Jeff Atkins x Reader Request:Babes can you do a jeff imagine where him and reader get into a huge fight before jess’ party and don’t even speak to each other in the party but reader goes for a beer run and gets into an accident. No deaths and all tho. Do something about him being jealous xxx Word Count: 1,465 A/N:Ugh after a tough week, here we go. I have finals next week and then I’m done! Except I’m going to summer school and looking for a job😭 But again, I’ll still have some free time! And I’ll have some free time over the weekend because I don’t have school Monday! WOOOO I’m excited lol. Also, sorry this took so long! :( Oh and, I’m gonna start tagging people in their requests now.😌 Warnings: None?😂 Italics = You, Bold = Jeff, Italicized Bold = Monty (Y/F/C) = Your favorite color
The relationship between you and Jeff Atkins had been really rough lately. Fortunately you guys had started off really strong, but in these short months it seemed that he was developing trust issues. In your eyes, it wasn’t necessarily that he didn’t trust you, it was that he was skeptical of the guys around you. Especially with Montgomery De La Cruz and Bryce Walker constantly hitting on you, he was worried that he would lose you. Time and time again you tried to assure him that there wasn’t anyone else and there would never be anyone else, but it didn’t seem to convince Jeff at all. His actions were really starting to aggravate you, so you decided to talk to him about it. You left your last period early to wait for Jeff outside of his last class. Whenever you had reached your destination, the bell had rung and the people inside the room started to file out. Jeff, as usual, was the last out of the classroom. Your boyfriend’s tall, lean body made his way over to you, with a small smile plastered on his face. He intertwined his fingers with yours and placed a peck on your cheek. Giving him a weak grin, you pulled him towards the exit of the school. “We need to talk.” The expression on his face fell, as he assumed the worst. When you had reached your car, you turned leaning against the automobile to face him. You sighed before finally saying more, “Do you want to break up?” Jeff’s eyes widened from your question, as he shouted out an immediate response, “No! Of course not. Why would you think that?” It was evident that he was shocked and hurt, but you felt that it was something that needed to be asked, especially with his actions lately. Playing with the hem of your shirt, you stared at the ground underneath you. “You don’t trust me Jeff, it’s so obvious that you don’t.”“So that’s what all of this is about? Seriously?” His tone of voice had angered you. Sure you’ve had this conversation many times, but this time the conversation had become way more strenuous. “This is important Jeff! Our relationship is suffering from this.” Scuffing, he ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth a bit. “You do realize that you spend more time with other guys than you do with me right? How am I supposed to feel?” You shook your head, knowing that his complaint was directed towards the fact that you tutor Monty. “For all I know, you could be cheating on me with him.”“Do you really think Monty would do that to you? Do you really think I would do that to you?” The tears that had formed in your eyes skimmed down your smooth skin. His comment had deeply pained you, but it confirmed the fact that Jeff didn’t trust you. Stepping around to the left side, you opened the car door. You gave him no time to respond to your question before saying, “Maybe we should take a break. I’ll see you later Jeff.” Getting in, you inserted the key into the ignition, pulling off towards home. It was evident that Jeff has made you upset, but you brushed it off, encouraging yourself to be happy so you could have a good time at Jessica’s party tonight. As soon as you’d gotten home, you rushed up to your room. Plopping face first onto your bed, you closed your eyes for a much needed nap. Upon waking up, you hopped out of bed and stretched your limbs. Quickly grabbing an outfit, you laid it out on your bed before going to get in the shower. You let the hot water run over your body for a while before getting out. It had been the most refreshing thing out of your whole day. You applied a little makeup then threw on a pair of jeans, with a (Y/F/C) top. The events from earlier flooded your head as you walked out of the door. You know there was a one hundred percent chance of seeing Jeff at the party, but no matter what you wanted to make sure you had a good time. The ride to Jessica’s was a pretty long one, you’d decided to take a different way