

“You guys are good people, I wouldn’t have recommended Y/N do this if I didn’t trust you. But, just... please don’t take advantage of her heart. And don’t lie to yourselves either.”

Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.

“Thanks, both of you,” Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.

“What was that about?” Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.

“He wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.

“Why is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?” Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.

“N-No, Y/N hasn’t ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,” Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.

“What? Really?” Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadn’t ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.

“Yeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,” Jimin explained.

“Oh, so-wait. She’s having a baby when she’s never, like, had sex?” Jungkook said. “Is that safe?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s safe but, she’s not... Um, she told me she’s had sex before,” Jimin said.

“Wow, how did this all come up?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,” Jimin blushed.

“She’s so cute,” Jungkook groaned. “Well, at least she’s been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.”

Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.

“What?”

“She may have off-handedly mentioned that she’s never, uh... You know, finished,” Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.

“You mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didn’t fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,” Jungkook growled.

“I don’t know the story, she didn’t divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed she’s never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,” Jimin said.

“That is so frustrating,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah.”

The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.

“Did you hear what she said during dinner?” Jimin asked. “When she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.”

“Yeah...” Jungkook trailed off.

“I wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,” Jimin whispered.

“We can be there to support her but we can’t over step either,” Jungkook said.

“I know, normally I’m the one reminding you of that,” Jimin huffed.

“I understand it’s not easy for either of us,” Jungkook said softly.

“Maybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?” Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook couldn’t help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadn’t really been active in that way since you’d come into the house.

“Y-You know how loud I get,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Oh I’m very aware how loud I can make you scream,” Jimin winked.

“Stop, I’m already hard,” Jungkook whined.

“I bet you are baby,” Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh tight.

“Stop, please,” Jungkook whined.

“Mmm,” Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. “And what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.

“Yes baby? What does my baby want, huh?” Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.

“I-I want-”

“Mmm, are we home yet?” You voice perked up from the back seat.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you must’ve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.

“Yeah?” You said, blinking slow.

“Sweetie,” Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You asked, noticing how tense the young man’s posture was.

“I-I’m good,” he said, trying to hide his arousal.

“Okay,” you said, laying your head back down.

Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.

You were awake, but you weren’t feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t spoken since you got out of the car, and you can’t help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jimin’s chest.

He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...

“Jimin put me down,” you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner you’d eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.

You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didn’t seem to end.

“Oh fuck,” you croaked, coughing hard.

“You want some water?” Jimin asked.

“No, I’m scared I’ll just throw that up too,” you whined.

“It might be better than just dry heaving,” Jimin said.

“You got a point,” you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.

“I’ll get you some,” he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.

“U-Um, Jungkook?” You squeaked.

“S-Sorry!” He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.

“I-It’s okay, just, you know,” you flushed.

“It’s not because of you! It’s not uh, I wasn’t um,” he stuttered.

“I-I didn’t think it was?” You said, more of a question.

“It’s not that you’re not pretty or anything it’s-”

“No, I get it,” you said, smiling weakly.

“Y/N-”

“Here’s your water,” Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.

You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.

“Have you been getting sick a lot?” Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“I mean, it’s mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,” you said, pouting lightly.

“Gotcha, do you feel like you’re going to get sick again? Or do you think you’re done?” He asked.

“I-I think I’m good,” you said, putting the empty glass down.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, making you look at him.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.

“Alright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?” Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.

You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.

Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

“Why did you look like you’d rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you in the car. It’s just, been a while you know? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jimin apologized.

“Y/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,” Jungkook said, rubbing her face.

“Oh, that is... uh, awkward,” Jimin agreed.

“It gets worse,” Jungkook said.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.

“I-I told her it wasn’t because of her and then I tried to tell her it’s not that she wasn’t pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didn’t make sense and then you were back,” Jungkook whimpered.

Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasn’t good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.

“It’s okay Jungkook, Y/N isn’t gonna hold this against you,” Jimin soothed.

“I just feel terrible,” Jungkook said softly.

“Why? It was an accident,” Jimin reasoned.

