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m4tthewmurd0ck · 2 years

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𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞 ~ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

【 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 】 (below the cut)

This is a series, so if you haven't already, please click [ HERE ] for the table of contents to get caught up!

word count: 3.2k

Italicized text are your thoughts (because you’re in a coma / can’t speak out loud)

DAYS SINCE STEVE WOKE UP: 7

DAYS UNTIL YOU WAKE UP: ?

YOU DREAM A LOT. Although you’re not always asleep so you… think a lot?

Why can’t I open my eyes? The last thing I remember is Steve and I crashing into the water, then everything goes dark. Am I in a coma? I wonder how long it’s been. You hear stories about people in comas actually being ‘awake’ but unable to open their eyes, guess they’re true.

If it’s over… have we won the war? I hope too much time hasn’t gone by. Bucky promised that when the war was over…

Oh, right. This isn’t the first time I’ve forgotten that he’s gone, even though it’s been a while. Maybe it’s better that I’m stuck inside of my own head. If I feel like crying, I wonder if my body will actually produce tears. Then again, maybe it’s worse being like this.

All you have are your own thoughts. Except for when Steve comes to visit. He has come here at least once a day for a while now, and you’re glad to have at least something to look forward to. Now that you think about it, the war must be over because he keeps mentioning that he has big news to tell you, but he wants to wait until you’re awake. He doesn’t talk a whole lot though, he says it’s because he doesn’t know if you can actually hear him. You desperately wish that you could tell him you can.

You wonder how long it’s been since Steve was able to get up and move around. Time passes differently for you, it could’ve been days, weeks, even months. You’re only ever in constant darkness.

You’re momentarily pulled from your thoughts when a nurse comes in to check your vitals. They do that often, and you’re glad for the ones that talk to you while they move about. It’s your favorite nurse, you can tell because she always brushes your hair before doing anything else.

She tells you about the things going on with her kids at school, they must be at some fancy school because she mentions something about cell phones? Or is it a poor school, if the phone is located in a cell? You make a mental note to ask her about it when you can speak.

She takes her time, spending nearly fifteen minutes in your room. At the end she gently lifts you and fluffs your pillow, saying “that’s better” when you’re laid back down. You wish you could tell her how much this means to you, especially the hair brushing. Your mom died when you were young and you never got to experience little moments like that a whole lot.

“I’ll be back tomorrow pretty girl, you just get some rest and work on getting better. You’ll be up and about before you know it.”

Once she’s gone, your mood deflates. The next nurse won’t be coming by for at least a few hours. You try to calm your thoughts and will yourself to sleep, but ten minutes later you give up.

It probably doesn’t do you any good, but you do what you often do when you can’t sleep. You think of Bucky. Right now, you decide you’d like to remember the first time you met.

JULY 4, 1936~ (also surprise! this is a soulmate! au)

It was only 5:30 in the evening, but this was already shaping up to be the worst 18th birthday that you could’ve possibly imagined. Your dad ended up picking up an extra shift at the hospital, and Sophia, your little sister, was home sick again.

You knew you couldn’t really be mad though. You all didn’t need the money but your dad almost always went in when asked, even on what were supposed to be his days off. You could tell he was torn about taking this shift tonight, but once you heard that the person who was supposed to be working had a family emergency, you insisted that he go, saying you’d celebrate as a family another time.

And your little sister had been sick a lot recently. But even at only 12 years old, she was a fighter. She knew how much you had been looking forward to the carnival. When it came time to go and her big sister was sitting next to her on the couch reading a book, Sophia insisted that you put on a pretty dress and go to the carnival, if only to get a caramel apple and come home.

It took a bit of convincing but after your neighbor agreed to watch Sophia for a bit, you headed up to your room and put on the dress that your dad had surprised you with earlier that day.

So here you were at 5:30pm, just walking past the carnival entrance. You thought about maybe playing a couple of games, or even getting on a ride, but were also slightly embarrassed at what others might think since you were by yourself. As you walked, you couldn’t help but slightly lift the left sleeve of your dress, and look at the marks that sat atop your shoulder.

