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Painted Smile

Painted Smile XXXIII

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Oh my dear readers. I truly hope you will enjoy this chapters because I did. I had to cut this chapters in half because it would have been too long. Next chapters are going to be really intense I think, please do tell me your thoughts.

“ Alice, leave your father’s shadow alone!”

It’s been a few years since you gave birth to your little girl and it had been.. Interesting so far.

After giving birth, you stayed inside the hospital for a week. It seemed like you had bleed too much so the doctors wanted to make sure you would be safe before going home. Your parents visited you as soon as you were stable.

“ Oh, my baby..!” your mother ran toward you and hugged you while your father shook Alastor’s hand with teary eyes.

You smiled at your mother as you showed her your baby. Your dad immediately coed at her, carrying her in his arms as your mother kissed her forehead. Alastor stayed by your side, caressing your hand, making sure you were feeling fine. You smiled sweetly at him, you were exhausted but you were also feeling full of energy!

Marie came the next day with flowers and sweets for you. She hugged her son with a soft expression before kissing you on both cheeks. She couldn’t hold her tears when you showed her Alice. She kissed Alice’s forehead before taking her in her arms after you had her permission.

“ She looks just like you, Alastor!” She beamed as Alice opened her eyes to look at her grandma.” Oh, but her gaze is just like your wife!” She giggled before Alice began to cry, surely wanting to go back into your arms.

You took Alice in your arms as Marie gave you advice which you listened to carefully. She seemed so happy to be a grandma, you knew Alastor was feeling satisfied to have given such a smile on his mother’s face.

The fourth day, Alyzée came to visit you. You were breastfeeding Alice while Alastor was packing your things. You were feeling fine now, so you knew the doctor would release you soon. You lifted your head up when you saw Alyzée entering the room.

“ Hello and congratulations.” She smiled softly with a huge bouquet of flowers. Alastor took it before going to place it toward your luggages, rolling his eyes as Alyzée congratulated you once more.

‘ Can they be original with their congratulations ?’

Alastor…

When you told the name you chose for your baby, Alyzée almost burst into tears but you could see she was trying to be strong. You took her hand in yours with a soft smile. You knew her pain, you wouldn’t judge her for crying.

“ I… I came with someone.” She said with a shy smile. She turned her head toward the door and you beamed as you saw the butler that used to serve Alice, the one who saw you growing up.

“ Hello, dear. I’m happy you are doing well.”

You all talk a little, even if at some point Alastor walked out with the butler. You gave Alice to Alyzée who held her carefully in her arms. You were still missing your best friend, how you wished she could be here with her own baby. You both would talk about your feelings and your fears about being a mother…

Once everyone left your room, you smiled when you saw Baron Samedi and Papa Legba sitting next to you. Of course, you almost panicked when a nurse came to check on you but you sigh in relief when you remembered she couldn’t see them. You looked at Alastor when the nurse left your room.

“ Kalfu doesn’t want to come?”

“He doesn't care.” He shrugged before sitting next to you. You stared at him. Since Alice was born he never held her. Why? Was he scared? Did he not care about her? “ Yes, dear?”

“ Don’t you want to hold our daughter?” You smiled at him as Alice was making adorable baby noises.

“ Why? You don’t want to hold her anymore? I can carry her if you want.” Alastor smiled as he approached his hand toward you but you shook your head.

“ Do you want to ?”

You scrutinized Alastor’s face as he looked at you with his usual smile. He didn't seem disgusted with your baby… so why?

You sighed, shaking your head with a soft smile. You knew Alastor wasn’t like normal people, that’s also why you loved him so much. You couldn’t force him to do things if he wasn’t uncomfortable. It was like you were younger, you had to tame him before being able to touch him. Maybe it was going to be the same with Alice?

“ She is such a cute baby, I’m happy you are alive and well, little warrior!” Said Baron Samedi watching Alice who was falling asleep.

You stroke your baby cheek with a soft smile. You felt so different since Alice was born, it’s only been a few days and yet you felt stronger in a way. It was like being a mother gave you another kind of power…Talking about powers..

You looked at Alastor who was talking with Baron Samedi about his new power. From what he told them, he could manipulate fire, which you witnessed the night Alice died. But Kalfu had given him a reddish cane that had the power to trap souls inside of it, but Alastor would lose one year of his lifespan for each soul trapped.

“ That bastard… He really gave you that, huh…” Said Baron Samedi, crossing his arms against his torso. He didn’t seem happy with the news but he wasn’t furious either. You asked him if this power was supposed to be his, which he answered with an amused expression. “ We can say that…”

“ Am I the only one whose lifespan will be shortened ?” Asked Alastor. You tilted your head at his words, you didn’t even think about it.

“ Logically, no. You are bound together forever, if your lifespan is being reduced because of your deal, our little lady will also shorten her lifespan.” Explained Papa Legba with his habitual warm expression.

Alastor’s gaze fell on you. You already knew what he was thinking, he didn’t want to use this power if you were affected but… Losing one year was nothing, and you wanted to use this power against one person only.

“If we trapped Trey’s soul inside the cane, we wouldn’t need it anymore.” You smiled at him, confident. “ Let’s cage his soul and then never use the cane ever again.”

Alastor studied you for a long minute before smiling as usual. He kissed your forehead with a fondness you always loved. You knew he was thinking about a way out of this rule Kalfu decided on the canne. You trusted him, you knew he would succeed.

“ Now, let’s talk about you, my dear. You also earned another power, flying was it?” He looked at Papa Legba with a smirk that the spirit didn’t return it.

“ Well, it is the power to understand the air, that is her new power. She can’t control the air, she is only human after all.”

“ But… you said it was a new skill of mine? Levitating…”

“ Well of course, your Telekinesis power got stronger enough for you to use it on yourself to be able to levitate. You aren’t really controlling the air…”

“ But, the air was like a storm around me at that time.” You said, looking at Alastor who nodded, confirming your sayings.

“ I know little lady, I was there. I summoned a spirit who controls the air, they are very empathic so your rage filled them enough to make a small storm inside the room. The spirit didn’t want to leave you, so you can work with them. You will now be able to ask the wind to do things for you, if the spirit wants to, of course.”

You looked at him confused. Why did this spirit want to work with you, you didn’t ask for them…

You nodded slowly looking around. Was the spirit here ?

“ No, no”, laughed Legba while Baron Samedi was chuckling next to you, “ they are having fun somewhere right now. As long as you don’t summon them, they won’t stay next to you. Wind is freedom after all.”

“ So, my dearest can ask this spirit to go somewhere and do things? Or is it a passive spirit?” Asked Alastor, he seemed very interested. “ Is it the same kind of spirit that I have for my fire? Or is it different ?”

“ Well, we can say that those powers you two have are from spirits. Your powers aren’t yours, remember that. They belong to the spirits Kalfu and I let into this realm. If we ever took them back, you would be powerless.” Legba stared at you with a sadness you couldn’t understand. Was it advice or a warning..?

“ But yes, to be clear, Alastor owns a Fire spirit while the little doll works with the air spirit.” Baron Samedi said as he smoked his cigar. You frowned at the spirit who seemed confused by your glare but when you showed your baby he laughed before stepping back, smoking away from you and Alice.

“ Why do I work with a spirit and Alastor owns it?” you asked.

“ Well… Alastor’s spirits are trapped with him until he dies or Kalfu decides he wants them back. You, little lady, work with them because they want to. They can go back to the spiritual realm if they deem you not worthy of their service.” Papa Legba explained.

“ But why?”

“ Haha ! Because you are working with Legba and your husband with Kalfu, it’s that simple.” Teased Baron Samedi.

You looked at Alastor who was smirking. You liked your conditions better, at least, you knew you still had your powers because the spirits liked you… Talking about spirits..

“ My shadow…!” You shouted, awaking Alice. She began to cry and you quickly tried to calm her down by kissing her cheeks, whispering apologies.

“ Oh yes, it went back to me.”

“Why..?” You whispered, feeling hurt, even more that now you knew for sure the spirit could decide if they wanted to stay by your side and share their powers with you. Your shadow left when you were in that special moment, but why..?

“ Oh, it asked me to make sure nothing would happen to you. I said I couldn’t do anything, so it stayed with me so it wouldn’t draw energy from you just by being by your side.”

You saw your husband's confused face, did he think the shadows did not feel anything? You were touched, your shadow tried to find help somewhere else… You missed it.

“ Can it come back..?”

“ Well, of course.” replied the old spirit.

You didn’t have the time to thank Papa Legba as you saw your shadow on the wall moving before dashing toward you. You laughed as it hugged you, covering your body with its black arms. You patted its head before it let you go and watched your baby in your arms. You smiled softly as it touched Alice’s cheeks which made her move a little before opening her eyes.

Your shadow was then tackled but Alastor’s which made your husband scoff at his shadow actions. You knew your lover hated being seen as uncomposed, so seeing his shadow being his opposite must frustrated him. Well, it made you laugh.

The two spirits vanished after another hour of talking. You observed your husband who was watching you and your daughter. You tilted your head, opening your mouth to ask him what he was thinking about but he cut you off.

“ She has your eyes…”

You beamed, looking at your baby who was holding a lock of your hair. You couldn’t deny it, Alice had her father’s color’ eyes but the way they seemed to shine was just like your eyes.

The day before you could leave the hospital, Victor came to congratulate you. He came with a lot of chocolate which made you beamed. You were dying to eat some since you’ve been captive here.

Alastor was mocking Victor, asking if he managed his emission at the radio. Victor seemed clearly embarrassed, saying he managed to do enough but he clearly didn’t have the same amount of audience since Alastor took some days off to stay with you.

Victor was really a sweetheart, he couldn’t help but smile at Alice when he saw her. After a small discussion, you discovered that Victor was dying to have a child too but he was still single so it was going to be difficult.

“ I’m sure you are going to find someone, Victor!”

“ Yes, and maybe they will listen to you on the radio.” Teased Alastor, making you shake your head with a small smile.

After Victor left, Mimzy came in. You were surprised she even came, you weren’t very close to her, but as she entered the room she immediately congratulated Alastor and began to speak with him.

You didn’t partake into their conversation, you mostly took care of Alice. Mimzy was the one who helped you with dancing but since Larry’s death, you didn't really interact with her, even at your wedding.

When you were discharged from the hospital, you were more than happy to go home. You could finally start this new life with Alastor.

Being a mother was challenging, you were always worried something would happen. But thankfully, your spirits were very helpful. Sometimes the wind would whisper in your ear that Alice needed to be changed, making you stop what you were doing to help your daughter.

Your shadow would also help you when you were taking care of the food, it would watch over Alice, making her laugh. You wondered if it was normal, your shadow could interact with people but you weren’t sure if they could see it… But Legba taught you that children were very sensible to the spiritual realm. If Alice was capable of seeing your shadow once she was older, then you would be sure that she has spiritual powers.

Alastor was so attentive to your needs too. Sometimes you would just fall on the bed because you were so exhausted that you couldn’t do anything more. Alastor would take care of the cooking, ordering you to take a bath and not do anything else.

Marie and your mother would come often, helping you when you felt like you were going to turn crazy because Alice couldn’t sleep and was crying since this morning.

One night, you woke up because you were sure you heard Alice crying. You didn’t notice Alastor wasn’t by your side on the bed. You saw the baby bed empty and almost fainted. Where was your baby?

You felt the wind pushing toward a direction and you followed it until you were in front of Alastor’s office. You peeked inside the room and almost melted at the sight.

Alastor was holding Alice in his arms while showing her his old radio that he had owned since his childhood. Alice was blablating like a baby, trying to reach for the radio.

“ Ha-ha. Young lady, this radio is older than you, you should be respectful.” Alastor tutted, taking Alice’s hands away from his precious items. “ Now, you need to be able to be quick minded, if not you would get bored… We don’t want that, right?”

You smiled when you saw Alice smiled and reached for her father’s face. Alastor tilted his face toward your baby, permitting Alice to touch his glasses, before looking at you with a fond smile.

“ Darling, you are awake…”

You walked toward him, caressing his cheek as he closed his eyes when he felt your touch. You looked at your baby and husband, was happiness this simple? You kissed Alastor with all the affections you could convey. How happy you felt…

Alastor would talk with Alice, never using a baby voice like Marie or your mother would do. He would talk like he was talking to an adult which made you laugh when he asked her if she wanted to try Jambalaya when she was older.

The first time Alice said mommy, you almost dropped her. You were teaching her how to talk, Alastor was sitting next to you with his coffee and then Alice just said it.

“ Mo..Mommy..”

You froze as Alastor coughed, almost choking on his drink. You stared at your baby who was giggling, her hand reaching for your face. You hugged her while semi-screaming to your husband.

“ Did you hear? Did you?”

“ I think I did. Well done Alice.”

When Alice finally said Dad, you smirked at Alastor who couldn’t help himself but smirked at his daughter, saying she better learn more words or they couldn’t have a discussion.

You took a lot of pictures with your camera. Pictures about Alastor and Alice, Alice alone, you and your daughter. Alastor would play the piano and you would sing, smiling when you saw your baby looking at the both of you with stars in her eyes.

When she took her first steps, you were sitting on the sofa, watching her as she was playing with toys that Victor had gifted her. Alastor was working and you knew he would come later tonight.

But then, 9 month old Alice just decided it was time for her to walk. She stood up, making you freeze, and then walked clumsily toward you with a big smile. You quickly opened your arms and took her against your chest, screaming in delight. You put her on the floor once more and then walked away a bit and stared at her.

“ Come to mommy, Alice!”

She tilted her head but then she did it again.

When Alastor came from work you told him not to move and put Alice on the floor. Alastor tilted his head before his eyes widened when he saw your daughter walking toward him. He crouched in front of her with a smirk, watching her as she clumsily fell in his arms.

“ Well, isn’t it early for you to already walk?”

The only answer he got was you, screaming in joy and Alice’s happy noises.

That night, Alice slept peacefully.You were watching over her with a fond expression. You felt your husband's arms wrapping themselves around your waist and his hot torso being against your back.

“ Still nothing?”

“ Nothing that could make him fall.”

You knew, while you were taking care of Alice, Alastor was trying to find clues about Trey. You really felt useless, letting Alastor take care of everything but he told you that you shouldn’t care about it. For now, your preoccupation was to take care of Alice and yourself.

His shadow was always with your daughter and you. After what Trey did, he didn't want to take any risks. Alastor thought Trey would try to hurt you, but you weren’t feeling it. And Alastor would always take your feeling seriously about a situation.

“ I think he doesn't want anything to do with us.”

“ Why is that, dear?”

“ Well, I had a feeling so.. I asked the wind which told me..” You grimaced when you saw Alastor’ eyes changing. He was staring at you, without moving, his nails digging into your wais. You knew he was angry because you used a spirit to keep track of Trey. “ Listen.. I don’t.. I can’t let you do all the work.”

“ What if he saw the spirit? What if he felt it?” Alastor asked, his voice dangerously low.

“ He didn’t, the spirit would have told me… But, now that he is without a wife, he cares about the testament from his father in law.. He wants the Richemonts’s wealth.”

“ Well, he is going to own it. He is the rightful heir to all of Richemont's wealth…”

You sighed, shaking your head, your fist clenching so hard you felt your nails digging into the palms of your hands.

“ He doesn’t own it. Richemont's name doesn’t belong to him.” You spat, feeling anger taking place inside you making the wind around you move your and Alastor’s hair.

“ Don’t worry, we will kill him before he manages that.” Alastor said, kissing your cheek, while his hands were moving toward your neck. You sighed as he squeezed it a little, just like your husband told you, everything was going to turn alright.

Years passed by and this is where you were right now: June 1932.

Alice was now five and she was the most beautiful little girl you ever met! She had lighter skin tan than her father but she had his brown-honey like eyes, her hair was lighter than yours, but she had long wavy locks. She had a cute red dress with a pink ribbon. She had quite a mouth, just like her father.

She was playful, clever, expressive, witty, entertaining and joyful. Marie said she was the perfect mixt of you and Alastor which you agreed. Alice could be very polite with adults, but a brat with her classmates. She was overconfident in herself, thinking she had all the answers. Of course, Alastor would laugh, testing her every time.

And of course, Alastor wasn’t taking gloves, even with Alice, so their banter would last thirty minutes before Alice ran into your arms, saying that her dad was being mean. Alastor would just say he was not mean, just better than her and another banter would start.

You were so scared that Alastor wouldn’t like his daughter but thank Gods, they had their moment of complicity. Alice always loved going into her father’s workplace, a passion she had since Alastor showed her everything about radio. She would sit on his laps while he was doing his emission, being a good girl, never bothering her father.

You also would , as a family, dance together. Most of the time Alastor would be on the piano while you and Alice would dance. She wanted to learn to dance like you so you taught her some moves. She loved blues and jazz, making Alastor proud.

She would love gossiping, when her father would come back, you would bake something and then, Alastor would sit on the sofa while you sat on his laps and Alice would sit between the two of you, listening to what Alastor had to say. You knew she didn’t understand everything but she would listen either way, even falling asleep to both your voices.

But right now, you had another problem.

You ran after Alice who laughed, trying to catch Alastor’s shadow, which seemed to have the time of this life. You caught her in your arms, pecking her on her cheeks.

“ You are going to have trouble, young lady!” You laughed, as she was trying to be free from your arms.

“ Mommy, can we go see Dad?”

You looked at Marie who was laughing behind her hand. She was getting older but she still looked good. You decided to visit her after seeing your mother and father. You always wondered if she felt lonely but she always told you that Alastor often came to see her, and she liked being alone.

“ Say goodbye to grandma, then.”

Alice ran toward Marie and hugged her tightly before taking Eamon in her arms. You never thought Alice would choose Eamon as her plushie but she always took him with her when she had to go outside. When you first noticed it, you asked Alastor if it wasn’t dangerous for the bound that you shared.

Alastor thought for a moment before saying that his shadow would be with you, so nothing would happen to your deer plushie. And Alice was already loving the plushie, so taking it away from her would result in a tantrum.

“ See you later, Marie.” You kissed her on both cheeks before taking Alice’s hand in yours and walking toward Alastor’s workplace.

“ Are we going to see auntie later?”

You smiled at her, since she was born Alice was calling your deceased best friend, auntie. You would take her to the cemetery and talk about her, your daughter listening to your adventures with sparkles in her eyes.

“ Not today, my baby, maybe tomorrow?”

Alice nodded before walking with you, sometimes stopping to watch inside a shop. You smiled as she stopped in front of a candy shop, she had a sweet tooth just like you. You let go of her hands as she pressed her face against the glass.

“ Mrs. Sanglar…”

You turned your head toward the policeman you knew too well. You felt a breeze of wind moving your hair before everything turned silent.

“ Mr. Felleur.”

“ Oh.. You don’t have to call me that. I’m still John for you–”

“ What can I do for you, sir.”

You saw John's face fall. It was taking every once of your energy not to kill him right now. Since Alice’s birth, Alastor and you haven't killed anyone. Alastor was too busy with work and finding clues about Trey and you were busy taking care of Alice, the house and sometimes asking spirits about Trey.

