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bangteamhyuk · 3 years

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Moving On

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Producer! Min Yoongi

Warning: mentions of sex, angst, contains heavy argument (One Shot)

Word count: 3,850k

Synopsis: You went back with Yoongi to your old apartment before moving on to the next. While cleaning, fixing, and rummaging all of the things inside, you two began to reminisce your life when you were still building your dreams together. Until he saw his old broken piano, then reality hits the two of you.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” you tried to catch your breath after rushing on to the stairs. Three floors were pretty tough for someone bringing cleaning tools, while hoping not to disappoint the person who was waiting for you for half an hour on the other end.

Yoongi turned around and crouched down a bit to see if you are fine “It’s okay. I’m sure you have reasons” He took the broomstick from your hand and put it together with the big vacuum cleaner he was holding. He paused for a moment and smiled at the sight of a white but clear oval diamond ring you were wearing. Your engagement rings.

You quickly blushed and turned away, flustered at the sight of Yoongi smiling at you. “Bunch of Min residents. Still cracks me up” you chuckled at the stick figure faces of you and Yoongi looking mean as the welcome door mat.

“Yeah, you thought of that” he pulled out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

“But you were the one who drew those faces, Yoongi Matisse” you remarked as you fixed your hair. He scoffed as he put on his hairband.

“Ready to clean our stuff?” he asked. You nodded.

Yoongi went inside first and opened the curtain from the window on the front, giving light inside the studio apartment that were filled with dusts and memories. You followed. You turned around to see cobwebs around the table occupied with pictures, knick-knacks from all the travel you two had been, and even crumpled grocery receipts hidden on the side.

“5 good years huh?” you spoke, brushing your finger on the table to see how much dirt occurred over the years.

“Uhuh, 5 good years, and now we’re ready to move out Y/N” he replied.

“Look if we put the couch on the center, our visitor might think we’re bunch of couch potatoes. First impression last babe” you reasoned, as you sat beside Yoongi on the bare wooden floor of the room.

He shook his head “Y/N, I’m just saying that we needed to be reminded that it’s okay to rest once we get home, that’s why I was thinking that the couch should be there. Besides are we really going to admit and entertain guess here?” he gave you one tough argument that was hard not to consider.

“Ok fine, but what if I’m feeling a little frisky and want to do it while we watch TV? And then a burglar came from the door, right?” you turn to look at him with conviction in your eyes then continued “All I’m trying to say is that, putting it on the center have its disadvantage. Would you want your dick to be seen by a stranger, worse to a voyeur burglar?” you raised your arms and pointed it with your open palms at a non-existent couch against the other side of the empty room.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth in disgust “I can’t believe hearing this poor argument just to convince me in putting…” he paused then sighed “Fine, let’s put the TV and couch on the right side and the dinner table at the center” he conceded.

“Happy girlfriend equals happy life” you smiled at your victory. Yoongi turned to you and smiled dryly. You chuckled.

“We’re going to build our dreams here…” he spoke softly while staring at the open window in the midst of vacant space between the two of you. You stared at him and lingered for a moment.

“Yes, we will” you smiled, as you turned to stare at the open window as well, filling the bareness of the room with all your hopes and dreams together, as you closed your eyes.

“Achoo!” you sneezed as you open your eyes again, while patting the dusted couch and pulling the cushion seats out. Yoongi was mopping the hardwood floor, while you on the other hand was preparing to vacuum the old couch. Suddenly you saw something, you didn’t expect.

“Ugh Yoongi!” you burst into laughter. “What?” Yoongi quickly went towards you on the old couch as you pulled out something hidden underneath the seat.

“Your dried out condom! Ugh, gross!” you exclaimed as he grinned showing you his gummy smile that you love so dearly “I told you to put them to the trash, every time! Ugh! Good thing I found it before we sell these…” your face turned sour as you held on its tip and quickly tossed it on to the trash bin. “You know what, I think we should hand them over to the cleaners first before selling them. It’s been unused for 2 years…”

“You know for 5 years since we planned to put furniture on our place, I just realized we had a really great time with that couch” he stressed the world ‘really’ which made you blushed immediately, and well a bit annoyed at the same time. “Not once did we had any visitor, not even that voyeur burglar you were talking about” he raised one of his eye brow and smirked.

You quickly pulled out the dusted pillow and threw at him. “What? I’m just saying it wouldn’t matter if we put it on the center or not.” he laughed.

“Okay, Nostradamus. Let’s get back to business. I have book signing to attend to later” you turned your back to continue cleaning the couch while you heard him chuckle once more and resumed to mop the floor.

“What’s this surprise?” you tried to reach out for something, while Yoongi was making sure you can’t see anything through the blindfold.

“Take another two steps to the front. Here. Great. Now! The big reveal!” he slowly opened the blindfold as he showed you his D-I-Y wooden desk situated beside the apartment’s lone window.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” You gasped. “You made these? Even the succulents on the desk?” you hurriedly went to your new work desk and examined everything over and underneath it. You opened one of the drawers and saw a 20-dollar cat design fountain pen you’ve been eyeing for weeks in the department store “Yoongi, thank you!” you held it to your chest.

“Well, I did the wood work but not the succulents. I just..” he scratched the back of his neck. “add that for a little touch, you know, something to ease your stress when writing stories”

You quickly ran up to him for a kiss. “Yoongi, thank you! I love it! I love you!” he grinned.

“Can you kiss me again? Maybe deepen it?” you obliged, but parted for a second. “But if my work space is on the window then… where is yours?” you asked.

He shrugs. “I can stay at our bed. I mean, I’m sure you don’t make much sound when your busy so it’s okay. I just needed a laptop and my guitar to make music” you smiled weakly. “It’s really okay babe, it’s a win-win situation. Look at this way, if you put my workspace near the window, I might include unnecessary noise from the outside. This is great!” he hugged you tight, assuring you that all is well.

“We’ll make our dreams happen in this apartment, you and I” he kissed your forehead, reminding you that you are not alone in this city trying to make it big one day. “I’m here for you always Y/N”

“I’ll always be here for you too Yoongi. We will definitely make it happen” you closed your eyes, and rest your head on his chest. You two stayed like that for a while.

“How much do you think this desk would cost?” you tap the pen on your cheek.

“I deserve a $200 for this!” he pointed at the desk. “It took me a day to figure out how to assemble everything, and I had to scratch each side with a small sandpaper for an hour Y/N! An hour! Just so you wouldn’t get hurt over its sharp edges. So yes, I demand a $200 refund for this!” he raised his eyebrow to show you how much he protests at the thought of not being able to find a just compensation for his hard work.

“But Yoongi, it’s been used for over 3 years and unused for over 2, so expect it has some scratches around and the faint smell of old wood, so $100?” you examined the whole piece, while waiting for Yoongi to agree

He closed his eyes and shook his head “175!”

“150? Last price” you faced him.

“Fine. 150” he sighed, finally agreeing to the unjust price. You then wrote the price on the note pad.

Yoongi crouched down and rummaged through the piles of things on the floor, left untouched for 2 years and saw something familiar.

“Yoongi, what if we include the chair and then we can ask for $200 deal—” you stopped midway as you saw Yoongi pulled out his electric piano, all broken.

“Open the box babe!” you watched him open the huge ribbon and tore out the wrapper on the floor. You went to the table and refilled two glasses with cheap wine.

“Oh babe, you don’t have to” he gently pulled the brand new portable electric piano from the box.

“Happy 3rd anniversary!” you handed over his share of wine. As he pulled you down to where he sat, and you fell on his lap. “Oops, careful the wine might---” He didn’t even let you finish when he kissed you hard just to show you how grateful he was for the gift.

“Mmm…” you chuckled as you parted from the kiss and turn to the piano. You brushed your fingertips at the piano keys and smile “The greatest song of all time will be made here, in this piano. I’m claiming it!”

He hugged you tight as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “I definitely will. I love you so much!”

“You know, we can still have that fixed and sell it for…”

“No!” he exclaimed sternly. “I’ll keep it” he looked down; a bit embarrassed at his quick reaction.

You looked away, unsure what to say. You thought it was useless to keep something old and broken, but you guess it’s better that way. To let him keep a piece of you, the old you that he once knew.

“Congratulation’s Min Yoongi!” you popped the party pooper from the front door surprising Yoongi.

“Didn’t you see the live steam? The song I produced didn’t won” he closed the door and tossed the key to table.

“Doesn’t matter, the real winner is at home now! Yay!” you blew the party horn from his side, playfully tickling his ears. He brushed it down and pulled himself away, clearly annoyed.

You followed him still “It was great! The KMA failed to recognize it this year, who knows the next song you produ--- ”

“I don’t care about next year, or the next, and the next after that! It’s been 3 years, Y/N. 3 years since we’ve moved here and where has it gotten us? Nowhere!” he snapped.

You opened your mouth but quickly withdrew as you knew that saying anything further might make him more upset. “Baby, I…” you pulled him for a hug and gently stroke his back. “I understand how frustrated you are…” he shook his head and gently stepped away.

“No, you don’t. It’s easy for you to say, having a stable office job while you write as a hobby. But I only know how to produce music, it’s the only job I know! You don’t get to know, because you don’t have to rely for an award to know how good or shitty your stories are!” he snapped in anger.

You bit your lips and tried to process the situation, hoping you’ll say something to make him feel okay “Yoongi, I’m sorry that I don’t get to know that, but you know that I didn’t have much choice, but if I could I wanted to write full-time and you know that… We needed something on our table and---”

“So, it’s my fault now? That doing pizza delivery as part-time is not enough?” he didn’t even let you finished.

“I’m not saying that!” you finally cried, as you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands in frustration.

“Well then, tell me what? Because I find it hard to convince myself that it is not what you meant” he gave a sarcastic chuckle.

“Yoongi, why are we doing this? I’m just trying to help. Didn’t you say we’re going to make our dreams come true in this city, in this place, together!?”

“Well, you’re not helping, and clearly it isn’t happening.” He looked away as he took the opened bottle of wine you left on the table and chugged on it.

You looked to the ceiling and let out a long sigh “You know, I tried. For 3 years…” you nodded to yourself as you stared at the ceiling for a moment then at Yoongi. “I’ve seen you struggled. I’ve seen you succeed. I’ve seen you at your best and your worst. I saw you strive hard than anyone can in making songs, several of it! It was great, and I’m not just saying it because you’re my boyfriend but because I believe in you Yoongi. I believe in you, because I love you. I trust you no matter what, I trust that you’ll make it happen… Make US happen!” you paused.

“…But the way that’s been going lately? The way you pushed me aside, not wanting to talk things over. Having more arguments with you each day. Aren’t you tired? Instead of growing together, we’re just…growing apart!” you continued, shutting your eyes to the cold reality. You took a deep breath and pulled a glass from the kitchen sink and filled it water. You drank a glass full of it, hoping it’ll drown down the pain. He fell silent.

“You know what? Let’s…” you sighed at the thought “Break-up” you took your spare key and your bag hanging from the wall.

“Fine, leave!” he hit something aimlessly and heard a shriek of mismatched melody from the electric piano. You turned your back to see it, the electric piano you bought for him, broken and damaged. Like the way you and Yoongi are…

Silence.

You cleared your throat and began writing notes on your pad.

“When’s the wedding?” he turned to you while you sat a far from him.

“Next year, June 1st” you replied softly, resisting to look his way.

“Park Jimin’s a good guy…” he smiled weakly.

“He is.” You nodded. Then silence.

The only thing that broke the monotony of stillness between you and Yoongi within those four walls, was the sudden sound of a person knocking on the door from the other side. Yoongi slowly stood up, and went to the door to open and see who it was.

“Well, speak of the devil” he bit his lip and smiled at him. He wasn’t bitter or anything, in fact his smile was sincere after seeing what was in front of him, a genuine smile from you upon seeing the person you love, even if it was not him any longer.

He thought how bittersweet it was, to be someone looking through a window from the outside looking in, because he once knew what it feels like to be the source of your happiness. That smile he vividly recalls, even when he closed his eyes. Every outline, every mole, everything about you, he commits to memory even now that you’re gone.

“Are you ready for your book signing love?” Jimin chuckled.

“Did you get me food on the way?” you narrowed your prying eyes towards Jimin

He nodded “Cheeseburger with double patties, no onions but with extra pickles” he tilts his head to have you scoot over to his side.

You grinned, as you took your purse and ran towards Jimin. “See you tomorrow then? For the contract signing with Mrs. Song?” you turned your back to remind Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. “This apartment is already sold, so we just need our signatures to seal all deals”

“Mm, well, thanks. Congratulations by the way for winning KMA and MAMA for 2 consecutive years” you smiled.

“Well, the performer has a big participation to it too” he turned towards Jimin, as he shyly smiled and shook his head. “Hyung, really it’s the best music of all time!”

He raised his shoulder and looked at the dusted piano left on the floor “Not nearly, no…”

“Guess we’ll see each other around?” Jimin smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, see you” Yoongi smiled and watched you two leave.

Jimin helped you with your seatbelt as he pulled out something from the backseat.

“Iced Café Latte with grainy sugar for my beloved fiancé” he handed out

“How come you always knew the perfect time I want my coffee?” he shrugs.

“I’ve gotten some information” he winks at you and started the engine.

“Hyung, there you are. I’ve been looking for you” Jimin sat beside Yoongi under a cherry blossom outside their music studio office.

“It’s break time and it’s spring, when can I have my peace?” he turned away, looking annoyed.

“Well, I’ve been thinking if we can add more lyrics to this verse? And…” Yoongi’s phone suddenly rang to notify a text, as Jimin’s eyes widened when he saw his phone glow, displaying a photo of you that Yoongi took when you two were still together. “You know Y/N?”

“Yeah, why?” Yoongi tilt his head, clearly confused as to why Jimin knew who you are.

“But he’s my girlfriend, hyung!” he stood up, almost as if ready to fight.

“Well, um, this awkward” he squint his eyes, unbothered at Jimin’s reaction “I didn’t know really that you are…” he opened his mouth then withdrew, finding words how to explain the situation “I don’t know how to say this to you but, he’s my ex”

The two of them, chatted for a while, agreeing on things that annoys Jimin and the things you used to annoy Yoongi.

“Do you still love her?” Jimin turned to Yoongi, his face sullen, hoping that he would like to hear Yoongi’s answer from his query.

He breathed hard “You know kid, you’ll never stop loving a person even if they’re gone. Even if you were left by time, leaving you to oblivion, making you a faint memory from that person. You just don’t” he took his coffee from the vending machine that was sitting on his side and drank before he continued.

“But that doesn’t mean you want that person to be there for you forever. Knowing that she’s happy, well even more happy without me by his side, that’s more than enough. Isn’t that what love is supposed to be? Even when it doesn’t feel like romance, it changes into something, something that transcends beyond it. I can’t explain kid, but you’ll understand it someday” he turned to Jimin, hoping he didn’t touch a nerve that would make him angry.

“I really love her, hyung. My manager’s pretty upset about this whole relationship situation but I couldn’t care anymore. If they find out about us or not, I don’t care! I’d rather admit the truth than deny and hurt her, she doesn’t deserve that. I just, I feel like she’s the one even when she’s moody and all” Jimin shyly confessed.

Yoongi nods “Jimin, you should know several things so you could avoid argument with Y/N. First, of all never underestimate her love for coffee. Never.” He straightened his palm to emphasize his statement.

“She loves coffee first thing in the morning, do not talk to her without her having a coffee yet, under any circumstance. Well, unless you don’t want a great day ahead of you, you could, but I do not recommend it all. Speaking of coffee, she would want one after having a stressful day or any stressful situation she was in. But this is important, take note, she likes sweet coffee and bitter ones on the morning.”

Jimin listened to him attentively as Yoongi continued “If she writes story, she’ll want you to read it from start to end. Do it and be honest, she hates mediocre comments so you have to be tedious about reading it. She loves it when you ask, so that’s a tip. If you fail to read everything, you can ask her. Oh, but be careful about your questions, because she’ll know when you didn’t read it all and she’ll be really upset”

Yoongi chuckled upon remembering how you love to eat unlimited BBQs “She also loves meat, like seriously a lot! So treat her to BBQs every often or else she’ll get moody for a month. She’s a heavy drinker too, so ready your liver and try to keep up with her. And lastly, never end the day without telling her how you truly feel, she’ll appreciate it, whatever it is that’s on your mind tell her. I can see the way she looks at you in that picture” he peered through Jimin’s phone on the side which was glowing due to several notifications “because that was how she used to look at me too. I bet she’ll understand you. She now loves you Jimin.”

It was already night time when Yoongi finished cleaning the room and putting everything that you two wanted to sell inside a big box. Yoongi looks at the broken piano and stared at it for a moment “I guess the greatest song of all time were never made” he stood up, picked it up and took it with him, as walked towards the door way.

He looked at the empty room, one last time “This place still smells like us, let’s not forget this scent wherever we are” he spoke softly to himself and turned the lights off.

He closed the door and saw the doormat again.

“Bunch of Min residents” you drew on the doormat. He chuckled “That’s pretty witty, wait let me add a little touch” he took the marker from you and drew your faces which made you two laughed even harder.

“This is a masterpiece! We need everyone to see this!” you quickly went to the door and put it on the entryway.

Yoongi smiled as he watched you from the couch and sighed at the thought of wanting to be with you forever. He just knew from that moment on you were the one.

He rolled the mat from the floor and tossed it to the nearest trash bin.

He knew it was too late for regrets, but at the same time he knew it was for the better. Whatever happened in the past brought you two to where you are all supposed to be now: Happy, contented but apart.

All the memories, your hopes and dreams that you two shared together, are now gone. Cleaned to make room for another one.

He looked at the door and smiled weakly “Ijen, Annyeong (Goodbye now)” and left.

Let’s move Goodbye to this place, that we grew attached to Let’s move Now to a higher place While taking the last box out of the empty room I looked back for a moment Times we cried and laughed Goodbye now

Moving On- BTS

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for getting here. Hope you’ll also like the spin-off series for this: Seesaw (Teaser)

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ghstandpucks · 3 years

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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch. 9

Hi everyone! I hope you are all doing well! Sorry this chapter took forever! But I hope you enjoy it! I have the rest of the series planned out, and it should be about 6 more chapters. I’m excited about where it is going and I hope you are too! Stay healthy, safe, and enjoy! Let me know what you think! Tags are open!

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The following Wednesday you were at practice. Bednar had the team gathered in a semi-circle as he informed them of the upcoming schedule before the holidays. “Oh and Coach Y/L/N. In case you didn’t know, we are playing Anaheim this Sunday,” Bednar turned back toward you.

“Oh yay!” you said, clapping your hands together quickly. You couldn’t help but be excited to see some of your friends on the Ducks again. As soon as you said that though, you had many unapproving looks shot at you from the team. “I mean, oh no?”

“Who are you really rooting for Coach?” Tyson called out.

“You guys, obviously,” you stated flippantly. “I know how they skate and I know how their skating coach skates so we got this.” Bednar chuckled.

“I was going to ask if there is anything we should know about your time with the team?” he asked, and you looked at him questioningly.

“No?” you said, confused at where he was going with this.

“Just asking. Hockey players make comments and I would like for us to be prepared if they say anything about you,” he explained.

“Oh,” you said, and thought for a second. “To be honest, I was mostly just around them for a quick showcase, charity events, or galas that they had. I have a few good friends from the team but I don’t think they would really say anything. I was more like everyone’s little sister when I was with them,” you said and everyone nodded. “Oh! If you hear the term ‘little dove’, that’s me.”

“Little dove?” Gabe asked, and you shrugged.

“A few called me little duck at first. But then after a showcase at one of their events I had performed in this greyish-pink dress and Getzlaf started to call me little dove. The rest of the team just followed along,” you explained. You caught eyes with Nate, and he smiled softly. You had just told him about that nickname last week when he saw a comment on your Instagram post from Hampus Lindholm. You had posted a funny picture from practice of Tyson laying flat on the ice and you doubled over laughing at him because he had seemingly tripped over nothing. You accompanied it with a caption of how the team always seems to brighten your day with a laughing emoji. Hampus commented “We feel so betrayed little dove.”

After practice that day, Nate was over at your apartment after having gone to the store to get stuff for dinner. You wanted to cook that night, so he thought it was only fair if he bought the groceries. Since the two of you had started dating, you tended to stay in at his or your place, not wanting to fuel rumors. A picture of the two of you dancing at the gala was posted recently, the media team not thinking much of it, but oh boy did it spread like wildfire. While your fans thought it was cute, Nate’s fans were a mix. You were starting to see how vicious some hockey fans could be.

You were finishing the shrimp for shrimp scampi when Nate came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I have a question,” he mumbled into the hair at the top of your head. You hummed, encouraging him to go on. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked. You smiled, forgetting that it was already December.

“Nothing,” you said simply.

“There has to be something,” Nate stole a shrimp from the pan and you batted his hand away. He chuckled and kissed your cheek. You finished the dish, turned off the stove, and turned to face him.

“Well, there is something,” you smiled up at him. Nate smiled back at you, raising his eyebrow in question. “A unicorn.” Nate’s face fell and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Seriously Y/N?”

“Actually, in all seriousness, I want a unicorn that poops rainbows. But I know those are hard to find,” you laughed as Nate rolled his eyes at you. He maneuvered you away from the stove and lifted you onto the counter, standing in between your legs.

“Why are you being difficult?” Nate asked, humor in his voice.

“Well what do you want for Christmas?” you asked, smiling widely at him. Nate shrugged.

“I don’t need anything,” he said.

“It’s not about what you need. What do you want?”

“Nothing.” Nate smiled mockingly at you.

“You can’t say nothing and expect me to tell you something!” You laughed. The conversation went on like this for another 10 minutes, neither one of you giving in. You kept up with wanting a unicorn, much to Nate’s dismay. He knew he wasn’t the most romantic, and really wanted to get this right with you. Since he wouldn’t tell you anything though, you didn’t budge either. It seemed like you had both met your match when it came to stubbornness.

A while later, Nate had just got out of the shower and you were finishing putting the dishes away from dinner. As you turned your lights off and made sure your front door was locked, you looked out the window and immediately smiled. It was snowing. Running into your bedroom, you started to grab your big coat and a beanie, shoving your feet into a pair of boots. “Going somewhere?” Nate asked as he walked out of the bathroom, highly confused.

“It’s snowing outside! Let’s go!” you squealed, throwing his shirt and sweatshirt at him.

“This isn’t the first time it’s snowed since you’ve been here Y/N,” Nate chuckled, but continued to get dressed to go outside.

“Yes, but it usually happens when I’m sleeping or at the rink! I haven’t been out while it’s snowing yet!” You bounced around your room, continuing to check the window to make sure snow was still falling.

“It’s just snow,” Nate said, finally finishing putting his shoes on. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to your front door.

“Yes, but I’m from Southern California! I always had to drive to the snow. I want to go outside while it’s coming down actually!” You grabbed your keys and left your apartment. Nate allowed you to drag him along, silently amused at your excitement. Luckily for the two of you, your apartment building had a secluded courtyard in the middle so you didn’t have to go out front to the main street. This allowed Nate and you not to worry about being seen together this late at night. That would definitely be the source of more speculation.

Once outside, you giggled with excitement and ran to the middle of the empty courtyard. Looking up toward the sky, you stuck your tongue out to catch the snow as it came down. Nate walked up beside you and grabbed your hand. You took out your phone and had Nate take a picture of the two of you, realizing you really didn’t have any. What better way to commemorate your first snow in Colorado than with Nate? After spinning around all excited for a moment, you walked back over to Nate and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his sweatshirt as your nose was starting to freeze. Nate held you close to him, looking down and tilting your chin up so you met his eyes. He chuckled softly at your red cheeks and nose, leaning down and fitting his lips to yours. The two of you stood there for a moment, lost in a blissful bubble you had created. You pulled away slightly and shivered, the cold starting to get to you. Nate smiled softly and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get you inside before you freeze,” he muttered, taking your hand and leading you back up to your apartment. Once back in your apartment and in your pajamas, you crawled into bed and over to Nate who was already laying down looking through his phone. You cuddled into his side and weaved your legs with his.

“Jesus babe! Your feet are freezing!” he jumped slightly, putting his phone down. You laughed but didn’t move.

“Poor circulation from tying my skates too tight over the years. Sorry,” you giggled. Nate shook his head, but didn’t bother moving. If being with you meant dealing with cold feet, he didn’t think that was a bad price to pay.

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Sunday had arrived and it brought with it the Ducks. You were currently standing by the bench with the other coaches as the team was warming up. You had just finished talking with Bradie Tennell, the skating coach for the Ducks. The two of you were on the Olympic team together and had become good friends. She let you know that the team had been good to her so far, and that made you happy. You were leaning against the board when Ryan Getzlaf skated up to you.

“How are they treating you, little dove?” he asked, and you smiled at the familiarity of the name. The question didn’t surprise you; he had always been protective. You were young and talented when you first started to skate in Anaheim, and some of the rookies took interest in you. Being so focused on making the Olympic team though, you barley noticed. The captain announced one practice that you were off limits, and they complied. After that it seemed the whole team had become extra protective of you.

“Good! They’re a good group. I like it here,” you answered honestly. He nodded and looked back out over the ice.

“Is that why it looks like I’m about to get in a fight with 29 tonight?” Ryan smirked at you. You found Nate on the ice and smiled at him, and the tension in his jaw seemed to release as he went back to what he was doing. Nate knew you were friends with the Ducks and figured some may go talk to you; but he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy that they could talk to you so openly and no one would question it while the two of you had to date secretly.

“He’s just protective like you are,” you tried to laugh it off, but Ryan gave you a look that said you were not fooling him. You smiled sweetly and he shook his head.

“Whatever you say little dove,” Ryan said and skated off.

“Be nice!” you yelled after him and he let out a laugh.

“Will you stop fraternizing with the enemy Coach?” Tyson asked skating into the box.

“Just for you Tyson,” you winked at him.

Later, the third period had just began and the teams were tied. The whole game had been a back and forth with scoring. A few times when one of the Ducks would skate by, they would say hi, wave, or wink at you. The winking seemed to happen only when Nate was on the bench, and you were wondering if Ryan had said anything. You needed to work on being a better liar.

