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bangtanfanficarchive · 2 years

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Hoseok x Reader

Title: Quarantine Drabbles (5/7)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: .8k

A/N: I have been writing quarantine drabbles for the last couple of years (throughout the pandemic) based on a request I received in my inbox: “Stay With Me”, Coronavirus - My inbox is currently open for requests so if you like this feel free to shoot me a request of your own.

Happy reading! <3

You finished your morning packing as quickly as possible, going over your list and confirming your travel itinerary into the afternoon. You didn't have much left to do. By the next morning, you would have your important things loaded in the back of a car bound for the airport. As the day wore on you had tried your best to keep your emotions in check for your boyfriend's benefit, even though your stomach had gone sour days before and the frog hadn't left your throat for days. Hoseok on the other hand had grown positively dour as the hours wore on.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?" you finally asked.

"Nothing you don't already know about," he sighed.

"Hoseok-"

"I'm just really going to miss you when you're gone is all," he said, finally voicing the elephant in the room, raking a hand through his hair as he did. "I'm sorry," he conceded, "I thought I could pretend for you, but I can't. I don't want to put you on that plane tomorrow. I want you to stay with me."

"Hey! You promised no big, scary feelings," you grumbled, shoving the remainder of your things into a box and flopping down on the far end of the couch. It had been a long day already and it wasn't even half over.

That caused his attention to turn to you, eyes narrowing in. "Who's having big, scary feelings? I'm certainly not having big, scary feelings."

You let out a sigh, leaning your head against the back of the couch. "I have no job if the schools are closed. No apartment. If I tried to stay I'd be deported anyway. I may as well go now and make it less of a production all around."

"Well…I'd like it if you stayed."

"What do you want me to do? Hide under your bed until the pandemic is over? Come on," you shook her head, pursing your lips to keep them from quivering. You'd been at the end of your emotional rope for days and hemming and hawing over something that couldn't be prevented was not helping things.

Hoseok let out a chuckle, his eyes crinkling as he shook his head, "You wouldn't have to hide under the bed if you married me," he said.

He peered over, clearly affronted when you burst into laughter. "Care to let me in on the joke?"

"I'm sorry," you murmured, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your giggles, "but it’s just…you’re kind of a commitment-phobe.”

“I’m what?” His eyebrows shot up doubtfully.

“You are the same person who ghosted me for a full week when I brought up the idea of us getting a dog.”

“Well…a dog is a lot of responsibility!”

“A marriage is a lot of responsibility!”

“It wouldn’t be that different from how it is now. We could go get married at the courthouse before you have to leave and then…just…keep doing what we’re doing,” he finished, sounding less than confident as your demeanor continued to be that of nothing but amusement and confusion. “Come on; it isn’t that bad of an idea.”

“It’s a pretty bad idea,” you countered with a sad smile.

“Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do it.”

You paused for a moment looking for any sort of response. There weren’t many arguments to be made though. You wanted to stay. There weren’t many ways to make that happen if you had no job and no prospects. “We’ve been together less than a year, Hoseok. What if we get sick of each other?”

“We won’t.”

“How can you possibly know that?” you scoffed.

“I just do,” he shrugged, turning to you completely, “I’m serious. Let’s do it. Let’s go down tomorrow when the courthouse opens and get it done. Come on; are you going to make me beg?”

You took a deep breath - in and out. “You’re not just doing this because you don’t want me to leave? You can see yourself married to me forever?”

“I couldn’t imagine spending any amount of forever without you.”

Before you were even able to stop it, you let out a little cry, covering your mouth with your hand as tears began to well in your eyes. Part of it was relief. You didn’t want to leave. There was nothing waiting for you in your home country. The other part, though, was the fact that Hoseok was apparently more serious about this than you’d initially anticipated.

“What - why are you crying?” he asked, frozen in concern. “What did I say?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head with a little chuckle, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. “Sorry, I just - you don't say things like that, ever. That was really sweet,” you murmured, leaning over to pull him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” Hoseok asked, clearly surprised that you had actually conceded.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a giddy smile as you pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re gonna be my husband. No take backs”

Hoseok simply shook his head at your shenanigans, leaning in for another kiss once you both had composed yourselves. “Well, wife,” he grumbled, lounging back into the couch, “since we’re doing all of our big, dramatic commitments tomorrow, maybe we should take it all the way and get that dog while we’re at it.”

And if the proposal wasn’t the best thing to happen to you that night, hearing that certainly was.

I really hope you enjoyed this short little fic. I'm trying my best to get back into the writing groove after being about of it for a few months. My inbox is open. Please send me any juicy little prompts you may have! Happy reading! <3

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shilodaysworld · 3 years

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#큐 #뉴

INSPIRED BY : INCEPTION ( ateez )

Pairing : Ji Changmin x Choi Chanhee

Genre : Art & History, Mutual Pining, Painter!Chanhee

[ Year, 1821 ]

Droid never expected that he would have a boyfriend. He is barely known as "a sophisticated boy" who just like to rectify everyone that he loves no one but only himself. Droid fall on his trap per se, no matter how sturdy the walls he built, it is still not enough for him to avoid catching feelings with only one person, Fenetre.

