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5sosxqueen · 1 year

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Luke's Surgery

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~Part 4~ , Part 5 >

much to say about this one. The only thing is Mashton.

Warnings: A interband romance relations between Michael and Ashton, concussion mention, hospital, vomiting/emeto

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Feb 23, 2018

Word Count: 2271

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!!

Part 4:

Luke's POV:

"Knock, knock..."

"Come on in." I yelled groggily.

"Good morning, Luke. So I managed to get your surgery scheduled for 10:45am today. I suggest calling and telling anyone you feel should know, anyone who is be giving you a ride, perhaps. How are you feeling?" The doctor asked.

"Um, well, I can tell I'm alive." I smiled slightly. "I still feel pukey, my ankle is both burning and feeling like I'm being stabbed, I still have a killer headache. So, all in all, as you can imagine, I feel wonderful..." I chuckled.

"I bet you do." Laughing at my sarcasm. "Do you need anything before I leave, besides anything to eat or drink... You can't have anything at least 6 hours prior to the surgery. Which it's been around 10 since you have, so that isn't a problem. You are scheduled for your pre-op in 30 minutes."

"I'm good on everything for now, but I did have a question." I looked down feeling a bit awkward at what I was about to ask.

"What is it Luke?" He asked.

"I'm getting discharged after my surgery right?" He nodded. "Would there be any trouble if I took about 10 of these?" I held up the sickness bag, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Of course you can Luke. That's not a problem at all. We get thousands of them everyday. You have nothing to worry about. Now I'm going to let you have some rest before the surgery. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." He smiled before turning around and leaving the room.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was being tapped on the shoulder by my surgeon. I jumped and she chuckled. "Sorry about that Mr. Hemmings. I'm Dr. Gadiva. I'm your surgeon. I will be operating on your Achilles today." I wiped a hand across my face, discovering the drool I had dribbling down my chin. Which I quickly wiped off.

"You don't have to apologize for waking me... I must have dozed. And please call me Luke." She smiled.

"Of course Luke. So to explain a bit on what I am doing, I will be making an incision in the back of your calf and then I will stitch the tendon back together, but if the tendon is degenerated at all, I will have to remove the damaged part of the tendon and repair the rest of the tendon with stitches. If there is severe damage to a lot of the tendon, I might replace part or all of your Achilles tendon. This is done with a tendon taken from another place in your foot. Do you have any questions Luke?"

"How long will the surgery be? And also what are some things that I would need to look out for?" I asked.

"The surgery is usually 30 minutes to an hour, but it can be longer depending on the severity of the injury. Well, your own risks may vary according to your age, the shape of your foot and leg muscles and tendons, your general health, and the type of surgery done, but generally we tell everyone to look out for excess bleeding, nerve damage, any signs of infection, blood clots, wound healing problems, calf weakness, and continued pain in your foot and ankle. You will also be in either a cast or walking boot for around 6-12 weeks. You don't have to remember all of this. You will get a paper with all of rhe information on it." I nodded, thankful that I'd be getting something with all of this on it because there would have been no way in hell I would have rememered all of this. She looked at the clock in the wall and snapped her head back toward me. "OK Luke, are you ready?"

"As ready I'll ever be." I sighed out. I wished I called one of the guys and told them about this. I felt bad leaving everyone in the dark, but yet again weren't they doing that to me?

She and a small team wheeled me into the OR and the anesthesiologist covered my face with a mask, telling me to count down from 10. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6-" I mumbled as my eyes slowly shut, allowing me to fall into darkness.

Calum's POV:

I decided to call Luke to see how he was doing, riding through the guilt I had been feeling as I pressed the call button, only for it to ring through to voicemail.

"Luke please don't be angry... I'm so sorry for pushing you away. I'm so sorry for causing you to fall down the stairs. I love you, please, please call me so I know you don't hate me. I owe you an explanation." I looked over to the clock and saw it was exactly noon. 'He should be awake... I guess I'll go down there if I can't get ahold of him in an hour.'

I went to fix myself something small to eat for lunch and I watched some telly. I was flipping channels when I suddenly heard something on the news that peaked my interest. "5 Seconds if Summer's Michael Clifford and Ashton Irwin were caught early hours in the morning this morning, leaving a crazy house party, holding hands. As you can see from the video here, Ashton suddenly reaches over and pulls Michael into a surprise, yet very steamy, kiss... What we want to know: Was it from being under the influence of alcohol? Or is our favorite drummer falling for his younger band mate?"

"Oh shit... Did I see and hear that right?" I pulled my phone out and immediately called Ashton.

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C- Calum, A- Ashton

A- "Hey Calum! What's up?" He answered very enthusiastically.

C- "Ashton where are you? What are you doing right now...?

A- "I'm with Michael... Why? Is everything ok? Is Luke alright?"

C- "I haven't been able to get whole of him, but that's not why I'm calling. Were you and Michael leaving a party around 5-7 this morning?"

A- "Uh... Ya why...?" He looked over to Michael with a terrified expression on his face, making Michael freak.

C- "Dude... Fuck, this isn't good... You kissed Michael? And held hands... Right?"

A- "H-How did you know about that Calum?" He asked as color drained from his face as he began to panic.

C- "Oh God Ash... It's on the news... Man the whole world probably knows!" I yelled at him unintentionally. "How the hell will management cover it up?"

A- "I-I don't know..." He sighed letting a couple of tears fall. I hung up the phone, needing to think for a minute. 'God Ash, you guys really fucked up... What's going to happen to the band?' I sighed heavily, deciding to call up Luke again.

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C- Calum, L- Luke

L- "Haheh Cally-Poobear! Hi... I miss you... Where are you Cally-Poobear!" He shouted, sounding heavily medicated.

C- "Uhhhh, hi Luke.... I'm at home are you ok...?" I asked feeling semi disturbed by the sudden nickname and the way he was slurring his speach.

L- "They, they cut me open... They... Took my ankle out... Huhaha. I feel weird Calum..." He yawned loudly in my ear and I had to hold the phone away from my ear slightly.

C- "Ok bud, how about I come for a visit would you be alright with that?" He let out a loud squeal. I was more than confused by what he meant by "They took my ankle out..."

L- "CALLY VISITS HMMM! Yaaayyy!" He yelled causing me to jump.

C- "I'll see you in a bit buddy." I hung up the phone grabbing my jacket and keys, although our car was out of commission.

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I got to the hospital in around 30 minutes, due to idiotic taxi drivers. I was ushered up to Luke's room and was slightly still upset and guilty about Luke being here.

"Hey Luke... How you feeling?" I asked as I walked into the room.

"Calum! Hey, I didn't know you we're coming." He exclaimed, causing me to give him a questioning look.

"What do you mean? We just got off the phone like half an hour ago." His mouth formed an "o" and he slowly nodded.

"I was fucking high as shit... I had just gotten out of surgery for my ankle." He looked down, his face turning bright red. "I apparently flirted with a male nurse, thinking he was a woman for some reason..." I couldn't help, but bust out laughing at the thought of a very straight Luke, unintentionally, flirting with a guy.

"DON'T LAUGH! Ugh... It's embarrassing enough without you laughing about it." He wiped the back of his neck feeling insanely awkward.

"Sorry, sorry." I wiped a fallen tear from my eye and smiled at Luke. "You were high so it's not like it was intentional. Besides, I wouldn't judge you if that were to ever happen without you being high. Just saying."

"Won't happen." He laughed and shook his head. I chuckled an then my face dropped a bit. "You alright Cal?" I looked up at him.

"What?" I asked him, not realizing I had gone silent.

"Are you alright? You got quiet suddenly and I watched you go from laughing, to suddenly mopey and, seemingly, depressed." I looked over at him and felt the sting of tears pricking in my eyes and watched as him face softened. He held out his arms and said, "Come here Calum... Tell me what's wrong." As he held me.

"I feel so guilty... You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me... I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I sobbed heavily leaning into his embrace and his grip on me tightened. "I-I-I pu-pushed you-you away Lu-Lu-Luke... If I had just agreed to check your foot out-"

"No, Calum look at me." I did as he told me to, looking into his eyes. "Nothing that happened the other night was your fault. Don't blame yourself for something neither of us could control." He explained, making me sob harder. He sighed and pulled me back into the big, letting me cry.

I felt myself growing queasy again as I continued to weep. Luke was trying, in vain, to calm me down, but I just couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Soon enough I was having a full out anxiety attack. "I-I can-n't bre-eath..."I rasped out, trying desperately to catch a proper breath.

"Calum, hey you need to calm down. You're going to make yourself sick." I nodded.

"Al-already feel s-sick." I stammered and he reached over for the sickness bag that was on the bed table. I shook my head slightly. "I don't w-want to be si-sick again..." His eyes widened.

"I know Calum... Come on take deep breaths for me, you can do it." I took a shakey breath and went to breath out, only to gag.

Luke's POV:

I thrusted the bag under Calum's chin, upon hearing him gag. "Let it out, you're ok." I said as I rubbed his back with my free hand, trying to prepare myself for the scene. I was still feeling unbelievably sick myself so I hoped I could get through this without puking myself.

His body shuddered forward with the force of a dry heave and I internally cringed. I closed my eyes as he brought the contents on his stomach shooting into the bag. He spit several times and took the bag out of my hand. "I'm- *cough* sorry Luke." I shook my head keeping my eyes screwed shut as I felt my stomach twist. "Are you ok...?" I shook my head again and opened my eyes slightly and reached the unopened bag on the beside table. I quickly opened it up as I began to breathe heavily and my mouth filled up with nasty tasting salivia that I could not bring myself to swallow. I found myself vomiting for the 5th or 6th time since I've been here.

"Ah, I see the nausea isn't giving you a break..." My doctor said, appearing suddenly and scaring the living shit out of both of us. He chuckled and apologized. "So, I'm going to be giving you a bit of medicine and then you are free to go. I have some antibiotics and anti-nausea meds for you, here you go." He handed me the meds and I threw them back, downing them with a gulp of water. "Ok, here are your discharge papers. Come back if you see any sign of infection. Change the dressing every other day and make sure to keep it clean." He smiled. He quickly taught me how to use my crutches and shook our hands.

I got ready and made sure to grab my ten bags. "So to be quite honest I do not want to see Michael and Ashton..." I told Calum as we left my room and headed toward the elevators.

"Uhhhh yaaaa, about them... Let's just say Mashton is now a thing..." I looked over to him with an unreadable expression.

"WHAT!? I'm not against it, but is that what they have been doing while I've been here???" He nodded and told me about the conversation he had with Ash and the news broadcast. "I can't believe that... Why couldn't they have at least waited to make sure I was ok?" I asked as we stepped out of elevator and walked toward the front doors.

"I don-" Calum went to respond only to get cut off.

"LUKE! CALUM, OH MY GOD... HI!" Someone suddenly screamed running up to us.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #emeto #calum 5sos #vomit sickfics #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos

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dizzydispatch · 6 months

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Adjustments

Training began in earnest on November 13th. I was scheduled for a few rotations of morning shifts, 0700 to 1500. Then I'd do a few rotations of the eves, 1500 to 2300, and then my last two rotations would be overnights, 2300 to 0700 the next morning. If all went according to schedule, I'd be signed off on December 16th.

The purpose of staggering them like this, Kara told me, is to help ease the transition to night shifts. For her, adjusting to the overnights back when she was new had been a struggle. Taking her advice, I began to push myself to stay up later and later after evening shifts, forcing my body to adjust to being awake all night and sleeping during the day.

At first, it was hard. With everything closed and my roommate asleep, I spent the first two or three nights after getting off at 2300 (11 PM, to the uninitiated) creeping around the house as silently as I could, reading books and drinking coffee until the early hours of the morning, when I could fight the exhaustion no longer. Then I'd drift off into a fitful, restless sleep until the sunshine beckoned me out of bed again.

Self-doubt crept back in. I was starting to wonder if I was fighting a losing battle, if maybe Reg hadn't known all along the infallible truth: that I wasn't cut out to be a dispatcher. But the others, Kara and the supervisor and Dean-- the sometimes-cranky but always supportive third full-timer-- never lost hope in me. So I made a game plan.

First, I attacked the issue of the bright daylight hours robbing me of any good sleep. I bought blackout curtains and a sleep mask, added a pair of expensive soundproof headphones to my Amazon wish list (promising myself I'd buy them with my first overtime check), and a few days' supply of melatonin. Then, I found the nearest 24/7 gym. By the time I staggered in after my evening shift, the gym would be nearly empty. I'd stay from around midnight until the first few early-birds began to straggle in, between 4:30 and 5:30 AM.

The exercise helped me a lot, as I soon realized that I wasn't just adjusting well; I was thriving. Keeping active left me more focused, in higher spirits, and eating better. I probably shed a few pounds too, something few if any can claim came about as a result of a dispatch career.

On the treadmill, instead of listening to a book or gazing vacantly at the TVs with their endless silent entertainment, I set up a map of the town, or printed copies of local policies and procedures. Between reps on the machines, I'd flip through Quizlet sets of town cops and their badge numbers, and put in order the list of tasks necessary during a working fire call.

Thanks to Gabe, I had a scanner already programmed with the police and fire radios. He'd also introduced me to an app that gave me access to many of these channels live on my phone. I focused on the different voices I heard, learning to recognize the ones I'd be communicating with most at work. The "radio-ear" I'd started developing at Reg, I now fine-tuned. In an emergency, there wasn't time to be constantly asking, "What did they just say?"

I was ready. One month, six work rotations, and I was ready. In the end, Gabe was right. All I'd needed was the right kind of support. When December 16th finally rolled around, I went in with full confidence that I could do it, that I'd been adequately trained for any situation that might arise.

There was only one concern: overnights were slow, and if, for my last shift, the dispatch supervisor didn't see me handling any actual emergencies, he might decide he couldn't sign me off tonight. The last three overnights had seen a combined total of one 9-1-1 call, which turned out to be accidental, and a handful of traffic stops.

But fate must have been on my side, if not on the side of the elderly woman who called 9-1-1 to request an ambulance for her husband. The supervisor, halfway through my processing of the call, actually said, "I could walk out right now and go home."

That was it. On the morning of December 16th, I walked out with the stamp of approval of the dispatch supervisor, and two days off to enjoy before I started working the desk alone.

The next night, Gabe and I toasted with a bottle of champagne I'd been holding onto in hopes of this very occasion, and he gave me a "graduation" present. It was a custom-made Dispatch polo and a glittery gold travel mug that had my name emblazoned on one side, while the other proudly announced: 9-1-1 Dispatcher.

"I've been holding onto it since Regional," he told me, his smile so full of pride that I couldn't help grin back. "That's how sure I was that you'd be successful, if not there then somewhere else. Somewhere that supported you."

"They surely do here," I admitted, hugging him a bit tighter. "And I couldn't be more grateful to them, or to you."

#911 dispatch #911 dispatcher #dizzydispatch #dizzydispatch911 #dispatchdiaries #adjustments #911 dispatch hiring process #911 dispatch training

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keefwho · 24 days

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April 08 - 2024 Monday

10:56pm

6.5/10

This morning I skipped cleaning because I wasn't too convinced anything needed cleaning. I regret this because I feel bad skipping out on a chore like that. Something could have been tidied, I know the toilet needs it for example. I wish I had buckled down and done it, I intend to tomorrow to make up for it. For breakfast I made a rice stir fry using spam, onions, peppers, and an egg. It turned out pretty good.

For work I warmed up with more torsos, focusing on the waist. I worked more on 57's commission and am a little disappointed with how the colors came out but they think it looks good so thats at least part of what matters.

After work I did my workout, I almost did the full 4 miles before my 1:30 cutoff time. I couldn't see the partial eclipse today because it was too cloudy. Mom told me some crazy shit regarding the eclipse, saying it's some kind of sign that the US needs repenting or something. I almost said something to her about it but I chose to only do that if she somehow drags me into it or asks for my thoughts. Otherwise I'll just listen.

For lunch I made the best salami sandwich I've ever made. I cooked everything perfectly and it tasted great.

During my afternoon work I spent my time in TK's server while she, her friend, and boyfriend played PoE together. They thankfully weren't only talking about the game so I actually got to chat with them. This really old game called Douchebag Workout 2 came up which I didn't expect anyone to know and one of the guys started playing the old flash game and screen shared it. I took a long time on today's request, partly because it had a lot of specifics. Then I worked on a meme pic for DS a little before I had to get ready for therapy.

In therapy we talked about how I've been reaching out to others and expanding my social network. He also asked me some important questions and basically validated the kinds of things I've been thinking and plans I've been making, ensuring me that it sounds like a good idea.

After therapy I joined AE and his friend and watched them play games while I worked more on that meme. I left when DS was ready to work on her fursuit. I finished drawing and winded down by watching the furry con videos she had playing. We also watched a little EAH and MH content.

In bed we did our puzzles ez, read a really long MH chapter, and played KH2 as usual. We talked about some things and I got something off my chest that I needed to for awhile. I actually told my therapist earlier about doing that and I didn't think it would happen so soon. I needed it though, that was for my sake. After she fell asleep, I started writing a bunch of stuff down that I need to talk about in the future.

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Today I did well when thinking about defusion. I've started imagining my thoughts in Donald Duck's voice sometimes and it does the trick. It also feels appropriate because in Kingdom Hearts he is one of the main good guys but has been a bit hostile and problematic in the past. My automatic thoughts aren't "bad", but they sure can be unhelpful sometimes. I did a good job being able to focus today. I also just feel kinda good about myself, expressing my thoughts and needs without fear because I know they are valid and that ultimately I'm trying to do whats best for me and the people around me. There is nothing to be ashamed of there, I define that as the mark of a well rounded person.

#journal #diary

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alecsnotalex · 8 months

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Hello, world. Me again. I feel like a good sign of me not being too depressed anymore is when I barely get to journal. But that sucks, because I don't want to look back here and only see depressing shit. And also, I want to actually keep a journal so that I'm gonna do.

Today was a good day. I started my day early, at 4 am. I woke up, and decided I wanted to finish my reading, and so, I did. I finished my reading on Helfert for my COMM 410 class. Finished around 6:20, and then I skated to work. I only worked three hours today cause we're back to working 19 hours, so I worked til 9:15 and it was a good shift. Not too busy, and we're training new people too.

So after that, I went home, borrowing a laptop with me. I took an hour nap, and afterwards, I woke up around 10:30, made some carbonara for me and Lorran. Today was a busy day for him too, and yesterday, he worried a lot about not being able to go to caf to eat at all, so I also made him 3 musubis. I love making food for him.

At 1:00, we headed for the library, and I renewed my laptop, and Lorran had to go to work. At 1:30, I headed to class, and had a great discussion, although I liked COMM 251 a lot better. But overall, it's still good. I am happy I got to read the reading material fully before the start of class, and I plan to do it again later.

After class around 2:30, I went back to the library, and I tried to study, but to no avail. I guess I was just too tired, I met with Lorran a bit and bummed around the library for 2 hours. Taleah and Kaleigh were inviting me to go to the beach, but I didn't feel like going because I had to work on my presentation on Musser for Thursday. So I told them I couldn't, and then went home at 4:30, taking a nap til 7. Around 7:30, I woke up and tried to work on things at the hale comlab, and at 8, I chatted with Taleah and Kaleigh on instagram, and found out it was Kaleigh's birthday!

Around 8:30, Taleah and Kaleigh came and brought smores cookies and rice and chicken which was perfect because I fell asleep hungry and woke up hungry. Kaleigh went home around 9:30, and I stayed with Taleah walking around and chatting til 11:11, we also saw Isa and chatted.

It was a fun day, although I wish I got to say goodbye to Davis' dad and brother, and I wish I got to spend more time with Lorran. But that's okay.

The only thing I need to do, is get the reading done for Musser and take notes. Then wake up again at 4:30 later to spend 1 hour each on readings on POSC350 and POSC358.

Til then,

I am still alive. Surviving.

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5-seconds-of-bucky · 3 years

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Kisses

A/N: Okay, so let’s pretend that Bucky didn’t blip 😉 That is the job I am trusting you with as you read this, dear reader (especially during a certain part, but you’ll get there when you get there) Also, please ignore my lack of original concepts, as I am well aware that I used this similar concept for a Shawn fic a while back (I promise this version is quite different and much better written) Anyways, happy reading! :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Avenger!Reader

Summary: Different types of kisses throughout you and Bucky’s relationship

Word Count: 4.3k+ (oof, much longer than I intended. Sorry, friends!)

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets stabbed, mentions of blood, mentions of pregnancy, (brief) mention of death (nobody actually dies)

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The First Kiss

It was quiet as the two of you walked down the hallway, save for the occasional sounds of Bucky’s boots scuffing on the linoleum. Whether it was because you didn’t want to wake up anyone else in the compound this late at night or because there was nothing left to say, you weren’t sure.

After months of longing looks and nervous conversations (and a bit of pushing from Steve), Bucky finally found the courage to ask you out on a date. He made it a whole ordeal, even bringing flowers when he asked if you wanted to grab some sandwiches from a nearby deli and eat them at the park. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting to hear those words for a while now and told him you’d be happy to. Your shy smile made Bucky’s insides melt and he found himself mirroring one back at you.

Now, your third date--a midnight hike through a trail you suggested--was coming to an end.

“Can I walk you back to your room?” Bucky broke the silence, chewing his lip nervously as he awaited your answer.

“Your room is right across the hall from mine. Aren’t you going that way anyways?” you giggled.

“Let me be a gentleman,” he insisted as you rounded the corner of the hallway that led to your rooms.

“I mean, how can I say no to that?”