to prolong the drive. Once you had gotten there, you strolled up to the door and walked in. You could tell that you had arrived later by the stench of alcohol and the apparent drunks that stumbled around. As you made a beeline to the backyard where the ping pong table was set up, you received a bunch of greetings from pretty much everyone. Being Jeff’s girlfriend definitely involved being around the majority of Liberty High, but you had grown used to knowing a lot of people. When you had gotten near the back area, there were a few individuals around playing beer pong, and you noticed Monty among the few. Giving him a small wave, you went off to sit in a nearby chair. You couldn’t get drunk because you were your own ride home, and you didn’t want to participate in the activities inside the house in fear of spotting Jeff. Being alone had really made you think more about earlier, which was exactly what you wanted to avoid. Seeing all these people around having fun made you want to do something reckless. Rising from your seat in hopes of finding something daring to do, you started to make your way in but bumped into Monty. “Sorry,” you mumbled, as you tried to move around his figure. “Wait,” Monty slurred and he gained a firm grip on your arm. The alcohol on his breath was very prominent and made your nose wrinkle. “Can you make a bear run for us?” Holding up a can, he shook it, showing you it was empty. “We’re out.” Sighing you agreed, partly because you had nothing else to do. Making your way back to the front door, you spotted Jeff in a game of suck and blow. It shouldn’t have, but it did hurt you, and of course you had only blamed yourself for his actions. Shaking your head, you jogged the rest of the way to your car, not wanting to linger on the scene any longer. Starting it up, you pressed on the gas a little too hard. Oddly enough the speed gave you the rush of adrenaline you’ve been seeking all night. You had arrived at an intersection, which you were almost positive there had been a stop sign there once. However, you Ignored the fact and continued. It was too late when you had failed to notice the other car bolting towards your side. The other vehicle hit you and the impact from the collision turned everything black. When you woke up, your vision was a bit blurry at first. Holding up an arm to shield your eyes from the harsh lights, you tried to sit up but couldn’t. Your whole body was in pain, and it was a struggle to move. Not to mention you couldn’t even remember what happened. You could make out a few bodies in the room, but couldn’t quite identify who everyone was. Feeling a squeeze on your right hand, you tried to turn your head. Growing frustrated, you tried to sit up again, but a hand on your chest stopped you. “It’s okay baby, stay down.” Easily identifying that voice as Jeff, you relaxed a bit. “W-what happened?” “You got in a car accident, you’re gonna be okay. Look I know we weren’t on good terms but if you were drunk then-” He stopped mid sentence and looked at you. “I’m sorry, you know I love you right? And I trust you, I really do. I promise when you get out things will be different.” Your attempt to chuckle sent you into a coughing fit making everyone rush towards your bed, but you waved a handing notifying them that you were okay. “I love you too Jeff.” You took this moment of silence to catch a glimpse around the room. Most of your friends were here, and it made you smile that you had people that cared about you. “So when do I get out?” Intensively staring at your boyfriend, he hesitated to respond. “They said it could be a few months. The doctors are surprised you even made it out alive, your injuries are really bad. I thought I was going to lose you.” You groaned, “That’s too long.” Jeff and a few others laughed, wondering how the time frame was the only thing you were currently worried about. “It’s no worry princess, I’ll be here every step of the way.”
Request:Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.
Word count: 1,406
“You said I was gonna be…” Jerome’s voice dies down and his heart slows down completely. “No! No. Come on Mr. J. Pull through. Come on Jerome. Come on! Stay with me you crazy thing!” I cry into his body.
I turn to see Galavan acting innocent and scared. “You son of a bitch!” I grab a knife and charge to him screaming. I’m unable to get to him when Babs grabs me and makes me follow her into the secret exit.
I cry as I run and as we come to a stop Babs holds me. “I know honey. I know it’s okay. Look. We can go shopping and get our nails done when we’re not wanted anymore! That’d be fun!” He says trying to cheer me up. It didn’t work.