It is so serendipitous yet providential to be chosen by Fenetre, Droid feels like he is the luckiest among blessed people. Aside from Fenetre's physical attributes, he has also good and lovely endowments. He made Droid feel loved and cleansed those stained with mournful erstwhile.

"You've been staring at your masterpiece, mon amour." Droid darted a quick glance over his shoulder and flashes a sweet smile. Fenetre was coming up the walk toward him. Taking one last stroke, Droid put his signature that ran down either side of his painting. He laid his paintbrush carefully across the top of the open paint can at his side and arched his back, biting his lower lip with a pleased glance at the work he'd completed. He wiped his hands on the handkerchief that Fenetre have been offering and ambled down the worn front steps, making a slow survey of Fenetre's broad shoulders and tapering his arms around his lover's waist.

"You know that art is my first language, right?" he returned, dropping his voice to a soft purr as he shoved the paint rag into the back pocket of his frayed cut-offs. "Mon amour, you're so invested in this. I do wonder if you are still getting enough of sleep." Fenetre turned around meeting his eyes to Droid and cups his cheeks. Droid presses a chaste kiss on Fenetre's lips before talking, "I have to put so much effort because this will be shown at royale's ceremony tomorrow, Mon chéri." he pouts, hoping that his lover get what he's trying to say. "Alright, alright. You know that I am always rooting for you, amour." Fenetre retorts and runs his fingers through Droid's soft locks.

"Je vous aime, Fenetre." Droid said, hugging Fenetre tightly, he's so afraid to lose him.

"Je t'aime aussi, Droid." Fenetre sounds so sweet, hugging his significant other back.

"We're soulmates. We'll be together, mon amour."

[ Present, 2021 ]

Chanhee longed for someone whom he can count on and someone who feels like home. Arms that feels barricade that could protect him from every discomfort, agony and misery. Someone who can call his own and will be forever his to keep. He sometime do ask himself, would love ever find him? The discomfort and neglection lingers on his whole system when was alone.

Chanhee was used to live in a cheap apartment, alone. He addresses himself as a 'nobody' after his parents died in a crash. As for Mr. and Mrs. Choi, Chanhee's parents who doesn't want their son to socialize. Chanhee grew up socially inept until he met someone who was there giving him comfort when he need it the most. However, Chanhee's parents found out their friendship. They moved into other place where no one could be friend him. His life when he was with his parents were lugubrious and suffocating but he couldn't deny the fact that he's missing them, he doesn't care about the wealth that his parents has, in fact, he just wanted to be free. To pursue his passion, painting.

"Channie, are you okay?" Chanhee came back to his senses when he heard his bestfriend's voice, Younghoon. Mutters and an evidence that he's worrying about Chanhee.

Chanhee nods and smiles, "Yup! I just needed to take some rest. How's your day with Juyeon, anyway?" Chanhee half-heartedly asked. It's that he's uniterested on what is happening between Juyeon and his best friend.

"Like usual." Younghoon sighs, massaging his temples as if he was in a long day with Juyeon. "Kinda tired but it doesn't matter, I'm all clingy with Ju!" Younghoon flops himself on the bed and getting sleepy. Chanhee just ignore what Younghoon have told him, in favor of letting him sleep because he was so goddamn tired. Chanhee stood up and turns off the light for Younghoon to drift off in a deep sleep.

"Hoon, before I forgot. Would you like to join with me at the art exhibit tomorrow? I need you for moral support. It's the least you can do, Bbanghoonie." Chanhee to wasn't serious at the last sentence albeit the first line was serious. He wasn't asking, it's a request.

"I'll try, Channie. I promise!" Younghoon is getting sleepy so he just shrugged it off and flops himself onto his bed.

"Tomorrow is my day."

Ji Changmin, on the other hand. A piece of an art which was born in mid-winter. He's been into other country for quite a long time. Some parental issues between his parents brought him back in Korea. His mother had an ordinary teenage life until Changmin's father got his mother pregnant at an early stage of life. His father's family were against it, they even accused his mother as a 'gold digger'. The family members of that generation were abusive, pessimists and manipulative. Because of pregnancy and nothing to gain financially, his mother was never able to finish her studies. His mother's family had also rejected her because of her early pregnancy. At that time his mother worked hard to make a living with him every day, surving each day which is very ardous to do. She raised and educated Changmin alone, she'd rather raise her son alone than giving Changmin to his father and inherit the toxic traits that the family ruined her life had. Several years passed, where his mind and heart were fully developed, he had many realizations. How eager his mother to work hard for their future. His love and appreciation for his mother was beyond immeasurable, until one day, one day he found out that they only have months left to be together, due to his mother's breast cancer. Changmin back then, didn't know what to do. Maybe if his mother told him immediately, there may be a way to cure her. But no, his mother used the phrase "I don't want you to worry." as an excuse. Life is so unfair, isn't?