You knew Alastor had pulsions, and during those times, when he couldn’t kill, you would play in the forest. Alastor had a gun and you had a knife, the first who touched the other won. You lost most of the time, but when Alastor was taking his reward, you didn’t mind losing.

But you knew it wasn’t enough, even for you. You craved tearing an eye off from someone's face, preferably Trey’s face but well…

Because of that, the serial killer that all of New Orelans’s police were looking after, thought that the serial killer had died or managed to run away in another country. Some journalists were making stories, saying that the last victim of the serial killer had been Alice Richemont. Some were thinking Alice was the serial killer because after her death, no kills were reported.

How stupid.

You felt Alice taking your hand, making you look down. She was like you, an empath, she often could feel what others couldn’t. Now, was this just because she was very empathic or was there something else..

“ Oh… Is she your daughter..?” He asked with a small smile.

You rolled your eyes, what a stupid man.

“ What do you want from me, officer?”

You stared as John began to speak. After 5 years, John looked the same. He still had these piercing green eyes, his build was more muscular but he was still incapable of looking at you in the eyes without blushing.

“ — So , what are your thoughts?”

Ah, you didn’t listen..

“ Mommy and I are going to see Dad! We won’t go with you!” You looked at your daughter who stomped her foot on the ground, squeezing Eamon against her. You smiled sweetly, she was so cute, pouting like this. You looked at John and freezed when you saw his eyes fixated on Alice. Why was he looking at her like this?

Alice must have felt it because she tugged your arms so you could carry her. You did it immediately, staring at John.

“ Officer.”

“ So, you still have this deer plushie..”

“ Yes.”

John looked away from Eamon and looked at you but before he could open his cursed mouth, you walked past him, keeping Alice head against your chest. You didn't want to deal with Felleur right now, you haven’t seen John since your friend’s death…

You felt your shadow touch your ankle, making sure you were okay. You only smiled at it, you were stronger now, this conversation wasn’t going to make you feel bad.

You finally entered your husband ‘s workplace and smiled at Victor. He aged just like fine wine, you wondered how he could still be single!

“ Victor!” Alice ran from your arms to jump into Victor’s who spun her in his arms.

“ Isn’t the princess of New Orleans ?” Cheered Victor. He looked at you and smiled before you hugged him to say hello. “ Alastor is in his office, he finished working so you can go.”

“ Do you want to see Dad, Alice?”

“ Not yet! I’m staying with Victor!”

You laughed, before going toward your husband’s office. You knocked before entering without waiting for Alastor to open the door. You looked as your husband lifted his head up, his smile way wider than usual.. It was the smile he had when…

He knew he was going to kill.

He dashed toward you, took your face between his hands and kissed you until you felt like you were going to die from the lack of air. He let you go, making you gasp for air, and then dive into your neck, kissing it, biting it…

“ Al-Alastor.. what–”

“ I know. I found it.”

“ What?”

“ Trey Felleur, I know how to make him fall.”

You felt your heart beat faster, you felt like you had a punch in the gut. You weren’t even sure if you heard him correctly. It’s been five years. Five years and you both never discovered anything about Trey that could put him behind the bar… or six feet underground.

“ How..?”

“ We are going to use our dear John. I know from a very trustful source that Trey wants Richemont’s wealth, he needs it, it’s very important.” He said with his maniac smile you missed so much. “ But guess who will earn all of it after Alice’s father dies?”

“ … his wife..?”

“ No, no darling. Us.”

“ … You aren’t making any sense, Alastor–”

“ My Love, curse of my sanity, listen to me. Alice’s father, Maurice, changed his will, he thinks Trey is the one who killed his daughter. He came to me and I confirmed his suspicion. He then decided to give to Alyzée and us, all of the Richemont’s wealth.”

“ … But why?”

“ Well, our daughter was the key. I told him we named our daughter, Alice. I think he got emotional, I don’t understand it but he asked us to make Trey fall.” He smirked cunningly.

“ Okay… but how do we make him fall?”

“ Don’t you think he is going to try to make Maurice change his will, trying to make it seem like he didn't do it?” you nodded. “ Then, we will attack John. I will tell all of New Orleans on the radio that John killed my father because he owed him money, that is why he came so many times on my mother’s property: to hide the corpse.”

“ But why would John try–”

“ The Felleur are in need of money, dear.” He laughed, leaning back before pushing you against the wall, caging you between his hands. “ The stock market crash in 1929 destroyed them.”

You could feel yourself smiling, feeling excited in your belly. You bit your lips,breathing heavily, staring at your husband who watched you with pure madness.

“ Trey can not lose the Richemont’s wealth, so he will do anything to keep it under his control. But if we frame John as a killer, don’t you think people would look at Trey suspiciously. Alice’s killer wasn’t found, but it was John who was taking care of the case. Trey could have killed Alice for her wealth and then used John to make him innocent…”

You looked at Alastor like you could bite him so hard he would bleed so much. He was amazing.. You were shaking with excitement. You brought your hand toward his face with a big smile.

“ If we frame John for my father’s death, Trey would have to act, making him more capable of making a mistake. We could kill him and then mask it as a suicide.”

You kissed your husband so fiercely he groaned against your lips. You spined him around before pushing his back against the wall. You bit his lips then kissed them again while Alastor’s hands were already moving on your body.

You loved him, you loved him, you loved him, he was… he was!

“ Dad, Mommy, open !”

You heard Alastor swear under his breath which made you laugh. You stepped back, making sure your dress was perfect before opening for your little girl. She ran inside your husband's office and sat on Alastor’s chair with a big smile.

“ Dad, you look bad!”

“ Look at yourself first, my dear daughter.”

You smiled, leaning your head against the wall, watching as Alastor taught Alice about every button he used for his broadcast. Alastor was now 32 and you were 30. But your husband was still as breathtaking as when he was younger. It’s been five years since you didn’t see his blood lust expression, you really missed… but…

After five years, revenge was on its way.

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'Complicated' (part 10) - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Idea - Kaz Brekker hires a prostitute to overcome his touch aversion, and be a better man for Inej, but things take an unxepected turn.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Prostitute!Reader, (had to use y/n because I'm bad at names)

Genre: modern AU, slow burn

word count: 9k

notes: soo super long part because I wasn't sure of where to cut

@millercontracting @coldmermaidhologram @syd649 @cryptidghostgirl @luffysprincess

Kaz moved through the next few days mechanically, his mind miles away. He avoided everyone and everything, lost in a haze of thoughts and emotions he couldn't fully process. When Inej asked for some time to think, he agreed without hesitation. He wasn’t ready for those difficult conversations, not when his mind was consumed by someone else entirely.

He obsessed over Y/N’s Instagram, watching her have fun on her cruise while he replayed their last conversation over and over in his mind. Glimpses of the night they shared haunted him, moments of intimacy and connection that only made the present more unbearable. He counted the days until her return, but every time, he stopped, he asked himself: then what? She had made it clear that things wouldn’t work and that she didn’t want to try.

For two days, she didn’t post anything, and Kaz was losing his mind. At first, he thought she had blocked him. Then, his thoughts spiraled further, leading him to check if the cruise had sunk, his anxiety manifesting in irrational fears.

He was on his couch, watching replays of MasterChef, when his phone buzzed. Frowning, Kaz saw DMs from one of Y/N’s roommates.

‘Hi, I know you and Y/N are not on speaking terms, and I know she’s going to kill me for this, but I have to tell you. Her grandma had a heart attack two days ago and she still hasn’t woken up. Y/N had to come back and she’s been at the hospital since then. She told us she doesn’t want anyone, but we thought maybe you could make her reason better than us.’

He was already on his feet, reaching for his car keys. ‘I’m on my way’ he replied quickly.

‘Can you stop here? We have a bag of her things ready’

Kaz reached Y/N’s house, where her roommates were already outside, waiting for him. One of them handed him a bag.

“There are some clothes, a book she had on her nightstand, and a few other things. Oh, and her glasses,” she explained.

Kaz nodded, taking the bag from her hand.

“She probably hasn’t eaten in days. Can you get her—”

“McDonald’s, yes,” he said confidently, already planning the next steps.

The girl’s face was filled with worry. “Kaz, she has no one else. If anything happens to her grandma, she’s going to lose it badly.”

He nodded again, feeling his heart race.

Outside the hospital, Kaz sent a text to his boss, saying he was taking the week off, and then turned off his phone. He found Y/N sitting on the floor outside her grandma’s room, staring blankly at the wall. Her eyes widened when she saw him, red and puffy from crying.

Without a word, Kaz slid down onto the floor next to her, ignoring the protest from his leg. He circled her shoulders with his arm, and she immediately threw herself onto his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. He held her tightly, his own emotions threatening to spill over as he tried to be the support she desperately needed.

As she cried, Kaz rested his chin on the top of her head, stroking her hair gently. He wanted to say something comforting, but no words seemed adequate. Instead, he held her, letting his presence speak for him. In that moment, nothing else mattered but being there for her, giving her a shoulder to lean on in her darkest hour.

As she cried softly against his chest, Kaz's heart ached with the weight of her sorrow. He held her close, feeling her tremble with each sob, his own emotions tumultuous yet contained. His fingers traced comforting circles on her back, a silent gesture of solace amidst the sterile hospital environment.

Hours passed in their embrace, time marked only by the occasional shuffle of nurses outside and the rhythmic beeping of machines in the room. Eventually, y/n's voice broke the silence, a hesitant question cutting through the heaviness of the moment. "Do you want to go in?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

Kaz nodded gently, helping her up from their uncomfortable position on the floor. They moved to the bedside where y/n's grandmother lay, connected to various monitors and tubes. Without hesitation, y/n settled onto the edge of the bed, taking her grandmother's frail hand in hers. Kaz found a seat nearby, uncertain of his role in this deeply personal moment.

"Oh, um, they gave me your glasses," Kaz spoke up awkwardly, breaking the silence. "Didn't know you needed them."

Y/n accepted the glasses with a small smile, sliding them on with a playful comment that briefly lifted the weight in the room. "You look cuter when I can't see," she teased softly, her attempt at levity amid the somber atmosphere.

He chuckled softly, appreciating her effort to lighten the mood even in such circumstances. The afternoon faded into evening, and then night descended, their vigil by her grandmother's side continuing steadfastly. Kaz had no inclination to leave; his presence here, he hoped, offered some measure of comfort to y/n in her time of need.

"Kaz, if you want to go—" y/n began, her voice hesitant.

"I'm staying," he interrupted softly but firmly, meeting her eyes with unwavering determination.

"Thank you," she whispered gratefully, her words carrying a depth of emotion that words alone couldn't convey.

After the most uncomfortable sleep of their lives, a doctor awakened them, informing y/n that they were ready to try and wake up her grandmother by disconnecting some of the machines. Slowly, the elderly woman regained consciousness, and both y/n and Kaz released a collective breath of relief.

"Kitty?" Alice's voice was weak yet filled with recognition as she scanned the room for her niece.

"Hi, Grandma. How are you feeling?" y/n gently disentangled herself from Kaz's embrace and moved closer to the bed.

"Light," Alice replied softly, her eyes stopping on Kaz, curiosity evident in her gaze.

“I told you a thousand times not to play poker anymore,” y/n scolded Alice, a mix of exasperation and affection in her tone.

“Oh, Kitty, I was winning. I couldn't back out,” Alice chuckled weakly, attempting to lighten the mood. “You're unbelievable,” y/n shook her head fondly.

“Can we go now? I'm feeling pretty good,” Alice asked hopefully.

Kaz couldn't help but snort at y/n's reaction. “No, we can't. You had a heart attack! You have to stay here.”

“When was the last time you showered?” Alice teased gently.

“That's not relevant,” y/n retorted playfully.

“Who's watering my plants?” Alice asked, genuine concern in her voice.

“Your plants? You almost died!”

“My plants are going to die!” Alice insisted stubbornly.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I can't believe you.”

The conversation between Alice and y/n continued, filled with lighthearted banter and genuine concern, leaving Kaz feeling like a spectator in their intimate family dynamic. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, unsure of how to contribute to their exchange.

“How much Botox did you get? Your forehead is frozen!” Alice suddenly remarked, shifting her attention to y/n with a teasing tone.

“Sick, right?” y/n tried to furrow her brow to demonstrate, but it remained stubbornly smooth. “It's weird, Kitty,” she scoffed.

Alice turned to Kaz with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Do you like this look?”

Kaz hesitated, feeling slightly put on the spot. “It's, uh, a bit unsettling.”

"See, Kitty? Even this boy you still haven't introduced thinks it's weird. You just turned 18 for Ghazen's sake,” Alice teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Kaz, caught off guard, took a sip of y/n's vape and nearly choked at the unexpected revelation. “You just what?”

“It was her birthday last month,” Alice explained casually, her tone implying this was no big deal, but her raised eyebrow at Kaz's surprise said otherwise.

“You're a minor?” Kaz turned to y/n, his disbelief palpable.

“Well, not anymore,” y/n shrugged nonchalantly, as if revealing the weather forecast. “Did I forget to tell you?”

Kaz was certain his face mirrored the shock he felt. His mind raced, trying to grasp the implications. He glanced at Alice, then back at y/n, feeling like he was missing something crucial.

"A minor?" Kaz repeated dumbfoundedly, trying to process the information. "And you didn't think this was worth mentioning?"

Y/n let out a laugh, seeing Kaz's stunned reaction. "Relax, Kaz. I've been legal for a whole month now."

Kaz rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Alice, enjoying the banter, chimed in again. "You look a bit pale, dear."

"Yeah?" Kaz replied in a weirdly high voice, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he had been unknowingly involved with someone who had just barely reached adulthood. "I thought... I thought you were older."

Y/n couldn't resist teasing Kaz a little more. With a mischievous smirk, she leaned closer. "Age is just a number, Kaz."

Kaz shook his head, feeling like he had just stepped into a comedy of errors. "I need a moment," he muttered, mostly to himself, as he rubbed his temples.

Alice, ever the comforting presence, patted his arm sympathetically. "Take your time, boy. You're handling it well," she said with a twinkle in her eye, clearly amused by the situation.

Kaz let out a nervous laugh, his tension palpable. "Age is not just a number if you’re a minor, y/n," he retorted, his voice betraying a mix of disbelief and mild panic. "This is serious."

Y/n shrugged casually, her playful smile widening. "Why? What's the big deal?"

Kaz stared at her incredulously, feeling like he had just stumbled into a bizarre alternate reality. "You're asking why?" He shook his head, unable to contain a nervous chuckle.

Kaz was sure that he was the one about having an heart attack and would need Alice to leave some machines even for him.

The woman exchanged a bewildered glance with y/n, both of them bursting into laughter at the absurdity of the situation.

“I wish I had a picture of the face you made, love. I didn't just turn 18. Relax,” y/n teased affectionately.

“You're going to be the death of me,” Kaz sighed dramatically, leaning back in his chair with a mixture of amusement and relief.

“Who are you, boy?” Alice redirected her attention to Kaz, extending her hand in greeting.

“He's a friend, Grandma,” y/n answered warmly.

“Kaz Brekker, my pleasure, Miss or, well, Mrs?” Kaz replied politely, shaking Alice's hand in his gloved one.

“Alice is fine,” the woman replied with a gentle smile, studying Kaz's gloves intently.

“Are you cold?” Alice inquired, her concern evident.

“Kind of,” Kaz said, unsure of how to explain the presence of his gloves.

Alice hummed thoughtfully, her eyes lingering on Kaz for a moment longer. “Are you eating, kitty?”

“Are you?” y/n interjected playfully, teasing Alice back.

“Come on, Kitty, go to my house, check on the plants, and get a shower. You,” Alice turned towards Kaz, her expression serious yet caring, “convince her.”

Kaz's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by Alice's directness. He quickly composed himself. “Yeah, we can go and be back in no time. I'm sure they have to run a few more exams anyway.”

“Fine,” y/n acquiesced reluctantly, glancing at Kaz for reassurance.

Kaz nodded reassuringly, offering her a small smile.

Reluctantly, they left the hospital, making their way to Alice’s house. The cozy home was exactly as someone would imagine a grandma’s house: a haven of warmth and comfort, filled with knick-knacks, and the faint scent of lavender.

"Do you want to see her plants?" Y/n asked with a smirk, leading Kaz to a door at the back of the house.

Kaz followed, curious. When Y/n opened the door, he was greeted by rows of lush, green plants. "That's—"

"Marijuana, yes," Y/n finished for him, her smirk widening.

Kaz's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's arrest-level marijuana."

Y/n shrugged, laughter bubbling up. "She says she's too old to be put in jail."

They both burst out laughing, the heaviness of the previous days dissolving in their shared amusement. For a moment, it was just the two of them, wrapped in the absurdity of the situation and the warmth of Alice's eccentricity.

After their laughter subsided, Y/n led Kaz back to the living room. The cozy space invited them to stay a while, and they settled onto the couch. Kaz sank into the soft cushions, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Y/n curled up beside him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“This place is really something,” Kaz said, looking around at the shelves lined with porcelain figurines and the walls adorned with y/n photos as a child.

Y/n nodded, her eyes following his gaze.

Kaz glanced down at her, seeing a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer.

They sat in silence for a while, the only sounds coming from the ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner and the noise from the street. Kaz felt his eyes grow heavy, the emotional toll of the past days catching up with him.

Y/n seemed to sense his weariness. “You should rest a bit before we head back to the hospital,” she suggested, her voice gentle.

Kaz nodded, too tired to argue. He leaned back against the cushions, closing his eyes. Y/n shifted, lying down so her head was in his lap. He stroked her hair absentmindedly, feeling a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time. Their fight seemed so far away he could even forget it happened.

They stayed like that for a while, dozing off in the quiet comfort of the living room. When Kaz awoke, the sun had shifted, casting a warm glow through the lace curtains. He glanced down at Y/n, who was still asleep, her breathing soft and even.

Yet, as he watched her, a familiar pang of uncertainty crept in. They were doing it again—blurring lines, complicating their emotions, and confusing themselves more and more. Despite the peace of the moment, he couldn't shake the realization that their relationship was a delicate dance of affection and conflict. The boundaries they tried to establish always seemed to blur, leaving them in a perpetual state of ambiguity.

He didn’t want to disturb her, but they needed to get back to the hospital.

“Y/n,” he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. “We should get going.”

She stirred, blinking up at him sleepily. “Mh?”

He smiled down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Time to wake up, love.”

Y/n stretched, yawning. “Okay, let’s go.”

They both freshened up quickly, the refreshing showers revitalizing them. Kaz found himself feeling more human, more present. They changed into fresh clothes and made their way back to the hospital.

The drive back was quieter, but the atmosphere between them had lightened considerably. Kaz reached out and took Y/n’s hand, squeezing it gently. The simple touch was reassuring, a silent promise that he wouldn't leave her side.

“How have you been while I was away?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Kaz snorted, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. “Not good. I’m still a bit embarrassed by the things I told you while we were, you know.”

