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zegrasdrysdale · 5 months

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Hi! I wanted to ask if you could write a request for cole caufield! So him and reader are like newly public but have been dating for a couple months, but she’s getting hate on the internet bc her ex is someone who’s famous (idk who lol) but anyways she goes onto like a podcast and talks about how much better of a boyfriend cole was to her than her ex and when she gets home he’s just so in awe of her and the way she feels and speaks about him (I’m so sorry if this didn’t make sense) 😭

[ to love and to be loved ] c. caufield

paring : Cole Caufield x influencer!fem!reader

summary : tired of the hate she's been getting, (Y/N) goes on a podcast to talk about her life, her past relationship, and her new public relationship with Canadians star Cole Caufield

warning(s) : language, mentions of cheating

author’s note : my first time ever writing for cole so pls tell me if i did okay :)

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She didn't know what she thought would happen when she and Cole went public with their relationship a few months after they started dating. There were a few hours where all she saw was support, until her TikToker ex decided to say something about the announcement she and Cole made.

All she sees right now is hate from thousands of people after her ex's comments on his Instagram story. He called her a bitch and said she used him to gain fame and use his money to get what she wanted. He even tagged Cole in a second Instagram story to warn him about her "manipulative ways". His millions of fans agreed with him and have started to flood her feed with hate and negative messages.

She can't even imagine what Cole's comments and DMs look like.

It's been a week since that day, and she's only grown tired of seeing all the hate. She's hasn't spoken out about her ex's accusations about her despite her having more serious accusations about him and his own girlfriend.

As soon as she was invited to go on one of her friends' podcasts, she jumped at the opportunity to speak out about what's been going on. It's time to speak out, and that's the reason her friend invited her on to the podcast.

The set is comfortable. She sits on the couch next to her friend and her friend's podcast partner. A microphone sits in front of her on a stand. A table sits at her feet that holds cups of coffee for the three of them. It's a cozy set up.

"Thank you for inviting me," (Y/N) says to her friend. "I'm sorry Cole wasn't available to come on with me. He flew in this morning from his road trip and has practice today. He didn't want to risk being late to the rink."

Her friend Demi says, "It's not a problem. I understand that he has a busy schedule. Thank you for agreeing to come on."

"It's time I spoke up about this," she tells her friend. "Don't be afraid to ask the hard questions. I'll happily answer any of them."

One of the crew members tells them they're going live in less than a minute. (Y/N) throws her curls behind her shoulder and sits back to get comfortable on the couch.

The same crew member counts down from five before pointing at Demi and her podcast partner. Demi is the one that gives this episode's greeting.

"Welcome back to TikTok Stuff You Should Know," she says into her own microphone. "To my left is Payton, which is not surprising at all because she's glued to my side. Today we have a very special guest joining us. She is a very close friend of mine who has been dealing with a lot of hate recently after launching her relationship online last week. Please welcome (Y/N) (L/N) to the podcast."

Payton looks over at (Y/N) and speaks. "Welcome, (Y/N). We're very happy you're able to join us today."

"Happy to be here."

Demi smiles at her and says, "So, we're all dying to know. How is your relationship with Cole Caufield? How have the two of you been dealing with the past week?"

There it is. Starting out strong.

"Cole has been super supportive of me," she replies. "He's been doing his best in trying to distract me over the past week. I think we've both been trying to stay off social media this week and focus on making sure we're both okay. He's been playing really well recently too, which makes it very easy to distract myself from everything that's been happening on social media. I think he's been using hockey as his own distraction."

Payton nods along as (Y/N) speaks. Demi's eyes are on her. They're both listening to everything she's been saying.

That's only a fraction of what's been happening.

(Y/N) has been in tears almost every night, especially since Cole has been on a roadie for the past four days. The first three days after all hell broke loose were perfect. She laid in Cole's arms every night and woke up next to him every morning. It made the days a lot easier.

Since he left, she's been in tears on FaceTime with him. It hasn't been as easy without him near her. It actually kind of sucks. She didn't even get to see him before she left.

"What made you want to come out about your seemingly new relationship with him?" Payton asks. "Did you think that Ethan would say something about it when you and Cole posted about it?"

She shakes her head. "I always thought Ethan was a really nice guy," she explains. "I certainly didn't expect this out of him. Especially after everything he did throughout our relationship. Cole and I really love each other and we both got tired of hiding that from the public. It was his idea to make out "

"That's an interesting comment," Demi slowly says like she doesn't know what her ex did. "What did Ethan do during your relationship?"

(Y/N) bites her bottom lip for a second. "He cheated on me," she tells the two of them. "All the time at the end of our relationship. Actually, his new girlfriend is just one of the girls he fucked while we were in a relationship. He would have a new girl every weekend and I would look the other way because I loved him."

"It wasn't because you didn't want to lose your constant source of followers and money?" Payton asks. "I'm not taking a shot, by the way. He accused you of using him for fame and money so I just want you to be able to clear the air."

"No, I understand," she replies after being caught off guard by the way the question was worded. "Um, no. I never once used him for followers or money. I made my own money by posting my own content across social media. I stayed with him because I wanted to believe he was a better person and that he could change. I truly loved him and I wanted a future with him. After nearly three months of this, I couldn't do it anymore and I ended things with him."

She notes that Payton looks genuinely surprised by her words. Demi looks annoyed because she and (Y/N) are actually very close friends so she was one of the first people that she told what was going on. She was one of the people that told (Y/N) to end the relationship when Ethan started cheating on her.

"That's crazy," Payton drawls. "Holy shit." She looks over at Demi. "Did you know about all of this?"

"(Y/N) is one of the most genuine people I have ever known," Demi says. "I hated seeing her in that relationship at the end, and I hate that she's being accused of using someone for followers and money. There was a reason she rarely ever posted Ethan on any of her social media. She didn't want to constantly post him because she was afraid to be labeled as a user. She loves creating content and videos. She's so much happier now."

A small smile forms on her lips as she thinks about Cole. She thinks about how he actually loves her and isn't afraid to show it.

"I am so much happier now," she echoes. "I mean, Cole is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He was so patient with me at the beginning of our relationship because I was still healing from my last relationship. He spent so long trying to show me that it's okay to love and be loved by someone that I gave my heart to him. I trust him with my everything, which is not something I would've said this time last year."

Demi smiles at her and Payton mirrors it. "That's so good to hear," Payton says. "Sounds like you caught a good one, (Y/N)."

"I absolutely did," she replies with a smile on her own face. "He is the best boyfriend. I've been so emotional this past week and he has made sure to be there for me the entire time. He checked in on me while he was on the road for the past few games. I am so in love with him, and he helped me believe in love again. I am so grateful for him."

One of the crew members tells them to begin wrapping up. Payton takes over. "Well, thank you for talking with us, (Y/N)," she says. "Where can we find you and Cole?"

"You can find Cole on the ice tomorrow night at seven when he and the Canadians take on the Calgary Flames," she says. "You can find him on social media at colecaufield. You can find me on social media as well at yourusername. Or you can find me somewhere in the stands at Cole's home hockey games."

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It feels like an eternity since she's been home when she walks into her apartment in downtown Montreal. She shuts the door behind her with a sigh and leans against it.

When she throws her keys in the bowl by the door, she sees Cole's car keys. "Coley?" she calls. "Are you here?"

She walks into the living room to see Cole sitting on the couch. He looks back at her and smiles. "You are freaking amazing, baby," he tells her. "I listened to the podcast on the way home and holy shit. I have never heard anyone talk about me the way you do. I swear I fall in love with you more every single day."

"You listened?" she asks.

Cole stands up with a nod. "To the whole thing," he replies. "I helped you believe in love again?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) breathes out. "You did. You showed me that it's okay to love someone without being afraid they're going to hurt you. I thought that for a long time, Cole. You helped me realize that it's okay to love someone again."

Without realizing it, tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She tries to wipe them away quickly but Cole notices them before she can wipe them away. He walks around the couch to get to her and he envelopes him in a hug. "I'm so proud of you, baby," he whispers in her ear.

She lets out a quiet sob and buries her face in his chest. "I'm so grateful for you," she replies.

"You're so brave for talking about the whole situation," Cole tells her. "I can't believe how well you're handling it. I'm in awe, (Y/N). I wish I had your strength. I wish I could've been there to witness the whole podcast."

"I'm only brave because you're here," she admits as she pulls her face out of his chest. Cole moves his hands to her jaw and his thumbs wipe away more tears that escaped. "I don't know where I'd be if you weren't here. I don't know if I'd even be here if you weren't, Cole."

Cole presses a kiss to her forehead and mumbles, "I love you. More than you'll ever know. You're so strong."

She closes her eyes and whispers, "I love you too."

(Y/N) isn't afraid to say those three words anymore. Not like she was last year. Cole has showed her that she doesn't need to be afraid anymore.

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lis-likes-fics · 7 months

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Kiss Me Through the Phone

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: 2.1k words Kink: Phone Sex Warnings: NSFW, phone sex, masturbation (m and f), dirty talk, daddy kink, praise... A/N: This is late, ik. I swear I'm working on it but that ADHD and everything is hitting HARD. I can't promise I'll catch up but I can promise that these will get finished so I won't leave you hanging. Enjoy this (late) fic though and I'll hopefully see you again with a new one tomorrow!

"Don't you think you should probably be getting to bed, babe?"

Steve raises a brow as he speaks into the receiver holding the phone to his ear as he awaits your response. You called him hours ago to talk while you did homework. The first half hour consisted of him teasing you because you still had homework to do while he graduated the year before. He kept calling you a "literal child", to which you replied, "Then I'm dating a pervert." He promptly shut up.

But now it's midnight, and you ditched the remainder of your homework a couple hours ago. It's late, and you technically have school in the morning. You aren't ready to hang up but Steve is always trying to take care of you, and this is one of those times when he's trying to enforce that—even though he'd rather die than hang up the phone.

"And, you know, I would but…" you trail off on the other end, trying to come up with an excuse and falling short as you shrug, "I just don't want to."

He rolls his eyes and laughs. "Go to bed."

"You can't make me."

"I'm going to."

"How? You're not even here."

"I'm going to drive to your house and make you."

"If you drove to my house, I'd convince you to do something much better than sleeping…" Steve can hear the smirk in your voice, and he thinks he's going to die if you keep using your charm on him like this. He's already horny enough all the time as it is, you don't need to make it worse with suggestive comments you can currently live up to.

"You drive me crazy," he answers truthfully.

He hears you giggle and smiles. "That's good. Keeps you on your toes."

He shakes his head and hears you shuffle around. When you curse under your breath, he hums. "What?"

"Nothin'. Got the cord wrapped around my hand and it tangled a little." A pause. "There."

"Yeah, well, you probably like that shit, don't you? Fuckin' weirdo."

You laugh quietly, trying not to disturb the rest of the people sleeping in your house. "Don't kink shame me!"

He raises his brows, "What if kink shaming is my kink?"

You hum, "It's not. You like to be called Daddy. Which is admittedly weirder."

He scoffs, ignoring the heat in his cheeks when you say it. "No, it's not."

You giggle again. "Yeah, it is. Daddy."

He licks his lips. "You think so? Baby?"

He hopes you'll say no because, otherwise, his "baby" makes him sound like a creep.

"No," you say, an angel. You miss his little relieved breath. "You wanna know what I like?"

"What do you like, baby?" he asks, less joking this time and more fond.

"I like your hands..." Your voice is quieter now, speaking in a secret whisper between the two of you in the cover of the night.

We're doing this, Steve thinks, excited.

"Yeah?" he murmurs. "Where do you like them?"

"Well… I've been wanting a new necklace. I think that'd work just fine," you smile shyly.

He can see it, kissing you all nice with his hand wrapped around your throat. His pants suddenly feel really tight.

"Where else would you like it?" he wonders.

"I dunno," you mutter, shy suddenly. Steve thinks you're weird. You're almost always the one to start something like this, and then you get shy and quiet when he plays along with you. He thinks you're cute.

"You don't know?"

"Mm-mm," you say.

He smiles, licking his bottom lip. "You know where I'd like it?"

"Hm?"

"On your thigh," he breaths. His hand moves to rest on his own thigh. He hears your breath hitch. "I'd love to feel your thighs. I miss 'em."

It takes a moment for you to respond again. "Where else would you put them?"

"Where else do you want me to put them?" he counters. He knows you don't like when he does that—or, you don't favor it. He knows how it makes you squirm, when he makes you tell him what you want. You're never good at telling him.

Your voice becomes really small, really shy. "I dunno."

"You dunno?" he asks, smiling. "Where do you want me to put my hands?"

Steve can imagine you on your bed with the phone pressed to your ear, playing with the cord as you try to come up with a response that isn't "I dunno".

"Just tell me. Don't worry about soundin' weird," he says.

You take a breath. "I want your hand…"

You trail off and he has to contain his laugh. "Where?" he asks again. "On your hands? On your tits? Inside of you?"

A pause. "All of the above?"

He does laugh this time, clutching the phone. "Where do you want me the most?"

You clear your throat a little. "Inside me."

"I want 'em inside you, too."

He hears you moan lightly, and now he has to undo his belt.

"Would you like that, baby? For me to put my fingers inside you? I'd have you squirming like crazy."

"Yeah," you whisper back. "What do you want me to do?"

"What do I want you to do?" he repeats, smiling. "You don't needa do anything. I'll take care of you."

You chuckle lightly. "Yeah, but… what do you want me to do? Do you want me to touch you or…?"

He feels like teasing you. "You mean, like, jerk me off? Or did you wanna use your mouth, dirty girl?" He can imagine you biting your lip, trying to hide your face away from him.

"Did you want that?" you murmur.

"Did you?" he counters.

You laugh a little. "Answer my fucking question, dummy."

He laughs as well, "Yeah, I do." His amusement dies down a little, returning to little secret words. "I really want it, but I wanna spread you open and eat you up more."

He hears you moan again. And then you moan again, and his interest is piqued, along with something else…

"Are you touching yourself?" he asks, a smile in his voice as he calls you out.

You get shy again. "Maybe a little."

"How much is a little?" You don't respond. You just moan again.

He's too hard to ignore it anymore. He unbuckles his tight jeans and takes himself out of his boxers. He brushes his thumb over his tip, red and weeping as he closes his eyes and sighs shallowly.

Your voice grabs his attention again. “Are you touchin’ yourself now?”

He chuckles lightly, too breathy to be subtle. “Can you blame me when you’re makin’ those pretty sounds in my ear?” He strokes himself slowly. “God, what I’d do to be there right now. I’m so in love with you.”