A few months after his mother died, his father found out and offered him to study abroad. Easy? Was it just all a trash? Of course it was not easy for him to forget. Forget the past, how hard they struggled just to survive. He despise his father so much. But even if the world were turned upside down, it was still imprinted in his mind that he was still his father. And that won't change. He soon agreed to his father's offer. The adjustments will not be lost either, especially since his father already has a family.

Changmin took a deep breath before stepping inside at the huge place where art objects are exhibited. He was too determined to study and observe the arts as well the ingenuity of artists. Changmin is so devoted in this, if you'll ask him. He can describe every masterpiece of either professional artist or ordinary people with precise words.

He felt some sort of tranquility as he stepped inside, surveying how large the art museum was. It was huge, very huge. He didn't know Korea has an art museum like this. The place he had stepped in really looked pleasant in every artists' eyes, the color of tanned complexion painted on a high thick masonry structure forming a long rampart. The classic paintings and statues are well-displayed at every corner of the place. "Beautiful, very beautiful." only words he can state. His particular disposition of mind in art museums is "It is always easier to appreciate a place if you know something of its past, and museums certainly help us to do that." He's right, art can bring the past and histories on you.

Changmin examine every pieces his eyes can see. He paused only to clean the damp on his round eyeglasses, not minding the people who passes by.

"Hoonie, are you gonna be here on time?"

Changmin, in despite of busy cleaning his eyeglasses. He momentary halt in an activity as he heard a voice coming from the boy who isn't apart from where exactly he is. He took a glance on a boy who's holding a phone placed on his right ear. "He's familiar." Changmin said only him can perceive of by the ear.

"...Okay. Take care of yourself, too." another words slipped from the boy "he is familiar with". There's a small smile plastered on his face, a vision of disappoinment, perhaps. When he hung up his phone the two of them looked at each other. Changmin panicked, and can't utter words as he wore back his eyeglasses.

"O-oh, oh no. I-i I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I'm sorry!" Changmin stated almost hysterical didn't know what to do.

"Oh, no, no. It's okay! I don't mind at all." It's true, he's not even mad. Far from it, honestly.

"By the way, I've never seen you before. Is this your first time roaming around here? If you don't mind asking. I'm Choi Chanhee, you?" Chanhee reached out his hand, and of course, Changmin gladly accepted it. If you'll ask Changmin what Chanhee looks like, he's so gorgeous. To the point that every men and women would fall in love with the beautiful features he has. His eyes owns miniature galaxies, his thin lips were perfect, moist and pink.

"I'm Changmin. Ji Changmin." Changmin happily introduced himself to Chanhee. "At by any chance, if you're not busy or something. Would you like to roam around with me? Since I am not familiar with every corner of this museum yet." He scratches his back and flashes a timid smile upon asking a favor. Actually, he's too shy to make a request to anyone. Not a fond of it.

"Sure, sure! I'd love that."

Chanhee didn't know what's have gotten on his mind why he's with Changmin right now, him and Changmin will still remain as strangers. Albeit, half of an hour have passed since they started talking and roaming inside the museum, sharing thoughts, about themselves and certain manner under given circumstances as an alternative to art and professional artists' quiddities just to keep their company alive.

"No, actually I don't paint. It's just.. I love to examine the whole extent of painting how the artist give a representation about what they're painting, how they attached their emotions to it." Changmin chuckles at what Chanhee's first impression towards him.

"Oh, I see." Chanhee half-heartedly replied nodding in response at he was inclined to be corrected. 'Changmin has really something', and Chanhee seem wants to know more about him without crossing the line. For him, it's still crucial to set a line between the two unless they're close enough to break the boundaries.

"How about you? I bet you do painting." Changmin stated in a stable voice, he is beyond willing to know more about the boy he's sharing a conversation with. Interested? Maybe.

"Hm. Yup!" he answered his question shortly, popping off his cheeks beforehand adding words. "Actually. I uh.. Would you like to see my painting over there?" Chanhee timidly pointed another area used for exhibition of paintings.

"Woah. Wait, that's a corner where great artists' paintings are displayed, right?" Changmin almost yell at the excitement he felt. "I knew it, you're a great artist!".

"No, no! Not really.." Chanhee bit his lower lip to ease the awkwardness he felt. Not so many people know the concealed talent he has for painting. Since his parents doesn't want him to socialize, he invested a lot of time to nourish his talent. A reason why he is not used to receive compliments from others.

"Here." Chanhee's timidity and anxiousness became more intense as the two of them stood in front on the wall and his painting hang on it perfectly, showcasing the aestheticness of it.

"God. I've never seen such a beautiful piece like this." Changmin expressed casually, with regard to the mind flabbergasted. He wanted to take a picture of as his souvenir but he don't think he can disremember his Gouache Painting. He love the colorsl, texture and he is lack of hesitation that Chanhee didn't put a meaning behind the painting that Changmin staring at. He could do this all day, because he firmly believe that showing esteem and admiration at Chanhee's painting is a worth of time.

"Thank you, thank you so much." Chanhee replied and frown.