“Having sex, Kaz, you can say it,” Y/n replied, rolling her eyes. “And don’t worry, it was just the moment. I know you don’t mean any of it.”

“Well, not all of it,” he confessed, his voice softer.

Y/n turned to look at him with a small smile while he kept his eyes on the road, one hand caressing her thigh. The comfort and normalcy they felt were unsettling, a painful reminder of what they could have if circumstances were different.

“I like having you around, Y/n,” he added after a while. “I don’t care if you think that we’re going to mess this up. I mean, how could we mess it up more than it already is?”

“You have a girlfriend, Kaz,” she reminded him gently.

“Tell me to break up with her and I will,” he said, surprising even himself with the bold statement.

“It’s not my choice to make, and I still don’t want a relationship,” she said firmly.

He parked the car and sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Can we forget this for a while? At least until we’re here,” Kaz said, cupping one of her cheeks and pulling her towards him gently, giving her the space to back away if she wanted. Y/n let him guide her, their lips finally meeting in a tender kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and he hummed, satisfied.

“How did you—?” he began to ask when she suddenly straddled him, her laughter filling the car as she pressed her body against his, deepening the kiss. His hands found their way under her shirt, tracing the smooth contours of her back.

“Do you want to do it?” she whispered in his ear, moving her hips slowly against him.

“Here?” he asked, not entirely opposed to the idea, though he was taken aback by the bold suggestion.

Before she could answer, a sharp knock on the car window startled them both. “Come on, lovebirds, knock it off,” a security guard said, his tone half-amused, half-exasperated.

Kaz turned an interesting shade of red, while Y/n laughed and opened the door, stepping out. “Sorry, got carried away a bit,” she said, batting her eyes at the guard.

“You’d be surprised how many people I have to interrupt. What is this thing with hospitals?” the man muttered to himself, shaking his head.

“Are you staying there?” he asked Kaz, who was still in the car, trying to gather his composure.

“Yeah, uh, I need—”

“Oh, for Ghezen’s sake, just don’t make me catch you again,” the guard said, walking away while shaking his head.

Kaz got out of the car, joining Y/n. They stood there for a moment, both a little flustered but also amused by the situation. “How can you never get embarrassed?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/n chuckled, linking her arm with his. “I get embarrassed, just not for wanting to have sex. There’s nothing wrong about it.”

“If you say so,” he replied, shaking his head slightly but smiling.

They settled into Alice’s room, where she immediately put them to work on her crossword puzzles. “Kitty, get down from that poor guy. He’s not going to be able to feel his legs anymore,” Alice commented, noticing Y/n had made herself comfortable on Kaz’s lap.

“It’s fine,” Kaz said, peering over her shoulder at the puzzle.

“So, what’s the deal between you two?” Alice inquired, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“We’re friends, I told you,” Y/n shrugged, her attention shifting to her phone where she was watching TikToks. “Oh, look at how cute this baby is,” she cooed, showing Kaz a video of a giggling infant.

Kaz made a face. “Babies are gross,” he muttered, eliciting a laugh from Y/n.

“Friends, huh?” Alice remarked slyly. “And did someone tell you that you’re only friends?”

“Grandma!” Y/n exclaimed.

“I’ll mind my own business,” Alice said, laughing to herself.

“See? Even she thinks we should try it,” Kaz whispered in Y/n’s ear, leaning back and making her lay more comfortably against his chest.

“Shut up and look at this cat,” Y/n retorted, showing him another TikTok.

Kaz chuckled, the warmth of their playful banter wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Despite the complexities of their relationship, moments like these made everything else fade into the background.

Every now and then, Y/n would shift, adjusting her position on Kaz's lap, and he would wrap his arms around her more securely. They fell into a comfortable rhythm, their interactions natural and effortless.

That night, Y/n fell asleep in one of the chairs outside Alice’s room, her head resting uncomfortably against the wall. Kaz, however, was too restless to sleep. The hospital chair dug into his back, and the sterile lights made it impossible to find any real comfort. Around 3 a.m., he noticed movement from Alice’s room and saw her trying to sneak out. He raised a brow, his curiosity piqued.

Alice caught his eye and then glanced at her sleeping niece. “Come on, let’s go take some fresh air,” she whispered.

“Alice, I don’t think you should—”

“I’m going. Will you explain to her why you left me alone, or should I?” Alice shot back, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Kaz sighed. Was being annoyingly stubborn a genetic trait? He stood up and followed her as they made their way to a door that led to a balcony. “It’s locked,” Kaz commented, testing the handle.

“Then open it, boy,” Alice sighed, clearly unimpressed.

Kaz debated whether to comply, but he realized she’d probably find another way to escape. Better to accompany her than let her wander off alone. He quickly picked the lock, and they stepped outside into the cool night air.

“I saw you kissing earlier,” Alice said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, um,” Kaz stammered, caught off guard.

“You know, Kitty is really good at telling lies—especially to herself,” Alice remarked, her voice softening. “It’s complicated,” he whispered, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.

“Where’s the fun if it’s not?” she replied, studying him intently. “Are you in love with her?”

Kaz hesitated, the unexpected question throwing him off balance. He struggled to find the right words.

“She’s going to get scared and push you away,” Alice continued, sensing his turmoil.

“She already did,” he admitted. “We weren’t talking to each other before I got here.”

Kaz thought about the past few days, his phone having been off since he arrived. Inej and Jesper were probably worried sick. For a moment, he was tempted to turn it on, but he knew that doing so would mean facing a barrage of messages and difficult conversations. What was one more day?

Alice sighed, leaning against the balcony railing. “You know, life is too short to waste on complications. Sometimes you just have to take the leap, no matter how scary it is.”

Kaz nodded, her words resonating deeply within him. He looked out at the city lights, the quiet hum of the hospital a soothing backdrop to his chaotic thoughts. “You should say that to her too.”

Alice smiled gently. “You have to be honest with yourself first. Can you accept her job?”

The million-kruge-question. Kaz felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He hesitated, then decided to ask, “How did you accept it?”

Alice chuckled softly, reminiscing. “Oh, it wasn’t easy. Nearly gave me a heart attack when she told me about her decision. But she’s comfortable with it, assures me that she’s safe, and she sends me her check-ups every month.”

Kaz nodded, appreciating Alice’s candidness. Trying to lighten the mood, he added, “Oh yeah, she always uses protection.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he cursed himself internally. Why would he say something like that to her grandma?

Alice raised a brow, her amusement evident. “And how do you know that, boy?”

Kaz cleared his throat, attempting to sound convincing. “She… told me.”

The woman chuckled, clearly not believing him. “If you want her, don’t let her take control. Steer her your way, guide her to you, small steps. Don’t ask her to make a decision suddenly, she’s going to run away.”

Kaz nodded, absorbing her advice. He stared at the view, the city lights blurring as his mind raced. Alice's words swirled in his head, mingling with his fears and hopes. Here he was, taking relationship advice from Y/n’s grandmother, while still technically in a relationship himself.

They stood in silence for a while, the cool night air wrapping around them. Alice patted his arm. “Remember, Kaz. Patience and persistence. If you truly care for her, show her that you’re willing to be there, no matter how complicated things get.”

Kaz took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of determination and anxiety swirling within him. “I have a girlfriend,” he blurted out suddenly, the words escaping before he could stop them.

Alice didn’t seem perturbed by his confession. She regarded him calmly, her eyes soft with understanding. “And Y/n doesn’t want a serious relationship,” he added hastily, his mouth seemingly disconnected from his brain, which was screaming at him to shut up.

Alice remained composed, her expression unchanged. She took a moment before responding, her voice gentle yet firm. “Feelings evolve, circumstances change,” she said, her words carrying the weight of experience. “If it’s meant to be, then it will be. If it’s not, then it won’t. Don’t force things, with neither of them.”

Kaz nodded slowly, grateful for Alice’s wisdom even as he struggled to reconcile his emotions. Her words echoed the doubts and fears he had been grappling with—about relationships, about his own desires, about the uncertainties of the future.

“Trust in the journey, Kaz,” Alice continued, her tone reassuring. “Sometimes, the best thing we can do is allow things to unfold naturally, without trying to control the outcome.”

Kaz took a deep breath, absorbing her advice. It was both comforting and challenging—to relinquish control, to trust in the unknown. But he knew deep down that Alice was right. He couldn’t force Y/n into something she wasn’t ready for, and he couldn’t ignore the truth of his own heart.

“Let’s get back inside before they send a search party.”

Back in the waiting room, Y/n was still asleep, curled up in the chair. Kaz carefully adjusted her position, ensuring she was comfortable. Alice gave him a knowing look before settling back into her bed.

Days went by, and they spent them in a routine that became surprisingly comforting. They moved between Alice’s room, her house, and the hospital cafeteria, finding solace in each other’s company amidst the uncertainty. Alice underwent various exams, and while they waited, Kaz and Y/n often found themselves outside in the uncomfortable chairs, trying to pass the time.

One afternoon, Y/n was engrossed in one of her fairy porn books, the kind that always made Kaz raise an eyebrow. After a while, he couldn’t help but ask, “How can you read these things?”

Y/n glanced up, a mischievous glint in her eye. “It’s fun.”

Kaz shook his head, feigning disbelief. “It’s weird.”

“Then don’t read them,” she retorted, turning a page.

“I want to know how it ends,” he admitted, a small smile tugging at his lips.

She turned to him with a smile, the playful banter lightening the heavy atmosphere. He felt a sudden urge to kiss her, to bridge the small gap between them, but he hesitated, the complexities of their situation weighing on him. Before he could second-guess himself further, Y/n leaned in and left a small, soft kiss on his lips, then casually went back to her book as if nothing had happened.

Kaz’s heart raced, the simple gesture leaving him both elated and confused. The kiss was brief but charged with unspoken emotion, a silent acknowledgment of their growing bond. He watched her for a moment, her focus seemingly back on her book, but he knew she felt it too—the undeniable connection between them.

They continued to spend their days like this, finding comfort in their shared moments despite the complications looming over them. Kaz couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt to be with Y/n, how her presence made the hospital’s sterile environment feel almost homely. They laughed together, shared meals, and sometimes just sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts yet deeply aware of the other’s presence.

***

Finally, Alice was cleared to go home. Despite their protests, she insisted on calling a friend to take her, wanting to give Kaz and Y/n some space. As she left, she gave them a knowing smile and a gentle reminder to cherish their time together.

Kaz and Y/n were sitting in his car, the engine idling softly. Kaz had only one thing on his mind, the thought he had been forcing himself to ignore for days: Now what?

“I still have a few days off work,” he said, glancing at her and waiting for her reaction.

“So?” she replied, looking at him with a raised eyebrow, a playful challenge in her eyes.

Yeah, he thought, so?

He started driving, letting her put on some music. The familiar tunes filled the car, creating a comfortable backdrop to their thoughts. Every now and then, Y/n would lean towards him to let him take a drag from her vape, the small, intimate gesture deepening their silent connection.

“Where are we going?” she asked after a while, looking around curiously as the scenery shifted from urban to suburban.

“Supermarket,” he replied nonchalantly.

“Why?” she laughed, surprised by the sudden change in plans.

“You’re making dinner,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Am I now?” she teased, her laughter infectious.

“Yep,” he affirmed, his tone light but his eyes serious.

They arrived at the supermarket, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow over the parking lot. Inside, they wandered through the aisles, the mundane task of grocery shopping feeling strangely intimate. Kaz watched as Y/n picked out ingredients, her movements confident and assured. He found himself drawn to her even more, captivated by the ease with which she moved through life, her independence and strength shining through in these simple moments.

“Please, Kaz, let me do it,” Y/n kept begging in his ear, her tone a mix of playful and insistent. She nipped at his earlobe, her breath warm against his skin.

“I don’t want to,” he laughed nervously, though the glint in his eyes betrayed his amusement. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to touch her.

“Come on, I swear I’m really good,” she teased, her lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Her words hung in the air, filled with a promise that made his pulse quicken.

“I have absolutely no doubts about that,” he responded, his voice a little breathless. The room felt smaller, the air charged with a tension that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Y/n got on her knees in front of him while he was seated on the couch, her eyes wide and pleading. The sight of her there, looking up at him with such intensity, made his heart race. “Please.”

“You’re not ashamed of anything, are you?” he asked, half in awe, half in disbelief. He could barely comprehend her boldness, so different from the guarded world he was used to.

“Absolutely not,” she replied confidently. Her hands rested lightly on his knees, her touch sending electric sparks through his body.

Kaz made a crooked smile, giving in just a little, pulling her back up on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “I prefer you up here,” he murmured against her lips, his hands tracing the curve of her back, memorizing every contour.

“Only because you don’t know how good I am down there,” she said playfully, arching her neck to give him better access for a kiss. Her lips met his with a softness that made him forget everything else, the world outside their bubble disappearing.

Her words lingered in his mind, tempting and daring him to let go of his reservations. He deepened the kiss, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer as if afraid she might vanish. The taste of her, the feel of her, was intoxicating, making it hard to think clearly.

For a moment, all he could think about was her – the way she felt in his arms, the sound of her breath mingling with his. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop, to remember the complications and the consequences, but he silenced it, letting himself get lost in the moment.

The sudden sound of the door opening shattered their intimacy. They barely had time to react before Jesper burst in, anger and worry evident in his voice. “Kaz! Where the fuck have you been?”

Kaz and Y/n froze, their faces reflecting the guilt of being caught so red-handed. They knew there was no point in trying to move away from each other. Jesper’s eyes widened further as he registered her presence in Kaz's living room, his shock palpable. “Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?” he blurted out, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration.

“You disappeared for fucking days! I can’t believe you’re with her,” Jesper said in disbelief. “Inej is worried sick, Kaz, and so was I.”

Y/n moved off Kaz’s lap, letting him stand up. Kaz faced Jesper, trying to maintain his composure. “I was in Lij. I had a family thing to fix,” he said confidently. “I just got back.”

Jesper shook his head, incredulous. “And the first person you tell is obviously her? Not your friends, not your girlfriend?” he shot back, his voice dripping with accusation. He glanced between Kaz and Y/n, confusion etched on his face.

Kaz hesitated, caught off guard by Jesper’s directness. Y/n shifted uncomfortably under Jesper’s scrutinizing gaze, unsure of how to explain her presence without making matters worse.

“I…” Kaz started, searching for an explanation that wouldn’t betray the complexities of their situation.

Jesper’s frustration grew, his disbelief evident. “You were just what? Kaz, what the hell is going on here?” he demanded, his tone cutting through the tense silence.

“I didn’t think you’d be so worried, and I haven’t talked to Inej in days. She asked for space, and I gave it to her,” Kaz explained, though it was clear Jesper wasn’t entirely convinced.

“I can go if you have to talk,” Y/n offered gently, trying to defuse the situation. Jesper glared at her, but Kaz spoke first, “No, don’t worry.”

“Of course, Y/n, don’t worry. So as soon as I leave, he can keep cheating on his girlfriend,” Jesper said harshly. “Or wasn’t that what I just interrupted? Are you sleeping together?”

“No, Jesper. It was… just a kiss,” Kaz lied, his voice strained.

“Oh, then everything is alright, just a kiss. Where’s the line, Kaz?” Jesper’s sarcasm was palpable.

“It’s none of your business, Jes,” Kaz said, his patience wearing thin.

“It is if you’re hurting my friend.”

Kaz inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself. “You want to know what happened with Inej?” he asked, releasing a nervous chuckle. “She said that she was with me because she thought I would never be able to touch her.”

Jesper’s surprise was evident, his anger momentarily replaced by shock. “Yeah, I bet she didn’t tell you that,” Kaz said more quietly, shaking his head.

“That’s fucked up, but it still doesn’t give you the right to cheat on her,” Jesper retorted, though his voice was less confident now.

“I’m not even sure if we’re still together anymore,” Kaz confessed.

“Look, I’m sorry, Kaz, but you can’t behave like this,” Jesper said, his tone softening.

“I need a drink,” Kaz sighed, moving towards the kitchen. He made three drinks and brought them back, handing one to Jesper and another to Y/n.

The three of them sat uncomfortably on the couch, sipping their drinks in silence. The atmosphere was heavy with unresolved tension, each sip of their drinks punctuated by the awkwardness that filled the room. Jesper’s eyes darted between Kaz and Y/n, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. He couldn’t help but notice how she had curled up next to Kaz, her body instinctively seeking comfort in his presence despite the situation. Kaz, for his part, seemed lost in thought, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair as he stared blankly at the wall.

Y/n shifted slightly, feeling Jesper’s gaze on her.

“Oh, you have a lash on your cheek,” Y/n said, her voice a tentative attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere that hung around them. She reached out, her touch gentle as she plucked the lash away from Kaz’s cheek. “Make a wish,” she instructed softly, holding it delicately on her fingertip.

Kaz raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips despite the tension in the room. “Come on, it’s bad luck if you don’t,” Y/n insisted, a small smile tugging at her own lips.

He leaned in unexpectedly, catching her off guard by biting her finger lightly instead of making a wish. Y/n let out a surprised laugh, pulling her hand back instinctively. Kaz’s arm slid around her waist, drawing her close against his side, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes about their connection.

Jesper watched the exchange with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to process the dynamics unfolding before him. Despite the tension and the serious conversation that had preceded this moment, Kaz and Y/n seemed to share a natural ease with each other, a comfort that was palpable even in the midst of their turmoil.

“That was uncalled for,” Y/n chuckled, trying to regain her composure after Kaz’s unexpected move.

Her phone started buzzing, and she excused herself to another room to take the call. Jesper watched her leave before turning back to Kaz.

“You know what really makes me mad?” Jesper asked, breaking the silence. “It’s that you two look really good together.”

Kaz nodded, a small, bittersweet smile forming on his lips. Despite everything, he knew there wasn’t going to be a ‘them.’

Kaz sighed heavily, he knew there was no hiding it now, not after Jesper had caught them in such compromising proximity.

“Give her a chance, Jes,” Kaz pleaded, his voice carrying a mixture of regret and earnestness. “Me and Inej… I won’t be able to patch things up after what she told me.” His words trailed off, the pain of Inej’s revelation still fresh in his mind. “And Y/n is not the one to blame,” he added quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I was the one in a relationship, not her.”

Jesper’s expression hardened, a mix of disappointment and understanding crossing his features. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration and resignation. “I don't like her.”

“You don't like her or you don't like how I handled things?” Kaz asked, his voice tinged with a desperate need for clarity.

Jesper looked at him, the tension between them palpable. “Yeah, maybe I don't like you,” he said, trying to lighten the mood but failing to hide the seriousness in his tone. “But in all honesty, Kaz, it's more about how you handled things. You should have been honest with Inej from the start.”

Kaz nodded, his face reflecting the inner turmoil he felt. “I know, Jes. I didn’t plan for any of this to happen. I have no idea of when the things started to become different.”

Jesper sighed deeply, his frustration evident. “It’s always complicated with you, Kaz. But this...this is different.”

Kaz looked up, meeting Jesper’s gaze with a mixture of determination and guilt. “I never wanted to hurt anyone, Jes. Inej...what she told me. I was wrong to let things go this far without addressing it.”