Nate was on the ice when Hampus Lindholm skated by before a face off. “You know, we were all sad when Y/N left us to come here. I would think she’s a good coach,” Hampus judged Nate’s reaction. Nate side-eyed him, but didn’t say anything. “She’s cute too,” Hampus pushed a bit further. The Ducks’ captain had said that chirping about Y/N was off limits, but he had also said he felt it may get under MacKinnon’s skin. When you talked about being friends with some of the Ducks, Hampus was one of them. He didn’t want to be disrespectful toward you, but he thought it would be fun to see if he could push the center’s buttons. Nate took a deep breath and continued to ignore him. “You know she was my date to a charity event once,” Hampus continued. Nate did know this; you had told him you went as friends since you were going to the charity also. He knew it was nothing, he knew Lindholm was trying to dig at him, but that doesn’t mean that it didn’t bother him. When the puck was dropped, Nate threw himself into the defenseman, promptly flattening him out on the ice.

Nothing was called and the play kept going, but you stood behind the bench with wide eyes. What had just happened? You were so distracted in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized the buzzard had gone off, signaling an Avs’ goal. Turning your attention back to the team celebrating at the end of the ice, you saw them all gathering around Nate. Of course you had missed it. That was the only score of the third period, the Avs winning 3-2.

After the game and interviews were done, you had said bye to some of the guys and Bradie. Nate had asked if you wanted to stay at his place that night, so you made your way to his apartment. You texted him that you were there, and he told you the front was unlocked. Upon walking into his apartment, he called you over to the couch where he was laying down and pulled you down on top of him. You gave him a quick kiss, then settled your chin on his chest, looking at him expectantly. “So,” you started. Nate knew where the conversation was going.

“You really did just go to the charity thing with Lindholm as friends, right?” he asked, furrowing his brow a little.

“Yeah, that’s all it was. Why?”

“He said you were his date,” Nate shrugged and started to play with your hair, twisting and untwisting a strand around his finger.

“As friends. I have no feelings for him whatsoever,” you explained, then realized why he was asking you to clarify. “Is that why you hit him so hard during the game?” Nate averted his eyes from you, slightly ashamed he let what Lindholm had said get to him. You giggled, knowing that was the issue. “Nate, babe. There was nothing there, nor will there every be anything there. And that goes for the rest of everyone. Don’t let it get to you okay,” you said, kissing him softly. You pulled away and rested your palm against his cheek. “Plus, he’s not my type.” That perked Nate right up.

“So, what is your type?” he wrapped his arms around you with a smirk.

“Big, burly, 6-foot Canadians with blue eyes who are just as stubborn as I am,” you smirked at him. Nate rolled his eyes, but laughed and pulled you in for another kiss. He flipped the two of you so that your back was to the couch now with him hovering over you. Nate started placing quick kisses all over your face and you giggled as his stubble tickled your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a while longer before ordering take out and getting ready for bed.

~ ~ ~

The holidays fast approached, and you were thankful the team had four days off for Christmas. You had already booked a flight back home for the morning of Christmas Eve, and would be flying back to Denver on the morning of the 26th. For you, going home was easy as it was only a two in a half hour flight. You had booked it when you first got the schedule back in September. You were starting to feel bad that not everyone on the team would be going home though, Nate included. If you had known that you would have been in any sort of relationship, you may have opted to stay as well. When you brought this up to Nate, he told you not to worry about it, and that he would even take you and pick you up from the airport.

On the 23rd, you and Nate had just got back to your apartment after having dinner with everyone who was still in town. Since there were multiple people going, you figured nothing would come of it to be seen out with Nate in public. The two of you were still keeping your relationship from mostly everyone on the team, so it was easy to act like you had been at practice. To anyone who didn’t know, it just looked like you two were good friends.

You showered and put your pajamas on, setting out your present for Nate on the coffee table and finding a movie to watch while he showered. You had settled on watching a Hallmark Christmas movie, because who doesn’t secretly love the cheesiness of it all? Nate sat down next to you on the couch and pulled you into his side. Placing a blanket over the both of you, you settled into watching the movie, pointedly trying to ignore the Christmas gift bag he had set down on the coffee table next to your gift to him.

After the movie, you turned the tv off and just enjoyed being in each other’s company. The only lights on were the Christmas lights from the fake tree you had set up, and other Christmas lights you had decorated with. Your apartment looked a bit like Christmas exploded in it, but it made you happy and Nate laugh. You made some hot chocolate, and sat back down facing Nate. Handing him his, you took a sip and set your mug down on the coffee table, in turn picking up your gift to him. “Present time!” you sang, handing him the gift. You weren’t sure what he would think of it, realizing it was difficult to buy for someone who seemingly had everything he wanted.

Nate unwrapped the gift, and smiled upon taking it out of the box. It was a wooden watch, one that you had found on Etsy. It was a dark stained wood that you had engraved on the back of the watch face. As Nate turned it over in his hands, he smiled wider and chuckled. You were able to convince the designer to engrave a hockey skate and a figure skate. Above the skates read “Merry Christmas” with the year, and both your initials. “I know you already have a watch, but I thought the wood was neat and I was excited when the person said they could engrave the skates on it, and…” you were cut off from your rambling by Nate pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“It’s perfect Y/N. Thank you,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead and admiring the thoughtful gift. He set it down and handed you the gift bag. You smiled while you took the tissue paper off the top, feeling fabric at the bottom of the bag and took it out. You laughed, seeing the familiar burgundy and blue. Holding it out in front of you, you saw the 29 on the arm, turning it around to see ‘MacKinnon’ on the back. While you unfolded it though, a smaller box fell into your lap. “I know you can’t wear it to games, but I wanted to get you my jersey,” Nate explained as you slipped it on over your pajama top.

“Thank you,” you said, blushing slightly and turning your attention to the box. Opening it up, you saw the most beautiful, small and delicate figure skate charm you had even seen. It was gold with diamonds encrusted into it. Taking it out of the box, you noticed it was attached to a delicate gold chain as a necklace. You turned it over in your hand, feeling something on the back of the charm. You giggled, noticing a ‘29’ engraved onto the back. “Nate, it’s beautiful.”

“I thought you could at least wear my number to games this way. If you don’t like it we can go get you something else,” Nate looked at you unsure, and you shook your head.

“Help me put it on?” you asked, and turned around. Nate deftly clasped the necklace together. “How does it look?”

“Perfect,” he said, and you grinned at him.

“I love it, thank you,” you said, and leaned in to kiss him. What was an innocent gesture quickly turned heated as Nate pulled you onto his lap, you straddling him. Your fingers carded through the hair at the nape of his neck as his hands pushed the hem of the jersey and your pajama shirt up, gripping your hips. You pulled back after some time, needing to take a breath and maneuvered yourself to where you were sitting in Nate’s lap and leaned your head on his shoulder. Nate chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you can’t wear my jersey to games. I don’t think I could concentrate,” he mumbled. You giggled and pecked his neck, the both of you settling back down.

The following morning Nate drove you to the airport. Thankful for his tinted windows, you kissed him quickly before anyone would figure out who the both of you were and grabbed your bags. “Merry Christmas Nate,” you said, slipping out of the car.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?” he said with a soft smile, and you felt your heart tug at the thought of leaving him for a few days. It struck you that this was the first time since September you wouldn’t be around him almost every day.

“I will,” you returned his smile. Nate quickly reached over the center counsel for your hand, bringing it up to his lips.

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he said lightly, realizing the same thing you were. You grabbed your bags and smiled, waving as you shut the door and headed into the airport. Nate made sure you were inside the building before he took off, not being bothered by the honks he was receiving from annoyed holiday travelers.

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Chapter 9 A Week Away

Chapter 9 of Blood Bound

Henry Cavill x Named OC

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Nina is back in America for the holiday and tries to have a good vacation despite being away from Henry and rising tensions in the donor community.

Warnings: riot heavy chapter, incorrect use of fireworks, mentions of blood, stitches, (if i missed some please let me know)

A/N: Here it is finally! I wanted this out weeks ago so i didnt really edit at all. Im sorry! Also thanks to @hellcaster901 and her ideas there is some drama on its way!! Enjoy! <3

“Wake up! It’s time for breakfast!” I grinned as a knee landed on my gut. I opened my eyes and saw Irene’s 11 year old cousin was jumping on us.

“Lucas, I swear to god if you don’t get out right now!” Irene teased, pushing him off of us.

“Geez, fine!” He giggled and ran out. “But it really is time for breakfast.” He yelled back at us.

“He’s lucky he’s young. Otherwise I might kill him.” I laughed.

“Come on, let’s get up.” We got out of bed and went downstairs. I smelled bacon and coffee as we entered the kitchen. There were sounds of glass clinking together and silverware being jostled around.

“There you two are, always the last ones up.” Mom was pushing around a large pan of scrambled eggs. “Irene go help your cousin set the table, Nina, honey, will you put some more coffee on? The aunts are guzzling it down.”

“Sure, mom.” Irene went to the table and I went to the coffee pot. The thing was already empty so I just loaded the new grounds in with the water.

“Did you sleep okay? I know you’re usually asleep technically right now.” I nodded, pulling out my own mug for when the coffee was done.

“I slept like the dead. Flying that long really wears me out.” She rubbed my back.

“I bet, but I’m glad you’re here honey. I didn’t want you alone on thanksgiving so far away.” I couldn’t help but hug her.

“Thanks, mom. For letting me come every year.” She kissed my head.

“You’ll always be invited.” She squeezed me and let me go. I went to help Irene with the table. I found her chasing her cousin with a fork and I rolled my eyes.

“Irene, stop tormenting your cousin.” Lucas had a smirk on his face though. “And you too, Lucas.” He huffed. The table was only half set, so I took the fork out of Irene’s hand and set it down.

“He’s the little brother I never asked for!” Irene teased and Lucas laughed. We finished the table and I had set my phone down somewhere.

“Lucas, did you see where I put my phone?” I looked over to him, he was standing across the table, my phone in his hand.

“You mean this one?” As he held it up it rang and I saw Henry’s contact fill the screen. “Oh look at someone’s calling.” Irene cackled while I moved to snatch the phone back. “Nina’s phone, who’s this?” He answered, running away from me. “Henry? Are you Nina’s British friend? I’m Lucas!” I rolled my eyes and he made it around the table to Irene. She stopped him, taking the phone away. Before I could thank her she put the phone up to her ear.

“Jesus Christ.” I mumbled, stopping my feet and rubbing my forehead.

“Henry, I’d like to personally apologize for my cousin. This is Irene by the way, Nina’s best friend.” I walked over to her.

“You’re so dramatic.” I punched her shoulder and took the phone.

“Hey Henry are you still there?” He was chuckling already as I put the phone to my ear.

“Yes darling,” I walked out and to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

“Oh good. I would’ve hung up on all that.” He laughed again.

“No it was funny, plus I did say I wanted to meet Irene.” I laughed.

“She wants to meet you.”

“How old is Lucas?”

“11.” I sighed. “But hey, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to see if you were up yet, ask how California was so far?”

“It’s good, we’re about to eat breakfast. I thought you’d be sleeping right now?”

“I’m staying up for a night shoot, I thought it’d work out if I called you now.” I smiled.

“It did! How are you?”

“I’m alright, tired now that my schedules off.”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for jet lag to kick in.”

“I know how that feels. Are you doing anything today?”

“I’m not sure what Irene has planned. I am going to see some friends at the company tomorrow, though.” Kari had found out through Abbey that I was coming to the states and she wanted to see me.

“Oh that will be good, just be careful? The protests are pretty regular there.” The protests had become a regular part of the news lately. LA did have it bad.

“I will, Irene’s family lives in the suburbs, so that’ll probably be the only time I’m in the city.” I heard Mom call for breakfast.

“Good, I’ll try to call you when I can and text.”

“Thanks, so will I.”

“Go eat breakfast, talk to you soon.”

“Bye Henry.” We hung up and I went back out to eat. The table now had plates of bacon, sausage, and eggs, plus Auntie Jen and Auntie Jess were sitting at the table, both with fresh cups of coffee.

“There’s Nina,” Jen got up and hugged me. “You look beautiful as usual.” I smiled and went over to Jess to hug her, she kissed my cheek.

“There’s fresh coffee in there honey.” I laughed nodding.

“I know, I’ll get some.” Lucas came running in with a big glass of orange juice. “Woah, slow down, buddy.” He slowed to a walk and sat next to his mom, Jess. I went to fill my mug and saw Irene’s dad pouring two mugs, one of them being mine.

“Hey Nina,” He smiled at me over his glasses. “I got your cup.”

“Thanks,” I went to the fridge and got the creamer. I poured it in each of ours and he clinked our glasses together before we drank.

“It’s good to see you back here.” He rubbed my back and we walked into the dining room to eat with the family.

Irene ended up dragging me out to go grocery shopping with her so I wouldn’t fall asleep in the middle of the day. Henry did text me here and there, in between takes of his night shoot. It wasn’t a lot but it was all I could get for the time being.

“Irene, its just lunch, we’re not even leaving the building.” It was the next day and Irene was dropping me off at the company building.

“I know, but those protesters are there a lot. Especially lately.” I sighed, seeing the building up the street.

“I promise I’ll be careful. Plus security has been amped up a lot.” It was true security had been raised company wide. I had noticed the increase in it the last time I was at the building in London. It made me feel better, but more anxious at the same time.

“Just call me if you need anything. I’ll be here at two o’clock to pick you up.” She held the steering wheel fighters as we came up to the front door, four or five protesters with stupid signs were out front already. “Okay, nope, we’re going home.” Security was pushing them back from the door, but Irene was letting off the brakes.

“Irene, it’s fine. The guards can handle a few people with signs.” She huffed but stopped.

“I’ll call you when I’m here. Seriously be careful.”

“Thank you, Irene. See you later, okay?” I opened the door and hopped out. One of the guards held open the door for me as I ignored the taunts from the protesters.

“Freak!” I heard as the door shut. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Nina! Welcome back.” I opened my eyes and saw Kari standing at the front desk. “Sorry about all that. They’re all idiots.” I laughed as she pulled me to the elevator. “It’s good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you.” She linked her arm with mine. “Have they been bothering you guys a lot?” She hit the up button and we waited for the doors.

“Yes, they stand out there all the time. It’s obvious not doing anything so why don’t they just stop?” The doors opened and we stepped in, Kari pressing the button.

“I don’t know. It’s weird in London too.” She shook her head.

“Again, they are all idiots.” We made it up to her floor and walked to her office. “I got us burgers and they just got here.”

“Yay, thank you!” We sat at her desk and caught up with each other.

“Henry Cavill’s still your client right?” I nodded, picking at what was left of my fries. “How is that? I haven’t donated since I was in college, and when he sent in his paperwork I almost started again.” I chuckled, shaking my head.

“I mean, he’s like most clients. He calls me, he feeds.” She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh come on, what else? You donors get to meet all these celebrities all the time. What’s he like? Please tell me he’s as charming as he looks.” I giggled at her dramatics.

“He is really charming.” I rested my chin on my hand and my elbow on the desk. “He never pressures me into anything, which is great.”

“Has he bought you lots of things? Abbey told me about this trip she went on once.” I nodded. Irene texted me then, saying she was on her way, but traffic was bad. I furrowed my brow, we were well past the lunch rush, but there could be an accident or something.

“Yeah, he bought me this beautiful dress for a wedding he took me too, here I think I have a picture.” At some point during the wedding the photographer had taken photos of us and Henry had gotten his hands on it. It was just us talking. I was looking up at him and his hand was moving as he explained something to me. “He surprised me with the dress and the bag-“

“Nina, you look like a couple!” I couldn’t help but smile. “You look beautiful!” She took my phone and I saw her zoom in. “You’ve got some cow eyes for Henry too.” She laughed at me and I punched her shoulder. “Seriously, you both look good.” She handed me the phone back. “Do you like him?” Her brows raised, but she was smiling.

“Well yeah, apparently I have cow eyes.” She rolled her eyes. “I only showed you the picture to see the dress.”

“And you thought I wouldn’t notice the rest of the picture?” She laughed. “My advice is to tie him down before it’s too late.” I joined her laughter as we started cleaning up our trash from lunch.

“How long are you in town for?” We walked to the elevator.

“Just for the week. I’ll fly back-“ Kari’s phone rang and she sighed.

“Hang on.” She answered it and I went over to the windows to see if Irene’s car was out front. My eyes widened as I looked at the street below. The group of protesters had multiplied and weren’t happy. Security was holding them back, but there were a lot of people. I gulped when I saw a man push a guard down.

“Kari-“ I was going to call her over here, but an object flew out of the crowd, I couldn’t figure out what it was. I squinted my eyes as the protesters looked up. I backed up as I realized what it was. The firecracker hit and shattered a window only yards away from where we were standing. Kari screamed and I pushed her back the the way we came as the the thing popped so loud my ears were ringing. Smoke filled the hallway as we ran. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but Kari grabbed my wrist, pulling me faster. I choked on the smoke as she pulled me into the stairway. The echos of our feet and coldness of the concrete walls made me shiver.

“Nina, what was that?”

“A fucking firework.” I still didn’t believe it.

“Security told me to go back to my office and lock the doors, but that was before the firework.” She held her head. “Oh my god, Nina, what’s happening?” My hands shook.

“Is there somewhere else we can go?” There were tears in her eyes as she thought.

“A few floors down there’s a janitorial room that locks.” I grabbed her hands.

“Okay, let’s go. Just keep it together until then.” She nodded, but I wasn’t sure if I couldn’t hold it together. We jumped out of our skin when we heard a door slam at the bottom of the staircase. “Does this lead outside?” Her eyes widened as we heard loud footsteps and voices coming up the stairs.

“Yes, shit, let’s go.” She pulled me down two flights and burst through the door at the last one, all while the protesters got louder. We ran as fast as we could through another floor of offices. “It’s on the other side of the floor.” Kari ran faster and my hand slipped from hers. We ran past more windows, staying close to the opposite wall. Kari got farther head of me and as I sped up a window shattered in front of me. I stopped so hard I tripped and fell, cutting my arm on glass. Before I could get up I saw what broke the window, Another firework. I scrambled backwards, trying to find my footing. I barely got to my feet before it went off. I covered my face and felt the smoke surround me. Popping and sizzling and the choking smell of smoke invaded my senses. The ringing in my ears got higher in pitch and I couldn’t heard much. The smoke was clearing but my chest forced coughs up my throat. Someone grabbed my arm and I turned to see Kari. She sounded muffled, but she was telling me to follow her so I clutched her arm for dear life and she took me to the room we were looking for. She slammed the door shut and locked it. I had to sit down, I found some folding chairs and got one.

“Nina? Are you okay?” Kari turned to me. “Oh my god, your arm.” She walked to me and pushed my ripped sleeve up. The cut was bleeding and pretty big. I couldn’t really feel it yet, but I knew it hit me sooner or later. “I think you need stitches.” I leaned back and she found a rag. “Put pressure on it.” She chewed on her lip as she look at me.

“Kari, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not! Those assholes hurt you. God, you wouldn’t even be here if I hadn’t begged you to go to lunch.” I shook my head.

“I agreed to be here, Kari. This is not your fault. It’s those crazies.” Suddenly we heard voices and running outside. I pressed my lips together and Kari pressed her ear on the door. I jumped when my phone rang and I scrambled to turn it off. It was Irene, but I couldn’t talk. I tried texting her but I heard a voice clear as day outside the door.

“Dude, the cops are here.”

“Fuck, let’s go.” More footsteps fading away and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Irene called me again and I answered.

“Nina! What the fuck is going on? There’s smoke coming from windows and there’s protesters running everywhere.” She was crying, I could hear it in her voice. “Please tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay. I’m locked in a janitors closet, but I’m okay.” I tried not to stare at the white rag turning red on my arm. “You need to get back home. It’s not safe.”

“No way. I’m coming to get you.” I felt a lump in my throat form.

“Irene, no.” If she got hurt here, I’d never forgive myself.

“I can’t just leave you there. Like you said it’s not safe.” My eyes welled up.

“I know, but if you try and help me we’ll both be stuck here. Or worse.” I shuddered. “I’ll try to text you when I can, but I gotta go.”

“Nina are you sure-“

“Go home. I’ll be okay.” I hung up before I started crying. “Please go home Irene.” Kari had been texting someone as I spoke, she was shaking a little so I got her a chair, my arm beginning to throb. “Sit.” I told her and she did.

“Cops are outside, I texted security where we are, they’ll be here soon.” I shut my eyes and leaned back. “How’s your arm?”

“It’s fine. I probably need to get it looked at though.” My phone buzzed again and I saw notifications from news websites I follow. I clicked one and saw a live video of outside the building. Protesters were running off as police filled the area. The street had been blocked off, and police were detaining whoever they could. I closed the video and shut my eyes.

“LA PD, anyone in here?” We had been completely silent as we waited for the police. Kari ran over to the door and unlocked it.

“Yes, we’re here.” She opened the door. “My friend, she’s hurt.” Two cops were on the other side.

“There are EMTs downstairs.” The cops took us downstairs and EMTs had set up in the donations lab. Kari sat with me as they cleaned my arm and thankfully just stitched it there. It hurt bad now that the adrenaline was gone. No one was majorly injured. A donor did have to go get some burns looked at but she was going to be okay.

“You guys can wait here. I think the police need to ask you guys some questions.” I huffed.

“I just want to go back home.” I mumbled. I’ve also had the urge to call Henry since the cops found us, but I didn’t want to worry him. It seems like I’d be busy for a bit anyways.

“Hello, ladies.” One of the cops from before walked to us. “If you don’t mind answering some questions for us. I can take one of you over to my partner.” Kari stood.

“I’ll go first. Nina, I can get you home after all this okay? We’ll leave as soon as we’re done.” I nodded and she let the man lead her away. I started a message to Irene, but Henry’s contact lighting up my screen interrupted me.

“Henry?” I answered it immediately.

“Nina, oh my god. I just saw the news. We’re you in the building today?” I sighed.

“Yeah, I’m still there now.” I heard movement on the other end.

“What? Are you alright? What’s going on?” I looked down at my bandaged forearm.

“I’m okay. The cops are here and it’s settling down.” I scratched at some soot on my jeans. “I’ve been wanting to call you.”

“I’m so glad your okay. I needed to make sure. Do you want to tell me what happened?” I swallowed, but explained everything. He sighed as I finished.

“God, I could fly over there right now if I didn’t-“

“No it’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll be back soon. Fortunately a little cut doesn’t ruin a vacation.” The bandage covered half my arm, but he didn’t know that.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I took a deep breath, seeing Kari and cop walking back.

“Yeah. I’m okay, Henry. I think I need to talk to the police now. I’ll talk to you soon.

“Alright. If you need to talk, just call me, okay?” We said goodbye and I answered the questions from the police. It didn’t take long and I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

“Come on, Nina. I can take you home.” The cops took us to the back where they were sending everybody home through. Kari lead me to her car and we drove mostly in silence.

“Are you okay, Kari?” I asked her as we turned on Irene’s street.

“I should be okay soon. Are you?” I nodded and she pulled into Irene’s driveway. Irene was standing on the porch with Mom. “Have a good Thanksgiving. Hopefully that’ll keep our minds off things.” I pulled her into a big hug and got out.

The two women on the porch hugged me as soon as I was in reach. I squeezed them tightly as I tried not to cry. “Come on, sweetie, let’s get you cleaned up.” Mom pulled me inside, arm around my shoulder. Irene held my hand and followed us inside. I let them bring me upstairs, the cousins and aunts in the living room staring at me as we went. I told them I just needed to shower and lay down. Mom squeezed my hands and left. Irene lingered and hugged my neck.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She let go and walked off.” I swallowed down tears and went to the bathroom. After my shower I shut Irene’s lights off and got in bed. I dialed Henry’s number and pressed my phone to my ear.

“Hey Nina. You home?”

“Yep, finally.” He chuckled.

“How are you? I mean-you don’t have to answer that.” His sudden stutter made me giggle.

“Well I feel better after getting all that soot off me. Kari and I probably stunk up her car.” I pulled my phone away and put it on speaker. “Speaking of her, I should make sure she got home.” I sent her a message as Henry spoke.

“That’s a good thing at least.”

“I’m just sitting in the dark now. I need the quiet.” I shut my eyes.

“By the way, try to avoid social media. It’s everywhere right now.” I huffed.

“Thank you, and thanks for answering.”

“Of course, it’s good to hear your voice.” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Yours too.” I whispered.

“When do you get back to London?” He huffed.

“Saturday, I think.” I couldn’t think of the time difference right now. “I’ll be back and complaining about jet lag in no time.”

“I can’t wait.” We talked for a little while and I had to hang up before I fell asleep on the phone. I shut my eyes and it didn’t take long.

“Nina,” Irene was shaking my shoulder as I opened my eyes. “it’s time to eat.” I got up and followed her downstairs. I really hoped everyone would act normal tonight.

“Nina, can I see your stitches?” Lucas came from the kitchen holding a bowl of spaghetti.

“Jesus Lucas!” Irene punched him and I laughed.

“It’s fine, I’ll have to change the bandages eventually so you can see them then.” He grinned and walked off to the living room.

“Sorry,”

“It’s fine. He’s a kid. I’m just glad he’s not being weird.” She furrowed her brows.

“He just asked to see your stitches.” I shook my head and pulled her to the kitchen where the pot of noodles sat on the stove. Irene and I got our bowls and went to the table.

“You better eat that entire bowl, Nina.” Aunt Jess poked my arm. “We won’t have that arm ruin thanksgiving.” I shook my head.

“It won’t. It’s not that bad anyways.” Well it did hurt quite a bit, but I’d take some painkillers soon. “They told me to go to the hospital until the stitches need to come out.”

“I think we’re all just glad you’re okay. That everyone’s okay.” Mom came in last, and we all ate.

“Next time I see one of those stupid signs, I’ll beat the crap out of the son of-“ Irene’s dad started

“Honey, not at the table. Let’s just eat, Nina’s had enough of protests for the day.” I smiled at mom and she happily changed the subject to Black Friday shopping. We ate and the packed table of people made me feel a lot lighter than when I first got back.