"You really deserve a recognition, you know?" Changmin's voice gruff as he angle his camera to Chanhee and took two or more shots without a bit taller man's permission.

"C-Changmin! What you are doing.." only then did Chanhee notice that Changmin was secretly taking a picture of him as he heard a flashing sound from Changmin's camera.

"You're being photographed, is it bad?" Changmin chuckles at how cute Chanhee's reaction was.

"N-no.." Chanhee lose count at how many times he bit his lower lip since they started talking, a mix of ardent and happiness filled him. Chanhee, himself doesn't know what's happening to him. The two laughed as they find amusing their interaction was. Changmin and his not-so-rude behavior soon forgotten.

Another hour have passed but the two of them are still having a good time on each other's company. Changmin have been waiting for so long to have a process by which information is exchanged between them through a common system of symbols. Though the two of them just met, Changmin feels like he would depend on Chanhee no matter what happen.

"Min." Chanhee called him and Changmin answered in a hum, enough for Chanhee to hear. "I really hope this won't be the last time I see you here. This is my first time sharing a long conversation with someone. I am beyond glad, we have too many similarities especially in arts." There is a hint of sincerity at his voice while he utters those words. Changmin's face lifts up brighter than ever, upon hearing Chanhee's sweet voice and words. And the nickname Chanhee gave him butterflies. "Of course, Chanhee. I would love to!" Changmin shows his dimples and from ear to ear smile.

The two of them enjoyed the camaraderie throughout the day until they've decided to go to within a short distance from the art museum to grab something to eat. Sharing light conversations, Changmin and Chanhee are no longer strangers. An hour and half have anew to their inseparability, Changmin assured himself he wouldn't inhale the strawberry and peach scent of Chanhee. He mentally frowned as he took a quick glance at his wrist watch. The apparent descent of the sun below the horizon, it's past 6 o'clock in the mid-afternoon. Changmin wanted to stay with him, if you would ask him. He could keep coming back for more.

"What's the matter?" Chanhee dropped a sweetest voice after sipping his coffee from his cup as he noticed Changmin's actions.

"I- I'm going to leave as soon as possible, for some important matter. But I don't want to leave you alone here." Changmin answered in a worrying voice but it's true he have something to do important things it's so sad that he'll leave Chanhee when in fact all he wanted to do is to be with him until midnight. He wanted to know more about Chanhee, Choi Chanhee.

"Changmin, it's okay. I'm gonna stay here for awhile, don't worry about me, okay?" Chanhee doesn't want Changmin to be apologetic. "Well. I'll see you soon?" Chanhee said, his quality of voice once again hearty and hale.

Changmin stood up, indicates that he is leaving soon. "Of course, we'll see each other soon. I got to go, now. It was nice meeting with you, Chanhee." Changmin wholeheartedly said beforehand parting ways with Chanhee.

Chanhee smiles to himself upon recalling the ecstatic scenes he and Changmin have shared together throughout their day. Changmin has really something.

Chanhee hung the door open, the busy Younghoon shown up with the papers scattered on the side of his table, laptop infront of him and his rite of dedicating to finish whatever he is doing as soon as he widely opened it.

"I'm home." Chanhee dropped a low voice and placed his shoes neatly beside the footsteps. Seem his roommate didn't notice his arrival so he just stepped inside and shrugged it off. Younghoon is a busy person so Chanhee wouldn't ask him why he didn't escort him in art exhibit. Chanhee understands it, he should think about the right and feelings of other people. In fact, he enjoyed his day with his new found friend, Ji Changmin. Changmin's words of affirmation and smiles are still lingers through his mind, it was saccharine sweet.

Chanhee flopped himself onto his soft mattress saying 'goodnight' to his roommate. This is the nice and unforgettable day in his entire life, he wouldn't be exaggerated. It was really his first time to meet someone who really likes him, has a lot of parallelism. Chanhee should be thankful to the talks he shared with Changmin, he found out what he really is behind his stoic expression the first time their eyes met. Changmin is so sweet, so fervent and so gentle. Being his friend is the only thing he can bestow.

Chanhee closes his eyes and drifted off to sleep . . .

"L'art et le passé vous ramèneront."

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madpanda75 · 5 years

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A fic idea for nevada or Barba where you bring home an abandoned cat or dog and they're just super grumbly about it and don't like it and then end up jealous because you spend all your time and energy with the pet before they eventually come round

First of all, @walkingsnowman, you have the patience of a saint! I’m combining this with @thatesqcrush‘s request “Pipe the fuck down, asshole” from the “five word prompt list.” Thank you guys soooo much for your requests! I’m sorry it took me forever to write.

Hope you all like this! Get ready for fluffy soft Nevada (well….maybe not so fluffy). ❤️

Check out Part Two

“The Negative” Part One

Place the test stick on a flat surface with the windows facing up for two minutes. Following the instructions exactly, you gingerly placed the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter as if it were a ticking bomb, afraid any sudden movements would cause a catastrophic explosion. Staring down at the test, watching the light blue color swirl across the windows, you silently willed time to move faster. Perhaps it was like that old saying, “A watched pot never boils.”