Your laugh comes out as a tiny whimper, your voice just as breathy as his as you thrust your fingers inside of your and sigh. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I’m not nice enough to you,” he disagrees. “You deserve the world, baby.”

“How about– Mmh– How about we just start with your voice in my ear, huh?” you mumble. “What would you do if you were here right now, Stevie?”

He makes you swear never to tell anyone but he loves that nickname. You only ever use it when you’re feeling really soft and shy, in the comfort of just his company when he’s being especially sweet and you’re a pile of mush. He wants you tucked under his arm, and he wants to kiss you stupid, but he has to settle for just a smile through the phone and a few words that don’t accurately describe how strongly he feels for you.

“If I were there right now, I would lay you on the bed and put your pretty thighs over my shoulder.” You shudder on a moan, presumably pushing your fingers deeper inside of yourself and curling. Steve keeps going. “I’d fucking devour you and then kiss you all over your body—which is just perfect, by the way—and then I’d fuck you dumb.”

You moan. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he breathes, taking his lotion from his drawer and smearing it in his hand. He strokes his cock a little faster, wrapping his fist around himself and squeezing as his head tips back and his lips part, a breathy moan slipping from them. “I’d fucking split you open on my cock.” He knows you love it when he says that. You always melt in his hands whenever he says things like this. “You’d be cryin’ f’me.”

You’re so lost in your mind, imagining him doing these things to you whilst thinking about his hands inside your pussy instead of your own. “Where would you put me?”

He’s happy to tell you. “We’d start out with you on top. I’d put you in my lap and let you ride me until your little legs got all weak and tired. Then I’d lay you down and fuck you with your legs around my neck. Have you screaming my name.”

Your voice is pitchier now, and he swears he can hear the faint sound of your pussy squelching with the rhythm of your insistent fingers. He pulses in his hand, his hips jerking up into his hand every so often as he grinds into his fist. He’s fucking his hand by now, so lost in thought that he can’t help but get a little carried away imagining his fist is your tight pussy.

“Which name?” you whimper. “Steve or Daddy?”

He verbally shudders. “Both.”

“Which one do you want the most?”

He chuckles darkly, aware of the way you turn his question around like he had done to you before. “Maybe you should call me Daddy.” He groans. “You’ve gotten a little out of line since we last did something like this…”

“Maybe I should, Daddy,” you reply back, immediately followed by a whine. He wants so badly to be there to watch you touch yourself, to watch you try to put your little fingers inside of you and hit all the spots he does. He can imagine so vividly you trying to replicate the way he makes you feel. "Need you to…remind me who I belong to."

He's so pent up as he listens to you. He can't help when a few stray groans make their way out of him. "You know who you belong to. You're mine, baby."

"'M yours," you moan, wet sounds reaching the phone and filling Steve's ears with sweet music as he fists himself faster. "I need you."

"Yeah?" he hums. "You need Daddy to fuck you nice and deep, baby?"

"Yes." A moan. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you, baby," he says, too fond and too affectionate and too far gone to fight his urge to get in his car and go to see you right now. But he would die before he left this call.

He's close, he can feel it creeping up on him as his hips jerk up into his hand. By the way you gasp and moan into the phone, he can tell you're reaching your breaking point as well.

"You gonna cum for me, babygirl?" Steve asks, listening closely.

"Yeah."

"You gonna cum all over those pretty fingers?"

"Yes."

"Fuck," he huffs. "Do it for me, baby. Cum for me."

He can hear you try to stay quiet, your muffled gasp as a deep breath fills your lung on a whimper. "Oh, fuck, Daddy!"

He curses under his breath, your little whimpers and whine as you cum and moan his name bringing him closer and closer until he can't hold it anymore.

His mouth falls open and his grunt melts into a rough whimper as he cums after you. He feels the warm, sticky release coat his chest. As his pleasure wanes and he feels like he can think straight again, he sighs deeply into the phone.

"Fuck." He hears you sigh heavily. "You okay, baby?"

A pause. And then.

"Yeah." You sigh, "Fuck, that's better."

He smiles. "Been thinking about it?"

"All day." Your voice is breathy, slurred together like you're going to pass out at any moment.

He runs a hand through his hair, "Well, when I see you tomorrow, we can reenact it." He grabs at the shirt he'd taken off a long time ago, wiping himself clean as he listens to your steady breath through the phone. "You want that?"

"Mmm," you agree.

He smiles fondly. "You still with me?" He can see you dozing off into your pillow, and he wishes he could feel your warmth against him.

"Mmm," you hum again.

He lowers his voice to accommodate for your sleepiness, "I'm gonna hang up, baby."

"Hmm-mm."

"I love you," he says, kissing into the phone and wishing he could kiss you.

"'ove you, t-mm," you mumble, barely coherent but trying for him.

He chuckles lightly. "Goodnight."

"Mmm."

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a1307s · 5 months

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Flickers of Green #1

(Dick Grayson & Jason Todd)

[Art is not mine! Credit to jjmk-jjmk]

Requested by: quirkyshortdumbo11

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

H/C: Hair Color

E/C: Eye Color

Word Count: 6,297

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Implement of rape

Mentions of Death/Blood

Cursing

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No, no, no, no, no! I rush through the rubble, pushing through every and anything in my way. After six months of searching, six months of watching the Joker beat them, six months of watching what he's done to her, six months of nothing but them in my thoughts they can't be in here. Jason can't be in there. Y/N can't be in there. They can't be dead because of me.

My lungs scream as I breathe in the ash and smoke, but I can't let it stop me. I have to find them. I have to find my robins. I have to find my robins alive.

Despite my pleas to all the gods I don't believe in, I don't get them answered. I push over part of the fallen ceiling, my worst nightmares coming alive once I get it moved. Jason is curled up around Y/N, clinching her to his chest, even in death. Their blood mixes, soaking into their suits, into the rumble, and Y/N's beautiful hair. The same beautiful hair I tied a bow into the last morning I saw her.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred calls through the coms. "Progress report?" His voice cracks at the second word, squeezing my heart even more.

"I've... they've been located." I'll never forgive myself for this, but Dick's grudge against me will still last longer.

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I don't even know why I agreed to this. I swore off Batman, Gotham, fucking Bruce two years ago. Yet, here I am, looking over the stupid citizens of Gotham as he licks his wounds. I know why I'm doing it; because Alfred asked, because Alfred didn't want Bruce on patrol with an injury, because I can't say no to Alfred.

Bruce's newest Robin is perched up on the ledge next to me as he rattles on about something. I don't know what he's saying or even care. I know I shouldn't hate the kid; Bruce's actions aren't his fault but what the fuck Bruce? Jason and... their blood wasn't even shed yet, and Bruce had replaced them. Replaced them with this kid that won't fucking shut up. "A part of being stealthy is being quiet," I hiss out, my words dipped in venom more than I intended them to.

"Oh, right, sorry," Tim mumbles, obeying orders and falling silent. I close my eyes before taking a few deep breaths, making sure to exhale slowly to calm myself. "Nightwing-"

"Quiet," I hiss again, trying to focus on my breathing so I don't misplace any more of my anger onto this kid.

"Ya, I know, but-"

"Robin! What? What's so important?" I bark at him, snapping my eyes open and turning towards him.

"I think there's someone following the lady down there," he whispers, pointing towards the sidewalk across from us.

"What?" I ask, snapping my eyes towards the direction he's pointing. He's right, a younger-looking woman is walking down the street, her skirt flowing around her legs as she walks, her long dress coat doing the same. Hidden in the shadows a couple steps behind the girl is a big figure. They slither behind the girl, making sure to keep pace with them. "I'm going to investigate, you stay up here as backup," I mumble, getting to my feet as I think of how to sneak up on the stalker.

"Yes, Sir!" Tim chirps, skirring to his feet to follow me along the rooftops.

"Don't call me sir," I order, before letting myself fall from the roof we've been perched on. I land gently on my feet, standing up to glance around, keeping track of the shadows and which ones will be best to hide in.

"Yes, Si- er - Nightwing," Tim starts over the coms before correcting himself. "What's the plan?"

The plan is to get it through the citizens of Gotham's heads not to walk around the streets at night. "I'm going to follow them on ground level in case the suspect makes any rash movements. You follow along on the rooftops. Make sure to stay silent and keep pace. Do not move unless I say so."

"Okay," Tim mumbles, pokes of his red suit coming in and out of view as he creeps along the ledges. I keep myself engulfed in shadows stretching out from the walls.

"Once the lady is safe somewhere I'll take action to get this guy off the street. Got it?"

"Got it," he calls over the coms again, ducking behind a vent as he waits for me to catch up a bit. So much for staying on pace. Despite Tim's eager steps, I stay parallel to the subjects, the only thing suppurating us is the thin street. Or at least I do until the lady turns around a corner.

Her stalker follows, the corner streetlight exposing him for a second as he jumps between shadows. He's a bigger guy, easily over six feet and having anywhere from fifty to seventy-five pounds on me. It's impressive that he manages to stay hidden so well. Almost Batman impressive. From the glimpse I got, I also managed to see a red helmet covering his face which doesn't help me much to identify the culprit.

"That's not good," Tim mumbles over the intercom, his voice laced with worry. "That's the Red Hood."

"Red Hood? Is that the crime lord that's been piling up bodies faster than the Joker?" I whisper back, annoyance filling me up. So much for Alfred's 'it should be an easy night' speech.

"Ya, that's the one," he answers, the worry only building up more in his tone. I stay tucked on the corner of the street, making sure this Red Hood guy isn't looking before I dart across the street. I make quick - but silent - paces as I sneak up on him. I need to jump in before this lady becomes his next victim.

"Are you in place?" I ask, glancing up for a quick second to make sure the sidekick made it across the street too.

"Yes."

"Okay, change of plans, we can't wait this out and act later." Tim stays silent, waiting for my orders. "The next alley we pass, I'm going to pull him into it to take him down. The lady will scurry off as I handle it. As she's running off you tail her and make sure she gets somewhere safe, got it?"

The line stays silent for a while before Tim's voice peeps up, "Yes, sorry, got it. I forgot you couldn't see me nod." What the hell kid? You've been Robin for almost three years now and you still make beginner mistakes.

I shake the thought out of my head, focusing on the situation in front of me. The next alley is about five paces in front of the lady, making it about ten for the Hood guy and fifteen for me. I quicken my steps some, ending up right behind him as he passes the alley. I grab a hold of the man, tugging him to the right. Hood skids, his weight playing against him and causing him to fall hard. The silent street is filled with the sound of his helmet clashing with metal.

"What the hell?!" The guy yells, quickly jumping back onto his feet. "Fucking Nightwing," he mumbles, shaking his head before stepping towards me.

"Hood," I call back, lifting my fists to prepare myself and to cover my face.

"Nightwing!" Tim calls over the com.

"Not right now," I hiss, ducking as Red Hood swings at me.

"Just move aside Wing, it's not what you think," Hood shouts, going to swing at me again.

I duck again, going for his feet as I'm down here. "You're a notorious killer chasing after a girl, what else am I supposed to think?" He sees through my attack a little late, managing to avoid falling but he stumbles. He falls against one of the dumpsters causing the alleyway to be filled with a loud crack again, but this time it's paired with the screeching of his gun barrels sliding against the dumpster.

"Nightwing!" Tim calls again causing anger to boil in me.

"You're supposed to be tailing the lady," I answer back, pulling my Escrima sticks off my back as I approach my newest sparring partner.

"I am, she's heading-" Tim starts, but I don't catch the rest of his sentence. While I was distracted with the newest Robin, Red Hood ducked down and swiped my feet out from under me. Dumb little shit using my tricks against me. He starts walking towards me pulling his gun out of its holster as he nears.

"What do I do?" Tim calls, worry laced into his words once again.

I reach for my nearest stick, debating if I should throw it at his head to buy me time or try another leg sweep. "I don't know Robin, whatever you think is best." I decide on the stick, if it doesn't get me enough time to get up, it'll at least aid me in knocking him over. Hood's gun lowers as he stands over me, the barrel pointed at my forehead.

I tug my hand forward, setting myself up to throw it at him when I'm cut off. "Lady don't!" Tim's voice screeches out, filling my ears through the com as well as echoing through the alleyway.

"Don't shoot!" A female voice yells, thin fingers wrapping around the barrel of the gun and pushing it away from my head, up towards the sky. Before I know what's going on the alley is filled with the echoes of a bullet being released from it. I stay frozen, my mask going wide as I take in the scene in front of me.

The lady from earlier is standing next to me, her hand still around the barrel and her arm stretched up as it's pointed into the sky. Her hair is in two buns on top of her head, the H/C color of it reminding me of Y/N's hair; well besides the streak of grey wrapped through her left bun. I don't need to be thinking of Y/N right now, that'll only distract me from saving this lady. "What the fuck is your problem, you daft cow?" The lady yells, ripping the gun out of Hood's hand.

Daft cow? Okay, this girl or Bruce or even Robin has to be fucking with me. There is no way this random ass woman uses the same insult as Y/N. Much less the same British insult she picked up from Alfred. "Don't stand there and look dumb at me. What do you think you're doing?" She repeats, her hands pointing the gun towards the ground, her fingers nimble as she works to drop the magazine.

"I... hi," Red Hood spits out, seeming just as lost as me.

"Hello," the lady answers back, handing the empty gun back to him before turning towards me. What the fuck? The face looking down at me is the spitting image of Y/N... well a slightly older Y/N. "Here you go," she says kneeling to hand me the magazine.

My focus stays trapped in her eyes. They're shiny and bright and the same E/C color Y/N's are - were. Y/N's were. Because she's dead. Unlike Y/N's eyes, this girl has flickers of green around her irises. "Thank you?" I say, the words coming out as a question instead of a statement. I sit up, moving slowly towards her to take the magazine being held out to me.

"You're welcome!" She chirps out with a smile. The same feeling of warmth I get - got - from Y/N's smile fills my chest, loosening some of the knots of stress. "What are you two fighting about anyway?" She asks, standing back up.

It can't... she's not... "How?" I spit out, skirring to my feet.

"How what?" Tim asks, appearing at my side.

Y/N's - she's not Y/N - this lady's face falls as Robin comes into her sight. Her jaw clenches, eyes going hard making the green stand out more. "I got to go," she whispers, her tone throwing imaginary daggers alongside her words.

She goes to walk past us, but she's stopped by Red Hood grabbing her arm. My hand falls to my belt, my fingertips grazing a bat-a-rang as Tim does the same. "Let... let me walk you home," he whispers, barely loud enough to meet my ears.