I tried focusing on Thanksgiving a lot more, wanting to get my mind off of everything else. I spent the next day grocery shopping for Thanksgiving with Irene and her mom. Irene decided to let me help her with desserts and by seven that evening I was elbow deep in flour. Irene was rolling out another pie crust while I poured the last of the wine in our cups, adding another floury handprint to the mix of them on the bottle.

“Have you heard anything about the article?” Irene had a splotch of flour on her cheek. I set her glass down next to her and went back to the dishes I was washing.

“No, my editor emailed me and I thought maybe there’d be something but she was just checking in after everything.” I sighed. “Which was nice, but I want to know what she thinks of everything.” I wore gloves so my bandages stayed dry. “This is the worst part. I hate not knowing what she thinks. Waiting for her response.” I shook my head.

“Well, I know I’ve only read snippets, but I love it. And Abbey seems so cool. I can’t wait to meet her eventually.” I smiled.

“You’ll love her. She wants to meet you too. And we have to go out when you two meet.” Irene turned around.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long since we went to the bars.” She pouted.

“I know! Look we’re wine drunk let me just buy you plan tickets right now and you come back to London with me.” She burst out laughing.

“I wish!” She rolled her eyes. “But we should plan something maybe I could get some time off in January?” I nodded, grinning at her.

“Yes! Just say the word and I’m buying the tickets.” By the time we finished the baking and cleaned up most of the house had gone to bed. We snuck up to Irene’s room and got ready for bed.

“How crowded is the house going to be tomorrow?” I asked Irene as she got under the covers.

“Very, why do you think we made so much dessert?” She rattled off a few relatives and I sighed. “You’re really okay right?” It was dark and I couldn’t make out her face.

“Yeah, I think so.” I sighed. “I’m just glad it’s over and that’s it’s almost Thanksgiving.” She chuckled.

“Me too. I’m glad you’re okay too.”

I woke up on Thanksgiving to Irene getting shoved out of bed by Lucas. I laughed with him as she grumbled, running her hands through her messy hair. “Your mom says to get up.” Lucas ran out of the room and I helped Irene off the floor.

“He’s the worst part of Thanksgiving.” She stated.

“Shut up you love him.” I patted her back. “Come on, we gotta get ready before everyone gets here.” We got dressed and ended up sharing a bathroom to do our makeup. I was focusing on my eyeliner as Irene danced to some song in the mirror. Suddenly my phone buzzed, almost falling off the toilet, where it had to go to make room for our makeup. Irene was closer so she grabbed it.

“I think its your editor.” She handed it to me, and I furrowed my brows. I took it from her and answered.

“Hello?” I stepped out of the bathroom with only one eye done.

“Nina! I’m sorry to call you today, but with everything going on I just thought I’d let you know early. Your article was amazing and it’s most definitely going on the site.” I broke out into a grin. “I love this Abbey girl; she’s going to kick the series off wonderfully. I see why you picked her.”

“Thank you so much. I’m so happy you liked it.” I jumped a little, already wanting to tell Irene.

“I want to talk everything through once were back and settled after this week.”

“Yes, just let me know.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Nina.”

“Happy Thanksgiving!” I hung up and went right back in to tell Irene.

“Well what did she say?” She set her curling iron down.

“She likes the piece, and she wants to make it a series!” Irene cheered and hugged me. “Irene! This is great!”

“It is! Congrats, Nina!” She rubbed my back. “I think this deserves a celebratory shot.” I laughed and Irene ran out of the bathroom. I shook my head and went to my phone to text Henry. Call me if you can. I want to tell you something. I sent and went back to my makeup. Irene came back up with two shot glasses filled with clear liquid. “Vodka okay?” I cringed, but nodded, taking one from her. We clinked our glasses together and swallowed it down.

“Yay!” I set my glass down.

“I say we get hammered today.” Irene began pouring another.

“Irene, your family is about to be crawling over every inch of this house. I can’t be slurring my words by three p.m.” She only shrugged. “Whatever, I’m not taking care of you later.” We finished getting ready and when I went downstairs, I told everyone the good news. I got a big hug from Mom and a kiss on the cheek from the aunts. I tried not to think about a reply from Henry. He probably was sleeping. I hated different time zones and busy schedules. Turns out that the booze helped keep my mind off it and I was tipsy as I heaped food on my plate. Irene giggled as she handed me the spoon for corn.

“Someone’s buzzed.”

“So are you.” I nudged her elbow. We sat together and tried to eat a little of our buzz away. It turned into eating ourselves into food comas, falling asleep on the couch. I slept through my phone ringing, but when I woke up and saw it was Henry I groaned. I tried calling him again, but he didn’t answer. I huffed and rolled my eyes.

“You’ll talk to him soon don’t worry.” Irene had rolled over in her spot on the couch. “Just go back to sleep.” I put my phone down and pulled a blanket over me.

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After All: Chapter 16: The Painful Part

Summary: You’re in an induced coma, to let your body heal. Bucky is being treated as well, Bruce and others trying to wake him up from his super soldier mode. Everything is a little more painful.

Warnings: angst, hospital, coma, pain, and more angst (I know, I’m horrible)

Word Count: 1888

A/N: This chapter is a little shorter again, I’m sorry. I also don’t know why I keep coming up with the angst, my brain obviously hates my heart, or something like that. And even more angst coming our way. Yay, right? Anyway, let me know what you guys think, and if you’d like an angsty ending or a happy ending. Love you all!! xx

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Your body was laying on the bed, resting. Bruce was standing next to you, checking all of your vitals, putting it in a chart so that he knew if your body was healing correctly. He felt responsible for your injuries and volunteered to be by your body until you woke up. And it would probably take some time, all your injuries taken into consideration.

When the fight started, it didn’t last long, and he changed into Hulk. He didn’t remember much after that, knowing that he was smashing the agents outside the building, being conscious enough not to do it inside. But that was it. He wished he had a little more endurance and that he could keep the green guy away for a little longer. He usually didn’t have that much problem to stay put and controlled, but in such high-danger situations, he just couldn’t help himself.

But it was times like these he wished he could. Just to be there where nobody else was and maybe he could’ve stalled Barnes a bit longer. Or hit him hard enough to knock him out. He knew that Bucky wasn’t at fault, not at all. There wasn’t a single part of him that would blame Bucky for what happened. He blamed the Revengers, or what they called themselves. He wanted every single one of them dead and gone.

And most of them already were. At least those who attacked the compound. Tony and Steve were currently searching for their headquarters, ready to take them down for what they did to their team. Nat was also hurt, but not as bad as you, and with her nature, she didn’t want to stay in bed for long. Bruce attended both of you, making sure the women of his life were both ok. But while Natasha was up and running after half a day, you were a different story.

The knife the Winter Soldier stuck in you hit your spleen, and that caused the massive bleeding. The doctors weren’t able to salvage the organ but knew that you’d survive without it. Their main worry was how your body would react to the blood loss. So far, all your other organs seemed vital and healthy, but everything could change within hours. That was why Bruce didn’t leave your side, making sure he would catch even the beginning of some catastrophe.

You seemed so peaceful as if you were just resting, napping in a long afternoon in the lab. And it was what broke Bruce’s heart even more. He just wished he could say a magic word and you’d wake up, as good as new. Or better yet, he wished he could just turn back time, and make sure you never got hurt in the first place. And not only for himself. He was pretty damn sure that the second Bucky woke up, and realised what happened, he’d hate himself for the rest of his life. Bruce knew how vital this new relationship with Bucky was to you, and to think that it might all end because Bucky wouldn’t let himself near you, made Bruce feel uneasy.

Meanwhile, Bucky was treated as well. But his treatment was a bit different from yours. While you had to undergo surgery to stop the bleeding and now all they could do was to sit and wait, with Bucky, things were slightly more challenging.

In the fight, Steve disarmed him easily, because Bucky was distracted by you and what you were trying to tell him. It took a few good punches, and Bucky passed out. When he woke up, he was still in the Winter Soldier state of mind, trashing like crazy and unwilling to yield. When Steve wasn’t helping Tony look into the Revengers and their base, he was beside Bucky, making him remember. The team even called Shuri to make sure the most intelligent people in the world were there, helping their friend.

It took a while, but they realised that words didn’t do much to Bucky. He would sit there, with his brain shut, not listening at all. Steve could see the confusion in Bucky’s face when you were talking to him, touching him, and trying to make him remember you. And that gave Steve what he thought was a perfect idea.

It took him and Sam a good few hours to collect everything they needed, but Steve was pretty happy with what they were able to collect and prepare to help Bucky remember everything. Steve knew that the second Bucky came to himself, he would crumble. Not only was it his biggest nightmare, being used to hurt people again, but this time he was ordered to destroy his family, people who accepted him despite his dark past. But most importantly, he hurt you. And Steve wasn’t sure how Bucky’d take it, but he knew that it wouldn’t be nice. Still, his friend needed to wake up, pain or not.

Shuri was positive that Steve’s idea would work, and so they set their plan in motion.

They rolled Bucky’s chair into the private cinema in the compound. Bucky was trashing and yelling, obviously distressed what would happen to him, but the second he saw the big screen, he stopped. His brain couldn’t work out how this could hurt him. Were they gonna play him a psychological movie, hoping he would wake up? The Soldier in him scoffed and waited.

The screen lit up, and a first picture appeared. It was the one from war, only Steve and Bucky in the shot, both laughing at something that happened behind the camera, looking carefree and relaxed, despite the circumstances. Then, a video played, again from the war, with the whole Howling Commando, marching towards the camp.

Steve looked over at Bucky, who was trying to escape his confines. He was very obviously uncomfortable, and Steve smirked. It was precisely what they wanted. If there wasn’t any reaction, just like with the spoken word, they would probably despair. But seeing that Bucky’s brain was telling him to run was a good sign.

The time jumped a bit backwards, to when Steve and Bucky where teenagers. They didn’t have many photos from that time, but some still existed. Steve had to smile seeing his friend so smug and happy, while Steve was almost a head shorter than Buck, trying to look tough and not as if the wind blew a little harder, it would blow him away.

There was a time jump again, this time to this century. It was shortly after Bucky woke up, still shy and unsure of his own position in the world, but Steve and Sam were guiding him. There were also videos, of their training, of their pranking each other, pretty much just being jerks as always. Bucky wasn’t trashing anymore, just watching the screen intently. It was enveloping his senses, no chance of him escaping the memories.

The last few images were of you. They were all pulled from Bucky’s phone because Bucky liked to take silly photos and videos of you in the last few weeks. They were simple things, nothing sexual or of that sort. It was you in the kitchen, dancing silly to your favourite song while cooking a meal. Or you laughing uncontrollably on the couch because of something Bucky said. Or Bucky tickling you and you begging him to stop, laughing so much, tears were trickling down your cheeks. It was the little things, you calling him by his name, looking at him like he was the only important person in the whole damn world, that finally made him snap.

Bucky took a ragged breath, looking at your joyful face and it hit him like a tidal wave. He gasped and screamed, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

“What have I done? Oh my God, what did I do?” He was whispering and shaking, unable to stop the wave of emotions coming over him.

Steve ran to Bucky’s side, looking at his face, trying to find any traces of the Soldier, but could find none. It was just his friend, broken by his actions.

He snapped his head to Steve, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Where is Y/N? Is she ok? Please tell me that I didn’t…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, the lump in his throat growing by each passing second.

“She’s in the hospital wing, bud. She lost a lot of blood, but Bruce is taking care of her, and they all believe that she will be alright in no time.” Steve tried to sound as reassuring as he could, but it wasn’t doing much to Bucky’s panic.

He hurt you. He was holding you by your throat, choking the life of you and then, in an unexpected moment, he stabbed you. HE STABBED YOU! He promised never to hurt you again, and here he was, fucking stabbing you. You must have hated him. He was doomed. The only person that could make a better guy out of him would never let him touch her. But he prayed to God that you survived. You didn’t have to talk to him, hell, you could go and move out if it made you happy, but he needed to know that you were alright. That he wasn’t the reason why you died. Just the thought of him being the cause of your death made a cold shiver run down his spine.

“Would you like to see her?” Steve asked, hoping that Bucky wouldn’t dive too deep in self-pity and would let you decide whether or not you wanted to continue whatever relationship there was between the two of you.

“I can’t, punk,” he mumbled and looked at Shuri. “You’re not from here, who are you?”

“I’m Shuri, and I come from Wakanda, Sergeant Barnes,” she smiled at him, and he simply nodded, even though he had no idea where this Wakanda was. But it sounded like it was far away.

“Can you cure me?”

Shuri frowned and thought for a bit. “I think I could if you were with me in Wakanda where I have all of my technology.”

Bucky just nodded and stood up from the chair. But Steve put an arm on his shoulder, which made Bucky look at him.

“Bucky, she wouldn’t want you to run away from here. Give her a chance to make up her own mind.”

Bucky scoffed and laughed bitterly. “She won’t ever want to see me. I hurt her for a lifetime, Stevie. I think it’s for the best that I clean myself out of the way. I’m ready whenever you are, Shuri.”

She nodded and smiled sadly at Steve, not wanting to fight neither of them and just complied with Bucky’s request.

Steve stood there in the small cinema, watching his best friend leave to Wakanda with a heavy heart. He was almost 100% sure that you wouldn’t blame him, you weren’t afraid of Bucky when he was choking you, you still looked at him lovingly. He just didn’t know how to tell this to Bucky. He sighed and walked out of there, walking to Tony’s office, trying to take his mind off of the recent events hoping you’d wake up soon enough for you to fly to Wakanda and show Bucky what an idiot he’s been.

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BTS Second Pregnancy Series #3: Telling Your Families and Friends

11 Weeks, or 3 Months, pregnant.

Kim Seokjin

“Yay Daddy!” Kaiden cheered loudly as the members walked backstage after their concert finished. You stood up from the couch and smiled as you watched Kaiden sprint over to Jin, who picked him up and set him on his hip.

“Did we do good?” Jin asked him and Kaiden nodded his head rapidly.

“Really good! And you sung really good too,” Kaiden said as Jin carried him over to where you were standing.

“Well, thanks Chinny,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And what did you think?” He asked you.

“I think you did amazing, as always,” you praised, leaning up and kissing his lips softly.

“You’ve been back here the entire time right?” He checked and you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance.

“Yes Jin, I have,” you nodded. “Even though you know that Kaiden and I both love being able to watch from right next to the stage.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that hyung?” Jungkook wondered.

“You know, you ruined my ritual of getting a high five from Kade when we do our outfit changes!” Hobi huffed as he held his hands out and Jin passed Kaiden off to him.

“He wanted us to stay backstage so that I’d be more comfortable,” you explained.

“It never bothered you before,” Yoongi snorted and Jin sighed in exasperation.

“Can I tell them jagi?” Jin wondered as he looked over at you and you nodded. “I’m more worried about her being comfortable because she’s pregnant.”

“Really?” Jimin exclaimed happily and you and Jin both nodded in confirmation.

“Congratulations you two,” Namjoon smiled and all of the members crowded around the two of you, giving you a group hug.

“Are you ready to be a big brother Kade?” Taehyung asked him once the hug had dispersed.

“Yep!” He nodded firmly, making you and Jin smile proudly.

Min Yoongi

“It’s so nice to be able to finally spend some time with you,” your best friend grumbled playfully, making you laugh loudly at your place across the table from her. The two had finally managed to have some free time simultaneously, so you decided to get together and catch up over lunch.

“I know, it’s just always busy these days with work and trying to maintain a relationship and taking care of this one,” you smiled as you nodded next to you, where Kinsley was engrossed in coloring a small coloring book that the restaurant gave kids for free.

“Speaking of relationships, how’s Yoongi doing these days?” Your best friend wondered. “I see the group has been doing amazing.”

“They have and he’s good, really happy these days,” you nodded with a small smile and your best friend quirked her eyebrow up at you.

“Ok, what’s up with you?” She demanded to know and you shrugged.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t bullshit me,” she chuckled and your eyes widened as you nodded over at Kinsley to remind her to watch her language. “You haven’t stopped smiling ever since we sat down and you’re being uncharacteristically coy. Either Yoongi is hitting it amazingly well these days or you’re pregnant again.”

“Well, I mean neither one of those is wrong so,” you smirked and your best friend shrieked loudly.

“Ahh! You’re pregnant again?!” She exclaimed and you nodded excitedly. “When did you find out and why the fuck didn’t you call me right away?”

“Only a few weeks ago and stop cussing,” you chuckled. “And before you even ask, yes you're the first to know because we planned to wait to tell everyone until after my first doctor’s appointment.”

“Yes,” she whispered, fist pumping the air. “So, I’m gonna be god mother again right?”

“Not if you keep cussing in front of my babies, you won’t,” you replied jokingly, making your best friend throw her hand up at you.

“Oh please, Yoongi is her father,” she pointed out with a laugh. “I’m sure that she’s heard worse.”

Kim Namjoon

“Daddy,” Mason called and Namjoon looked down at him as the two of them walked down the hallways of the BigHit building. “When is Mommy getting here?”

“Uh, she should be here soon buddy,” he told him after checking the time on his phone. They continued to make their way down the hallway until they reached the front of the building, where Mason squealed loudly when he saw Taehyung standing near the front desk with Huening Kai and Yeonjun from Tomorrow X Together.

“Can I go to them Daddy?” Mason asked excitedly and Namjoon nodded with a smile before letting his hand go and he watched as Mason sprinted over to them, crashing right into Yeonjun’s leg.

“Hey hey,” you called as you walked inside the building, and Namjoon immediately walked over to you.

“Hey,” he smiled, moaning softly when you set both of your hands on his cheeks and kissed him firmly. “How was work?”

“Miserable,” you replied honestly, and Namjoon rose an eyebrow at that. “I’ve been nauseous all day and my boobs hurt.”

“Aw I’m sorry jagi,” he mumbled, pulling you towards him and giving you a tight hug.

“Where’s Mase?” You murmured into his chest and he pulled back to gesture over his shoulder.

“With Tae and the kids,” he chuckled. “Wanna go get him so that we can head home?” He said and you nodded. The two of you then walked over to where the four of them were.

“Hi Mommy!” Mason grinned as he slid out of Yeonjun’s arms and ran over to you, hugging your leg tightly.

“Hi Myungie,” you laughed, setting your hand on top of his head and pushing his hair back. “How was your day with Daddy?”

“Good!” He chirped. “How’s the baby?” He wondered, causing both your and Namjoon’s eyes to widen.

“Baby?” Taehyung wondered. “Are you having another baby Y/N-ah?”

“Well, we wanted to figure out a better way to tell you guys, and all at the same time,” you replied. “But yeah, I’m pregnant again.”

“Ahh, congratulations Namjoon hyung and Y/N,” Huening Kai smiled.

“Thank you,” Namjoon said.

“Imagine if the next one is as active as little Mason,” Yeonjun chuckled, letting out a huff as Mason walked back over to him and tried to climb up his body.

“You’ll have your work cut out for you hyung,” Taehyung smirked.

“Oh trust me, we’re definitely looking forward to it,” Namjoon smiled sarcastically, making you laugh loudly.

Jung Hoseok

“So, why are we all here again?” Your brother wondered as he looked at you and Hobi. The two of you had invited your family (which consisted of your mom, brother, and sister in law) as well as Hobi’s family (his mom, dad, and sister) over to your house to tell them the big news. The twins, as well as your nephew, were all off at school so you and Hobi figured this would be the best time to tell them.

“Could you be a little more supportive for 2.2 seconds of your life please? Thank you,” you smiled at him.

“I am supportive,” he scoffed.

“Don’t start you two,” you mother interjected.

“We would like to know why we’re here guys,” Jiwoo spoke up.

“Well, we wanted all here together so that we could tell you guys that you’ll all be getting another grandchild or niece or nephew,” Hobi smiled.

“You’re pregnant again?” Hobi’s mom wondered and you nodded rapidly. Hobi’s mom, your mom, your sister in law, and Jiwoo all immediately ran over to you, smothering you in hugs and kisses to the cheek.

“Congratulations son,” Hobi’s father grinned as he hugged him.

“Thanks appa,” Hobi replied.

“You sure you wanna add another one to the chaos that you already have?” Your brother asked him, making Hobi laugh loudly.

“If it were with anyone else, then no,” he responded with a soft smile. “But with Y/N-ah? Absolutely.”

Park Jimin

“Are you sure that you don’t need to go home or anything?” Jimin checked in and you rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself from snapping on him because you knew that he was just looking out for you.

“I’m fine Jimin-ssi and if you ask me that one more time, I’m gonna drop kick you so hard that they’re gonna have to postpone the video shoot,” you smiled.

“Well, you don’t have to hurt my feelings,” he chuckled. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay here and watch us shoot the video.”

“I never miss your video shoots though and I’m not gonna start now just because you knocked me up again,” you assured him.

“Oh yeah, say it as if you weren’t there,” he laughed and just as you were about to respond, the members walked over to the two of you.

“I hope that you’re talking some sense into him Y/N-ah,” Hobi joked.

“Why would she need to do that?” Jimin wondered.

“You’ve had your eye on her so much during the shoot, you’ve been missing the counts,” Jungkook explained with a smile.

“So hopefully, Y/N told you to get your shit together,” Yoongi said, making you laugh.

“I’m trying to guys,” you told them.

“What’s got you so distracted anyways Jimin?” Namjoon questioned.

“Wanna tell them?” Jimin asked and you nodded in agreement. “Y/N-ah is pregnant again.”

“What?” Taehyung exclaimed with a wide grin. “Is that why you fainted a few weeks back?”

“Yep,” you confirmed. “The hormones tend to wreck havoc on my body.”

“Ah, congratulations you two,” Jin smiled.

“Now can you focus Jimin?” Namjoon asked jokingly and Jimin nodded his head while laughing.

“I’ll try hyung.”

Kim Taehyung

“Which one do you want Spence?” You asked her as you leaned over and let her look at the pictures on the menu. You, her, Taehyung and the rest of the members, their kids, and their wives had made a spur of the moment decision to all go out to dinner together.

“Um, that one!” She chirped, pointing to the picture of the ramen, which you knew she’d do.

“Ok, we’ll get it for you,” you giggled.

“Mase, put that down,” you heard Namjoon’s wife laugh, looking over to see her taking the decorations that were on the table out of his hands.

“Ok no offense or anything,” Jimin started. “But I’m so happy that Noah isn’t as active as Mase is.”

“No offense taken,” Namjoon assured him, his wife nodding in agreement. “It’s definitely a daily workout.”

“At least you don’t have to deal with a bratty 3 year old,” Jungkook mumbled.

“It’s your fault she’s a brat though,” Yoongi’s wife snickered.

“At least our kid stays up long enough to actually do stuff,” Jungkook’s wife smirked.

“We didn’t come here for you guys to drag us,” Yoongi spoke up, making everyone at the table laugh.

“Well, we’re definitely not in a place to drag anyone,” Hobi’s wife said, and Hobi nodded. “Our house is 24/7 chaos.”

“Can’t relate,” Jin laughed, turning and giving his wife a high five.

“What about you guys?” Jimin asked suddenly, looking over at you and Taehyung.

“I mean, I have no complaints,” Taehyung chuckled.

“Me either. Spence’s a great kid,” you smiled.

“So you’re telling us that you wouldn’t hesitate at having another kid right now?” Hobi wondered.

“Well actually,” Taehyung paused to look at you for permission and once you nodded, he turned to look back at everyone. “Y/N-ah is pregnant again.”

“Oh my gosh!” Jimin’s wife exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I told Tae that we should wait but since you guys brought the topic up now,” you trailed off, shrugging lamely afterwards.

“Well, here’s hoping you don’t have an overactive, sleepy, bratty, or chaotic baby,” Namjoon recited as he lifted up his cup, everyone lifting theirs up afterwards and clinking them together in a toast.

Jeon Jungkook

“So, I know you’re probably all wondering why Y/N-ah and I called you over here today,” Jungkook said. The two of you had invited over both your parents and his in order to tell them about the new addition that you and Jungkook were going to be getting soon.

“I mean, I think I have an idea,” Jungkook’s mom chuckled.

“Me too,” your mom nodded.

“Well, I have no idea,” your father huffed, making everyone laugh. “So, can you stop keeping us in suspense and tell us?”

“Ok well,-” you started to say but Jungkook grabbed your wrist lightly, making you stop and look over at him.

“Maybe we should let Angel tell everyone,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but to smile at the idea.

“Ok,” you nodded before looking over at Jungkook’s father, who had Ava sat in his lap. “Ave, do you wanna tell everyone the good news?”

“What news?” She asked as she tilted her head in the same way that Jungkook does, making his mother coo at her.

“Remember what Mommy and I told you the other night? After your bath?” Jungkook said, trying to jog her memory and he knew that it worked when Ava gasped loudly.

“Oh yeah! Mommy is having a baby,” she repeated, and everyone in the room gasped audibly.

“I knew it!” Your mom exclaimed.

“You can tell by the look on your face!” Jungkook’s mother added. “You’re glowing sweetie.”

“It doesn’t feel much like it,” you giggled.

“Oh, I should’ve known,” you father sighed.

“Congratulations you two,” Jungkook’s father grinned. “Are you excited?”

“I definitely feel more ready this time,” Jungkook replied and you nodded in agreement. “We were like chickens with our heads cut off with Angel.”

“I’m sure you guys will be fine,” Jungkook’s mother assured you. “You’ve done a great job with little Ava.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, watching with a smile as Ava talked animatedly to Jungkook’s father.

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mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years

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Life's a Sick Joke pt 2

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader

Would like to start from the beginning? Here is Part 1 !

Sidenote: As this story is under construction, I would like to warn you that those chapters which don’t have a proper title are written in the main caharcter’s POV!! Be aware!!! Be awaaare! I hope you will enjoy this storyas I did writing it, have a nice day and feel free to leave marks!

2. After-Meeting Party

"Hey Liz, you forgot your helmet! Don't dare to ride without it." Dylan threw it in your way and you caught it smoothly. You said goodbye to him and ran down the stairs, hoping not to meet any of your neighbors.

You packed your stuff into the bag of your motorbike. It was a beautiful, shining jet black chopper. You've worked your ass off to afford it, but it was way cheaper than a car. Perks, you can easily avoid traffic jams. It was just still February and all, but since you hate public transport, particularly people, you got your helmet on and pulled the leather jacket down your waist.