You stepped back from the bathroom counter and sat on the edge of the tub, picking a hangnail and ruining your new manicure. Two minutes. 120 seconds. In such a short span of time, your life could change completely. This shouldn’t have been a complete surprise. It’s not like you and your boyfriend, Nevada, were careful when it came to using birth control. But were you ready to be someone’s mother? Were you ready to start a family? A family with Nevada Ramirez. Trujillo, himself. The King of the Heights. This was all happening so fast.

You glanced down at your phone and saw two minutes had passed. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the counter and picked up the test. There it was, a single vertical line. The test was negative. Rather than breathe a sigh of relief, you grabbed another test stick from one of the several boxes you had purchased that morning, not quite trusting the results from the test you just took. The last thing you needed was a false negative and then end up on a crazy reality show where the women don’t realize they’re pregnant until they go to the bathroom and out popped a baby. Nope, better take a few more, just to be sure.

You took three more tests, it was amazing how you could generate enough pee for all of them . All of the tests read the same result. Negative. You should have been doing the happy dance. It should have felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders, but instead you were disappointed in your body for not being able to get pregnant. Your heart sank.

You quickly threw the tests in the garbage. Sitting on the edge of the tub, you took in large gulps of air, struggling to breathe, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. The room was spinning. You had to get out of that apartment. Grabbing the garbage, you threw on a pair of flip flops, took your keys from the counter and left your home, in dire need of fresh air. After tossing the evidence of your wasted afternoon in the dumpster, you started to walk, ignoring the dark ominous clouds looming overhead.

How long had you been walking? You lost count by the twentieth block. For the past week thoughts of babies had been running through your head: kissing chubby cherub cheeks, tickling your son or daughter’s belly making them laugh and squeal in delight, rubbing your nose against the top of their head, inhaling that sweet intoxicating smell that all newborns seemed to have.

Your mind then drifted to Nevada, trying to imagine what he would look like cradling a tiny baby with green eyes and dark hair in his arms. A sad smile tugged at your lips at the image of him lulling his child to sleep with a sweet Spanish lullaby, completely transfixed by the life you both had created. But then reality crept back in, ripping the image from your broken heart. In one day, one line, one result stole that dream away from you and replaced it with fear and uncertainty. What if you could never get pregnant? What if Nevada didn’t want a family?

Nevada may have been terrifying to most people with a pulse but not to you. He surprised you in so many ways. You also surprised him. He realized early on in your relationship not to be deceived by your beauty. You were as tough as nails and gave just as much attitude as he did.

You continued walking, the sky getting darker and darker. A breeze whipped through your hair. You wrapped your arms around your body, shivering as raindrops began to dot your thin tank top. A sudden clap of thunder made you jump in your skin. The sky opened up and rain began to pelt down. You were drenched in a matter of seconds. While everyone ran for cover, you slowly made your way back home, not caring about the rain or anything else in that moment when a tiny mewl caught your attention from an alley beside the sidewalk. The tiny whimpers could barely be heard above the claps of thunder rumbling from above.

You headed into the dark alleyway, weaving around dirty puddles and garbage, trying to find the source of those pathetic noises. “Hello?” You called out before realizing what a fool you must have looked like in that instant, sifting through debris between a Chinese restaurant and a bodega during a rainstorm in search of God knows what. Thankfully, no one was around to notice. Lightning sliced through the sky, illuminating the space around you followed by another loud boom of thunder. You yelped and jumped back, your legs bumping into a small wooden crate covered in soggy newspapers. The crate yowled in response. You bent down and tossed the old papers aside finding a pair of large glowing eyes staring up at you.

*****

Nevada paced back and forth around the living room, glancing outside at the sheet of rain pouring down. He reached into his back pocket for his pack of cigarettes. Shaking one out of the carton, he lit the cigarette and held the smoke in his mouth for a long moment, enjoying the deep burn he felt in his throat. Although you had a hard rule about not smoking in the house, Nevada needed this. The nicotine helped to relieve the tension in his muscles. He had been on edge since early that afternoon when he came home to find you gone. Normally, he wouldn’t think anything of it but when he spied your cell phone and purse on the kitchen counter, he knew something was wrong. You always took your cell phone with you, even if you were going out for a jog around the block.

Nevada may have been King of the Heights, but he certainly didn’t get there without making a few enemies in the process. What if something happened to you? Nevada reached for his phone and called one of his men that he had sent out to troll the neighborhood for you. “Any sign of her?” He asked when his goon answered, taking another long draw from his cigarette.

“Not yet, jefe. We searched in all her usual hangouts,” the man replied.

“Keep looking,” Nevada growled and hung up the phone. He grinded the stub of his cigarette into a discarded magazine on the living room table. “Fuck this,” he muttered, getting up and grabbing his jacket. Nevada was an impatient man. He felt useless and ridiculous standing idly by. Trujillo was not some teenage girl sitting by the phone on a Saturday night. No, he would take matters into his own hands and go look for you himself. He grabbed his keys and opened the door, running smack into you.