"What the fuck is with all you superheroes?" She asks, shaking off Hood's hold on her as she glances around the three of us. "Two days ago, I had a frantic Batman shoving hundred-dollar bills into my hand. You- " she starts, tossing her hand towards Hood "-have been trailing me for three blocks, you-" her hand shifts from Hood to Robin "make me unbearably angry for god knows why, and you, you fucking daft cow belong in Blüdhaven, not Gotham so why are you here?" Her hands fall to her hips as her right one pops out some. Her eyes are still hard and beautiful, and I so badly want her to be my Y/N. "Are you going to answer me?" She sasses, her head tilting as she looks up at me.

"I..." My words stick in my throat as I look at her. I lift my hands some, their shaking very noticeably. They don't stop shaking as I place them on her shoulders. She's warm and real and right here. Her eyes soften, shifting to confusion instead of anger. "Y/N?" I finally weasel out.

"Good guess," she says a smile crossing her face as her hands fall from her sides.

"Y/N?" I repeat, my heartbeat filling my ears.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," she teases, shrugging my hands off her shoulders before slipping past me.

My mind screams at me to walk after her but my body refuses to move. It takes a second for my mind to clear and for my eyes to adjust to the guy standing in front of me. The Hood has barely moved an inch this whole time. "What's next? You going to end up being Jason Todd?" I half-heartedly joke, a broken laugh falling from my mouth.

Red Hood hums a bit, turning his head in the direction Y/N went. He starts walking that way but ends up shifting to the left instead of the right. Before turning the turned he stops, his head turns, peering over his shoulder at me. "We both know that Y/N being alive isn't the only secret Bruce Wayne is hiding from the world."

The words cut through me as he disappears. "Should we go after him?" Tim asks, pulling on my sleeve some.

"We're going back to the Manor," I mumble, turning on my heels. Bruce has a lot of explaining to do.

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My heart beats loud in my ears as I sit in my patrol car. I tried talking to Bruce about Y/N but he just shut down like he always does. I've kept on his case for the past couple of days but if he doesn't go silent, he starts yelling about nonsense so he's a dead end.

I talked it over - both Y/N being alive and Jason being the Red Hood - with Alfred. It turns out that Bruce has known about Red Hood being Jason since shortly after the first time they had a run-in. He did some digging and found out the Al Ghuls had a hand in his revival - and his sudden turn to valiance.

Also, it turns out that he found out about Y/N two days before we did - like she said. Alfred said that Bruce believes Y/N doesn't remember much from before her death, or at least is pretending not to. Apparently, she had no idea who Batman or Bruce Wayne was. Personally, if I were in her situation, I would pretend not to know who he was too. Since finding out about all this I've been super pissed at Bruce and have refused to talk to him, let alone step foot in Gotham.

Despite this, the universe has other plans. Gotham was short officers - shorter than usual - so my Captain back in Blüdhaven sent out a group of us to help pick up the slack. The whole time I've been here, I've been on edge. What if I see her again? What if I don't see her again? Being given the job of patrol doesn't help much either. All I get to do is sit here and wait; wait for someone to speed or try to mug someone else or try to do any other minor things. Sitting here and waiting doesn't help my thoughts to stop circling.

I should talk to Y/N. I need to talk to her. What if she doesn't remember me? What if she does? Is she taking care of herself? How long has she been back in town? Is she alive because of the Laza pit too? If she is alive because of Al Ghul, did she serve time in the League of Assassins like Jason?

These thoughts aren't any good for me. At least not while I'm on duty. I need to leave the distractions for the small time between being Officer Grayson and being Nightwing. Maybe some coffee would help. I decide to climb out of the cruiser, making sure to lock it before I start walking down the street.

Around the corner from where I parked is a small twenty-four-seven cafe called Pamela's Cafe. It's always decked out in neon lights that stand out against the cloudy Gotham sky. We - Jason, Y/N, and me - used to go every night after patrol. It's one of the only businesses that have managed not to get burnt down or robbed into bankruptcy because their donuts are Joker's favorite. It's weird when you think about it but hey, at the end of the day, fed people - even villains - are grateful people.

I round the corner, doing an environment check as I continue the short walk. I look into the cafe's big windows as I walk past them. They seem pretty busy, but I'm not surprised. Their prices are low, their food is good, and milliners and villains alike boast about it.

The bell above the door jingles as I push the door open. "Welcome in Officer!" One of the workers chirps out. I nod at them, joining the line in front of the register.

"I still don't understand why there are different colors," A feminine voice pipes up from across the room. It's soft, soft enough not to disturb her neighbors. The voice rings through my head, sounding like bells to my ears.

A soft sigh follows her words. "The different colors are different element groups. Give me your notebook Y/N." I instantly recognize that voice. It belongs to Scarecrow - well Dr Crane. Before I can stop myself, I'm moving towards the voice. Is it my Y/N? If it is my Y/N, why is she talking to the scarecrow? Why is the scarecrow talking to her? Why the hell are they talking about elements?

It doesn't take long for the doctor to fall into my view, and in turn, in my pathway. He hasn't changed much from my Robin days. He's still scrawny as ever with thin, dirt-brown hair, and big owl glasses that expand the size of his eyes. "Now, the teal-colored ones are basic metal elements," the doctor starts, bending his head down, probably to write in Y/N's notebook he asked for.

As I come up to the booth they're sitting in, Y/N - my Y/N - falls into my sight. Her eyes are still a mix of the natural E/C and flickers of green as she turns from the doctor to me. "Hello Officer," she says, a lop-sided smile on her face.

"How can we help you?" Crane says, standing up from his seat and attempting to squeeze between Y/N and me. It doesn't work very well. I'm a slim man but Scarecrow makes me look like a bodybuilder.

"I just..." My thoughts escape me as I keep my focus locked on Y/N. "Just wanted to buy Y/N a coffee," I squeeze out, smiling back at her.

The doctor glances between Y/N and me a few times before turning towards her. "Do you want him to buy you a coffee? I'll make him go away if you don't." Sure, you will, Doc. It's not like I've been whooping your ass since I was nine.

"I don't mind. It's not very often a hot officer offers to buy me a drink," Y/N teases, propping her head on her hand as she continues to look at me with her loopy smile. She doesn't remember who I am, she doesn't remember who I am, she does not remember who I am.

Crane looks me over once more before nodding towards Y/N. "I'll stop by later tonight to check over your chem homework, okay?"

"Mkay," Y/N hums out, pulling her notebook to her side of the table. Scarecrow keeps his eyes locked on us as he slowly walks out of the cafe and continues to until he can no longer peer into the windows. "So, Officer-?"

"Grayson," I offer, sliding into the booth seat across from her.

"Bruce Wayne's Grayson?" She asks, curiosity filling her eyes, her head lifting and her fingers lacing together as she stares at me.

"Ya," I say nervously, glancing around the cafe. "Do you want a coffee?" Of course not, Y/N doesn't like the taste of coffee, she always thought it was-

"Coffee is too bitter. Do you mind if I get a Vanilla Frappuccino instead?"

My eyes snap back at her, drinking in her smile, and her hair, and her beautiful eyes. God, her beautiful eyes that are somehow even prettier with the flickers of green mixed in. "Ya that's fine," I mumble, glancing at the line before looking back at her.

She giggles a bit before propping herself up on the booth. She turns around, scanning the coffee bar. "Hey, Addison?" She calls out, getting a 'wassup?' in response. "Do you mind making me a vanilla frap and-"

Y/N cuts herself off, looking over her shoulder at me. "Uh... just a black coffee and maybe a donut."

"- and a black coffee with a chocolate chip muffin?"

"Do you want me to use your daily discount?" Addison asks, getting another giggle out of Y/N.

"No, Officer Grayson is buying me a coffee," Y/N responds, her words bubbling out of her. She turns back around, shifting back to a sitting position before talking to me. "You don't want a donut right now. They're way better after their first made so you got to get one either at three a.m. or three p.m. I've never been here at three a.m. but for some reason, I just know they're better than, you know?"

"Ya, I know," I breathe out, my mind running a mile a minute. Does she remember coming here with me? Does she remember me? Or is it just her conscious knowing that she's supposed to know these things? Is she getting her memories back? How long until she remembers who I am? Who Alfred is? Who Bruce is? Does she remember what the Joker did to her? What he did to Jason? "So..." I peep out, watching her watching me, "Tell me about yourself."

Y/N hums softly, shifting her eyes around. "I can't really tell you about myself because I don't know myself."

"What can-"

"Here you go!" The Addison girl struts over, cutting me off as she sets Y/N's coffee down. "Officer Grayson," she coos, taking her time to set down my coffee and my muffin. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" She adds, continuing her cooing as she gives me my bill.

I glance down at it. Eight dollars, not too bad for two coffees and a muffin. "As I was saying," I start again, turning towards Y/N, "What can you tell me about yourself?"

Y/N's a bit distracted, her smile gone and her eyes following the celebrity hopper as she slides back behind the counter. "Um... I hate the taste of coffee."

I chuckle at that a bit. "Well, ya, I know that already." She turns back towards me, blessing me with the sight of her eyes again. "Do you have a favorite color?" It's orange, dark orange like Wally's hair.

"I really like orange. Not like sunset orange, I think it's too light. More of a copper orange." My heart pings at her words but I try my best not to let it show on my face. "I don't remember much of... anything," Her voice is soft on the last word. "But I do have a fuzzy memory of the color."

"Ya? What's the memory?" I push, picking up my cup. When I glance down at it, I see the waitress's number scribbled on it. I hate Gotham.

Y/N takes a second, closing her eyes as if that'll help clear up her memories. "During it, I was on the beach I think... Maybe just in a pool, I don't know. But I was in a body of water and an older boy - like way older - was holding me. I think he was teaching me how to swim, I don't know," Y/N's eyes snap open, a small smile on her face. "I don't remember much of it; I just know his hair is or was orange and the color makes me feel comfortable." I know what memory she's talking about.

Bruce took in Y/N when he took in Jason. Jay made it very clear that they were a packaged deal and Bruce didn't mind. He wasn't kidding either. He and Y/N ran the Gotham streets together for half their lives.

It didn't take long to figure out that neither of them knew how to swim so the team decided to take a day off and go swimming at the Happy Harbor beach. It took most of the day to get Jason unattached from Y/N but somehow Wally managed too.

Walles took her into the water and kept a hold of her as he swam around and eventually managed to get her to swim a bit on her own. At the time Wally was 20 were as Y/N and Jay were 12 so I'm not surprised she remembers him being so much older than her; it probably felt like that at the time.

It's one of my favorite memories. It's one I look at every day. I have a picture of Y/N wrapped up in Wally's arms as they're swimming on my desk at work.

"I have a question, but you don't have to answer it," I say, being careful with my words.

"It's about my memory loss, ya?" She asks, her smile falling as she sips on her Frappuccino. I hum a yes, watching her body language for a response. I don't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Well, there's not much to tell. Six months ago, I just... woke up in Gotham Hospital. The doctors say that I probably ended up in the crosshairs of Batman and one of the Gotham goons since I was littered with injuries and had quite a few wounds to my head. They also said I'm suffering from temporary dementia and that my memories will - hopefully - eventually come back."

"How do you know your name is Y/N?" I ask, trying to push the images and videos from Y/N and Jay's death out of my head.

"Well, they did a blood test and tested it against Gotham records. Apparently, I used to be quite the troublemaker. When they did my blood test, they found the DNA of some dude named Jason Todd on me. I have no clue who that is but apparently, we used to get into trouble together all the time. I googled him and... well, he's been dead for a couple of years. It turns out he was a ward of Bruce Wayne, just like you. Did you know him?"

My heart pings again for Y/N. "Ya, I knew him," I answer, pulling my eyes away from her face. If I look at her too much longer, I'll end up crying. It must have been so hard for her. It must still be so hard for her. Waking up and not knowing who you are. Getting a lead to someone you were once close to and then finding out they're dead. Walking around living your life not knowing anything about yourself.

Y/N hums, pulling my eyes back to her. Her hands are busy putting her school supplies back into her bag. "Well, I hate to dine and dash but I have a speech class to get to. I don't know if you'd be open to it, but could we meet up again? I'd like to get to know about this Jason guy. I'm pretty sure he was important to me."

My heart squeezes in my chest again. Jason was important to Y/N. They loved each other so much. The thought of lying to her crosses my mind. I've adored Y/N forever, but I could never compete with the history she has with Jay, so I never tried.

But now? She doesn't even know the guy. I could lie through my teeth and tell her that Jason left her behind after Bruce adopted him. With dementia - even temporary dementia - there's never a promise that any, let alone all her memories will come back. But I can't do that to her. Even if her memory never clears, I wouldn't be able to live a life of a lie with her.

"Ya, I'd like that," I say, placing a smile on my face. I pull out my notebook, quickly scratching down my phone number and address before handing the paper to her.

"Thank you for the coffee," she says, a smile huge on her face as she looks down at the yellow paper.

"You're welcome," I answer back, my heart picking up some as she smiles before it falls back down as she walks away. "Y/N?" I call after her, quickly throwing down a ten before jumping to my feet. When I get near her I grab her arm so she can't get any further away. Once she's stopped I drop her from my hold. I shouldn't have grabbed her like that.

"Ya?" She asks, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. I could spend the rest of my days looking into them, counting all the green strips that have become recently present in them.

"You... Bruce... Bruce Wayne and his butler, Alfred, knew Jason quite well too. I'm... I'm going to call him and tell him I talked to you, okay? Feel free to go to the manor at any time and talk to them too, ya?"

"Okay, thank you, Officer Grayson," Y/N chirps out, her smile growing before she slides out of the cafe.

Bruce doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve to see Y/N alive, doesn't deserve to see her well and happy and breathing. But Y/N does. She deserves to know who she is. She deserves to know there are still people who love her and care about her.

My heart races as I walk out of the cafe, pulling out my phone on the way. My fingers shake so badly as I push the call button that I have to double-check to make sure I push it. "Hey Bird-Boy," Wally says, his voice as excited as usual.

"Hey Walles, I think you should sit down. I... have some really good news."

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My heart jumps when my cell rings. I'm quick to grab it, a smile playing on my face when I see Y/N's contact. "Hello."

"Hello!" Her voice is as cheerful as ever when I answer her call. "I think I have the right building, but your call button doesn't work."

A couple of hours after we met up, she called me to set up another one. It was the longest week of my life, waiting to see her again, waiting to get the chance to show her who she was. "Oh, ya, I forgot about that. I'll be down in a second."