On your way to the meeting, plenty of things crossed your mind. Firstly, in a couple of months, you will be on the road and travel a LOT with Ozzy Osbourne as the opener group during 'Bark at the Moon' tour. Secondly, how should you behave with the boys and the other members of the staff? Should you joke with them or stay calm and silent and ignore all the witty sentences they will tell? And finally, Mick. You hoped he forgot that little chat between the two of you.

When you got there and finally found a parking lot. You took off your helmet and headed towards the building. Inside you took a look at the big clock and saw that you were half an hour earlier, but you didn't mind. Never have you ever been late from anywhere. I gave a look to that clerk from last time and confidently stepped in the elevator. When you got in front of the office door you hesitated a bit. When you stepped in you said a shy hello to the others who were already there. You sat down at the end of the table and started to read the papers on the desk.

"Hey, don't touch them! It's confidential." At the same moment, you dropped the papers and looked over the man in complete shock. You felt my face burn in embarrassment.

"Oh...I'm so sorry. I didn't know..." You tried to say a proper sentence.

"Just kidding, kid. Don't worry. Anyway, I'm Doc." He approached you and shook hands.

"(Y/N). Nice to finally meet you." You were smiling since you truly meant it. He already managed some bands you liked so much.

"Are you the new makeup artist?" He asked rubbing the back of his head guessing.

"Nope. I'm a photographer. I don't, more like I can't really do anything with makeup." You chuckled remembering your many attempts with make-up. You either ended like a clown or you never saw any difference.

"Ohh so you are the nerd one." Yaaay now they will call you The Nerd™. Cool. "Anyway, I read your CV. Nice qualifications. To be honest I expected an old, skinny man with a big mustache to be the photographer. But it's a pleasant disappointment."

"Thank you. I guess." You said after he left you there.

After he left the room, you let your hair loose and fix it a bit due to the helmet completely ruined it. The only body part you adored was your hair. Well, your hair, generally in the family. All the three of you and your bitch mother had silver, almost platinum white hair.

10 am. Finally. Everybody was present except for the four musicians. Nothing really happened, just discussed things which relate to the staff.

10:30 am. The door opened and the dark knight himself entered the meeting. You tried to avoid eye contact with him so you entertained yourself by the color of the wall and the long, shining glass table in front of you.

"I am sorry." Mick apologized and shut the door after himself. So he is the only one who attended the meeting. Nice.

"So, your interview went well I see." He whispered in your ear as he sat down next to you. Next to you. There were plenty of other seats available, but he had to sit down right there. Yay. Becoming invisible mission failed.

"Yeah...I was surprised, too." You said blushing.

You tried my best, really. You tried to concentrate on the meeting and jot down important information, but every time Doc joked and Mick chuckled or laughed you completely lost control. You always felt his eyes on you. It was frustrating. You cleared your throat more than once as a sign for him to look away but he didn't get it or just didn't want to. Doc started to write on the board the important concert dates and so did you.

"Shouldn't we wait until the boys come?" You chuckled. A girl asked who was sitting in front of you. She was a rookie, too if you had to guess.

"It's very unlikely to happen, dear. They are rockstars and they do whatever they feel like." Doc sighed continuing on the board.

"You know I'm sitting here, right?" Mick asked in a serious tone. Everybody cracked up, including me.

"If you really want to see them, check them at the after-meeting party." Doc told the girl.

"After-meeting party?"

You whispered to Mick.

"Yep. You coming?" He asked leaning closer. His breath was doing things to you.

"I don't know. Maybe. Although, I can't really drink, and party without alcohol isn't a party."

"And what if I won't drink either? That would be fair, right?" He offered in a very dangerous tone, it gave you goosebumps.

"Ohh I can't expect it from you. It's a party overall!"

"I want to be sober when I'm talking to you. I want to remember everything you say and tell me." Your heart skipped a beat.

At the party

"Hey, Mick!!! We didn't expect you to be hereeeee!!" Nikki yelled as he, Tommy, and Vince entered the party. They were all drunk as hell but trying to act sober. You and Mick were sitting at the bar drinking juice and water. Shame.

"Fuck. I didn't know what I was missing. These morons." He placed his face in his hands. Somehow you felt a sudden urge to touch his shoulder to comfort him, but you didn't have the guts to do so.

"And who is this?" The boys approached you and stopped in front of you. Vince eyed from head-to-toe and was grinning. "Nice to meet you, dear. I'm Vince Neil, the singer, and leader of this band."

"Vince, you are the lead singer, not the leader. It's not the same, man." Nikki corrected Vince.

"(Y/N)." He held your hand and placed a kiss on the top of it.

"My lady." Mick just rolled his eyes. You were afraid he might eye-roll himself into another dimension.

"And (Y/N)....what?" Tommy asked curiously.

"I'm sure she is (Y/N) Sixx cause I will fucking marry her, man!" He and his terror twin high-fived while you and Mick just shared a look.

"Wow. That was so original. You don't have better pickup lines?" You asked pulling one of your eyebrows at him.

"Hey, that was good. As me." He winked and with that, he just walked away pretending to be offended.

"I'm Tommy. Tommy Lee. And I really would like to know your surname!! Is it embarrassing or what?" He snickered.

"Well if you look me with those puppet eyes of yours I'm gonna tell ya. My name is (Y/N) Cooper." You sighed and waited for the reaction. Tommy was wide-eyed and already turned towards his bandmates.

"Hey Sixx, Vinnie! This is Alice Cooper's daughter!" You facepalmed since you already knew this will happen. A bunch of idiots.

"No, man. This is the reason I didn't want to tell it. Because you, fucking teenagers will immediately think that I'm a relative of Alice Cooper!!" You snapped and now completely understand Mick's thoughts about them.

"Chills, dude. I'm leaving." Lee held his hands up in defense and left you there with Mick.

"Fucking teenagers" is my line." Mick spoke up after they all left.

"You need to copyright it sometime."

∆Still at the party∆

"So I already know that you like taking pictures. Tell me your story!" You were now on the balcony which was much quieter and peaceful them downstairs. You finally convinced Mick to drink something even if you couldn't. He had a bottle of beer in his hands and was gesturing with it.

"I don't really know what to tell. What do you want to know?" You asked while taking a sip from your water. Water at a party. You couldn't believe it either.

"Well, do you live near here? Children?" He paused for a second. He looked at you from the coach. "Husband?" You smiled at the last question.

"Woah, Woah, Woah. Hold on! One question at once! I can't even remember them. Well, if you really want to know we live 30 minutes from here. We moved here at least four years ago."

"With whom?" He asked while he slowly stood up and leaned on the railing of the balcony beside you.

"With my brother and sister. Woah, now just with my brother, cause Isabelle went to uni. And for that husband topic...I haven't really had any proper relationship, there were mostly jerks, dumps, and idiots, in that order." You looked down and laughed at how miserable you were with relationships. "Also looking after my sister and sometimes my brother is just like having a baby." He chuckled. "And what about you?"

"I have a sister, called Susie and three..."

"Brothers?" You asked back not letting him finish his sentence. Mick already regretted intending to mention his children so it was a good come out.

"Yeah, sure." He said before taking a sip of his booze. He stood closer to you so his shoulder was touching yours. Mick met many girls during his life who were pretty and kind, but when he saw you in the office acting nervous, he knew you will completely turn upside down his whole life.

You hummed from the slight touch and leaned your head on his shoulder. You were admiring the view of the city night and the peaceful quiet. Then something crossed your mind like thunder during a storm.

"Holy shit." You cursed thinking he will kill you.

"What is it?" Mick asked worryingly.

"I forgot to call him, my brother. He will kill me. Sorry, but I gotta go."

"Okay, I will wait here." Mick sighed and thought he fucked it up this time. Maybe this touch and personal questions just scared you away. You headed towards the phonebooth downstairs. You felt terrible leaving Mick there all alone, but your brother must be worried sick, not knowing a thing about you.

You found a phone in the kitchen which was not that quiet. Cool. It ranged at least a million times until he picked it up.

"What kind of meeting lasts for more than 3 hours? I worried sick. Where are you?" He ranted on the phone. He was pretty angry.

"I'm so sorry, Dylan. Time just flew. Currently, I'm in a house party near to the office. It's a so-called after meeting party. Sounds ridiculous, I know." You smiled on the phone.

"Sure, it does. But you aren't drinking, are you? I hope you remember...that thing."

"Yeah I remember and you don't have to remind me all the time. And I'm sober. Anyway, Mick is asking of you."

"So...becoming invisible mission failed?"

"It fucking did."

"Who are you talking to, my dear?" A strangely familiar voice echoed from your back so you turned around. Vince. Dear Satan give you enough strength to handle him.

"Hey, Dylan I have to go, but I will set off soon, I promise. See ya later." And without waiting for his respond you hung up. After putting back the phone you glared at him, not in a mood for his attempts.

"What do you want, Vince?" You asked while heading back to poor Mick.

"Just a kiss from a rose." He stepped in front of you and put his fingers under your chin.

"No way, man! You are wasted and I'm not enough wasted to kiss you. So, please let me go." You wanted to walk beside him back to Mick, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled closer to him. Mick went back to the room and was about to leave this party since he supposed you weren't coming back. It was too long now for just a telephone conversation.

"It's just a kiss. From me. From the fucking lead singer of Mötley fucking Crüe." He whispered in your ear.

"But asshole, I don't give a damn of who you are. And get your hands off me!" You were about to walk away but he crushed his lips on yours. You immediately moved away and punched him in the face. He fell to the floor and held his hand on his face.

"You BITCH! You hit me!!" You stood there in complete shock, not believing what you just did. Everyone was staring at you. Your hand hurt like hell and you just wanted to be somewhere else.

"I'm so sorry. I should...go." You ran out of the bar and got on your bike.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Please wait!" Mick yelled from the door and was approaching you. "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you see what I did? I punched Vince. Actually, he is my boss. I fucked it up." You sighed and was gripping the hand clutch so strong your hand was already white.

"In that case, I'm your boss, too. And what did he do? I just saw that he is on the floor and you are running out."

"He...he tried to kiss me. I told him to stop and go away but he didn't. And after all, he did it and I got furious and hit him." You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. Mick didn't know what to think at first, he was just amazed at how badass you were and angry as hell about Vince.

"Don't worry. He is so drunk he won't even remember it in the morning." Mick tried to chill you down.

"Are you sure? But what Doc will think? He is angry I guess..." You murmured.

"I think he didn't even notice it. And he won't care if Vince will go to him and cry like a girl who just broke her nails."

You chuckled. He stepped closer and you hugged him. You didn't know why you just needed someone to comfort you. He didn't move for a second. Later he hugged you back and rubbed your back. Mick wanted that moment to last forever, though it felt like a minute. Your strong grip, your smell and your hair in his face were just perfect. You were just perfect.

"Thank you for always being there when I need the most." You wiped your tears away and felt awkward." Sorry, this might sound strange." You sniffed.

"Hey, it's okay and I understand." A long pause and awkward silence. "So is this your bike? It looks badass." He took a look at your bike.

"Yap, it's mine. And thanks. I worked a lot to get it. But it worthed." You looked in the distance for a while. You thought about Vince and that you may have to look for a new job and had to leave Mick.

You screwed it up.

Next chapter

Tags: @cmft-jr-winchester @leatherandheels

#mick mars x reader #mickmars #motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #vince neil #tommy lee #'80s #'80s music #motley crue imagine #mick mars imagine #motley crue x reader #glam rock #life's a sick joke

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cbseung · 4 years

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cobblestones: modern prince hyunjin - pt 6

[masterlist]

[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3] [pt 4] [pt 5] [pt 6] [pt 7] [pt 8] [pt 9] [pt 10] [final]

you’ll be happy to know i decided a major plot point by asking google heads or tails

i hope you all are okay! if not that’s okay too. make sure you drink water and eat food! stray kids would want you to :)

pairings: hyunjin x reader

w/c: 1,655

warnings!: slight alcohol use :) nothing too bad only enough to make yourself dance on tables in barcelona [this statement makes sense don’t worry] (and not underaged because drinking age in barcelona is 18) [this still makes no sense hehe]

description: it’s ball prep time!!!! gotta sort out a dress, a date, AND YOUR feelings for a certain someone who must not be named!

finally

your shopping day with hyunjin is finished!!

you walk back to buckingham with eight bubble teas

cause SOMEONE wanted to try all the flavors

that someone was you btw

“i can’t believe you made me buy you eight flavors of bubble tea”

“i can’t believe you actually did it!!!”

“you’re lucky you’re cute”

“nah i’m just lucky you’re stupid”

hyunjin rolls his eyes as he smiles and you walk in laughing when you’re stopped by felix and yeji

looking at you pretty strangely

“...hello you two...”

“HI” you and hyunjin simultaneously say

“do you want some bubble tea?? hyunjin bought them all for me!!”

“that’s a lie”

“no it’s not!”

“okay fine i did but i thought you would’ve been nice and shared them”

“me? nice? to you? have you forgotten the past weeks?”

hyunjin gasps

“are you saying you STILL hate me??” he says as he pouts, “after i bought all this bubble tea for you??”

“well i mean.. you’re up 5 points in my book”

“5 points??????? i should be more!! why are we keeping score in the first place!?”

you and hyunjin continue to tease each other as felix and yeji share that look

“you guys look pretty friendly”

“us? friendly? HAHAHAHAHA” you and hyunjin say

“uh huh.. y/n can i.. talk? to you?”

“course felix! what’s up my dude”

“hey so i was talking to yeji.. and she said i should take you as my date to the ball!”

oh?

your heart didn’t flip

you don’t feel like a middle school girl who got asked to the dance

in fact all you feel is excitement that you’re able to go to the ball with your best friend

you squeal in excitement

“yay!! you do know this means you’re gonna have to keep me company throughout the night”

“would not have it any other way”

you talk to felix about the dress that you’re gonna buy and how his tie HAS to match your dress and you HAVE to look like the best because there’s a LOT of people you need to impress

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you force yeji and felix to go to the dress store with you because you’re indecisive

“y/n YOU HAVE TO GET THAT DRESS”

“aw really?”

“YES IT’S GORGEOUS AND LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU”

“yeah y/n it’s gonna knock people’s socks off”

“EEEE THIS IS SO EXCITING! yeji!! now we have to find your dress!!”

so 100 dress try ons, 4 bananas milk teas, and 1000 complaints from you and felix later,,,

“god yeji you look good in everything just PIcK one”

“L I S T E N i NEED to DRESS to impress!!! and after that dress you bought we NEED to look like we’re unstoppable powerful women!

“YEJI SHUT UP YOU’RE GORGEOUS BUY THAT ONE IT LOOKS BETTER THAN THE OTHER 99 YOUR TRIED ON”

“you know what? you’re right! i’ll buy this one”

you and felix share a “oh my god thank god this literally took 500 hours” look

“y/n, felix,, i think it’s gonna be a night to remember”

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so like

the ball isn’t until a month away

there was a lot of planning that had to be done

and yeji and felix SO willingly helped because apparently they have an eye for these things

to your convenience （♯▼皿▼）

who are you gonna hang out with now?????? you think to yourself

“hello hello my pretty pretty pumpkin pie”

right

“hyunjin!!!! you’re hanging out with me today!!”

“okay!”

“okay?”

“yeah! why wouldn’t i?”

“no it’s just.. never mind that was easier than i thought”

“i like hanging out with you!”

“if it makes you feel better yeji and felix are too busy with ball stuff so they couldn’t hang out today”

“well, third choice is better than not being a choice at all! even though you were my first choice”

"ah stop it!! >:(”

“never! anyways what’s your plan”

“... we can go to all the coffee shops again”

“WHAT is your infatuation with me and coffee?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I JUST WANT COBBLESTONE COFFEE AGAIN LET ME LIVE”

“OKAY FINE”

“oooooH and we can go sightseeing!! i wanna see those cute houses i see online all the time!!”

“anything for you princess”

> < you stuck your tongue out at hyunjin

ah too bad though

you missed one of those genuine hyunjin smiles™

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this ball planning stuff goes longer than you expected

you spend a lot of your days in hyunjin’s company

and you’re.. enjoying it?

uh oh no no

“YEJI I MISS YOU CAN WE GO DO STUFF”

“why? you seem like you’re having a lot of fun with hyunjin” she says as she eyes you suspiciously

“i mean.. WE’RE JUST FRIENDS”

“mmhmm”

“I SWEAR!! IT’S NOT LIKE I THINK ABOUt his cute nicknames for me and how he laughs at me every time i drink coffee because i drink it too fast and end up burning my tongue and he laughs at how pouty my face looks and the super cute mole on the bottom of his eye BUT I SWEAR WE’RE JUST FRIENDS” you rant

“...y/n-”

“just. friends.”

“who’s just friends?” you hear hyunjin ask beside you

“bro oh my you just gave me a heart attack” you say

“oh? a heart attack because of my charming looks?”

“what do you want from me???”

“ah i don’t hear denial”

“HYUNJIN”

“okay! okay! pack your bags! we’re going to spain!”

“DUDE”

“DUUDE”

“I HAVE NO MONEY FOR THIS”

“WHAT PART OF ‘HEY I’M A PRINCE’ DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND”

“YEJI HELP” you exasperate as you turn to your best friend

yeji raises her eyebrows and says

“spain? sounds fun! y/n you should go”

“BUT-”

“you heard her!!! let’s go!” hyunjin says pulling your arm

how do you keep getting yourself in these situations?

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so you and hyunjin jump on a train to barcelona

“i can’t believe we’re here”

“well you better believe it princess! now, first things first.. coffee on cobblestone streets?”

“ah look at that! you know me so well”

you and hyunjin spend your day in barcelona walking around and sightseeing

“ah hyunjin take a picture of me by that building!!”

“y/n, you made me take about a million pictures now”

“it’s not my fault you have a talent!”

hyunjin GASPS, “oh? a compliment? from great y/n?? i am not WORTHY”

“oh look! now WHO’S dramatic!” you say as you roll your eyes and smile

you and hyunjin stop at a small but lively restaurant for dinner and 15 tapas and 3 glasses of wine later and you’re dancing on the floor in the middle of the small barcelona restaurant

“come on hyunjin!! dance with me!!!!” you yell

“y/n you’re drunk!”

“i’m not! i swear! now come on!” you say as your drag hyunjin on the dance floor

“uGH fine!” he says smiling

badump

oh?

what’s that hyunjin feels as he looks at you having the time of your life?

dancing like you don’t have a care in the world?

like you’re having genuine fun and experiencing genuine happiness?

“oh you’ve GOT to be kidding me” he thinks to himself

but how can he? when he just realized

that his feelings for you might be something a little more than friends?

oh no

oh god

“hey y/n? we should head home”

you pout

you were having so much fun!

“but hyyyuunnjiinnnniieeee” you say, still with your killer pout

“no buts!!! i can’t even take you on the train! i guess we gotta get a hotel for tonight”

“yaaaay!!!! sleepover!!!!”

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through hyunjin’s many many princely connections, you guys have no problem getting a hotel

“weeeeee!! this bed is so comfy!”

oh! did i mention that the hotel you’re staying at only had one (1) bed?

your hotel only has one (1) bed so you know what that means

“nuh uh you’re taking the floor” hyunjin tells you

“b-but”

“no buts”

hyunjin was half joking

i swear

he just wanted to get a reaction out of you

listen

you’re an emotional drunk

so naturally

you just start crying

“but but”

“hey woah no i was kidding we can BOTH take the bed!! or if you want i’ll take the floor!!! just stop crying i’m sorry” hyunjin freaks

even drunk you were still aware of what’s going on and you weren’t about to let hyunjin sleep on the floor

that’s crazy

“no it’s okay let’s share the bed!”

“oookay...”

so you and hyunjin get in bed in to your respective sides

“good night jinnie” you murmur

“...good night princess”

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the following day..

you try to forget the fact that you got wine drunk

and instead try to figure out why your pillow feels so hard?

like it doesn’t feel like a a pillow

...

wait

why is your pillow moving up and down

why is your pillow breathing

is your pillow haunted????

(a haunted pillow? really?)

as you move your head up to see,,

you were greeted with a peaceful sleeping hyunjin

a pretty hyunjin

with his bedhead!

and your head on his chest

and your arm around his waist!

oh so that’s the thing you were hugging

....

naturally you jump up

you were just sleeping on your enemy but not really anymore i guess ‘s CHEST

NICE GOING

“y/n?”

“OH HAHA H-HI U-UM SORRY G-GO BACK TO BED” you say, refusing to look at his face

“did you turn up the air conditioner? why’d it get cold all of a sudden?”

“I D-DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

“hey also did you feel something on your chest? like i felt like someone was laying on me”

now THIS makes you look up

in confusion

and you’re met with a smirking hyunjin

“i-i’m gonna go order breakfast now!” you say as you walk out of the room

hyunjin flops back on the bed

“ahhh.. what am i gonna do with you?”

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a/n: hehehehehehehheehehehe

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #hwang hyunjin imagines #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz imagines #skz #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin #prince hyunjin #omg finals are stressful why do i have so many things i have to do help #modern prince hyunjin #kpop imagines #cbseung imagines

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revengeofthebluepen · 4 years

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Painted On With Laughter Ch 26/27/28/29

Ch 26 Goodbyes Always Hurt

The funeral was sweet and short. (Name) and Talia gave a short speech about Nyssa before they created her. (Name) was given her mother in a small urn. Talia had fashioned a necklace with a small glass heart, which was filled with Nyssa’s own. (Name) came home a week later to Gotham. She said nothing when Talia dropped her off at the door of the manner. (Name) was quiet as she entered the home. It was just about breakfast time and (Name) peaked her head into the dining room to see Tim and Bruce, still in their suits eating. A small smile appeared on her face as she backed out of the room. She walked up to her room and closed the door gently. (Name) placed the urn on her desk next to a picture of her and Nyssa. It sat next to her picture of Jason.

“There is nothing I can say is there,” came Damian’s voice.

“No, but...”

“What can I do sister?”

“Change into some comfy clothes. Meet me in the gym,” (Name) said before exiting her room. Never once did she look at Damian.

(Name) walked into the library where she found Tim and Dick sitting in silence. They were both in comfortable clothes. Each of them on the couch and reading. (Name) walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of spray cool whip and a bottle of syrup. A smile spread on her face, it was the perfect distraction for her. (Name) opened the spray cream and snuck behind the couch. (Name) aimed and fired the cream at Dick. He jumped in surprised and was about to hit the intruder when he saw (Name) on the floor laughing.

“Hi Bird brains,” (Name) said in between the laughs.

Dick smiled and threw her over his shoulder as Tim watched. (Name) was quick to open the syrup and splashed Tim with it. He smiled knowing he was invited to join in. She threw Tim the can of cream and he sprayed Dick. (Name) was carried by Dick. who was running through the manner, while Tim chased them. They ended up in the gym only a few moments later.

Damian looked upset that the others were with him, but his harsh glare softened seeing (Name) smile. Dick sat (Name) down and Tim stopped when they saw Damian. They stood awkwardly for a moment.

“Don’t you dare,” came Dick’s voice.

(Name) ran to the platforms and was quick to climb up them, with Tim and Damian right behind them. (Name) reached for the bar and waited as the boys chased up the platform after her. (Name) smiled as she flew into the air. She threw herself forwards and caught the next bar. Dick was quick to fly into the air on a bar seconds later. Tim was quick after Dick but when it came to Damian he stood there unsure what to do. (Name) and Dick danced through the airs as they threw each other up in the air before landing on the next bar. (Name) caught Tim when he came close and he too caught another bar. Dick landed on the platform and Tim followed his action. (Name) swung still waiting for Damian to jump as well.

“Damian just trust me,” (Name) said.

He didn’t move and so (Name) turned her head to Dick.

“Wanna give me a hand?”

Dick swung out into the air and onto the other side. (Name) swung into the air and he caught her before throwing her over to where Damian was. (Name) landed on the platform and held the bar for Damian.

“Look out and when you feel like you can fly let go. We will catch you,” (Name) said putting his hands on the bar. He took the bar but was unsure of what she meant. (Name) gave him a small push and he swung forwards.

Damian knew what she had meant only seconds later. He felt like a bird let out of it's cage for the first time. He could fly. He was a true Robin. (Name) watched as he let go and Dick caught him. (Name) felt proud and amazed along with several other feelings. She knew how Mary felt when she helped (Name) the first time.

Damian landed on the other platform and Dick held out his arms to catch (Name). She took a short run forwards before leaping into the air without the bar. Tim and Dick watched in horror as Dick’s eyes widened with fear.

“SPARROW!” he shouted watching her fall.

She twirled in the air almost like she was dancing. She was calm and felt at home in the flightlessness, for this is what she had used to live for. (Name) barely grasped his hands as she fell down to the next below. Dick relaxed feeling her he hands in his own. Tim and Damian could feel the relief wash over them like waves crashing on the shore. The bar swung back and forth till it came to a stand still in the air. No one made a sound as the world came to a stop as (Name) looked up to Dick. Her eyes met his baby blues and she said in a whisper:

“I miss this.”

“This?”

“The thrill. The flying. The adrenaline. The family. The love. I miss it all.”

“I do too.”

Dick lowered his head and closed the space between him and (Name), for he still loved her more than the world just not in the same way anymore. He hated himself for what he did. There was no excuses, no reasons, nothing at all that gave him a solid reason for what he did. They both knew it.

Dick pulled himself and (Name) up onto the bar until they were sitting together on the bar. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked at Tim and Damian who could only stare.

“Do you think this is how Mary and John felt?”

“Yay, I think so. Do you think they would be proud?”

“No, not after the way we have acted in the past. Maybe if we keep on this path I think they would.”

“Sparrow?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Too late,” (Name) said pushing Dick down. He fell into the net laughing without a care in the world. He didn’t need the past’s love, he was grateful for what he had now: a friend. He was fine that it was the same as how it started, for thoses were his fondest memories.

The days passed and (Name) mourned once in awhile only for a little while before moving on. She was truly hurt by her mother’s lose but knew she didn’t want to go down the rabbit hole once more, she needed to move on. (Name) and Dick repaired their friendship and both were happy to have such a familiar feeling. Dick got closer to Tim, who now occasionally called him brother much to Dick’s delight. Damian wasn’t to please with this whole brothers thing, but (Name) knew it would take him sometime. Everything seemed to be a happy ending as the days got better and better. (Name)’s heart, though scared, was beating once more with life. She had finally moved on with everything, she could finally enjoy life once more.