You were shivering, soaked to the bone. “Y/N! Where’ve you been? I was just about to go look for you. Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Nevada grabbed you by the shoulders, looking you over for any signs of blood or injuries.

“I’m fine,” you softly said through chattering teeth. “Just decided to go for a walk.”

Nevada stared at you incredulously, ushering you inside. “In the middle of a thunderstorm. Estás loca? Look at you, you’re freezing!” He rubbed your arms, trying to bring some warmth back into your body, ignoring the giant wet black ball of fur you were clutching to your chest.

“It wasn’t raining when I started to walk. Anyways it’s a good thing I went. Look what I found.” You held out what Nevada thought was the ugliest looking animal he had ever seen.

He scowled and backed away. “What the fuck is that?”

“What do you mean “what the fuck is that.” Haven’t you ever seen a cat before?” You turned the cat to face you and made a kissy noise. “I found him in the alley next to Empire Szechuan. Isn’t he cute,” you cooed, bringing the animal back up to Nevada’s face.

Cute wasn’t exactly the first word Nevada would have used to describe the filthy four-legged beast. The cat looked worse for wear. If that thing had nine lives, he definitely didn’t have many left. Chunks of black fur were missing from his body, a piece of his right ear appeared to have been bitten off and perhaps the most unsettling were his eyes. Two mossy green eyes that were crossed. The damn cat couldn’t even see straight.

“He’s…..he’s something, alright,” Nevada slowly said and stepped away from the cross-eyed, mangy feline.

“Can we keep him? Please? He’s all alone in this world. He doesn’t have anywhere to go. He’s an orphan.” You pouted your lips and batted your lashes at Nevada, giving him big doe eyes while bringing the cat up to your cheek. The feline purred as he nuzzled against your face. “Pretty please, Vada.”

Nevada sighed and looked up to the ceiling in defeat, knowing he would cave. You were his kryptonite. He would crawl to the ends of the Earth just to make you happy. “Fine,” he grumbled and rolled his eyes.

“Gracias, mi amor.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, walking past him towards the bedroom, cradling the cat in your arms. “Come on, Vegas. Let’s go get ready for bed,” you cooed.

Nevada whipped around. “Vegas?!”

“Yeah, his name,” you replied, motioning to the cat. “It’s cute, right? Plus I thought it fit cause you and him are very similar. He’s like a mini-Nevada. You wear black, he’s all black. You have green eyes, he has green eyes.”

Nevada frowned at the idea of being compared to a stray animal. “Yeah but mine aren’t crossed.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not funny, Papi. You’re hurting my baby’s feelings.” You snuggled up to the critter and went into the bedroom, leaving Nevada alone in the middle of the living room. He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, listening to you talk to the cat from the other room. You were acting strange. Something wasn’t right, he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

*****

At some point between your walk and coming back home, you started your period. After putting in a tampon, you washed your hands, staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling completely betrayed by your own body.

“Oye!” Nevada called out from the bedroom. “You ok in there?”

You sniffled and wiped away a few stray tears that had managed to slip out. “I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.”

You walked out of the master bathroom and crawled into bed. Nevada rolled over and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him, your back flush against his chest. “Mmm, you’re still so cold, baby. Want Papi to warm you up?” He slowly began to kiss down your neck. His fingertips trailing down your arm, inching closer to your thigh. He hummed in appreciation while roaming your form. His growing erection rubbing against your backside.

Most nights played out like this with you and Nevada unable to keep your hands off each other. You couldn’t get enough of him, he was like a drug to you. But tonight was different, feeling yourself stiffen under his touch. You didn’t need sex, what you needed in that moment was to be comforted. You turned to face him and grabbed his hands. “Vada, not tonight. I’m sorry. I’m just….not in the mood. Do you think you could just hold me?”

“Of course.” Nevada cupped your face, gently stroking your cheek. There was such sadness in your eyes. A deep despair that unnerved him. “Are you ok?”

You gave him a tight smile and nodded. “I’m fine,” you lied. “I just want to be held, that’s all.” You rested your head on his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart under your ear, your fingers tracing each one of his scars.

Nevada wound an arm around you and rested his cheek against the crown of your head. He had just closed his eyes when he felt a pair of sharp claws digging into his chest followed by a meow. “Oye no!” He scolded when a pair of crossed green eyes looked up at him. “Cats sleep on the floor.”

“Please, Vada. Just tonight. Just this once,” you begged and reached out for Vegas.

He gave you a stern look. “Fine, but just tonight. I mean what if that thing has fleas or something.”

“Vegas doesn’t have fleas,” you said, scratching behind his ear. “He’s perfect.”

The cat made himself comfortable between you and Nevada, circling a few times, his butt getting right in Nevada’s face. “Carajo!” He groaned as the cat’s tail whipped his nose. You giggled and gently took Vegas in your arms, laying your head back on Nevada’s chest. Between the cat and your boyfriend, you finally were able to fall asleep after a long day.