Jesper’s expression softened slightly, though his frustration remained. “You owe it to both of them to be honest about your feelings and your intentions.”

Kaz nodded, his jaw clenched as he wrestled with the ramifications of his actions. “I know, and I will. But Y/n...she’s not just a fling, Jes. She means something to me.”

Jesper’s eyes widened in surprise. “So, you’re saying you have feelings for her?”

Kaz hesitated, the admission feeling heavier than he anticipated. “Yes, I do. But I also know that she’s not looking for a serious relationship. It’s complicated.”

Jesper shook his head, a mixture of disbelief and resignation on his face. “Complicated seems to be your specialty, Kaz. But you need to sort this out. You can’t keep stringing them along, it’s not fair to anyone.”

Kaz sighed, the weight of Jesper’s words settling heavily on him. “I know. I need to talk to Inej and figure out where we stand.”

Jesper nodded, his expression still stern but softened by a hint of empathy. “Good. Because if you care about them, you owe it to them to be truthful. And to yourself too.”

Kaz looked at Jesper, gratitude and guilt mingling in his eyes. “Thanks, Jes. I appreciate it.”

Jesper nodded, his tension easing slightly. “Just...don’t make a habit of this, Kaz. You’re a smart guy, but sometimes you’re your own worst enemy.”

Kaz chuckled, though the sound was tinged with sadness. “You’re not wrong about that.”

They fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. Kaz knew he had a long road ahead to make things right, but for the first time, he felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way through the mess he had created.

After Jesper left, the air in the room felt thick with the residue of their intense conversation. Kaz and Y/n settled back on the couch, the tension slowly ebbing away.

“Kaz, if you want me to go,” she began, her eyes searching his, filled with concern and uncertainty.

“Stay,” he replied firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

“Can we go to bed? I'm starting to feel all those nights on the hospital chairs,” she sighed, stretching her arms and stifling a yawn.

Kaz nodded, and they made their way to his bedroom. The act of changing clothes and sliding into bed felt almost ritualistic, a comforting routine in the midst of their emotional chaos. They lay on their sides, facing each other, the intimacy of the moment both soothing and unsettling.

“I have to work tomorrow,” Y/n said gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Anything interesting?” Kaz asked, his fingers tracing small patterns on the sheet between them.

“Nah,” she replied, shaking her head slightly.

Kaz pulled her closer, the need for physical closeness overpowering his usual reluctance. Her warmth seeped into him, grounding him in the moment.

“How do you feel?” she asked softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek in a tender gesture.

“Overwhelmed,” he sighed, leaning into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the comfort she offered.

“Is there something I can do?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

“Can you break up with my girlfriend?” he chuckled dryly, a hint of bitterness lacing his words.

Y/n hesitated, the gravity of his statement sinking in. “You’ve decided to do it?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“Yes, I have to,” he admitted, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of determination and regret. “It's the only way to move forward. I can’t keep living like this, hurting everyone involved.”

She nodded, understanding the weight of his decision. “It’s not going to be easy.”

“I know,” Kaz replied, his voice firm. “But it’s the right thing to do.”

They lay in silence for a while, the quiet punctuated by the soft sound of their breathing. Kaz’s mind raced with thoughts of how to approach Inej, how to explain everything without causing more pain. He knew it would be a delicate conversation, one fraught with emotion and complexity. But he also knew it was necessary.

“And then what?” Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper, breaking the silence.

“You know what I want,” he admitted, his eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of hope and vulnerability.

“I can’t give you that right now,” she said softly, her gaze steady but tinged with regret.

“I’ll take what you can,” Kaz replied, his tone resolute.

“It’s not fair, Kaz.”

“You told me you’re not a nice person,” he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Are you going to start now?”

She sighed, feeling the weight of his words.

“I tried to have the perfect relationship,” he continued, his voice tinged with bitterness and resignation. “It blew up in my face. So whatever mess you’re down for, I’m in.”

She looked at him, seeing the raw honesty in his eyes. The Kaz she knew was always calculating, always had a plan. But here he was, laying his heart bare, willing to dive into the unknown with her.

“Kaz, I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, her voice cracking slightly.

“I know,” he replied, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek. “And I don’t want to hurt you. But we’re already in this. We can’t pretend it’s not happening.”

Y/n closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The logical part of her knew he was right, but her emotions were a tangled web of fear, desire, and uncertainty.

“No expectations, no promises.” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.

Kaz nodded, his expression softening.

They stayed like that for a while, holding each other in the dark of the room. The enormity of the decisions they were making weighed heavily on them. Despite the gravity of their situation, the warmth of their closeness offered a fleeting sense of peace.

y/n kept shifting, pressing her back on his chest, restless. “Fuck, I was so horny. Damn Jesper,” she whispered, annoyance tinging her voice.

Kaz snorted, grateful for the lightness she brought into the moment. “Yeah, this wasn’t exactly how I imagined our evening.”

“Mh, let me hear what you were thinking about,” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Kaz smirked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her stomach. “Well, for starters, I didn’t plan on being interrupted,” he said, his voice low and intimate.

“Go on,” she encouraged, her interest piqued.

“I imagined us taking our time. Maybe having a few drinks, and then...” he trailed off, his eyes darkening with desire as he recalled the thoughts that had been running through his mind.

“And then?” she prompted, her breath hitching slightly as his words stirred something deep within her.

“And then, we’d end up back here,” he continued, his voice husky. “But instead of talking about all this heavy stuff, we’d be... exploring each other. Slowly, thoroughly.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, pressing more into him. “Sounds like a good plan.”

Kaz chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her neck. “Yeah, but there’s always tomorrow,” he murmured, his voice full of promise.

“Tomorrow? How am I going to sleep now?” she protested, a playful whine in her voice.

Kaz's chuckle deepened, his breath warm against her skin. “Well, maybe there’s something we could do,” he suggested, his hips pressing on her ass. Y/n shivered at his touch, her body responding eagerly to his nearness.

“I like it when you’re not shy,” she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.

“It’s all your fault. You make me forget how to think,” he said between kisses on her neck. His hand made its way between her legs, eliciting a soft moan from her. “How can you be so wet?” he hummed in satisfaction.

“I like dirty talking,” she admitted, her breath hitching as his fingers teased her.

“I barely said anything,” he laughed, clearly pleased with her response.

“I like you telling me finally what you want,” she clarified, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

He started moving his hand and his hips, slowly teasing her, building the tension. “I know what you’re thinking, love,” she said after a while, her voice a mix of desire and amusement. “The answer is no.”

Kaz hummed, clearly annoyed. “But it would be so easy to just slip it in,” he murmured, his voice low and tempting.

“Look at you, having sex twice and already asking to do it without protection. You’re such a man,” she said with a small laugh, though her own need was evident.

“You’re on birth control,” he whined weakly, his voice almost a plea. “Please, love.” He pressed his forehead against her shoulder. “I just want to feel you, all of you.”

Y/n sighed, her resolve wavering but not yet broken. “Kaz,-” She arched her back, a soft hum escaping her lips. The way he moved against her, the feel of his fingers inside her, was making it hard to refuse.

“Please, Y/n. I need you.” he whispered, his voice tinged with desperation.

“Begging, Kaz? Really?” Her tone teasing.

“You'll make me shameless as you are, I don’t care about anything else right now. Please, just this once. Let me have all of you.”

“Fine,” she finally whispered, her resolve melting away.

Kaz didn't need any further encouragement. He shifted, aligning himself with her, and slowly, carefully, he pushed inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, raw, and intimate. They moved together in a rhythm that was both desperate and tender.

Her moans were mingling with his groans. The intensity of their passion was almost too much to bear, every touch, every kiss, driving them closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Kaz breathed, his lips brushing against her ear. His voice was ragged, filled with raw desire.

“Baby, let me lay on my stomach,” Y/n urged, her body arching against his in anticipation. She moved to change positions, her eyes locking onto his. “Do you want it sweet or rough?” she asked with a grin, her tone playful yet seductive.

Kaz stood puzzled by the question, the familiar embarrassment regarding his inexperience creeping in. He hesitated, unsure how to respond, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Sweet it is,” she decided, sensing his discomfort and wanting to ease his tension. She lay down, raising her hips invitingly. “Come here, lay on me,” she encouraged, her voice soft and reassuring.

Kaz followed her lead, positioning himself over her, his body pressing against hers. Y/n guided his hand to her lower abdomen, her touch gentle yet firm. “Now take this hand, and press here,” she instructed, her voice a mix of authority and affection.

He did as she said, pressing his hand where she indicated, feeling the tautness of her muscles beneath his palm. “Move,” she instructed him, her voice breathy with anticipation.

Kaz began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending ignited with pleasure. He could feel himself going deeper, the pressure of his hand adding a new dimension to their intimacy. The feeling of being so connected, of feeling himself under his hand, was almost too much to bear.

Kaz hissed against her hair, his breath hot and uneven. “Oh, I’m not going to last, love,” he admitted, his voice strained with the intensity of his desire.

Y/n turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his cheek. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves. “Just let go.”

Encouraged by her words, Kaz allowed himself to lose control, his movements becoming more urgent. Each thrust was a declaration of his need for her, his desire to be as close as possible. Y/n’s soft moans spurred him on, her body responding to his every touch.

Their connection deepened with each passing moment, the world outside their embrace fading away. It was just them, lost in the rhythm of their shared pleasure. Kaz’s hand pressed firmly against her abdomen, grounding him in the here and now, his other hand tangled in her hair.

“Y/n,” he groaned, his voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. “I'm so close”

“Let go, Kaz,” she urged, her own voice tinged with urgency.

With a final thrust, Kaz obeyed, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave. He buried his face in her hair, his body trembling with the force of his climax, her own pleasure evident in the way she tightened around him, her breathy moans music to his ears.

They lay like that for a while, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. The enormity of their connection, the intensity of their shared experience, left them both breathless and satisfied.

As they slowly came down from their high, Kaz pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, lingering as if to imprint the moment in his memory. Y/n shifted to look at him, her eyes soft and filled with affection, studying his face. There was a tenderness in her gaze, a silent communication that passed between them.

“Don’t say it, Kaz. It’s not true,” she murmured, her voice gentle but firm.

He sighed, slightly embarrassed. “Was it so evident?”

“Yes,” she replied with a soft smile, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his burgeoning feelings and the reality of their situation.

He nodded, appreciating her understanding. The vulnerability he felt in her presence was both terrifying and liberating. She had a way of seeing through his walls, of touching the parts of him he kept hidden from the world.

“Are you going to be able to sleep now?” he asked, his voice teasing as he tried to lighten the mood.

“Yes,” she replied, snuggling closer to him. Her body fit perfectly against his, a warm and reassuring presence. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

Kaz wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer. The comfort of her weight against him, the softness of her skin, it all felt so right. “Good,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

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jennay · 1 year ago

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I’m losing it

Request: let's say the reader has to stay at home to look after a sick older relative, but she is neglecting her own life, putting her own life on hold; so Noah pays her a surprise visit so they can spend some time together, so she can have a day to distract herself; just to remind her that she can count on him and that it's okay to allow herself to take care of herself.. That everything will be fine, he's there.

Noah master list

Word Count: 3500ish

No Warnings

An: I Hope this is what you were going for. Enjoy 💜

Noah waited for several rings before he decided it was time to hang up the phone. He texted you several times throughout the day, hoping to get your attention, but it seemed like you were busier than usual lately. He didn't want to be an overbearing boyfriend, but he also needed confirmation that you were okay, and he wouldn't complain about having some other company than the men in his band. He loved them like brothers, but even brothers got annoyed with each other, and while they were on tour, it wasn't like he could escape from them.

Noah laid back on the couch as he turned the TV on. He needed something to drown out his worries.

"What's got your feathers all ruffled?" Jolly asks as he sits on a stool by Noah. He hands Noah a beer, and he gladly accepts his offer.

"Can't get ahold of (y/n)." He pops the lid of his drink.

"She's probably fine, dude. It's like midnight there. Isn't she her Grandma's caregiver? Old people get up early."

Noah sits up, crossing one leg over the other, still staring at the top of his can, debating if he wanted the alcohol because he was stressed or if it was because he would enjoy it. "She didn't text me today." He frowns, checking his phone one last time. "It's not normal."

"Call her in the Morning-"

"Hold on." He said, quickly answering your video call. "Hey!" He exclaims, getting up and walking to the back of the bus, leaving Jolly behind.

He saw you yawn in the dim light of your lamp. "Sorry to wake you up."

You shook your head and stretched on the bed, holding the phone above you. "You didn't. I was just about to sleep. Sorry, I didn't text you back. I kept forgetting, and I had so much to do today. It's been crazy here, and I feel like I'm losing my mind." You covered your eyes with your hand, trying not to cry. You didn't want to burden Noah with your problems, especially when he was so far away from you. "I should get some sleep." You whispered, removing your hand from your face.

"Baby…" Noah said softly, noticing the tears in your eyes. You looked different. Your eyes were duller than usual, you had dark circles under them, and your cheeks looked hollow.

"Okay," He said gently; he wanted to talk to you more and listen to your day, even if it was chaotic and stressful, but he felt he didn't know the person on the screen. He wondered if it was the camera angle or if you were losing weight again. He felt anxiety at every thought that crossed his mind. Were you sick, was it stress, or was taking care of your Grandma too much for you? It wasn't like you had any breaks, and even when Noah was around and able to help you, it was only for a few minutes while you showered or cooked dinner. There wasn't enough time to relax and care for yourself.

"I love you." He said sincerely. "I miss you."

"I love you more." You said softly, closing your eyes.

"Are you challenging me?" He joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Because you'll lose every time."

You chuckled weakly, and he was glad to see you smile. "I'm too tired to argue with you right now, Love." You pulled the covers over yourself. "I'll talk to you in the morning. Sleep well."

He nodded in agreement, "I will soon. Bye babe, dream of me!"

You smirked, "I always do."

Noah walks to the other guys' lounging, "Where are we going next?"

Nicholas, who took over Noah's previous spot on the couch, gazes up curiously. "Why."

Noah shrugs, "I think I need to go see (Y/n). She looked rough and I’m a little worried."

His bandmates know better than to fight his ideas; once he was on a mission, Noah was not stopping.

"If you left tomorrow and met us out there. It could work, but you'd have what, less than two days to go there, fly out, and make it to the show?" Nicholas tells him.

"Sweet. Well, guess we're making a pit stop."

Your phone alarm buzzed, and you pressed snooze at least three times before turning it off and getting up. The phone read 7 a.m., and you weren't ready for it.

You weren't the type to complain. You never did, especially in this situation. Even when you felt exhausted, frustrated, or lonely, you kept your mouth shut and your smile on. You didn't want to burden anyone else with your problems or make them think you were ungrateful for what you had.

A part of you guilted yourself every time you thought about what it would be like not to have the responsibility of taking care of your Grandma through her decline.

You loved her with everything you had and didn't regret choosing this path, but you wished you had a better understanding when you offered to help.

You wished you knew how hard it would be to see her forget your name, struggle with simple tasks, or lose interest in life.

You wished you had more support, resources, and time for yourself. But you never said any of this out loud.

Making your way to the bedroom bathroom, you start your routine for the morning. You brush your teeth, wash your face, and comb your hair. You look at yourself in the mirror and try to find some confidence in your appearance.

You put on some makeup and a simple outfit that matches your mood. You exit your room and go to your Grandma's room, knocking on the door and waiting for her to respond. You hear her shuffling to the door, and when she opens it, she stares at you with surprise.

You smile wildly, trying to ignore the signs of her not knowing who you are at this very moment. "Hi, grandma, I was coming to get you for breakfast." You hold your hand for her to grab, remembering your previous training classes.

She smiles warmly and takes your hand. You observe her outfit and note that she dressed herself for the day; that usually meant it would be a good morning.

You take her hand and lead her down the stairs, letting her lean on your shoulder as she descends slowly. You feel her grip tighten with every step and squeeze back reassuringly. You reach the kitchen and help her sit at the table, then go to make some coffee and pop some bread in the toaster.

"What do you want to do today?" You ask.

"I've gotta go to work," She tells you. "That Ranch won't take care of itself."

You bite your bottom lip, knowing she hasn't worked in years. "Well," You say, grabbing her toast and coffee for her to bring to her. "You have today off. Grandpa went and asked that I spend some quality time with you. He said you need to have a girl's day with me." You hated lying to her like this, but you knew it was the only way to help her through these things. She was diagnosed with Dementia a year ago, and you'd been taking online classes and seminars in hopes of learning how to cope and help a loved one with the disease.

"Oh," She says, sipping her coffee. "He's such a good man. You know we've been married for 62 years." She smiles, and you wonder what memories are going through her mind. "We were so young, and he was just as handsome as ever."

You bring your coffee over and sit next to her. "I bet! He'd have to be to score a woman like you!"

She giggles at your remark, "Should we see Betty Lou today?" She asks, referring to her sister.

You must think of another lie quickly before she notices something is wrong, or your mood has shifted. "It sounds like you're trying to get rid of me." You joke.

She smiles, tilting her chin to meet your eyes, "You need a husband."

No matter how far gone she'd gotten or aged, she would never stop giving you a hard time about not having a husband. She often forgot about Noah, and when you'd show her pictures, she would gush and tell you how handsome he was and that someday you'd have beautiful babies; she couldn't wait for that day. She once told Noah she knew a priest who could marry the two of you in the kitchen that day, and when you refused, she scolded you.

"I think we should get some baking done today." You say, changing the conversation. "I love those chocolate chip cookies you make."

Her eyes light up at the thought, and she agrees without hesitation. One of her favorite things to do was bake treats for everyone.

When she finishes her coffee and breakfast, you take her plates, and she follows you to the kitchen. You wonder how this will end; the last time the two of you did this, you nearly lost your cool. You tried to be patient, and you tried to be understanding, but you would grow tired and frustrated just as anyone else would.

You put on some music and start gathering the ingredients for the cookies. You hope the familiar activity will calm her down and bring back some happy memories.

You smile as you watch her hum along to the songs she used to sing to you when you were little. You measure the flour and sugar and hand them to her. She pours them into a large bowl and mixes them with a wooden spoon. You take the time to crack the eggs and add them to the bowl, along with some vanilla extract.

You open the bag of chocolate chips and pour some into a small bowl. You hand it to her and tell her to add them to the dough. She looks at you with a puzzled expression.

"What are these?" She asks, pointing at the chocolate chips. She doesn't remember what chocolate chips are. How could she forget something so simple and delicious? You try to hide your sadness and explain to her. "They're chocolate chips, Grandma. They make the cookies taste good. You love them, remember?" She shakes her head and pushes the bowl away.

"No, I don't like chocolate. It's too sweet." She says, making a face. You stare at her in disbelief. She doesn't like chocolate? That's impossible. She used to eat chocolate every day, sometimes even for breakfast.

She would always sneak you some when your parents weren't looking. She would say that chocolate was good for the soul and that life was too short to deny yourself pleasure.