"See you soon, Officer," She teases before the line is hung up.

I'm quick to rush out my door and down the stairs to the apartment building entrance. My excitement makes it a bit of a struggle to open the door, but I do manage to get it open. Today Y/N has her hair down with a headband bow-looking thing in it. Her eyes are still super bright, causing my breath to hick a bit when I take them in. "Are you going to let me in, or do you want me to melt away in the rain?"

"No! Come in, please," I rush out, stepping aside so Y/N can get some shelter from the rain. She smiles a bit, sliding in next to me in the hallway. "Umm... this way," I mumble, gently grabbing her wrist to pull her towards my apartment. Y/N pitter patters behind me, her head shifting around to take in the hallway. Not that there's much to take in.

I let go of her when we get to my apartment so that I can hold the door open for her again. She says a small 'thank you' before walking through the door frame. Y/N reminds me of a drop of sunlight as she walks around the living space. Breathing life into the dark, gloomy apartment. I watch as she walks around, taking in the small kitchen before shifting her attention to the living room. "How long have you lived here?" She asks, her fingertips running over the different books packed onto my bookcase.

"About six years," I whisper, scared if I speak too loudly that this will all turn out to be some fantasy I've credited in my head. I take slow steps towards her, stopping close enough behind her that if she moves, she'll brush up against me. Y/N doesn't seem to mind though, her attention staying on the shelves.

"What's this?" she asks, tipping one of the photo albums I have so she can look at it better.

"It's a photo album," I answer, wrapping my fingers around the spine of it, slightly grazing her in the process. Y/N tilts her head a bit at the touch but doesn't say anything. "Do you want to look through it? It might help with your memories."

"Maybe," She murmurs, sliding out from in front of me. Her back rubs against me as she moves, warmth enveloping me as she moves. I watch as she walks over to the couch, making herself comfy on it as she waits for me to follow.

I follow after her, photo album in hand as I sit down next to her. Her eyes light up when I place it on her lap and open it, causing the green flickers in them to remind me of emerald silvers.

Her hands are gentle as she flips through the book. She stops now and again, taking a second to take in the photo and think it over. She flips the page again, starting the Happy Harbor Swimming Day section. Thanks to M'gann there are about a hundred pictures from the day.

"That's the guy! From my memory," Y/N cheers, pointing to a copy of the picture I have on my desk. "That's Wally." I can feel hope clawing up my chest as I try to push it down. "He's Kid Flash, ya? Oh shit, I don't think I'm supposed to say that." Maybe it's okay to have a bit of hope after all.

"Don't worry, I already know he's Kid Flash," I reassure her, wrapping my arm around her neck to pull her closer to me.

Y/N's eyes flicker up at me before turning back to the photos. "My memories are coming back faster than they have been," she says, her eyes flickering again.

"That's a good thing."

She hums softly, flipping another page and taking in the pictures. "I'm remembering a lot about Jason, and you."

My chest tightens some, both hope and fear seeping in. None of us are perfect, especially those of us who serve the world as vigilantes. It leads to a lot of fear and stress and anger that likes to manifest and cause fights. I've picked my fair share of fights. With Bruce, with Alfred, with Jay, and Y/N. I don't want those to be the memories she remembers first or the only memories she could get back of me.

"Ya?" I finally squeeze out after a pause of silence. It feels like my heart falls out with the words.

"Mmhmm" she hums, flipping the page again. She's finally out of the beach day and is now looking through the photos from Jay's 13th birthday. "I remember calling you Wing all the time which is weird. Maybe? Maybe not since I remember Wally being Kid Flash. You're like super deep into the hero gig ya?"

"Ya... ya I am."

"Was I a hero?"

If my heart didn't fall out with my words before it sure as hell did now. It's going to kill me having to tell her everything, having to tell her how she died. "There's a lot I need to explain to you," I finally say, pulling the photo album off her lap and placing it on the table in front of us. Her eyes turn towards me and once again the flickers of green trap my attention. Tonight is going to be longer and more painful than any patrol I've ever done.

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Month one (May): moving into 6B

Summary: You find an ad for your dream apartment and decide to give it a go. Apartment 6B is everything you've ever wanted: high ceilings, an open floorplan, and a 6ft4 grumpy army captain...

Warnings: none, grumpy Sy?

A/N: Im so super duper excited about this!!!! I hope you guys enjoy it and please feel free to leave feedback anytime :) Some of these chapters might be regular fic length while others are gonna be just drabbles. If anyone has a request for this AU please let me know and I'll see what I can do :)) <3

The Sunday paper was sprawled across your coffee table. You had a deep wrinkle plastered on your forehead and a red marker between your teeth as you furiously browsed through the apartment listings. You had been at this all morning. And nothing. You were about to give up, but then another listing caught your eye.

'Looking for a roommate/ apartment 2 bed 1 bath.'

The pictures of the place looked cute. It was close to your job and the rent wasn't too bad, so you called the number.

"Hello?' A deep grumpy voice answered the phone

'H-hi!' you chirped, a little taken aback, 'I'm calling for the apartment, the one from the paper? Do you still need a roommate?...'

'I do.' He stated dryly.

'Great! Could I come over and take a look maybe? I'm free this afternoon, Maybe I could stop by at around 3 or something? I don't know if that works for you but maybe I c-'

'Three works.' He interrupted before hanging up the phone.

Jeez, what a dick.

If the apartment hadn't been so perfect you wouldn't even have gone, but as you looked at the pictures again you decided to risk it just for the kitchen island alone.

You knocked on the door a little uncertain. The realization that you were gonna have to share this beautiful place with that asshole from the phone suddenly settled in your gut and you were beginning to question if it was worth it.

When the door opened your mouth actually fell open a little. You were greeted with a tall, broadly-shouldered man. He looked very... masculine? As much as you hated that description, it seemed to be the only accurate one on your mind.

'Hi, come in.' he welcomed you dryly, taking a step aside to let you in.

He was wearing dark-washed jeans and a dusty old shirt. His beard was on the verge of needing a slight trim and he was sporting a buzzcut. He was very handsome actually. Shame that his attitude hadn't gone anywhere.

'Thanks...' you replied as you stepped passed him and immediately laid your eyes on that gorgeous kitchen.

'Wow, this place is even more perfect than the pictures...' you sighed

He gave you a little tour of the place, barely uttering a word at you. You couldn't tell what he was thinking and you didn't like that, but you were too distracted by the apartment.

You got to where your bedroom would be. The room was not too big, but big enough for you. You assumed he had the master bedroom. You also assumed that would not be part of the tour.

The bedroom you were looking at was empty, aside from some boxes filled with junk and an unmade bed with a dodgy-looking mattress. It was clear this room hadn't been occupied before.

'I moved in a couple months ago, just been using it as storage. You can do with it what you want of course,' he explained. 'You got your own stuff?' He looked down at you. You were both standing by the doorframe and since Sy took up most of the space, you were almost squished against him trying to peek in.

For some reason, you felt so intimidated by his stare. You slithered by him and walked around the room a little, not that there was a lot more to see, but you simply couldn't handle standing so close to him anymore.

'Yeah Yeah I do, my friend's dad works for a moving company, I can ask him if he can take the bed when he brings my stuff up?' You suggested, earning a slight nod and what you took as an agreeing grumble.

'So you'll take it then?' he questioned

'Uh yeah, yes, sir? If you let me?' Christ, why did he make you so damn nervous? And why did you just call him sir?!

You swear you saw something close to amusement flash through his eyes.

'Right.' He responded, 'There is something else I wanted to fill you in on.'

You walked back to the door and followed him as he made his way back to the kitchen.

'I'm leaving for a six-month tour soon, so I won't be home much.'

tour?

'You in a band or something?' you half joked

'I'm in the army.'

Idiot. Absolute fucking idiot.

'Right...sorry' You wished the floor would swallow you whole. 'So when do you leave?

'in 9 days.'

'Oh wow, that is soon.'

"Don't worry about the rent, I'll continue to pay half. I didn't wanna lose this place but It seemed kinda dumb to pay full rent on a place I won't be living in for six months", he explained

Sy turned around and rummaged through a kitchen drawer.

'Feel free to make yourself at home just water the plants and don't touch my stuff.' He said as he turned around and handed you your key.

'Yes, sir.'

Really? Again with this?

A couple days later, you moved in. Living with Sy wasn't much different from living alone. The two of you had dinner together a few times. Well 'together' meaning 'sitting on the same couch and not talking'.

Sy would have some sports game on as he took big bites from his mac and cheese while you took considerably smaller bites from yours and read a romance novel cheesier than your pasta.

You were mostly at work during the day and when you came home you'd go straight to your room to finish unboxing your stuff. Ironic actually, how you were busy unpacking while Sy was busy doing the opposite.

'Is that all?' you asked, staring at his bag. 'Are you sure you have everything? You're going for 6 months right?'

Sy gave you an unamused look.

'It's an army tour, not a girl scout camp.'

'I'll have you know I never took more than one pink trolly to girl scout camp.' You stated proudly, earning another barely amused look from the big grump.

'I guess I'll see you in six months then.' You said, not really knowing how to act. You stared at Sy in his army uniform. He looked good. Strong. Masculin.

Ugh, that word again.

You needed to stop drooling over him. You still hadn't even really figured out if you even liked him. Well, parts of you certainly liked him...

ENOUGH, BRAIN. STOP.

You felt the urge to hug him but opted against it.

'Please don't burn the place down.' He said as he opened the front door

'I'll try.' you grinned.

Sy gave you another one of his unamused looks, which you were starting to think were secretly very amused looks. He picked up his back and opened the door.

'Hey Sy?' you halted him 'Be uh...be careful and stuff.'

For the first time since you met him two weeks ago, you saw his lips curl up a tiny bit.

It was quite unsettling.

'I don't wanna get stuck here paying rent alone.' You added

''Alright, princess, sure thing.'

and with that, he left, leaving you there in your new apartment, silent, alone, and a little...aroused?

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Life in China Observations #4

It's been a while since I last did this, so let's go again!

Identity is complicated The question "where are you from" can be just as complicated as it is simple. For many people, their country of birth is where they're from, which is usually the case here. However, if you happen to be born in country A to parents from cultures B and C, immigrated and became a citizen of country D and now attend university in country E and are now on an exchange program in China, the question "where are you from" is not that easily answered. From what some of my friends told me, where you're from is actually the place where your dad was born in even though you may have been born in a different city which is a pretty interesting concept known as the "ancestral home" - 祖籍 (zǔjí) or 籍贯 (jígùan).

You have to make the first step I may have mentioned this in a previous post, but people are constantly doing something and unless you specifically and intentionally reach out and work on your friendship, you may end up drifting apart. Maybe this is a specific thing, but back home I could go a few weeks without really reaching out to my friends and then someone would suggest grabbing lunch together and it would be like no time had passed at all since we last saw each other. Here? Quite different.

Beauty and pop trends There are all sorts of weird and wonderful trends that you can come across in China. From using bread as a study tactic to decorating your workplace with banana plants, I feel like the more I assimilate here, the bigger the reverse culture shock will be when I go back home, and not just for me. dr.candiselin covers some of these trends on Instagram (not a promo post!), and I recommend checking out her content, it's quite brilliant.

Taobao You can buy anything on taobao. Literally. I saw someone selling a house there. I was previously a little shocked to see animals such as cats and bunnies being sold, but after seeing houses and cars being sold I honestly don't know what else is there to surprise me with.

Prepare in advance (foodwise) for the lunar new year During those 8-12ish days during the holdiays a lot of stores were closed. The convenience store outside my campus was open thank God, because otherwise I would have been living on instant porridge and instant soup which was my main food source 2 weeks prior due to being ill and there is only so much instant oatmeal that you can eat before slightly losing it.

Being ill is a nightmare And I mean the mandatory-bed-rest-no-going-out-for-at-least-5-days ill kind. You need to go to the hospital or a clinic to get a note to give to your school otherwise the day's you're absent will be counted, and once they reach a specific percentage you won't be allowed to take the exam (which can seriously mess with your grades, even more if you're there as an exchange student).

The weather can change at the blink of an eye I remember back in December the weather was in the negative digits and then suddenly the next day it was around 20 celcius?? The very next day it went to 3-4, and even now in March it's very all over the place. The weather forecast is not that useful because I'll leave the dorms wearing my coat in the morning only to return carrying my coat, jumper, long-sleeved shirt and wearing only my t-shirt.

More affordable beauty products I saw some products go for around $80 online?? And here on Taobao they cost under $10? I'm assuming it's the shipping costs that drive up the price so drastically, and now I'm pondering whether it would be cheaper to order online or to travel to China every couple of years just to stock up on beauty products.

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Age 6:

"Tucker, you awake?" The young voice asks from the comfort of his bed.

"Why?" The boy answers from the mountain of blankets on the trundlebed.

"I have a crush on someone."

"Who is it?" Tucker asks, more awake and sitting up staring at his best friend. Steven could see the eagerness in his friends' eyes from the moonlight pouring in the window.

"Sarah," Steven answers, grinning. Tucker thinks for a minute.

"I guess she's cute, but Tammy shared her fruit snacks with me at snack time yesterday. I think I'm gonna marry her."

"Am I gonna be your bestman?"

"Of course you are, Steven. You're my best friend."

Age 13:

"Steve, you awake?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I have a crush on someone."

Sitting up, Steven's hands finds his glasses and puts them on his face. His back finds the wall of the tree house as Tucker turns on the lantern.

"Who is it?" Steven asks. He watches his friend pull the blanket closer around him as he leans against the wall opposite Steven.

"Claire. She asked for my notes today in history class. She also smells really good," Tucker says, smiling. Steven felt his stomach churn at the answer, but brushed it off as eating too many sweets.

"I don't know, Tuck. She makes fun of my glasses. Calls me Specs. Hannah is better."

"Hannah C., Hannah H., or Hannah Q.?" Tucker asks, his arms folding across his chest in defiance.

"Doesn't matter. They're all better than Claire."

"Pick one."

"Q."

"You make a good point."

"Of course I do."

"Specs."

"Shut up."

Age 17:

"Specs, you awake?"

"No," Specs answers and he shoves his head under his pillow.

"Dude, I had that date with Miranda tonight."

Specs reluctantly pulls his head out from under the pillow. He grabs his glasses and winces as his companion turns on his desk lamp.

"How'd it go?"

"Great. We did it in her dad's car at the lake," Tucker smiles. Specs felt uncomfortable hearing that, but being the supportive best friend he is, he knows he has to power through this conversation.