*****

For a tiny cat, Vegas seemed to take up a lot of room. To make matters worse, he also had a preferred sleeping spot— the top of Nevada’s head. Everytime Nevada plucked Vegas up and placed him on the floor, he would jump right back on the bed and get in the same position. This continued throughout the night, until Nevada moved to the living room to sleep on the couch. His efforts proved futile when the cat promptly followed him and leapt right on top of his head yet again. By that point, it was 4 in the morning and Nevada had given up on sleep. Instead he got up and dressed, deciding to leave early to go to the club, thinking he would double check the books and maybe squeeze in a nap on his office couch.

Later that afternoon, Nevada opened the door to your shared home, utterly exhausted. Walking into the foyer, he tripped and nearly broke his neck on a large plastic mouse. Muttering a curse under his breath, he picked up the object in question and tossed it into the living room where he saw the entire floor covered in cat toys. His jaw dropped, eyes widening as he drank in the scene before him. Plush balls, squeaky fishes stuffed with catnip, laser pointers, and cat teasers littered the floor. Nevada cautiously stepped over the toys as if he was in a minefield. He continued to walk through the apartment, noticing a few tiny ridiculous outfits strewn on the dining room table and a deluxe multi-level kitty mansion right next to the television. If it wasn’t for the pictures of you and Nevada adorning the walls, he would’ve swore that he was in some sick twisted version of cat utopia.

“Nevada? Is that you?” You shouted.

“Yeah, I came home early.” Nevada followed the sound of your voice to the kitchen. You were standing at the sink giving Vegas a bath. The cat looked pitiful and less than pleased to be dripping wet. “How was your day?” He asked, warily eyeing the soaking feline while he opened the fridge to grab a beer.

“Vegas and I had a big day. Didn’t we, snookums?” You wrapped a fluffy towel around Vegas and rocked him back and forth. “We went to the vet to get a checkup and then stopped by the pet store to pick up a few things,” you said in a high-pitched baby voice, your eyes never leaving the cat in your arms.

Nevada nearly spat his beer out. “A few things?! Carajo, Y/N, it looks like you bought out the whole store! We could open up our own pet shop with all this stuff.” He grimaced and nudged a stuffed toy bird with his foot causing it to squeak.

“Well, we want our baby to have the best.”

“I guess,” he mumbled, picking up one of the several prescription bottles on the counter. “What’s all this?”

“His medication,” you replied nonchalantly, drying off Vegas and setting him down on the floor.

Nevada snorted a laugh. “Medication? You gotta be kidding me. You sure you didn’t hold up a pharmacy? Since when does a cat need pills.”

“Animals need medication too, Vada. Vegas just needs a little extra that’s all.” You shrugged and began organizing the orange bottles. “There’s his flea and tick medication, allergy medication, medication for his heart murmur and liver, medicine for a rash he may get as a reaction from the medication he has to take for his heart murmur. It’s all basic stuff really.”

“Coño, my 95 year old abuelita doesn’t need this much medication,” Nevada mused. He gently pulled you towards, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a firm kiss on your lips. “Listen, mi amor. This whole cat thing,” he said, waving his hand in the air. “If you want a pet so badly then why don’t we just buy you a kitten or a puppy from a good breeder or maybe an easier animal like a beta fish or a sea monkey. You know, get you a pet that isn’t so sick. Maybe a cat that can actually see straight and has both ears intact,” he teased.

You frowned and vehemently shook your head, moving out of Nevada’s grasp to finish clearing away the pill bottles. “No. I’m not abandoning Vegas. He can’t help that he needs all this medicine. Just because someone is sick or their body doesn’t perform the way that it should, doesn’t mean you just throw them away like trash.” You continued your rant while furiously scouring the sink, your eyes glossy with tears. “Maybe Vegas knows that his body betrayed him but he’s dealing with it. He’s trying his best with what he has. He may have hopes and dreams but his body prevents him from achieving them. That doesn’t mean we give up on him.”

Nevada furrowed his eyebrows in concern at this sudden outburst. He placed his hand over yours and tilted his head to meet your gaze. “Hey, we won’t get another cat, I promise. I’m just worried about you. You’ve been acting weird. Is there something you want to tell me?” He gently ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes pleading for you to tell him what was wrong.

You almost confessed everything to him but you just couldn’t. You were afraid. Afraid of how he would react to the news that he almost could have been a father. Afraid of saying out loud that you wanted a family and that it may never happen. “I’m fine. Just tired,” you whispered, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from crying. “I’m going to go take a nap.” You walked past him and went to your bedroom.

Nevada stood in place, listening to the door shut. He wanted to follow you and demand to know what was wrong, but he couldn’t move. Nevada was never one for emotions and he felt ill-equipped to handle this situation. Typically it was the other way around, you were the one encouraging him to talk, breaking down those walls he had built up around his heart.

In need of something stronger than a beer, Nevada grabbed a glass and some scotch from the kitchen cupboard. He poured himself a drink and went to the living room, tossing aside some catnip toys before sitting down on the couch. Nevada downed the first glass, relishing in the sharp burn as the amber liquid went down his throat and poured himself another. Vegas jumped up on the table, staring at him with his crossed green eyes.