How could she forget that? You feel anger and frustration. You want to scream at her and tell her that she's wrong, that she's not herself, that she's losing her mind. You want to shake her and make her remember who she is, who you are, and who you were. But you know that won't help. You know that won't change anything. You know you must be patient and understanding, even when it hurts.

You take a deep breath and force a smile. "That's okay, grandma." You say, gently taking the bowl from her hands. "We can make something else if you want." You look around the kitchen and see a bunch of bananas on the counter. You remember that she used to make banana bread with you when you were little. Maybe she would like that better. Perhaps she would remember that.

"Hey, how about we make some banana bread?" You suggest picking up a banana and peeling it. "You used to make the best banana bread in the world."

She looks at you with a faint smile. "Did I?" She asks, taking the banana from you and breaking it into pieces.

You nod enthusiastically. "Yes, you did." You say, hoping that she will believe you. "And I'm sure you still do." You grab another banana and peel it, handing it to her. She takes it and adds it to the bowl with the flour and sugar mixture. Add baking soda, salt, butter, and milk, stirring everything together. You hope that this will work out better than the cookies. You hope that this will make her happy. You hope that this will make you happy too.

She is exhausted after a few hours of work, and you gently wipe her hands and change her into comfortable clothes. You tuck her onto the living room couch with her favorite show, I Love Lucy, playing on the TV. You sit beside her and exhale deeply, feeling mentally drained. You tell yourself you'll close your eyes only for a moment, but that moment turns into a deep slumber; opening your eyes feels nearly impossible. You have been sleeping with your door open at night and constantly listening out for your Grandma. It has been hard to sleep sometimes, and it has only worsened as her condition deteriorated.

It's been hard for you to watch her decline and to be her primary caregiver. Today was a good day, but you still felt overwhelmed. Love wasn't always enough. Your eyes snap open when you hear knocking on your front door. You don't bother getting up at first. It is probably the mailman reminding Grandma to check her mail. He does it almost daily, but you open your eyes and get up when the knocking persists.

"I'm coming!" It seems like whenever you need rest the most, you are interrupted.

You open the door, ready to take the mail from the man, but your mouth drops with surprise. You can't believe your eyes.

Noah stands at your front door, smiling and holding his arms out. He pushes through the door and wraps you in a hug. "Surprise!" He says, kissing you, but you're still in shock. "What?" He says, looking at you with amusement. "You're not excited to see me?"

"Noah," You finally say, tears forming in your eyes. "What are you doing here? How did you…?" You pull him back to you, resting your head on his chest, and hold him tighter.

"I just wanted to surprise you." He says casually. "I was thinking we could go out for a little bit." He pulls back, bringing his hand to cup your face.

You can see the worry in his eyes as he watches you intently. His thumb gently brushes the free-falling tear. "I can't, you know that..." You say, glancing over at your sleeping Grandmother. "I can't just leave."

You close the door behind Noah and watch his eyes curiously bounce around the home. "It smells like banana bread."

"We did some baking...and-"

He cuts you off quickly, "Go shower. You have flour all over your shirt, and your aunt will be here soon, so we can go out for the evening."

You open your mouth to say something, but Noah shakes his head, "Go, besides, Grandma loves me. We'll be fine if she wakes up." He leans down, kissing you again before hurrying you up the stairs.

You felt like you were in the shower for hours, but in all reality, it had been 30 minutes. It must've been the longest shower you've taken in a while, and it felt so nice not to worry about anything while Noah was downstairs.

You take your time brushing your tangled hair, putting on a little makeup, and getting dressed up in a lovely summer dress with cute wedged high heels, nothing too fancy or flashy. You don't want to draw attention to yourself or make Noah feel uncomfortable. He is already doing so much for you by being here.

As you walk into the kitchen, you hear dishes clink together and mentally slap yourself, remembering all the dishes you left in your sink. You had been too busy and stressed to deal with them, but now you feel guilty for making Noah do your chores. He is scrubbing away with a smile on his face while your aunt leans against the counter, talking to him. She seems to like him, which is rare for her. She usually disapproves of anyone of the male gender.

"You didn't have to do that." You tell him. You rest your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He freezes briefly and then relaxes against your touch. "It's not a big deal, babe." He leans down and presses his lips against your hair, inhaling your scent. "I wanted to help out."

You smile, thankfully releasing your grip from around him. You say hi to your aunt but not much more. You weren't close with your family, and it often showed. You always thought it should be her caring for her mother, not you. But she had her own life and problems, and you had yours.

"Let's get out of here," Noah says as he dries his hands on the stove towel. Sensing the tension, he turns to your aunt, "It was nice seeing you again. We won't be too late."

When you exit the door, you hand Noah your car keys, "Where are we going?"

"I thought we could go downtown, get something to eat, and see where the night goes." He says, opening the car door for you.

You get in and close the door behind you. "I'm so glad you're here." You say, touching his arm. "Thank you for coming."

He pulls out of the driveway, "You don't have to thank me, babe. These are things you do when you love someone."

Noah glances from the road and at you, wondering what's going through your mind now. "I'm kinda worried about you taking this on by yourself." He admits. "I can see it's taking a toll on you."

You feel a tightness in your chest, "I'm okay, Noah. I just need to get into a better sleep routine." You try to sound casual, but your voice cracks.

He rests his hand on your thigh, rubbing your skin with his thumb. "Babe, it's not just the sleep." He looks at you with concern and love in his eyes.

You groan, not wanting to have this conversation with him, "Can we not do this right now?" You wish he would just drop it and let you be.

Noah pulls to the curb next to all the shops and small dinners. He turns the car off, walks to your side of the door, and offers his hand to you. "Well," He says, pulling you out of the car, "I think it's a conversation we need to have." He says as he guides you to the sidewalk. "You're neglecting yourself." Noah sighs when he sees you shutting down, your eyes staring at the ground, and you're hardly paying attention to what he's saying. "You know I'm happy to help, right?"

That gets your attention. Your head tilts up, brows furrowed, and you look at him, annoyed, "It's not your burden. Your job is touring the world and making music, not helping me care for my Grandma."

Noah stops in his tracks, growing frustrated. He pulls your arm back, dragging you to him. He holds both of your hands in his and leans forward, "My first job is taking care of you." He says, voice stern but calm. He wasn't budging on this. He cups your face with his hands and kisses you softly, "I love you more than anything, and I want you to be happy and healthy. Please let me help you." He pleads with his eyes, hoping you will open up to him.

You know he means well, but you feel guilty for putting him through this. You hug him tightly and whisper, "I feel like I have to do everything by myself."

Noah strokes your hair and kisses your forehead, "You don't have to do anything alone. I knew this was a thing from the beginning. We're in this together. Let me show you how much I care." He kisses your temple, "It's you and me against the world."

You look into his eyes and feel a wave of love, "Okay, okay. You win. I'll let you help me."

Noah beams proudly, "That's my girl. Come on, let's get some ice cream. You deserve a treat."

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gojolvs · 1 year ago

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I still want you.

Chapter 3

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

Falling in love with the Satoru Gojou wasn’t an easy task. You truly love him but will this come to an end?

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating gojo.

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader

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You woke up to the feeling of the bed empty. Satoru was no where to be seen. A sigh escaped your lips as you thought about yesterday's events, mentally slapping yourself as you got up from bed. You checked your phone and found a message from Toji.

Toji: 'Goodmorning, i hope you slept well :)'

Y/n: 'Goodmorning to you as well and I did thank you!'

You hadn't realized you were smiling when you woke up to a simple text message. There were no morning messages left by Satoru. Today was the last day of staying at the hotel after that you had plans to drop off your son with your mother because you hated seeing your mother live alone in a huge house without anyone. Sumire loved his grandma so much, sometimes you thought he loved her more than you. You quickly realized that you had a night gown on, not being to recall anything that happened yesterday you assumed nothing special happened. You still vividly remember how devastated your mother was when she found out her husband had cheated. She barely even ate and always stayed at bed. Despite you being 16 at the time you had to go out and work a few hours and maintain your mother. You truly did hate seeing her like that. Always staying with her all the time.

There was even one time where she was so depressed she never once left her room. You had to physically help her up and shower her. Getting cheated on after more than 16 years of marriage had affected your mother horribly. Your mother had talked about the cheating with you. Your father had fallen out of love and always left your mother confused and doleful. He cheated on her with one of his co workers at work. Still remembering the days where your parents would fight and send you to go get something at the store while they tried and resolved their arguments.

You slowly started to realize that maybe what happened to your mother was happening to you. Satoru had always left you confused. Before you could reach any conclusions you felt a pair of tiny hands hug your stomach.

"Goodmorning my love, did you sleep well?" You asked while seeing Sumire's cute little face light up.

"Mommy where's daddy?" His blue eyes sparkled at the mention of his father. Sumire always said he wanted to be like Satoru when he grew up. A well known business man and have a beautiful wife.

"He's busy honey. How about we go out just me and you?" You said ruffling his beautiful hair. His face was immediately joyful, smiling he nodded his head before hugging you tighter than before. You were glad that you had him. Sumire is the source of your greatest joy and happiness. He is your pride and joy, and the reason you strive to be a better person every day. His innocence and curiosity never fail to put a smile on your face, and you're so grateful for him.

"Go fetch some clothes so I can change you." Sumire ran toward his room with a smile on his face. Sighing, you let Satoru know you were leaving soon. You would've preferred that he was with you to spend time with your son.

The only thing stopping you from leaving Satoru was the desire for Sumire to grow up and have a family of his own. In spite of everything, you'll always be with Satoru because he's the father of your son. Even if you hate each other, you'll still fight for this marriage no matter what. You felt your hands cold for some reason, you didn't know, but you felt tears running down your cheeks and you began to cry. Fuck this marriage was slowly killing you. Your heart was breaking in pieces remembering that Satoru isn't even here. He said he was going to be with you all day but look at him, he's gone.

As your hand reached over your chest, you looked down. There was nothing you hated more than this feeling. Sobbing quietly, you waited for Sumire to finish changing. Your marriage was slowly crumbling, even though you tried your best to prevent it from ending, you simply couldn't. This hurt you so much that you despised this feeling. You did love Satoru, so much that your willing to do anything for this marriage to work out. You loved Satoru more than he loved you that's for sure. You missed when you both used to sneak out to see eachother because you couldn't even go one day without seeing one another, or when it used to snow and you made snow angels with Satoru for the first time. That was the first time you fell in love with him.

It's always been your thing, dumb snow angels. Whenever you said you've never seen snow before, he would try and get an excuse to skip class and sneak you out to play with the snow. His eyes glistened when he first saw you smiling at him, or the way his heart felt like it was healing when he was with you. Whatever he was going through would always disappear when he was with you. For him, you were all he had to keep on living.

“You're so beautiful" was the words he said that day and you would give anything to go back to that day. His gentle and kind demeanor drew you in, and soon found yourself falling in love with him. You would spend hours talking and laughing together, and you felt like you could tell him anything. He was the kind of person that made you want to be a better person, and you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

As you both recall, that was the first time you confessed your feelings to one another. On that day, he stole your first kiss. Satoru was and is everything to you. Did he care the same for you as you did for him? The two of you stood at the beach at night staring at eachother as you talked about how you felt about each other. He had written a small note to you with everything he liked about you on it. Like the way you would giggle to most of his cheesy pick-up lines or how you would hold his hand whenever you didn't feel safe because he was your comfort person.

Now you had nobody.

You were alone and most of your friends were too busy to stay over and talk about life. You felt like you were slowly dying. You just wanted to feel loved once again, the feeling of having someone with you whenever your feeling down. Now you have no one. There's no one you can call or text, except Toji of course. Quickly wiping your tears you decided to get up the bed but to your demise you immediately fell down onto the floor. Your legs felt like jello, not feeling an ounce of strength. You felt useless but with a loud thud you once again tried getting up before seeing Sumire in the corner of your eyes running towards you. He had a face of concern plastered all over his expression.

"Mommy?" Sumire kneeled with you. Seeing your sons concerned face you began to feel more tears fall. You didn't want your son to see you like this anymore. "Im okay sweetie" you said slowly standing up your muscles felt sore.

You had absolutely zero energy to do anything but you already promise Sumire you were going out with him. You felt pain in your chest, trying your best to breath you started panicking. Not knowing what to do you felt your chest feeling heavier by the second. "S-Sumire get my phone quick," you said in between painful groans. We're you about to pass out? Shaking intensely you tried to recompose your breath. Your son began to look for your phone. Finding it on top of the furniture he quickly grabbed it before giving it to you. Trying your best to take a deep breath, you felt yourself slowly loosing conscious.

"Siri, call Toji Zen'in!" you cried out before feeling yourself loose conscious.

Last thing you remember was hearing your son cry out.

You could feel someone carrying you. You knew that this marriage was killing you. You've never felt this way before. Despite everything Satoru was so bad for your health. You couldn't believe it but you passed out with the amount of crying and feeling your heart slowly break. The whole time you were unconscious you just remembered all the amazing memories you made with Satoru. Remembering how his face lit up when he saw you were okay and a newborn baby was right by your side, or how he was so worried about you when you were having complications with birth. Smiling he was the one who decided to name Sumire.

After all he knew every single detail about you. Remembering when Sumire first took his baby steps or when he first said mommy which made you so happy. When Satoru decided to propose randomly one day when you were eating Chinese takeout. Forcing you to take the left fortune cookie, opening it and seeing the shocked expression you had plastered on your face, or how you were so happy when you both finally moved in and took care of Sumire together.

Your wedding was absolutely beautiful, small but beautiful. You both agreed to have a small marriage at the beach with only friends and family members. Seeing Sumire crawl to you and him on the altar with the wedding rings strapped on his tiny hand. Seeing your mom play with Sumire the entire wedding day, or your most favorite memory was seeing Satoru cry when he first saw you with the wedding dress on. He had told you that you were the most beautiful woman he's ever layed eyes on. The way he tried convincing you he wasn't crying at the altar despite the tears running down his cheek and his glossy eyes.

Doing all the wedding activities and seeing how everyone was in awe when they saw you and Satoru participate at the games. Not to mention how your mother cried when she saw you and Gojo dancing the slow dance together. The way his eyes didn't leave you at all the entire day he was glued onto you basically. It was the most amazing day ever the only day where you felt relieved and happy to be married to someone you loved deeply.

"Y/n" you felt a pair of muscular arms carrying you trying his best to wake you up. Slowly you adjusted your eyes to the lighting, seeing Sumire in the corner hiding between Toji's legs. Toji had a face of concern, he gently put you down on the bed, placing a hand on your forehead to see if you had a fever of sort. Seeing his face you cried, getting up and hugging his waist. Toji was surprised with the sudden actions.

He hesitated before placing one of his muscular arms on your back hugging you as well. You could see that the hotel room was wide open and the room was messy. Your phone was on the floor with a few miscalls from Toji. "Sumire called me, is everything okay?" Toji said before separating himself from you, placing both of his arms on your shoulders. "Yeah im sorry for calling you," you said trying your best to try and get up. You could see that Toji deeply cared for you if he came running here not even closing the door.

"Here.” he gave you some clothes folding them and leaving them next to the bed. "Go change so we can go get you something to eat, okay?" He said with his green eyes staring at you. You nodded before grabbing the clothes and walking towards the restroom to change.

"As you for buddy, you're coming with us" Toji said before picking Sumire up and carrying him.

"Im Sumire," he said smiling and pursing his lips together watching Toji smile and ruffle his hair.

"Nice to meet you Sumire, im Toji a friend of your moms.” He replied walking towards you as he seen you step out of the restroom.

You could tell you were tired. You quickly brushed your hair before coming out, grabbing a bit of concealer to hide your red and puffy under eyes. Toji closed the door behind you, talking to Sumire about how he met you and how you're a great and kind person.

"Everyone says im like my mommy." He said in a proud and cute little voice. Toji had put Sumire down and was now walking with him but sumire didn't let go of Toji's hand. Surprisingly the cafe that Toji had chosen was close to the hotel. Toji had opened his car door allowing you to go first, Sumire had sat in the back. "Honey we're not gonna tell your dad about this okay?" Seeing Sumire nod in response you sighed in relief. Satoru wont know about anything that happened today because it's not his business anymore. Sumire was quick to fall asleep in the car.

"Im sorry about that I don't know what happened, all of a sudden I was feeling so much chest pains I guess I passed out." Seeing Toji look at you quickly before looking back at the road. He smiled reassuring you that it was no problem.

"Don't worry about it okay?" He said grinning before pulling up to the cafe. It was a small and cute cafe that read "Mimi's cafe" there was cat drawings everywhere. Smiling you started laughing at Toji's selection of cafes. "Is this a cat cafe?" You asked trying your best to hold back a laugh.

"They say it's good for you." He replied rolling his eyes before parking his expensive BMW. Getting out you slowly woke up Sumire before carrying him. Walking into the cafe the waiter immediately mistook you as Toji's wife. "I'll have an espresso cafe" the waiter nodded before looking at you "and for the wife?" She asked writing down in her little paper pad. You could see that the waiter was checking Toji out, with a little giggle you shook your head. "Not the wife, but I'll take a vanilla coffee and for my son he'll get the hot chocolate.” The waiter slightly blushed before apologizing and leaving quickly. You looked at Toji before looking back at the waiter.

"She's cute." You said smiling, seeing tojis face you laughed even more. Seeing him slightly gag saying that she wasn't his type.

“Not my type, I’m more into independent women.” While waiting for the drinks Sumire kept on asking Toji so many questions you started to feel bad for him.

“How’s megumi?” watching toji take out his phone he began to show you pictures of him.

“Well he turned 5 last month,” smiling you saw all the baby pictures he had of him. You could tell Toji loved megumi.

“Listen if you ever need help with anything, mom wise just text me.” Smiling you ate a bit of Sumire’s chocolate donut.

“I think we should introduce megumi to Sumire, like a play date or something” Toji just chuckled at the fact that you mentioned a play date.

“If it means I get to talk to you more, sure.” Smiling he turned off his phone. Sumire went straight to asking more questions.

“Mr Toji do you know my daddy?” He asked

“Not that much but he’s a well known man around here why?” Toji asked staring at you and then back at your son.

“People say that my daddy is super smart!” you could see the that the corner of Sumire’s mouth was filled with chocolate.

Sighing you wiped his mouth with a piece of napkin, “be more careful.” You scolded.

Seeing how Sumire would quickly come up with another questions while finishing his first one made you smile. Toji suddenly stopped talking when you saw him staring at you.

Tilting your head a bit you were confused, "Are you okay?" You asked before turning around to see what was making Toji so speechless.

For you it felt like time had slowed down when you saw your white haired husband enter the cafe, at first you thought he was walking towards you but as soon as you followed his eyes your heart broke. Satoru hadn't noticed you were here. Walking towards the waiter you were teasing Toji about he went up to her and planted a kiss on her lips. You felt your heart slowly felt like burning. You could've sworn that being shot in the stomach right now would've felt like nothing compared to what you were witnessing now. She immediately kissed Satoru back, smiling as he hugged her by the waist. You started breathing rapidly.