"Tell me all about it. I'll try not to fall asleep," Specs smiles as he props himself on pillows. Tucker smile grows at his best friend's words. Within moments he's in a spare pair of pajama pants Specs' mom keeps around for him. The trundlebed makes an awful noise when Tucker pulls it from its spot under the bed. Specs covers his ears and starts counting down the seconds until his mother enters the room. Within ten seconds of the sound ending, the bedroom door swings open to reveal not only Specs' mother, but his father too.

"Steven, what was-," Mrs. Fisher starts before cutting herself off at the sight of Tucker wrapping himself in blankets.

"I'm starting to regret ever giving you a key, kid," Mr. Fisher says, annoyed, yet amused.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up. I went on a date tonight and just wanted to tell Specs," Tucker explains.

"How was it?" Mr. Fisher asks. Tucker grins and gives a thumbs up. Mrs. Fisher walks over to Specs and gives him a kiss on the head. She then moves to Tucker, who sits up to meet her halfway. She places a kiss on his head.

"Try to get some sleep, boys. Goodnight. Love you both."

"Night, boys," Mr. Fisher calls as he closes the door. As soon as the door closes, Specs flips off the light and stares at his friends eyes shining in the moonlight from the window.

Age 20:

"Tuck, you awake?"

"What's up, Specs? I have a final in the morning."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just need to tell you something."

"Who's the lucky lady you have a crush on now?"

"Well, that's the thing. It's not a lady."

The lamp switches on. The shared dorm room washed in a harsh yellow glow. Tucker swings his feet off the bed and leans forward. Specs mirrors the movements.

"A guy, then?" Tucker asks. Specs nods as his cheeks heat up. "Who?"

"Jason," Specs lies. Tucker doesn't need to know who it is.

"From chem? He does have nice hair," Tuck jokes.

"Nice face, too."

"How long have you known?"

"About Jason? A couple weeks. About liking boys. Senior year."

"That's almost three years, Specs."

"I know."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"You were constantly fighting and making up with Miranda. When I wanted to tell you, she was there and I would chicken out."

"I'm sorry, Specs. I guess I haven't been the greatest of friends lately."

"No, you haven't. You've been the bestest of friends. Breaking things off with Miranda when you realized she was trying to push me away, defending my glasses from Claire and making the name she tried to tease me with into a term of endearment nickname, and not judging me for being myself. From the nerdy stuff to not making a big fuss about me liking Jason. You're the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for."

"I pushed you away."

"You realized your mistakes. You've apologized. I accepted. Let's move on."

"So, Jason, huh? He's not the first?" Tucker asks as he lays back on his bed. His arm finds a place under his head as Specs wraps himself in his covers. He lays on his side, facing his friend.

"Not by a long shot."

Age 25:

"Congrats, man. Happy for you guys."

"Thanks, Speccy, we're so happy," the woman clinging to Tucker's arm chirps. Specs cringes, but tries to hide it.

"Christine, we've talked about this."

"Only call him Specs or Steven. I forgot."

"It's alright. I'll let it slide this once, for your engagement and all," Specs says as he forces a smile. A dull ache in his stomach forms as she flashes her ring at him again. "I'll buy you guys dinner."

Age 27:

"Specs, you home?" A choked sob sounds from the other side of the apartment door. Specs pulls away from his boyfriend, Howard. Moments later he's at the door.

"Are you okay?" Specs asks. He gets the larger man hugging his smaller frame in return. He rubs Tucker's back and starts to gently pull him along. "Let's get you to the couch."

"Honey, is everything okay?" Howard asks, walking into the entryway. He takes in Tucker's defeated form. "I'll get us some tea."

"Come on, Tuck, work with me. Come on to the couch," Specs pleads. Tucker walks with him to the couch and let's Specs wrap him in a blanket. Howard brings three mugs of tea and hands one to each of the men on the couch and keeps one for himself.

"She cheated. Christine cheated on me. When I caught her, she told me she only married me to make her dad happy. I was a safe choice. A safety net. She told me that I'm worthless and will never amount to anything."

"That's not true, Tuck. You're amazing. You're charming and caring and attentive. You're funny, a good cook, you have a good fashion sense. You're a good person and you're going to change the world some, Tuck, I'm sure of it. Any woman would be lucky to have you. She wouldn't make you a second choice. She'd make you a priority. Christine has messed up big time, but she's just to blind to see what she's lost."

Howard looks between the two and sees the love Specs has for the man wrapped in his arms. The trio talk we'll into the night until Tucker cries himself to sleep on the sofa. Specs and Howard make their way to the kitchen.

"Steven, you're in love with Tucker, aren't you?" Howard asks. Specs spins around on his heel. His eyes are wide and frantic as he tries to read Howard's face.

"I promised you that I'd never lie to you. The answer I need to give you would be breaking that promise, so please don't make me answer that question."

Howard nods, walks over to Specs, and grabs his hands.

"The answer I need is your truth."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I won't be hurt. I'll be sad for a while, but hurt that you're in love with Tucker? Not at all."

"Are you going to leave me?"

"We have a lot to talk about, don't we?" Howard asks and Specs nods.

Age 29:

"I'm sorry for your loss, Specs. If you need anything, I'm here," Tucker says, placing a hand on the shorter man's shoulder.

"I was going to propose to him," Specs whispers. Tears fall down his face as Tucker pulls him into a hug.

"I'm sorry."

Age 32:

"Is he alright?" Elise asks as she watches Specs wash dishes.

"His boyfriend died three years ago today. He likes to do the things they did together. Keep his memory alive in some way.

"He's never mentioned it to me before."

"He doesn't like to talk about it," Tucker answers. He's fiddling with a camera while watching Specs. Eventually, Tucker can take it anymore, so he gets up and walks to the sink. He grabs a towel and starts drying the dishes Specs has already done. The shorter man looks up at Tucker, who smiles warmly in understanding. They silently finish the dishes, unaware that Elise is smiling at them.

Age 36:

"Hey, Specs, you wake?" Tucker asks from the doorway of the room. The light from the hallway illuminates Specs' sleeping form. Tucker walks into the room, leaving the door open so the light can stay on his sleeping friend's face. Tucker pulls the desk chair over to the bed and sits in silence, watching Specs sleep.

Specs shifts in his sleep, stretches, and opens his eyes. He squints as his eyes adjusts. He sees an odd shape beside his bed and gasps. He turns and grabs his flashlight from the nightstand and shines it on the figure. Tucker shields his eyes.

"It's me. It's just me. Get that thing out of my face."

"Tucker, what the hell?"

"I was just sitting here."

"In the dark? In my room?"

"Yeah, I kind of watch you sleep from time to time."

"Why?"

"It calms me down. Always has. Ever since we were kids."

"Is something bothering you?"

"Not anymore," Tucker smiles. Specs cuddles down into the covers.

"Okay, then can I go back to sleep?"

"Yeah, sure. Can I join you?"

"Why?"

Tucker doesn't answer. Instead, he crawls under the covers and slips his arms around Specs' smaller frame, pulling him close. Specs doesn't say anything. He lays perfectly still, trying to figure out why Tucker is doing this. Is it a joke?

"Is this okay?"

"Y-yeah. It's fine."

"Then relax, babe. I'm not gonna bite. I mean, I might, but only if you ask."

Babe? Where did that come from? What is happening?

"Tuck, what is going on here?"

"I'm cuddling with my best friend." Specs pushes him away. "We've never done this before and you called me 'babe' and that certainly has never happened before. So, please, tell me what the hell is happening here. I am so confused."

Tucker leans in and kisses Specs, who is surprised, but quickly reciprocates. He doesn't want to let this moment to get away. Tucker's hands travel down Specs' body to his waist, his hips, and, finally, to his ass. Specs breaks away and pushes back again. "Tucker, please." "Okay, okay," Tucker sits up, pulling Specs with him. He pulls the smaller man into his lap. "I'm in love with you." "You what?" "I'm in love with you, Specs," Tucker says and kisses Specs' shoulder. Specs sits and thinks for a few moments as Tucker litters kisses up and down his arm.

"I'm in love with you, too, Tucker," Specs says, turning towards Tucker. The two smile at each other before crashing their lips together again.

Age 40:

"Hey, Tuck, you awake?" Specs asks quietly.

"No."

"Well, wake up."

"Why?"

"We're married," Specs says softly, smiling and looking at the ring that's on his left hand.

"I know. You kept me up all night to celebrate."

"Yeah, but now you're my husband. I've wanted this since I was like thirteen."

"Almost thirty years? Wow, babe, you're really hung up on me."

"Shut up."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Speccy."

"Shut up."

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ch. lxxii - japanese ramen

soulmate!yunho × reader, wooyoung × reader

!! A N N O U N C E M E N T !!

fated and marked, soulmates are supposed to be your destiny. you are connected to him by his heart and him to yours. but despite the cosmic or even divine intervention, you felt that he is not wholly yours. why is destiny so cruel to you?

You arrived at Seoul St. Mary University Hospital just a little over 7 pm, a little later than you'd like but you took the bus. The lobby was pristine and it looked very fancy, very different compared to the hospital Wooyoung worked at back in Ilsan. The hospital in Ilsan was smaller and more traditional whereas, at this hospital, you can see the modern architecture and technology that made the place look more like a mall than a hospital.

Without you realizing it, you began wandering around the lobby. You were about to call Wooyoung when suddenly someone covered your eyes from behind. You gasped slightly but you felt your posture relax when a familiar scent entered your nose.

"Guess who?" the voice asked in a sing-song tone.

You pretended to think by humming and taking a couple of seconds before answering. "Nurse Ratchet?" you answered in a joking manner. Wooyoung's hands dropped and when you turned to look at him, he was pouting, "Hey, that bitch gave a bad name to nurses, I hate it," he whined. Seeing him pouting so adorable made you laugh and reach a hand forward to pat his head, "Aww, I'm sorry Woo, I was just kidding," you giggled.

Wooyoung immediately shrugged his pout away and his lips stretched to a big grin. He was about to say something when his pager suddenly buzzed, startling him. Realizing that he had forgotten to put his pager back in his locker, he groaned in frustration. "I'm sorry (y/n), do you mind me returning my pager first? I'll be quick, I promise! You can just stay here," he sounded like he was nervous which made you chuckle, "Nonesense, I can just accompany you. I wanted to look around and check out the place but I didn't want to do it alone," you shrugged.

Your answer made Wooyoung beamed and he immediately took your hand in his to guide you to his locker room. On the way, he kept pointing to areas in the hospital and letting you know what goes on and what usually happened. Unsurprisingly, most of the places he pointed at were places he go to sneak in a mid-shift snack.

Arriving at the entrance of the locker room, Wooyoung let you know that he'd be in for just a minute. You had to assure him twice that you'd be fine before he went in. Just as he disappeared inside, the sound of wheels rolling on the floor grew louder and suddenly a kid in hospital gown stopped next to you.

"Is that Nurse Woo?" the little girl asked, head tilting to the side before looking up at you, blinking innocently. You crouched down slightly to her height so your eyes are level, "You know Wooyoung?" you asked. The girl grinned widely as she nodded excitedly, "Yeah! He's the best nurse! I met him today and unlike the other nurses, I didn't feel pain when he put in my IV," she then showed the IV in her arm proudly.

"Seohee!" You heard Wooyoung call out as he stepped out of the locker room. The girl, Seohee snapped her head towards Wooyoung and beamed brightly, "Nurse Woo!" she squealed. Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at her as he dramatically put both of his hands on either side of his waist, "What did I tell you about wandering around?" The girl shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "Only do it with you?" You had let out a snort before you could even attempt to stop yourself. Wooyoung squinted his eyes at you before turning back to the girl, "Exactly, now off you go, back to your room! You have an appendectomy in the morning," he scolded as he ushered the girl. As he walked, he tugged your hand to follow along.

The girl pouted as you both walked her back to her room. "What's an app and deck tummy, again?" she asked in her 10-year-old vocabulary. Wooyoung smirked, "We're removing a goblin who hangs out at the end of your intestines," he joked. The little girl rolled her eyes at him in disbelief, "No way there's a goblin in my stomach," she said in disbelief. Wooyoung simply shrugged at her, "Say what you want, but I've had the same procedure done on me when I was around your age and mind you, my goblin was greedy and fat," he said so convincingly that you almost believed him. Wooyoung then nudged you, urging you to say something with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Uh... Yeah, I had a similar procedure too but I was a little older and it wasn't a goblin. It was a vampire," you blurted out, not really knowing what you were saying.

At your words, Seohee's eyes widened, "Whoah, really?" she asked in amazement. Both you and Wooyoung nodded as he pats the girl's head, "That's right. It's not a big procedure but you need to be in tip-top shape, alright? Now off you go," he gently nudged her away to the hallway of her room.

Once she was in her room, you and Wooyoung began your journey to the restaurant you both agreed on.

"That kid seemed to like you," you said, breaking the silence as you both walked to his car. Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, "What can I say? EVERYONE loves me," he said proudly. "Oh please, it's your first day, people might like you, how are you sure that they love you?" you teased. Wooyoung turned the engine on and began driving before answering you, "The fact that it's my first day and I've already been specifically requested here and there should tell you exactly how lovable I am." "But you're spending your first rotation in pediatric?" you asked, remembering his closeness with the little girl earlier. Wooyoung pursed his lips, thinking how to answer, "Well... considering my great track record in the pediatric service back in Ilsan and my apprehension to the coma ward," he shot you a look that made you giggle, wordlessly reminding you of the earlier stages of knowing each other, "I might focus on becoming a pediatric nurse."

Your eyes widened and had it not been because he was driving, you would've jumped to hug him. "Oh my God, Woo! that's big news! Big decision!" You exclaimed happily. Wooyoung glanced at you, his smile widening from how excited you are for him. "Yeah? You think so?" his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, he felt giddy with how excited you are for him. This interaction felt very intimate, particularly to Wooyoung because he hadn't even told his mom who knows EVERYTHING about him. "Of course, I think so! And I know you'll be great!"

Soon enough, the both of you arrived at the restaurant and you both were greeted by the owner who seemed to know Wooyoung well. "Just the two of you?" he asked, glancing at the both of you with a smirk on his face. While you blushed at what you think he meant, Wooyoung confidently grab your hand gently and interlaced your fingers, "Yeah! Just us tonight," he stated. The owner led you both inside and set you both at the secluded end of the restaurant, away from the mass in the restaurant.

"Thanks for coming here with me," you said as you flipped through the menu. Wooyoung glanced up slightly and reach to take your hand in his. As his thumb caress the back of your hand, your face grew hotter but you somehow didn't feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, you liked it. "I'm glad you wanted to come with me, so it was really my pleasure," he smiled gently.