“I don’t think you can.” His signature smirk and charm had you melting and you stared at the floor in hopes that he wouldn’t see the obvious ways he affected you.

The two of you arrived at your door almost too soon, and you found yourself wishing that your night together wasn’t over quite yet.

“I had a great time with you, Bucky.” You turned to fully face him, looking up shyly into his eyes.

He took one of your hands with his, bringing it up to his lips. “I did too, Y/N. We should do it again.”

“The date or getting eaten alive by mosquitoes?”

“The mosquitos were endearing but I was more so thinking of another date.”

“I’d like that.” You squeezed his hand before letting go, pushing your door open and taking a step forwards before Bucky’s hand grabbed your wrist. He gently spun you back towards him, his charm suddenly replaced by a more timid look.

“Um, can I . . . would you let me . . .” he glanced down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t respond, simply placing your free hand on his cheek and leaning towards him. His hands both went to wrap around your waist as your lips brushed and your other hand came to rest on his chest. The kiss was slow and soft. There was no need to rush as you stood there in the hallway at 1:45 in the morning, wrapped around each other like you couldn’t let go.

You finally broke away, feeling Bucky’s chest steadily rise beneath your palm as you calmed your own breathing. You tried to play it cool on the outside, though you were screaming with glee internally.

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You slowly slipped out of his grasp, a twinkle in your eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

The Welcome Home Kiss

Your eyelids seemed to droop more by the second as you tried to keep yourself awake. The caffeine you had earlier could only do so much to curb the sleepiness that was settling in your bones. The fact that you were sitting in your bed at the moment probably wasn’t helping, but you were too tired to move.

Waiting up for Bucky seemed like a good idea until it was 2:30 in the morning and he still wasn’t back. He would probably scold you when he got back, saying how sleep deprivation didn’t look good on you, but you didn’t care. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in a week and you missed him. If you had to pull an all-nighter to do so, so be it.

The sound of footsteps outside your door pulled you from your thoughts. It only took a second to recognize the familiar clunking of Bucky’s combat boots, causing you to perk up as you waited for him to peek into your room.

The footsteps paused outside your door for a moment and you held your breath in anticipation. The door didn’t open though, and the footsteps became fainter, presumably walking away from your room.

Does he think I’m asleep? You frowned. Usually, he at least opened the door to check in on you.

You pulled the blanket off your body, getting out of bed and padding out of your room towards Bucky’s. You did your best to stay quiet as you twisted the door knob in case he was already asleep. It wasn’t uncommon for him to pass out as soon as his head met the pillow after a mission. Lord knows he needed the rest.

You were met with an empty room when you peeked your head in. You almost left, assuming that your excited mind had been playing tricks on you, when you caught sight of light peeking out from beneath the bathroom door. A smile crept its way onto your face and you closed the door behind you, sitting on the edge of his bed and waiting for him to come out.

A few more minutes passed and you debated just letting yourself fall asleep there when the bathroom door swung open. Bucky stepped out, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt that you had tried to steal on multiple occasions. He didn’t notice you until he was almost to his bed and lifted his gaze from the floor, jumping back with a “shit!” when he saw you.

“What are you doing up, doll?” he asked once he regained his composure.

“Waiting for you,” you replied simply, pulling him into a hug as soon as he sat down next to you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You pulled back just enough to press your lips against his, relishing the languid movements of his lips against yours at the absurd hour of the morning. His arms traveled down to your hips as yours moved to wrap around his neck.

“Welcome home, sergeant.”

The Fevered Forehead Kiss

You were burning up.

The sweat drenched shirt you were wearing was sticking to your body and the fact that Bucky, AKA: the walking furnace, was laying next to you, wasn’t helping in the slightest. His arm was slung over your back, which made your situation that much worse. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully: a rarity with him. Moving out of bed was sure to wake him up but you really needed to change your shirt.

You sighed, deciding that you needed to get into some dryer clothes if you had any hopes of falling back asleep before the sun rose. Prying yourself from Bucky’s grip as carefully as possible, you swung your feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. A wave of dizziness overcame you, forcing you to brace yourself against the wall. A quiet groan escaped your lips when the dizziness started getting worse rather than fading away. Your vision started to tunnel: a surefire sign that you were going to pass out.

A pair of arms wrapped around you and Bucky’s face came into view. He gently eased you back onto the bed, supporting your back as he layed you back down. You felt a hand brush over your cheek as the dizziness faded and your senses returned.

Bucky frowned at how warm your cheek felt beneath his touch. You were feeling a little warm when he carried you to bed after a group game night--of which you had fallen asleep halfway through--but he didn’t think much of it then. He smoothed some hair back from your forehead and rested his lips there to better judge your temperature.

“Shit, doll. You’re burning up,” he murmured.

“It’s really hot in here.” Sleep was clawing at you but you were uncomfortable beyond belief. “I need to change my shirt.”

Bucky silently helped you out of the shirt you were wearing, throwing it in the hamper before shuffling over to the dresser to get you another one. He grabbed the first one he saw, making his way back over to where you were laying and helping you into it.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” he said as he pressed his lips to your forehead once more. “I’ll be right here.”

The “Shut Up!” Kiss

The Quinjet was filled with chatter as the team headed back to the compound after a successful mission. You managed to get the intel you needed and nobody got hurt in the process--well, nobody except you, but no one needed to know that.

You managed to get yourself stabbed in the right bicep when you were making your way back to the jet. It wasn’t horribly severe, it just hurt like a bitch. You were quick to take care of the Hydra agent and keep moving, knowing the team was going to want to get back to the compound as quickly as possible to celebrate. Missions without some kind of injury were a rarity with you guys.

You just assumed that you’d wait until you got to the compound and stitch yourself up there without anyone knowing. Seemed easy enough of a plan, right?

“Hey, doll,” Bucky said as he sat down in the seat to your left with a kiss to your cheek.

“Hey, babe.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, snuggling into the warmth radiating off of him.

“I’m so ready to get in bed.”

“You said it.”

You were able to block out the pain coming from your arm for a moment, allowing yourself to relax in your boyfriend’s presence instead. That was, until Bucky’s arm came up to wrap around your shoulders. You winced when his hand brushed over your wound, cursing internally when you felt him stiffen up next to you. Of course he was going to find out.

He pulled his hand back, seeing it covered in red. “Is that blood?”

“Yes but that doesn’t matter right now. You know what does matter? Getting to bed cause you look-” You sat up, rubbing your hand over the wound yourself, finding that there was significantly more blood there now than there was earlier.

“You are literally bleeding right now!” He raised his voice slightly and you glared at him, not wanting to draw attention to the situation.

“I know but-”

“I love you but if you shut the fuck up right now, Y/N-”

“Buck-”

Bucky grabbed your face, quickly bringing your lips to his. “You are going to stop talking and let me take care of this, okay? No ifs, ands, or buts. I don’t wanna hear ‘em.” His voice was stern but you could see the concern in his eyes.

“Okay,” you sighed, dropping your eyes to your lap.

“Now let me see your arm so we can fix you up.”

The Top of the Head Kiss

“You don’t think it’s too soon, do you?” Bucky asked Steve as they sat in the kitchen. It was early on a Thursday morning, when everyone else was either asleep or doing an early morning workout. The two super soldiers had already finished their daily morning run and decided to enjoy a cup of coffee in the kitchen before the rest of the team showed up.

“Buck, I thought you were going to propose after the fifth date. You’ve been together for almost two years. I think it’s about time,” Steve answered with a chuckle, enjoying the bashful look on his best friend’s face.

“I just wanna do it right, you know?” Bucky bit the inside of his cheek as he contemplated the right way to propose for what was probably the thousandth time. “I know she doesn’t want something that’s so romantic it’s cheesy but I want it to be special.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Steve patted Bucky’s arm as he got up to put his mug in the sink. “You know she’s going to say ‘yes’ no matter what.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just scary trying to-”

“Morning boys.” Your groggy voice rang through the kitchen, causing Steve and Bucky to immediately shut up.

“You’re up early, sweetheart,” Bucky commented as you made your way over to him.

“Thought I’d be productive today.” You ran a hand through his hair, still unruly from his run, before placing your lips on top of his head. “Whatcha’ guys talking about?”

Steve and Bucky shared a panicked look. “Uhh . . . super secret boy band stuff.” Bucky’s hands made their way to your hips, fingers messing with the hem of your shirt.

“Ohh, okay. Let me just grab my breakfast and then I’ll let you plan your little boyband stuff.” You ruffled Bucky’s hair and busied yourself with making a bagel, winking at him before leaving the kitchen.

“You better hurry up,” Steve chuckled. “Cause she’s gonna figure out what you’re doing soon if you don’t.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grumbled. “I’m working on it.”

The Passionate Kiss

“I’m so hungry!” you complained as you took your suit off, having just returned from a mission. You weren’t able to eat lunch earlier and your stomach was making sure you knew just how much it did not appreciate that.

“We stocked up the fridge yesterday so you should be good to go,” Bucky said from his place on the edge of the bed. His eyes stayed glued on you as you slipped on a pair of shorts and one of his Henleys.

You smiled brightly at his words and made your way over to him, giving a quick peck to his temple and grabbing his hand. “Care to join me?”

“Course, doll.” He stood up and followed you out of your shared room, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his side as you walked to the kitchen. Everything was going according to plan.

The mission you just came back from? It was fake. You didn’t know that of course, but Bucky had Steve and Tony help him set it up so he could get ready for what he was planning on doing tonight without you either finding out or getting overly suspicious. What was he planning on doing, exactly? Proposing. He was finally going to propose tonight.

You and Steve were sent out on an undercover “mission” in which you had to pretend to be a couple in order to attend a ball and gather intel on a possible new Hydra branch. Bucky wasn’t quite sure how Tony managed to set the whole thing up, but he decided not to bother himself with the logistics. There were more important issues at hand.

He patted his pocket as you parted from his side to grab plates. Yup, the ring was still there.

“Why don’t I get the plates and you grab what you want from the fridge, sweetheart?” he suggested.

“Oh no, I got the plates. You grab whatever you think is good. I’ll eat whatever.” You took two plates out of the cabinet and made your way to the table, your back to the fridge.

This is going to be harder than he anticipated.

In his debate to decide the perfect way to propose to you, Bucky somehow came to the conclusion that the best way to ask you to be his future wife was by spelling out “Will you marry me?” on the refrigerator with a bunch of magnets. A picture of the two of you from when you first started dating was placed next to it with a heart magnet, and Bucky was pretty proud of himself for the idea. He forgot, of course, that you could be a little oblivious sometimes when it came to noticing things.

No need to stress about it. She’ll notice eventually.

Bucky grabbed some things from the fridge, microwaving a few before bringing them over to the table and sitting down in the seat next to yours. “Bon appetit!”

“¡Muchas gracias, señor!” You smiled, already dumping a few things onto your plate and digging in.

“That was a completely different language,” he chuckled.

“And?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Tell me ‘bout the mission.”

“It was alright,” you said through a mouthful of food. You swallowed before continuing. “I don’t know why they sent Steve with me instead of you. You’d think that since we had to pretend to be a married couple, they’d have me go with my boyfriend.” Damn, Tony really didn’t try to be that subtle, did he?

“Yeah, strange . . .”

“Anyways, it was pretty easy. I didn’t even have to go to a debriefing!” You put some more food on your plate, noticing that Bucky had barely touched his. “You okay? You’ve hardly eaten.” You motioned towards his plate.

“Hmm? Oh, I ate before you got home so I’m not that hungry.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. He ate, just not a lot to be considered a meal. Nerves.

“Uh huh.” You gave him a weird look as you took a bite of food. “You’re up to something.”

“Me? Up to something? Never.” He watched you finish your food and sit back with a satisfied groan.

“Okay, sure.” You gave him a playful glare as he took your plates and got up to put them in the sink. You grabbed the leftover food and containers, and put them in the sink, nudging Bucky’s hip with yours.

“You trying to start something, doll?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe I am.” You looked back at him, completely missing the colorful magnets on the fridge yet again as you opened it and put the food back inside. Your hand caught the ‘W’ when you tried to take your hand off of the refrigerator handle, causing it to fall off and clink on the ground.

“Ill you marry me?” you read off the fridge, a confused laugh escaping your mouth. “What?”

Bucky playfully shook his head. He walked over to you, picking up the fallen magnet and putting it back in its place. He leaned against the fridge as he watched you read the phrase again.

“Buck, are you being serious?” Your eyes lit up, though there was a hint of hesitance in your voice.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He pulled the black velvet case out of his pocket, getting down to one knee.

Your hand slapped over your mouth, trying to contain the squeal of joy threatening to jump out. “Bucky!”

He flipped the lid open. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You bit your lips together, nodding your head vigorously. “Yeah. I think I’ll marry you, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky stood up and you grabbed his face, crashing your lips onto his. It was messy but perfect for the moment. Your heart was beating a million times a minute but you paid it no mind as you tried to pull Bucky even closer.

“I love you,” you said once you pulled away for breath. Your eyes watered as you tried to keep tears from falling.

He leaned back in to slot his lips between yours again. “I love you too.”

The Relieved Kiss

Bucky wasn’t sure what exactly to expect when he rushed out with the team to find Captain Marvel lowering down a giant ship in front of the compound, but nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see.

He’d been a mess since Thanos snapped away half the universe. Unbeknownst to him, you were up in space when the battle happened, leaving him to assume that you had dusted away with the millions of others and left him behind to pick himself up.

While Bucky suffered in his own personal hell down on Earth, you were stranded in a broken spaceship with Tony and Nebula. Up until your rescue, you were sure that you were going to die up there, staring into the void of space. You recorded a message for Bucky after Tony recorded his for Pepper in hopes that it would someday make it back to him. Then Captain Marvel came to save you and bring you back to Earth; to bring you back home.

Bucky ran up with Steve to help Tony, supporting the man who looked like he’d been to hell and back a few times. He stepped aside once Pepper ran up, choking on his own breath when he looked back to the steps of the ship.

You held onto Nebula’s arm as you slowly stumbled down the stairs. Bucky let out a sob at the sight of you, immediately rushing up to help you. You felt so fragile in his arms and it took everything in him to not collapse to the ground in shock, not sure if it was relief that you were alive or horror at your condition

He held you to his chest as tightly as he could once you made it to solid ground, his vibranium arm holding you up by your waist while his flesh hand held your head to his chest.

“Oh my god,” was all he could say as he stood there, body shaking as he cried

“Hey, I’m okay.” Your hand shook as it came up to weakly pat his shoulder. He could tell you were completely out of it: eyes distant and mind barely there. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone approaching, ready to help get you to med bay.

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head, gently rocking you back and forth in his arms. “You’re alive.”

You tried to pull back in his grip, forcing him to loosen it slightly. “I love you.” You leaned up to kiss his lips, though it ended up being more of a brush of your lips than an actual kiss.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He kissed your hairline, scared that kissing your lips would steal more oxygen away--something you desperately needed more of in your system right now. “You’re gonna be okay.”

The “Holy Shit!” Kiss

You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep it a secret. You were sure he would’ve figured it out by now: the sticks in the trash, the sudden avoidance of certain foods you would usually never pass up, the second heartbeat that now accompanied your own.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to know--you had actually been trying for a baby for a while now--you just weren’t sure how to tell him. Is this how he felt before proposing?

The opening of your bedroom door interrupted your thoughts. You were met with the sight of your husband shrugging off his jacket when you turned around. He cut his hair recently. Something about it being “too hot for this shit.”

“Why are you wearing a jacket? It’s June,” you giggled.

“The air conditioning is fucking blasting and I got cold while I was doing my paper work, if you must know,” he said, laying the jacket on the chair you were standing next to. He left a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you craving for more.

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m crazy? I think you have the wrong guy here, doll.”

“No, I don’t think I do.” Your hand caught his, tangling your fingers together. Should I just tell him now?

“You keep thinking that. Steve asked me to help train some agents here in a few minutes so I gotta go now.” Another quick kiss and a wink and he started making his way out the door.

“Wait, Buck!” He turned around, almost out the door. “I need to tell you something real quick.” You motioned for him to come back over.

He took a few steps forward, a confused look on his face as you grabbed both his hands in yours. He could hear your heart rate picking up, which only served to worry him.

“So, I was wondering if you would be free to go to the hospital about eight months from now?” You gave a small smile, hoping he’d catch on quickly. “I’m not sure what the exact date is going to be quite yet but I’d really appreciate it if you could be there.”

Bucky frowned. What business did you have at the hospital that you scheduled nine months ahead of time? “Babe, what are you talking about?”

“I think we’re going to need to find our own place too. We’ll need a lot more space.” He still wasn’t catching on. “I doubt having three people in here would be super pleasant.”

He frowned even more and you simply giggled, bringing his hands to your stomach. “I’m pregnant, Buck.”

“Ohh!” He let out a sigh of relief, glad that that was all you were worried about. “Had me worried for a second there, doll.”

It was your turn to frown. “What?”

“From the way you started, I was worried you were dying and this was some sadistic way of telling me.”

“Nope. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Was wondering when you were going to tell me.” His thumbs rubbed circles into your belly.

“You knew?!”

“I heard the heartbeat weeks ago. Took me a while to figure out what it was but I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

“Damn your supersoldier hearing.” You leaned your head on top of his shoulder, letting out a small groan.

“Holy shit though,” His voice was soft as he rested his chin on your head. “we’re having a baby!”

“Yeah,” You lifted your head up slowly to see the biggest grin on your husband’s face. “we’re having a baby.”

A hand came up to cup your cheeks as he leaned into your lips, kissing you deeply and trying not to cry. “Holy shit!”

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h4nabi-archived · 4 years

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Pity Party

a/n: This was a request from @lexy586. I’m sooo sorry its late and for accidentally deleting the ask. But from what i remember, the sender wanted a fic about the reader being in either the baku or deku squad and the start to forget about them and then their birthday shows up. I changed it a little but not much so i hope you like it :))

∾ Bakusquad x Reader (platonic), Izuku Midoriya x Reader (platonic)

∾ little angst, fluff

∾ warnings: none

∾ 1497 words

8:30 PM

That's the time you had told everyone to show up to your dorm for your birthday.

But instead, you were lying face down on your bed in an empty room.

No one had shown up.

You didn't know why it got like this. One day, you were hanging out with the "bakusquad" and the next, you were just a thing of the past: no texts, no get-togethers, nothing. You were left all alone.

This wasn't something you weren't used to, though. If anything, by this point, it shouldn't even be a surprise to you.

Friend group after friend group, you were always left behind. Sometimes they'd have the decency to tell you straight up that you just "didn't fit in." But most of the time, it was a gradual process. and this was no different.

You could tell that everyone slowly forgot about you. It all started about a month ago when everyone was talking about a new movie they had seen. This was new news to you. Usually, Kaminari or Sero would text the group chat about any popular new film they wanted to see. But not this time.

"Oh, sorry, Y/N. I just assumed you would be busy that day. Next time I'll ask, promise," Sero said with a genuine smile.

At the time, it didn't particularly bother you. Hero training and all had been keeping you busy lately, so the mixup was excusable.

But these "mixups" became more frequent. "schedule conflicts" also became common when you tried to invite anyone out. Whether it was studying for a test or a sudden case of the cold, everyone seemed to have something better to be doing than hanging out with you.

You started to feel isolated at lunch, as well. Eventually, you had to move to Midoryia's table because it was all getting to be too much. No one batted an eye when you left. No one texted you to see if you were okay—nothing but radio silence.

It hurt being alone again. It hurt worse, knowing that you actually thought this time would be different at one point. After you had transferred to UA your second year, you didn't expect to be welcomed with open arms. But to your surprise, you were.

Kirishima had been the first to reach out to you. He was friendly, going out of his way to even ask if you wanted to sit with him and his friends at lunch. That's when you met everyone else. You instantly clicked with everyone. It took some time for Bakugou to warm up to the new addition, but indeed everyone seemed to enjoy your company.

You were invited everywhere with them: study dates, sneaky late night outings, movie marathons, everything. It felt good having such a close friend group, and you truly felt like it could work out.

Looking back, you could tell that you didn't really belong. The five of them had an already established bond, and you just couldn't compete. You stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone else was so much cooler and stronger than you, advancing with their quirks and overall popularity, while you were always left in the dust.

Maybe you were naive, missing all the signs that screamed that you didn't belong. Or perhaps you did see them but decided to ignore them. Who knows.

Going to the messenger app on your phone, you immediately went to your shared group chat. You knew you would see a response from anyone, but still, a small part of you had hope. But that hope was crushed when you looked and saw nothing—just the dozen other messages you had sent with no response.

you looked at the time on your phone. 12:45 AM, the numbers seemed to mock you as you stared down at them. Your vision became blurry as you threw your phone down on the floor. Then a tear fell. Then another. and another. all until you were sobbing in your pillow.

You cried and cried until you couldn't anymore. You started to get a migraine from all the crying. You felt crazy. It was your birthday. You were supposed to be happy—another year of life. And yet here you were in your dark dorm room, with tears staining your face. You felt pitiful.

You closed your eyes, trying to force yourself to sleep. And just as you were about to, a text notification sounded.

You didn't want to look. You wanted just to sleep and get this day over with. But soon enough, you were reaching to grab your phone off the floor.

You unlocked your phone and looked at the text.

From: Deku

Hey!

From: Deku

Happy Birthday Y/N!!!

You wiped your eyes and smiled at the texts.

You and Midoriya had grown closer since you moved to his table. You guys were the closest friends, but it was nice having at least one person still by your side.