Barbara on the other hand was having her whole life falling apart. She had given up on Dick to pursue Bruce again. She knew there was no chance with Dick anymore for she had ripped a big enough whole in his life. She was in vain each time she tried to get back with until one night Bruce finally caved, much to everyone’s surprise. Barbara and him had become intimate much to (Name)’s disliking. Luckily it didn’t last more than a week and Barbara was kicked out of the mannor. No one questioned as to why Bruce did what he was Batman.

(Name) had taken back to her addicks of sneaking out of the house at night now that Damian had started to do the same after moving into this own room. (Name) missed this as much as she did Dick being her best friend and was glad to be back at it. (Name0 smiled as she jumped roof top to roof top. She forgot the thrill of the fight as she watched Batman from the shadows. She watched his kick some guys as in a red helmet. She didn’t stay to long as she continued on her way. It was at the corner of 21st and 3rd that finally caught a chance for some action. She watched as the riddler run out of the bank with his hench men. (Name) jumped down in her black catsuit complete with a new mask, similar to batman's for it covered everything but her mouth but didn’t have the stupid ears. (Name) jumped down to the ground by the Riddler.

“Riddler, I didn’t take you as the person who wouldn’t leave the Bat a clue.”

The Riddler jumped as he heard (Name) spoke.

“Ah! Phantom w...what are you doing here?”

“I’m not the Phantom, she died a while back I’m her successor Shadow.”

“Oh, My condolences. Would you like to hear a riddle?”

“I was looking forwards to it, Riddler.”

“Riddle me this i am greater than god, more evil than the devil. Poor people have me, the rich need me, if you eat me you will die and it is what you will do. What am I?”

(Name) stood there for a moment thinking and let out a laugh.

“Nothing. Oh but dear Riddler that last part is wrong I will do something,” with that said (Name) threw out a rope with weights on the ends. It hit his two henchmen and tieing them up on the ground. They struggled and the ropes tightened. (Name) pulled out another rope while the Riddler stared at the henchmen. (Name) was quick to tie them up as well. Police sirens were heard in the background as (Name) ran away from the scene.

(Name) watched with a smug face as Gordon took the Riddler away. It felt good to do some good for once. (Name) made her way once more rooftop to rooftop back to where Bruce was. It astonished (Name) how they could still be fighting, almost wishing she had some popcorn to eat as she watched. (Name) watched as the man who called himself the red hood fought with Bruce as she sat in the shadows waiting for them to finish. She watched as the punches were thrown and as Bruce's mask was ripped off. (Name) watched in shock.

“Just to be fair old man,” said the red hood.

The red hood threw his helmet to the ground and it took all (Name) had to not make a sound. She cried silent tears as he spoke. It took everything she had to not move.

“Jason,” Bruce said as (Name) said the name silently in sync with her father.

The tears streamed down her face, as she sat there in shock not knowing what to do or how to act other than to just sit and listen. They both but their masks back on and Jason went to leave.

“Why. Why do you do this,” said Bruce. Jason turned his head over his shoulder.

“I know who,” and with that Jason whistled out a small tune as she jumped off the building. It was their song and (Name) could only let the tears go as she sat alone in the darkness, she called home.

Ch 27. Hello Darkness My Old Friend

(Name) watched Jason like a hawk. She didn’t know how he was alive or even breathing let alone why he hadn’t come back. Thoughts of worry and doubt filled her mind but she pushed them to the side in order to avoid the dangerous rabbit hole. (Name) never brought Jason up to the family and no one asked if anything was different. For some reason (Name) felt like it couldn’t be real. That no matter how much she wished it was her Jason, he wasn’t. She watched him die and held him in her arms as he took her final breath. He was dead. It was just like a dream and (Name) as much as she knew it wasn’t real didn’t want to wake up.

It was a warm sunny day and so (Name) took a blanket, pillow and her backpack with her outside. She walked quietly, like she did every other day, down the cobblestone path. Damian watched with curious eyes as she disappeared into the forest. Dick watched with Damian out the window into the back yard.

“Grayson where does my sister go when she walks the path?”

“Out back,” he said getting ready to chase after her.

“What is out back?”

“Jason.”

(Name) walked quietly outside and took her time in the forest before making it to the hill. She knew Dick and Damian were watching her. She knew Dick would want to go with her and so would Damian. It was no surprise when she heard three set of footsteps running after her. She quickly turned her head around and saw her two brothers and Dick.

“I take it you guys want to join me?”

“You can’t go and run off with some boy that you know and not tell us big sister!” shouted Damian.

“I’m not running off with someone Damian. Just visiting.”

(Name) walked with the three behind her and they chatted about small things in the forest and Damian kept bring up this boy (Name) was supposed to run off with. (Name) lead the group up the hill. Dick and (Name) worked together to spread out the blanket on the ground and took their seats.

“Where is this Jason?” questioned Damian as everyone took a seat on the blanket.

“Right there,” (Name) said pointing at the grave as she pulled out the pillow.

Damian looked around as (Name) placed the pillow behind her back and pulled out a book.

“In the gave Damian,” said Tim as he laid down making himself more comfortable.

“How did he die?”

“Blunt force trauma leading to a great loss of blood.”

“By who?”

“Are you going to play twenty questions or let me read?”

“Please just start (Name),” said Dick.

“The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane,” (Name) said as Dick and Tim listened intencly. Damian couldn’t help but stare at Jason’s grave.

(Name) read while Bruce and Alfred made their way up the hill. She stopped for a brief moment with her finger on the last words she read before looking at her parental figures. Bruce said nothing as he took a seat on the blanket and (Name) continued on.

“All was well,” (Name) said as she shut the book.

“What was he to you sister?” questioned Damian.

“My wind under these flightless wings. The breath of fresh air to a drowning victim. The stars to my dark skies. My life. My world.” said Dick in mimicking tone.

“F*** you Grayson,” (Name) said picking up her book and bag and walking down the path. They all glared at Dick.

“Too soon?”

The days passed and (Name) still watched Jason when she went out on patrol. She watched when Bruce tried to talk to him but Jason would always disappear before anything major would happen. Tired of the doubt he was real (Name) followed him after he abandoned Bruce. She creeped in the shadows as he walked down the alleyway. This part of the city was deserted and no other living things were there.

“I know you’re there. You’re either brave or very stupid to follow me” Jason says slowly.

This caught (Name) off guard and she stumbles and kicks a can. Quickly she moves location but not as Jason lets off a few rounds in other direction.

“That's not very nice” (Name) says her voice just above a whisper.

“Well, I’m not a very nice guy,”Jason say as he scans the alleyway looking for the owner of the voice. It was nostalgic voice like someone from a dream but he couldn’t grasp who it belonged to.

“Are you sure?”

“So you're a lunatic with a death wish,” Jason says as he tries to shoot the owner of the voice once more but still (Name) dodges the bullets.

“We are all mad here.”

“Care to explain, miss loony tune”

“Otherwise you wouldn’t be doing things like this Jason.”

“How do you know my name?”

“She loved you yet you haven’t gone to see her. She still love you.”

“Who is she?” questions Jason. (Name) can feel her heart break a little more. Could he truly forgotten her?

“(Name). Have you already forgotten her?”

“(N...name)?” he says letting the name roll out.

“(Name) the girl you loved once. Though you don’t seem to love her anymore.”

“(Name)’s dead. She gone forever don’t try and trick me. She died a year ago. She couldn’t handle the world after she lost everything. He mind. Her body. Her soul. The Joker killed her. I watched them bury her, she is long gone.”

Laughter escaped (Name)’s lip. She could place the piece together once more. Nyssa’s death wasn’t an accident. Ra had killed her, he need a reason any reason and she must have slipped up. The body would be used to trick Jason. Talia had a talent for lying for the better. Jason must have though Nyssa was (Name). Which meant Talia must of used the rezurrection pit to bring Jason back but why?

“Do tell how this is funny,” Jason said his words dripping with venom. He was going to kill this bithch for laughing at his pain.

“That was Nyssa, (Name)’s mother. (Name) was tortured into submission with poisons and gas to be the next Harley Quinn. Which doesn’t explain why you were there.”

“I was trying to save her but the bat told me I was too late for her. I ended up getting caught and he killed me all while the bat abandoned me to try to save someone else. He always puts the mission's first,” Jason didn’t know why he was telling this voice everything but it just felt right. Like he was letting all the pain wash away.

“Seems like somethings never change,”(Name) said as she made herself visible to Jason for the first time.

“You should stop by the manner, (Name) would love to see you again Jason” says (Name) as she disappears into the night.

Bonus:

Meanwhile in the Batcave, Dick and Tim watch Damian and Bruce.

“HE HAS TO PAY FATHER!” shouted Damian.

Bruce ignored as Damian ranted on how they should avenge Jason for (Name). Tim and Dick couldn’t help but laugh as they thought of Damian being a mini Bruce.

Ch. 28 Every End Starts a New Beginning

The iron gates of Wayne Manor swung open and closed quietly as Jason made his way to the front door. Bruce hadn’t changed the locks in years and so it took no time for Jason to break his way into the back walk way. Jason walked slowly as he approached a hill with the familiar tree. Reaching the top he noticed three tombstones. One for Bruce’s mother, one for Bruce’s father and finally one from himself. It was unreal for Jason to stare at where he once laid lifeless. His mind conjured up images, memories for all he know, of (Name) crying, spending hours clinging to the headstone. She probably would bring a book out and sit with his grave for hours on hours. Maybe she even fell asleep out at the grave before finally detaching her physical self from the grave yard. He pictured her locking herself in her room and just laying there with tears in her eyes. He knew she would stare into the abyss for hours upon hours.

Where was Bruce during all of this? Jason thought to himself but he knew exactly what Bruce would and did do during all of this.

Bruce did what he did best: stay in the shadows. Bruce would allow his own flesh and blood waste away because he too lost people from a tragedy. Bruce would be able to understand the feeling but couldn’t help. He would allow his daughter to waste way to nothing while he struggle to figure out why (Name) did what she did.

At least Alfred was there to help her. Was the only though Jason had as he fluttered his eyes, bring his back to the present. He looked over to where the manner sat, as the sun rose over the roof. He took one final glance at where he once laid before making his way down the cobblestone path.

Inside the manor, (Name) swings rope to rope on the trapeze with Damian in her arms. Neither say a thing as some flies through the air with Tim and Alfred watching them from below. They soon finish the routine and the duo on the ground clap. (Name) and Damian quickly make their way to the ground. (Name) excuses herself to go and freshen up while the others make their way to the kitchen to have a snack. (Name) climbs the staircase to her room. Her breath deepened with every step, she was pushing her limits again. The sweat dripped down from her face as a second pair of footsteps join in with her own.

“Look (Name),” starts of Dick but (Name) is quick to cut him off.

“No you look here. I have been through so much pain. So much more than you can understand. I have lost everything and am repairing the damage not only you caused but everyone has to me. I’m trying to get my life back on track for good and if you treat my losses as jokes, I won’t hesitate kicking you out of my life.”

“You think I don’t know your pain but I do. I lost my parents! I lost Barbara. I lost you when you ran away!”

“You don’t think I thought they were my parents too?! They were the first people to love me and call me their own!” (Name) said with her eyes starting to water.

“I watched them die (Name)!”

“So did I! I watched as their hands reached out to catch each other and the bar fall out beneath them! I watched them fall to the ground! I knew it was coming and I didn’t save them! I….I wasn’t fast enough! Do you know what it's like to carry that weight around! I COULD HAVE SAVED THEM!” (Name) said with the tears now flowing. She continued:

“I lost everything I had. I lost my family. I lost you. I lost my trust in humanity. I was thrown into a bad home. Then when I finally got out of a bad situation and into loving arms you throw me back to the hounds. I lost you all over again Dick. I felt worthless, hopeless and I was alone. I had no one to comfort me. To tell me everything was going to work out for the better. Then when someone came to save me I felt like I could try and live again. You mock him and treat him like dirt, why? Why Dick?”

“Because I was supposed to save you...” Dick said in a whisper.

“You wouldn’t have been able to Dick. You’re not my hero.”

(Name) walked back to her room leaving Dick standing there, alone in the hall. (Name) closed her door and walked into her bathroom. Closing the final door her back hit it and she slid to the ground. The tears flowed as she looked up to the ceiling. She closed her eyes as she tried to steady her breath.

The doorbell rang and Dick snapped back to reality. He walked down the stairs and slowly opened the door only to have Damian close it. Damian looked up to Dick and swiftly kicked him in the shins. Dick toppled over and hit the floor with a loud thud. A list a curses spilled from his mouth as the door creaked open. By now Tim and Alfred made their way to the door. A mysterious man entered the home. He had the same raven hair as the other boys but his eyes were an odd shade of green. A cigarette hung in his mouth as he stepped over Dick to Alfred.

“It’s good to see you again Master Jason,” Alfred said pulling Jason into a short hug.

“It’s good to see you too, Pops.”

By now Tim had connected the dots and smiled. He snuck off up stairs and down the hall as Dick rose from the ground and Damian looked to kill. Damian was quick to try and hit Jason but Jason was quick to pick up the mini-Bruce.

“ This your’s?” said Jason as he held Damian out at arm's length as he squirmed.

“No he’s mine,” said Bruce as he ascended the staircase.

“It’s to see you again Jason.”

“I wish I could say the same, old man,” Jason said setting Damian down.

Dick quickly picked up Damian and held him so he wouldn’t attack Jason. Tim looked over the railing with footsteps approaching him.

“I see you’re taking my officer to stay them?” questioned Bruce.

Footsteps approached the crowd on the floor as Dick started to click things into place. Damian squirmed out of Dicks arms and ran up the stairs.

“You son of a B!tch,” Dick said as he threw a punch at Jason.

Jason quickly deflected the hit and was quick to attack. The two brawled it out as a the pair of footsteps ran faster towards the two. Dick landed on his but as Jason drew a knife. Bruce was quick to tackle Jason off but Jason went after Dick again. Alfred and Bruce worked quickly to separate the two. It was all in vain for the two went at it again. This time Dick had a knife to defend himself. The world came to a stand still when Dick was slammed onto the floor and the knife removed from his hands. His hands were pinned above his arms. His wrists being squeezed until he dropped the knife. The knife was quickly snatched up and thrown to the side. In a blind rage as the attacked got off of Dick he rolled over and grabbed the knife. He stabbed his attacker, causing her to let out a scream. Dick instantly knew it was a mistake.

(Name) looked down where her abdomen was. The knife was lodged in her skin. She slowly stood and stumbled a bit backwards. Jason was quick to run up and steady her. Everyone just stared in horror and shock. She squeezed her eyes tight as she took both hands and removed the knife. The blade bounced on the floor as (Name) dropped it. She held both hands over where the knife once laid. Alfred was the first to snap back into reality. He quickly muttered “kitchen now,” to Jason and went to retrieve the medical kit. Jason quickly picked up (Name) bridal style and carried her into the kitchen. She sat on the counter while leaning forwards onto Jason who stood before her.

“Brings back a lot of memories doesn’t,” (Name) said with a smirk not even looking at her savior.

“You were shot not stabbed,” Jason said recalling the incident.

Her eyes darted up in front of her. She let a few tears shed before she pulled him into a tight hug.

“How…?”

Alfred rushed in and quickly took care of (Name)’s wound before Jason could explain. She held onto his hand and squeezed every time she was put into more pain. Everyone else waited out in the entryway. Dick couldn’t help but stare at his hands while he sat on his knees. ‘You’re not my hero,’ swirled around in his head. Damian went to take a step closer to Dick but Bruce placed his hand on Damian’s shoulder.

(Name) hopped off the counter as Alfred started to wash off his hands in the sink. She felt a pair of arms steady her as she looked up. His emerald eyes met with her but they weren’t the same as before. Jason pulled her into a hig quickly and ran one of his hands through her hair. Alfred left the room and informed the others of (Name)’s injuries.

“I missed you,” was all Jason could mutter as they just stood there in each other embrace.

A cough came from Alfred in the doorway and the two reentered the entranceway. The duo entered with their hands intertwined. No one said anything for a moment but Bruce ruined the moment.

“Family Meeting in the Study.”

No one said anything as they all walked into the room. (Name) and Jason sat together on a couch as Dick glared at Jason as he leaned against the wall. Damian and Tim sat in two of the remaining chairs while Bruce sat at his desk. The doors were closed by Alfred and he was heard walking away. The curtains closed with the push of a button by Bruce.

“Dick, Tim, Damian. This is Jason Todd. He will be living with us as long as he pleases to be here.”

“What do you want with my sister,” Damian said scowling his brows.

A laugh came from Tim but was cut short by (Name).

“I suppose you have this all figured out?”

“Indeed. Jason is the successor of Dick. He wasn’t in prior relation with you before he moved into the manor the 1st time, which should have been sometime after Dick left. After you got you life together after Dick you moved on and went with Jason. When he left you crumbled again and when I arrived you picked your life once more and the rest is history.”

“Close, except I didn’t put my life together. I just survived.”

“So this is the bastard who broke you?” questioned Dick.

The room fell silent and Jason stood from his spot ready to fight.

“Like you didn’t?” said (Name).

“He abandoned you (Name),” said Dick as (Name) rose from her spot.

“ He didn’t. You did.”

“He left you!”

“He didn’t have a choice Dick!”

“Bullshit!”

“I watched him die! He took his last breath in my arms! His blood stained my clothes! You. You were the once that left. The one who had a choice! You left because of some bitch that said she wanted some air! You left when someone offered to distract you from the world. You left when I live my life. When I need you the most! So don’t give me this shit against him, you were the one that left. I thought we could repair the damage and be friends but this….this is just you trying to find a scapegoat.”

“I had to leave, you don’t think I have a choice. I had to leave my life was in danger. You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Why? What could be so dangerous that you had to leave? It sure as hell wasn’t being a robin or Bruce being Batman.”

The room fell silent. Bruce stood from his spot.

“How long have you known?”

“I knew it from the first night I was here. When Jason showed up. When Tim came. When I met mom, Talia, and my little brother. I knew it from the start. I knew what you and Dick did. I knew it was Jason when he was bleeding out. I just didn’t know why you wouldn’t tell me.”

“I want to keep you safe...” he said looking softly at his daughter.

“And a lot of good that did me.”

Bonus of the next chapter.

“How did you know?” questioned Dick

“As for you” reader points to jason “You have some explaining to do.I watch you die, you’re not supposed to be here...” her voice trailed off with the last sentence.

“I did.” Jason says as he glares at Bruce.

“You told me she was dead Bruce” Jason says.

Ch 29 Because I’m Batman

“How did you know?” questioned Dick

“You,”(Name) said glaring at her father, “left me alone for most of the time. I had enough time to find the bat cave. As for the rest it was obvious that every time we got a new family member there was a new robin. As soon as one would disappear another would live here. Not to mention the fighting skills you all have, the connection Bruce has, and the numerous times y'all have disappeared in the night.”

“As for you” reader points to jason “You have some explaining to do.I watch you die, you’re not supposed to be here...” her voice trailed off with the last sentence.

“I did.” Jason says as he glares at Bruce.

“You told me she was dead Bruce” Jason says narrowing his eyes.

Bruce said nothing but Jason didn’t have time to act for (Name) had step between the two and looked at his emerald eyes once more.

“Jason, how did you...”

“The resurrection pits at home sister,” said Damian as he watched Jason.

“That explains…..mom.”

“I did it to help you both move forwards and so Joker would believe you were dead, (Name).”

“Like that would work,”snipped Jason.

“He watched her, he stalked her. He knows every little habit (Name) has. He knows more than she knows about herself. He wouldn’t just let his pride project just be dead,” said Tim.

“The Joker just used her and now he’s done, just like how he was with Harley,” said Dick.

“He broke. He cried. He was a shell of himself when she left him. He didn’t think he’d ever lose her and when he did he fell. He fell hard. He wouldn’t smile. He wouldn’t laugh. He was dead on the inside. Then came me. This girl who was willing to help him because she felt his pain. She knew what it was like to die on the inside. She knew how to help or atleast how to try. She was dying on the inside but was more worried on how to save him than herself. You don’t just toss aside someone who saved you.”

“Then why did he let you go?” questioned Dick.

“Because he struck a cord. He killed Jason. He saw his pain through my eyes, he saw me break all over again. He saw my dead soul come out. He saw all my pain in a split second. When someone you love dies on the inside you never forgive yourself but you try to fix what you can. He let me go because he loved me.”

The room fell silent.

“He lost her all over again and that’s why he let me go because I was her.”

“Her?” questioned Tim.

“His wife. He was married before all this. He was going to have his first child when his apartment caught fire killing his wife and child. The fire was caused by a local mob. He’s not brave nor stupid. He just doesn’t have anything to lose. So he snapped. He made his way to the top so he would never have anyone hurt himself again. He replaced his wife with Harley and me, I was the child he lost when I was younger. Harley left him and he lost his wife all over again. When I got older I was just like his wife and so when I died on the inside, she died too.”

There was a silence. No one was sure what to say. None had know just how broken the Joker was.

“Harley isn’t like him though.She's just as sane as the Joker. But when she fell for him, it wasn’t real. She need someone, anyone and he was the first that took her in. When they first met the Joker had no intent of falling love with her. Hell he didn’t even know until she left him. She basically has little lost puppy syndrome though when they met.” there were questioning looks from the room after (Name) had finished..

“She loves him and will live and die for that man, she’s like a little puppy that he saved. She’ll follow him to the ends of the earth, but he’ll drop her if she becomes dead wait and know he regrets it all.” (Name) said clarifying what she had said.

“How do you know all of this?” questioned Dick

“He loved me. Me the replacement.”

“But he let you go,” argued back Dick

“Were you not paying attention what I just said moment’s ago?” questioned Tim

There was another awkward silence.

“It’s getting late you should all make your way to bed,” Bruce said.

The children made their way out of the studies. (Name) carried Damian on her shoulders while walking with Jason. They held each other's hands as Tim and Dick walked behind them. Dick gritted his teeth as he watched. (Name) put Damian down in his bed and gave him a kiss good night. Damian would never admitted it but he loved being treated like a little kid. (Name) said her goodnights to Tim. As she closed the door of Tim’s room she felt herself being lifted off the ground. She looked up and saw Jason smiling at her with his cocky grin.

“What you want a kiss good night to?”

“Of course,” Jason said leaning his face towards her. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips and (Name) blushed like crazy. There was a cough from behind the couple. It was Dick standing there red with anger towards Jason.

“Piss off Dicky Bird” Jason said flipping off Dick as he carried (Name) off to her room.

Jason entered (Name)’s room and closed the door. He saw in the corner of the room a fort made out of blankets, mattresses and pillows. A grin widened on Jason’s face as he sat (Name) down in it.

“I will be back. Don’t move,” Jason said before running out like a madman.

Moments later a voice came from outside the fort.

“I have (fav. Icecream flavor) and two spoons,” sang out the voice.

“Oh you thought I was going to share?” (Name) said poking her head out of the fort.

Her eyes widened as she was thrown back into the fort. There was a struggle (Name) was throw to the ground. She tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth.

“My, my. Haven’t you grown my little (Name). You see you can’t be mad at me he’s not really dead now is he,” Joker said as (Name) struggled.

(Name) threw the first punch but the Joker won. He tied and gagged her. He lifted her and placed her on his shoulder. They disappeared into the night out of the window. Jason entered the room and dropped the container of ice cream and spoons when he saw the window opened and the fort destroyed.

“(Name)? (Name) this isn’t funny. (Name),” Jason called out as he tore the room apart looking for her.

He lifted the last pillow in the fort and found a note. It read:

Jason, I can’t fall in love with you again. Sorry but I can’t go on.-(Name)

Jason crumbled the paper in his hand and ran out of the room. He exited the manner with a questioning glance from Dick as he ran past. Dick followed Jason as they both ran out into the woods. Jason made his way through the forest and to the otherside. He made his way into an alleyway. Jason undercovered a motorcycle and as he tried to get it started Dick spoke.

“She gets you back and now you are leaving her? Patetic.”

“No, I’m going to save her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to saved?”

“They took her by force.”

“They?”

“Get on,” Jason said once the bike got started.

The duo drove around Gotham looking every place they could for (Name) but they found nothing. As they returned to the manner, both became very stressed. The entered the manner and informed Bruce of the situation. That night the family worked as one to find (Name). She was fixing them every minute she was gone. She brought them closer with every second she was missing for (Name) was the one person they all loved.

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the interview every magazine wanted [drake walker x camille montespan]

NEW ARTICLE!! I actually loved writing this. We got fluff, we got sass, we got corgis, we got Drake getting embarrassed about that intimate photo taken on honeymoon!

(I know some people might find this a weird way of writing fic but I genuinely enjoy writing articles like this, it’s quite fun).

So in this, Liam asking Drake and Camille to make their baby his heir just hasn’t happened. Sorry, not in Cake’s universe. Fuck that.

But Cordonians being all up in Camille’s vagina is all the rage! Yay!

A/N; I added another edited photo in this but there is more writing underneath in case it’s not obvious. The article doesn’t finish when the photo appears.

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'Are we controversial?’ Duchess Camille of Valtoria asks her husband.

The Duke shrugs. ‘If asking for privacy is controversial, then yeah, I guess we are.’

I’m meeting the newly appointed Duke and Duchess of Valtoria at a private members club for one of the most anticipated and sought after magazine interviews in the media. The interview in question will be focusing on the current royal baby obsession sweeping Cordonia. In case you have been living under a rock for the past month, everyone has been wanting Camille to get pregnant. After weeks of dodging paparazzi and rejecting magazine interviews, the couple have finally agreed to sit down with Trend and I am the journalist in charge of writing this feature. It has to be good. To say I’m nervous is an understatement.

Drake and Camille are notoriously private. That is the one thing you need to know about them. The fact I even got this interview is a big deal.

‘One interview. Our only interview. Our words, no editing, no twisting what we say,’ Drake told me down the phone. I agreed.

The thing is... Camille isn’t pregnant yet. They want to use this interview to set the record straight.