“No this can’t be happening.”

When you saw him kiss her, your eyes already welled with tears, but seeing him so happy with her broke you even further. You quickly got up, grabbing Sumire's hand, before exchanging glances with Toji and leaving the cafe walking towards his car. She was giggling joyously and Satoru kissed her every now and then as she tried to leave to attend other customers. His eyes sparkled with her, just as they did when he was with you in high school. Seeing her ask for a break, she walked with Satoru to the back. "No no no" you gasped, Toji immediately hugged you and you felt yourself start to have another anxiety attack. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe, feeling an uneasy chest pain, you broke down in tears.

Looking up to him he could tell you couldn't breathe. You were panicking so much you fell down to the ground. Toji tried his best to stop you from falling. "I.. I can't breath Toji" his eyes widened at the mention of that. “Shit,” He was also panicking as well, not knowing what to do he hugged you. Feeling his warm chest on yours, you felt the panic go away. He deepened the hug grabbing your waist and pulling you in deeper. Separating from him you gasped, “Toji…”you said tears still filling your eyes. Despite the hug you noticed it had helped you calm down. “Y/n,”

You shook your head before pushing him off you, “Just take me home.” You felt like your whole world was crushing down on you. Toji apologized before entering the car and taking you back to the hotel where you packed up your stuff, leaving Gojo’s suit case. You quickly checked out of your room before leaving the hotel. Toji had agreed to drive you home except that you didn’t have a home anymore. You and Gojo we’re done, you decided to stay at your mothers house. Calling her with tears in your eyes and your voice was shaky.

“Mom… can I stay over at your house for a few weeks?” You could hear the concern lacing through your mothers voice. “Is everything okay?” She asked.

“I’ll explain when I get there.” Sighing you silently sobbed the whole way back.

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emelinstriker · 2 years ago

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Red Son ♡ Parental Guidance Pt.2

Demon Bull King be like: "If I had a nickel for everytime I lost my son's diaper, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice."

Just like the first part, Reader does exist in here, but the story revolves more around Red Son and your entire family chaos as a whole.

♤ Part 1

ⓘ Reader is FEMALE; (C/N) = Child's Name

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

Finally, after an agonizingly long time of giving birth, the baby was finally in your arms. Red Son was anxiously holding your hand so tightly just half an hour prior, but now he was gently holding onto you and your child with a smile. He gave your temple a kiss while brushing his thumb over your hand, which was securely helping your arm hold up the baby that was previously crying.

"He looks so much like me when I was this small", he commented softly, making you huff in amusement.

"Well, do you wanna hold him?"

His eyes lit up as his gaze met yours with a smile. That was enough of an answer for you to carefully hand your son over to your husband. You also told him how to hold the baby correctly so it doesn't get hurt or become uncomfortable. It didn't take long for tears to gather in his eyes as he gently held onto your child while his gaze softened at the sleeping potato. "Hello, little flame..."

And finally, all was at peace...

...

...Actually, that would be a lie.

Okay, Red Son did sign up for this when he decided to have a child with you. From the constant waking up in the nights to the multiple diaper changes and random vomit. He knew it would happen, and he was mentally prepared at the thought... But now he was having seconds thoughts on if he was actually prepared. Especially when it turns out his baby could sneeze fire.

Of all the scenarios he had prepared the nursery for, a fire-sneezing baby was not on his list. He did not account for the possibility that the baby could possess fire abilities before it even reached the two-months-mark. Hell, he had a plan for if the child somehow ended up inheriting part of the Samadhi Fire! Good thing he did not. You both were suspecting that your son either didn't have it or he has such a small amount that it wasn't a threat to himself or others.

That did not mean that he wasn't a threat to the furniture. Grandpa DBK once came in to check on the little one, only to watch in horror as the crib was set ablaze in front of his eyes. The baby was absolutely fine and was giggling among the flames like a tiny pyromaniac, don't worry.

That was definitely a child of the Demon Bull Family, no doubt about it.

However, due to the discovery of the baby already being this much of a tiny menace, you reluctantly let your husband rework the nursery to ensure such fire could not expand. And while the room was under maintenance, you were tasked with baby duty for probably the entire day. Honestly, you didn't really mind because your mother-in-law was there to help you out. After all, she and her husband were absolutely smitten by the little flaming menace to society. Princess Iron Fan's experience in the field of motherhood was both a great help and gave a lot of content to talk about for when you're bored.

"You would not believe how destructive Red Son was as a child", she commented as he sipped on her tea. Meanwhile you were rocking the baby in your arms, lulling it further into sleep. Your talk with the little one's grandma was quite boring in his point of view. She giggled into her hand.

"Your own child is pretty tame compared to what he managed to do. Then again, my husband wasn't helping the situation either." She then side-eyed the Demon Bull King, who was awkwardly trying to eat from his plate. Honestly, having his son here right now would've been better... at least then his wife wouldn't try to solely pick on him for embarrassing memories. Unfortunately, Red Son couldn't attend dinner this time due to the nursery incident. So DBK had to survive this on his own.

He swallowed the food he just munched on before huffing, "I personally don't think I was that bad in raising him."

"You set the kitchen on fire-"

"That was one time!"

"But the bottle itself was covered in flames four times. Not to mention the diaper incident that somehow happened twice-"

"I'm telling you, the smell came from every wall! How was I supposed to know he hid them on the ceiling??"

You blinked in confusion, "I- Wait, he managed to hide two used diapers as a baby? On the ceiling?" Princess Iron Fan nodded with an amused hum. Your gaze lowered itself onto your own baby. Guess you had to be prepared for even more chaotic moments like that potentially happening. As if the fires (C/N) accidentally created weren't bad enough.

"Well, was there anything else that happened between the two of them?" You were simply curious.

The Demon Bull King suddenly started to eat a lot quicker, to the point where he was trying to eat everything off the plate at the same time, practically inhaling it all to escape this conversation.

His wife laughed, sending her husband a taunting grin, "Of course! Let me tell you all about it~"

DBK then apparently deemed his attempt to escape not fast enough and simply ate the plate as a whole. He then excused himself from the dinner table and speedwalked off to who knows where with long, heavy steps.

You and his wife stared at his quick exit from the scene. While you were absolutely baffled that he just swallowed the entire plate, his wife couldn't hold in her laughter anymore.

And while Princess Iron Fan was telling you more embarrassing stories about her husband's best fails at being a parent, the Demon Bull King found Red Son in the kitchen. He seemed rather annoyed at something, so his father had to ask, "Is something the matter?"

Startled, his son almost dropped the bottle he was holding. Red Son sighed in relief when he realized it was only his father. "No, no. Everything's fine. I fixed up the nursery and wanted to get a newly filled bottle before telling (Y/N) it's ready. Just...", he responded as he glanced back down at the bottle, "I don't think I'm doing this right."

His father crossed his arms, leaning against the tall doorframe. "Do you perhaps need some help, son?"

The shorter bull demon scratched his head at this awkward situation. "...I wouldn't mind some help, actually. My attempts were a little... embarrassing, to say the least."

"It certainly couldn't have been that bad! It's simply about filling the bottle and heating it up."

"That's the problem, father. You see...", he said rather timidly before opening a cabinet and pulling out two more baby bottles that looked burnt. The Demon Bull King repeatedly blinked in shock, not believing what he was seeing. Red Son on the other hand was blushing in embarrassment, placing the bottles onto the counter before hiding his face in his hands, groaning out his frustration to the world.

"I'm a failure of a father...", his muffled voice commented from behind his hands.

To his surprise, his own father laughed. Red Son gave him an offended look, "Are you laughing at my misery?"

The giant bull wiped away a single tear from his eye before taking a deep breath to calm down a little. "Seems like we're not so different after all!" Now it was his son's turn to be stunned into silence. "I honestly thought you would have less problems than me with this!"

"What-" "Haha! Anyway, heh, let me show you how your mother taught me how to heat it up properly..." The bigger demon then approached the counter with the bottles and filled the clean one that wasn't burnt with milk from the carton. "I'm guessing you were struggling with the heating process, yes?" Red Son awkwardly nodded at his father's observations. "And I'm guessing you tried heating it up with your own fire." Again, his son nodded.

"You're not supposed to heat it up yourself. We have a microwave for a reason", Demon Bull King added with an amused smirk. "Your own flames won't be able to safely keep the bottle intact while increasing the temperature at a consistent rate. Here-" He then placed the bottle in the microwave, closing its door before setting the timer and starting it up. The demon shrugged, "Now you wait. It's as simple as that."

Red Son looked at him dumbfounded before his frustration seemed to take over again. "Why the fuck didn't I think of that?? UGH! I'M SO STUPID! THIS IS SO STUPID!" His hair started to flare up at his rage as he clenched his fists.

"Do you truly believe having a child with your wife is stupid?"

His father's question brought him back down again. Calming him, but also catching him a little off-guard. "W- What? No... No, of course not! I love my child!"

Demon Bull King huffed with a smile, "Well, then you need to learn and adapt to your child's needs to raise him well. It might be annoying keeping up with it all, but it will help his life improve a lot." He followed up on his words by picking up one of the burnt bottles, inspecting it. "Don't forget, you agreed on having a child with (Y/N). And as part of that agreement, your child is your responsibility too." His eyes then glanced at the shorter demon's surprised expression. Red Son did not consider that his father could give him advice just like his mother.

His thoughts were cut off when the microwave suddenly beeped, indicating that the bottle was now heated. He opened the door and to no one's surprise, the bottle was still fully intact and the milk was now warm. And despite the heat it held within, he had no problem grasping the bottle with his bare hand and closing the microwave once more. He then gave his father a very small bow with his head, "Thank you for your help, father."

The Demon Bull King chuckled, lightly patting his son on his head, "You better move along now and tell your wife about the nursery. Pretty sure she wants to drop off the baby back in the crib aga-"

K A B O O M

Both demons froze in shock, startled at the sudden explosion. Thinking they were under attack, they quickly made their way back to their wives in a hurry. Until they heard your distressed, but also oddly calm voice coming from the dining hall.

"Um- I- I didn't know he could do that! I'm so sorry!"

"It's all good, dear- We, uh, can just fix it right back up! Don't worry about it!" Princess Iron Fan responded, sounding quite concerned about the situation.

Both men entered the dining hall and watched as there was now a giant hole in the wall. Its borders as well as part of the debris were engulfed by flames. You and PIF didn't seem harmed, just extremely shocked at what you two just witnessed. Meanwhile little (C/N) was giggling again, with the same giggle from the time he set the crib on fire in front of his grandpa.

"...Are you sure I'm not a failure of a father?" Red Son asked rhetorically, his hands gesturing towards the scene with an expression that could only be read as 'Bruh'. Demon Bully King couldn't help but stare at the giant hole in the wall as a confused Bull Clone walked by on the other side.

Turns out your child could not only sneeze fire, but also create a stronger version of it that acts like a fiery bullet explosion. 'Huh, parenthood turns out be more and more fun with each day', you thought somewhat sarcastically, suddenly becoming more tired by the second as you dropped off your adrenaline. Your husband ended up helping you feed the bottle to the baby since he noticed how much more tired you looked.

In the meantime, Princess Iron Fan told both bull demons about what happened and how you and Red Son should be careful with your child's newfound abilities. The fact that he already possessed such powers within the first month was concerning.

It didn't take long for MK's gang to get permission to visit once your baby was properly settled into your home. The Demon Bull Family was a little bit wary about the gang's visits at first, but they quickly got used to their presence. Mainly because they weren't usually bothering the two of them in the first place. They were rather out to bother you, your husband and your little flame.

You never even met your husband's friends before their visits, so you were glad they all were kind and seemed to be enamored by your child. Red Son made sure to tell them beforehand about the potential fire sneezes that can happen. He also gave them other general warnings of abilities you two picked up on while observing the little one.

But with that being said, the gang had a lot of fun interacting with the kid. And it was quite surprising to see him not freaking out over all the attention he was being given. Well, for the most part... He did cry during their first visit due to MK and Mei's constant screaming. However, after telling them to be quiet around the baby, things seemed to be a lot more at peace with them.

Tang was extremely curious about the child's early powers while Pigsy was seen smiling a lot more around the baby. Sandy usually brought gifts with each visit, especially non-flammable, or at least highly fire resistant toys for the baby.

And Wukong was... on edge. At first, at least.

Of course he congratulated you two and also found the baby adorable. But after you told him about the chaotic incidents the child has caused... He was a bit cautious. Not for his safety, but for your and the gang's safety... Also the universe's, but Red Son and DBK already told him about how your child does not seem to possess the same type of power as the Samadhi Fire. At least that bit of information made the Monkey King loosen up enough to enjoy his stay around the child more.

In general, things were getting a lot more interesting for your family. Especially because Red Son suggested having another child in the future once you got your current child's powers under control.

Because apparently one fire-sneezing baby is not enough.

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"Childhood Sweethearts"

-Miles Morales/ 42!Miles x Fem!Reader

Y/N had a crush on Miles since always, and something inside her tell her that they were meant to be together. She just knew

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— Nana, quiero volver a casa.— The little girl grips her grandma, her eyes tearing as she walks next to her with her big pink backpack.

— Mi niña , esta es tu casa ahora, ¿si? Tus papis hicieron un gran esfuerzo en traerte aca.— The old woman whispers, carefully picking her word as she looks at the little girl. She guided Y/n through the stair until the third food when her house was as she made way for her to enter.

— No me gusta aca, todos hablan raro…— Y/n said pouting, her little hand gripping her shirt.

— Te acostumbraras , nena. — Those words stuck in her mind as the girl tried to adjust to her first week in New York, which was horrible. Most of the kids laugh at her for her accent or ignorance of English, she only could be comfortable next to her grandma and misses the rest of her family every day, almost crying to sleep. — Doña Carmen, here I have some of your pills.— A pretty woman enters the house as Y/n hides, listening to the weird words that came from her mouth. Rio noticed her as she smiled.

— Hi, baby. Is she your grandchild? What's your name, bonita?— The woman talk to her, Y/n catch the little accent, but she was unsure.

— Tu nombre mija. — Her grandma explained to her. — Sorry, she does not catch el English yet, se acostumbrara…espero. —

— Ay, mi vida, perdon ¿ Asi que hablas español? —

— Si señora…— Y/n was happier to speak spanish.

— Tonces traere a mi hijo pa’ que juegue contigo, se llevaran bien. — At that moment, Y/n eventually became friends with Miles, almost clingy with the sweet little boy that he was. They draw together, she helps him in his first stages with graffiti, and she also gets used to living around New York and speaking English. But of course, everything is not always fine. Y/n has this gigantic crush on Miles, she was the only girl around him and was kind and flirty with him while they grow up, it was almost obvious to everyone that they would end up together.

Even his uncle Aaron approved of their future relationship. And then, Miles enters his stupid private school and leaves her behind

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— I can’t believe this shit, esta hablando con esa gringa.— Y/n complains to her friend. She had been expecting this party for a long time, she hadn't seen Miles in a while, and she wanted to spend some time with him again.

Was she clingy? Maybe, but she was always there for him. When his uncle dies, on his birthday when she bought him an exclusive collection figure and always tries to make sure that he was ok. But, that stupid boy lied to her face, he was hiding something, of her, of her mom and dad.

He always disappeared out of nowhere.

La señora Rio even thought for a moment that he was on drugs, but Miles was not that type of guy. She knew that he would be late with the cake, so she bring one of her own, just in case.

She tried to be at his side, not only because of her crush on the boy but because they were friends. Or at least, that is what she thought.

— Y/n, relax girl. That blondie has nothing compared to you. — Her friend said, smiling comforting. Oh yeah, and now, that Gwanda came out of nothing, from who knows what part of Africa to be with him.

Both girls saw how Ms. Morales and his husband started talking to Gwanda. Y/n keep giving her a sour look until Rio looks at her and calls her.

— Show her who would be a Morales! — Her friend pushes him to the little balcony. Y/n put on her best smile, even if she already say hi to the couple, and then she turned with her most cute face to Miles. — Miles, no te he visto en varias semanas, how are you doing? — She throw herself to hug the boy, god l, he was so tall now. Her cheeks were a little red as she kiss Miles’s cheeks. She could feel the blond’s eyes on her, but she didn’t mind.

— Yea, Ms. Morales, ¿que pasa? — She said, ignoring Gwanda.

— Nothing, mija, Y/n dear, I just wonder that you didn’t greet my Miles.— She said winking to Y/N. — And his amiguita. — Her tone became a little challenging. — Mama! — Miles groans embarrassed.

— Oh yeah, Gwinda, right? — Y/n put a superior smile as she also walks to kiss Gwanda’s cheek, her tone a little sarcastic. — A pleasure to meet you. —

The blonde stood there, she was taken aback.

— G-Gwen… I mean, Gwanda. It’s a pleasure too…—

— Y/n. —

— Y/n , yeah! Is good to see another friend of Miles. — Her tone was genuine, Y/N knew it, but it still hurt.

— Yeah, I know him since we were chamacos. Right, Miles? — She turned immediately back to the boy. He was embarrassed, but Y/N couldn't say if it was because of the situation or because he felt ashamed to be around that gringa. — Y-Yeah, Y/n is a good friend of mine. — He said, smiling at her sweet as honey.

It was not until Gwen left nervous that Y/N notice how Miles’ smile faded slowly, looking at the way the blonde went.

God, how it hurt.

…

Miles didn’t know what to do, he was seeing another version of himself in front of him. He didn’t have time for this! He needed to go to his universe and save his dad.

He needed to escape and he was about to do it, the electricity running through his fingers, he just need it to touch the chain and…

— Miles Gonzalo Morales, I’ve been waiting for you too since a half hour ago! — a female voice interrupts the scene. Miles could hear it from behind “Shit.” His uncle Aaron said nervously.

Something in the confident facade of the other Miles broke, and he looked concerned. — In what mess did you end now? Dios mio, no se que espero de ti, en serio. Who did you chain this time? — The steps were decisive, a familiar fragrance reach Miles, and before he could say something, she look at your eyes. — Y/n? — Miles mumbled confused, as the girl kept freezing, looking at him and then at the other Miles. — The fuck? Babe, is this…you? —

— Ma, not now. — Miles grew, trying to push her away.

— No no, nothing like that! Que mierda es eso? — Y/n look….almost the same, she was wearing a big jacket and Miles could see a gun underneath it. — Also, we had a mission today and you left me alone in the middle of nowhere waiting like a dumb. — She said hardly, pointing at Miles’ chest.

— The kid was supposed to tell you. — Aaron said, looking away.

— You! No, babe, he’s lying, he was supposed to text you. — Miles defends himself.

Y/n scoffed, looking again at the Miles attached to the punching bag.

— You are? — She asks, her eyes relaxing and turning her head curious.

— M-Miles, from another universe. I need to go home, Y/n, you should not be around, it’s dangerous and… —

— Why is he tied up?—

— Babe, can you let me do my things? Let this in my hand, come on. — Miles took the girl by her hands and kissed her palm. She simply pulls away, frowning. — He’s dangerous, Ma. —

— He? If he looks like a poor and lost puppy. — She said, looking back to Miles on the punching bag. Her eyes were…warm, she smiled softly, looking curios and poking his cheek.