From: You

thanks Midoriya :)))

Just as you were about to lock your phone, the texting indicator popped up on your screen. You waited for a response when suddenly the indicator disappeared. It didn't show up again, so with a huff, you locked your phone and threw it back on the floor.

You were alone again. You weren't sad anymore, which was good, but you were left with a sinking feeling in your heart in return. You turned on your side and faced the wall. You tried to make yourself comfortable so you could fall back asleep, but nothing seemed to work. The sleepy feeling has been whisked away, and now you were left staring at your blank wall.

You sighed and got out of your bed. Quickly slipping on a random hoodie and your slippers, you quietly made your way out of your room. Maybe a late-night snack was what you needed.

As you arrived at your destination, something made you stop in your tracks.

At one of the many dining tables sat Midoriya. His back was facing you so you couldn't see his face, but his slouched posture made him look tired. It made sense seeing as it was currently 1 AM. Next to him was a small slice of cake. Just looking at the desert made your eyes sting. Quickly you focused back on the boy and made your way over to him.

“Hey,” you said as you sat in the seat beside him. Izuku, stunned by your sudden appearance, jumped and almost fell out of his chair. After making sure he was alright, a small giggle escaped your lips.

"H-hey Y/N. What are you doing here?" He looked like he had seen a ghost by how shocked he was. His hands quickly grabbed the cake and moved it in an attempt to hide it.

The whole scene was very suspicious. Raising an eyebrow, you looked from the cake up to the freckled boy. from where he sat, the moonlight shone on him almost entirely. You could see the deep red blush that fused his cheeks and the way his eyes looked everywhere but you. It was cute if you were being honest.

“I should be asking you the same question,” you moved to point at the cake, “What’s that?”

"This? Oh, um, nothing. Just late-night cravings."

“Cravings? Really?”

"Yes." He was obviously lying. It was painted right on his face. Sensing your disbelief, Midoriya looked down and pushed the treat in front of you. He looked down at his lap and spilled the beans. "Actually, it's for you. You know, for your birthday."

You looked at the slice. It was a plain vanilla cake with white frosting. Your age in pretty, pink frosting was the only decoration. Even in its simplicity, the cake looked delicious. Your eyes started to sting, and before you knew it, you were crying again.

Midoriya immediately looked up when he heard you sniffle. What he didn't expect to see was the wide grin on your face. You reached over and pulled the boy into a tight hug, knocking the wind out of his lungs in the process. His arms made their way around you and gave you a small part in your back.

pulling away, you turned and looked at the cake again. "Thank you, Midoriya. I'm really thankful."

"It's the least I can do. We are friends, after all."

You guys were friends. Midoriya had always been nice to you. Checking on you when you first moved to his table suddenly, helping you with homework you’d usually ask bakugou to help you with, making you feel included in his group, and the list goes on and on. You weren’t alone. You had friends who cared.

Midoriya pulled out two plastic forks and handed it on to you. After you two said your thanks, you dig into the cake.

It might not have been what you initially planned, but you wouldn't have chosen to spend your birthday any other way than this.

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user21340 · 3 years

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unexpected confession

(not my gif or characters)

summary: you have a little too much to drink and nat takes care of you. you then confess your crush to a certain someone without realizing.

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, alcohol, swearing (lmk if i’m forgetting any)

word count: a little over 1k ish

a/n- just another drunk reader fluffy story. i’ve been consuming wanda and nat fanfics for a bit now and decided to write one. i’m aware it definitely has grammatical and structure issues but i’m trying (i don’t understand how to set up dialogue for the life of me)😪. thank you for reading, love yaa💕💕

also i’m sorry that this story is a lil messy i was bored in between classes. with that being said my thoughts as well as this short are scattered a lil.

It was another fun night out with the team at one of Tony’s notorious parties he threw for the littlest reasons or simply no reason at all. It was about 1:30 AM and you were completely o u t of i t. You were sitting crisscross applesauce on the cold tiles while staring at a blank wall daydreaming about being Natasha’s girlfriend. Of course you had a crush on her who wouldn’t? The only times you fantasized about being with her was when you were dreaming because someone like her would never even shake hands with someone like you, right?

Now, you hardly ever let loose and you were a pretty shy and reserved person so it was surprising to everyone on the team when you starting pounding drinks, but at this point those thoughts were quickly forgotten when your state mirrored most other team members as well. You finally broke out of your daze when you feel a soft hand pat your shoulder. You look around and see the whole team was gone meaning they most likely retreated to their rooms during the time when you were blanked out. You finally look up, much to your confusion, you see the gorgeous, surprisingly sober, red headed ex-assassin peering down at you with a expression between concern and amusement written all over her face.

“Hey y/n/n, it’s bedtime.” Natasha spoke softly.

“But I’m not tiredddd...” you whined and pouted.

“I’ll be the judge of that, babe.” she chuckled.

Your brain short circuits at the pet name as your eyes widen and mouth opens and closes like a fish. She is puzzled for a minute while trying to figure out what caused you to shut down. It doesn’t take long for her to figure the trigger which she laughs at as she outreaches a hand towards you on the ground.

You just stare at it for a couple seconds and look up at her face then back down to her hand. As amusing and adorable you are in this state she knows you better get to bed soon and hydrate yourself before you have a hell of a hangover tomorrow. She proceeds to grab your hand to stand you up. Still starstruck, you try and work with her by taking a step forward which you stumble and you grab Natasha for support which she lets you do before picking up your smallish frame and placing you on her hip.

You are more than content with the position you are in as she effortlessly carries you up to where you think your room is. Only to find out minutes later you are being placed in a foreign bed in an unfamiliar looking room.

“Hold on y/n/n I’ll be right back. Let me go grab you a bottle of Fiji water before the boys suck it down after trying Thor’s Asguardian liquor. Don’t fall asleep on me just yet sweetheart.” she half heartedly lectures.

“No! P-pleaseee don’t go!” you say starting to tear up. Natasha frowns,

“Awe, don’t cry honey, I’m just going to get you water and maybe some tylenol so when you wake up you don’t feel like shit.”.

“Oh, okay!” you smile returning to your happy self. She walks towards the door with her signature smirk on her face while slowly shaking her head at your hasty mood swings.

3 minutes later

Natasha opens her door seeing you all bundled up in her blankets and smiles. Half asleep, she makes you sit up and finish half of the water bottle. You have a huge tired smile on your face,

“Nat, can I tell you a secret?” you speak.

“Of course y/n you can tell me anything.” she answers.

“First you have to pinky promise me you won’t tell her though. Okay?”.

“Yep,” she pops the p as she intertwines her pinky with yours, “your secret is safe with me.”

“I have a crush on someone you might know.” you slur.

“Is that so?” you nod. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up because after all this time getting to know you on the team she is just utterly infatuated with every fiber of your being. She really thought you were aware of her crush on you but you were completely oblivious to the signs of flirtation she would send your way.

“She’s the most beautiful, intelligent, kind, brave, badass women in this universe, she also has eyes I could get lost in for months at a time, and I have a crush on her.

“Who?” she questions.

“Black Widow. I know I don’t have a chance with her but it’s fun to dream big sometimes, y’know? I just love her so much. She can take down men triple her size, hack into almost any web infrastructure, and god, have I mentioned she looks like a goddess yet?” you ramble while she is frozen at the end of her bed with a small smirk on her face.

“Don’t you think you should dream a little bigger than that baby?” she says as she inches a little closer to you. You shoot her a glare.

“Why? You don’t think that dream is big enough? I can’t possibly think of anything I would like more in life than to have a chance to go on a date with her.” you start off speaking full of anger but it slowly reduces to a hushed whisper.

“No, not at all y/n/n. But you really should go to bed now. We’ll talk in the morning, sounds good?” she suggests.

“Yeahh” you yawn, “just one more thing Nat, can you lay down with me? Also, you might be surprised to hear this, but you kinda look like Black Widow.” she let’s out one of the most genuine laughs you have ever heard from her.

“You know what? Now that you mention it, people have told me that before. But, of course I’ll lay with you.”

She lays on the bed right next to you. You face her and cling onto her like a koala bear.

“Night, night, Natty.” you whisper.

“Goodnight cutie.” she softly replies, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader

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gentrychild · 3 years

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BNHA chapter 291 reactions

That’s one adorable child and that’s also one horrible way to die.

Not that we’re sure that he actually die, since 1. He is here and living his full theater kid potential. 2. For anyone who is reading BNHA vigilante, you would know that it’s not the first time AFO grabbed a hero student who may or may not have died.

Now, my question is “Where do that lower jaw bone came from?” Can you still extract DNA from something that was practically cremated? If not, does AFO have a room with a bunch of bones that he can drop on his way out?

Also, how old is Touya here? I know he looks younger than he is but is he old enough to be in UA?

I. Need. Answers.

That’s the second kid who got white hair after a ridiculously powerful quirk appeared and I now have other questions.

Such as, will I get a white-haired-Izuku anytime soon?

By the way, can we consider that Tenko and Touya have quirk singularities?

1. I can hear half of the writing community weeping because Touya had red hair. And at least one other person grumbling because Touya changing hair color with the seasons.

2. It’s incredible how tiny Touya doesn’t look like the Touya we know. He had a completely different demeanor.

3. Good to know Endeavor was not always a dick.

Don’t mind me, I am just fascinated at seeing tiny Touya looking at Baby Fuyumi (while clutching my chest because them being twins is jossed). That’s the most adorable thing I have ever seen.

Also, very relieved to know that Rei agreed to have several kids.

Now, I need to know what happened to make that family collapse.

Touya is wearing different clothes than in the first image so that means he might have some resistance at first but his fire grew too hot for his body.

Now, my question is: how come he couldn’t regulate the temperature of his flames like fire users in his family?

Am I... feeling bad... for Endeavor?

Oh my.

You know, you might have been invited if he had known you were alive.

I love Dabi’s face here. He is such a little shit.

Reminder that they are all stuck here until Shigaraki actually tells Machia to move.

I don’t know about you but I find it absolutely hilarious that Gigantomachia picked them up, brought them to the most dangerous place in the whole combat zone as the number 1 hero and the craziest hero students around are here, and is now refusing to move.

Honestly? If Dabi wasn’t accidentally holding the floor, they would have been incinerated.

What are you trying to say, Harima Oji?

Are you a secret Todoroki family member too?

Or did you hear Shigaraki call Izuku little brother and you’re now trying to wrap your mind around everyone around here apparently being related and this war being the messiest Sunday family dinner ever?

I actually wanted to talk about that because this DNA test is absolutely useless. I can assure you that people probably can’t even read those pages and even if they can, it would be just so easily to fake.

Actually, you know what? If Dabi didn’t do that on his computer on his own, I would just be so disappointed because waving a DNA around is just pointless in this situation.

Especially as I don’t see when he had the time to get some blood from the Kyushu fight? He only had the time to take two steps in Endeavor’s direction before running like hell when Miruko arrived (which was a rare sign of common sense, so kudos to him, I guess.)

You hear that sound?

That’s the sound of Dabi destroying his family every chance at being normal once again. Forget all the progress they made, they will now be under public scrutiny forever, everyone having an opinion on their family.

That will wreck them.

And I am not even talking about Rei.

I see that at this point, Dabi is just ending for everyone’s career...

I am just going to stay there and stare at the wall as I am thinking about Dabi broascasting a murder on every screen of the country.

That’s just so disrespectful to Twice. He fought for his friends and instead, Dabi turned his last moment in him desperately pleading.

Also, that was a really dumb move.

Listen here, kids, when you throw a mind-breaking revelation at someone, you stick as close to the truth as possible because if people find anything that doesn’t make sense, your whole story will be doubted.

Also, casual reminder...

Hawks recorded what was going on.

That means that if this recording thing is found, they can discredit Dabi’s entire story.

At this point, I am just trying to see if he still has his wings. That’s all I am asking. A confirmation that his feathers will grow back.

Just... stay asleep, Hawks. Rest for a week or two so someone can sort this mess. That’s your best course of action because if you woke up now, you would probably crawl back into a coma.

Was that a bird pun?

Now, that’s just being mean.

I think I remember than in Japan, being related to a criminal is not good, but since BNHA is set in the future, maybe things changed?

If not, I am curious to see how this revelation will affect Hawks. You know, just for sociological purposes.

*hangs on to Izuku who is related to the worst villain this country had ever know, and who actually destroyed Kamino and almost murdered All Might not too long ago*

*squints as I am trying to know what they are advertising*

Dabi: “Think more critically! Try to see things through my point of view, right after I admitted I killed 30 people!”

Reminder that the OG group who fought Shigaraki sacrificed everything to stall him, they are half dead, and they are now facing the end of their society as they know it.

That’s what despair looks like.

Be careful what you wish for, Todoroki Enji.

Shouto is just breaking my heart right now. This is a nightmare. He is the boy who made sure that they were alone when he told Midoriya about his family history. He is the boy who was just started to consider forgiving his father, or at the very least, working so their family would be happy. Things were starting to get better, and now, he has to deal with imminent death, his, his friends and his father.

He isn’t even asking Endeavor to fight Dabi. He will do it. He must know that Nejire and him simply can’t win against the LoV and Gigantomachia but it’s not like there is anyone else.

Everyone is down and right now, the number 1 hero is too shocked to even blink, and if he doesn’t pull himself together in the next second, they are going to die.

Damnit, Shouto actually called him father.

Hey, remember that attack that incinerated a noumu with Regeneration? That attack that Endeavor had to use high in the sky or the collateral damage would have been hellish, in every sense of the word?

Yeah, they almost all died right there.

WE STAN ONE HERO.

BEAST JEANIST, BACK FROM THE DEAD, READY TO JUDGE DABI FOR HIS CRIMES AGAINST FASHION (and also the war crimes, if you insist).

THAT’S WHY YOU FACT CHECK EVERYTHING, DABI. SO YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE AN IMBECILE AFTER YOU ACCUSED THE NUMBER 2 HERO OF KILLING THE MOST FABULOUS MAN OF THE COUNTRY.

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“It’s Alfred dayyyy” - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : Every year, every single year, your family reunites to celebrate the marvel that Alfred Pennyworth is.

Because Alfred does deserve his own “holiday” really. This has been sitting in my draft for almost two years, someone send me an ask that reminded me of it and I just suddenly really wanted to write it. I hope you’ll like it :

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Midnight, a new day :

“And we will be waiting for you at 8 am, your mom and I forced him to sleep in, but we all know he will be awake by that time anyway.”

“Ok, I’ll pick Jaybird on my way there.”

“Jason is coming ?”

“He said he would.”

“Oh. Good.”

Dick did his hardest not to roll his eyes. “Oh. Good.” he says, as if the news didn’t make him wanna jump in joy. But of course, the Batman has a reputation to keep, if he showed too much emotions in one sitting, he’d probably explode.

The truth was that if Jason was coming...Well if Jason was coming, it meant they were finally on the road to forgiveness. And Dick knew that Bruce had been waiting a long time for this. Bruce...and everyone else really.

Especially you and Alfred.

“In any case, be there by 8. We’ll do the usual. Now that I think of it, could you maybe pick up his cake at West Side’s bakery ? Your mother was going to do it, but if you pick up Jason...I think he lives in the area ?”

Of course, Bruce knew exactly that Jason indeed lived not far from Alfred’s favorite bakery. Because he was keeping an eye on him. Not out of mistrust, or thinking he would kill again (he promised his mom, you, he would stop, but the promise was still recent, so was his return), but because...Well, it was his boy.

Ever since Bruce adopted Dick, he never stopped worrying about his kids. He never stopped trying to keep an eye on them. It got even worst after Jason’s death...He was actually overbearing many times, which lead Dick away more than once.

But he’d always be back.

Just like Jason, eventually, would be fully back.

For the moment, it was enough that he’d come by tomorrow.

For tomorrow was the one and only...”Alfred day”.

“Yeah sure, we can pick the cake up.”

“Alright. Well. I’m going home, and you lot should too. We promised Alfred, after all. An entire day without any vigilante’s business. Unless there’s an emergency of course. Good night.”

“’Night dad.”

Bruce turns to his youngest kids, expecting them to follow him, but Damian says :

“We’re right behind you, we’re just gonna hang out with Grayson a little more. Since he moved to Blüdhaven, we almost never see him...”

“Guiltripping me will not work little brother.”

“Are you sure ?”

Silence. And then Dick turns to his father :

“I’ll get them home soon, we’re gonna go get some ice cream.”

Bruce smiles, of this small genuine smile he only has when around his children. He nods, tell them not to stay out too late, and leaves, on his way back to you.

12:30 pm, Batcave.

“You are late, Master Bruce.”

“Only by half an hour. I had to see Dick before coming back. Logistic talk.”

As he speaks, Bruce takes his armor off, stretching a little after this short night full of not much happening. As if every villain in Gotham knew this day was happening, and they too would give a break to the butler (because if Bruce was resting, then Alfred could rest too).

“Well it means you’ll have to start half an hour late tomorrow, this is the deal. Where are the children ?”

“Alright. I will. And they’re getting ice cream with Dick. Now please, go to bed before she catches you up.”

“Lady (Y/N) will understand that I was making sure you are home on time.”

“She does understand yes, and she’s also telling you to go rest this instant ! You have slept even less than Bruce this past few days for god’s sake !”

Both Bruce and Alfred jumps a bit as you enter the bat cave, smiling at them. Alfred raises his hands in a sign of peace, smiles at you, gives you a kiss goodnight on your forehead (a nightly tradition, by now...you never had a dad, and Alfred took it upon him to catch up lost time), and leaves.

You turn to Bruce, and gives him your hand.

He takes it gladly, a smile on his lips. The kind he only shows when around those he loves...

A “glad you’re here” kiss, and a few words :

“You know, my favorite thing about this day is that you’re home all day long, and I don’t have to miss you...”

As usual, your words grip his heart, and his arms tighten around you. Even after years of being together, you could always make his pulse race with only a few words. Sometimes just a look...

He doesn’t resist or look back, when you give his hand a pull and leave the bat cave.

Rare were the occasions Bruce would forget about his vigilante work. In fact, only one day a year, would he completely forget about it. Because he promised. And because it was a special day.

A day to celebrate the man he came to view as his father.

Alfred day.

1 am, in “Giovanni’s 24/7 gelato” shop.

The waiter of the place didn't even blink, as he served ice creams to a bunch of kids at 1 am, in the heart of Gotham. Used to it really. Nothing in this city was like any other place. Most people were night dwellers, even children.

Probably because, thanks to a certain group of vigilante, they all felt safer when the sun was down.

“So, how did it start exactly, this Alfred day ?”

Duke asks, after taking a full scoop of his favorite ice cream, curtesy of a certain Dick grayson.

You had told Duke, about a week prior to it, that he had to clear his schedule for this particular day but didn’t really explain what it was exactly. Just that it was to celebrate Alfred. Not giving much more context.

Dick smiles, and say :

“How did it start ? Haha, oh man, it’s quite the story.”

With an annoyed sigh, Damian says :

“Just out with it already Grayson, we know, you were the only one that knew them by then blahblahblah.”

“Do I sense a hint of jealousy, little bird ?”

Damian doesn’t answer, but plants his spoon a little bit more aggressively in his gelato. Ah yes, maybe he was a tiny bit jealous that Dick had the luck to have their parents all for himself, once upon a time...Maybe.

“Well anyway, legend has it that mom chose the date.”

Dick takes a dramatic pause, making the siblings who already heard the story (so everyone but Duke) roll their eyes. Their oldest brother had a flair for dramatic retelling of past events.

“A long long time ago, on this day, when I was only 8 and just came into the family, they got into a bad fight. When I was little, before Jason came in, they got on the verge of breaking up a few times. Even did really broke up once, worst fucking time of my life, feeling like I was losing another family (A/N : referencing this story : The break-up)...”

A shot pause, this time, not for dramatics, but because the memory was genuinely painful and Dick had to take a short break. He continues :

“So anyway, on this day, a long time ago, Mom discovered how vital Alfred was to this family. She said it’d been a day where she wanted to literally kill our father because he was so damn annoying, and overly brooding, and stupid – her words not mine- and that Alfred calmed her in just a few words. I don’t quite know what he told her, or what he told dad. All I know is that he told me that he wouldn’t let them break-up again over a stupid fight, and um, next thing I know, I’m avoiding the East wing for a few hours.”

“Oh...Oh no Dick gross !”

Dick chuckles, enjoying a bit too much messing with his little siblings.

“Anyway, mom decided that Alfred deserved a day, in the year, where we would do everything HE wants because without him, our family would crumble. It just sort of became a tradition. So from midnight right now, to midnight of next day, no vigilante business. And we spend the day all together with him.”

“That’s actually...a really sweet story ?”

“It really is Dukie, it really is.”

“Dukie ?”

“Ah sorry, you’re part of the family now, which earns you a nickname from me. Jaybird. Timbo. Dami. Cass or Cassie if I feel like being a particularly doting older brother. So...had to find one for you. It was between Dukie and Dukester so-”

“Dukie is fine.”

Everyone snickers as Duke rolls his eyes, and then he asks :

“So...What exactly are we gonna do ?”

“Oh, well it’s simple. It starts at 8 am when we arrive, and we kick off with...”

4 am, Alfred’s bedroom.

You open the door to Alfred’s room quietly, as you would sometimes to make sure your children sleep.

This time, you were checking to see if the butler did really go to bed. One of the point of Alfred day, was that he had to feel perfectly fine, and he never had a full night rest !

So if you had to make sure he did during that time, then you would.

Your children had came home a few hours ago, happy they had some time with their oldest brother. Dick had been away often lately, and they missed him...You knew they were gonna guilt trip him into buying them a snack.