“Because I-I didn’t want her to stop,” he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.

“I don’t know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,” Jimin said.

“We were talking about it in the car! But we’ve never talked about what we want, what we’re doing now, it's not sustainable. I’m going crazy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Jungkook keep your voice down!” Jimin reminded.

“Jimin I’m so fucking confused, I don’t know what we’re doing. What I’m doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they aren’t even here yet. I love them so much, because they’re ours... But... I can’t keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, it’s killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just can’t keep giving myself hope when there isn’t any,” Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I-I didn’t know you were so broken up over this,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m so confused,” Jungkook whispered.

“I am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know it’s normal to be grateful, but, I know it’s more than that with her,” Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.

“Then we need to make a decision,” Jungkook said.

“You want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?” Jimin asked.

“Do you?” Jungkook asked back.

“I mean... I wouldn’t be opposed,” Jimin said softly.

“I don’t want this if you don’t,” Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.

“I want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,” Jimin reasoned.

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.

“But, when we’re both ready, we can approach her,” Jimin said.

“Would this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,” Jungkook asked.

“Polygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,” Jimin confessed.

“I want this too,” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do...”

You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldn’t make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasn’t about you, or anything related to the children.

Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didn’t think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You weren’t sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.

Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkook’s firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.

Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.

“Oh!” You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.

You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkook’s hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jimin’s plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-

No!

No no no no no!

Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.

How could you? Those two weren’t something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t yours... They were each other’s...

But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...

You couldn’t help but dream of the two men’s hands running over your body...

Hot breaths touching your ears...

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New girl.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3000.

Two weeks ago:

You haven’t stepped foot in school for five weeks after the science fair and you absolutely didn’t miss it. In fact, there was a part of you so done with the whole school thing, you genuinely considered it was time for you to go to college. But then you didn’t.

One day, you got up, dressed your school t-shirt, limped downstairs and went back to school with a cast on your leg. You thought you were limping back to your old life, but that didn’t happen.

Jamie was still going to school for these weeks you were out. And she was not alone. It was kind of silly of you to think she would go so long without a Luthor by her side and not make new friends. Jamie is nice, funny and sweet. People would obviously get closer once the evil cousin was out of the picture.

So, you went back to school, but not to your old life. Because there was somebody else.

“Hey.” You walked in the classroom, saw someone sitting in your desk next to Jamie, and they were talking and laughing like actual friends. Jamie was so shocked by your presence, it was like she hadn’t seen you in days, which wasn’t true because you saw her the day before.

“Oh my God, you’re actually back!” Jamie stood up and quickly rearranged some desk so you could sit close to her. “I’m so happy you two finally get to meet!”

“Oh, um, hi.” You looked at the girl in your spot, your words got stuck on your throat for several different reasons. One: she was pretty. Two: She absolutely knew who you are by the look on her face. Three: the look on her face. “I’m Jamie’s cousin, my name is-”

“I know who you are.” She interrupted you. “You’re a Luthor.”

“Maya!” Jamie scolded her, and you saw a shrug in response.

“Among other things, yeah.” You agreed with your head, annoyed. That went south really fast, didn’t it? Not that you were expecting anything different, but you were still caught by surprise.

“Sorry.” She looked down, looking almost embarrassed. It took her a few seconds, but she raised her hand at you. “It’s nice to meet you, your cousin talked a lot about you.”

“Oh.” You took her hands, adjusting the frame of your glasses back in position. “Yeah, nice to meet you too.”

And it was nice. Until it wasn’t.

And that was on the lunch break, when everyone else noticed your presence and the new addition to your table, and that turned into a nightmare very, extremely, painfully fast.

“Oh, look at that! Another freak joined the freak show.” Oh yeah, the freak show comment. You certainly didn’t miss that.

“Too bad Luthor didn’t break something else.” Like what? The neck?

“Was it really an accident or someone got revenge over the things her family does?” You are somewhat correct on this one.

“Did she got beat up for being a Luthor?” Nope. For being a Super, although you still believe someday you will get beat up for the Luthor part.