Her hand was caught by the other one, he was mad.

— Ma, don’t touch him. —

— Why? he’s you….— She pout. — You’re not planning on killing him or something like that.— She smiled.

Aaron scoff as the room filled with silence.

— You’re planning something? —

— Babe, calm down, this bastard has everything. Tiene a su papa vivo, una buena casa, miralo! He probably has you too, why do I have to be the one who is the bad here? — Miles growled, his grip tight on her hands.

Y/n sighed, looking at him and she leaned softly to kiss him. She gave him a peck on his lips as she smiled.

— Bebito, solo dejalo ir, nothing is gonna change if you keep him here. If you had the opportunity…hey look at me, wouldn’t you do the same? — She smiles, taking his cheeks in her hands. — Also, if he had me too, in his universe, I’ll be worried sick if he's not around. You want me to feel like that. — Her tone was childish as she hug Miles with those pretty eyes that he could not say no. Miles scoff at her last sentence. The boy with the braid turns his attention to him, his gaze piercing his chest. — Did you laugh? what was that?—

— Papi….— Y/N said, giving him a disapproved look.

— S-Sorry, that just sounded weird…My Y/N…well, she’s not into me, we’re not a thing. Just friends.— He said nervous. — Someone is too scared to ask her out? — Miles put his hand around Y/n’s waist as he smirked at Miles, the other one blushing.

— N-No, just…I’m not into her and she’s not into me either so…—

He explains carefully, the teen next to Y/n giving him the nasties look ever. He was about to speak, gripping his girl’s body until Y/n speak.

— Believe me, I’m into you….well, she, she’s into you. — She said softly.

— Babe, the kid’s right, why would you be into him? You only have good taste. — Miles kisses her cheeks as Y/N giggles.

— Gosh, Miles. I’m into you since we were ten. Don’t worry, este baboso didn’t notice it either. — She said, rolling her eyes, you two are not that different. — She crosses her eyes, looking back at the chained Miles. — So yeah, she likes you. I would like you too, you’re cute.— She wink at him.

Miles blush softly.

— Ma…— Miles pushes Y/N against him again, his arms protective as he look bad at Miles.

— Also, you’re totally into her too, if Y/n is as pretty as this one…—

— oh, she is. — Miles adds, unconsciously.

— Well, in that case, You don’t know what you’re missing. — his voice was more directed to Y/n. He started to kiss her as the girl lit, trying to pull apart.

Aaron just rolls his eyes, used to them.

But Miles… simply stood there.

Cause on the one hand. You had a crush on him for that long?

And in the other….geez, you look cute when you smile and your cheeks were blushed like that.

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E X T R A:

Shit….shit!

Gwen was taken back, not just because of the food at Mile’s party, but because of one girl that was looking at her the entire time. It makes her feel… nervous, a lot. The girl was just so pretty. Why was she looking at her? Should she ask Miles to present her to Gwen?

And then, she smiled, god! her smile was just so enchanting that Gwen was so nervous, she could feel melting on her stops.

“Y/n…” her name will be grabbed on her mind. She said her name!

Well technically, she said Gwanda, but it was the same. And it sounded good in her accent.

Yeah, Gwen develops a crush in the most award moment and with the most impossible person ever. But still, she catches a glimpse of Y/n's lovely face before going away from Mile’s building.

She could think of her later.

She got an anomaly to catch.

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Thanks for reading, I'll probably make a second part...and another like. Side-storyline with Gwen.

I'm too lazy to traduce the spanich prases, sorry. But basically Y/n came from latin america and since she didn't knew english, she became friend with Miles <3

Leave a comment if you liked, a request or any anon message

Besitos a todo el mundo.

Truly yours, Astrid.

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misscinnamonroll16 · 10 months ago

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Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part six

god this is long

He always made the funniest faces. John took that picture too, along with the photo album. John grabbed the rest of the items, taking one last look around the room before heading back to his campervan. After arriving back at his campervan, John Dory decided to bake their grandma's famous fluffleberry cake. After making and decorating the cake, John noticed that the crocodile plush had a tear and was incredibly dirty. He hand washed it and patched up the tear. JD checked his watch, it was only 8:45 pm. John made himself some dinner and put on a movie. Partway through the movie, John dozed off, probably going to be sore tomorrow from sleeping on a couch. John woke up to his usual alarm, stretching and popping his back. John made a quick breakfast and some coffee, packing up the cake to take to work as a thank you gift to his brothers. He grabbed a box to put the book and plush in, hesitating for a moment, what if they didn't want these things? They clearly hadn't been missing them because they were still there. John decided to take them in anyway and talk to Bruce about to make sure his sentiment is understandable, luckily Bruce was the first one in. JD got to the diner, setting the cake and box in the office, locking the door behind him. He usually didn't lock the office when he was here but that stuff was a surprise so he didn't want one of them seeing it. John set everything up as usual, quietly singing to himself, only perking up when he heard Bruce opening the front door. “G’morning Brucie.” John said, pouring Bruce a cup of coffee and handing it to him. Bruce grunted, he's never really been a morning person, taking the cup of coffee. Bruce took a big sip of the coffee, slowly waking up. John Dory gave Bruce time to fully wake up, knowing he'll be an asshole if he's not awake enough. After a few minutes Bruce turned to John, trying to figure out what he's thinking about it. “Alright, what's going on? You're thinking about something." Bruce said before taking another sip of his coffee. “I was just waiting for you to finish waking up. If you're ready, come on." JD mumbled before turning to walk into the back towards the office. Bruce grabbed his coffee and followed John Dory to the office, even more confused. “Ok so yesterday I went back to Grandma's old pod and found some stuff that I'd think you guys would like but I don't know for sure so I want your Older Brother Opinion ™️. I don't know, maybe I'm just being sentimental.” John said, opening the office and showing Bruce the box of items. " Dang, you want my opinion on this? You're probably overthinking this. Aww, that's an adorable picture of Floyd and baby Branch. You trying to make Clay cry by giving him this book? I think Branch might have missed Crocko. Wait, when was this picture taken?” Bruce said as he looked through the box, setting his cup down on the table. " Oh grandma was taking pictures of us for some magazine company and you wouldn't stop making faces. I guess she had that one developed. I remember you being behind her making faces for Clay and Floyd.” JD said, looking down at the picture fondly with Bruce. “Oh now I remember. Yeah, I think this was a good idea but also you were just being sentimental. Find any other good things there?" Bruce asked as he placed the picture back in the box. John shook his head, placing the box on the floor. That's when Bruce noticed it, the cake. John was talking but Bruce didn't hear a word, too focused on the cake, not sure if it was what he thought it was. Finally John Dory realized Bruce wasn't paying attention, following his line of sight. “Yep, that's what you think it is. But you have to wait for the others to get here. It's a little thank you gift for forcing me to take the day off.” John said, stepping in front of Bruce, who was practically drooling. " Well we wouldn't have to force you if you'd just take days off once in a while.” Bruce sassed, finally snapping out of his trance. "I'm trying to be nice and say thank you, don't be an asshole about it.” JD teased.

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zipzapzopzoop · 5 months ago

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There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 25: Fear is a Liar

He was having that stupid dream again.

“I can’t believe I was dumb enough to think you were my friend!”

Why did this keep happening?

“I am your friend!”

The winds began to pick up and thunder rumbled above.

He looked down at his hands, watching in terror as they began to dissolve. That never happened this early! Was his dream changing? Why was it changing?

“Mom! Help!”

Wilbur turned back to his family and the dark expressions they all gave him. He felt his heart drop. A small part of him knew it wasn’t real, but logic was being ignored in favor of survival.

He lunged towards Grandma Lucille, trying to grab her hand, but she only shook her head in disapproval and walked away. “Please! I’m sorry!”

He tried to grab at Uncle Fritz’s sleeve, but his hand had already dissolved. Panic choked the boy, and he tried to reach towards someone, anyone for help.

They all ignored him and walked away… All except for Franny.

Tears spilled down Wilbur’s face. He looked to his mother one last time. She only watched him with a glare that could freeze hell over.

“Goodbye, Wilbur.”

He took a step back and collapsed to his knees. The clouds spiraled above.

This was his fault.

This was all his fault.

Wilbur cried out in anguish, his voice echoing as he was ripped from the fabric of time and space.

“Wilbur!”

Someone had him by the shoulders.

“Wilbur! Wake up!”

Wilbur opened his eyes and screamed out.

“It’s okay! It’s just a dream!”

“Laszlo…?”

His cousin was shaking him.

“It’s just a dream, Wilbur.”

Before Wilbur even knew what was going on, he lunged forward and hugged Laszlo, clinging to his cousin like he was the only thing stopping him from disappearing.

Laszlo understood immediately and held Wilbur close.

“It’s okay. Whatever it was, it’s gone.”

His hands held onto his cousin’s coat, focusing on the texture to distract him.

“When did you get here?”

“Late last night. Aunt Franny and I accidentally scared the hell out of each other,” he chuckled.

“Is that what that was? I just remember she was freaking out about something.”

“Yeah,” Laszlo chuckled, sheepish. “That something was me. Sorry for causing such a fuss.”

“Dude, you’re fine. We’re all getting our bearings.”

A bit more calm, Wilbur took a deep breath and let go. He yawned and wiped at his face, glancing around the room. The sun had come up, but the day was still very fresh. The pillows and blankets from the family’s makeshift camp were still scattered around, but it was only him and Laszlo in the room.

“Where’s everybody else?”

“Downstairs. You were out cold, so we thought we’d let you sleep a little bit longer. I was just coming up to get my helmet and you were freaking out. What was that about, anyway? Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m good. Is someone making bacon?” Wilbur dodged the question.

“Oh yeah! Past Uncle Bud and Aunt Lucille left for work earlier, so Uncle Art’s making breakfast for everybody! We’re downstairs coming up with a plan!”

“Oh hell yeah!”

Perhaps it was because he jumped up so fast, or because he had only just had a nightmare moments before, but a painful shock of electricity shot through Wilbur, and he very nearly collapsed back down. Laszlo caught him, but like a conducted electric current, it spread to the artist as well. They both glitched, both boys crying out and lighting up a bright blue. There was a half a second Wilbur thought he saw something on his cousin, but it was too quick to tell what. But there was something covering part of his face, and a bright red glow.

As quick as it came, it was gone, and both boys were left clambering to their feet.

“What happened?! What the hell was that?! Wilbur, are you okay?!” Laszlo grabbed at his goggles.

Wilbur took a deep breath and turned to face the artist. There was no hiding this one.

“...I’ll explain at breakfast.”

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Love Ain't Pretty - #2 Don't Cry Long. 💞

Summary: Desperate to get out of her current situation, Kacie Atkins, goes home, well too her Grandmother's Ranch, only too find a older, handsome stranger and heartbreaking news. Finally learning the truth about why her parents took her away, 'Love Ain't Pretty' is filled with Drama, Secrets and Lies, laughter and Forbidden Love.🐞🩷

A/N: 🐞... Okayz, I am super excited for this one okay, like SUPER.. So I hope y'all enjoy this little treat. I love JDM, but I do not write about them personally, so meet Franklin Clay, originally from the movie Losers (just now years later) okayz bye Sweet's 💓

Warnings: *18+ Only* Some light swearing, feeling a little lost, anything else let me know.😅

Characters: O.C - Kacie Jones, Franklin Clay😋

Words: 2988 😊

Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google

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The sun rays shining in, cast’s a golden orange shimmer, on her face, moaning slightly, at the bright light, opening one eye, trying to regain some sense of direction where she is, her eyes fluttered open, she is in her old room, shifting on the bed, letting her head rest against the wooden headboard, glancing around, a sad smile tugging at her lips, her Memaw left the room exactly the same. It almost feels like she’s that little ten year old girl, running around with pigtails again, laughing, not a care in the world.

Before she could try and stop it, the tears rolled down her cheeks, underneath her breath “Memaw, I can’t believe your really gone” brushing away the tears, she swings her legs off the bed, and neatly packed next to the bedside table, is her boots, on the bedside table, her jacket neatly folded, her suitcases packed away in the corner. It’s disturbingly neat, that older guy, whose name she doesn’t know must’ve carried her to bed and place all the stuff so neatly, as she gets up, making a mental note, that she’d need to thank him, maybe buy him a gift or bottle of some expensive liquor, then sighing, remembering she’s flat broke.

Walking towards her bathroom, splashing some water in her face, her greenish eyes a grey today, almost hearing her grandma’s voice “honey why are you sad,? I know you’re sad, because that pretty forest green is replaced with grey today!” smiling, her Memaw knew her better than her own mother. Gasping “Oh darn, I never texted mom, I’m safe” sighing heavily, knowing she should rather call her, tell her about grandma’s passing.

The whistling kettle shook her out of her thoughts, who’s in the house? Can it be that guy? Before she knew it, she ran down the stairs, halfway, the freshly fried bacon and eggs, aroma filled the air. She walked barefoot into the kitchen, her eyes roamed over the tall man, with his darkish grey hair, for a few seconds she watched him, smiling, he kind of seemed so out of place, and really comfortable in the kitchen as well, he had broad shoulders and tattoo’s peeking out underneath his sleeves, he doesn’t look like the farmer type and yet somehow, it works for him, or maybe it’s just the cowboy hat, hell if she knows, what exactly, makes this man tick, classifying him as hot is on the tip of her tongue, but hell no! What he must be at least 15- something years older. What the hell is wrong with her, shaking her head.

In a soft voice she greets him “Morning” he turns around knowing she was there, he heard her coming down the stairs, he couldn’t help the slight smirk, knowing she stared at him for a while now, he’s voice gruff “Morning Kacie, sleep well?” Being barefoot, made her look even smaller, he glanced down at her, as she answered “Uhm, yeah I was out like a light, must’ve been the road and news, and…” she trailed off, and he could see, she tried her very best not to let the emotions well up in her eyes, so he spoke up “I made breakfast, and coffee” she smiled and said “thank you, it smells delicious”.

He gestured for her to sit, and fixed her a plate, pouring some freshly brewed coffee in her cup, his gaze fell on the way she wrinkled her nose, as she inhaled the smell, “smell so good, thank you.” he nods and smiles, taking a seat himself, starting to eat, watching her take the piece of toast and eating it, he takes a bite in to the crispy bacon, licking his fingers off, “the food okay?” she smiled and nodded “yes thank you delicious” he lifted a brow, “yeah? Then why haven’t you eaten a single piece of this bacon, too crispy for you?” Her eyes wide, you can practically see the gears turning in her head “uhm… uh.. I am just not that hungry this morning!” He watched her intently then “you don’t need to be hungry to eat bacon, it's the best smoked meat you can get” she smiled and nodded, “jip” he furrowed his brows, “oh hell no… your too city aren’t ya?” she looked confused “excuse me?” he basically growls, “you don’t eat meat do ya?” she looked guilty “No, sorry I’m a vegetarian, but toast is good'' he practically growled “You poor thing , just vegetables and leaves and lettuce, like a cow”.

Her jaw dropped “excuse me? Did you just call me a cow?” he shook his head, his gaze a little puzzled, “no… not really, but I mean your eating habits are similar” she stood up from the chair, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Out! Get out of my house, Mr… Mr..” he fell in mid sentence, a cocky smile on his face “Franklin, Franklin Clay, little one” she huffs, squinting her eyes ``Well Franklin go, your rude, and I don’t need rudeness now” he pushed back the chair and straightened out , he couldn’t hold the chuckle, she looks like a angry little squirrel, cheeks all puffy, and rosy, her eyes wide, she didn’t exactly scream intimidation. She points her finger at him, “this isn’t funny, get out” she huffs again. And he had to bite back a snicker, he threw his hands up in surrender, smirking “Fine I’m leaving, but I’m next door if ya need anything” he walked out.

He got in his truck, and drove off slowly when he saw in the rear view mirror, that’s she’s running after him, with a plastic tupperware bowl in her hands, waving him down, he came to a stop and hung out of the window, amused, mocking tone “yes little one” she came to a halt, a little breathless, “firstly I’m not a ‘little one’ I’m a 30 year old women” handing him the tupperware “secondly here’s your bacon and eggs, enjoy!” she huffs and marches off. Shaking his head, then placing the bowl on the passenger seat, and driving off, laughing thinking “Ain’t she something”.

Marching back into the house, huffing, the cheek of this man to call her a cow, just because she's against eating meat. Slouching onto the couch, urgh, he’s insufferable.At first she thought he was so nice, but hey if it looks too good to be true then it is! Sitting there tapping her foot, what the hell is she supposed to do now? She came here for advice and now she can’t even talk to anyone. Maybe she should call her mom, and then her sister, who rarely speaks to her, probably due to the fact that, she’s practically seventeen years older than her, then there’s her brother, they have a bit of a better relationship, but she always felt, as if she’s out of place in her own family, maybe because she’s the arty one, the only one who ever accepted her was her grandma, her love and care always felt so unconditional, her dad, always were a little softer and kinder than her mother, but only when mom didn’t see, he’d give her a hug, or a amazing pep talk, complimenting her art, or so on. Somehow it always felt like they were hiding something, but she just always shrugged it off.

After a while of drowning in her own thoughts she got up and strolled to her grandmother's room, remembering the letters on her bedside table. She took the one addressed to her with trembling hands. The whole room smells like her Memaw, she always had this one specific perfume, that she’d wear day in and out. She opened the letter, the first tear fell as she saw her grandmother’s handwriting… My dearest Kacie, my sweetheart, I know this would come to you as a surprise, but I kept my illness still. The only one who knew was Clay. He helped so much. I hope by now you have met him, he is a beautiful soul, a little rugged but a good man. I know your parents has always been hard on you, and I also know that you loved being on the farm, and how sad you were when they took you to the city, but sweetie, this farm is yours now, the paperwork is done and it's on your name, you can do with it what you want, but if you choose to stay, find a way to combine your art with this ranch okay, you have such an amazing gift, you enrich people with your art! And honey, please remember, don't cry long, cause there’s always reasons to celebrate life, find your joy my child, and always remember I love you, always and forever… your Memaw. By the end of that letter tears were streaming down her face… she had to reread it a few times, the ranch, the farm she grew up on, is now hers… but why? She has so many questions,... How does she break the news to her family?. How does she run a ranch? And why didn't the ranch go to her mom? Is this what she's supposed to do with her life? Can someone just tell her what she is supposed to do?

@jackles010378 @winchesterwild78 @angelbabyyy99 @bookishtheaterlover7 @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygirl @pia-bartolini @jdmorganz @jdms-flat-ass @jeffreydeamorgan @jeffreydaddydeanmorgan

#jeffrey dean morgan #franklin clay #love ain't pretty #nescaveckwriter #Spotify

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bruhhxiao · 5 months ago

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rant about mental health

(will be deleted in the future maybe)

I would like to apologize for my inactivity, I would like to apologize to those who are waiting for their requests but I want to reassure you guys that I’m working on them! Since I never made a post like this I would like to talk to you about my problem so you could understand the situation I am in.