You and Bruce had had some alone time before they came home, that you definitely took advantage of...But for now, you escaped your husbands grip to come and check on Alfred, making sure he was sound asleep.

And he was. Good. Perfect. He’d have a good night sleep. A full night of sleep.

Quietly, you left the room again, unaware that a smile slowly rose on the Butler’s face...

8:02 am, Alfred Day :

Bruce is the one that opens the front door for them. They have their own keys, of course...but they both forgot them, as usual.

They’d normally just climb through a window, or sneak into the backyard, knowing where all the security devices were (the back door was never closed because of this), but decided that for this day, they’d just ring the bell and come in the right way.

Without much surprise, Bruce answers the door. It’d either be him or you, during Alfred’s day. Or anyone that wasn’t Alfred really.

Dick and Jason move to remove their shoes (house rules, NO SHOES inside) and coats, while Bruce looks at them, waiting for them so they can all walk back to the kitchen.

Jason is the fastest, and there’s this embarrassed silence between the three of them. Bruce smiles awkwardly at Jason, who looks away as soon as their eyes meet. With a “tt” very typical of his little brother, Jason says :

“Don’t misunderstand this, I’m here for Alfred. And...For mom.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

“Yes.”

Silence. Awkward, as Dick takes way too long to untie his shoes, and pretend he’s not hearing anything.

Bruce knows what he’s doing. He knows his oldest son is trying to give him some more time “alone” with Jason. But he’s not really sure what to say...

“I’m um...I’m glad you came.”

Good. That was good. Keep going on that path Bruce, that’s actually-

“Yeah, whatever. I’m going ahead, you know the way Dick.”

Damn. Almost there. Almost there with an actual moment between them two. Dick sighs, and puts a hand on his father’s shoulder.

“He’ll come around.”

Bruce doesn’t answer, he exhales slowly and nods, not very convinced...But today was not a day to dwell on the bad. Jason and him would make this work, if only for today.

Because today was Alfred’s day.

8h30 am, the Kitchen.

The butler came down in the kitchen, well rested and pleased to be greeted by his entire family. Your smiles already made his day perfect, and if “Alfred Day” was done in this instant, he’d still be happy.

“Sit down Pennyworth, we have made breakfast for you ! Well...Mom and father did...but we helped ! I was in charge of making tea ! And I think you will appreciate the way I brewed it. I followed an ancient Japanese recipe, and I reckon an aficionado like yourself will appreciate it.”

Damian bloomed when he was with his family. To people who didn’t know him as well as his siblings and parents, he could seem like a petulant and arrogant child, but he was the opposite of that.

He was insecure, and unsure. Scared of being left alone. And so to overcompensate all the fear instilled in him by years of abuse from his “grandfather”, the infamous Ras Al’Ghul, Damian could be quite a little jerk sometimes.

But when he was with his family...He opened up. He smiled. And he spend hours trying to brew the perfect cup of tea for the grandfather he actually chose to have.

“Bruce made your favorite Alf’, didn’t do half a bad job either -you smile at your husband, and give him a quick peck, which have the famous result of making your children make their best “ew” face-. You taught him well.”

You say, smiling widely at the butler.

It’s true, Alfred did teach Bruce how to cook really well. People often had the misconception the billionaire was bad at housework, which was wrong of course.

When his parents were alive, they’d insist he still had chores to do, so he wouldn’t be too spoiled. And when Alfred raised him, he taught him as much as he could so that the boy could hold his own.

Bruce was a great cook (you could definitely attest to that, what with him cooking your favorite meals on date nights and all). And he always made Alfred’s perfect breakfast for his special day.

“Jason and I just arrived so we didn’t really participate, but we picked up your favorite cake so it counts right ?”

Dick says, a wide smile on his face. Oh master Dick, Alfred blessed the day this little boy walked in their lives.

He wasn’t so little anymore, but he was always such a joy to have over. Even when he had his tantrum as a youngster (and now sometimes too, although he became better in controlling his burst of anger), Alfred couldn't help but love that child.

The butler turned to Jason, who shyly smiled at him and...Alfred’s heart was full.

“I am very happy to see you in this house, Master Jason.”

He said, as he sits around the kitchen table. Jason’s cheek tints slightly of red, as they always do when he’s a bit embarrassed and overwhelmed.

Jason was such a kind and sensitive child. He never quite got used to compliments, having been used to abuse and hate, and he would always blush under them. Alfred was glad to see that, even after the horror Jason went through, small things could still make his cheek turn rosy...

Jason sat down at the table, looking happier than he had in ages.

“For you.”

Cassandra said, settling in front of him a plate full of food, while Damian put the the cup of tea down.

Sweet little Cassandra. It was always a pleasure to hear her talk. Poor little thing was never taught love, or even how to talk...Having you in her life greatly helped. Having a family, greatly helped.

She still didn’t talk very often, but when she did, all of her words truly counted. She laid a small kiss on Alfred’s forehead, to bid him good morning, and went to sit in her usual spot, right between you and Damian.

“You will be happy to know, Alfred, that all of our electronic devices have been off since midnight last night ! Yes, even mine. Promise !”

Tim exclaims, smiling at him.

Tim was the only one out of all of Bruce’s children to have entered this life willingly. The only one that came knocking at their door, just really wanting to help.

Unfortunately, him too lost his parents over time (although they weren’t particularly great ones)...But the first impulse the boy had, was that he just loved Batman and wanted to give a hand !

Tim was selfless, maybe a little too much, and often worried you to death. He would get wrapped up in his projects even more than his father, and needed a constant reminder to take care of himself...task that you, Bruce, Alfred and his siblings would share gladly. He would give back anyway, working his ass off and putting his own life on the line for them any hour of the day...

At the furthest side of the table from him, sat Duke.

This was his first “Alfred Day”, and he was looking at things curiously, nonetheless happy to be here.

Young Duke’s situation was a little special. His parents were still alive, and he still hoped they’d find a cure for their madness. Because of this, the boy would often distance himself on purpose from some family events, finding it hard to find his own place.

This was one reason he didn’t wear the Robin mantel for long, and almost immediately went to be The Signal. It didn’t help either, that he was the only metahuman.

And yet...Yet as the days went by, Duke felt more and more at home at the Manor, and would more and more hang out with everyone. More and more felt like he was truly part of the family, now.

Of course, him moving to Wayne Manor was all very recent, and he needed time. Time that everyone was giving him willingly and gladly. Time to adjust and find his place.

But here, sitting around the kitchen table bustling with activity and laughter, Duke felt like...he felt like this Alfred Day brought him one step closer to truly be a part of it all. After all, to him too, the butler had been nothing but great.

Alfred had that talent, to congregate everyone around him...

You felt happy, there, sitting amongst your children, your love, and the man you came to consider your father.

Alfred had a good feeling, when he first met you. He knew. He knew you’d be the one to “tame” the bat, to not take his shit when he was being a jerk, and to give him unconditional love.

“Unconditional”.

It was important, to be in a relationship with a man like Bruce Wayne.

But oh. Oh he was giving you back every bits of love you ever gave him, times a hundred. He let you in in his world, and had no intention of ever letting you go.

Breakfast went by fast, as everyone talked away, and enjoyed each others company.

It was very rare, nowadays, that everyone could be in the same place. At least one of them would be busy normally. But on this day...on this day they surely made sure they would be free.

And so here they were, having breakfast altogether, happy.

If only people from the outside could see this scene; If only.

Then they’d know, just like Alfred knew, that this family was the strongest, tightest that ever existed, and that there was nothing but love between all of them.

************

11 am, the theater.

Before the first “Alfred Day” happened, Wayne Manor did not have a “theater”.

It had a “Ballroom number 3″.

It was your idea, to turn it into a small theater, so that Alfred could perform for everyone.

Over the years, you had realized that Alfred was actually a very talented actor. After all, he filled in Batman’s shoes many times, to pretend that Bruce couldn’t possibly be him. And he might’ve use his dramatic talent to convince you and the rest of your family to do what he wanted you to do...

Clever man.

On Alfred Day, the first activity, after breakfast, would be to take part in a monologue of his. Usually shakespearian. But sometimes he’d come up with small surprises. He once recited the “heaven” part of the Divine Comedy by Dante, because he knew you loved that poem.

It was absolutely brilliant, and you almost wished he had pursued an acting career instead of becoming the Wayne’s butler...but then, you would’ve never met him.

By 11 am, breakfast would usually be done and it was time for a performance of a year. By that time, Barbara and Stephanie would’ve join.

They didn’t live in the Manor, but they were close friend of the family. Friends that definitely knew how precious Alfred was to everyone.

This year, Alfred decided to entertain you with a series of short monologues taken from a wide array of material, from Shakespeare to movies. It was fascinating. They all had their snacks as if they were at the movie theater, and were captivated by his performance.

For Alfred, it was a way to relive his youth, working in London’s east end’s theaters. And to perform his hobby in front of a live audience.

So sure, maybe said live audience might’ve been a bit biased towards him, but he knew their applause and praises were genuine.

************

1 pm, East Wing living room.

Lunch was always skipped, as you snacked too much during Alfred’s performance, and he was never hungry after he acted.

You’d directly skipped to Alfred’s compliment session.

He both loved and hated this time. Loved it because it was a treat to see he positively impacted his family. Hated it because it was never comfortable to just hear people compliment you The moment they gave him a cherished memory they shared with him...

Each year, one by one, they would tell him something he did for them that really was important to them.

It was custom that the youngest would start. So Damian stood up, and said :

“My memory this year, is one that happened not long after I came to live in Wayne Manor. I had just gotten into a fight with Tim, and been mean to mom as she tried to talk to me about it...I felt terrible. I felt like I would never be someone good. Pennyworth came in my room, ignoring me when I told him to get away from me. He settled some cookies for me, and told me a story of my father when he was young. Of how stubborn he used to be, and how sometimes, he’d say very hurtful things he didn’t mean...Alfred explained to me that it was normal to feel angry, when we’re hurt. That it was ok to not always be on our best behavior. That the people who love us will understand, and do understand. That they’ll still be there if they really care. Then he left, and I went to apologize to my mom. And she was there. I also apologized to Tim, and him too, was there...”

Damian sat back down, avoiding everyone’s eyes, as he felt too overwhelmed with feelings. You threw an arm around his shoulder, and he instantly hid his face in your own shoulder, acting like a little scared kitten who’d hide under his mom.

It melted everyone’s heart, but nobody would say anything of course. This was between Damian and Alfred.

It was Duke’s turn, and he was a little nervous, as it was his first time :

“Mine is...Well...It’s going to sound so silly, after Damian’s heartfelt story, but one of my best memory with you Alfred, is when I first put The Signal mantel, and immediately hurt myself that night. I came back to the bat cave early, feeling shameful I couldn’t finish my patrol. You took care of my wound, and simply reassured me. It was just...soothing. I didn’t feel bad, as you stitched me up and calmed me down. I felt at peace, for the first time since my parents went mad...I can’t quite remember what you told me, as you just talked about random things, to calm me down. And it worked. As silly as it can sound, it worked. And that’s um...That’s when I started to feel good, here. Ok. That’s all.”

Duke sat back down too, hoping Tim would start speaking soon. Thankfully, he did.

“The memory I chose to share today, is one that is rather recent. I was struggling with some...self-worth issues. I felt like I could never fill dad’s shoes. Or Dick’s. Or Jason’s. Or anyone’s. I felt like I was trash. Like I was wasting away. I felt anxiety eating me up, and I was too scared to talk to anyone about it. Even to you, mom. I knew you’d find the right words, but I was just too scared you’d be worried about me. I know you worry a lot. So I didn’t say anything. Alfred walked in on me having a panic attack...and he helped me fight it. Then he scolded me because I didn’t tell anyone anything, and that it was a bad habit to always take all the burden on my shoulders. He then brewed me some tea, and talked about my favorite TV show with me to take my mind off of things...”

Tim smiled at Alfred, and sat down. You reached for him, and squeezed his hand, making him understand you too, were there. And you worried about all of them all the time anyway so, ya know.

It was Cass’ turn now. Cass always had some interactive things, because she never spoke too long. She held up some drawings she had made (with the help of Damian). It represented her at a ballet recital (to which you all went by the way, and which was amazing. Cass was a talented little star). She gave the small comics to Alfred, took a deep breath, and said :

“Thank you for helping me work on my dance, even when you were busy. You are a good teacher. For everything, from dance to how to make a perfect loaf of bread. I love your bread. I love your dance lesson. I love eating bread after our lessons. I love you more than bread. Even the sandwiches mom make with your bread and my favorite homemade jam.”

She then did a few ballet dance move, and sat down again, holding her knees with her arms, and breathing deeply. It was still a difficult exercice for her, to speak. And to convey her feelings through words. It was always difficult, and quite an exploit that she said that much.

Alfred smiled at her, before turning to Jason.

“I’ll never forget the day you yelled at Bruce because he tied me up after I stole the batmobile’s tires. How livid you were, and how you threatened him to tell everything to mom. How he instantly looked scared at the idea of her being angry, and how you made him realize he went too far. How you were there, every step of my way adapting to life in a mansion, after living in the streets. But yes, above all, I’ll never forget the day someone stood for me for the first time, when you yelled at da-Bruce. When you yelled at Bruce for me.”

He almost said “dad”. And that alone, was making Alfred’s heart happy. It was proof there still was some hope to salvage their relationship...

“Ok, well I’ll be quicker than everyone else. And just say : you’re the best grandfather I could ever ask for.”

With Dick, there was only two solutions. He would either go into a lengthy reenactment of a very specific event, or throw affirmations like that that would make Alfred feel tears coming to his eyes.

Today, Dick decided on a short and sweet version, and it fitted perfectly.

It was now your turn :

“Every year, I’m reminded how vital you are to this family. And every year, it is tough to chose just one memory I love about you. I always have to think, because there’s so many. But I think this year, I will choose that time I said “yes” to Bruce after refusing his marriage proposal three times, and you screamed in happiness, through your broom across the room, and ran to hug me. It was so out of character for you, it makes me happy just to think about it. But I mean, I can understand the excitement...I was pretty content myself.”

You smile, looking at your love, and he rolls his eyes at you, before smiling too. Of this pure smile he only shows you. And then he turns to Alfred, and tells him :

“You made the loss of my parents bearable. Without you, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I’d probably turn...very dark.”

There was a small silence.

Bruce’s speech was always short and to the point.

And every time they were all done talking, Alfred would find himself with tears in his eyes. With those last few words from his son, this time didn’t escape the rule, and he found himself dabbing at the corner of his eyes.

Damian’s next word released the emotional atmosphere as he looked at his father and said :

“Tt, show off.”

Everyone bursted in laughter, and this great day continued on...

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4 pm, interlude.

This was Alfred’s few hours of utter peace. Everyone would leave him alone, and he could relax doing something he liked to do (usually reading or something of the sort) while not worrying about anyone.

You’d give him space. It was very rare, for Alfred to be all alone with his thoughts, thoughts that he was forced to NOT have about his family.

It was even rarer that he wouldn’t think about Bruce or you, or his “grandkids”. So in this day, when he knew none of them were doing anything dangerous, he took full advantage of it to relax his mind.

In the meantime, you’d watch a film or two.

Damian and Tim were in the process of choosing when Duke turned to Bruce, and a smirk on his face asked :

“Soooo…I heard Alfred Day exists because you annoyed (Y/N) ? »

Bruce glares at Duke, ah he never quite likes to remember why Alfred Day exists…But before he can answer, you enter the room (you went to get some snacks for the movies) and exclaim :

“Don’t let Dick downplay how truly unsufferable he was that day ! Dick always manages to forgive his dad, and make things less worst than they are. It’s a talent really. Annoying doesn’t even cover how awful he was. He had one of those « dark days », decided he should break up with me for my own safety out of literally nowhere, yelled at baby Dick, was mean to Alfred saying he could fire him…I swear I could’ve slapped him.”

“You tried.”

“And if Alfred hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve succeeded. Anyway. Yes. You see, Bruce and I almost broke up that day because he was being really stupid, and Alfred...salvaged everything.”

“I was being stupid indeed...I almost lost...I...”

Sometimes, when he would remind himself of that day he almost went too far and truly drove you away, Bruce would feel almost like an anxiety attack coming over him. Because if he had lost you, and had continue on the path he was taking with Dick...Well he wouldn’t have had that second shot at having a family.

And it was enough of a frightening thought to be overwhelmed with anxiety.

“To be honest, I also was quite stupid. I can be stubborn too, sometimes. And there were time, at the beginning, where I wouldn’t try to be in your place...”

You say, letting soothing fingers run through his hair, a motion you knew always relaxed him. Bruce instantly calmed down, as your kids made some disgusted faces at your closeness, and the incident was over.

It was good, though, that Duke asked. First because it was actually pretty funny to think of the fearless Batman getting his ass kicked by his wife...but also because it was a good reminder to him of what he almost lost, and who he used to be.

Alfred saved him.

You saved him.

His children saved him.

And now, he could appreciate a relaxing movie time with all of you (minus Alfred, who was in his room, probably devouring the cake you got him (because yes, that cake was for him and him only), finally relaxed).

The movie chosen, everyone took their usual spot on the massive couch, that Bruce had ordered specifically so that his big family could all fit on.

At one point, both you and Bruce drifted off to sleep, in each others’ arms, and barely noticed your kids placing a blanket on you, rolling their eyes at how teeth rotting sweet you two were.

6 pm, a walk through the park.

Alfred loved Wayne Manor’s gardens.

And he loved even more peacefully walk through them with his family.

This was the time you were always reminded how massive the “backyard” was, when you’d go through acres of it.

The kids would play soccer, baseball, football, or anything really. Alfred would often join. He was actually very athletic, and the kids would fight to have him on their team.

You and Bruce would take part in it too, and your children would always make sure you’d be in the same team. Sure, sometimes you’d stop playing to smooch each others, like two damn teenagers...BUT, having you both on the same team would avoid triggering your crazy competitive minds.

For some reason, whenever you had to play against each others, you’d both get very ruthless and petty, and it would often time get annoying (for real, you were forbidden to play UNO since a long time by then).

You’d all spend some times outside, no matter the weather, enjoying a normal family outing.

Alfred loved this time of the day.

Because he loved the gardens, but most of all, he loved seeing his family being happy and together...

9:30 pm, the dinner.

Dinner was entirely prepared by you, and Alfred only had to come at the table and wait.

By then, you had a perfect system that made it so the meal was prepped efficiently. It was Alfred’s favorite, of course.

The table would be filled with all his favorite meals, prepared mainly by Bruce with you guys’ help.

Your kids would pretend to be waiter in a fancy restaurant, and exaggerate everything, which was very funny.

And you’d all share a meal, something that was quite rare, in this day and age.

In fact, you were pretty sure that your entire family being reunited for a dinner happened max three times a year. For the holiday season, for Alfred Day, and for Batman day (you just thought it was funny to celebrate it).

This was just a time to catch up, and to be together.

Alfred would ask countless questions to everyone, and everyone would be polite and listen. It’d just be so nice, and relaxing...

11:30 pm, almost the end.

The day would end in the batcave, with everyone enjoying each others’ presence for a few more minute before you’d go back to a “normal” life.

You’d talk about your favorite moment of the day, and how you always really liked “Alfred day”.

And then it’d be over. Alfred would retake his butler position, and the Batman would prowl the streets of Gotham once more.

You’d be their home support again, working the computer often, and you-

Ah. Yes. But not yet.

There were still a few minutes. And it sounded like the perfect time for you to finally talk about a certain news...

You see, Alfred was the one you went to to vent. You loved your family with all your heart... But anyone knowing them just à little bit knew they could be à handful. And Alfred, he was always there.

So it just seemed fitted for you, that you’d announce this news on that day. While everyone was around, and celebrating Alfred’s existence.

Because what you were about to say, was one of Alfred’s dearest hope...

12:28 pm, 2 minutes before the end.

You waited the very last minute, because you thought the effect would be even better.

And as your husband and kids were ready to leave, you said :

“Oh wait, I have one last thing to say on this very special day !”

They all stopped, and turned around, looking at you. You smiled. Nervous, but happy. You knew that you and Bruce wanted this anyway, so it would be fine. And you knew your kids...your kids would be happy. For sure.

But Alfred. Alfred would be over the moon. And so, without further ado, you said :

“I’m pregnant !”

Bruce’s eyes went wide, and his mouth opened dumbly. He froze on the spot, before smiling widely and starting to laugh stupidly. His first reaction was to go to Alfred, which you were expecting.

Your children all reacted at the same time, rushing you like a wave of noise and excited screams and...pfiouh they could be overwhelming.

Alfred was indeed over the moon.

And he was the one calming your children, tearing them off of you so he could hug you, and give you some space, too.

Because that’s what Alfred did. Take care of you. Of his family.

And Alfred day, this year, ended with him looking at you and Bruce hugging tightly, overjoyed by the news of a future new little addition to the family.

Up until next year, and this future baby’s first Alfred day...

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Annnnd it’s 9:12 am, kept my promise to post something “today” haha. Probably not the best time to post. Buuuut...well, another sleepless night (or early morning, all about perspective really haha) of writing. I’m definitely back :). I hope you liked this story, I’m a little nervous after being gone for so long, I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore, and this is all very...mmmmbadhgezhe. I still do hope you liked it a little bit.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3.

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the-fourth-knower · 3 years

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Diary of a lost doe, part 1

A short fic where my character Annabelle writes in diaries

Fresh off losing her parents, Annabelle Flaches must contend with trying to fend for herself and her baby sister Angelica. And with Angelica talking to a mysterious green orb when she thinks Annabelle isn’t watching, things are only at the tip of the iceberg.