For the rest of the dinner, you spent talking with Wooyoung about his future plans. He talked about things that you don't think any other guy would think of such as what kind of house he wants to live in in 10 years. He also mentioned what he would like to get into by then like gardening, he said he would love to be able to cook from what he grows. Though he didn't mention it, there's something in his eyes that seemed to want to say that he wanted you to be part of it too. But frankly, he didn't have to tell you because you do want to be in it as well.

As the night came to an end, after hours of spending time with Wooyoung and thinking of how good it is to spend your future with Wooyoung, your mind suddenly thought of one thing.

What about Yunho?

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Jaune turned his scroll back on, after he had made Az and himself breakfast. There were fifteen messages, most from Pyrrha, and a couple from Yang. He let his thumb hover over the play icon. He had a feeling about what he was going to hear. Her anger, her empty promises. He set his scroll down on the kitchen counter and leaned forward with his head in his hands. In the front room, he could hear the musical refrains to Az's favourite cartoon playing. He allowed himself a sad smile. He could do this. Jaune had to do this, for her. Opening the messenger app, he began to type, but a banging on his apartment door caused him to stop.

Setting his scroll back on the kitchen counter, he moved and after making sure Az was still distracted by her show, he answered the door. Yang stood in the hall, looking haggard and annoyed. Jaune's eyes narrowed, he was not in the mood for a replay of Yang taking on the role of peacemaker.

“What do you want, Yang?”

“Why didn't you return my calls?” she snapped. He could still smell the alcohol on her breath.

“I had my phone off. I have a daughter to take care of. Answering fu...” Jaune caught himself before he did swear. He gave a quick look over his shoulder, to check on Azalea, before returning his attention to Yang. “2am drunk calls are done with, there is nothing I need to know at that time of the morning, especially from Pyr.”

“What's your...”

“My problem is that she missed her own daughter's birthday, AGAIN!” Jaune was trying to control his voice, but it wasn't working. “My problem is she would rather be out all over town with god knows who, drinking her liver into submission, instead of being with her daughter!”

“Pyr loves Az. She wouldn't...”

“She does, and did. So tell me whatever lame excuse it is, that she figures will get me to forgive her this time.” Jaune crossed his arms, and glared at Yang. “I have things to do, like actually get Az to daycare and go to work. So let's hear it.”

“There was an accident. Cardin and her...”

“Cardin... and ... her.” Jaune's eyes almost became slits, and his teeth ground together. “She and Cardin spend a lot of time together, don't they?”

“Jaune, this is not...”

“What? The time? I have a right to know, or don't I?” Jaune uncrossed his arms, and ran his hand through his hair. “Know what, I don't. It's not like we're married or even dating now. We just had a kid together, so why should I know anything.”

“There was an accident!” Yang finally shouted, to get his attention. “Pyrrha's in the hospital!”

“And what do you want me to do about it?”

“Go and see her! I'll watch Az. She needs...”

“No.”

“No?”

“She needs to dry out, and come out with the real reasons her daughter never sees her anymore. Anyway, I have work, and Az has daycare.” Jaune reached towards the door, preparing to close it. “I hope she's okay, but I have more important things to do, than jump to the tune of a drunkard.”

“Go see her! I'll watch Az!”

“No.” Jaune replied flatly, his anger had burned to embers, allowing sorrow to start welling up. “Talk to you later, Yang.”

Jaune slid to the floor, his back against the door he had just closed in his friend's face. His heart felt like it was tearing, and he fought to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks.

“Daddy?” Az asked, in her light voice. Her crimson red hair done up in a ponytail. Her own blue eyes shimmering at the sight of her father crying.

“Come here, baby.” she climbed into his lap. She laid her head against his t shirt clade chest, and reached her arms as far around him as she could reach. “Daddy loves you. Always and forever.”

“Love daddy.” Az responded, “Love mommy too.”

“Daddy loves mommy too.” he whispered as he wrapped her in a warm embrace.

He had enough. His priority was Azalea, and her well-being. He would do anything for her, even if it meant hurting someone he never thought he'd ever hurt.

/=/

It was a week and a few days since her accident. Pyrrha's mother had informed Jaune about her condition; as he had no interest in seeing her even at that point of time. Even now, his emotions were still running on high, and his mind played out every dark and twisted scenario it could think of. But despite that, he had made a couple of decisions. Decisions that were in the best interest of his daughter. Through Yang, he arranged a meet up with Pyr at a small hidden away café. He had no interest answering Pyrrha's calls, voicemails, or texts. She looked at him as his entrance was signalled by the little bell by the door. His dark blue eyes narrowed upon the sight of her.

She was dishevelled and haggard looking. Dark rings accented her emerald eyes, an obvious sign she hadn't been sleeping. She was wearing his Pumpkin Pete hoodie, with the hood up to shield her face. He also noticed the crutches, and the blue pressure cast that encompassed her foot, and ran to above her knee. She gave him a hopeful and apologetic smile as he took a seat across from her. He laid the manila envelope, and a small jewellery box he was carrying, before him.

“Pyrrha.” he greeted her flatly.

“What happened to Pyr?”

“I don't know. What did happen to her?” Jaune replied, his tone still flat, “I see someone who looks like her before me, but a person who acts like her?”

“Jaune... I'm sorry for missing Az's party. I really am.”

“Really?” Jaune's eyes narrowed,“ So what, or who was more important than your daughter?”

“Jaune...”

“I'm tired of the games, Pyrrha. I understood the late night visits; when they used to happen. You were doing what you could to keep Az out of the public eye; and it is appreciated.” Jaune's eyes softened, “She's your... OUR daughter. She deserves her mother's attention. She loves you unconditionally, but the ways you've been acting these last couple of years, and the messages you've left me... we're your dirty little secret; or at least that is how it seems.”

“You're not...”

“Then publicly come out, about her.”

“I can't. She doesn't deserve...”

“No, she doesn't, but she also doesn't deserve to be a side thought in her mother's life.” Jaune's eyes narrowed again, “You have problems, Pyrrha. Serious problems.”

“Problems? Like what?”

“The drinking to name the first one.” Jaune replied. “And whatever else happens when you over indulge. Do you use protection, or is Az going to have a half sibling soon?”

“How...”

“How dare I? Easy, I hear the voices in the background when you call at two in the morning. I've heard how you refer to me when someone interrupts you. You have a home to come to after your missions, and meetings. Yet you STILL book hotels to stay in.”

“Jaune... ”

“Maybe you don't care about me, and that's fine. We had our chance, it seems like it didn't work out. But Az deserves better treatment than I get.” Jaune's hands tapped the envelope and the box.

“Jaune, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, and Az. I promise.”

“Your promises are empty and mean nothing.” Jaune's voice took on a tint of anger and sadness, as he pushed the jewellery box across the table towards her. “This is for you. Something to remember us by.”

“Remember you? I would never forget you or Az!” Pyrrha snapped as she took the box and opened it. Inside was a small golden heart shaped locket, with a delicate chain. Her hands shook as she opened it. On the left side was Az's baby picture, on the right her most recent photo. “It's beautiful.”

“This is also for you.” Jaune commented as he shoved the envelope across that table.

“What is this?”

“Legal documents. I'm suing for sole custody of Azalea; and asking for child support.” Jaune replied, “I know you want to keep the dirty little secret of your daughter out of the public eye, so those are straight-up agreements in regard to both. I don't want to be going to court about her, either.”

“Jaune?” Pyrrha's emerald eyes were wide in disbelief, with hints of betrayal, and a tinge of forming tears. “Why?”

“Az is the centre of MY world. She maybe a side concern for you, but not for me. I'm doing what is best for her.” Jaune responded as he stood, “The contact information for my lawyer is there.”

“Jaune... please... wait... we...we can talk.”

“Time for talk is over, Pyr.” She choked as he used her nickname. “I've always loved you, and always will, but I love Az more. Goodbye Pyr.”

Before she could say anything else, he walked out of the café, and down the sidewalk.

#2am #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #azelea arc #No Fall of Beacon #jaune and pyrrha had a child #implied PAST arkos #jaune arc x reese chloris #skater boi

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bradtomlovesya · 1 year

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You love watching Christmas movies and you know Tom does too.

Warnings: Nothing, is pure Fluff!

w/c: 908

A/N: this is a shorty writing that came to my mind after a full day of watching Christmas movies. I hope you like it and reblogs, comments and likes are highly appreciate it.

Support and author by sharing their work ✨️💚

Happy Holidays! (Gif not mine)

Tom is back home for the holidays and that means: watching Christmas movies all month long.

You couldn't be happier with this idea because you LOVE Christmas movies. That's right, in capital letters. These movies have always been more than predictable, but so what? They're the kind of movies you watch and they help you forget your worries for a while.

They don't worry you, they don't stress you, they don't make you anxious. They're just there to give you comfort and that's more than enough.

"What movie are we watching today?" Tom asks, sitting down on the couch and popping some popcorn in his mouth.

"A Christmas Prince" you reply, sitting down next to him and pulling the blanket over both of your feet. You pick up the remote and look at the Netflix logo from when you open the app.

"Is this another one of those movies where the prince ends up married to the country girl? He raises an eyebrow.

"You can pretend all you want that you don't like those kinds of movies, but we both know that's a lie because you love them," you eat popcorn and play the movie.

Tom is silent for a moment. It's true, he does find these kinds of movies entertaining. "They're usually a cliché."

You lean your head on his chest and watch the film in silence.

When the film finally ends, Tom is totally absorbed in his thoughts.

"You didn't like it?" You raise an eyebrow. The film was certainly a cliché, but you had loved it.

"Are you kidding? I loved it!" He smiles broadly and looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Can we watch the second one, please? I'm in love with that couple and I want to see the wedding" he pouts prettily.

"You're quite the walking green flag, Tom" you laugh lightly and kiss his cheek. It was around one in the morning and you were tired. "We can watch it tomorrow, second and third, I promise" you kiss his pout.

"But-" he tries to protest, sighs and nods. "It's okay. I understand you're tired" he kisses your forehead and gets up to put the now empty popcorn bowl in the dishwasher. "What do you think the plot of the second movie is?" He asks excitedly and follows you up the stairs.

"I don't know," you laugh at his enthusiasm and curl up next to him on the bed. "You're so sweet."

"Come on, at least something must come to your mind" he grumbles like a small child and arranges the bed for sleep.

"Maybe they're going to have problems with the wedding happening, I don't know" you yawn.

"Whatever it is, I hope it's as good as the first one." He murmurs and kisses the top of your head. "Love?" he asks after a moment.

You don't answer. You are already deeply numb.

Your boyfriend smiles to himself, turns off the light and settles in to sleep next to you and keep you warm on this winter night.

~♡♥︎♡~

"I promise we'll watch the movie as soon as I get home" you talk to Tom using the loudspeaker as you drive.

"And when will that be?" he complains "you were out all day. "

You can almost hear him pout.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, I'm kind of stuck in traffic" you sigh.

"Alright, drive carefully" he makes kissing sounds "I love you".

"And I love you" you reply and he hangs up the call.

You arrive home 20 minutes after the call ends and leave your coat and shoes in the hall. You walk into the living room and there he is committing the crime.

"Thomas!" You exclaim causing the remote control to jump out of his hands and land on the carpet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's not what you think" he gets up and walks quickly towards you.

"Oh no? Because it looks like you were watching the second movie without me" you cross your arms.

"Yes it is what it looks like but I promise it's only ten minutes" he takes your hands. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

You don't say anything, you just laugh.

"Are you wearing a Christmas jumper?" you smile.

"Maybe?" He laughs with you.

"You're quite the character, Tommy" you laugh and kiss his lips. "I'm glad the movies sparked your Christmas spirit but promise me you'll wait for me next time, I like those movies too." You leave a kiss on the tip of his nose and run your hands through his hair.

"I promise and I'm sorry," he guides you to the sofa, "I made popcorn, hot chocolate and bought those sweets you like so much," he points to a plate on the small coffee table.

"I'm surprised you haven't brought out the Christmas decorations yet," you joke.

"In fact..." he points to several boxes by the cupboard. "I've got everything out, just need to hang them up," you both laugh.

"So you're a Santa's helper now?" you guffaw.

"You could say that. What do you want for Christmas?" He scoffs and plays along.

"I want to be able to watch more Christmas movies with my boyfriend on this couch" you smile and settle in next to him to watch the movie.

"Granted" he kisses your lips with extreme sweetness and plays the movie from the beginning.

One of many you will happily watch throughout the month.

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Tom Holland Tags

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#tom holland #tom holland smut #thomas stanley holland #fanfic #tom holland writing #fanfics #fanfiction #spiderman #thomas holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #christmas #tom holland and co #tom holland fluff #tom holland and reader #tom holland angst #writing #peter parker x reader

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shy-blue-blossom · 2 years

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Waiting

Sam Wilson x reader

Sam returned home after his run to find out that his girlfriend had gone out shopping. As he was waiting for her to return, someone knocked on the door. He answered it only to see that Steve, Captain America, was standing there with Natasha, Black Widow. As they were talking, Sam's girlfriend came home.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" Sam asked her once he had helped her put the everything away.

"You were on your morning run. And I'm not completely valuable when I'm out." The h/c haired lady explained to him.

"You are at the moment." Sam told her as he placed his hands on her seven-month stomach.

She smiled at her stomach and placed her hands on top of his, then lifted her head to look towards their room.

"Who's here?" She asked as she wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively.

"Oh, you heard them?" He asked as she nodded. "There some friends of mine, who I have recently just met." He explained to her as he hugged her close.

"Are they running from someone or something?" She questioned him.

"Y/n, baby, they are no threat to our little growing family." He told her. "And your still as shape as ever, aren't you?" He told her, more like stated, then let out a small chuckle.

She hugged and snuggled closer to him until she realised she was hungry, which he laughed at and began to make breakfast. Once he finished, he gave her a plate and got Steve and Natasha. When they came in and saw her eating at the table, they looked at Sam.

"This is my fiancée, y/n l/n." He told them as he kissed her head, which she smiled at.

They ate their breakfast, and Sam showed Steve and Natasha the files about his time being Falcon. They talked for a while, then looked to y/n, who was watching the T.V. sitting on the sofa.

"You can go, but you better not get yourself killed before our wedding. And most definitely not before the baby is born." Y/n said as she smiled at him.

"Sometimes I think you do that on purpose." He said as he chuckled, and she just giggled.