When I meet them in the drawing room of the Cordonia Club, they both stand to greet me. Camille hugs me tight. ‘I love your dress!’ she says. Drake shakes my hand and asks what I would like to drink.

They’re dressed casual-smart. Camille is wearing burgundy cigarette trousers, a silk dark blue vest and black suede loafers with gold lionness heads stuck on top - they’re amazing. Drake is wearing a grey fisherman sweater, dark jeans and brown suede boots. They’re a ridiculously good looking couple; it makes my heart hurt a little.

Did I tell you that Drake smells amazing? He leans over to hand me a glass of water and I catch a whiff of sandalwood and leather. Umf.

The first question I ask is if they think they’re controversial which they ponder for a moment before Drake’s casual answer.

To be frank, the beginning of their marriage attracted controversy from the get go. They got married two months ago at Drake’s family ranch in Texas. They rejected the idea of a royal wedding and instead chose to be surrounded by just close friends and family, which meant no media frenzy. This angered the media and public alike.

‘As we were just starting out as the new Duke and Duchess, I don’t think we were prepared for the intense reaction our wedding would have,’ Camille tells me. She is sat curled up on a chaise lounge, her back settled against Drake. They are sat like a normal couple who binge watch box sets. Not a Duke and Duchess. ‘We didn’t realise how much the public wanted to see our wedding.’

This may sound naive but Drake and Camille genuinely had no idea how popular they were until after they became husband and wife. ‘We were commoners,’ Drake explains. ‘We weren’t in the same league as say, Bertrand, the Duke of Ramsford.’

‘But it exploded for us when we went on honeymoon,’ Camille continues. ‘We had this beautiful and intimate wedding, away from the press. No social media, nothing. We wanted away from the chaos. It was a little bubble, you know? But as soon as we got on the plane to the Maldives, I saw the in flight magazine and oh my God, the headlines.’

They didn’t let it ruin their honeymoon though. Camille continued to drink champagne and cliff dived into the ocean - Drake shows me a video he took of Camille jumping from a cliff in her bikini and it looks terrifying, but she turns to the camera with a mega watt smile on her face before jumping off the edge. Drake shouts proudly in the video, ‘Yes baby!’

But, the press had been savage. Articles focused on asking if the couple even cared about Cordonia while they were swigging champagne.

‘We were on our honeymoon!’ Drake protests.

Others called them traitors for marrying in the US - ‘ridiculous because we’re both American..’ Drake mutters.

Drake is clearly not a fan of the press.

One tabloid conducted an investigation into Camille’s background and brought up her sad childhood; she lost her parents aged five to drugs and was adopted by her grandmother. She never went to college because she couldn’t afford it and started working aged 14 while attending school so she could help her grandmother with bills. She waited tables at a diner until she came to Cordonia.

Camille goes quiet when I mention her parents. ‘I guess they’re going to be brought up to me,’ she whispers. ‘I should get used to it.’

Drake takes her hand and takes over. ‘They bring up her parents in a negative way, as if her history is meant to tarnish her. But what they don’t mention is how strong Camille is, how she doesn’t let it define her. That should be the focus of that story.’

Camille smiles gratefully at Drake and I see how their relationship works. They are a team. I decide to steer the conversation away from her parents which is clearly a sore subject - besides, we are here today to discuss the current obsession with Drake and Camille having a baby.

She insists she’s not pregnant.

As soon as Drake and Camille came back from their honeymoon, her stomach became circled in paparazzi pictures, asking if she had a bump or had just eaten a lot of pasta that day.

‘Pasta. I love pasta,’ Camille says dryly.

Social media imploded with tweets begging for a Cake baby.

‘Cake is like our couple name..’ Drake groans. ‘Someone came up with it and christened us that abomination. Apparently we were trending on Twitter. Something about a cake baking in the oven?’

Cordonia has always been set in its ways. A traditional country that puts family and the home first, it is not modern and it often lags behind it’s European counterparts. The need for a royal baby increased, as a Duke and Duchess without a pregnancy within the first year is seen as bad luck and will bring about instability.

‘There’s talk that if we don’t have a baby, the country will be unstable,’ Camille says. ‘I don’t know how we have had that pressure placed on our shoulders but I’ll tell you now, I don’t like it. I don’t appreciate being bombarded by paparazzi shouting at us, asking how many times we fucked on our honeymoon. I don’t appreciate having every outfit I wear scrutinised for a baby bump. I don’t appreciate it when journalists joke to Drake asking if he’s had ‘some sweet ass today.’ I’ve had so-called doctors talk to newspapers charting my health and chances of getting pregnant. What goes on inside my uterus is nobody’s business except ours.’

‘I literally protect her wherever we go now,’ Drake joins in. ‘If we’re leaving a building, I scout the most hidden exit. I keep her shielded from the press. We’re both under pressure in different ways but I honestly wish Camille didn’t have any of it. She’s under so much pressure to have a baby and we’ve only been married two months.’

I ask if they should have expected this sudden obsession because of who they are. Drake stares at me, a hard expression on his face.

‘We may be the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria but we didn’t sign up for this,’ he answers. ‘We’ll take the title, we’ll take on the responsibilities required of us to support Valtoria, hell, we’re happy to do all that. But we won’t stand for being hounded. I won’t stand for it. I want Camille safe and last week, she wasn’t.’

Last week, Camille was mobbed when she was out with her friends, Olivia Nevrakis, the Duchess of Lythikos, and Lady Hana Lee. A mob of photographers chased after the three friends on the way to Camille's car, surrounding the vehicle so they couldn't drive away. The photographs made front page news with Olivia flicking up her middle finger at the camera and Camille screaming at the paparazzi to leave her alone. Hana continously beeped the car horn, shouting for them to move.

Drake shakes his head. 'I was so angry about that. By all means, take photos of us from a distance but don't terrify my wife. Don't chase her and her friends. That's why I've started talks to issue a restraining order. Some of those paps went too far.’

Drake has indeed done that. Details are being kept hush for now but soon, the majority of the press won't be able to go near the Duke and Duchess. We don't know how strict this will be but knowing Drake, it will be a big change.

‘We went into this agreeing that we were going to do it our way,’ he tells me. ‘We want to be the most normal Duke and Duchess Cordonia has ever seen and that applies to any kids we might have. The happiest times of my childhood was when I was in Texas; Camille’s happy memories stem from playing in the garden with her grandmother. That is the kind of stuff I want for our kids.’

But surely nobility aren’t the same as commoners?

Drake chuckles. ‘We’re changing that from the inside.’

I point out that they are like the Duke and Duchess of Sussex - or, to use their more popular names, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. Both couples crave privacy and Meghan herself has been under scrutiny by the British public and press.

Camille sighs. ‘I feel worse for her because she’s married into a dynasty. We aren’t even related to the king; but Harry is. So Meghan has stepped into this role, right into the deep end. A lot is put on her shoulders.’

I ask if she has met Meghan.

Camille hesitates. ‘No, but she’s written me a note. We’re both similar in terms of our situation. American, not born into royalty, people wanting to know about every aspect of our lives. A true rags to riches tale, as one tabloid described me.’ She sounds bitter at this.

‘Hey, at least Meghan’s got Harry,’ Drake jokes. ‘You got me and I’m as common as you! I know nothing!’

Camille nudges him gently with her elbow and giggles. ‘Yeah but you’re Drake Walker. Oh my Lord, you’re the best.’

Drake grins and they look a little lost in a daydream, blushing at each other. I forget they are still in that honeymoon stage and not yet wanting to punch each other in the face.

I go back to their desire for privacy, bursting their bubble. I look at Drake, who reddens but straightens his back. He knows what’s coming.

On their honeymoon, Camille took a private photo of Drake. Little did she know that her phone would get hacked and the photo made international news. Yes, it even spread out from Cordonia.

The photo - in case you haven’t seen it and if you haven’t, you have definitley been living under a rock- showed Drake naked from the waist up, his lower half covered by bed sheets, reclining against the headboard. He is smirking at the camera, a staged pose that made many women -myself included- and also many men hot under the collar.

He looked rugged. Like he had just come back from cutting wood outdoors and just wants to relax in front of his lady love before drinking whiskey by the fire.

I ask if it’s okay to bring this photo up because the shade of beetroot that Drake has turned is making me falter.

‘Fine, I’m just going to own it,’ Drake sighs, holding his hands up. ‘It was a fun thing, only meant for Camille’s eyes, and shocker- it went viral.’

Camille takes his hand. ‘Sure, when we first saw that the photo had been leaked, we were shocked. It was a huge violation. I wanted to hunt down the person who leaked the picture. But then when I thought about it, I was like ‘hell yeah, that’s my husband!’ He looks amazing in that picture and he’s all mine.’

‘You have to say that..’ Drake says, blushing. ‘You’re my wife.’

Camille rolls her eyes. ‘Drake, anyone with a pulse loved that picture. Remember Smith from Sex and the City who posed naked with a vodka bottle? That was my sexual awakening! Just think: you have been some innocent girl’s sexual awakening!’

Drake looks horrified.

I mention that a few of my colleagues had the picture saved as their phone screensaver. Camille bursts out laughing. Drake stares at me. ‘Who does that?!’ he asks, his voice turning high pitched.

Camille shakes her head. ‘Drake, you can’t talk. You had Salma Hayek saved as your phone screensaver for years.’

‘Yeah, until I met you! Besides, I was really young then! Now my phone screensaver is of you!’

They’re bickering like a married couple. Which they are. It’s really sweet.

‘My mom texted me about the photo,’ Drake admits.

Camille giggles. ‘What did she say? Oh yeah- ‘that’s my boy!’ She falls about laughing and Drake grabs her, tickling her under the arms. She starts screaming.

‘She hates being tickled,’ Drake tells me, while still tickling her. ‘Don’t ya, Camille?’

‘I yield!’ Camille gasps. Drake lets go but the two of them are still tactile; their hands are always touching.

I ask what’s next for them as Duke and Duchess. Camille grins. ‘We have corgis now.’

Drake laughs. ‘She’s obsessed with our new corgis.’

Camille shows me photos of their dogs on her phone. ‘Cheddar was getting lonely so we got Olive. Look at Olive! Look at how giddy she is when Drake arrives home!’ She shows me a short video of Drake coming home and Olive is bounding around his feet, barking excitedly. You can hear Drake saying, ‘Yes Olive, I love you too...’

Camille puts away her phone and looks at me seriously. ‘Honestly though? What’s next for us? I just want us to be happy. That’s all I want for us.’

Drake squeezes her hand. ‘Whatever that entails, I’m so ready for it.’

A month later, which is when this interview is about to go to print, Drake and Camille issue a statement:

We are pleased to announce that we are expecting a baby. The baby is due in September and we couldn’t be more excited and thrilled. We would appreciate privacy during this time in our lives so we can focus on planning for our new family and look forward to meeting our new arrival in the Autumn.

-The Duke and Duchess of Valtoria

The kingdom goes crazy. The press try to take photos of the couple, but thanks to Drake’s newly established restraining order, photographers aren’t allowed within ten feet of the Duke and Duchess.

Magazines are full of baby name predictions. Some ask who the baby will look like. Drake the DILF memes go viral.

But shielded away from the craziness are Drake and Camille. They attend royal events, wave to the cameras and meet adoring fans. Someone took a photo of an older lady speaking to Camille before handing her a present; it’s a tiny babygro with an embroidered corgi on the front and Camille shows it to Drake, her eyes filling with happy tears.

Drake and Camille have set boundaries around their life and I don’t blame them. But they will still go to these events and smile at the cameras and talk to journalists because that is their job. That is what they have to do and they accept that.

What they don’t have to do is tell everyone about every single intimate detail of their lives.

Had Drake and Camille known they were expecting a baby when I interviewed them? Well, Camille drank water and insisted a lot that she wasn’t pregnant. She seemed more excited about their corgis.

Maybe she didn’t know.

But I realise this is not my business. It is their business, nobody else’s.

And as a journalist who craves the next big story, I have to say; I’m in Drake and Camille’s corner.

#drake walker #camille montespan #cake #trr fanfic #the royal romance #trh #the royal heir #choices the stories you play

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Used to Be Overlooked. Chapter 5.

Summary: Steve Rogers was walking down the streets of Brooklyn after finishing a mission. The goal was just to take some time to clear his mind along the city streets, but when he runs into a gorgeous young lady that looks extremely familiar… How can he go about moving on? Who is she? What does he know her from? Was that memory even from this decade?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Rosalyn Ember/ Y/N ?)

Word Count: 1900+

Warning: SLOW BURN. Soooo slow, but sooooo worth it…

A/N: Short chapter, but worth it. We are going to get a little more clues to Miss. Rosalyn Ember... Also, I finished my last final last night, so my writing schedule will be more open!!! Yay! Also, please send feedback! I want to know what you guys thing:)))

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Chapter 5:

As soon as you hung up the phone with Bruce, you let out a long and shaky breath. Maybe he still doesn’t know you are. Maybe they didn’t show any pictures. Maybe…

Oh, who were you kidding? The chances of him not connecting the dots were at 5% or lower. It’s fine. It’s fine. You can avoid them. You are a busy woman. There was always going to be something to do that you could use as an excuse to not have dinner with them… But how long could you keep that up?

You placed your phone on the kitchen counter looking down at it. You had just walked through the door when your phone rang and the whole conversation started. Rolling your eyes at the turn of events you decided you would worry about it after you got out of your work clothes and made dinner.

You ran upstairs in your quaint little house that was vintage, something you always looked for in a house, but modern enough for comfort.

You put on a pair of grey joggers, a cropped tank top, and a simple sweater over it that always fell off your shoulder due to the size. You walked over to your vanity, and saw all your curls from today had been tousled due to you running your hands through them. A stressful habit you picked up. You quickly threw it up in a high ponytail and pulled a few strands out to loosen it a little.

Coming back down the stairs, you glanced at your phone again as you walked by it thinking if you should just pick it up and give into the invitation. Maybe it was time to face your fears after all these years...

No. Now was not the time.

You went to the fridge and started pulling out things to make a small meal. Homemade mac and cheese it was. You got the ingredients out and started boiling the pasta while the cheese and milk mixed.

Again, you looked over at your phone where it hadn’t moved from you coming in. You played with the threads of your sweater biting your lip really thinking about it.

“NO! No. You aren’t going to do it. Not worth it. You’ll be moving on in another 2 years. Not. Worth. It.” You silently cursed yourself.

The food was done, so you made yourself a bowl before grabbing your laptop and heading for the dining room table to eat and continue to work. Like you had said, there was always something to be doing. __

It had been 2 days since they called you and no one really brought it up since then. There were a few teasing remarks here or there directed at Steve, but nothing that was looked too much into.

Steve was in the kitchen with Sam reviewing their last mission when Tony came in.

“Hey Cap, mind if I talk to you for a minute?” he asked smiling at the two at the table.

“Sure, what’s up?” Steve said. Sam nodded and grabbed his protein shake before leaving just the two of them alone.

“So, I’ve noticed something that keeps coming up on the most recent search history on the house computers,” Tony said taking a seat across from Steve, and interlacing his fingers giving him a look.

Steve just went blank faced knowing what he was talking about, but didn’t want to exploit himself.

“What kinda thing?” Steve said fidgeting with some papers.

“I think you know,” Tony retorted with an eyebrow quirking up. “Something having to do with a women and quite possible love interest?”

“Tony, I-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Tony said putting up a hand. “I just wanted to see what the fascination was about. It looks like you’ve done quite a bit of research on her.”

“Yeah… I’ve been meaning to talk to Nat or you about that actually,” Steve mumbled.

“What about? How to ask her on a date? Cause you’re not going to find any good ways via internet,” Tony chuckled.

“No, I uh- I actually ran into her the other day before Banner’s meeting with her. She seemed like she knew me, but I didn’t really recognize her,” he let out a sigh. “Tony, she knew my name. She was walking off and called me Steven. I never said who I was.”

“Hmmm... Interesting,” Tony paused processing it. “Maybe she’s a fan. I mean a lot of the world does know who you are.”

“She didn’t seem like the fan girl type. Plus, they know Captain America. Not many care to know Steve Rogers.”

“Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from… Is that why you’ve been researching her? Trying to figure out where you know her from?”

“Yeah.”

“Any luck? I’m assuming not since your research hasn’t seemed to show anything no one already knows,” Tony laughed leaning back in his seat.

“You can see what I looked up?”

“Uh, duh. I created the computers and this smart house. Not that hard to see what you guys use it for,” he winked.

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Since you already know everything now. Think you can help me dig a little more?”

“Sure! I’m kinda curious myself now. I’ll get right on it. I should have a whole file for you tomorrow some time,” He said getting up and heading for the exit.

“Stark!” Steve shouted making him turn back around. “Can you keep this between us? I don’t want everyone teasing me on it. It’s already a lot with Bucky.”

“I’ll do my best. But you know how my mouth works,” he winked shooting a finger gun before leaving.

Steve let out a sigh knowing there was definitely a chance of Tony making a scene out of all this. But then he heard Stark yell from the hallway.

“Don’t worry kid! I’ll keep my mouth shut!”

Steve laughed under his breath and went back to reviewing the papers. Now maybe he could get some work done knowing that the issue with figuring out who you were was being looked into.

The next morning, Cap was in the gym working out earlier than usual. He couldn’t get much sleep since he was anxious to see what Tony would find on you.

He had just ran 10 miles beating a new record time wise, and had done over an hour of different strength training when Tony made his way in dramatic as always.

“You owe me SO much for all the time and effort I put into this research. All 2 hours worth.” he said waving an manila folder toward the soldier.

Steve released the leg press he was doing, and grabbed a towel laying on the back of the chair.

“Two hours?” he said wiping the little bit of sweat that accumulated as he stood.

“Yeah, I started shortly after our little talk, and after QUITE a bit of information thrown at me, I made myself a nice bath and glass of scotch, and went to bed. Figured you would want it as soon as possible,” he said waving the folder at Steve who took it with a small smile.

“As soon as possible is 10 hours later?”

“You got it didn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah. So, what did you find?” Steve said opening it and looking in it.

“Actually-” Tony closed the folder in Steve’s hand making him look him in the eyes confused. “I think we should grab Bucky, and sit down and go over what’s in there. It’s a little more, hmmm… What’s the word? Shocking, than I thought it would be…” Tony said crossing his arms and pursing his lips with a tilt of his head.

“Good or bad shocking?” Steve said worried.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” he said walking out. Steve close behind. “Where would Bucky be at this time of day?” he said turning the corner on the way to scout out the rest of the building.

“Ok, so you finally told Tony what’s going on?” Bucky said as they sat in Stark’s office gathered around the desk.

“More like he found out. He was checking the browsing history on computers and came across my search of Rosalyn,” Steve said leaning back in his chair.

“Wait, you go through the browsing history on the computers?” Bucky said all of a sudden nervous.

“Yes, and don’t worry Buck. I won’t tell anyone what I’ve found on your stuff,” Tony winked getting a glare from Bucky.

“Stark,” he gritted.

“What am I missing here?” Steve said perking up interested at his friends secret.

“Nothing. It’s not as weird as he’s making it out to be. Let’s just get back to the problem at hand. Steve. What did you find?” Bucky said avoiding the question and pushing on.

“It’s what I found, and I think you guys will be quite interested,” Tony said sliding a second file onto the desk toward Bucky so they each had one.

They opened and started flipping through the papers. After a few minutes, Bucky spoke up.

“I don’t get it. Why am I looking at multiple peoples information? I thought we were just talking about Rosalyn.”

Steve and Tony shared a solemn look before turning to Bucky who was looking between them.

“That’s the thing,” Tony said coming around the table and leaning against the front. “Like Cap said, nothing goes back further than 5 years for her. But… There are some people who look just like her that show up every once in a while. We have Emmeline Francis. Violet Transton. Amelia Manners. Ruby Grant. Renee Foster. Margaret Masters. Those were just a few that I found. I’m sure if I dug some more, than the list goes on. She has a thing for the more old fashioned names.”

“And the dates…” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s another thing. The dates,” Tony said sighing. “They are 5-6 years apart. But somehow, she never ages. This supposed Rosalyn Ember, is either changing her identity ever 5-6 years, or her family has really strong genes and all the cousins look the same,” Steve and them sat for a second processing. “Of course, that’s not possible because each alias has no record of family. Either says she’s from foster care, dead parents, or nothing at all.”

“So, in conclusion…” Bucky breathed out picking up on what was happening.

“In conclusion, this Rosalyn Ember is looking like a lot of other people, and somehow knows who I am. Could she be, I don’t know, gifted or something? Because according to the time stamps and all the aliases, that makes her..” Steve started doing the math and shot his head up when he had the answer. “Almost as old as Bucky and I.” There was a pause. “Given that there are more names and identities she has, she could be in her 80’s or close to her hundreds.” he turned to Buck who was blank faced with his mouth open.

“Holy shit,” Buck muttered.

“I thought the same thing. And that, is why I needed a hot bath after all this.” Tony said putting his hands up and going back around the desk. “You know what we have to do now.”

“What?” Steve and Bucky said together.

“We have to investigate ourselves. Not just online, but in person.”

Steve and Tony made eye contact knowing exactly what needed to be done. The only way to get to the bottom of this wasn’t like this, but Steve talking to her himself.

Chapter 6

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spideyy-girl · 5 years

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Sober ~ Klaus Hargreeves (Non-Binary!Reader)

Request by @gravity-9-8: Klaus hargreeves x reader, please? Something cute and confessing their love?

Summary: Klaus finally realizes he’s madly in love with his best friend but is too sober to confess.

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Warnings: drinking, drug use, like two swear words or something

Word Count: 1629 (4.6 pages)

Date: April 22, 2019

A/N: This took way too long! I’m very sorry, tumblr thought it would be fun to delete half the story like last week, so I had to rewrite it... yay. But I hope you like it, I thought it was pretty cute, but if you wanted something else, please tell me! Also, I thought I would write this as not gender specific, so it works for everyone reading this! Hope you all like it!

Y/N L/N has known the Hargreeve children for a long time, and would most definitely be considered their best friend. They were all very close when they were children, the kids of the Umbrella Academy immediately took a liking to them Y/N could recall many good memories on those Saturdays they were allowed to come to the Academy, even if the time they had together was limited to noon to half past noon, and they were only allowed to come over once a month.

But that was when they were children. That was many years ago.

It seems as if it has been a lifetime since they last saw the Umbrella Academy kids, most of them went their separate ways, trying to get away from their so-called father. And now, today, that father has died; which is why Y/N is now standing in the giant living room of the Academy, old memories rushing through their head as they walked down the dusted halls, looking at the disturbing yet all too familiar pictures of small children performing horrible acts of violence against each other. She peeked into the Hargreeves old rooms, checking to see if anyone else was in the building with them, but was shown no signs of any of the sibling. Ironically enough, they were apparently the first one there.

Admittedly, Y/N didn't want to come to the funeral. They never liked the man and he had always treated them horribly, constantly reminding them that they would never be as good as his 'children', and how Y/N doesn't deserve to even be in their presence. They had a reason to come here, and it wasn't to see the dead man's ashes fall blatantly to the ground. Their reason was a certain someone who always held a close place to their heart.

"..Y/N?" a slightly slurred voice called out behind her as she wandered out of the kitchen. They turned around to meet with the slightly red eyes of said reason from before. Of course, this was none other than Y/N's truest best friend and very long term crush, Klaus Hargreeves.

"Well look who it is," Y/N said softly as they went up to Klaus, almost running into his arms. Klaus squeezed them tightly in his arms, lifting them from the ground just a little bit. "I missed you so much, Klausy."

"God, I missed you too," he whispered back into their hair, smiling as he feels them snuggling deeper into the crook of his neck. "You have no idea how boring life is without you! I don't even know how I'm alive with all the years we've been apart." Klaus jokes and Y/N lets out a giggle. They pull apart and Y/N couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous man in front of them, I mean, how could they not get lost in his perfect green eyes. Klaus was staring just as intently at Y/N, wondering how they seemed to become even more perfect through the years he hasn't seen them. The tender moment was broken by someone behind them clearing their throat. The two jumped apart, looking behind them to see Vanya Hargreeves.

"Vanya!!!!" Y/N exclaimed running towards the smaller woman and tightly embracing her, almost knocking her down in the process. Klaus watched on, with a small smile painted on his lips. Even though it's been so many years, they're just as he remembers them. And it's good, refreshing even, to see the childish glint in their eye. Klaus leaves to give Y/N and his other siblings their own time to reencounter, deciding that he would scavenge his father's office in look for money. After all, he was still spending the week with his siblings, he'll need a little something extra to deal with all that pent up angst between them.

The funeral was a giant mess, and that's as underexaggerated as you can get. It was terribly awkward, watching Luther tip over the vase holding his father's ashes, only for them to fall blatantly to the ground. Then, not unexpectedly, Luther and Diego got into a fight. Klaus dragged Y/N inside after seeing that Diego was throwing knives again.

Klaus still held onto Y/N's hand tightly, dragging them to the liquor room. He told them to take a seat on the chair in the middle of the room as he wandered over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a rather large and completely full bottle of vodka, a glowing smile dancing across his face as he picked it up and kissed it, getting a cup and putting a reasonable amount in it, before ignoring it and taking a swig from the bottle.

"Whoo! You know I needed some of that." Klaus said as he cradles the bottle in his arms, walking over to his best friend and taking a seat down next to them, plopping his feet onto their lap. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his actions, rolling their eyes and stealing the bottle from Klaus.

"Knowing you, Klaus, I think I should be taking this away before you get the chance to finish the whole bottle," Y/N teased, bringing the bottle to their lips to take a drink, only for the bottle to be snatched again by their counterpart. Klaus laughed at them.

"And knowing you, my lovely Y/N, I can never let you have another drink of alcohol or another joint again, after the last little incident," Klaus smirked at them, causing a red blush to paint their cheeks as they gasped and pushed his arm.

"Ok, that was only one time!! And it was my first time trying any of that stupid shit anyways." Y/N defended themself as they laughed along. "And besides, I was young, I've learned how to hold my liquor these past few years."

"Oh, really?" Klaus questioned, sitting up and taking his feet of Y/N's lap, scooting closer to them. "Then prove it to me, I'd like to see how much you've changed." Y/N squinted their eyes, already laughing at their dumb competition.