This is for me and Aquillis’s “half and half” AU, our ‘main’ AU. not to be confused with Aqui’s pack universe which is her underground re-write.

Due to the length I'm splitting this into two parts. This is part 1, part 2 is here!

Diary Enry 1, Day I dunno.

Okay here it is. First diary entry I guess. Gotta keep it brief, writing instruements are hard.

Been a few months since that day. We’re doing fine. Angie started another garden. Moved to a new spot.

Got some new things for the house. Old car door and a tire. Not sure what I’ll do with the tire gonna use the door as part of wall.

Finished roof this morning. Good thing 2, might rain.

Angie still sleps bad if not next to me. Writing while she’s curled up. Wasn’t for scars on ear and having to sleep in same clothes she’d look like we’re still home.

Gotta sleep now.

Diary Entry 2

Maybe got a job. Illegal probs but $ is $

Angelica talked more today. Good sign? Maybe she relapses back into not talking but progress.

I never thought i’d miss her annoying stupid “hey lets go explore a cave and not tell anyone bout what we’ll do” self. Never thought about losing mum and pa ei

Shit crying. Bye.

Diary entry 3

Diary didn’t get too wet yesterday.Don’t think bout mom and pa it ends badly.

I can’t afford to break down even if Angie’s sleeping

If I break down then Angie will get upset

I won’t put her through it

I won’t

…

Diary entry 54

Had to leave town but am 600 $ richer

Angie’s quiet again. But she didn’t complain bout us leavin

gonna go for a city maybe. more risk but more money and places to live.

Jadetown’s the city. Dunno too much bout it but mum liked it.

Should get there in maybe a cuple weeks or so

Angie’s sound asleep. No kicking or anything so that’s good

Hope the city’s okay. Angie hates crowds.

Need somewhere with not a lot of crowds to live at

…

Diary Entry 63

Been a hot second. Settling in Jadetown’s pretty hard.

Find a quiet spot in the slums. Pretty shitty now, but the two of us can make it work

Angie still isn’t talking, but she kept close to me while we made our way through the crowds. She seemed fine as long as she held my hand

Lost her a couple times, but not for long. She seemed upset bout it.

Sorry Angie.

I’ll do better. I promise.

...

Diary Entry 169 (it’s the morning but fuck it)

The nightmare happened again.

Angelica having her ear scared by those monsters. mum and pa being taken away in exchange for us being set loose

Only it loops around and around before it’s just cries and blood and knives and screams and crying and they’re all surrounding me judging me for just failing everyone because you’re a fucking failure

Haven’t had it a while. Don’t upset yourself, Angie needs you.

Diary entry 169? Night

Angelica almost killed some street thugs.

we caught some dumbass looking punks bullying some sort of chao. I think it’s a chao

I ran up to one like an idiot and gout in their face to know what they’re doin, and the things went dark. I got knocked out on my ass, apparenlty the big brute that led them butted me in the head. Asshole didn’t even let me get ready

I came to to Angie trying to shake me awake. When I looked around the punks were gone, there were plant vines all over, and the other kids that had gathered were a mix of crapped their pants and mouths on the floor

I asked angie bout it and she just said she took care of them and that the punks had run off

What the hell did she do? Usually I’m the one saving her? But she was having none of it today.

Oh the chao’s fine, weirdass chao though. Never seen chao that just cause flowers to grow around them or in their footsteps.

Made 30 $

Rib’s hurting and headache, Angie fast asleep. Time for bed.

Diary Entry 170

Chao’s bak.

Visited Angie’s garden for a while watchin me watchin it. It waved and left right around Angie gettin up.

Showed up again when we got back home. Angie hasn’t seen it yet. Good thing, she wanted to bring it with us. We can’t afford three mouths.

I don’t like it. We save its ass and now its stalking us.

Made nothin.

Ribs hurt less. Still a bitch.

Diary entry 171

Angie’s found the “chao”

She talked to it all morning when she thought i was napping. Couldn’t sleep, too afraid of bad dreams.

It doesn’t make chao sounds. Or it does but really weird ones.

Then it turned a green light ball for a bit and back into a chao

Angie liked that.

I don’t trust it. Even less.

Need to watch it.

Angie’s relaxed.

Made 5$.

Diary Entry 172 morn

Nightmare again

Diary Entry 172 night

Angie got excited, claimed that she “found Trevor”

he lived near us back in our old home

Had to tell her no, every red mouse we see is not Trevor.

She says that Trevor and his family were gonna move here, pretty inistent too.

Man she gets caught up on the smallest things

Made 20$

Diary Entry 173

Chao returned while i was working. Left Angie on her own

Shes seemed like she was having a fun time being able to talk with someone

She’s not made friends much. Maybe i’m being too hard on the ‘chao’

Still gotta watch it. It could be manipulating her

Haven’t told her I know bout the chao yet.

Should i?

Not now. Angelica is sleeping.

Made 5$

Diary Entry 174

‘Trevor’ spotting 2. Angie wanted to go bug the person. So we went and sure enough as we got closer Angie changed her mind. It was a rat, not a mouse she said.

How can she tell the difference?

No Angie and chao visit. Unless it was while i slept in. but why would she be secretive bout it?

Saw the punk bitch again today. Looked like he crapped his pants when he saw Angie and she glared at him. That’s my sister.

Made 60$

…

Diary Entry 364

Got a new diary. Last entry for this one. Things going well. Got a good thing going for myself.

Angie found a new plant today, and now she’s got it in her garden.

Loved the look on her face when I got it for her.

Made 50$

Angelica’s chatted with the Chao again. Sort of like, is her guardian I think. Or is that its name

Guess good bye diary 1. Really weird to do but it feels right.

Angie’s sleeping well enough on her own. She mumbles but that seems it.

Do I do a good job keeping her safe

Diary 2 Entry 1

Managed to find a new diary. Keeping the old one just cause, and because I have the storage. For a couple of street bum does, we’ve got a decent enough house going. Been able to put it together from bits and bobs lying around, Angie even threw in her hat and added her own touches.

Looks ugly as hell with the plants holding things together and it’s all a mish mash of junk and crap I found, but it’s our mishmash of junk and crap.

Also saved up enough and am making enough to afford more than one pen and even some pencils. So I can write more often. Just felt like writing

Angie’s started to get more vocal again. I think she’s catching onto the fact the way I’ve been making money is less than honest a lot of the time.

I’m not going to sell myself for it though. I’m not degrading myself with that and nayone who fucking tries is going to a hospital.

And if any of those freaks dare go near Angie there won’t be enough left for a morgue to pick up.

Oh, and the chao’s still around. I can feel it. Angelica loves it, I think. I don’t trust it entirely, yet. But, it hasn't been a danger for the past months. So I think it’s actually a good thing.. Angie calls it Guardian. Maybe it's our own Guardian Angel.

Made 65$ today.

Good journal entry me. You got talkative. Writative? Whatever.

...

Diary 2 Entry 23

Got into a fight today, that was fun. The punks from when I helped save Guardian decided to jump me when Angelica was at the house. Guess they figured they could jump me without little sis to back me up. Too bad for them, when I don’t get suckered I’m damn good at defending myself. Sent them packing. Got a bit bruised. Why is it always the ribs with those guys.

Admittedly. I didn’t have to beat the crap out of them. But talk shit get hit, I say. They shouldn’t have been trash talking me when I was walking by.

Angelica was upset when I got back. Should’ve expected that, really. Don’t know why I didn’t think she would notice me being hurt, she’s got a sixth sense for that sort of thing. Always has. Kinda weird.

But, she did try and heal me a bit. Somehow, she’s gotten better at it -Ever since she's met Guardian, she’s gotten more control over that healing ability she has. I just need to make sure she doesn’t overdo herself again.

I don’t know anything much bout healing magic or whatever it is, but I don’t think what Angie has is normal. I think she uses herself for it. Whatever healing she tries to do just eats away at her. And whatever it was was enough to frighten Pa to move us in the first place

I think part of me might blame ANgie for it. For getting us out of the safety of where we lived near Agateton and moving.

But if we didn’t move would we really have been safe still. And it wasn’t Angie’s fault she did what she did, it was Pa who pushed for it and Mum who went with it.

So do I blame them? I don’t want to. The monsters that took them and hurt Angie are the ones to blame.

But they wouldn’t have found us if we didn’t move near that forest. But Mum and Pa couldn’t have seen it coming.

Ugh. brain hurts. Fuck this mind screw bullshite

Spent 123.54$ today. Groceries and supplies. Tampons are stupid expensive but I want to have a decent supply for when we need them. Also some food.

Made 13$. Gonna need to work more to recoup.

No idea if Angie talked with Guardian. She still thinks I don’t know anythin bout it.

At least, I think she doesn’t. She gets defensive and acts like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

I wonder why she does that. Wonder if it’s tied with how I react to her saying she’s found Trevor for the umpteenth time.

Maybe I should press her bout it. But I don’t want to get her worked up over nothin.

Okay that’s enough, my mind’s getting wandering now and I stay up if I do that.

...

Diary 2 Entry 54

Someone showed up with a bunch of robots earlier. Cause quite the commotion, sent people running, the usual.

Apparently he set up shop in the rich quarter and is causing all sorts of troubles. People have been coming to and fro a lot the past few days.

Angie got worried over explosions. Had to calm her down, explain that whatever it was probably wasn’t coming here. She asked me bout the people there and if they needed help - told her that someone would take care of the rich fops. That’s what they do after all. Who gives a shit about two practically orphaned kids.

Not sure if she bought it. Gotta keep an eye on her. Might need to pull an all nighter.

And we don’t have any energy drinks or coffee. I could go grab one, no one is gonna give a shit if I do, not in this current environment.

Gotta stop for now. Gotta focus on Angie not some stupid book.

Entry 55

Angie’s missin

#Knower writes #Sonic #Sonic Fic #Sonic the Hedgehog #Annabelle Flaches #Angelica Flaches #didn't realize it'd be so long #guess that's what happens if I just let myself write something #but I had fun writing this #hope everyone enjoys this first part

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hoplessdreamer9796 · 3 years

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BTS 8th Member - All Grown Up; Part 1

The BTS members realise their Y/N is all grown up. Set in 2016 Y/N age is 20 internationally and 22 Korean age. She isn’t a billionaire yet but is still very wealthy.

Read “Your Friends” to read character info on all of your friends mentioned.

Haeje, meaning release, is the name of a club (made up), in this au the club makes everyone sign non-disclosure agreements before entering and also takes your phone away. Which is why it’s going to be the regular club for Y/N in this au.

A-Lounge is also a made up club but won’t be mentioned as a regular.

Y/N - Your Name N/N - Nick Name

(English conversation is written in bold) It was a lazy day for the guys. 6 of them were sat in the kitchen eating a late breakfast at around 11, both Yoongi and Y/N were still asleep. “Yah Jiminah, do you want to play join me and Jungkookie today? We’re gunna have a gaming marathon.” Taehyung asked swallowing his mouth full of rice. “I can for a while but not tonight. I’m hanging out with Eunhee tonight.” He replied a smug smile taking over his face. All of his friends simultaneously rolled their eyes. “I thought she wanted to stop seeing you.” Namjoon said. Jimin laughed, “I guess I’m just irresistible, she said she wanted to meet up and that she missed me.” Jin’s head whipped over to Jimin, “Yah! Don’t get involved with her again. That girl’s crazy.” Jimin pouted and replied defensively, “I’m not! I told her that I don’t want a relationship. She agreed.” Taehyung threw a grape at Jimin which he dodged, “So you’re just going to cancel on us for a girl? You used to have priorities!” Taehyung dramatically proclaimed. Jimin rolled his eyes at him, “No I’m ditching you guys for sex, have fun playing video games all night though, sounds fun.” Jimin said teasing so this time Jungkook threw a grape at him that hit him in the eye. To which Jimin clutched his eye, screamed and dropped to the floor making everyone laugh.

About ten minutes later Yoongi trudged into the kitchen. His face was puffy from sleep. He got a cup of coffee before sitting at the table. He chugs his entire cup of coffee then drinks some water. He banged his head on the table. All of his members chuckled at him to which he looked up and scowled at them. “Hyung how much did you sleep last night?” Hoseok asked half amused and half concerned. “11 hours.” Yoongi replied straight faced. Jin looked at him like he’s stupid, “11 hours! And you have the nerve to look tired. Wah!” Yoongi glared at him. “Hey! I am tired okay. And why are you shouting at me? Y/N went to sleep hours before I did and she’s still asleep.” Jin scowled at him. “Leave my princess out of this, she had meetings all day.” Jin said to Yoongi, pointing his chopsticks threateningly at him. Yoongi grumbles about clear favouritism and stuffs a big spoon of rice in his mouth.

10 minutes later Jungkook and Jin were bickering about who’s the dumbest when Y/N stumbled into the kitchen, clad in pyjama shorts and a tank top, and tugging a hoodie over her head. Still half asleep she bumps into the counter as she turns the kettle on, Jin having filled it up beforehand for her. She gets her mug down before placing a green tea bag in it then leans back onto the countertop. All while her eyes are still closed. She blindly fills the cup with water and sits down at the table next in between Namjoon and Jungkook. “One day you’re gunna burn yourself like that.” Hoseok said smiling at her fondly.

Y/N looked up at him finally properly opening her eyes. They were watery from sleep, her blue eyes looked sparking, her cheeks were puffy, and her lips were swollen which caused her naturally pouty lips to pout even more. “Aww!” Jimin, who was sitting next to Hoseok, cooed. His heart melted and he reached over the table to pinch her cheeks, she dodged his hands and looked at him weirdly before filling her plate with fruit. He pouted at her, “Yah! Accept my love!” Jimin whined. “I don’t want it.” Y/N mumbled voice still heavy with sleep. Jimin gasped and clutched his heart. “How could you do this to me? You used to love my affection. The money has changed you.” Y/N just looked at him and rubbed her eyes before laying her head on Namjoon’s shoulder and saying, “I never loved your affection.” Closing her eyes and ignoring Jimin’s gasp of betrayal that made a small smile tug at her lips. Jimin smiled seeing her smile.

Namjoon patted her hooded head affectionately before speaking, “Do you have any plans today?” Y/N raised her head and nodded, “Yes, meetings ‘til 7. Thankfully no morning meetings.” Jin grabbed her plate of fruit before she could take a bite from it making her look up at him confused. “If you have a full day, you’re going to eat a proper meal.” Jin instructed giving her bowls of rice and stew. Y/N scrunched up her face, “It’s too much for breakfast I’ll just eat more for lunch.” She said reaching for the fruit. Jin frowned at her and moved it further out of her reach and said to her, “We both know you’ll be too distracted by work to eat properly.” Y/N was about to object before Jin squinted his eyes at her, daring her to say he’s wrong. “Honestly N/N-ie what’s the point of you paying for a personal chef if you’re the only one that doesn’t eat her food?” Jin asked. Y/N looked at him shocked. “What? I always eat her food.” She proclaimed in a dramatic voice that had Jin rolling his eyes at her. “I’m just not a fan of stew in the morning.” Y/N muttered pouting before sullenly eating her food.

Jungkook perked up next to her, “Noona do you want to join me and Tae hyung playing video games tonight, we’re having an all-day marathon, we can play Mario cart.” Knowing that that’s his noona’s favourite game. Y/N ruffled his hair. “Sorry Jungkookah, after work I’m going to visit my parents.” Yoongi looked over at her curiously, “Why?” Y/N looked at him, “My Mum said that even though Hanuel and I live in Seoul she sees us less than our brothers who live in England.” She said rolling her eyes but smiling.

Everyone chuckled before Jimin looked at Y/N, “So are all of your brothers going? Are you staying over?” Jimin asked curiously but eyes shining in mischief. Y/N shot him a look of annoyance to which he smirked at. “I don’t know if any of my other brothers are going. Hanuel is staying over. And I’ll probably come back at really late tonight, me and my brother will probably have some drinks so I’ll wait till I can drive but I have meetings all day tomorrow and documents I need to go over, so I don’t want to sleep there.” Y/N replied, imagining pouring water over Jimin. “What is everyone else doing tonight?” Y/N asked changing topics. Jimin chuckled lowly shaking his head before drinking some water. Namjoon looked at him suspiciously for a moment before shaking it off.

Jin looked up and replied, “Well those two are playing games all day, and I think Namjoonah is going to the gallery today, but I think tonight all of us are hanging out at home except for Jiminah and you.” Y/N tilted her head and looked at Jimin. “Where are you going?” Jimin smiled, “I’m hanging out with Eunhee.” He said happily. Y/N smirked at him before holding out her fist, “Get it oppa.” Jimin reached over to return her fist bump but Hoseok reached over to push their hands down and said, “Stop. Don’t encourage him. And don’t say that ever again.” Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed. “Why? She’s hot. What’s the big deal?” Y/N asked. “Thank you! At least someone gets it. We’re not going out it’s just casual.” Jimin exclaimed. Y/N nodded, “Yeah it’s just sex, have fun. Just make sure you take your own condoms I’m pretty sure she’s the type of crazy to put holes in them to tie you down into raising a child. Bitch is psycho.” She could hear Jin clear his throat in disapproval at her words, but she ignored it. Jimin had a look of horror on his face before nodding vehemently in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. Ughhh! Why are the crazy ones always good in bed?” Jimin asked before puffing his cheeks out and resting his head in his hands in misery.

“Could you never say the words sex or condoms again? I want to throw up.” Yoongi said to Y/N with a grimace on his face. Y/N smirked and took a sip of her drink. “I agree my N/N-ie shouldn’t know words like that.” Seokjin said. Jimin let out a loud laugh which caused Y/N to glare at him. Namjoon squinted his eyes at them. What was he missing? Y/N noticed his look and internally panicked. She covered Jungkook’s ears, “We need to stop talking about these things in front of Jungkookie, he’s too pure to be corrupted by the likes of all of you!” She jokingly exclaimed hoping to distract Namjoon. Jungkook grabbed her wrists gently and lowered them pouting at her, “Noona, I’m not a child! I’ve done-I know about this stuff!” Jungkook whined. She just laughed at him and squished his cheeks together. “All right, I’m sorry.” Y/n said. Jimin glared at her, “Yah! This isn’t fair, why does Jungkookah get special treatment?” Jungkook grinned at him and stuck his tongue out. “Because I’m noona’s favourite.” Y/N flicked his forehead, “Yah! I have no favourites.” Y/N said finishing her tea. “Then give me a hug.” Jimin says pouting. Y/N grimaces, “No thanks oppa.” Taehyung laughs and hits Jimin’s shoulder while Jimin huffs.

Y/N’s phone pings with a text. She sighs tiredly, “It’s Sooah I have to get ready we’re leaving soon.” Y/N says grabbing her half empty dishes before standing up. Namjoon grabs her hand stopping her, “Can you drop me off at the art gallery on the way?” He asks. She smiles at him, “Yeah of course oppa, we’re leaving in half an hour.” He smiles at her. “I’ll meet you in the living room in 30 minutes.” Y/N nods at him and then grabs her half empty dishes washes them quickly and goes to leave the kitchen, before rushing back and grabbing the plate of fruit and smiling sheepishly at them before going to her room. Everyone chuckles at her actions. One by one they filter out of the room.

Later Y/N (dressed up in a pair of light blue high waisted loose Levi’s jeans, with a black leather belt and a black polar neck tucked in, hair in a low ponytail with strands framing her face) was finishing putting on her makeup (light foundation, orangy-reddish blush, subtle eyeshadow, mascara and red tinted lip balm) in her bathroom.

She saw Jimin approaching through the mirror and glared at him, “You’re such an arsehole oppa, you totally baited me out!” She pouted and Jimin laughed before wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her, “I’m sorry it’s just so funny how all of the guys are clueless to all of your sexcapades.” She leaned into his arms and put her mascara back in her makeup box. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on Jimin’s shoulder, he looked at her with worry. But then she got a hold of herself and gently stepped out of his arms before leaning against the counter to face him. She sighed in disappointment, “It’s necessary, I mean Yoongi oppa literally almost threw up after I said the word condom.” Jimin laughed half-heartedly, feeling sorry for his dongsaeng, before nodding. “Don’t worry N/N-ie I won’t tell them.” She laughs at him, “I know you won’t. I’m your wingman.” Y/N says smirking at him.

Jimin looks at her with a worried frown, “You know I don’t care about you fucking around that’s your choice, I mean, I’d rather you not do it but it’s your choice. However, that being said please be careful N/N-ie, I still worry about you. So just be safe. You’re still going to the same hotel, right? You’ll watch your drink, right? Keep your location on okay?” Jimin questioned frantically. Y/N just laughed before cupping his face in her hands and then tapped his cheeks. “Owww!” He over exaggeratedly exclaimed and pouted at her. “Yes, yes and okay. Oppa I’ll be fine it’s not like this is my first time going out. Soomi and her boyfriend just broke up and we all wanted to take her to a club for some fun. So, you have fun with Eunhee tonight and I will have fun with Kyungseok.” She said smirking referring to her current friend with benefits and putting her makeup away.

“Okay, okay I’ll chill. Hey, are you guys going to Haeje?” Y/N shook her head, “No we’re going to some other club called A Lounge that Soomi’s ex hated. Apparently he would never let her go because people like them shouldn’t go there or some bullshit like that. Honestly boyfriends are such a pain in the arse, like why bother?” Jimin chuckled, “Because love is a beautiful thing?” Jimin asked sounding not so sure of himself. Y/N looked at him weirdly, “What have you been smoking? That’s somehow more stupid than what you usually say which is hard to accomplish.” Jimin looked offended and went to slap her arm but she ran past him, out of the bathroom, “Too slow!” She exclaimed grabbing the set of keys for Romeo, her black trench coat and her duffel bag, which contained her makeup and skincare, her party outfit and clothes for when she’ll leave the hotel and other necessities, running to the living room. Jimin chuckled running after her.

