Simp Squad Oneshots

Just Believe (Not a Cat Poster) (Morrli)

alirxi I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE NEXT-

So this is essentially a oneshot about Morro getting out of a correctional facility and Ali going there to pick him up 😂

Also, if anyone's wondering, yes, I'm promoting self-love and acceptance through these oneshots LOL I'm becoming some sort of a weird cross between a Jesus follower, a life coach, and a fitness guru, and it's...interesting :p

AND PLEEEEEASSSSSSSE TELL ME IF YOU DON'T LIKE HOW YOU'RE PORTRAYED IN A ONESHOT! Sometimes, I feel like a low-key read way too much into people!

***(Ali's POV)***

I pull into the nearest public lot and select a parking spot, slamming on my brakes. Tires squeal and my car lurches. My skull thwacks back into my headrest.

Three months. He was in prison three months, I couldn't even bear to visit him, and now I'm stuck picking him up.

We're broken up. Why did he even try calling me to come get him?

Because he knew I'd come. After all, I'm here, aren't I?

I slam my car door open and shove both feet onto the smoldering blacktop, pain spearing up through my left heel at the force of the impact. I've always been a stellar student, but I suppose I temporarily forgot Newton's Third Law - every action is met with an equal and opposite reaction. And the earth reacting to the force I applied with my foot hurts.

I compose my mouth, twisted in a pained scowl, and primly close my car door. I start to walk away, professional heels click-clacking against the ground, before I remember that I need to lock up my vehicle. After all, this is the shady side of Ninjago City.

"Why does he have to be so stupid?" I mumble, removing my keys from the pocket of my pressed cardigan. "He has a great mind - great potential." I pat my pockets for a tissue, then swear softly as I realize I forgot my Kleenex stash in the car (***okay, what brand of facial tissues do YOU all use?!***).

So instead, I swipe the back of my hand under my nose and hope nobody sees.

"Why did he think selling drugs was a good idea?" I swallow, marching straight for the facility's door. "He knew the mayor's anti-drug policy. He knew the consequences. He knew - "

Someone shoves past me, and I'm jumbled out of my anxious thoughts. I glance behind me to see a young woman grin and flip me the bird. She looks like a regular teenage girl, minus the fact that her neck is covered in hickeys.

I scowl at her, trying to resist a few choice insults. I'm here to get Morro, not to make trouble.

But then, Morro is trouble.

The girl laughs - a deep belly-laugh enhanced with the scratchiness of cigarette-use - and points her middle finger straight at me. "What are you doing here, Miss Hoity-Toity?" she challenges, t-shirt tightening over her muscular shoulders.

I huff. I do a power yoga class four days a week at my local gym. She's not the only tough one here.

"I'm picking up an old friend," I reply, planting a hand on my pencil skirt-clad hip. "And I suppose you just got off a six-month sentence?"

She hitches a shoulder, placing her hand by her side. "Nah. I just like to play tease with the staff until they let me see my boyfriend." She wiggles her eyebrows.

"O-okay." Nice to know she has ways of getting what she wants. "Well, if that's all, I should be getting inside. I don't want to - "

"Those earrings look expensive," she cuts in, nodding toward me.