“Honestly, I don’t think they’ve beaten her up enough.” Ok, so that one stung a little.

“New girl, if I were you, I would get out of there… She’s a Luthor! Luthors are vicious.” And this one stung a lot.

You dropped your head low, feeling your cheeks burn of embarrassment. Great, someone else to be dragged through mud because of you and your name. You got up from the table when you heard that.

Jamie looked up to you, like she was asking you to stay, but Maya looked at you like she was expecting you to punch whoever said that. You did neither. You just left.

Kara came to pick you up five minutes after you called. You said your leg was hurting a lot and you couldn’t stay any longer. She didn’t question. There was nothing wrong with your leg, but a little white lie never hurt nobody.

When you went back to school the next day, you were sure Maya would not be seated close to Jamie anymore. You limped your way into the classroom and she wasn’t seated on the chair you used to sit, but she was in the one behind Jamie. You were feeling kind of shocked and happily surprised about it.

“Hey, you cool?” Maya asked, before Jamie even opened her mouth to say hi. You agreed with your head and sat.

“You just left.” Jamie looked worried and you smiled.

“Sorry, my leg.” You pointed at the cast. “Sometimes the pain gets too strong.” You shrugged then smiled a little. “Luthors are used to put other people through pain, and not to feel it.”

“Shut up, last time you saw a spider you picked it up and put it outside instead of killing it.” Jamie rolled her eyes at you and looked back at Maya. “She can’t hurt a fly.”

“No one can’t hurt a fly. It’s too fast.” You gave Jamie a smirk, because you could obviously hurt a fly with your powers and she knows that, when you heard a loud laughter behind her. You looked at Maya, with puzzling eyes.

“Sorry. That was kinda funny.” She shrugged and you furrowed your brows. Did someone else aside from your family laugh over a joke you made? Wait. Is someone at school laughing with you instead of at you? Well, that’s a first.

Today:

So, apparently, Jamie’s so cool the new girl doesn’t even mind your name. She still sits next to you both in every class you have together. She doesn’t mind (or at least doesn’t show) being called a ‘freak’, a ‘weirdo’ or ‘a nerd’.

“Is aunt Kara still picking you up everyday from school?” Jamie asks while you three make your way out of the school. You’re not limping anymore, your leg is almost recovered and your powers are kind of back (not at full potential, but it’s better than nothing). Aunt Alex promised she will remove your cast at the end of the week and you’re looking forward to it.

“Rao, no!” You say with a smile, it slowly turns into a frown when you realize what you just said.

“What’s Rao?” Maya asks and you look at Jamie, panicking.

“Oh, Rao! It’s, um, it’s a joke!” Jamie forces a smile through her own panic and you agree vividly with your head.

“Yeah! Once we were thinking what God’s name would be like, and we, I don’t know, came up with Rao?” You look at Jamie and she also agrees with her head.

“Is it stupid? Rao, yes.” Jamie says and you almost laugh at her for using Rao, it sounds weird when it leaves her mouth.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think it’s funny.” Maya shrugs making her way to the car. “Well, I’ll see you guys tomorrow, you know, if I don’t meet Rao first.”

You laugh hysterically next to Jamie, who just squints her eyes at you and your overreacted laughter.

“Ok, dial back a notch.” She whispers and you let your laughter fade. “Bye, Maya!”

“Bye!” You wave goodbye and turn back to Jamie, mouth agape. “Dear Rao, do you think she noticed?”

“That you are a total weirdo?” Jamie agrees with her head. “I think it’s kind of impossible to miss that.”

“You know what? I kind of waited for this moment my whole life. I’ve never had to say ‘oh my God’.” You speak two octaves up your normal tone, making fun of half the girls from your school, and Jamie laughs. “Now I get to use God like the rest of the world.”

“Aw. Welcome to Earth, baby alien!” She hugs you and you laugh, still accepting the hug. You turn around to see Lena’s car parked close to where you are, and you say goodbye to Jamie, making your way towards her.