"Oh it's on, Number Four," she said.

Not even half a bottle later, it turns out that Klaus's predictions were, in fact, correct. Y/N stood on the coffee table, singing their heart out to "I Think We're Alone Now", dancing in a horrible manner, but it was still entertaining to watch. Klaus looked on in amusement, a cup of very expensive whiskey in one hand and a joint in the other. He was still generally sober, but that was only because he didn't want to miss the show being given to him by the beautiful person dancing like a lunatic in front of him. He could only watch in awe as they jumped off the table and started spinning, still screaming the words.

Y/N realized that Klaus was still on the sidelines, watching them as they went crazy. They giggled, going up to him and finishing his whiskey for him before putting the glass down rather harshly and taking his hand. They dragged him to the middle of the room before starting to move again, a bit offbeat to the song. Klaus laughed and joined in, dancing around with the person he's harboured feelings for for years.

But wait. He's never really confessed that to himself before. Thinking back to it, he couldn't deny it. He felt it in the pit of his stomach whenever they were around, a simple smile of theirs could unleash butterflies in his stomach, and when they looked at him he felt like melting under their gaze. Y/N soon realizes that Klaus had stopped moving with her, looking at them in a way they couldn't describe.

"Klausy?" Y/N called out his name, and his eyes widened as he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He smiles lightly at them, walking over and grabbing their hand, pulling them close to him as he swayed along to the music. Y/N put their head on his chest, yawning.

"You starting to feel tired, my love?" Klaus asked, looking down at the gorgeous figure. They looked up at him, their eyes catching his stare. Y/N nodded, feeling the after-effects of the alcohol starting to come up on them. Their legs collapsed under them as they passed out, Klaus just barely catching their dead weight. He picked them up bridal style and walked up the stairs to his room, which proved increasingly hard with a sleeping Y/N in his arms. He kicked open his door and gently placed them in his bed, putting them in one of his shirts, which on them looked 5 times too big. After he changed into his own pyjamas, deciding it might be inappropriate wearing underwear with Y/N in the room.

He crawled into the single bed, Y/N snoring lightly beside him. Memories of their sleepovers when they were younger and Y/N would sneak in after midnight filled his head, making him smile as he looked over at them. He turned over and wrapped his arms around their waist. Y/N moved to sleep practically on top of him, placing their head on his shoulder as their hand held the shirt that covered his chest. Klaus gently kissed the top of their head.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered as he looked down at them, sleeping peacefully and undisturbed. Klaus sighed, before turning his head in a comfortable position and closing his tired eyes, trying to get some rest. But just before he dozed off, he heard a small but familiar voice say something in the dark.

"I love you too, Klausy."

#klaus hargreeves x reader #number four x reader #the umbrella academy #requested #imagine #tua imagine #klaus hargreeves #robert sheehan x reader #tua

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Tykey (Family Holiday Pt 1)

"The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh, the ally-ally-oh, the ally-ally-oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh, on the last day of September!" Ruby's voice warbled throughout the car. She was sitting in the middle of the back seat, next to her little sister, trying her best to make her smile.

"I thought the line was 'on the first day of September', not the last?" Ruby's girlfriend, Kori, piped up. She sat on Ruby's other side and had watched this whole display, smirking at the two sisters.

"It's a nursery rhyme, the lyrics are what you want them to be," Ruby said with a shrug, turning to face her parents. "Right mum?"

"It's true, I've sung countless different versions over the years," Jaya called back from the driver's seat.

"Well, it doesn't seem to matter to Megan. She's still looking a bit grumpy." Kori replied, gesturing to the toddler in her car seat. Ruby's singing had managed to stop the tears that had flown earlier, but she still seemed unhappy to be in the car.

"That's because you're not singing her favourite one." Camryn looked up from the map she was reading and turned to Jaya with a grin. "Want to do the honours?"

Jaya grinned back, took a deep breath, and started singing, "The wheels on the bus go round and round!"

"Round and round, round and round!" Camryn, Ruby, and Kori sang back in response.

"The wheels on the bus go round and round!" Jaya continued.

"All day long!" Ruby and Kori finished, bursting into laughter.

Megan giggled and clapped her hands. "wound and wound, wound and wound!!" she sang with glee. Jaya turned to the girls in the back seat for a second with a smug smile on her face.

"You're welcome." She said sweetly, before turning back to focus on the road. The car rolled to a stop, and Megan, noticing this, began laughing again.

“I can see the sea, I can see the sea!” Everyone turned to look out of their windows, and the car went silent again. Kori leaned over to her girlfriend and whispered,

“Should we tell her that’s just a big river?” Ruby gave her sister a small smile and turned to her mothers for help.

“Nearly there, sweetheart. Just a little bit longer.” Camryn turned around in her seat and lightly squeezed Megan’s hand. “We’re just stuck in a bit of traffic, that’s all.”

Jaya stared at the sea of cars in front of her and frowned. “Stuck is right, it doesn’t look like anyone will be moving for a while.”

Turning back around, Camryn began digging through the bag on the floor in front of her. “Luckily for us, we came prepared!” She said, pulling out a pack of double chocolate cookies. Ruby and Kori broke into cheers, and Jaya looked at her wife with a smirk.

“I wonder how those got in there,” she said with a laugh.

“You know, I have no idea,” Camryn replied, flashing an innocent smile, before passing the cookies around. Ruby took three and broke one in half before passing it over to her little sister. Megan grabbed the cookie and began happily stuffing her face, smiling widely as she did so.

Nibbling at her cookie, Kori took her book out of her bag. Opening it to the marked page, she turned it towards Ruby so she could see. “Okay, so to recap. This is where we’re going.” Kori pointed to a picture of a village in the book with an excited look on her face.

“That is correct.” Ruby smiled.

“And this.” Kori turned a page and pointed to a picture of the legendary King Arthur. “Is the adventure we’re gonna go on. Tintagel has so much King Arthur stuff it’s insane!” Kori continued, her smile getting bigger with every word. She had been looking forward to this trip since Ruby first brought it up, and was ecstatic she was invited along. King Arthur was her favourite legend, and visiting one of the towns associated with him was a dream come true.

“Legend has it that he buried his most valuable treasure somewhere in Tintagel, and we’re going to find it!” She finished, pumping her fist slightly in the air.

“Hell yeah, we are!” Ruby replied, and the two high fived. "We're gonna find that treasure, make you famous, and then use your fame to stick it to every shit head at school!"

"Ruby! Not in front of your sister, please?" Jaya called from the front seat.

"Sorry, mum!" Ruby called back, before turning to Megan. "We're gonna stick it to every silly head in school aren't we Meg?" she said, booping Megan lightly on the nose.

"All the silly heads!" Megan squealed back, giggling. Jaya gave a small sigh of relief when suddenly the traffic began to move again.

"Hey, looks like we'll get there before dinner after all!" she said, giving a final glance at the backseat. The girls cheered, and the family began the final leg of their journey.

After another hour of driving, they had finally reached Tintagel. Hopping out of the car, Ruby and Kori stretched slightly, before turning to look at their house. Jaya and Camryn had rented a small cottage just outside of the village, meaning they could enjoy their evenings away from the crowds of tourists that visited the village every year.

“Aww, it looks so much cuter in person!” Ruby said, squealing with excitement.

"It really does! Like one of those houses you read about in books!" Kori chimed in, and grabbing each other's hands, they took off towards the front door.

Jaya got out of her seat and opened Megan's car door. The toddler reached her arms up and smiled. "Mummy, Mummy, I love you!" she giggled, and once picked up, wrapped her arms around Jaya's neck, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Love you too sweetie." Jaya laughed, hugging Megan back. "Right, shall we go inside and find Tyke?"

Megan clapped her hands and squealed, "Tykey, Tykey, yay!". She shifted in Jaya's arms and began reaching out towards the house. Camryn looked up from where she was taking the suitcase out of the car and laughed.

“I think that’s a yes!” She said, walking over and lightly kissing Megan’s cheek, making her giggle again. As she went to do the same to Jaya, Megan grabbed on to both of them and pulled them into another hug.

Watching her family from where she stood in the doorway, Ruby turned to her girlfriend and smiled. “They’re gonna be there a while. Help me with the bags?”

“Sure.” Kori laughed in response, and the two made their way over to the abandoned suitcase.

Once everything had been moved inside and unpacked, everyone began to settle into their evening routine. The family had dinner together, watched films and playing games, and by the time the night was over, the cottage felt like home.

***

The next morning, they all made their way to the beach at the edge of the village. Camryn had suggested going early to beat the crowds, and once there immediately began looking for the perfect spot. She surveyed the beach, stopping occasionally to inspect the sand, or to look out towards the sea. After about five minutes of this, Ruby dropped her beach bag into the sand rolled her eyes.

“Mum, come on! You do this every time!” She groaned. Camryn gave her a sly smile.

“Yes, but I do all of this for a reason, you know.”

“And that reason is?” Ruby smiled.

“Science, of course!” Camryn waved her arms in the air. “I’ve spent years trying to create the ultimate beach experience, and it all starts with the perfect spot. As you can see,” She said, guiding the girls through the patch of sand she had acquired. “There’s enough room here for all of us to sunbathe, build sandcastles, the good kind with moats, or even kick the beach ball around! Not to mention,” She gestured towards the sea. “If you girls want to go paddling, we’ll be able to keep an eye on you without anyone blocking our way!” Camryn finished with a triumphant look on her face.

“You picked a good one this time Cammie,” Jaya said, smiling up at her wife as she lay down the beach towels, “This could be your best find yet.”

“Could, being the important word there,” Camryn replied. “We’re going to have to test the sand out to be sure."

“How do we do that?” Kori asked with a confused look. Jaya and Camryn shared a smile, and Camryn reached into the beach bag and pulled out a large bucket and spade.

“Want to help me build a sandcastle?” She asked, and Kori’s eyes lit up at the words.

“Oh my gosh yes! I haven’t built one in years!” She practically screamed, making Camryn almost drop the spade.

“Wait, you haven’t built a sandcastle in years? What do you do when you’re at the beach?!” Camryn looked at Kori as if she’d just said she was an alien from another world.

“My family and I don’t really do beach holidays much. We usually go to cities and do stuff like museums.” Kori said with a shrug. Camryn’s face went from confusion, to pity, to determination all in the few seconds Kori had spoken. She walked over and gently placed a hand on Kori’s shoulder.

“Well then let’s build you the best castle you’ve ever seen!” She said with a smile, and with a cheer from the girls, the three of them ran off further down the beach to begin their big build.

Jaya and Megan, meanwhile, watched from where they sat with the bags. Jaya got out some homework she needed to finish marking before the new term started, and Megan sat by her, cuddling Tykey. Tykey was a wooden pull along triceratops Jaya had bought when Megan first learned how to walk. It was love at first sight, and even after almost a year, wherever Megan went, Tykey followed. As Jaya worked, she looked up every now and then to check up on Megan, and to watch the progress of Camryn’s sandcastle course.

“Mummy, mummy!” Megan shouted, breaking the silence. Jaya looked up with a jolt.

“What’s up, sweetie?” She asked, but noticed Megan wasn’t talking to her. Instead, Megan was looking across the beach and reaching out towards Camryn, who had begun taking the girls to the sea to collect water for their castle’s moat. “Don’t worry, mummy will be back in a bit,” Jaya said sweetly, putting down her papers and gently rubbing Megan’s back.

“Want mummy!” Megan whimpered, and she folded her arms across her face. Jaya laughed slightly at the toddler’s exaggerated expressions.

“Well good news grumpy pants, it looks like she’s on her way back!” Jaya gave Megan a cuddle and kissed her cheek. “Want to go meet her?” Megan burst into laughter as Jaya kissed her, and began wriggling out of her mother’s arms. As soon as Camryn was close enough to see, Jaya let go, and Megan took off, clumsily running across the sand to get to her mother and sister.

“Mummy mummy mummy mummy!” She shouted as she ran, dragging Tyke along with her. Camryn looked up at the sound of her daughter’s voice and smiled when she saw her almost sprinting across the beach towards her. /just before they reached each other, she put down her bucket of water, knelt down and opened her arms to greet Megan.

Megan dropped Tyke, crashed into Camryn’s arms, and squeezed her as hard as she could.

“Hey, hun!” Camryn laughed, gently squeezing her back. “What’s up? Did you miss me that much?”

“Don’t go away!” Megan whimpered again, tears forming in her eyes. Camryn’s face filled with concern.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” She picked up Megan and began carrying her back to the bags, where she could see Jaya waiting for them. As she did so, she turned to Ruby and Kori.

“I’m going to sit with Megan for a while, can I count on you two to finish the castle?” She said as Megan buried her face even more into her chest.

“No problem! We’ll call you when it’s done.” Kori replied. The girls high-fived and made their way back to the sandcastle. Camryn walked over to Jaya, and the two cuddled up on the blankets with Megan squished between them.

Once the castle had been completed and gone through its first photoshoot, courtesy of Ruby’s new camera, the family sat down for lunch, and the rest of the day was spent relaxing in the sand and swimming in the sea. Megan refused to let go of Camryn for most of the afternoon, causing Jaya and Carmyn to become concerned.

That evening, after Megan had been put to bed, Jaya stood in the living room doorway and motioned for Camryn to join her in the kitchen. Ruby and Kori were starting to fall asleep where they sat cuddled on the sofa, going over their plans for tomorrow. Speaking in a hushed voice, Jaya said,

“I’m worried about Megan. What happened today-”

“I know.” Camryn cut in, putting an arm around Jaya. “It’s never been that bad before.”

“This can’t happen right now, not with nursery coming up. I thought we were working on her attachment issues, she seemed better.” Jaya was looking more worried by the second.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I’m sure I was pretty hard to see that far down the beach, it makes sense that she got worried.” Camryn reassured her.

“Yeah for two minutes, what happens when I drop her off in a room full of strangers for 3 hours?”

“Well you’ll be teaching in the main building nearby, won’t you? If things get really bad you’re less than 2 minutes away. Besides, the room may have strangers, but it also has a fuck ton of toys. She’ll be in heaven.” Camryn finished, and the two of them laughed. Jaya took a deep breath and smiled.

“You’re right, she’ll be okay. And hey, at least she’ll have-”

“TYKEY!” Megan screamed from upstairs. Ruby and Kori jolted awake, while Jaya and Camryn raced up the stairs to Megan’s bedroom. Opening the door, they saw Megan sitting up in her bed, tears rolling down her face.

“Mummy, Tykey’s gone!” She wailed, before sobbing loudly.

“It’s okay, sweetie, I’m sure he just fell out of bed,” Jaya said gently, sitting on the bed with Megan, and pulled the toddler into her arms.

“Yeah, and then he got up and walked away,” Camryn muttered quietly, as she searched under the bed.

“What do you mean?” Jaya whispered back, confused.

“He’s not anywhere near the bed. Are you sure you brought him up?” Camryn whispered back, getting back on her feet.

“Yeah, I always do. Or… wait did I?” Jaya thought back to when she put Megan down for the night. She was sure she had done everything she did every night. Pyjamas, teeth, Tykey, story, song, sleep. That was the routine she and Megan had made together over the years. Come to think of it, did she have Tyke with her earlier? She couldn’t remember him being in the bed, and Megan had seemed so tired she hadn’t noticed either.

“Wait,” Jaya said, still processing the situation. “If he isn’t in the room, then where did we leave him?” Camryn gave a shrug and went back downstairs. As she entered the living room, she saw Ruby and Kori waiting, their faces filled with worry.

“Tykey’s done a runner, we can’t seem to find him in your sister’s room, so we need your help looking for him,” Camryn said, and with that the girls jumped off the sofa, standing to attention.

“Where do we start?” Ruby asked.

“Okay I need one of you to check the car, and the other to look in here, under all of the chairs, that sort of thing.”

“I’ll check the car!” Kori said, grabbing the keys from the side table and heading out the door.

“And I’ll grab my phone to look under the chairs,” Ruby added.

“Awesome, I’m going to check the bags.” Camryn smiled.

“I’m going to check the kitchen,” Jaya said, walking into the living room. She was starting to look exhausted. “Megan clocked out again after she finished crying, so I’ve left her tucked in bed. I looked in all the rooms upstairs as well, he’s nowhere to be found.” Everyone got to work, and after 20 minutes of searching, the house looked thoroughly ransacked.

“Kitchen’s clear.” Jaya called, “How are you guys doing?”

“He wasn’t in the car, and we’re not having much luck here either,” Kori said from the living room.

"Uh, J?" Camryn called slowly. "Tyke isn't in here. Or any of the bags…"

Jaya's tired eyes grew with mild panic as the realisation set in. "Oh fuck." Megan let out another cry.

"I'll go," Camryn said softly, putting a hand on Jaya's shoulder. "You try and get some rest." Jaya smiled, mouthed a thank you, and began making her way up the stairs. Camryn watched her go before turning to the girls.

"Bedtime for you guys as well, you both look shattered." Ruby and Kori looked at each other before nodding and headed towards their room.

Finally, Camryn followed them all upstairs, and gently opened the door to Megan's room. The toddler had tired herself out and was on the verge of falling asleep again.

"Want Tykey." She whimpered once Camryn had entered the room.

"I know you do sweetie," Camryn said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But it looks like Tykey's gone on an adventure by himself. We'll go look for him tomorrow, but until then I'm going to need you to be a big girl and sleep without him tonight. Can you do that for me?" She pulled Megan into a tight hug.

"Okay mummy…" Megan said between whimpers, clinging onto Camryn as much as she could. They sat there cuddled on the bed, and after about an hour, Camryn felt Megan finally drift off to sleep. Being careful not to wake her, Camryn placed the toddler back in her bed, tucked her in, and tiptoed out of the room, towards her own.

***

The next morning Ruby and Kori once again found themselves on the beach just outside of Tintagel. Megan had spent the night constantly waking up and crying because she didn’t have Tykey with her, wearing herself out, falling back asleep for an hour or so, and then waking up and repeating the cycle. As a result, the rest of the family had taken turns sitting with her until she calmed herself down, which meant none of them had gotten a proper night's sleep.

Around the 3am mark, Jaya had suggested they make a game plan for finding Tykey. They had decided that they would split off into groups; Jaya and Camryn would take Megan shopping in the village, and see if they could find a new Tykey who could at least help Megan sleep at night, whilst Ruby and Kori would search for the real one. The girls retraced their steps and came to the conclusion that the only place Megan could have lost Tykey was while they were at the beach.

“You know, come to think of it,” Kori called across to her girlfriend as she searched through the bushes and small dunes near the edge of the beach. “I’m pretty sure I saw Megan drop Tykey when she came running at us after we’d gone to collect moat water. Did she ever pick him back up?” Ruby looked up from the rock pools she was looking in and thought for a second.

“Honestly? I don’t know.” She said with a shrug. “Though thinking about it, I don’t remember her having him at any other point in the day. But at the same time, she has him with her so much none of us really think about it any more. We just kind of assume he’s there.”

“I’m guessing that rule applies to Megan too.” Kori said with a laugh “It took her all day to realise he was even gone.”

“That happens more often than you think.” Ruby laughed, “Most days she’ll leave him somewhere in the flat, and then a few hours later realise he isn’t still under her arms like he was earlier.”

Kori laughed and carried on her search. Ruby looked over at her with a worried look. She took a deep breath and made her way over to where Kori was still looking through the bushes, humming a random song as she went.

“Hey…” Ruby placed a hand on Kori’s shoulder, getting her attention. Kori looked up and saw Ruby was avoiding her eyes and had a guilty look on her face.

“What’s up?” Kori stood up, giving Ruby’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry we’re not looking for King Arthur’s treasure right now. I know how important that was to you.” Ruby said, disappointment in her voice.

“Hey, family comes first, you know that,” Kori said with a serious tone, lifting Ruby’s face to look at her. Ruby smiled,

“You’re my family too.” She said, leaning in to give Kori a kiss. When they parted, Kori’s cheeks were bright red, and the two giggled.

“I love you too, but right now your sister’s happiness, and our sleep patterns, are on the line.” Kori said with a smile, “We’re here for a week. The sooner we find Tykey, the more time we have for other stuff.”

“Okay,” Ruby said with renewed determination. “In that case, we should probably start looking in the sea. Chances are Tyke got caught up with the tide and is sitting on the seabed somewhere.”

“Ooh, good thinking!” Kori’s eyes lit up. “I think the beach shop in the village sells swimming goggles and cheap scuba masks we can use to look!”

“Awesome!” Ruby replied. The pair high fived and ran back towards the village.

Meanwhile, in the local toy shop, Jaya, Camryn, and Megan were still searching for another Tykey.

“Where did you say you got the first one from again, J?” Camryn asked her wife, who was looking at a shelf of pull-along ducks.

“I don’t know, it was this old toy shop somewhere in London. I was teaching a piano lesson nearby and on my way back to the tube station I saw Tyke sitting in the window,” she said, turning to face Camryn. “Besides, that was years ago now, who knows if they even make them anymore.”

“What kind of toy was he?” The clerk at the till chimed in. She was a kind-looking elderly lady and had greeted them with a smile and a wave when they had first entered the shop. “Sorry, I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but I thought I might be able to help. I’ve owned this shop for almost twenty years now, and I have three children of my own, so I know a thing or two about toys,” she said with a smile. Jaya looked over at Camryn, who gave a small shrug, and a look of encouragement. Jaya smiled and turned back to the woman at the counter.

“We’re looking for a wooden pull-along triceratops. Ours was blue, with a white horn. Any chance you know it?” The lady thought for a moment before answering.

“Can’t say I’ve seen one like that. We get all the newest toys here, and all the pull-along dinosaurs we’ve ever gotten have been T-Rex’s.” She said apologetically.

“Oh, he definitely wasn’t new when I bought him. Even back then he looked quite worn and used. Nowhere near as much as he did nowadays,” Jaya said with a small laugh. “Then again I think most of the toys in that shop looked like that. It was probably a vintage toy store.”

“Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so!” The elderly woman said with a laugh, “If it’s a vintage toy you’re after, you should head across the street to the toy museum. If anyone will know anything about it it’s them!” Jaya’s eyes lit up at her words.

“Thank you so much, we’ll head straight there! You ready Megan?” She picked up the toddler, who had gotten distracted by the toys surrounding her, and with Camryn in tow, the three of them made their way to the museum.

Once inside, they looked around them in awe. The walls were filled with hundreds of different toys and collectables, both on display for the museum, and on sale in the shop. Camryn turned to look at Jaya.

“I take back what I said about nursery. This is Megan’s idea of heaven!” Just as she had said her name, Megan began trying to wriggle free of Jaya’s hand, reaching out towards the shelves of toys for sale.

“Mummy, look! Want to go look!” She said, pulling harder.

“Okay, okay, let’s go!” Jaya said with a laugh. “You okay to ask about Tyke?” she added, turning back to Camryn.

“Yeah, of course!” Camryn said with a smile and made her way over to the counter, where a middle-aged man was selling some old toy cars to a family. Once they had left, Camryn approached the man with her friendliest smile.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me. My daughter lost her favourite toy yesterday, and my wife and I are trying to find a new one for her. Problem is we think it’s either pretty old, or rare, or maybe even both.” The man smiled back at her

“No problem, this happens all the time. Let me guess, the woman from the toy shop across the street sent you?” He replied with a laugh. “She does that a lot, thinks I’m some toy expert just because I’m a collector. But I’ll do my best. What kind of toy are you after?”

Camryn described Tyke, right down to the little details, and told him the story of how Jaya came to find him one day in London. “And since then Megan, my daughter, has gotten so attached to him that she can’t sleep properly without him. In other words, we’re pretty desperate.” She finished with an awkward laugh. The man at the counter looked mildly confused for a split second, before answering.

“Well, I can tell you right away that we don’t have anything like that here. I don’t think I’ve heard of a toy like that, but you might have more luck looking on something like eBay. I can load it up now if you like?” He said, gesturing to the computer next to him. Camryn’s face fell slightly.

“Thanks, but don’t worry about it. I’ll have a look when we get back h-” Suddenly a small shriek of excitement filled the small shop. Jaya popped her head up from where she stood between the shelves with a smirk on her face.

“I think you might want to come see this Cammie,”.

***

The door to the cottage opened, and Ruby and Kori trudged through it carrying scuba masks, both looking exhausted. Their jeans were splashed with seawater, and their hair was soaked through.

“Hey girls!” Jaya called from the kitchen table, where she and Camryn sat drinking tea. “How was the search?” The girls looked over at her with their tried eyes.

“I mean we didn’t find him and our clothes are cold and wet, so I’d say it didn’t go too great,” Ruby said grumpily. It was then that she noticed how calm and peaceful the house was. “Wait, it’s quiet in here.”

“Too quiet,” Kori added in suspiciously. She looked over at Jaya and Camryn, a hopeful look on her face. “Does that mean you found him??”

Camryn took a sip from her mug, “Go and see for yourselves.” she said, gesturing upstairs. Ruby and Kori took off up the stairs, and gently opened Megan’s door. Inside, they found the toddler snuggled up in bed, her arms around a toy. The toy in question, however, wasn’t Tyke. Instead, Megan was cuddling a blue plush T-Rex. The girls looked at each other in confusion, closed Megan’s door again, and made their way back to the kitchen.

“I know I haven’t seen him in a day or so, but that didn’t look like Tykey,” Kori said when they were back with Jaya and Camryn.

“Yeah, that’s Tykey 2.0,” Camryn said with a laugh.

“Megan found him at the toy museum, she screamed bloody murder when she saw him,” Jaya added.

“So she moved on, just like that?” Ruby asked, still confused. “And we spent all afternoon searching the seabed for nothing?”

“She’s 2, of course she found something new so quickly!” Camryn replied, still laughing. “I wouldn’t say she’s moved on though, just enough that we can all sleep soundly tonight.”

“As for you girls searching, it does look like it was a wasted journey, sorry,” Jaya said with a sympathetic smile. “How about we get some chips for tea, as a thank you?” Ruby and Kori’s faces lit up at this, and they gave a cheer.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Jaya said with a laugh. She got up from her chair and grabbed her purse. “Alright, who wants what?”

“It’s okay mum, we’ll go get them!” Ruby volunteered.

“Yeah, so you can eat half of them on the way home!” Camryn muttered into her mug, arching a brow at the girls.