A year later and I’m still moping around. Sure I’ve gotten back on my feet and gotten myself out there with the business, but it’s not the same. Not the same without J.
I look at myself in my mirror. I examine my red/black hair sectioned into two ponytails. My black and red corset hugging my body snuggle. my black and red shorts making my ass look incredibly sexy. The red and black knee socks on each leg topped off with one red converse and a black one. “Oh you’d love this look J. You always said red was my color.” I can almost hear his laughter.
I skipp up the street and giggle when everyone crosses the other way. I see a banner hanging in an alleyway. It has the eyes and HAHAHA! For the mouth. I’ve heard about this! It’s a tribute to Jerome!
Should I go? Yes! They would love to see me! Oh what am I thinking? No! It would hurt to much! Ugh so many choices!
Deciding against my fears and sadness I follow the sign and a few weird dressed people. I pull back the sheet and see a bunch of people chanting his name. Oh my Jerome has a true fan base! Oh he’d be such a proud daddy!
I look up to the front and see a man stepping down wearing a mask. Oh come on! This is Gotham! What kind of person wears a mask!
I look closer and see the details of the mask. The pale sink. The cute little curve of the lips… the red eyebrows… he’s not wearing a mask. HE’S WEARING JEROME’S FACE!
“Hey! What are you doing with Mr. J’s face?! That doesn’t belong to you!” I scream and make my way to the front. Gasps and laughs are faintly heard as I make my way to the man.
“You-you’re Harley Quinn. He- his beloved lover.” I smile and giggle. “Ah yes. But besides that! WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS FACE?!”
“Well I-” “GCPD! Nobody move!” Jim Gordon yells as he enters, and of course what does everyone do? Run.
I flip off the stage and walk to the gentleman. “Harley. What a pleasure.” Jim says sarcastically. “Always. Hello Harv.” “Evening darling. Care to tell us what this was?” I shrug my shoulders. “I’m clueless as you… HEY! How bout I help you out? I’m really good at finding clues! Oh come on please please please? I’m bored.” I say hugging to Jim.
He huffs and peels me off. “Fine. No funny business or we’re bringing you in.” Harvey says. “Oh yippie! Yay yay yay!” I giggle and tumble across the room. “Come along chaps!”
We look through the entire building until we come to the basement. “Ah… Harvey?” “Yeah partner?” I ignore them and keep playing with a rubix cube I found in this dump. “Why would he cut off his face?”
At this I drop my toy and run over to them seeing a body. A cold and handsome dead body. “Aw Jerome look at you. Faceless and still sexy. Can’t you just pull anything off?” I giggle and sit next to his body on the table.
“Harley do you know anything? You seem… normal.” At this Harvey laughs. “Doing fine. Just came to terms that he’s gone. I can always carry out his legacy. Obviously not as well, but I could!” “Right. Well how about you go home and wash your face, and we take this guy to the GCPD.” “Whoa! You mean I can’t come with you?” They look at me and shake their heads. “Aw man!” I huff and kick the dirt. “Guess I’ll just go shoplifting then. Been needing some new rags anyway. See ya fellas!” I wave and cartwheel out.
I walk back into the room and see a cop on the ground and blood dripping from his head. “What the-” suddenly I’m grabbed from behind with a hand over my mouth and a gun to my head. “Boo!”
I toss another piece of popcorn into my mouth and chew flipping through the channels. I flip past the news channel and see that man from before. The one with J’s face!
Jerome claps his hands after I tell him of his death and what has happened. “Well that is quite a story. Now tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great?” I scoff. “They’re a bunch of crazy lunatics.” “Ah my kind of people! I know you. Don’t I?” “Yep.” He steps slightly closer. “Did you and I ever…” he says with the gun at his crotch and thrust. “Ugh god no!” “Why? Gingers not your type?” “Why don’t you talk to Harley? I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate you asking that.”