“Hey mom!” You get in the car, and she smiles at you. “Is everything alright? It’s the middle of the day.” You look at her with a confused expression.

“Everything’s fine.” Lena squeezes your hand, reassuringly, and starts the car getting out of your school. “I gave myself a half day and I thought you and I could do something.”

“Oh, okay.” You put your seatbelt and throw your backpack to the backseat. “This is cool.”

“Yeah?” She asks looking at you from the corner of her eyes, and you see a smile coming up on her face. “I’m glad you’re excited.”

“Of course!” You are excited. Lena leaving work in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday? Sign you up for that every week. “Where are we going?”

“Well, I have noticed most of your clothes are looking too childish so-”

“Oh, no.”

“I thought we could go to the mall-”

“Oh, no.”

“And we can buy some new stuff!” She finishes with a smile. You’re almost opening your mouth to say ‘oh no’ again, when she interrupts. “You know, most girls would love to have their wardrobe renewed.”

“Sorry you got stuck with me, then.” You smile apologetic and Lena takes one hand of the wheel to stroke your cheek lightly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She reassures you. “You know there’s a food court at the mall, right?” She gives you some eyebrow raises and you give her a flat smile. “Come on, baby, it will be fun!”

“You and I have different concepts of fun.” But spending time with Lena is one of yours, so you give her a genuine smile when you think about it. “You know what? I bet it will be fun. Let’s do it!”

Lena has a much better grasp of what teens are wearing, Rao only knows why, and she helps you pick up cute clothes and when you look in the mirror you don’t look like a twelve years-old anymore. You look your age, and it feels good! And it’s fun! It’s so fun.

Until it isn’t anymore.

“Oh, wow, hey!” You look at Maya going inside of the same store you and Lena are getting out from. She looks at her mom, you, your mom, and everyone around. She doesn’t speak for a moment long enough to make it awkward.

“Do you know these people, Maya?” You hear her mother asking and the way she says ‘these’, makes your heart skip a tiny beat. You look at your mom, with her furrowed brows. Oh no, not the Luthor talk. Not in front of Lena.

“I think she goes to my school.” She shrugs her arms exaggerating, clearly overcompensating. “We’re not friends.”

Your heart drops in your chest, and you feel Lena’s hand tighten on your shoulder. You hold your breath for what feels like minutes.

“She’s kinda weird.” She adds. You look back at Lena who is looking daggers at her.

“Let’s go.” You hold Lena’s hand before she can open her mouth. “Come on, mom.”

Lena lets it slip away, but it looks like there’s a whole battle happening inside her. She keeps trying to talk to you about it, and you keep avoiding it and talking about anything else. Like your clothes, that look really stupid now.

You just can’t believe you were hanging in the mall, buying cool clothes, with your mom like a normal teen would do. You are not normal. You can’t believe you let yourself be carried away by the normality of the moment.

The experience is cut short when your mom gets an important call from work, and you’ve never felt so happy about Lena having to go back to work, like right now. She takes you back home, and goes to L Corp.

You wish you were mad at Maya, for calling you weird, but that was nothing. You are mad at yourself for thinking that for once in your life someone liked you for you, even though they’re well-aware of your last name. You feel silly and naïve. But not surprised.

“Baby, do you want to talk about what happened at the mall?” Lena walks in your bedroom already later that night, and you lower your book to look at her.

“Yeah!” You answer, and Lena’s face lights up when she thinks you want to talk to her about what’s troubling you. “What’s up with that jacket you picked up for momma? She’s going to look like a traffic light.”

“That’s not what I was talking about.” Lena sits in front of you, and you shrug like you don’t know what she means. “What that girl said to you was really bad. Just so-so mean.”

“Oh.” You think about all the things you’ve heard just this week and how that was probably one of the nicest things anyone from school has ever said to you. But Lena doesn’t know that. She doesn’t know the things you hear, and all the hate speech you endure almost every single day, so you agree with your head. “Yeah, that was bad, right?”