"I don't always know what you are thinking or others." She said before giggling, then she let out a gasp and giggled more. "Sam, come here. They are kicking." She called him.

He quickly went to her side and put his hands where she felt the baby was kicking. He looked up, but she was too busy feeling for the baby.

"I'll be as quick as I can." He told her as he kissed her lips, then went with Steve and Natasha.

Y/n was home alone for three days and was beginning to get restless without Sam. While making something to eat, she didn't hear the door being opened or closed and jumped when she felt hands on her stomach.

"Sit down I will finish making you something to eat." Sam's voice rang out, and she relaxed into his embrace.

(Y/n) turned around and hugged him and didn't let him go. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes until she finally went and sat down. Sam finished making her something to eat and something for himself, then placed it in front of her. Once they finished eating, y/n dragged Sam to the sofa and cuddle with him while he watched some t.v. Whilst watching, he was hugging y/n close and rubbing her stomach until they both fell asleep.

The end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Masterlist

#Sam Wilson #Sam Wilson x reader #x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #avengers #reader #waiting

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terresdebrume · 12 days

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🗑🛋🌃

[From this ask game]

So sorry for the delay friend, I saw this last night when it was way too late to get started on it, thought "Oh cool I'll answer this tomorrow morning before I really start working" and then promptly forgot about it until just now -_-

🗑How hard is it for you to delete writing that gets cut?

I think it depends on how much I'm cutting: big chunks are more frustrating than small sentences tbh, especially if I'm really happy with them.

That being said, usually I tend to add stuff from one draft to the next rather than take it out, so I don't cut that much out... although I guess, since I process my early drafts through complete rewrites, you could say it all gets cut and that makes it easier, too xD

ETA: Also I do keep all my drafts archived so that helps too x)

🛋Where do you write?

Normally on my couch, occasionally in bed or on the floor, leaning on my elbows, but nowadays for postural reasons I try to privilege sitting at a desk. (I say, typing on my couch.)

Also in the past couple of years, most of my writing has been done in hotel rooms, when I have more time and energy to devote to it, because working 40 hours a week is a trap and saps your energy for other stuff x)

🌃What time do you go to bed?

These days around seven or eight PM, because the AC is in my bedroom and at at wonderful 39°c of perceived temperature at 10pm, Iwant the AC as soon as possible. Otherwise, my target is always to be asleep at 10:30pm so I can be properly rested, but unfortunately I miss it more often than not x)

#Assbox Games #almost a class act #About Matt

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dustylava · 2 years

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English is not my native language, so, i'm so sorry.

Your eyelids were too heavy. You were almost on the other side of consciousness, when awareness, like a dusty, heavy bag, hit you right on the head. -John! - You jumped up on the spot, shaking your friend by the shoulder. -What?! - The man immediately woke up. His eyes were already burning with a red flame, and his whole figure was tense. - Where?! Who?! - With one strong movement of his hand, he pressed you to the sheet, looking around, ready to protect you both, as befits a true hero. -I know, what I have to show you! - Your eyes were burning with excitement and anticipation. - I have to show you Fran! -John took his palm off your ribs, his eyes went out, and he drooped all over. -You stupid cunt… - He rolled his eyes, with a heavy sigh and clicked his tongue. - You don't know how to think at all, do you? - He more mumbled to himself, than he scolded you. The blonde collapsed on the sofa, where you were sleeping, and turned away from you, pulling the blanket over his head. -This is so, that you remind me in the morning! - You push him a little in the back. - Which of the two of us is a superhuman, after all? I'll forget, and you'll remind me. - You spoke, as if nothing had happened. John's mouth was on fire, how much he wanted to yell at you, but he just mumbled: "sleep, you little fucker." - What are you pouting about? - Homelander sat down, and squeezed your face hard in his fingers. -I've already shit myself, that they'll take you away from me, that they found us!, and you with your stupid games! - He clenched his jaw hard, - never. Do you hear? Don't ever fucking!, scare me like that. Is that clear? Otherwise, I'm not responsible for myself, do you understand?! - You nodded pathetically. - Do you understand me?! -Yes, John… -That's it. - He let you go, lying down on the pillow again. -I'm sorry, John… -Go to sleep already. Every time you step on the same rake. Well, at least, you know, how to behave in such situations.

-Well, what do you say? - You didn't let him play the game on himself, but showed him the letsplay, that you youself like. -I can't say I'm impressed to the core, - he coughed a couple of times. - But it's fucked up. - John pressed his lips tightly together, - so torment an innocent child. She's a little girl! It's not her fault she was there. A little fucking kid! To mistreat a girl like that..! She doesn't deserve this! She didn't ask for such experiments to be performed on her. - He looked at you with his eyes wide open. You looked at him expectantly. - Why are you looking at me like that..? Um… Wait… You.. You mean…? - You nodded. - Wait, - he blinked, -you mean Fran… Is me? -The meaning and idea of the game are different, but I see an analogy. - Homelander chuckled. He lowered his head, pursing his lips tightly again, and stretching one corner in a painful, weak smile. -That is, it means, that you are this one… What's his name there? - He looked up at you with sad eyes. It was obvious, that he was trying his best, not to crack at the seams. -Meow… In response, John just smiled broadly, but still sadly, pulling you to his lap. You snuggled up to his chest, smiling softly. You felt, that he was trying not to cry, so you put your hand in his hair and gently massaged his scalp. As an answer, John just kissed the top of your head, squeezing you even tighter.

After a busy day of doing nothing and laziness, you slept, sitting on the supe's lap. Your head was resting on his chest, while he was idly flipping channels on a small TV. His attention was drawn to the news channel, which covered the explosion at the metro station. A beautiful woman stood at the entrance to the subway, blocked up and fenced with police tape, and with frightened eyes, told how and when the explosion occurred. "As you can see, the entrance to the station is littered with wreckage. According to the data that continue to arrive, the ceiling inside has also partially collapsed. Human casualties are reported. Police, firefighters, ambulance, all work in emergency mode. Some supes are here too. But where is Homelander?" This Homelander let out a chuckle. "Has he abandoned us? Who else will help the poor people, who are trapped under the wreckage? Why doesn't our hero come? Where is Homelander? Why doesn't he come to the rescue?" -Homelander has more important things to do. - He turned off the TV and carefully put the remote on the bedside table. - Homelander is busy. - Because of his movements, you started fidgeting, purring something in your sleep. Supe stroked your hair, pressing your head to his warm chest, holding you firmly by the shoulder blades and shoulders. For a while he looked at you, with an indifferent face. He examined you. You're so cute… So charming and defenseless, snuggled up to him, in search of comfort and warmth. You sleep in his arms, knowing, that with these very hands he broke people's skulls, spines and lives. You know perfectly well, what he can do to you, but you still sleep carelessly on his chest. After sitting like this for a couple of hours, stroking your shoulder with his thumb, periodically swaying from side to side, in order to lull you to sleep, John decided, that he would, probably, be able to fall asleep. He carefully slid down the pillow and pulled the blanket over both of you. You, of course, meowed softly and squirmed, looking for a comfortable position. John shushed you quietly and softly, holding you in his arms. Hugging you tightly, Homelander kissed the top of your head, as a good night, and laid his chin on it. He stroked your shoulders and back until he fell asleep.

#the boys #fran bow #homelander #john #john homelander #fran bow dagenhart #fran #homelander x reader #homelander x you #games

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luvring · 2 years

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— felix and sage waking up from a nightmare

gn!reader | **srsly not proofread btw. bonjour. sorry this was supposed to be an M4 post but i am um. giggles. sorry x2 i am too tired to get the taglist rn (will comment/rb later maybe) but also this post is nothing too special liek. u've seen this before! u know their fears,, don't be silly! just here to say Heyyyy im alive 😘

felix

this might come as a shock but felix isn't just an acquaintance with dreams about losing the person he loves. he hasn't had one in a while, so you can imagine the confusion/shock from both of you when he wakes up with your hands on his shoulders gently shaking him

he takes a minute to process his surroundings and what's going on. when you explain what happened he gets a remorseful look

"ah...i'm sorry for waking you. i'm alright now." you can tell he's lying when his smile is forced and his eyes are shifting around the room, his fingers playing with the blanket.

"you can talk to me, you know. no pressure, of course, but if something's bothering you then i'd like to help." you don't pry much, knowing that felix heard you and wanting to give him time

"do you ever wonder if there's someone better fit for you?" "not even once." the confidence and speed of your answer takes felix by surprise, and he stares at you with widened eyes.

he can't figure out what to say before you continue, "i don't think anyone's perfect for someone—a lot of love is time and working together, felix. not a hypothetical, romanticized ideal."

"and i love being with you. i love practising and learning together, figuring out new spells or dinner recipes—" felix lets out a small laugh at that, remembering the absolute disaster that happened only a couple nights ago. you only smile back, "i love rambling about our interests, seeing you get excited about a new book you found. i love you, felix. i'll remind you as many times as you want."

felix has a small smile on his lips as he looks at you, and he thinks he really, truly is the luckiest person in the world

his voice is soft but genuine when he speaks, "thank you, love." he sighs and frowns at the window, "it would be best for us to sleep now, the others will have our heads if we aren't up and ready in the morning."

you're both a little groggy when the others see you, but you can tell that the little conversation helped and you considered that more important

sage

sage's nightmare would be very similar to felix's: centered around the fear of you leaving him (again) or failing to save you. there's a mission coming up (we defeated the LoS and sage is Fine. idc. move) and every so often his brain can't help but think of the worst case scenario

he's likely to get up from bed and take a walk — maybe just taking a lap around where you're staying, or standing outside for some fresh air

his ears twitch when he hears you quietly walk up from behind him

"are you sure you want to go on the mission?" the question comes as a bit of a shock but you still manage to answer, "we've done more dangerous ones, you know." "you could still get hurt, though."

it isn't hard to read between the lines that sage is much more worried than you just getting injured. sometimes he needs a reminder that he's allowed to be worried/honest

"i'll be careful. plus i have you and the others, right? we're a team."

there's a frown on his face, and you don't have to reach out to know he's tense. he's quick on his feet and smart, you now that. but you also know that his mind gets foggy and overwhelmed at times like this

your voice is soft when you speak, "nothing will happen to me, sage. and if i do get hurt, i'll heal up and recover just like always."

"but—" "danger and 'what if's' are part of our job description, sage." he knows that better than anyone, and you know that. "i'm scared something will happen to you, too. but i trust you—i believe in you. in us."

by the time you're close enough to lay against him and reach for his hand, sage has let out a deep breath and relaxed a little. he lays his head against yours and continues to look out. "alright."

"but if anything happens—" "i'll step back and find you or one of the others. i do actually have some experience with this stuff, y'know." your sarcastic but lighthearted comment gets an eye roll in response, but you both know it's your way of reassuring him while trying to take some pressure off

please gently bring him back to bed and play with his hair . this is a necessary step . he's still a little tense in the morning when it hits him again, but taking his hand in yours is enough for a while

#last legacy #felix escellun #sage lesath #fictif #q

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ineedtotouchgrassrightnow · 2 months

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"Once you really love someone, all previous lovers disappear,” -Me

Y/n’s pov

Bonfires were dull; all someone could really do is sit and listen to monotonous stories and maybe eat some s'mores. If you were 'lucky' enough, you could be one of those cringey couples that laugh and flirt the whole time. Of course, others would judge you or even get a little jealous. I mean, who wouldn't want a relationship? Well, other than people like me—I hated the idea of being a gross couple and having all that public affection.

The fire grew dull, and the s'mores made me sick. I couldn't finish the one I made and ended up tossing it into a nearby trash can. “These are some of the most boring moments in my life,”

**THUD**

The loud sound scared me, making me jump in surprise. Swiftly, I ran towards the source of the noise, pulling out my weapon.

"Huh-?" Confused, I looked around for a moment before my eyes landed on the ground—a unconscious boy and a satyr. This wasn't something that happened every day. Sighing, I picked up the human boy, obviously struggling a bit.

"Oh my gods..." Barely managing to drag the boy to the infirmary, I placed him on a bed and called over one of the nurses to help. When Mr. Chiron walked in, he seemed uneasy seeing the black-haired boy in the bed. "Is everything alrigh-?" "Y/n, can I trust you to nurse him back to health?" "Why me?" "Y/N," his voice had a strict stern tone. "Fine." "Thank you, Y/n. I assume you know what to do, no?" "Yes, sir..." He walked off, leaving an unwanted boy in your hands.

???? Pov

The once unconscious boy's head was a throbbing mess; every inch of him seemed to hurt. Slowly regaining consciousness, he found himself confused of his surroundings.

"My eyes scanned around the room, and they landed on a H/C girl. Her hair resembled that of a princess, and when our eyes met, she gave me a polite smile."

"Are you up? Don't answer; you'll tire yourself out." She walked over and gently placed a pudding in my mouth. The taste was too good, but a hint of embarrassment lingered as I realized a girl was feeding me.

"Are you the one from the-" She cut herself off. "Actually, don't worry about that; it's not my business to tell." She continued to feed you more pudding. "Hu-" "Sh! They are coming!" In a rush, she quickly shoved more into my mouth, and I couldn't even feel when I passed out again.

Y/n’s POV

The boy passed out again, and a satyr walked in, appearing embarrassed as he avoided eye contact. "Is he yours?" "Mhm..." The satyr never broke eye contact with the floor, nervously picking at his horns. "Are you worried?" "N-No!? I, uh, am I, uh, just..." The satyr was a terrible liar. "Not a very good liar, are you?" "No, not really..." He started to grab nectar for the kid. "Hey, is it fine with you if I head out? I did my job." "Yeah, that's fine..." The satyr was still a mess; he most likely failed his job, but that wasn't my business. "I'll, uh, leave now," I said quickly, picking up a notebook I brought along.

Tired, I returned to my cabin. Sleep weighed heavily on my eyelids, and I rushed to my bed. The moment my cheek hit the cold pillow, something felt different from last night. An odd sensation lingered, but I couldn't quite figure out what was off. Before I could unravel what, exhaustion took over, and I fell asleep.

The following morning came like normal and I got ready normally too but yet again something felt off I didn’t feel this way before what was causing it now…? Confused I decided to just go do some training theres nothing better than training to get your mind off of things after all

My stomach then growled I should get breakfast first…

I made my way to the dining hall and saw a black-haired boy next to a blonde-haired one—Luke and the other kid. I waved at them before grabbing my plate. The camp food was okay, I guess? Not my favorite, but I didn't dislike it. I quickly finished my usual meal within five minutes and got up to go training. Surprisingly, Luke and the other kid also made their way to the arena.