He steps back a confused look painting his face. “Harley?” “Yes. Your girlfriend I assume. It’s never actually been said. You kind of always went along.” “Girlfriend… show me show me!” I point to a picture on the paper. “Got to say she a real trip. Always bouncing around.” “Ah. Harley Quinn. My Harley. Got to say red is her color.” He stuffs the paper in his pocket of the stolen cop uniform. “Now. One more thing. Where is my face?”
I balance on my beam while watching tv when suddenly the channel changes. I don’t pay attention and keep focusing on my handstand from 4 feet off the ground.
“Am I live? Am I on air? Can you hear me? Ah, screw it. Let’s do it. Hi.” I fall off the beam to the floor and scrambled to the tv. Jerome! Oh baby! He’s got his face back! Oh I love it!
“Some of you may know, I died.Uh-oh. But take it from me, death is dull but coming back that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Uh, Officer, you look terrible.” Jerome walks over to the man who took his face. “Hey, you got oh.” He pulls out a stick of dynamite from his ear making me laugh.
“Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight, Gotham do what you want.
Kill who you want. Hmm? And when morning comes you, too, shall be reborn. Oh and has anyone seen my Harley? Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I throw my arms up and spin around the room. I then sit patiently for him to walk in the door.
“Oh and has anyone seen my Harley. Cause baby I’m coming for you.” I laughs and skip out leaving Dwight to die. I skip to her apartment and compose myself. I look down and pick a flower. I twist the knob. “Honey. I’m home.” I say laughing. I feel two arms wrap around my neck and I hear her cute giggle in my ear. “Ah there’s daddy’s girl.”
She brings up a torch and flips it on. “Oh J your face! Did it hurt?” I lift her chin and smirk at her. “Not in the slightest. Whatcha think? How does it look?” She bites her lip and circles me taking in my appearance. “I think it looks a okay.” She pulls my tie to meet her lips. She plays with the ends of my hair and I grip her hips. “What do you say we go on a spree? Like the old days?” She places the police hat on her head and spins to the door. “Right this way Mr. J.” Oh it’s good to be back.
around, not quite sure if I need air, a shot of tequila, sleep for a year or
someone to slap me. I feel stupid, to be honest, like I was a freshman who is
starstruck by the senior quarterback. Tyler has got under my skin way too
easily and I don’t like it. I’ve always been hard to impress, way too sassy,
it’s difficult to keep my attention… and now I can only think about this guy I
met less than two hours ago and that I know nothing about.
walking around without direction I decide that it is time to find (Y/F/N) and
getting the hell out of here before I start banging my head against the walls
out of embarrassment. She is where she said she was gonna be, playing roulette
and being the life of the party.
Miss Luck! Take some risks!” The guy I assume it’s Jamie Benn is yelling at my
friend when I get to the table. God, I literally know nothing about the Dallas
Stars and I make a mental note to investigate about them tomorrow.
fun?” I ask her from behind, scaring her.
(Y/N)! Don’t do that! I could have die” She scolds me and I laugh, kissing her
you will live another day” I say, looking at the table “So, what’s your bet?”
“I kind of
want to go for a number, but there is no way I’m getting it, right?” She
it!” I cheer her and she pulls out her best smile before grabbing a couple $100
chips and putting them on the number 14.
at her closely and smirks “Good choice”
ball starts spinning around the roulette and I hold my breath, actually anxious
about my friend losing $200 on a game. It seems like it is taking forever for
the ball to stop and I can’t help but to shut my eyes before it does. I hear my
friend laugh and I open my eyes to see the ball on the number 30, right next to
the number 14.
meant to be” she says and I put my arm around her shoulders.
look bomb” I try to comfort her
that” Jamie says from across the table and my friend blushes until she looks more
like a tomato than a human being.
go?” She looks at me with puppy eyes and I realize that she is trying to not
think about all the money she has lost.