“Awful! I had to brace myself not to yell at her mom to raise a better child!” Lena says making you laugh. But she is not laughing, because she is not joking. You can see it on her face that she actually considered it.

“Oh, dear God, no!” You rush to reassure her. “It will only make it worse.”

“Did you just say dear God?” Lena furrows her brows and you bite your lower lip. Wrong place. Wrong crowd. Got it.

“Oh, just a slip up.” You shrug. “Anyways mom, it’s fine. I have thick skin. I mean, I’m a Luthor AND a Super. I know what we’re all about, and those people don’t. So, um, don’t worry, ok?”

“Baby, I’m sorry you have to hear those things.” Lena scootches over and kisses your temple. “But I’m glad I raised a kid who’s not mean to others and who knows her worth.”

“Yeah, totally.” You smile lightly. Knows her worth, haha, nice joke mom. “Thanks for the talk.”

“I’m always here, ok?” Lena strokes your cheek giving you a smile. “No more reading for you today.” She takes the book out of your hands. “Go to bed, it’s pretty late.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You joke, making her roll her eyes. “Goodnight, mom.”

“Goodnight, babygirl.” And so Lena leaves and you lay in your bed to sleep.

But you don’t. You can’t believe how mad you’re with yourself. Thinking Maya liked you and wanted to be your friend? You’re so dumb. Luthors don’t have friends. They have a horde of haters following them around and telling them to just kill themselves.

You thought you could have friends?

You’re dumb.

You thought she liked you?

You’re stupid.

You thought she didn’t care about your family name?

You’re a damn fool.

“Kid, time to get up!” Kara knocks on your door as a wakeup call, unaware you’ve been awake the entire night.

“Momma!” You yell, so she comes back to your bedroom. She opens the door a few seconds later. “I-um-can I-well-may I-?

“What?” Kara gets inside your bedroom and kisses your forehead. “Baby, get up so you can ride with Lena.”

“Yeah, mhm, ok.” She is almost leaving again, and you hold her hand. “But-but do you think that maybe I can stay home today?” You ask, giving a little smile and she furrows her brows.

“Why? Does your leg hurt?” You deny with your head. “Do you feel any pain or discomfort?” You deny again. “Well then, baby, you have to go to school. You already missed so many classes.”

“Mhm, yeah, I know.” You almost feel like arguing again, like begging and crying and making her feel guilty or whatever. But you know that if you keep trying to miss school, she’ll call Lena, and Lena will know why you don’t want to go and uh, fuck. You’re going to school. And you’re facing Maya sooner than you wanted.

You’re almost inside of the classroom when you feel a hand pulling you backwards. You look back to see that Maya is the one pulling you back. You don’t want to talk to her, but you’re letting yourself be pulled back, because you know that if you use half of your strength, you wouldn’t move and that would be weird.

“What?” You say when she finally stops pulling you and you both stop.

“I just want to talk to you about yesterday-”

“Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t told Jamie, and I won’t. You’re her only friend in years, and I’m not going to take that away from her just because you hate me.” You cut her off and she breathes heavily when you stop talking.

“God! Do you even know why I hate you?” She asks and you shrug, well aware of the answer.

“Because of my family.”

“No.” She looks up, then back at you very fondly. You wonder how she can hate you when she looks at you like that. “Because you make me question everything they’ve told me! How-how can a Luthor not be evil?”

You don’t answer. How can you answer that, anyway?

“How can a Luthor be this smart and not use her knowledge to try to take over the world?” Maya takes a step closer, and once again you have no idea what to answer. But that’s ok, because she doesn’t look like she needs an answer. “How can a Luthor be so-uh! So sweet, and kind, and pretty?”

“Oh.” It’s the only thing you can say. She takes a step forward again, and you can see she’s close. So, so close you can feel her breath on your face. “OH!”

“Yeah, oh.” She repeats and you follow her eyes to where she’s staring. You want to smile when you realize she’s looking at your lips, but you also don’t want to move in case she stops moving, and looking, and getting closer closer closer, so close-

She kisses you.

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