Ruby and Kori took the orders, and without stopping to change their clothes, made their way back down the path towards the village.

“So…” Kori started, a smirk on her face. “Now that the Tykey thing has been sorted, I guess we should find something else to do this week.”

“And what did you have in mind?” Ruby smirked back.

“Oh, nothing much, just a little treasure hunt,” Kori said, putting an arm around Ruby’s shoulders. The two laughed, and walked off, hand in hand.

#jaya and camryn #jaya lohkta #camryn lowe #ruby lohkta #megan lowe #kori reeves

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woo-san-shine · 5 years

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Our Way

ateez college au

Premise: You and your best friend from high school move away to a university 3 hours away from your small hometown. You find yourself meeting a strange cast of characters along the way that will help you find your way throughout your freshman year.

Word Count: 2k (sorry)

Warnings: slight language, but this is pretty tame

Author’s Note: A work in progress!!! Mostly just for fun

Chapter 1

You thought this day was never going to come. You had been anxiously waiting for this day for the past four years. You could hardly believe that you had made it this far. Moving away to college is a big step in any young adult's life, and you were more than ready to take this next step with a running start.

It's not like you had a horrible high school experience or anything. I mean, yeah, there were times here and there that you'd rather not think about. But as you watched the bright August sunlight beam down over surrounding trees that lined the highway, you couldn't help but feel a slight thrill begin to rise in your chest.

"How much longer until we're there, Dad?"

"About 15 more minutes, Jae. Give or take the amount of traffic there is going to be once we actually get near the university. I'm sure it's going to be packed with everyone moving in today."

"It's all apart of the experience!" Mom chimed in. "Here, let's take another picture"

"Mom, really?" I say reluctantly as I lean my head forward amidst the many boxes that filled the entirety of the backseat of the car except for where I was sitting.

"I'm your mother, and you'll do this for me," she says between clenched teeth already formed into a wide smile. She holds up her arm high in front of her so she can get both me in the backseat and my dad in the driver's seat in the frame of her phone and snaps a picture.

"Did it take?"

"Yeah Mom," I say rolling my eyes. She was still adjusting to her new smartphone that Dad had upgraded her to for the sole purpose of being able to facetime me while I was at school. Dad and I exchange a quick glance in the rearview mirror and both suppress a laugh.

"Have you heard from Sooyoung?" Dad asks looking back at me in the rearview mirror again. "Are they going to get there around the same time we will?"

"I'll text her, hang on," I say pulling my phone from the waistband of my shorts.

Choi Sooyoung had been my best friend for almost eight years. We met when I transferred schools in the 4th grade. She came up to me when I was sitting alone at a lunch table on my first day and said "Hey, you're the new girl, do you want to hear about this new game I've been playing online?" She immediately sat down and told me every detail of this new RPG she had been playing nonstop for the remainder of the lunch period and hasn't stopped talking my ear off since. We found out we liked a lot of the same books, listened to the same emo pop-punk music that was honestly way too mature for our 4th-grade selves to be listening to, and vowed from that day onward to stay best friends. We joined the school band together, were on the same school sports teams, and spent almost every historic high school coming-of-age moment together. Throughout the years we did at times drift apart due to various reasons. Whether it be boyfriends, extracurriculars, or summer jobs. Eventually, we'd always find our way back to each other whenever we needed the other most.

So when senior year finally rolled around, we decided not to tell each other where we had applied to college in order to not influence the other's decision. As fate may have it, we ended up both applying to and getting into our top choice school, a school three hours away from our small hometown that was well-known for each of the programs we were interested in. Sooyoung had gotten a rather large scholarship through the school's Engineering program, and I had been admitted into the school's Arts programs with an intended degree in Graphic Design.

"Are you sure you and Sooyoung are going to be okay this year?" Mom says swiveling around in her seat to look at me in the back. "High school is one thing, but living together is completely different. Are you sure you won't regret not branching out and rooming with someone else? Might have been a great opportunity to meet new people."

"Oh, I think they'll be fine, sweetpea," Dad says placing a comforting had on my mother's knee.

"Yeah," I say looking up from my phone. "I mean, we're going to have completely different class schedules so we'll rarely see each other unless we both happen to be in the dorm."

"I just hope you both do well this first year," she sighs.

"There will be other opportunities to meet new people and do well in school, mom," I say as I type out my message to Sooyoung.

An almost immediate response.

I relay this information to my parents, but before I can finish my mom squeals, "Look! There's the university sign, right there!"

I press my face against the car window and see the large, ornate gateway adorned with the university crest in the middle that welcomed you onto the school's main road. Various ‘Welcome Freshman!’ and ‘Check-In This Way!’ signs were guiding the line of cars that were beginning to pile up.

"Dunby Hall, right Jae?" Dad says scanning the signs for the correct residence hall while slowly inching the car forward as the line moves.

"Yeah, that's it," I say distractedly as I take in my new home. Being one of the largest universities in our country, I can barely take in the vastness of this new place through just the car window. Each building was unique, with both old and modern architecture seamlessly incorporated in-between tall trees and brick roads. We passed a large, almost pool-sized fountain in what I assumed to be the middle of the university. There were people everywhere. Students, parents, and people in bright red t-shirts with "move-in staff" written on the back.

"Well, it looks like this is it!" Dad says excitedly as he pulls the car up to a rather tall brick building with large windows on all sides.

"Wow, Jae!" Mom says looking back at me with a huge smile. "Why don't you hop out here while we find a place to park and get yourself registered."

I eagerly tumble out of the car, making sure no boxes come out with me, and make my way over to the check-in line. As I wait my turn, I can hear the excited chatting of students and parents waiting ahead of me and the squeaking wheels of the carts being used to carry new student's belongings up to their rooms.

"Hello first-year student!!!" an overly excited girl wearing one of those red shirts practically shouts at me as I approach the check-in table labeled with the letters ‘K - L’. "Welcome to Dunby Hall! Can I get your name please?"

"Kim Jaemin."

"Ahhh another Kim, what a surprise," she says, with a slight grimace as she begins to rifle through some foulders.

"Well, I mean you are at the 'K' table, can't be too much of a shock," I say before I can stop myself.

The girl stops her search and looks up at me. "Wow we got a funny one here today folks," she says. One of her eyes gives a slight twitch.

I give her a slightly apologetic smile. It must be tiring dealing with all these new students all day, and me being a smart-ass probably didn't help. Dad says I get my sense of humor from my Mom, which is probably why he has a full head of grey hair dealing with the both of us for all these years.

"Alrightly Jaemin," the girl says after a few more seconds of rifling. "Here is your room key, and a folder of all the information you need to know about living in Dunby Hall. You are on the 7th floor, room 71024. You can now start bringing all your belongings from your car and begin setting up your dorm. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask." She says all this very fast, hands me my things, and begins to usher me aside to help the next person in line.

I hurriedly make my way over to my parents who were both standing next to the opened trunk of our car. "7th floor!!! Let's get moving!" I say excitedly waving my new room key in the air.

"YAY JAE!" Mom exclaims bringing me in for a tight hug.

"Before we start celebrating we should find one of those carts. There's no way we can carry all these boxes ourselves," Dad says and he begins to scan the area for a cart.

After a few minutes of searching, we can't find a cart anywhere.

"They must all be in use, I guess," Mom says as we head back to the parked car.

"I mean, we could start making some trips with whatever we can carry," I say.

"It might take a while, but I guess that's all we can do," Dad says wiping the sweat off his brow. "Plus we need someone to stay here with the car until all your stuff is all out."

It was rather hot outside even though it was still early in the morning. I could probably lift at least one box at a time, maybe two. But with how much stuff I had managed to fit in this car it probably would take all day.

"Excuse me, but do you all need any help?" a voice asks from behind me.

I turn around, expecting to see another red-shirt-clad student worker eager to help, but instead, I am met by a boy with thick brown hair with big brown eyes looking at me.

I stare back at him, slightly dumbfounded. He wasn't super tall, but he was built like a wrestler. You could see the outlines of his arm and shoulder muscles through his black t-shirt.

"Oh my, would do that for us, honey?" my Mom cooed from over by the trunk of the car. Ever so trusting was my mother as she stepped forward to get a better look at the stranger.

"And who might you be?" my Dad sternly asked, also stepping forward to stand intimidatingly next to me.

"I'm Jongho, sir," the boy said as he bowed to my Father. "Choi Jongho, miss," he said again bowing to my Mother. "I live in this dorm too, 7th floor. I'm actually all moved in and was walking back down here to return my cart when I saw you all looking for one, so I figured I could give you this one," he said gesturing to the cart that I hadn't even noticed was next to him because I was too busy staring at his muscles.

"Awww he called me miss," my Mother whispered in my ear with before moving forward past me to address him. "Well would you look at that, our Jae is on the 7th floor as well! You'd be doing us a big favor, Jongho."

"I suppose if it's not too much trouble" my dad added, still giving Jungho the once over.

"Of course not, sir," Jongho replied.

"Well let's start loading the cart and go from there," Dad says, in full business mode. Both Dad and Jongho start loading various boxes and bins from the trunk onto the cart while Mom and I grab items from the backseat we can carry ourselves.

"Seems like such a nice boy," Mom says just out of earshot of my Dad and Jongho. "Not all boys would offer to help."

"Uh, yeah Mom I guess," I say grabbing the last item, my guitar case, from the car and slinging it over my shoulder. I hadn't had many male friends back in high school. That was more of Sooyoung's thing. She usually got along better with guys, except for you of course.

"Well, that's all we can fit in the cart," Dad says crossing his arms. There are still three boxes left in the trunk. "I guess we'll have to make a second trip after all."

"Oh don't worry, I can carry those," Jongho says, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. He quickly piles the three boxes onto the ground one on top of the other, squats down, and lifts them effortlessly.

"Wow," Dad says with a raise of an eyebrow. "I guess, we're all set." He closes the trunk and starts pushing the cart forward.

"Lead the way, you two!" Mom exclaims, pointing towards the dorm building with her free hand while giving Jongho and I a big smile.

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rex101111 · 5 years

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Izuocha week day 5- Strength/Weakness

Okay so this one is SUPER LONG one shot somehow instead of a drabble. Yay!

And it’s super angsty! Yay!

...what? At least one of these things needed to be.

"It wasn't your fault."

Izuku paused in the middle of unlatching the lock on his front door at the sound of the soft mumble behind him. His grip tightened around his ring of keys, his heart thundering in his chest as he bite his tongue to keep from screaming.

"None of that was your-"

"Can we not-" Izuku muttered between his teeth, voice chocked. "Not now, please?" He looked behind him to look at Ochako, her hero costume burned and covered in soot much like his own, her face a picture of grief despite whatever encouraging words she tried to use.

She looked like she'd been struck, and he cursed himself for doing nothing but hurting people today.

He shook his head. "No wait I-" He took a deep breath and looked at her again, voice slightly clearer. "I just-don't think either of us wants to hear something like that…right now."

(Concrete shattering and buckling under its own weight, fire licking at his face, people screaming)

Ochako eyes lost focus for a moment, opening and closing her mouth at a loss at what to say to that, before letting her head drop in a quiet nod.

An apology burned in Izuku's stomach, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. "Let's just…let's get out of these clothes." If he took one more breath laced with the bite of smoke, he was going to lose his mind.

He unlocked the door with a soft turn of his key, pushed open the door and waited for Ochako to enter. She looked behind her for a few minutes, eyes focused on the distance, before sighing and slowly padding into their home, already working on taking off her shoes as Izuku locked the door behind her.

Half an hour later, Izuku was standing in front of his bathroom mirror as he placed one last bandage on a burn in his left thigh, eyes twitching from the sting of disinfectant. He looked up when he finished, spying the many elastic pads and off white bandages adorning his face, trying his hardest not to think about what put them there.

(The flames deafening around him, the heat boiling him alive, smoke in his lungs he can't breathe he can't breathe-)

"Izuku!" He flinched away from the hand on his shoulder, whipping his head to see Ochako clad in nothing but her slightly damp underwear and her wet hair framing her face. Any other time the sight would have sent him sputtering, but the various angry red spots and lines marring her body only sent a dull chill down his spine. "Are you okay? You spaced out there for a minute."

He shook his head harshly, scooting a bit away from her, the sight of her wounds digging a pit in his gut. "I'm okay just…still a bit out of it."

Ochako frowned, raising a hand to brush away some of the hair stuck to his forehead, revealing a bruise that traveled up into his hairline. "Are you sure that hit didn't…do anything bad?" Her face scrunched up in worry. "Maybe we should call Recovery Girl-"

"I'm fine." He snapped between clenched teeth, moving his head away from her touch (doesn't deserve it-this-her-never deserved anything especially not tonight) and letting out a harsh breath. "The paramedics already cleared me to go home…I'm…fine."

"O-oh…" Her hand wilted to her side as she looked away, eyes down cast. "S…I'm sorry."

(She shouldn't sound like that she shouldn't not Ochako not her she should be smiling and happy what's wrong with him-!?)

"No." He ground out past his screeching head. "No don't be I shouldn't have…" He loses what he means to say before he finishes his eyes wondering back to her, head still down cast and eyes hidden under her wet brown locks. "Do you…" He looks at her wounds, every angry red mark a tally mark of guilt stabbing into him. "Do you want help…patching up I mean?"

She runs a hand over one bruise on her shoulder and winces, which brings out a broken chuckle out of her. "Yeah." She looks up with a sad smile. "I'd like that."

He reaches into the medicine cabinet for another bottle iodine and rubbing alcohol along with a few more rolls of bandages, sets them on the sink and gets to work. They spend a good half hour like this, Ochako quiet and pliant under his hands as he covers her wounds one at a time, only making a sound when disinfectant touches a particularly sore burn.

He walks around to reach her back, and the sight of the long, jagged red marks on her back makes him want to jump out of his skin.

(Ochako screaming, a large woodan beam engulfed in flame fell right on top of her. She doesn't fall, a crying bundle in her hands as she simply shrugs off the burning wood off of her and runs full tilt to the window to jump.)

"It looks worse than it feels." She mumbles lamely, hugging herself mutely as he finally sucks it up and takes another cotton swap into the iodine. That takes a good five minutes, partly because Ochako asks for half a second to catch her breath from the pain every few swipes, and half because Izuku needs to make an effort to keep his cool and not crush the bottle in his hands.

He finished wrapping the last bandage on her back over her shoulder, hands shaking slightly as he put them against his knees. "We'll…go to Recovery Girl in the morning." He said, unsteady. "Just to make sure everything's okay."

Ochako nodded. "Okay." She went to the laundry room and picked up a random shirt to pull over her head. She went to the hallway connecting the bedroom and living room and found Izuku standing stock still while looking at the door to the bedroom. "…Ya know…" The sound of her mutter caused him to look over his shoulder at her, eyes unfocused. "I…don't think either of us are going to be sleeping tonight.

Izuku could only nod bleakly, barely responding as Ochako took his hand and led him to the couch in front of the TV. The both of them sat heavily on the cushion, staring straight ahead at the black screen, hands stiff at their sides.

Izuku lost track of time staring into the TV, mind blank and unresponsive, before he felt Ochako lean her head on his shoulder and wrap her hands around his forearm. Taking in a shuddering breath before he leaned his forehead on the crown of her head, taking in a lungful of her shampoo.

(Vanilla and green tea, typical Ochako. Stronger than usual…must have used half the bottle washing her hair…couldn't blame her.)

Another long stretch of silence went by, nothing but the sound of cicadas crying in the night air coming into their apartment through an open window in the kitchen. Izuku feels one of Ochako's hands leave their grip on his hands and sees it reach across the couch…and come back with the remote.

Izuku's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull. "Ochako we don't-"

"I need to hear it Izuku." She says her voice raw and impossibly fragile (not fragile never fragile never how why didn't help-) as she grips the remote. "I need to see if sh-if everyone made it out okay…I just need to."

He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find some way to stop her, afraid (cowardcowardcoward- ) of what the news would do to her…to him.

"Please."

Every single half argument he had shriveled up and died. He reaches with his hand to clasp it around hers and squeezes, but doesn't say a word.

She presses the ON button, and a picture of a news anchor flickers to life.

"-and continuing on from there, we have an update on the fire that broke out in midtown Musutafu a mere two hours ago."

Ochako nearly crushed his hand in hers.

"For those just tuning in, a villain with a fire quirk escaping capture by local heroes entered a residential complex, and, in what police say was a desperate last attempt to get away, started a fire that quickly over took both him and the heroes pursuing him when it overheated a gas pipe and caused an explosion." The news anchor adjusted his glasses with a disturbed look on his face. "The fire quickly grew to consume the whole building, leaving fighters with little to no way to enter and rescue whatever survivors remained."

Ochako worried her lower lip with her teeth, Izuku squeezed back.

"Soon enough, several heroes arrived on the scene to assist, among them the veteran pro hero Backdraft, and relative newcomers Uravity and Deku." A video of the fire as it happened appeared on the screen, making Izuku's heart jump to his throat. "Although it seemed the rescue attempts were proceeding smoothly, the building soon began to collapse inwards due to the damage of the fire and gas explosion."

He could feel Ochako shaking and shivering under him, but when he reached for the remote, she yanked it away from him with a firm shake of her head. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, refusing to budge.

"The heroes on sight were quick to save as many as they could before the building fully collapsed." The picture changed to several still pictures of the heroes carrying out civilians before going back into the flames, including Izuku with a man and a woman on his back and Ochako with a bundle of clothe in her hands that she gave to a nearby paramedic just as the building caved in on itself. "Five people, including the villain and heroes, were killed in the initial blast. Another 10 perished in the flaming building, with at least a further 15 still unaccounted for."

Ochako bit her lip hard enough that she opened a cut and blood trickled thinly down her chin, Izuku could not move, a deep dread settling in the back of his head.

"…And unfortunately," The news anchor continued with a bitter sigh, "not all those rescued survived the ordeal." Ochako froze. "About five had succumbed to smoke inhalation and injuries caused by the fire…including among them five month old toddler Minami Ako, who passed away from smoke inhalation just minutes a-"

The remote flew out of Ochako's hand and embedded itself firmly into the television, sparks and smoke sputtering out of the cavity.

Izuku couldn't think, couldn’t breathe, all he could do was slowly look back to Ochako as she breathed heavily and slowly started to make distressed sounds as she hugged herself and rocking back and forth in a panic.

"O-Ochako…" Izuku pushed back his panic as far as he could manage (help help her HELP HER YOU MORON-) and put his hands on her shoulder to still her, "Ochako please you need to look at me please-"

A soul shattering, spine-freezing scream tore itself out of Ochako's throat, shocking Izuku stiff before she flung herself at him and clung to his form like he was the only thing keeping her from drowning. She sobbed and screamed into his chest almost incoherently, Izuku only barely able to get his bearings enough to hold her close and run his hand through her hair and rock her gently, his panic coming back in full force.

"She was-I had her-" She gasped and sobbed into his shirt, her nails digging into his back as she cried. "I had her! I had her in my arms!" She started screaming in earnest, voice going hoarse. "I saved her! I got her out of there! And it didn't even MATTER!"

"Of-" Izuku mumbled, still in shock himself before he shook himself straighter. "Of course i-it mattered Ochako-"

"NO IT DIDN'T!" She swung her head to look at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I HAD SOMEONE IN MY ARMS AND THEY DIED! AGAIN!" She slammed her face back into his chest, shaking from her sobs. "IT'S NIGHTEYE ALL OVER AGAIN! I HAD HER! I HAD-" She collapsed into helpless sobbing again, her words cutting Izuku to his core.

It's been years, over a decade now, since that fateful mission against the 8 Precepts, since the day the great Sir Nighteye perished, but not in a blaze of glory, but attached to dozens of tubes and on a hospital bed as he breathed his last.

Ochako was the one who carried him to safety, who was depened on to get him out of danger fast enough to save his life…and in the end it didn't matter.

Izuku had vague memories of the days following that incident, focused as he was on Eri and Togata, but he could recall Ochako being…quiet, in those first few weeks. She smiled less, laughed less, talked less…he wondered if, when she was alone, she broke down like this…like she did during the sports festival.

He could not stop her tears, not then, not now…but that didn't give him the right to do nothing.

"Nighteye didn't die because of you." He said of a sudden, voice clear and sure despite the tears that have started to gall down his cheeks to match her own. "Ochako that didn't happen because you weren't fast enough."

Ochako only buried her head deeper in his chest, refusing to look at him.

He grasped her shoulder and hauled her up to meet her eye to eye. "Nighteye died protecting his student and a young girl, he died doing his job." His words felt bitter on his tongue, but this is something she needed to hear…that he needed to hear. "There was nothing you could done to save him."

Sniffed miserably. "If I had been faster-"

"You weren't." He stressed, squeezing her shoulders. "You went as fast as you could, pushed yourself to the absolute limit to save him…he was just…too far gone." He looked at the broken TV set for a split second before looking back at her. "…and so were the people in that building."

She sobbed weakly. "Izuku stop-"

"You went at it like you were mad." He shook her so she couldn't ignore him. "You were surrounded by fire and smoke and had a wooden beam fall on top of you and you just kept going." He put her faced between his hands, feeling her wet cheeks on his palms. "You tried, you never gave up, you saved everyone you could reach." Izuku smiled wetly. "Not even All Might…was able to save everyone."

Ochako stilled, Izuku's words getting through. To hear him place trust in her was one thing…but comparing her to All Might?

"You didn't fail." He said, voice warm and cheeks growing wetter as his panic gave way to his own sorrow. "I froze up in there Ochako, people needed me and I froze up…but then I saw you…charging through the fire." He smile shrunk by an inch. "You saved me there too."

Ochako, hiccupped before another sob left her. "All those people they…she died because-"

"Ochako." Izuku exclaimed, resolutely. "This…" He took a deep breath, the tears in his eyes clogging up his throat. "This…wasn't your fault."

Ochako let out a chocked sob, covering her mouth with her hands, looking at Izuku, seeing her pain reflected in his eyes as he held her face in his hands. She reached out for him, running her hands through his hair while minding his bruise, gulping the lump in her throat. "It…wasn't your fault either."

Izuku opened his mouth, to agree, to refute to argue, it didn't matter. Ochako flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him desperately, the salty bite of their tears where their lips met.

They soon stopped as Ochako hugged him closer, her head next to his as he squeezed closer as he shook, their sorrow melding together in their embrace as it came pouring out.

They spent a while on the couch like that clinging together as their shared sobs quieted and slowed, until they sat silently in a calm embrace, their arms so limp one of them could just get up and leave…which they wouldn't, even if they had the strength.

"Sorry."

Izuku looked at Ochako for a moment, not sure he heard her right an account of her sore her voice sounded, "what was that?"

"I'm…sorry for just…" She gestured vaguely with one hand. "Just…falling apart like this." She shook her head. "I feel kinda…selfish for doing that."

"Don't be." Izuku smiled with a weak chuckle. "I was doing the same as you…after a night like this…I think it was a good thing we both, uh, fell apart like that together." He buried his head in her head again, letting out an easy breath. "I was actually gonna apologize for the same thing so…don't worry."

Ochako was quiet for a while, taking in the smell of him this close and safe, before sagging against him and sighing. "Thank you, by the way, for being here when I…I really needed it, really thank you Izuku." Her head was jarred for its comfortable position by Izuku laughing of all things, which she responded with a quick jab to his stomach. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He chocked and laughed, rubbing where Ochako hit him. "It's just…are you going to steal the words from my mouth all night or what?"

He laughed again, and this time Ochako joined him.

She shook her head, and rubbed one of the many bandages covering her form. "We should…probably go find Recovery Girl…we kinda did a lousy job on these."

"You mean I did a lousy job." He hugged her with a tired smirk. "But yeah…we should probably find her sooner rather than later…who knows how she'll react to us just…leaving without getting proper medical attention."

"Not in a fun way…that's for sure."

He laughed again, this time with a bit more strength behind it.

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Recovery Girl, did not, in fact, react well to them running off. The only reason they didn't get an ear full for running off while having several first degree burns was that she simply had far more people to deal with than them, so she sent them off with a reprimand and a promise this would not be the last they hear of her and the subject.

Ochako felt the spot where the large wound had been, a phantom sensation of where the wooden beam landed on her as she-tried to save the child from the fire. She felt a frown tugging down on her lips before she felt someone hold her hand.

"You okay?" Izuku smiled down at her worriedly, only mollified when she squeezed his hand back. "…I think we had enough excitement for one day…wanna go home?"

Ochako nodded, feeling dead on her feet. "Yeah, I could use a long nap after-" She stopped, the sound of inconsolable sobbing reaching her ears and making her heart drop through the floor.

"Ochako?" Izuku fretted, seeing her look somewhere to her left. "Did something hap-" He stopped, his face falling. "…oh."

Right there, across the hall, were the two people Izuku had managed to get out of the burning building…the parents of Minami Ako.

"Ochako…" Izuku whispered in her ear, they were in civilian clothes so they had not yet been spotted, they could still walk away. "You don't have to-"

"I do." She said firmly, though her voice still shook. She clenched her fists as she saw the mother cry and sob for her lost child, a stab of shame going through her at her own display of grief earlier while the woman had been going through so much pain. "I must do this."

Izuku was quiet for a moment, before he nodded. "Okay, I won't stop you."

"They need someone to be strong for them." Ochako muttered, some doubt in her voice if not her words. "I need to be that strong someone."

"You don't have to be strong alone though."

Ochako looked back at Izuku at those words, a warmth floating through her as she met his brilliant smile. "Do you…" She mumbled quietly, "do you really think I can do this?"

"Of course." He stated confidently. "You're Uravity, the hero who picks people up."

She saw a flash of sadness in his eyes then, and she grabbed his hand. "And you're Deku, the hero who can save anyone."

They shared a scared but determined smile, took a breath, and walked towards the grieving couple.

Tomorrow, they would need to file an official report, coordinate a public announcement towards the victims and their families…but today, tonight, they fulfil their duty towards Minami Ako.

And they do it together.

#My hero academia #Midoriya Izuku #Uraraka Ochako #izuocha #Izuochaweek #Izuochaweek2018 #stuff rex wrote #Strength weakness #okay this is like legit the saddest thing I've written #I'm happy with it!#but damn

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