I nod and
we wave goodbye at Jamie as we walk to the elevators, ready to take a cab and
leave the casino. We donate all our chips on our way out and the lady gives us
tickets for the next home game” she explains and we just take them and walk
is quiet and my head can’t stop thinking about Tyler. I try to make a mental
list of all I know about him; he is a hockey player, he plays for the Dallas
Stars, he was drafted five or six years ago, he used to play for the Bruins…and
that’s it. I know nothing more of this guy. I have never been too interested on
the players’ personal lives, not even the Red Wings players, so I don’t know
where he is from, his family, etc… Maybe it is for the best.
feels shorter that it really is and before I know it I am home. I take my heels
off before climbing the stairs to my apartment. My feet ache and I’m quite sure
I have blisters all over my toes… ugh, gross.
apartment is small but cozy. It has a decent size bedroom, a bathroom, a small
kitchen, a living room and my favorite part, a nice terrace where I have a
small table and tons of plants. The color scheme is simple, light blue, light
grey and white. Everything is perfectly coordinated and my red dress doesn’t go
well with it, so I walk to my room and change to a pair of leggings and a white
sweater, feeling more like myself as soon as I do. Don’t get me wrong, I’m
comfortable with my body, but the dress was just too much for me…I’m more of a
pair of jeans and a nice top kind of girl. I walk back to the living room and
sit on the couch, pulling my white faux blanket over my body as I grab my
laptop from the coffee table in front of me.
gonna regret this, dum-dum” as I get in the browser and type Tyler Seguin on
thousands of websites talking about Tyler Seguin and I spend what it feels like
hours reading articles about him. Apparently, he is a good player but he is
also known for his love for partying. I keep reading, learning about his trade
from Boston to Dallas due for his attitude outside the ice and how it seems
like he has calmed down and matured since his arrival to Dallas. I smile
watching a video about his charity Seguin Stars, which is incredibly kind of
him. I might have watched the video of his ESPN body issue too, but I will deny
it if you ask me.
I yawn and
I realize that it is pasted 2am and I probably should head to bed sooner rather
than later but, as much as I love hockey, I didn’t start looking into him
because I wanted to know his stats so I push myself and I type girlfriend next
to his name and hit enter. I spend ten minutes scrolling through websites until
I shut my laptop and frown, feeling like the biggest fool on Earth.
would’ve bought you that drink”
sentence is playing on repeat in my head. I can’t believe that I didn’t come
back with something witty to say. Man, I can’t believe I didn’t even get her
number or instagram. God, I can’t believe I didn’t even ask her what her name
I hit the
wheel of my Ferrari with the heel of my hand out of frustration and I speed,
needing some sort of distraction from her. She knew who I was, but she wasn’t
impressed and that was refreshing. I’m too used to girls throwing themselves at
me and I just have to choose my favorite and the rest is done, but this
mysterious girl wasn’t having it. A challenge, I haven’t had one of those for a
I get to my
new house and park the car inside the garage before walking in through the door
that leads to the kitchen, where pair of happy labs greet me.
boys” I coo to my sons “have you been good?” as I push Cash away before he
ruins my Tom Ford suit.
me to the kitchen, where I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and get a
couple treats for them as an I’m-sorry-I haven’t-been-home gift. I walk
upstairs to my room, knowing that the dogs will follow me as soon as they are
done eating and walk into my closet, taking my suit off and hanging it next to
a couple of pieces of clothing that I need to take to the dry cleaner. I walk
to my bed and get under the covers when I hear the boys racing upstairs and
hooping on the bed, getting comfortable next to me.
are sooooo spoiled” I whisper to them and they just look at me like they own
the place. They probably do.
I turn to
my side, this girl still stuck in my head as I drift to sleep.
It’s been 5 months. 5 months since you died in your lovers arms. 5 months since.
When your body was brought onto the Castle, and shoved into a healing pod. They waited. Lance never left your side throughout that whole time, not once.
When Coran confirmed that you didn’t make it, everyone stopped. They stopped everything they did.