Nevada glared at the feline. “The fuck you looking at.”

Vegas narrowed his eyes and brought up his paw, ready to swipe the expensive bottle of scotch off the table. Before Nevada could say anything, the cat moved his paw and sent the bottle flying. Nevada glanced down at the broken bottle, the alcohol seeping into the expensive rug underneath the table. “Me cago en su madre,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

The next few weeks tested Nevada’s patience. Apart from the lack of sleep and finding hairballs all over the house, Vegas had also decided to forgo the expensive scratching post you had bought and clawed up one of Nevada’s favorite leather jackets instead. It took all his strength not to stuff Vegas in a bag and toss him over the Washington Heights bridge. On top of the feline frenzy surrounding your household, you had distanced yourself more and more from Nevada, focusing all your attention on the cat. Anytime he tried to get close, you would take a step back, shutting him out completely. This was also the longest you had ever gone without sex, typically you both were like rabbits. Nevada was frustrated in more ways than one, quickly reaching his breaking point. It was only a matter of time before he exploded and the truth would eventually bubble up to the surface.

*****

“Babe, ven aca! Look what I can do!” You called out from your comfortable spot on the sofa. Nevada walked into the living room just as you were taking a plate of chocolate cake and balancing it on your swollen belly. “Ta-dah!” You smiled and threw your arms out.

“Coño que talent.” Nevada snorted a laugh before furrowing his eyebrows when he saw you take a huge bite of cake. “Hey, is that the last piece?”

You froze mid-bite, your cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk. “Maybe,” you managed to say with your mouth full.

“I knew I should’ve hid it,” he teased and shook his head.

You swallowed and swiped some frosting on your index finger, beckoning Nevada to come closer. “Awww, you wanna taste, Papi?” You smirked, spreading your legs a bit.

Nevada moved the plate to the table and hovered over your frame, sucking the chocolate frosting off your digit. “Mmmm.” Licking his lips, he leaned forward, placing wet wanton kisses up the gentle slope of your neck. “Have I told you how sexy you look pregnant,” he purred in your ear.

“Everyday for the past 7 months.”

“Cause it’s true. I can’t get enough of you.” Nevada continued to kiss down your body, playfully biting down on your nipple through your thin t-shirt.

You softly moaned, losing yourself in the moment when you felt your baby girl stretch in your womb. “She’s kicking.”

Nevada smiled and pushed up your shirt, placing his hands on your bump. “Oye, this is your Papi speaking. Can you hear me?” He stared at your stomach in amazement, watching it move as she kicked against his palms.

“Houston, we have contact.” You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

Nevada dropped a tender kiss on your belly, softly caressing his child’s home. “I can’t wait to meet you, mi princesa. Papi loves you so much.” You smiled and closed your eyes, listening to him talk to the life that was growing inside you.

You opened your eyes and sat up. It was early, light only just beginning to peek through the windows of your darkened bedroom. You glanced down at Nevada asleep next to you before placing a hand on your flat stomach. It wasn’t real. Just a figment of your imagination, a cruel joke your dreams had played on you. A soft sob escaped your lips. You had been so happy, floating on air only to come crashing back to Earth.

There was no way you would ever be able to fall asleep now. You got out of bed and changed into a pair of leggings and one of Nevada’s t-shirts, deciding that a run might help clear your mind. You stepped outside into the cool morning, stretching your arms above your head before beginning an easy pace. Each slap of your foot against the pavement brought you some sense of clarity, some form of escape. You ran harder and faster until all you could comprehend was the sweat beading off your face and the burn in your lungs.

*****

Nevada was in a deep sleep, a rarity as of late, when he felt a pair of sharp claws pawing at his head and a black tail swishing in his face. “Get off,” he muttered, swiping the cat away with his eyes still closed. He rolled over and reached out for you, only to find rumpled sheets. Figuring that you were in the kitchen making breakfast, he tried to fall back asleep but Vegas had other plans. The cat pounced on top of him and began batting at his chest. “Y/N! Come get this fuckin’ cat,” he groaned, getting up with Vegas in his arms, placing him on the floor.

Just as Nevada had fallen back asleep, he heard the most pitiful meow coming from the bathroom. The meows became louder and more obnoxious. “Pipe the fuck down, asshole!” Nevada growled and covered his head with a pillow to drown out the sound but it was no use. He got up again, ripping the covers off and stomping over to the bathroom to find Vegas with his head stuck in the cupboard under the sink. The cat wiggled its body, trying to escape as it cried for help.

“Stupid cat. How the fuck did you do this,” Nevada grumbled and crouched down to open the cupboard. “Y/N! Get your–” Nevada began to shout, pulling the cat out of the cupboard when he saw something that silenced him immediately. There in Vegas’ mouth was a pregnancy test. The cat dropped the test stick in his hand and scampered off. It was still in its wrapper. Upon looking deeper into the cupboard, he found a whole box of tests that you had hidden. Nevada fell back on the floor, completely stunned. All of a sudden your odd behavior these past few weeks began to make sense.

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