Ignoring them, I grabbed my weapon and started practicing moves with a dummy, being careful not to break it again. After training for a while, my eyes went back to Luke and the black-haired kid; he was getting beaten by Luke. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle, knowing that we've all been there before. Amused by the scene, I continued my practice, occasionally glancing over at their sparring match. The black-haired kid was putting up a good fight, despite the odds against him.

As I was about to try a new move I had seen another person doing, a loud amount of shocked noises caught my attention. Quickly turning around, I saw Luke completely shocked with his sword on the ground, and the black-haired, now wet, boy had his sword on his chest. The unexpected turn of events left the training arena filled with an air of surprise.

I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. A new kid managing to outmaneuver Luke of all people? It felt like a scene from some main character's story. The unexpected twist added a touch of excitement to the routine training day at camp.

I decided to end my training there and watched the two spar. "Come on, Percy, do it again," Luke urged him on. Percy looked confident but failed miserably. He tried again, but luck seemed to escape him. Whether it was beginner's luck or stage fright, I found myself getting bored and decided to leave the arena.

I went back to my cabin when I heard panting behind me. "W-Wait!!!" I turned around to face an out-of-breath boy, now identified as Percy. "Hm?" "I, uh..." He looked down, embarrassed, before looking up again. "I, uh, want your help with training!" "Me? Why me?" "I-I look, can you just train me?" I thought it over for a second before sighing, "Alright."

We headed back to the training arena together, and Percy seemed eager to learn. As we practiced various moves, I could see the determination in his eyes. Despite his initial struggles, there was a spark of potential that caught my attention. It turned out, helping Percy train wasn't as boring as I initially thought, and the camaraderie built during the session made it a worthwhile.

"You're doing better than most people already, but we really need to find you a balanced sword."

"Yeah..." Percy chuckled nervously.

"Well, that's it for today. We should get going to the campfire before we're late."

"But I was having so much fun!" Percy whined.

"Yeah, yeah, come on. Let's go," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

As we walked towards the campfire, Percy continued to express his enthusiasm for the training. He seemed genuinely excited about learning and improving his skills. Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself appreciating the newfound bonding time. Perhaps helping Percy was a break from the routine I needed, and the anticipation of future training sessions brought an unexpected sense of enjoyment.

As we sat down near the fire, we ended up sharing stories about our lives before we discovered we were demigods. Our tales flowed until I was interrupted by a girl—it was Annabeth. She walked over and sat down next to me, her beautiful gray eyes shining due to the fire. The unexpected interruption added a new dynamic to our storytelling, and Annabeth's presence brought a certain warmth to me.

Percy looked at me, sensing something was up, but I couldn't stop staring into Annabeth's eyes to notice or care. "Y/n?" He tapped me slightly. "Huh!? Yeah?!" He had an unreadable expression. "Like I was saying, I had a bad stepdad and-" He went back to talking about his life as I tried not to get lost in Annabeth's eyes, attempting to refocus on Percy's story.

We kept talking, but Annabeth left as swiftly as she joined our conversation. Despite my attempts to focus on Percy's words, my eyes would occasionally wander to her. Each time, I'd be met with the annoyed expression of Percy, who seemed determined to keep my attention on our discussion.

As we said our goodbyes and went to our respective cabins, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The weird pit in my stomach persisted, like of the moments when Annabeth walked near me. However, she wasn't nearby, and I couldn't understand why I felt this way, especially since I didn't have similar feelings for anyone else. The mystery of the unsettling sensation lingered as I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

As I woke up again, that peculiar pit in my stomach persisted, a mix of uncertainty and an inexplicable emotion. Nevertheless, I carried on with my usual routine—fixing my hair and heading to the dining hall. When I saw Percy, a genuine smile couldn't help but grace my face. We sat down, engrossed in conversations about games and our favorite things. Eventually, our routine fell into a pattern: waking up, sharing meals, training, and the recurring unsettling feeling before sleep. The cycle repeated, leaving me grappling with the strange emotions that accompanied each day week after week.”

It wasn't until one day, as we sat at the campfire, Percy seemed about to confess something when Annabeth interrupted. "Y/n!?" "Yes, Annabeth?" I looked up at her. "I'm bored, wanna hang out after this!?" "Uh, maybe?" I laughed nervously. "I mean, it sounds like fun?" "Okay, let me grab something first!" She walked off. When I turned back to Percy, he seemed off. "What were you saying?" "Forget it." "What's wrong?" "Nothing, just tired. I'm going to sleep early." "Oh? Uh, okay, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite." "Cringe." Percy walked off, and Annabeth came back, smiling. The odd pit in my stomach returned but it seems lesser than before.

The dynamic between Percy and Annabeth created a tug-of-war for my attention. As I spent more time with Annabeth, Percy's frustration grew evident. He'd storm off, only to return later, calmer, and ask to do something together. The constant cycle left me torn between the two, and the struggle to balance their presence in my life was becoming increasingly challenging. The lack of alone time added to the complexity of the situation, making it difficult to navigate my feelings and commitments to both Percy and Annabeth.

"But you promised to train with me today, Y/n!" Percy nagged loudly. "Well, she's going to help me in hand-to-hand combat!" Annabeth replied snarkily. The constant bickering between them had become unbearable. They both wanted me by their side 24/7, and I was tired of it.

"Enough! I am leaving and going to do something on my own! Leave me alone!" I snapped back before storming off into the forest, seeking some much-needed solitude.

The rustling leaves and distant sounds of the forest provided a momentary escape. As I walked deeper into the woods, the weight of the conflicting demands from Percy and Annabeth lifted, replaced by a sense of freedom. It was a much-needed respite from the incessant tug-of-war for my attention.

In the quiet of the forest, I reflected on the complexity of the situation. The constant struggle to balance my time between two friends, each with their own expectations, had become overwhelming. The solitude allowed me to gather my thoughts and decide what I truly wanted, away from the pressures of their competing desires.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I heard rustling and turned to the noise. "Hey, Y/n..." It was Percy again, offering a small, shy smile. "Can I sit down?" Sighing, I nodded, staring at the sky. "I'm sorry, but I just really like you. I like spending time with you." "Mhm," I replied, not wanting this conversation.

"I think there's something I should tell you," Percy said. I turned to look at him. "Hm?" "I-I think I like you!" He blurted out loud, his face turning a light pink. The revelation added a new layer to the already complicated situation, leaving me at a loss for words.

The revelation hit me like a tidal wave, the pit in my stomach now a tangled mess of confusion. "Huh!?" I stammered. "I'm sorry, but I just do!" Percy's admission left me reeling. It made sense, but the realization was unexpected. I wasn't a mess because of Annabeth well not right now; I was a mess because I liked Percy. He was the reason for the strange emotions that plagued my days and nights. The tangled web of feelings unfolded, and I found myself navigating uncharted territory.

"I'm sorry, we can still be frien-" Without thinking, I quickly pulled him into a kiss, shocking him. He relaxed right away and kissed back. In that moment, I had never felt so... good? The unexpected turn of events left us both caught in the intensity of the kiss, a cascade of emotions and newfound clarity washing over me.

We both pulled away, a blushing mess. "D-Do you like me, then...?" Percy asked nervously. "Are you dumb?" I teased. "Very..." We laughed, and I helped him stand up. "Let's go to the campfire before we're late." "Yes, Ma'am!" he replied playfully. "Dork."

We walked back to the campfire, holding hands, and sat down in our usual seat. I laid my head on his shoulder, laughing quietly to myself. "What's so funny, Y/n?" Percy asked. "I hate cringy couples, yet here we are..." He rolled his eyes and laughed. Maybe cringy couples can have a few good moments.

I SHOULD GO TO SLEEP NOW I HAVE A BIG DAY TOMORROW ITS FINNA BE MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

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Your english is great so don't be ashamed! Whoever told you that is an idiot!

OKAY THIS IS A PROVOCATION I WILL DO IT /j Actually, I wrote this the same day you asked, but I was embarrassed to post it... So yes! You have been warned about my bad English :D

Falken x gn! reader fluff

You sighed heavily and leaned on your forehead against the cold wall of the corridor. From the very morning you felt weakness. You wanted to believe that it was only yesterday's mission, just a tiredness after difficult battle with miramons and nothing more. But the truth was clear - you got sick. And now head feels unbearably hot and heavy. In a good way, you should immediately go to one of the doctors and open a sick leave, but several people from your team already were seriously injured and stayed at home, so you didn’t want to let commander Falken down even more. Therefore, you crossed your fingers and believed that you could hold up until the evening and lie down tomorrow, during day off.

Thats why now you were facing the wall, hoping to cool your aching head in such a stupid way, without attracting too much attention to yourself. Falken's office is nearby, so happyly there no one around. All members of the Union tried to avoid meeting him, moreover making noise near his workplace. You didn't share their opinion. Yes, commander Falken seemed cold, but for some reason no one even tried to get to know him better and understand that he is not scary at all. You were lucky to find a common language with him. Starting with awkward questions about weather or today's menu and equally awkward answers, step by step you started talking more in your free time. You gladly agreed to walk together to the canteen or library. Falken even smiled when you joked. At least, it seemed so to you, because the impenetrable gaze of predatory hawk eyes seemed so warm at such moments. Well, you really wanted it to be truth. You were in love with Falken and couldn't deny it.

“y\n?”

You flinched when you heard his voice. Oh no. Of course you didn't think that your crash could come out of his own office, which is two steps away from here. Great job, idiot.

“C-commander Falken?”

“You look bad.”

“You have the eyes of a falcon, commander” you tried to joke, but this time he didn’t even raise an eyebrow

“You are ill…” he didn't ask, he asserted.

He frowned, looking you up and down, his gaze was heavy and attentive, as if he was trying to pin you to the floor. Finally, he stopped at your painfully red face, squinting a little. Your head, hot with fever, considered this look as condemning. Feelings of guilt pricked your heart. More than anything, you didn't want to upset Falken any more.

“Excuse me commander! I know I'm letting you down. But I promise I'll be in better shape for the next mission!”

“Don't be silly, you'll only make things worse." Falken interrupted, shaking his head. “Immediately go to the doctor and take sick leave.”

“But…!”

"That's an order.”

Heart sank painfully. He is right. It's not certain that you'll be better in a couple of days, and like any other commander, Falken doesn't need a sneezing and coughing burden on a serious mission.

***

The next day, you just slept and took the medicine prescribed by Heng Yue. Headache and suffocating heat didn’t allow to rise from the bed, weakness fettered the limbs. Every muscle in your body ached painfully. It was as if you were crushed by a red-hot anvil, and your inflamed and restless mind kept returning you back to the corridor where you last saw Falken, repeating his words. And how did you manage to get sick at such an inconvenient moment?

A day later temperature finally subsided and you were able to walk unsteadily to the bathroom and bring yourself back to normal. A sudden call pierced the silence of the apartment. You walked towards the door in surprise. Maybe one of your friends decided to visit?

Falken stood in the doorway. You blinked.

“Commander Falken! What are you doing here?”

“I accidentally heard that your friends couldn't get through to you. When I tried it myself, your phone was off. So I came to check if everything is ok.”

His gaze no longer seemed as heavy as last time. Falken looked at your face, worry flickering in his eyes. Light eyebrows seemed to break, expressing sincere regret.

“Sorry, I should have sent you on the day off earlier. You've been working so hard lately…”

“I thought you were angry?”

“For what? It's my fault. I managed to get used to the fact that you are always there and help me, that I did not think about your health at all. I'm sorry.”

The sincere tone of his voice made you feel embarrassed. Falken… worried about you? And felt guilty? These thoughts excited your heart, which beat like a jackhammer, dispersing unexpectedly hot blood through your body. Unlike the temperature, this heat feels nice.

“No, it's not your fault!”

The voice sounded unexpectedly loud, repeatedly bouncing off the empty walls. It's only now that you realize that you're still keeping Falken at the doorstep of your apartment.

“Oh, sorry! Please, come in! I… oh, I wasn't expecting guests…” you mumbled absently, looking nervously around inside your house.

“Should I leave?” Falken asked calmly, stopping in mid-step.

“Not! It's just a little messy…”

“Don't worry about it, I came to check how you feel, not how you clean your house. Can you take me to the kitchen? I brought something for dinner.”

You escorted Falken in the right direction. Did he bring something for dinner? What could it be…? You haven't eaten for more than a day, so the thought of food involuntarily woke up your stomach, which immediately emitted a hungry rumbling. Falken set down a bag from ShrimpDog on the table.

"Your cheeks are red. Everything is fine?"

"It's great! Yeah, pretty good, thanks!"

May the gods save your soul, you're so excited.

Falken didn't seem to believe you. However, he did not say anything and only pulled containers with still hot food out of the bag. It was your favorite dish. You swallowed your saliva and stared at the food, surprised by such a lucky coincidence.

"Commander, this is my favorite dish! How did you guess?"

"But you told me about it yourself, didn't you?"

“When?!”

“A month ago. We were on patrol and we passed by the ShrimpDog, you said they make your favorite dish. I thought it would cheer you up.”

“Oh, so you remember it…”

“Of course. I really enjoy talking with you, you tell a lot of interesting things that I myself have never paid attention to.”

Your ears burned with embarrassment. It was very, very nice, but you never thought that one day you would actually hear it from him.

“I'm glad to hear it, commander”

“Just Falken.” Through the dark mask, you could see his soft smile. “You should eat before it gets cold.”

Fresh and tasty food from favorite restaurant not only filled hungry stomach, but also made you incredibly happy. Your lips curled into a gentle smile. A pleasant feeling of satiety and satisfaction spread throughout the body, driving away the remnants of painful weakness and fatigue after fighting the temperature. Now you really feel better. Thanks to Falken. He, in turn, silently watched you all this time, resting his chin on his palm in a strict leather glove with sharp golden claws. His eyes followed the expression on your face.

“Do I have food on my face?” you asked, grabbing a napkin.

“No, no, it's fine. Sorry, didn't mean to stare. You just look happy. It makes me happy too.”

You nearly choked in surprise. How can he say such nice things to you with such an impenetrable face…

“Yeah, I really like this dish. Thanks again, Falken.”

“I heard that many members of Union like this place.”

“Just heard? Have you ever been there?”

“No, never.” He paused, rubbing his neck. “Can I ask you to go there together when you get better?”

Your cheeks are on fire again. If it wasn't for the sore throat, you would have gone there with him right now.

“Sure, with pleasure!”

Falken smiled softly again, nodding his thanks.

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