Pidge and Keith stopped their search because it was no use, you were dead. Searching for the one who killed you could get another member of the team slaughtered. What good would that bring?
Hunk stopped cooking only unless asked to. What was the point of cooking for fun when there wasn’t anymore around?
Shiro stopped pushing the Paladins to train as much before, they deserved a break, after what happened to you, everyone deserved a break.
Allura and Coran stopped sending the Paladins on dangerous missions. Though Coran designed new armor, one that covered all parts of the body. Thicker, safer.
Lance kept track of the days. And every year, on the anniversary of your death, he would stare at the stars and planets in the sky and cry. His tears would leave burnt skin behind as they shot down his face.
He dreams of you almost every night. Nightmare or not. He would dream of you smiling and laughing with him. He’d dream of the time you guys first met and what you’d look like at you and his future wedding. What you’d look like with your and his combined flesh and blood by your side.
He had nightmares of that day, the day he lost you. The day he invited you to join him and the others. That was the day he regretted it all.
Keith and Lance didn’t bicker as much anymore. In fact, Keith would check on Lance every night, knocking twice on his door and letting himself in, only to find Lance crying a little more than the night before. He’d sit on the bed. He wouldn’t even say anything, just sit beside him until Lance sat up and hugged him. Lance would sob, tears falling onto Keith’s shoulder, while Keith’s own tears seeped through his lashes and dropped onto Lances hair.
Keith checked on everyone now. As soon as the door to Pidges room opened he’d look at his feet. And listen to her slowly stand and walk to him, only to wrap her arms around his back and try her hardest not to grip too hard onto him.
Keith would check on Shiro and warn him to take it slow, don’t exercise too much, only for an hour or two. Shiro would nod, hug Keith, shut the door, and sign. Only to lay in bed and weep until his body shut off and he would reboot in the morning.
Lance was the one who checked on Hunk more than Keith did, Hunk was across the hall from Lance, so it didn’t require too much energy. But each time Lance opened that door, Hunk would sit up, lift his arm up and beckon Lance over to him. They’d sit beside each other, Hunk rubbing the sides of Lances arms, and listen to his cries and apologies.
Allura and Coran were the only ones who refused to cry in front of the Paladins. Staying strong was needed. Who else would stay strong if every paladin lost a part of themselves? They could barely stand without you. Luckily, they battled as though you were there, that’s only because they’ve started battling for you.
“Paladins!” Alluras voice rang through the comms. Beckoning them to see her. And when they did, they sat at the long table and ate what Hunk had cooked for them.
“You’ve been having a tough time with each other when it comes to forming Voltron. It reminds me of when you first came.” Her voice echoed through their ears. Keith was the first to speak.
“We’re sorry princess…” He mumbled, staring at his empty plate with his head down.
“Would you like to do a training exercise? Only one of course, I can’t push you too much and it’s very late.” She forced a smile, folding her hands together.
Allura got a few “Yes”’s and “Sure”’s from them. Yet she didn’t stand, that confused them of course because they thought they’d be fighting gladiators or going through mazes as they did the first.
“What’s it like?” She murmured, playing with a utensil nearby and looking solemnly at it.
“What do you mean, princess?” Shiro asked, eyebrows drawing close together as he frowned.
“What was it like when you lost her? I didn’t really know her all to well. So I genuinely wasn’t affected as much as you all were. I’m simply curious.”
“It was horrible, Allura, absolutely terrifying. I don’t ever want to go through that again. I wasn’t there when it really happened, but just that fear of seeing her….I- It was so, so scary.” Pidge spoke, her voice low and wavering.
Keith agreed, rubbing her back from beside her as he described the dread he felt. Almost everyone did.
“Lance?” Shiro tilted his head, leaning a bit toward him. His head was down.
When Lance looked up, his face showed exactly how he felt, his cheeks were clearly red as well as the areas around his eyes. A storm of tears came from them as they flickered toward Allura.