In the living room Taehyung and Jungkook are setting up there gaming area. A huge pile of snacks and mountains of blankets and pillows surrounding them. Namjoon was sat on the sofa on his phone, purposefully ignoring the mess, when Y/N ran in. “You ready oppa?” She asked. Namjoon nodded smiling. When Jimin ran in, Y/N yelped before throwing her bag and coat on the sofa and running away. She ran behind where Taehyung and Jungkook were standing, sorting out their games and being completely unbothered by the her and Jimin, they circled around them. Y/N hugged Taehyung’s waist, “Oppa save me!” Taehyung looked down at her and chuckled, “What will you do for me if I help you?” He asked, she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “What do you want oppa?” She asked apprehensively. “Tell me you love me!” he exclaimed. “I love you.” She replied sarcastically. “No tell me sincerely.” He demanded. Y/N stared at him blankly for a moment before letting go and stepping out from behind him and looking to Jimin, “I surrender.” She said. “Yaaah!” Taehyung whined as Jimin grabbed Y/N before flicking her forehead. She pouted and rubbed her forehead. Taehyung scowled at her. “I can’t believe you’d rather be hit than tell me you love me properly. Really?” Taehyung asked exasperatedly, a disbelieving look on his face. Y/N just nodded, “Yeah.” Taehyung shouted in offense, putting a hand on his heart. Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook laughing at the situation.

Y/N’s phone pings. “Sooah’s losing her shit waiting for us. Let’s go oppa.” Y/N said putting her coat on and grabbing her bag. Namjoon grabs his bag, “Which car are you driving?” He asks Y/N quickly taking her bag from her, she smiles and thanks him putting on a random pair of her trainers from the shoe rack. “Romeo.” She said smiling with a loving tone. Namjoon rolled his eyes at her unhealthy adoration for her car. “Bye noona!” Jungkook shouts from the living room. “See you later Jungkookah!” Y/N replies as her and Namjoon exit the apartment.

Y/N and Namjoon are in the lift. Namjoon couldn’t stop fidgeting. He knew something was going on, he just didn’t know what. “Y/N you’d tell me if something was wrong right?” She knew he had caught onto Jimin’s behaviour and now really wanted to pour that water on Jimin. She smiled at him soothingly. “Of course, I would oppa.” Y/N felt kind of guilty for lying to him, but she didn’t have any other options, they’re so protective it’s suffocating.

As they reach the car park talking about random things, they hear Sooah shout, “Yah! I’ve been waiting down here for 15 minutes!” Y/N laughed at her, “That’s sounds like a you problem love.” You tapped her arm, gently took your bag from Namjoon and walked past her to Romeo. You placed your bag in back seat of your car.

Romeo is your 1970 dodge charger, painted a glossy black he was absolutely beautiful. Out of all your cars he is your favourite, despite your expensive super cars, this one is the one you’ve wanted since you were a child or more accurately ever since you watched Fast and Furious for the first time. As soon as you started making money you bought this car. Unfortunately, you’re only allowed to keep 2 cars at the apartment at a time as each apartment is allotted a certain amount of parking spaces. So, you keep your others at your private parking area at the company and alternate which ones are kept here. Except for Romeo. He always stays with you. If they ask you, you always let your friends and family borrow your cars, just not Romeo. No one drives him except for you.

Namjoon laughed at Sooah as her mouth gaped open and closed repeatedly as you walked past her to get to your baby. She glared playfully at him before walking over to the car. “I can sit in the back Sooahya.” Namjoon offered politely. She grinned at him, “It’s okay oppa, I want to be as far away from her as possible.” Y/N just smirked at her before cockily putting her shades on. Sooah rolled her eyes groaning at her best friends douchiness and got into the car. Y/N and Namjoon both chuckled at her and followed her actions.

Y/N sighed in relief once she got into her car. “Hello love. I missed you.” She said to Romeo gripping the steering wheel tightly, the feeling of the familiar leather wheel soothing her. Sooah moved her head in between yours and Namjoon’s seats, “You do know your precious Romeo can’t talk back right?” She questioned sarcastically. Y/N lowered her shades and glared at Sooah through the rear-view mirror, “Do you want to walk?” Sooah sighed in defeat and moved her head back. Namjoon chuckled at the both of them.

As they drove out of the car park Namjoon talked excitedly about all the new pieces of arriving in the gallery. Y/N hummed along responding when asked something. When they reached the gallery Y/N looked at Namjoon, “Oppa how do you plan on getting home?” Y/N asked Namjoon her head tilted. He paused midway through taking off his seatbelt and looked at her with wide eyes “Taxi?” He answered unsure. She chuckled at him and asked, “Do you want me to ask Sungmin oppa (her driver) to pick you up?” He nodded smiling sheepishly. “I’ll let him know just text me what time he should pick you up.” Namjoon nodded and grabbed his bag and looked at Y/N, “Thank you princess.” He said and kissed her cheek. She smiled at him, “No worries oppa.” He got out of the car, after saying goodbye to both of them and putting on his mask, and Sooah took his seat.

“Okay now he’s gone can we talk about tonight please?” Sooah asked. Y/N nodded grabbing chewing gum from the glove compartment, offering Sooah a piece, who shakes her head in denial, putting a couple of pieces in her mouth. “Great, because I need to talk to you about something.” She says. You raise an eyebrow at her. “Y/N you’re not allowed to leave the club until at least two hours after we get there or until Soomi leaves with someone.” Y/N looked at her offended, “What the hell? I wasn’t gunna leave.” Y/N said looking at Sooah. Sooah just looked at her incredulously. “So, you’re telling me your plan wasn’t to get drunk and leave with Kyungseok?” Y/N just looked at her for a moment then sighed, “Lucky guess.” Sooah looked unimpressed. Y/N looked at her, “Hey! What about Hangyeol? It’s not just me.” Y/n said pouting. Sooah nodded, “Daeho is giving him the same talk I’m giving you.” Sooah said.

Y/N dropped her shoulders sadly before perking up, “So if Soomi gets laid, I can get laid?” Sooah sighed in defeat and said, “Yes.” Y/N smirked deviously. Sooah looked at her in apprehension, “I know that look, I have nightmares about that look.” Y/N chuckled and unlocked her phone before tossing it to Sooah, “Call Hangy-” Y/N was saying before she was interrupted by her phone ringing. The caller id read Lee Hangyeol and Y/N smirked looking at Sooah smugly who rolled her eyes and answered the phone, “What?” Sooah spoke into the phone in an annoyed tone while Y/N laughed lowly at her.

“Y/N!” Sooah winced at Hangyeol’s outraged scream. “Aish!” Sooah muttered lowly before putting the phone on speaker while glaring at it. Y/N answered Hangyeol, “Hey what’s up?” Even though she knew exactly what he was going to say. “What’s up?! What’s up?! I’m pissed that’s what’s up. All I wanted to do tonight was to get smashed and then smash someone but nooooh!” Y/N laughed at his crude language while Sooah made a face of disgust at it. “You’re being an idiot there’s an easy solution, we help Soomi find a guy and then I can leave with Kyungseok and you can do all the smashing you want.” You said. Sooah whipped her head to you, glaring heavily. You pointedly ignored her glare and focused on the road. “Holy fuck, see N/N-ie this is what your genius should be used for.” He said. You laughed at him and partly at Sooah who literally face palmed. “Okay that’s it! You go fix cars! We have meetings to attend! After which I will find a religion and then pray for both of your souls because you’re both horrible people.” Sooah said. Y/N nodded, “I’m okay with it.” Hangyeol also replied, “I’m okay with it too.” Sooah glared, “I hate the both of you and now I’m hanging up.” Hangyeol laughed, “Okay I’ll see you guys at Soomi’s after work. Dinner’s on Daeho!” Y/N and Sooah could hear Daeho shouting in protest in the background, before saying goodbyes and ending the call.

Several Hours Later…

Y/N finishes her meetings at 7 and now her and Sooah were heading to the Ikon dorm to pick up Hanbin. They reach the dorm and Y/N texts Hanbin to come out. A few minutes later he leaves the building and gets into the car. “Did you tell her?” He asks Sooah skipping any greetings. Sooah nods looking up from her phone and says, “Yep.” Y/N faces Hanbin, “You bitch! You knew about this and didn’t give me a heads up.” Hanbin shrugged unapologetically, “Because I knew you’d find a way out of it and honestly it’s way funnier this way.” He laughs. Y/N glares at him through her shades but he doesn’t stop laughing. Y/N pouts petulantly and starts driving to Soomi’s apartment. Sooah puts her phone away and faces Hanbin, “Well it’s not like her and Hangyeol didn’t find a way.” Sooah says with an annoyed tone that makes Y/N roll her eyes behind her shades. Hanbin looks confused, “What?” Sooah jerks her thumb at Y/N, “The two of them are going to find Soomi a guy as quick as possible so they can fuck off.” Saphira briefly looks away from the road to face them and says, “Literally.” With a smug smile on her face.

Hanbin throws his head back against the seat groaning. “I knew you’d do this. Would it kill you to just maybe not think with your downstairs brain for once and have a good time with your friends?” Y/N tilted her head and then answered, “Why would I do that when thinking with my downstairs brain is so much more fun.” Seeing the unimpressed looks she received in return she sighed in defeat. “Listen guys I’m not gunna force Soomi to get with some guy unless she wants to. And I’m not just gunna ditch early with Kyungseok, Soomi is the main priority. I want us all to have a good time and for her to feel better, so you guys need to chill.” They both relented and the car was silent for a moment before Y/N spoke again smirking, “But you know the best way for her to get over someone is to get under someone else.” “Y/N!” They both shouted Hanbin more amused while Sooah sounded appalled. Y/N just laughed, “Well it’s true.”

Later they arrived at Soomi’s and all had dinner which Daeho paid for grumbling about how even though 3 of his friends (Y/N, Hanbin and Soomi) are rich and famous he still has to pay for dinner. Then they all got ready and headed out at ten. Y/N wore a spaghetti strapped black dress with small nude wedges as she was already tall. The brands were unknown to her as Hwayoung bought them. Your makeup was a Korean brown smoky eye with a red lip tint and your face was lightly contoured, highlighted and blushed. Your hair was straight and in a mid ponytail with strands framing your face.

Daeho was driving one car as he wouldn’t be drinking tonight, and Y/N was driving her car too as Sungmin would drive her car from the club and drop it off at what the hotel that she normally used for her hook ups. He has a spare key to all of her cars. He’d get her duffel bag that is in the trunk of her car and drop it off in her hotel room. The people that Y/N drove would all get cabs back, Daeho would make sure they did so safely. Kyungseok was meeting her at the club.

As they arrive at the club, they hear a voice shout, “Y/N!” Y/N smirks and turns towards the voice, smiling charmingly, “Oppa.” Kyungseok hugs you briefly before kissing your cheek. Y/N looks at all of her friends smugly, all of whom roll their eyes at her except for Hangyeol who gives her a thumbs up before Chungae slaps the back of his head.

The 11 of them walk into A Lounge looking around. The club was not nearly as nice as Haeje. But Y/N knew that this was something Soomi felt she needed to do. They got a table and ordered drinks and loosened up. Although Hanbin and Y/N were still careful as even though this club took your phone away, they didn’t make you sign non-disclosure agreements meaning people could still tell the press what they saw. They probably wouldn’t but she couldn’t risk it.

Y/N told Kyungseok she couldn’t be to touchy due to this. He grudgingly accepted and she inwardly rolled her eyes, he’s lucky he was hot. Y/N smirked at him before placing a hand on his thigh under the table raising it higher and higher until he grabbed her hand in alarm stopping her. He looked down at her, his eyes clouded in lust, but she just smiled teasingly at him and turned back to her friends and taking a sip of her whiskey while keeping her hand planted on his thigh squeezing it teasingly at random times, frustrating him to no end. He didn’t talk to her friends, he didn’t really care about them, he was only here for Y/N.

Hangyeol had managed to find a pretty girl to join him to no one’s surprise. Everyone was laughing and having a good time until Daehyun saw something. He nudged Y/N who was bickering with Hangyeol across the table over who finished their shots quicker. She looked at him in confusion before following his line of sight.

There was Soomi’s ex-boyfriend grinding on some random girl. “What should we do?” Daehyun asked. “Tell her!” Y/N whisper shouted. He looked at her incredulous and glared at her, “Why me?!” He whisper shouted back to her. Y/N glared at him and as they continued to bicker all of their friend’s attention soon drifted to them. Their friends all looked at each other curiously wondering what Y/N and Daehyun were bickering about. Hwayoung shouted at them in order to get their attention, “Hey!” They both snapped their heads over at her impatiently, “What?!” They both shouted simultaneously, Kyungseok looked up from his phone at the situation wondering what he missed. Hwayoung raised her eyebrow at them, “What the hell is wrong with you two?” They both glanced at each other nervously and then to Soomi and then back to each other. Y/N jerked her head towards Soomi gesturing to Daehyun that it was all his before downing her glass of whiskey. Daehyun scowled at her before looking back at their friends. He cleared his throat nervously. He looked at Soomi before glancing behind her pointedly. She looked at him confused before turning around.

Her eyes fell upon a random couple on the dance floor. Just as Soomi was about to turn back around and ask Daehyun why she was supposed to look at them she noticed something that made her breath catch. The male wore a dark blue dress shirt. There was nothing special about it except for the neon yellow embroidered smiley face on the cuff of the shirt. The shirt that she bought for him. The smiley face that Soomi embroidered in hopes that whenever he looked at it, he would smile thinking of her. The smiley face that she thought meant so much to them. The smiley face that was embroidered on the cuff of the hand that now rested on another girl’s waist. The girl that he insisted was just his friend. He looked just as handsome as always and she missed him but fuck she hated him. Is this why he never wanted her to come here? She could feel tears stinging her eyes.

Chungae reached her hand out and placed it on Soomi’s arm, “Soomiah?” She asked concerned. When Soomi turned back to her friends they saw her watery eyes. Hangyeol slammed his drink down and glared at Soomi’s ex-boyfriend. Going to stand up he growled, “I’ll kill the son of a bitch!” Daeho rolled his eyes at him, grabbing his arm he pulled him down, “You’re not killing anybody you idiot!” He said to Hangyeol.

Kyungmin ignored the two idiots now bickering and reached over to pat Soomi’s shoulder gently. “Do you want to leave?” He asked her gently. She nodded and her friends instantly started gathering their things. Y/N went to pay the tab despite Hanbin objecting. As Hanbin tried to reach around Y/N to pay she just slapped his hand and handed her card over sticking her tongue out at Hanbin who glared at her and tugged a strand of her hair. Daehyun was checking under the table to make sure no one left anything behind while Sooah was nagging him, telling him that no one forgot anything and that he was being stupid. Daeho and Hangyeol were now wrestling each other. Hwayoung was grabbing all of Soomi’s things before wordlessly carrying her bag smiling at her, Soomi smiled back in thanks. Chungae broke up both Hangyeol and Daeho by grabbing their ears, both of them shouting in pain. Kyungmin grabbed her coat and put it over her shoulders. She smiled at him and looked at all of her friends, a warm feeling replaced the anxiety, sadness, betrayal and anger at seeing her ex-boyfriend again. With friends like these she’d be fine.

As they were all walking out of the club, Kyungmin suddenly paused making Sooah pause too as his arm was over her shoulder. Y/N cursed at his abrupt pause as she was right behind him, Kyungseok’s arm over her shoulder. She glared at Kyungmin, “What the fuck man?” She asked, voice slightly muffled through her mask. He just smiled at her not offended and looked at Sooah. “We’re not letting this ruin tonight. You wanted to have a good time don’t let him ruin it.” He said to Sooah smiling warmly at her. Sooah bit her lip unsure. Y/N sighed, “I can call Haeje, get a table, I mean it’s only 11.”

Kyungseok looked at her upset, he honestly just wanted the two of them to go back to her hotel room. Y/N ignored him and focused on Soomi, “But only if you want?” She asked gently. Y/N stepped out of Kyungseok’s hold who frowned at the loss of contact. She held both of Soomi’s hands, “We can just as easily scrap this night, order a ton of food and have a movie marathon.” Soomi looked down at their joined hands for a moment before squeezing Y/N’s hands and smiling at her confidently. “No. I want to go. I don’t give a fuck about him. So, you’re gunna book that table at Haeje and we’re going to have a great time. And I’m going to get wasted, find a hot guy and have sex with him. Yep, that’s what I’m going to do” Soomi said. Her friends all cheered at her proclamation. Y/N kissed her cheek. “Yes ma’am.” She said smirking pulling out her phone and stepping away to call one of the people that worked at Haeje to get a table for them.

Kyungseok frowned and followed after her. He was horny and annoyed. All he wanted was to leave and have sex or at least get an ounce of Y/N’s attention. Don’t get him wrong this whole “friends with benefits” thing has been great for him. Y/N is hot and rich and famous. But there are downsides to it.

One of which is that she always puts everyone before him, they could have made plans to meet but as soon as one of her family, friends or her members call, she ditches him without second thought. Another downside is that he can’t tell anyone. She made him sign a non-disclosure agreement, which he did out of fear that he wouldn’t get to see her again if he didn’t. However, an unexpected downside was her lack of emotion towards him. Usually, it was the other way around for him. With every other girl he’d been with he was always the one being emotionally distant, he’d always be the one that blew them off at random times just because he could, with them he felt important. But with Y/N he just felt replaceable.

They call each other when they wanted sex and that was it. But she was busy most of the time so whenever he wanted to meet up most of the time it was a rain check. But when she called, he dropped everything and ran to her. It stung and he always felt rejected whenever she would nonchalantly turn him down. He wanted to say no to her just once, so she’d know what it felt like. He always told himself he would but then wondered if she’d even care or just seek out someone else. Out of fear that she would just replace him he always makes himself available for her.

Every time he sees her name flash on his screen, he can’t help but respond. He’s addicted to her. He knows that she’s bad for him, that she doesn’t care about his feelings and he’ll wake up to an empty bed in a cold hotel room but as long as he can have her for that one night he’ll gladly go through it all.

“Y/N! What the hell?! You said we wouldn’t be out for that long.” Kyungseok said to Y/N after she had gotten off the phone. Y/N looked at him expressionless. “My friend’s upset that’s more important than you getting your rocks off.” She said to him. He looked at her offended and angry, “Yah! That’s not what this is about. This is about how you alw-” He was cut off mid-sentence as she reached up and placed her lips on his. He instantly melted into the kiss, momentarily forgetting his anger and what he was going to say. But when he felt her smirk into the kiss smugly, he got angry again. He was going to pull back, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The scent of her perfume made his heart flutter, the feel of her lips on his made his mind fuzzy and he knew she had won. He held onto her waist, pulled her closer and kissed her more urgently, intoxicated with her. When he darted his tongue out, she pulled back and smirked at him. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he had to hold back a groan, while his hands held her waist tighter. “Tonight, we can fuck all you want, but right now I couldn’t give less of a crap about the sex.” She said to him glancing at Soomi concernedly.

His eyes softened. He was so screwed. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that she was a horrible person, that she had no feelings, moments like these he could see the love and affection she reserved for those special to her. Seeing her like that made him feel for her all the more. To him that was worse, it meant that even though she could care for him she simply chose not to. He wasn’t important to her. He was just convenient. Whatever his feelings for her were, be it attraction or something more he didn’t know. All he knew was that it was the best and worst feeling in the world. He was addicted to it and would hold onto it as long as possible.

After he gave in, they both walked back to her friends. The four that Y/N drove got a cab while Daehyun drove the four he originally had in his car plus Hangyeols new girl who had to sit on his lap as Kyungseok was bitching. Y/N apologised to Hangyeol who didn’t look like he minded at all at the prospect of having the pretty girl sit on his lap. So, Y/N got her and Kyungseok a cab of their own in order to placate him for a few hours.

And they were off to Haeje.

Back at the BTS dorm 2 hours ago

Jimin stormed into the living room where all of his members were sat. Jungkook and Taehyung were still playing video games. Taehyung groaned in anger when Jungkook won again. Jungkook raised his arms in victory with a gummy worm half hanging out of his mouth. The rest of them were just hanging out. Jimin huffed and sat down on the sofa with his forehead scrunched in irritation and lips frowning. Hoseok raised an eyebrow at him half-heartedly most of his attention directed towards watching Taehyung and Jungkook’s game. “What’s wrong?” Jimin only huffed again and crossed his arms, by now he had the rest of his members attention except for Jungkook and Taehyung who were focused on their game. “Eunhee called said she didn’t want to go out asked if I could come over and we could just ‘talk’.” He said looking at his members. “She’s just playing games.” Namjoon said not looking up from his book. Jimin sighed in disappointment, “Yeah I know but I’m horny and I’m already dressed. Let’s go out guys!” He said enthusiastically. None of his members responded to him and he frowned. “Yaaah! I’m serious!” He said sternly.