I never had the chance to live with both of my parents. My father got arrested when I was 1 and 8 months old and was acquitted after nine and a half years, my mom was busy with work and rarely spent time with her and at the time she was an alcohol addicted. She left when I was around 8 and I lived with my brother with my grands. But I don’t want to annoy and the reason it might to take a while for me to post is because my father now lives with us with my grandma. Since he got out of prison he never spent time with us at all to the point he got to know a person, let’s call her Lady. Lady started to ask about my father before he was acquitted from my now passed away aunt. My father went to the point to get to know her even tho she had a boyfriend and lived together (basically she cheated) and from then our relationship was never healthy. She came to our house two time and the third one she promised to be the good one, my father sold the bedroom and kitchen and living room because they weren’t her liking to the point she would leave after 2 months leaving us with nothing.

My father promised to change path with that Lady and start a serious relationship, of course he lied, he can only lie and dated multiples woman to the point he wouldn’t spent a day with us, even Easter, he went to a girl house and she has 4 kids, he prefers others before thank us. This year my mental health got worse, I’ve been suffering with depression for years but never needed a shoulder to cry on because I thought I could handle it myself until yesterday. He started complaining about his wallet that “we” lost and it was early in the morning. I sleep on a couch while he sleeps in my grandmas bed and has no respect towards us at all. So I snapped and of course he had to compre me to my mother calling me a whore and more (even tho I don’t get out from my room at all). I got up and I threw something to him to the point we got into a real fight and in the end my family says is mostly my fault because a daughter should raise hands towards parents, even tho in the past he raised hands on me because of that Lady when were cleaning after dinner, even tho me and my brother weren’t even inside.

My auntie has been helping me since she raised us and toke care of us and she is even trying to find a job for me and pay lessons for me. So it might just take a while to post all the stories and etc.. but I’m working on them all so I could publish them fast. Hope I didn’t annoy with my stories and etc.. but I’ve been keeping this for years. And to all of them that live in a toxic, abusive, unhealthy family please get help. Don’t just ignore the situation because I did too because we didn’t have money to pay therapist. You can always ask to a relative because you’re the only one who can get yourself an out of this kind of situation.

send lots of love and if you want to talk I’ll check you out for sure because I don’t want anyone else live what I’ve been going through <3

I wrote this a few weeks ago, apparently my father got a girlfriend and has two daughters and one is 19(one year older than me) and other is 7 and I had to babysit this kid, which she doesn’t speak my language at all. I fell slightly better. So I’ll start work again!!! Please stay tuned<3

#my blog #menatl health #ghost fanfiction #ennead x reader #mental health #cod fanfic

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arminaneka · 2 years ago

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Tokyo Revengers parenting | Bonten members! Part 1

Character: Mikey

Theme:Fluff

Mikey: you don’t know if you trust Mikey with your child since that one that one time you told him to feed your daughter because you had to leave for work earlier than usual and he forgot. You were going out of town for a week and you had to leave your daughter with him because she would be a distraction for you. It was the day that you had to leave and before you left you looked at him and asked "Are you sure you can take care of her if you can't you can leave her with her grandma" I'm sure I can take care of her it can't be that hard after all you do it all the time" He said with a small smile. "Do you not trust me with C/N Y/N?" he asked generally confused, "No it's not that, anyways I have to go now make sure you feed her and put her down for a nap" You said while walking down your stairs outside your house and stepping into your car. “Bye I love you both” you said giving your biggest smile.

Mikey and C/N was hanging out in the living room she was playing with her toys and Mikey was just scrolling on his phone. Not long after long C/N started to get grumpy. She started making up her face and make crying noise. Mikey came to his scenes and thought that she was hungry so he went to the kitchen and made her a bottle, he went back into the living room and sat her in the sofa and gave her the bottle to feed herself ( she is old enough to hold the bottle and feed herself). After she was done eating Mikey took the bottle from her "Are you full my love" He asked sweetly she nodded a yes to him. She got up from the sofa and went back to playing with her toys.

A couple of more hours went by and Mikey gave C/N a bath he put her in some comfortable clothes and put her down for her afternoon nap. He went back into the living room cleaning up her toys and other thing. Sometimes later he called you “Hey baby is everything good?” He asked “yea everything is good here, are you guys okay?” You asked a little worried. “Everything is fine I just put C/N down for her nap and now I’m about to go get some sleep before she wakes up, I just wanted to check on you” He said while smiling. “Ohh ok well good to hear, I have to go now by I love you both” “love you too” he said and then hung up.

Now you felt silly because you thought that Mikey would forget to do everything he was supposed to do. Overall experience 7/10

#tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey x you #mikey x reader #mikey headcanon #mikey fluff #mikey x y/n #Anime fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey sano #tr mikey #mikey imagines

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thatdodoanonx · 3 months ago

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Hey Dodo!!

I haven't heard from you in a bit, I just wanted to check in with you and see how you are doing! I think about you regularly, and although I know it is a silly wish considering your circumstances, I hope you are doing well. And I hope that one day you will be safe and sound, and that that day comes soon.

I love you, truly

Hi everyone this not so quick update about my state, it has some heavy topics so I'm gonna put some trigger warning please keep that in mind and don't worry I'll get to everything eventually

TW: Suicide, Self Harm, COSA, Religious Trauma, Abuse

Now with that being said I wanna start by saying Hi, it's been almost a year since the whole thing happened, it was emotional rollercoaster but I can assure I'm still alive and start my journey to recover ❤️‍🩹

Did I leave home?

No but my mom got a promotion out of the town and I only see her once sometimes twice a week, she did try to make me move with her but couldn't because of college (I only got one year left YAY!!)

Is she still a pain ?

Yeah nothing changed about her she is still as controlling, she gave me back my phone but put a child lock on it so I won't be able to access any app except the ones related to college, and she gave me back my laptop (which I'm using to write this on it)

Ok now onto the heavy topics, I found myself relapsing into my old bad habit, cutting and biting myself until it bleeds I haven't done that since highschool,to put it blunt I didn't have irl friends or at least a support system, and metal health in my country is a taboo and being from a well known family in a small town isn't helping, so the idea of a therapy is out of the window, and being alone with my thoughts didn't help

And then my first attempting, idk why but I couldn't do it I guess I was scared, no one was home that day and even had razors but I couldn't. I was able to find my dad's old laptop and typed for suicide hotline and to my surprise there was. The lady on the phone helped me a lot because I was going through a bad panic attack. At the end of the call she told me to talk to my mom about it, she's a doctor after all and there's no shame in it, but come on now that's my we're talking about. I told her I'll try

Fast forward: I was visiting mom in the city she's working now at, the job comes with a free rental apartment, anyway me and her had a heart to conversation and me being the idiot that I am thought about it was opportunity to talk about some childhood trauma, it's painful to talk about it but don't worry I'm coming with the term that it wasn't my fault. (I'll highlights the next paragraph so don't have to read it if it upset you I'm writing it so u can understand the context)

I was a victim of COSA (child on child sexual assault) by my cousin who is the same age as me (we both were 7 at the time) , she unfortunately had an early access to internet and would show me sexual images. I told my cousin about the bulling I was going through school because I like a boy and said I would marry him (which extremely forbidden in my Religious school) so my bullies made a rumor about me being a loss child and I would going out which older boys, the rumors were so bad one of the teachers pulled me aside and confronted me about it, she knew I was a good kid so there was no way.

I told my cousin about it, I trusted her and what do you she did? That's right she blackmailed and told me I didn't do whatever she wanted she would tell my mom about my secret. So there I was me and her in a small room at our grandma's house, things happened I don't want to recall and I don't think I'll be able. no matter how I begged and cry, I just kept numbing myself until it's over, this still habit I have , one the thing I do to survive

I told mom about, my childhood trauma, my suicide attempt. she was understandly horrified, she tried to comfort me but this processed to say it was my fault that I let that happen, I told her I was scared and still a child

Then I told that I was messed up and need a professional help to which she said "we don't need that I'll fix you myself"

The next day me and her got into a fight over something stupid to which she as always had to pull the secrets I told her against me "Why don't you fucking kill yourself already? You said wanted to do it, huh? Now it's your time at least you'll save a headache" she said that in front of my brother

I know whenever she gets mad she would go so low but even that was low for her, that was the one time I trusted her with something so personal I never told to anyone and somehow she managed to shutter every lasting trust I had in her. Part of me still thought everything she would do was out of love, that was tough love and she only hurt me because she care but I guess at that moment truly open my eyes

I came to her that night and told her that what she said really hurt me and I trusted her with something very personal to which she dismissed and said "oh [name] me and you know well that you'll never kill yourself, you're too coward anyway"

Out of all the things she said to me that has to cruelest thing ever, maybe because part of me know she was right but I didn't think she would say it out loud

After that everything went blur for me, summer course I started to see her less and less. In the few weeks without her were strange to say the least. I come home and it's... quiet? No shouting, no yelling, no screaming no nothing. It was weird, I didn't know what to do with that quiet, I felt if I relaxed to much she might jump out of nowhere and scream at me, but I have to say it was nice, I felt like I can breathe? Like no one is watching everything I do waiting for me to make a mistake. It is not ideal she still come every week but honestly it's better than nothing. I started to write a little in my notes every now and then, I even started to draw again. Both brought me comfort, and I even allowed myself to make friends, it's not a big group but hey we get along. There's on in particular friend group I'm close to the most, she's lovely, keep talking and texting me to check, I gotta say it was a bit overwhelming but I'll never tell her to stop because that's how she shows she care

Life has been slow lately, same old routine but I'm more happy and more idk calm? I mean a few months ago I thought I won't be alive today and what do you know! I turned 23 two mouths ago (happy late birthday to I guess?) I think that is a good a step for me start healing, it won't happen over night but I know it will be worth it

Thanks to everyone on who still checking on me, I know it was a long update, but I'm thankful you took time to read it

I hope there's a next, see you soon

-🦤

#dodo talk #ask

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itsmeevie01 · 2 months ago

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tonight, I finally cried.

under the cut, i am going to go into more detail.

i live in Greene County, TN.

Thursday night I drove home in torrential rains, fighting to stay on the roads and trying not to lose my spot on the roads to a semi.

Friday, I started work like normal, lost power an hour in, and clocked out an hour and a half in. watched the clouds follow the mountains and tried to stay positive.

at this point all I knew was that the national parks had been evacuated sometime the night before. my grandpa was in the city getting a blood transfusion to help combat his Leukemia. late afternoon we go down to the river to check the levels. they are higher than I had ever seen them. dangerously so. we went home, checked on my diabetic grandmother, and charged our phones in the car. I started to contact family and tell them we are ok, just no power.

That evening we go back down to the river to check the levels. people in the neighborhood who live on the river roads are evacuating. the river has climbed again. as we watch the river rise, I see it take out trees. I wandered closer, and watched the power lines to the water intake station for the county go under. as we watch, one of the water commission guys says that without that station, we will run out of water, and soon. the water station is mostly under water already. hay bales are rolling down the river, and I choose to laugh to stave off crying. I don’t have time for that sort of breakdown.

My great aunt has been in contact once. They live 20 min away, and have power. No internet.

Throughout this time, I stay in contact with my mom. if everything goes to shit, she will be the contact point for the rest of the family. my grandpa and I rush home to start preparing to run out of water. he rushes to the store. Walmart is having a sale on flats of water. I fill up pots, pans, all the water bottles and vases I can find. the tub gets filled up. this is what will make sure we can flush toilets here soon. after I get my grandma started on the same thing upstairs, I run to the store and puck up more flats of water, and some gallons. just in case. my Florida training is coming back. I treat this like I am prepping for a hurricane. Grandpa comes back with water - I come back with water and nonperishable food. he hadn’t even thought about what we were going to do for food - remember there is no power.

That night we go back to the river. it has flooded the intersection and has reached the higher of the two river roads. we were told the river would peak at 3 am. later, as we listen to the radio in the car, our phones charging and the AC blasting, the county commission says we have two days’ worth of water for the county - our water intake facility is underwater and has no power. all the bridges in the county have been closed - they are either gone or need to be assessed to see if they will hold anyone’s weight. my grandparents go to bed at 10. the new peak is 1 am. I stay up until 2:30, reading on my kindle and sitting by a candle. the windows are open to combat the heat. every 30 min I take a lap around the house. I’m making sure the water isn’t going to reach us. at 3 am, I finally pass out in bed. I don’t sleep well, because I can’t get cool enough to sleep.

Saturday morning my grandpa gets it in his head we should go out for breakfast. he wakes me up at 11, ready to face the day. I fall asleep in the air-conditioned car, as he and grandma drive around and realize that all the restaurants are closed. I knew this was coming - we are on a conserve water order, and half the county has no power. we go to the Publix deli, and while the sandwiches are made, I pick up energy drinks. if I’m out of power, I can’t make coffee. I need the caffeine to maintain the level of energy needed when I have two diabetic grandparents who have never weathered a hurricane to take care of. we meander back home and watch the water recede. one of the houses, we later find out, had 8 ft of water. many others have lost everything in their basements. many sat outside their homes to defend against looters, even as they watched the water take everything.

I go to besties apartment. she is frantic with panic, worried that grandpa, grandma, and I have drowned being so close to the river. I assure her that we are safe. there is a flood plain that would have to fill before we got flooded. if that happens, we have bigger problems. she has power, water, and internet. I charge everything and submit all my assignments for school early. Washington county still has everything running like normal - I take her out to eat as a thank you. our leftovers will be my dinner.

My great aunt stops by while I am out – the barn, the owner, and all the horses are fine. No one can get out to them. my great uncle will try again tomorrow. They no longer have cell service at their house. They have food and are preparing to go without water.

when I get home, there is almost no light left. I put a candle in every room and open all the windows - it is still too hot for me. I pace through the house and call my mom again to check in. dad and I talk for two hours. it is a relief to not have to hold anything together. by this point I am scrolling through my least favorite apps - Facebook and Twitter (or x or whatever). there are calls for help. calls to look for the missing. questions about our neighbors in NC. worries about everyone who hasn’t been heard from since Thursday night. the Appalachian region is in chaos.

Sunday I sleep in then go back to doom scrolling on my phone. mid afternoon, I pack all my chargeables and head to another friends. her boyfriend is laid up on the couch. he just started chemo, and his hospital has been evacuated. he will have to go north for treatment on Monday. they still don’t know which hospital he will be at. his parents are stuck on the other side of the river. we don’t know if the bridges out there are stable yet or not.

I get a call from grandma- we have power again! this means power is restored to the water intake station at the end of our street. they can start working on replacing the pumps and work to get water back! as I talk to her I scroll through Facebook, again. there in back and red, I see the post - GREENE COUNTY IS OUT OF WATER ALL THATS LEFT IS IN THE PIPES. fuck.

I go home to see that we do, in fact have power again. after making sure I am prepared for when the water in the pipes runs out, I crash. I am running on fumes already.

I spend half the night throwing up into the sink. there is no water to wash my mouth out with or to wash down the sink. they are predicting we could be out of water for up to two weeks. I cant waste water on my chest being congested.

Monday, I wake up early. I water my plants and make coffee. now that power is back, I can do that. I check in on the upstairs crew. they are fine. grandma is sewing again, and grandpa has made a run to replace the food lost so grandma can cook for tonight. I put on makeup for the first time in almost a week. I put on nice jeans and a decent shirt. I pack all the empty water bottles into a spare reusable bag. I pack myself into the car and go to school Hella early.

I go and wash my hands with soap and water. I get coffee. I set up in the student lounge. I film my midterm for my grad program. I cannot allow my grades to slip during all of this. I have 100s in all my classes, and this will not stop me. we walk to grab food after we finish filming. we get back in time to set up shop for our six hours of class tonight. during our break I fill every single water bottle up. I wont have a chance again until Thursday. I see evacuated Tusculum students arrive on campus and look around. after class, I make sure I have everything I need and use the bathroom one more time and scrub my hands vigorously. I will be back on the hand sanitizer once I get home.

the drive home isn’t too bad. this morning 81 was a shit show. besties 1:15 drive took over 2 hours to get to school today. mine was full of people who were going 15 under in the left lane, and people who were trying to race. when I finally get home, I take the pizza I got near school and put it in the oven to reheat. I put my water supplies away and take out the trash. miraculously, the trash pick-up is still on for tomorrow.

I continue to scroll. there are reports and videos of TEMA telling people to go away. they are trying to confiscate donations and are trying to chase off volunteers. in the volunteer state. people from Canada have come to help, but our own government won’t even bother to let the people who want to help in. there are rumors that they are trying to ARREST the people who are using their own helicopters to survey damage, rescue others, and bring in supplies. one video I saw was a T1 diabetic receiving insulin via drone that a friend was able to fly to them. the only way things will be accessible is if we make them so. emergency response has decided not to help, the people of Appalachia have taken it on themselves.

I continue to scroll, and I see the video that finally makes me cry. Governor Ron DeSantis of FL has requested that all aid be sent to the WNC and ETN areas that have been affected. he states that FL has requested the aid they need. he said that the Appalachian region needs the help more. in his words "at least here we can get around on boats. they don’t even have that". I watch the video three times. I end up crying so hard that I almost make myself sick. I can finally feel the dread, despair, devastation, and fear that I have been pushing down for days. I start shaking so hard I have to go sit on the floor. I text my parents, and they start trying to rationalize TEMAs actions. I get so angry that I cry again. what can we even do, anymore.

I decide that I need to get this typed out, so that even as the world moves on, I can look back and point to this and say “look! Here we are! We are people too!”

My family is safe. I have power, and internet. I will be able to go to work tomorrow, and only lost 2 days of work. I can pick a few Sunday shifts this month to recoup the loss of pay. However, there are so many who are not as fortunate as my family is. Please keep our area in your prayers. We will not know the full devastation until moths down the road. This will affect us for years.

For all of you fuckers who keep saying that we deserved this. For all of yu assholes who decided that this was God, purging the world of hatred. For all of you who are demanding refunds from trips, or are insisting on coming to visit in the next few weeks.

STOP

This area is pulling together to take care of each other, because our governments can’t be bothered to give a flying fuck. I don’t give a dam how you voted in this past election. I don’t care how you will vote in this next election. Every life is one that deserves to be saved. Every person who suffers deserves compassion and understanding if you don’t understand this, then I have one thing to say to you.

I will meet you in hell. Even if I drag you there kicking and screaming.

Do not mascaraed as if this is somehow a way to “purge” the south. This is an area of poor mountain people. We did nothing to deserve your scorn.

there is already a high death toll. We don’t know how many actually died. If you cannot treat the people who live in these mountains with compassion, I hope that the things that live in these woods eat you alive.

below are pictures from the past few days:

Friday:

Saturday:

i know that we are so lucky that we are as safe as we are. there is more we will have to face, and the people in the rest of the area have it worse. but know this - we will not give up.

#eviespeaks #tennesee flooding #western north carolina #east tennessee #fuck TEMA #hurricane helene

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