“Can you tell me more about her? I- I really didn’t know her at all. I’d like to know, very much.” She made contact with Lance once, only to look down right away as his gaze bore into her.
The others refused to answer for Allura, perhaps another time. But this was something Lance should do.
“I met her in, uhm, 3rd grade. I moved there when I was really little and I remember becoming really good friends with her.” He paused, breathing in deeply.
“Her mom, wanted her to be a doctor. She wanted to be a biologist. She studied in the medical and biology field, that’s why I brought her.” He laughed a bit, wiping away his tears as he leaned sideways in his seat.
“She left once, I remember, in 6th grade I think. She came back in 9th at the Garrison and oh my gosh she was so gorgeous. She grew, obviously, got a bit taller but she was still shorter than me, told her so too. Ugh she hated me for that.” He smiled a bit, his eyes drifting off.
“Her favorite color was Purple, then Pink. But when she came back it was (F/c). I remember getting her a bunch of balloons on her birthday in Pink only for her to tell me she didn’t like that color anymore. My mom adored her, same with everyone in my family. They thought she was the cutest most sweetest thing and I couldn’t agree because I would get a lifetime of teasing but now I regret it.” He choked out the beginning of a sob, his breathing becoming deep.
“I regret it because I should have loved her sooner, y'know? She deserved absolutely everything, everything in the whole entire universe. And the one thing I couldn’t give her was me because I was so scared and set on the fact she only liked me as a friend. And now, I regret it even more because if I hadn’t been so in love with her she wouldn’t have come with us, I was absolutely selfish. She could be safe right now! It’s all my fault!” He stood, slamming his hands onto the table. No one said anything, they only flinched.
“She could be alive, safe and sound in her home, maybe with my family probably comforting them because she was so good and nice. I have to be the one to go home and tell her mother and father that’s she dead! She’s dead and it’s all my fault because I was stupid and selfish and in love with her! I think about her…every. Single. Night. If she had lived we would be so fine, we would be absolutely happy and fine and great and I would’ve been going back to Earth with her. I could’ve married her and had kids with her and now I can’t.” His voice has risen in the beginning but dropped as quick as his heart had, he collapsed to his knees and lay his head on the table and wept.
By the end of his long rant, the room was silent. Lances cries were the loudest. He sobbed loudly like a child who didn’t get what they wanted.
The others wept as well. Coran stood behind Alluras chair, standing tall and holding it in so much but they still slipped out, he stared ahead and didn’t move a muscle.
Pidge had her face in her hands, tears peeking through the cracks of her fingers and soaking her hands. She shook with sadness.
Keith bawled, mumbles and sobs would occasionally come from him as he let all of his emotions out, letting them land in his lap, for all to see.
Shiro and Hunk cried silently, staring as their tears fell as well, Hunk wiped his away. Shiro did not, what was the point of getting rid of them if they weren’t going to stop coming?
Allura stood, going toward Lance and kneeling beside him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face into the side of his neck. The others joined. In a large, large group bonding exercise.
“She sounds wonderful. She is wonderful.“ Allura murmured, her and all of their tears mending together, stitching and sewing their hearts back together. Mending the broken hearts you left behind in an attempt to save them all.
Alec and Magnus travel to the Maldives Islands for some much needed rest and relaxation. Their alone time gets interrupted by something unexpected. Alec is full of sass and Magnus is his usual magnificent self. Basically, just these two lovebirds in paradise.
It was amazing how everything was better on vacation, even the coffee tasted better in paradise. Alec stood in the doorway to the deck of their overwater villa. They had been keeping the large sliding glass door opened all the way, so that the indoor and outdoor spaces merged into one. Even at night, there was no need for privacy, the only thing as far as the eye could see were the crystal turquoise waters of the Indian Ocean and a blue sky filled with puffy white clouds. They were but a few steps away from water so clear you could see all the marine life below, as your feet settled into soft white sand. It was a stunning sight, but even the idyllic scenery had nothing on the sight that was currently capturing Alec’s attention.