Taehyung paid him no attention until Jungkook was about to beat him again. Then he quickly quit the game. “I agree with Jimin, let’s go out guys.” Jungkook punched his arm, “Hyung! You’re just saying that because you were losing.” Taehyung scoffed at him, “It was obvious that I was going to beat you, I just wasn’t in the mood for video games anymore!” Taehyung exclaimed. Jungkook just rolled his eyes. Hoseok looks up from his phone, “I wouldn’t mind a night out.” Yoongi groaned from his seat, “Count me out.” Jimin looked at him, “Come on hyung let’s all go it will be fun, we’ll have a few drinks. It’s on me tonight.” Jungkook looked away from the TV, “If it’s on Jimin hyung I’m in.” Jimin deadpanned at him. “But won’t noona want to come if we’re going drinking?” Jungkook asked. “All the more reason not to tell her. I’m genuinely worried about her liver. Plus, you know if she already made plans with her parents she won’t cancel.” Jin said to Jungkook. Jin then looked at Jimin, “I’m also in.” Jin said. Namjoon nodded wordlessly when everyone looked at him. Then they all looked at Yoongi who was trying to ignore their stares. After few seconds he looked up to see them still looking, He groaned in misery. “Fine!” Yoongi relented. Jimin cheered and then said, “We leave in an hour for Haeje.”

‘Thank fuck Y/N is at that other club.’ Jimin thought to himself.

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No, Not Like This (George Weasley x Reader)

I am rewatching New Girl yea and the episode of S2x15. You know the one with the ICONIC Nick and Jess 1st Kiss?

Yup, now enjoy it as George Weasley x Reader! With guest appearances of Fred, Lee, Angelina & Alicia. *wink wink*

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It’s the night before Christmas break and your friends are ever so kind to throw a small party. They let kinda bad as they were all off to spend the holiday at their homes while you spend the next 3 weeks in Hogwarts. You weren’t that sad though, sure your parents were off to spend their 20th wedding anniversary and you are going to celebrate the holidays alone-well there are a couple of 2nd and 5th year students, none you are close with, stuck at Hogwarts too.- but you didn’t really mind cause there is something about Hogwarts during the holidays that makes it more magical.

Your friends are literally the sweetest bunch you’ve ever meat and wouldn’t have any other. Which lead to now, sitting in a circle for a game of Truth or Dare Exploding Jenga. It works like every other Jenga game, the goal it to pull out a piece without it falling and place said piece on the top. The twist is that there is either a truth or a dare written on the piece in which the player who took it must follow, if the player doesn’t accept to do said truth or dare within the 30 seconds, the tower of Jenga would explode and cover the player with brown mystery slime.

‘CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!’ You all chorused, while Lee Jordan drowns his 5th shot of firewhiskey.

‘And time.’ Alicia pauses the stopwatch. ‘Just under 20 seconds!’

‘A new record!’ chimed Fred.

Lee looked to his left. ‘Alright Angelina, you’re up next. See if you could beat that!’

Angelina raises a brow at him. ‘You do know that each turn has a different dare, right? Or are you too drunk to remember?’

‘NOPE not just drunnkkk’ He slurred.

‘Truth.’ Angelina reads ‘Who is the most attractive person among the group?’

She places the block carefully on the top. ‘EASY. ALICIA’ She states casually. Sitting back down and not breaking eye contact with the now very red Alicia across from her.

‘Now that would be hard to beat.’ Fred stands and takes a block from one of the lower levels, leaving a middle piece. The tower sways a little.

‘Oi, you piece of shit, I’m next!’ You scream. ‘Why’d you have to take that one!’

‘Player’s choice. y/n/n, player’s choice.’ Reading his block, he chuckled. ��Oh, Georgie this is gonna be good.’

George now curious asks, ‘well then what is it?’

Fred puffed up his chest, ‘Dare: Sit on the lap of the player on your left for one round.’

Everyone laughed including you, though not George through, it seemed like he was fuming.

Then it clicked. Wait a minute. You’re next!

Not that you mind though, it is just a game, and Fred is one of your best friends. You just wished that it was another twin that was in his position.

‘Alright Freddie bring it in.’ Patting your thighs. ‘You’ll always have a seat with me’ you teased.

‘Opfff! Oi boy be gentle!’ Fred had just dropped his weight on you.

‘Sorry.’ He muffled into your neck.

Your embrace position with Fred proved to make it difficult to reach for the tower. ‘Heyya Freddie, do you mind?’

He looks up at you, then the tower and back. ‘No can do amiga, rules are rules. And the dare says I have to stay seated.’

‘Ugh you prick.’ Sticking your tongue out at him. Rules are rules, yet there were none stating that the use of wands is not allowed.

‘HEyyyy! No cheating’ shouted Angelina.

‘There are no rules against using wands!’

‘Dammit….She’s right.’

‘Thank you, George.’

You read the levitating block in front of you. ‘Dare: Snog the player across from you for at least 20 seconds.’

‘Now that’s what I call a dare’ exclaimed Alicia.

Placing the block on top with the help of your wand, who glanced down to see who was across from you. OH OH.

As if he had read your thoughts. Fred sang ‘Ohh lala’ He left your lap. ‘Georgie, Georgie, Georgie! You lucky man!’ he teased.

‘Oh now you decide you release me?’

You make your way to George with the chanting of ‘KISS! KISS! KISS!’ seem like background noised against your nerves. Sure, it’s just a game, but you were given the opportunity of a lifetime to kiss you crush that happens to also be your best friend who you no doubt thinks of you just as that- a friend.

You held your hand out to George and pulled him right up. ‘So…uh…you good?’

He lets out a nervous breath ‘yea..yea’

‘Don’t worry, I’m nervous too.’ You admitted. ‘Let’s just suck it up and French a little.’

‘Okay fine but don’t say “Let’s just suck it up and French a little.”’ You can see him fidget a little. ‘Let’s just do it, No big deal.’ He mutters- more to himself.

‘Yea no big deal.’ You echoed though boy did you wish it would mean something. You tried to keep a serious face on and manage the blush that has no doubt covered all over your face. All that resolve though came crashing down when you saw what he was doing. ‘Why are you licking your lips?’

‘Should I not? Do you want dry lips?’

‘NO!’

‘Then I’m just licking them to make them better.’ He reasoned.

‘okay fine’

‘fine’

‘just kiss me, we’re running out of time!’

You could faintly here your friends counting down from 10….9….8..

‘yea, but first-‘

‘GOSH WEASLEY! YOU’VE KISSED OTHER GIRLS BEFORE! JUST KISS ME ALREADY!’

‘NO, NOT LIKE THIS!’ He bursts. ‘Not like this.’

‘What?’ Mouth opened; you were caught off guard. ‘What does that mean?’

‘Ahhh no , nothing , I… I…’

BOOM.

The Jenga tower explodes, magically covering only you with slime- as if was you who failed to complete your dare.

The explosion seems to bring George back into his body. ‘I’m sorry y/n…I…I gotta go’ And with that he ran out the common room.

It felt like a slap in the face. Did he not want to kiss you? Yea it was a game….but… What did he mean by ‘No, not like this’.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the retching of Lee on the carpet.

‘Oh Disgusting’ Fred helps him up from the floor. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up buddy.’

He looks up at you. ‘Hey I’m sorry the party had to end this way, And I’m even more sorry for my idiot brother.’

‘Nah, it’s fine Fred. Thank you though.’ You place a hand on his arm. ‘Hope you have a great Christmas.’

Fred’s eyes go wide and facepalms himself. ‘Crap I almost forgot, and such horrible timing too. But I owled mom earlier today and she says that you are welcomed to stay over at the Burrow for the holidays.’

‘Really?!?’

‘Yea, We didn’t want you to spend the holidays alone-‘

‘We?’

‘Uh George and I’ He gives you a weak smile. ‘So, are you in?’

‘Heck yea!’ You hugged him tightly. ‘Thank you.’

When you part, he holds onto your arms a second longer. ‘Just don’t mind my idiotic brother okay? He genuinely cares for you, talk to him okay? It’s not like him to chicken out.’

You nod.

Next to you Alicia appears with wash cloths.

‘Come on y/n let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up.’

‘So…Angelina huh?’ you tease.

‘oh shut up!’

‘Damn it!’ You cursed. It was 2 am and everyone is asleep. You had finally finished your last-minute packing when you realized that your wand is missing. So here you were, tearing the common room apart.

You rummaged under the couch ‘It has got to be somewhere here. Where are you, you damn magic stick?’ You remembered last using your wand near the couch. But it must have rolled away due to all the chaos.

‘Looking for this?’

‘AHH!’ Startled by the voice, you banged your head on one of the arms.

You look up and see the one and only George Weasley.

‘Yea, thanks.’ Grabbing your wand from him.

The awkward tension between you too is palpable.

You turn to head back up to bed. But George’s hand on your arm stops you.

‘y/n… I’m sorry about earlier.’

‘It’s alright..’ You had considered to ask about what he meant by ‘No, not like this’ his words still had you guessing, you had to know. ‘Um George…’

‘yea?’

‘Fred told me about you guys asking Molly if I could come with and spend the holidays with you. Thanks for that’.

You chickened out, you chickened out! You couldn’t believe it, but your rational self pointed out you can’t risk it being more awkward with George especially when you’ll be spending the next several weeks with him and his family. IN HIS HOUSE. WITH 24 HOUR CONTACT.

George merely nodded. His eyes were moving around a lot. Signs that you knew he was thinking about something- that or he was genuinely tired and is kindly trying to stay awake for you- it is currently 2am.

Concluding that it was due to exhaustion, you bid him good night.

You were midway up the steps when you once again stopped by a hand.

‘Wha—’ Though this time you weren’t greeted by his word but rather of his soft lips.

George Weasley is kissing you! George Weasley is kissing you!

After the initial shock, you reacted and kissed him back with equal passion. The moment didn’t break, even when you felt your back hit the wall. All you could concentrate on was George’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist while yours are tangled in his red hair.

Pulling apart to catch your breath, foreheads touching and his eyes that seem to see into your soul. What he said next, put a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach that won’t be leaving soon.

‘I meant something like that. I didn’t wanna kiss you because of a game. I want to kiss you because you mean something to me’

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Part 2?? Anyone? When they spend Christmas in the burrow? Lol just a thought.

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 3 years

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Hello. I am, as you know, an American. I turned eighteen in 2014, voted in my first presidential election in 2016, and voted in my second presidential election last week via early voting in the state of Texas.

I’m reflecting right now on the difference between those experiences. This is going to be a very self-indulgent essay.

The 2016 election was in my third and final year of undergrad at Texas A&M University. At the time, I was living with a roommate who grew up in a town of 2,000, all of them members of her church. I loved her very much, but she was the most sheltered person I’ve ever met.

I was only a few years ahead of her. My home growing up was deeply liberal about many of the things that counted, but deeply conservative on equally important things. For me, leaving for college was a radicalization speed-run.

I, a good Memphis girl, moved to Texas and encountered for the first time in my life white homogeny and everything that comes with it. I made most of my friends at A&M through a Christian orientation camp that I attended, then worked at. I went to school at a history department that was overwhelmingly male and war-obsessed.

My second semester, I was randomly sorted into a writing seminar on the American Civil War and Reconstruction. There were eight other students in that class, all of them Texans. By day two I had gotten into a open fight with one of my classmates after he used the phrases “one of the humane parts of slavery” and “the secession declarations are moving and beautiful appeals, if you read them,” and “well I’m not going to criticize my own state.”

We got into at least one yelling match per week from that point forward. It was a formative experience for me-- not just him but the seven other students that took his side every time because they just couldn’t conceptualize anything outside of their own experiences, and frankly, I couldn’t either.

It rocked my world to be surrounded by people who told me, among other things, that their high schools flew the Confederate battle flag or Lee was their all time role-model (because he actually didn’t want to secede! He didn’t believe in it, but Virginia did, so he put his own qualms aside and served his country, and that’s what we all have to do). I ran a survey once by knocking on every door in a dorm hall and asking the two people inside why the Civil War happened.

I feel like you can guess the most common answer I got. Only two said slavery. Six didn’t know what the Civil War was.

The last week of the semester, my class read a collection of recorded oral accounts of freed slaves during Reconstruction. My nemesis told me that he “didn’t realize black people actually had it bad.” At the same time, I was struggling with my sexuality, my relationship to my religion, my relationship with my parents, and a handful of newly-diagnosed but long-existing mental illnesses. I wasn’t having fun.

Over the next three years, I tried my hardest to humanize the people that said disgusting things about minorities, poverty, and me personally. I barely won on that one, and I’m actually really proud that I did, even if it took me a few years. I can trace the biggest change in me directly to my nemesis from the history department, the kid that made me so mad that I started arguing back. I was too scared to do that before.

By 2016, I was in full existential spin-out-- a very suddenly liberal kid fighting my whole family, all of my classmates, and most of my friends in an explosive political climate, the first I had ever participated in.

I voted by Tennessee absentee ballot in 2016. On election night, I ordered takeout for me and my roommate, who I knew had voted red. Confident, like pretty much everybody, that Clinton would win, I was trying to show her that I didn’t hate her. She went to bed after dinner, also so certain that Clinton would win that she didn’t bother to stay up.

I sat in front of my laptop sewing a birthday present for a friend (Kenza, actually), while the votes came in. I wasn’t super alarmed when the map turned red. I just figured the blue states hadn’t finished counting yet.

The map didn’t get any bluer. By 1am, I knew what was about to happen. They called it an hour later, while I was sobbing on my floor. I threw up in the bathroom out of pure anxiety. I got two anonymous messages telling me the asker was going to commit suicide. Neither of them responded to my replies. I don’t actually know what happened to them.

I remember riding the bus to class the next morning and distinctly seeing that most of the racial minorities there had swollen eyes from crying. The girl with the pride stickers all over her laptop didn’t show up that day, and I’m kind of glad she didn’t, considering the way some of our classmates in the back were loudly talking about “the gays.” Hope she’s okay.

My roommate came home completely unaware that Clinton lost. I was crying in my room when that happened. I remember showing her a demographic map of who voted which way. She got visibly upset when she figured out what races how. I think she really did feel guilty.

That Thanksgiving, one of my cousins tweeted, “I can’t wait to go argue with my liberal cousin today. The wins. Keep. Coming,” an hour before he walked into my house. Inauguration day was January 20, 2017. I decided to go to law school a week later, the day the president signed the Muslim ban. That’s when I figured out for the first time just how much power the courts have. The last three years have only enforced that.

I got angrier and angrier during law school, egged on by a few friends but more than anything just... finally conscious of exactly how the American system works and exactly who’s behind it. I still live in Texas, farther west now, and I’m working my first legal job. I’m going to be a licensed attorney next week.

I went back and forth for months about how this election was going to shake out. I knew there wasn’t going to be an overwhelming red majority this time, but my big fear was an election close enough that the Supreme Court could take it. That fear doubled last month, at RBG’s death.

I was hoping for a blue enough victory on election night that there wouldn’t be a week of uncertainty, but that was unlikely, and it didn’t happen. I obsessively refreshed my election map all of Wednesday and Thursday, aware that at least some states would flip after mail-in ballots came in, but unsure which would.

Again, my great fear was a blue victory held down by only one state. Given (I would say “any” chance here, but I don’t mean “any” chance because genuinely jurisdiction or facts or legal merit don’t matter to the Supreme Court) an opportunity to make one (1) decision that hands over a red election, please know that a conservative supermajority would take it. I cannot emphasize enough how true that is and how important it is for all of us to grasp that.

Watching Georgia flip was one of the best experiences of my life, and it’s a little hard for me to articulate why, but I’m going to give it a shot here. I’m southern. I’m from the South, and for this conversation it’s really important that I’m from Memphis, a black city and a center of black music and culture.

When people think about the South, they think of the white South, and on some level, they should. It is absolutely essential to understand the white South in order to understand American history. Let me be 100% clear here. That is not a good thing. American majority history is not good. We are not a good country.

It’s near-impossible to understand why that’s true without knowing exactly what happened in the white South and exactly what is still happening there now. With that, however, is another truth that most folks don’t get.

The SouthTM is white and needs to die. The South as it actually exists is partially white yes, but it is also everyone else that lives here, particularly black folks. Southern culture is black, not white. Georgia flipped because the people that have always, always been there finally got to crack apart the conservative machine holding the South hostage.

That’s amazing. It’s fucking mind-blowing. I watched it happen at 3:30 in the morning days after Election Day, and holy shit holy shit, Georgia flipped. Atlanta won. Holy fucking shit.

I would be terrified right now if only Georgia flipped, because SCOTUS would have found a way to throw out a few thousand votes. Inevitable. Absolutely certain on that one.

With a few states of buffer, I don’t think that’s going to happen. I really do think it’s over.

I came home after work on Friday and immediately went to sleep because I hadn’t really done that since Tuesday. I woke up at noon today, checked the map, checked my messages, and saw what happened while I was gone. After that, I went back to bed until 5:30pm. I’m really just getting up now, after most of 24 hours asleep.

I don’t know if I would say that I’m happy right now, but I am overwhelmingly relieved. I’m under no illusions that a Biden victory will solve everything, but I also do think this is a real thing to celebrate. I’ll take suggestions on how to celebrate right now, actually, since I’m finally awake.

I’ll be angry forever, I think, but this is a good thing, and I’d like to enjoy it. If you’re happy right now, hey, tell me about it. I’ll be thrilled with you. I want to hear it. Congrats to all of us. Love y’all.

#that's me rambling thanks and gig em #there are some things to tag here huh #uspol #politics #suicide #this would be a good time to remind everybody that i am white #so take that into account re: Georgia #personal i guess #not comics sorry

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wulfies-kpop-fanfics · 3 years

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One Photo → Mark Lee [3]

↳ Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader

↳ AU: Soulmate!AU - The first touch of two soulmates permanently scars their bodies.

↳ Word count: 3,063

↳ Chapters: Prelude | 1 | 2 | You Are Here! | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

⁙ Summary: For an end of the year photography project, you’re tasked with taking a photograph for your favourite group, NCT127, and coincidentally, discover your soulmate.

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WEDNESDAY - 3

The sun is shining brightly through your window when the morning stirs you awake. The curtains of your room are wide open, and just outside you can hear the songs of two birds in the near distance. Groaning, you wonder how you managed to get in bed, swearing that you had just been watching Infinity War with Mark.

You slip out from under your covers, grabbing and putting on your glasses that were set neatly on your desk. You realize once you stand that you're also fully clad in soft pyjamas. Confused, you wander out of your room and out to the living area.

“Rhi?” your meek call into the kitchen and living room was met with silence. Holding your sides in a sort of self-hug, you wandered into the kitchen and looked at the stove time. It was around 10:30, and your class alarms never went off, so today must be a day where Rhiannon had class and you didn't.

Your thoughts put together what happened after you fell asleep in the moments after your fatigue was washed away in the shower, and you spend the rest of your morning poking at a bowl of cereal. Your days off usually meant staying in your pyjamas all day, playing Overwatch on the PlayStation you brought to your dorm from home or trying to take photos of dust particles if it was sunny enough.

You didn't know whether to feel alone or content in the first moments of your day. Time passed as it always did, taunting you with anxiety and making you worry about not getting anything done. It eventually compels you to start cleaning, ticking off little boxes on the chore chart attached to your fridge. You're not sure how long you've been absorbed in sweeping the floors, but eventually, you're brought back from absent daydreams because of a gentle knock on the door.

“One moment!” you call out, putting the broom back where it belongs and smoothing out your hair. You lick your lips and approach the door, opening it and looking straight into the face of Mark.

“Hi, (Y/N),” he greets you cheerfully, gingerly holding out a small bouquet of flowers out to you.

“Hi,” you answer softly, clearly surprised that he's there. “Thank you…”

“Rhiannon gave me a code to sign into the building as a guest,” he explains, “I want to take you out on a date if that's okay.”

Gingerly you take the flowers, a mix of tulips, sunflowers and roses. You smile up at him, a little embarrassed that you're not completely decent in front of him. “I'd like that, but…”

Mark raised his eyebrows. “But?” he repeated.

“I'm, uh… I need to get ready.”

Mark looks you up and down, and his face goes red. He smiles awkwardly at you and nods. “Okay, I can wait.”

“Okay. Make yourself at home and I'll get ready,” Mark follows you inside and watches you put the bouquet in a large glass that you fill with water. “I'll be right back.”

You stare at yourself in your full-length mirror for a while as soon as you close the door to your room. After taking off your pyjamas, the scar on your body stands out. You're definitely not used to seeing it, and you're feeling a little worried that it will draw more attention to you than you want.

Once you remember that Mark is waiting for you, you choose a pair of blue jeans and a loose pink top. Smoothing out your clothes, you stare at yourself. You haven't been on a date since high school, and after that date, your crush stopped talking to you- he believed too much in only dating the one you were made for, and it broke your heart.

“You can do this,” you told yourself. “He likes you. He's your soulmate. It's fine, you're fine. It's fine, we're all fine. Don't freak out." you took in a deep breath, making your way back out.

Mark was sitting politely on your couch, and once he noticed you were back, he immediately stood, smiling. “You look great,” he said, approaching you.

You felt a twinge in your chest and you felt your cheeks get red. “So do you,” you manage to mumble, watching as his smile grew wider.

“Are you ready?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to take.

“Yeah,” you gently took his hand, and after you got your shoes on and grabbed your little drawstring backpack, the two of you stepped out and began your day.

It almost felt like a dream, walking and talking with Mark. The two of you got ice cream together and sat in a small park, feeling the cool dew of morning turn into the sunny warmth of the afternoon.

“Have you ever been on a date?” Mark asked as the two of you were walking through a crosswalk to Union Station.

“One,” you answer. “Back in High School before I left home. I really liked him, but I knew we weren't going to be soulmates. It was when I wanted to be rid of the soulmate trope once and for all- live life scar-free, y'know?”

Mark frowned at you for a moment but then nodded for you to continue. He leads you into the building and toward the escalator that went down into the station.

“He took me out, bought me dinner and we had a good time. He took me home that night and he touched my shoulder… it was the first time he and I had physical contact. The next day at school we were both scar-free, and he told me that he didn't want to see me in that way anymore.” you half-smiled at Mark, tightening your grip on his hand.

“I'm sorry,” he said. “You won't have to deal with that anymore, I promise.”

“How about you?" You almost felt afraid to ask him, a twinge in your chest affirming that you may not even want to know his answer.

He smiled. "Not really, no, unless you count Johnny taking me out for dinner when he debuted with 127."

You raised your eyebrows. "Really? You're so good looking, though." Wind rushed through your hair as you both went down the stairs into the main station, the subway car you were to board whizzing through into the station.

Mark blushed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "I didn't have the time. I was too busy thinking about my dream and my career. But now that I do have some time, I really am happy I found you."

You both climbed onto the subway car, Mark holding you close as the busy subway filled up. He was smiling cheerfully at you, red still dusting his cheeks. You returned the look, wondering how you could have gotten so lucky.

The two of you saw Avengers together at the Yorkdale mall. Of course, you cried, trying your best and failing to keep your sniffling silent. Mark took your hand in the dark of the theatre and squeezed it gently, making your heart flutter and your lips quiver.

You both decided to shop around after the film finished, sharing an enormous poutine in the food court once Mark's stomach began to audibly rumble. Mark was wolfing down the food at a breakneck pace, making you giggle at him once he managed to get gravy on his cheek.

"Slow down," you laughed, reaching over the table to wipe his cheek with a napkin. "Next thing you know you'll get it on your shirt."

Mark paused for a moment, a little surprised at the touch. "Not like I have a photoshoot later," he joked. "It's been years since I've had poutine."

You licked your lips. "Maybe, um, I would like to take pictures later?"

Mark's eyes widened. "Really?"

You nodded and smiled sheepishly, taking a bite of your fries before you missed your chance. "Just to make sure it's all real."

"(Y/N)," your name left Mark's lips, sounding like sweet sugar and honey. It sent shivers down your spine. "I can promise it's all real, but if you want, we can take some."

"Wow," you sighed, examining Mark's face. He was already so picturesque, no makeup, no hairspray or crazy visual design. He finished off the fries, another blob of gravy somehow made it onto his cheek, which made your eyes travel to stop at his lips. You licked your own, not even catching yourself thinking about what it would be like to kiss him.

Mark stared back at you, resting his head on the palm of his hand. "How long have you been thinking about taking pictures?"

You perked up and managed to make eye contact with him. "In general or just of you?" You asked shyly, tapping the corner of your lips with your finger. "You have more gravy on you."

Mark laughed bashfully and wiped his face with a napkin. "Uh, both, I suppose."

"I've loved taking pictures since I was a kid. I didn't know I wanted to do it as a living until I started to take pictures of nature with my phone camera. After that day in the forest with my grandparents, I knew I had to drop out of my biology courses and go into photography instead."

Mark nodded as he listened. "That's really admirable," he said, making you blush again. He stood, gathering up the tray and tilting his head as a gesture to join him.

You cleared your throat and continued with a shy smile, "I, um, just really want to take pictures of things I like, and… uh, you have always been one of them."

Mark put away the tray and took your hand, "there's no need to be embarrassed about it," he laughed quietly, "I like you too."

You felt at home with Mark, warm and happy. Your heart fluttered more and more when he looked at you, smiled, or talked with you. At random times you'd want to take a picture, he'd stop and pose for you. Whether it was silly, romantic or a chic fashion-style photo in the subway station on your way home that evening, he did it for you.

The camera you kept with you in your little drawstring bag was now full of photos, ready to be manipulated (not that you really had much to touch up anyway) and saved to your computer. Perhaps you would frame your favourite one.

The night rolled over you both like it had when you first spent the day together, which was only a few days ago, but it felt like a lifetime. The roads of Toronto were quieting down and the street lights were beginning to bathe the walkways in a soft amber glow. When you returned to your building, you didn't want to go in.

"We should both rest," Mark insisted when you clung to him in a hug. "Big day tomorrow." He still wrapped his arms around you and pressed his cheek against your head gently.

"What?" You looked up at Mark, confused. He leant back enough so he could look at you, a smile dancing on his lips.

"The guys want to take that one photo tomorrow. In the park with all the cherry blossom trees. I knew it was the place I wanted the night you took me there. You kept staring off in the distance, and once I figured out why, I wouldn't even consider any other place you would suggest if I had asked."

"Mark-"

"Don't be embarrassed," he assured you quickly. "I really like that about you."

"Well, I…" you were trying to avoid eye contact with Mark, not quite able to handle the compliments. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow," you say quietly, pouting, "but I still don't want you to go."

"I promise that after it's done, we will spend the entire day together, okay?" Mark placed a finger under your chin gently. "Sound like a plan?"

You couldn't hold your pout while making direct eye contact, so it melted away into a reluctant smile. "Okay."

The two of you went inside, walking down the hallway together toward the door to your apartment. When you arrived, you held both of Mark's hands. "Text me when you get back safely, okay?"

He squeezed your hands gently. "I will. I'd like to do one more thing, though, if it's okay with you."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Like what?"

Your heart began beating wildly in your chest when he smiled at you. Mark was such a wonderful person. On the surface, he was confident and funny, but below that was a shy and quiet nature, that knew what he wanted but didn't quite know how to get there. His hands left yours and instead cupped your cheeks.

"This," his voice hit your ears so softly that you almost didn't hear it. Once he leant toward you, you caught on. With your heartbeat audible in your ears and your stomach doing acrobatics, your lips met.

It was chaste, borderline experimental, soft and nervous. When he separated from you, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment. "I thought about doing that all last night," he admitted.

"Do you really expect me to let you leave now?" Your question came out with a quiet laugh, almost letting yourself get carried away when Mark's hands left your cheeks.

"I expect you to be reluctant, but I really do need to go," he's smiling sadly at you, "I just had to know what it was like before I left."

"You owe me," grabbing his hand for one last moment before he turned to leave.

"I'll pay you in full," he said with a grin. "I promise."

"Be safe."

"I promise. I'll text you!" With that, he was gone.

You nearly screamed the moment you heard the large doors to the building click shut. You had just kissed him. Mark Lee kissed you. Taking in a deep, shaking breath, you dug into your backpack and shakily grabbed your keys to unlock the door to your apartment. As you were opening the door, you felt resistance for half a second and heard quick scrambling on the other side for another half a second when you pushed your way inside.

The first thing your eyes met once you walked inside was none other than your best friend.

"Sorry," she said bashfully, hands behind her back. "I, uh, wasn't expecting to get caught."

You rolled your eyes, grinning at her. "Are you apologizing because you were spying on me through the peephole or because you got caught?" You raised an eyebrow playfully at her.

"Look, we both know which one it is, so I'd rather not make myself look much worse."

With that you both are laughing, Rhiannon takes your bag for you and hung it up on the small coat rack while you took off your shoes.

"I've been texting Haechan; or should I say Donghyuck now..." she said as the two of you sat together in the kitchen, Rhiannon applying a face mask to your skin. She was already wearing hers, perfectly attached. "He's been helping me with my Korean grammar, which according to him is quote-unquote atrocious," she says, patting your face gently before taking her seat again and leaning back.

"Well, you've never had a proper teacher," you remark. "It's incredible you can keep studying it with all the dental stuff you have to do. I can't even keep my studies up and I have less of a school workload than you."

"Sometimes I think you're just lazy," she said teasingly. "Considering you just made me put a face mask on for you."

"Don't hate, you know I can never get these stupid things on right. Anyway, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come to the boys' shoot tomorrow. You can show off your vocab in person, your spoken is way better than your texting." You looked over at her, watching her frown beneath the moisturizer mask.

"But I have a lab tomorrow,"

"Well, how about you meet us then? High Park, in the cherry blossom area where you like to people-watch while I take photos."

Rhiannon hummed. "If you wait for me, yeah. I'll pack an outfit in my bag to change into after."

You smiled. "Good, I wouldn't want to miss watching you meet Haechan in person."

"Like I'd ever let you miss that. Unlike you, who went to meet Mark, Johnny and Jaehyun without me."

"Hey," you whine, "you knew I had no idea they were gonna be there."

"Yeah yeah, make up all the excuses you want."

After your masks came off, you washed your face and changed into your pyjamas. Slipping under the covers, you checked your phone. There was a text from Mark, which you probably got while you were doing masks with Rhiannon.

Mark: I'm back safe

Mark: I really can't stop thinking about it

You: I'm happy you're safe, sorry I couldn't reply, was doing face masks

You: I can't either

Mark: It's ok

Mark: I'm getting ready for bed, all the guys are pumped for tomorrow, and the concert is getting closer

You: are you nervous?

Mark: A little, but I will be less so knowing you're going to be in the front row

You: I'm thankful I can be so close, I've never been in the front row of a concert before

Mark: itll be loud, bring earplugs

You: kay, I will be able to hear still right?

Mark: oh yeah, for sure hahah

Mark: It gets super loud, I don't want your hearing to get hurt

You: thank you for worrying about me

Mark: always :)

Mark: We will meet you around 11:30 in the park along the path where you and I walked

Mark: See you tomorrow, we should probably sleep

You: Okay, I'll see you

You: Good night Mark

Mark: nighty night (Y/N) <3 :)

You: <3

You were barely able to put your phone down to go to sleep. The day was constantly running through your head, especially your first kiss. Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipped, and you felt like you could squirm under the covers of your bed enough to tie yourself up in blankets.

When you finally managed to drift off, your dreams were entirely of what the future could hold.

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“My Fairy Abogado” *Part 2*

I’m really shocked people like this as much as they do, this was literally a dream I had one night and decided to write about. 😁

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“Sooooooo, what was that?” Marisol immediately grilled you.

“What was what?”

“He slipped you a card! I saw it!”

“Oh,” you handed her the card. “He said he might be able to help my parents,”

“Can he even do that? Don’t you have to be like a special immigration lawyer or something?”

“He can do whatever he wants, he’s the ADA,” a voice came from behind you.

“Ah! Ash! Don’t DO that!” You spun around to see her sitting on a bar stool.

“Why? Afraid I’ll hear you talking bad about my abogado? Or….good, even?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” You hit her. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah I just wanted to tell you Raf and I will have two number 23’s, mine with green chile sauce his with red and extra extra jalapenos, and a dozen tortillas,”

“That’s a lot of food for two people,”

“He’s buying,” She shrugged with a smile before walking back to their table.

“I swear to God that girl is like a cat,”

“Yeah, thank god she came up before we actually got to the juicy stuff!” Mari giggled.

“What ‘juicy stuff’?”

“Oh please, I saw the way you looked at him when he came in, and while you were talking to them.

“And how exactly was I looking at him?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Like a popsicle on a summer day,” She poked her tongue to the side of her mouth, moving her hand to the other side in a pumping to the side motion.

“OH MY GOD, Marisol!!!” You grabbed her hands and moved them away, looking around frantically.

“What’s that mean?”

“Ah!” You yelped again, this time it was your seven year old sister Chloe.

“Chloe, you can’t just sneak up on people,”

“I was sitting right here,”

“Right,” “Did you need something Chlo?”

“Yeah, I need a refill,” She held out her soda cup to you, which you leaned over the bar to fill up.

“Who’s that guy with Ash?” She pointed at Rafael and Ash’s table.

“He’s her…'Tio,” You lied.

“I thought it was just her and her abuela,”

“He’s a….long lost Tio,”

“Oh, why’d he give you his number?”

“Who gave Y/N his number?” Your fifteen year old brother Beto came up behind Chloe.

“Now what do you need?”

“Mas chips,” he held out the empty chip basket. You sighed and handed it Marisol to fill up from the kitchen.

“Now who gave you his number?”

“Ash’s Tio,” Chloe informed him, pointing at Rafael.

“Ash doesn’t have any family, they were all ki--” he started, but you made a slicing hand motion across your neck.

“...Kicked out of America,”

“Like mami and papi?”

“...Yeah, sure. But Ash doesn’t have anybody else,”

“Yes, she does. And he’s her--” you started to tell Chloe, but she was gone. Your eyes darted to Raf and Ash’s table, where Chloe had run off to.

“Are you Ash’s tio?” You could hear her ask, as you practically leapt over the bar and ran over to the table.

“I am so sorry, she’s…” You clamped a hand over Chloe’s mouth.

“Nosy,” Ash finished for you. She stuck her tongue out at Chloe, who did the same back. Sometimes you didn’t know who was older.

“It’s fine,” Rafael smiled, then held out his hand to Chloe. “I’m Rafael,”

“Chloe,” She took his hand very regally. “Very nice to meet you,” she said in a very proper accent.

“So why did you give my sister your number?” Beto once again came trailing up behind the group.

“Are you kidding me-- BETO,” You turned around and smacked him. “Don’t you have chips to refill? And homework to do?”

“Well if a guy papi’s age is hitting on my sister, I’d like to know about it,” he glared at Rafael, who smirked in amusement back.

“That’s it,” You took them both by their shirts and escorted them away, back to their table.

“Yasmine,” You hit your twelve year old sister, who was listening to her iPod. She took out her ear pods when you hit her.

“What?” She exclaimed angrily.

“You just let them run around, bothering customers?!” You gestured to the two of them.

“Beto’s fifteen, and he can watch Chloe. I have a science quiz tomorrow, I’m trying to study! Or do you WANT me to fail Bio? I’m sure that’ll look really awesome on the progress report that gets sent to Child Services!” She scoffed.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes then looked at your brother and sister.

“Look-- Rafael is a nice man, who offered to help mami and papi, okay? NOBODY is hitting on anybody, it’s just a business thing. Okay?”

“He’s going to help mami and papi?!” Chloe’s eyes lit up. You probably shouldn’t have made that kind of promise, seeing as you didn’t even know if he could help you.

“Try, Chlo,” you shushed her. “Try. I don’t know if he can,”

“Yeah well, that better be all he’s doing,” Beto narrowed his eyes at their table. “I saw the way he was looking at you,”

“Beto! Jesus…” You grabbed the full chip basket off the bar and shoved it in his hands, gesturing for them both to get back in the booth.

“Now you three finish up and go upstairs, shower, and you two help Chloe to bed,” You instructed the three of them.

“And NOBODY bother Mr. Rafael again, si?” you eyed them.

“Alright fine,” Beto grabbed a chip and went back to his homework.

“I wasn’t bothering him-- but fine,” Chloe sipped her soda.

“Great,” you sighed, turning back and heading to the kitchen to grab Rafael and Ash’s food.

This was gonna be a long night.

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You walked back across the restaurant and saw Marisol handing them their food.

“Um, Mari-- I got it,” You came up behind her.

“Oh! Hey, Y/N,” She grinned. “You know, I was just thinking, maybe you sit here and chat with Rafael. I can cover the tables,”

“....And why, would I do that?”

“Because I asked her to,” Rafael poked his head around her. You glanced at Mari, who gave you a suggestive look.

“I...Um...Yeah, okay,” You shook your head and took your apron off, sitting next to Ash in the booth across from Rafael.

“I’ll be right back, margarita for the lady?” She winked.

“Use the cheap tequila, Mari!” you called after her. “It’s easier to mark off!”

“Oh I’ll pay for it,” Rafael assured you.

“What? No, that’s-- no no no, that’s fine,” You waved your hands in dismissal. You hated being a charity case.

“Oh God do I have to sit here and be a third wheel on your date,” Ash groaned.

“It’s not a date!” You blushed. “It’s an...interview,”

“An interview?”

“Well yeah, don’t you interview people you want to hire? I assume you do that with lawyers, right?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure sure,” He nodded, sipping his scotch. “Works both ways,” he winked.

“Lord Jesus kill me now,” Ash faked a gagging noise.

“If I give you the weekend off will you shut up for the rest of the meal?” You offered.

“You won’t even know I’m here,” She smiled, popping ear buds in her ears and pulling up Netflix on her phone.

“Excellent negotiating skills,” Rafael smiled. “I might have a formidable client,”

“I try,” you smiled back.

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The rest of the night went by so fast, you couldn’t believe it.

You and Rafael talked about literally everything. You told him about how you had moved into the city to pursue acting, but when your parents were deported you came back home to take care of your siblings. He told you about growing up in the Barrio, how hard he worked to pull himself up and out of it. You admired that so much, especially because it’s exactly what you were trying to do. You talked about likes, and dislikes. Favorite things, pet peeves, everything under the sun. Before you knew it, the restaurant was empty and Marisol was locking the doors.

“Oh my god,” You noticed her. “Oh my GOD, what time is it?!” You glanced at your phone.

“Oh Jesus, it’s 11:30,” Rafael noticed his watch.

“I am so sorry, Ash--” you turned next to you to see Ash asleep against the wall.

“Wow,” You half laughed. “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping,”

“And only then,” Raf added with a laugh himself.

“Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Barba,” Marisol finally dropped off the check.

“Rafael, please Marisol,” He told her as he handed him his credit card.

“I am so sorry, I must have talked your ear off,” You apologized, nudging Ash to wake up. She slowly opened her eyes and stretched, then looked at her phone with wide eyes.

“Holy SHIT, Rafa!” She jumped up. “Abuela is gonna think the Diablo’s came for me!”

“I texted her, she knows you’re with me,” He assured her.

“Right...did you also tell her you were trying to sleep with my boss?” She raised an eyebrow.

“ASH-- Door, now.” He pointed to the front door. She rolled her eyes but went and waited outside.

“I really am sorry,” You nervously apologized again.

“Don’t be, I haven’t had someone to talk to like that in a very, very long time. It was nice,” He took your hand.

“Yeah, it was,” You could feel yourself blushing.

“Okay Rafael, there you go. And thank you for stopping in,” Mari handed him his check back.

“Thanks Mari,” He scribbled a tip and signed it, nodding to the both of you.

“Holy shit,” Mari whispered, handing you the check. Your eyes grew three sizes, you practically sprinted after Rafael.

“Wait!” You caught him as he walked halfway out the door.

“What’s up?” He turned back towards you.

“I’m, I’m sorry-- I think you might have accidentally written an extra zero, I didn’t want you to be shocked tomorrow,” You sheepishly smiled, handing him the check back. In the tip area it read “$1000”.

“Oh um...no, that’s right,” He muttered.

“...Excuse me?”

“I just, I wanted to help you out,” He gave you a soft smile.

“So...So that’s what this was,” Your voice softened.

“What?”

“This whole night,” your voice became angrier. “This whole time, you were being nice to me because you felt sorry for me?!”

“What? No! I--”

“Well thank you, Mr. Barba. But I am nobody’s charity case,” You took the check and ripped it up, tossing the confetti on the ground.

“Y/N come on, that’s not what I was--” He started to explain, but you wouldn’t hear any of it.

“Ash I’ll see you Monday,” You called to her, then shut the door and locked it, leaving Rafael standing outside, dumbfounded.

“What the hell was that?” Marisol walked towards you from the kitchen.

“The NERVE of that--” you pulled out his card from your apron and ripped it up angrily.

“What the hell did you do?” She gestured outside.

“What did I do?! Mari he just tried to give me a thousand dollars! To be ‘nice’!” You almost screamed.

“So? That is pretty damn nice!”

“I’m not a charity case!” You did your best to calm down, trying not to wake the kids. But your blood was boiling.

“Y/N look around,” Marisol gestured around the restaurant. “You are the DEFINITION of a charity case,”

“Oh screw you,” you rolled your eyes and started walking towards the back to count your

“I’m serious!” She followed you.

“You’re drowning, and you know it. You have zero idea how to run this place, let alone take care of your brother and sisters,” She gestured upstairs.

“My parents opened and kept this place running for 25 years, with nobody’s charity,” you mumbled angrily.

“Yeah and they started with just the two of them, not three extra mouths to feed,” She stopped you from counting and made you look at her.

“What are you gonna do when Child Services shows up and they see the shape this place is in? They’ll take them, and then you’ll really have no one.” She pushed a finger on your chest.

“This perfectly nice, amazingly attractive guy shows up and offers not only to help you get your parents back but graciously gives you some extra money? And you yelled at him?!”

“You yelled at Rafael?!” Chloe’s voice came from the stairs.

“Oh my god, Chloe!” You turned to see her sitting on the bottom stair. “You are supposed to be in bed!”

“I couldn’t sleep, you weren’t upstairs,” She shrugged. “Why did you yell at Rafael?! Now he’ll never help mami and papi!”

“Chlo, come on he--”

“No! He wanted to help, and you yelled at him. Now he’ll never come back, and we’ll never see mami and papi again! I hate you!” She stomped back up the stairs in tears.

“...Great,” You sighed, looking at Marisol who had a look. “What?”

“I’m just saying--”

“And I’M just saying, I thought he really liked me, okay?” You had tears in your own eyes.

“How do you know he didn’t?!”

“He tried to give me A THOUSAND DOLLARS, Marisol! For a $50 dollar meal. He must think I’m pathetic! He probably sat there all night just…” You trailed off, imagining all the bad things he could’ve been thinking.

“Babe, I don’t think he would’ve talked to you all night if he thought you were pathetic,” She raised an eyebrow.

“....Whatever, I have to take care of Chloe-- can you finish down here?”

“Yeah. I’ll lock up, night babe,”

It took you a while, but you finally got Chloe back to bed. Then you went into your own room and laid down, now beating yourself up.

What if he did like you? What if he was just being nice? You weren’t used to people just being nice. Was that even a thing? There was nothing you could do now, you ripped up his card.

How were you going to fix it??

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