When your dad had first explained the concept of soulmates to you, you were a bit skeptical and confused. He said that on your 18th birthday, you’d get a symbol and the initials of your soulmate somewhere on your body. His symbol was a blue flower, and your moms initials. Blue turned out to be her favorite color, and she loved gardening. When your mom passed away, it had all faded completely within a month.

You looked at your shoulder again, wondering when you’d meet your soulmate. With your parents, it was almost 5 years before they first met. And you’d heard stories about some people having to wait decades. You weren’t exactly a patient person, and at least wished that you had a countdown to let you know. The feeling that was supposed to come with it excited you too, but your dad had cautioned you that it was a bit tricky. It wasn’t as simple as meeting your soulmate and boom, you just feel it and know. Even if you did meet them, you wouldn’t feel the warmth that would surround your tattoo until you saw each other’s. Once your parents did meet, it wasn’t until they’d been in each other’s lives for nearly 6 months that your dad noticed the tattoo that was on the back of your moms left shoulder.

Hmm, you thought to yourself. Your symbol was white, and it looked like the outline of a wolf. Underneath in tiny letters were the initials j.b.b., and you’d spent nearly half an hour sitting on the couch earlier trying to think of what their name could be. You wondered what the significance of the color and the animal were, but eventually shrugged, realizing it may be a long time before you found out.

Having just moved to town right after graduating high school, you hadn’t made any friends yet. After wandering around for a few more minutes, you decided you’d just do what Sophia had suggested and buy a caramel apple before heading home.

“What’s a pretty broad like you doing all by yourself?”

You turn in the direction of the voice to find a man, clearly intoxicated, stumbling towards you.

“Oh I’m just, umm… waiting for someone.”

The man smirked at you and put an arm around your shoulders. “Guess I’ll just settle for keeping you company until they arrive, hmm?”

The stench of whatever he’d been drinking was so strong, you thought you might puke. The mans grip on you was firm, and only got tighter when you tried to step away.

“That’s alright, thank you. They’ll be finding me any moment now.”

Anger quickly took over his facial expression, and his grip on you tightened once again. “What, you trying to get rid of me? Can’t a guy approach a girl and have a conversation?”

Always with a bit of a temper, you wanted to put this man in his place, despite a small voice in your head telling you that reacting would only make him angrier. And with him being drunk, who knows what he might do then.

“Oh, there you are! I’ve been walking around looking for you.” You both turn to see a skinny blonde boy approaching. He gives you a smile, and for whatever reason, you feel like you can trust him.

“Sorry I got here a little late, thanks for waiting for me. My new friend here was just keeping me company until I found you, and now that I have, he’ll be going now right?” You finally threw the mans arm off of you and stepped next to who you already thought of as your knight in shining armor.

The drunk guy looked back and forth between you and your new friend before rolling his eyes and stumbling away, mumbling something about how girls don’t know a nice guy when they see one anymore.

“Thank you for that,” you turned to your friend and smiled, sighing with relief. “You didn’t have to do that, but I’m really glad you did.”

“Oh it’s no problem ma’am, I was just walking by on my way to meet my friend and overheard him that guy harassing you. I noticed him stumbling around when I first walked in, and figured I’d try to help you.”

“Well you’re a lifesaver,” you held your hand out, introducing yourself.

“Steve,” he smiled, returning your handshake.

Looking around, you sighed again, this time in slight disappointment. “Well this is officially the worst birthday I’ve ever had. Anyway, I won’t keep you from your friend any longer, thank you again.” You smiled at him once more, but Steve spoke up before you turned around to walk away.

“I’ve never met anyone with the same birthday as me before. Happy birthday!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how genuinely excited he seemed. “Happy birthday Steve.”

“How old are you turning? I mean if you don’t mind me asking. You don’t have to answer that, I know it’s rude to ask. Sorry.”

It made you a little sad how quick he was to put himself down, and how nervous he became. “It’s alright. I’m eighteen today. What about you?”

“Oh me too! Wow, I know someone the exact same age as me. But if you don’t mind my asking, are you still waiting on someone? I don’t want to keep you from them either.”

You looked away for a second, a little embarrassed. “No, actually. I’m sort of new to town, been here less than a month. My little sister is home sick and forced me out of the house to at least have a little fun. I told her I’d try. I don’t actually know anyone here yet, so I mostly left just to please her. Think I’m just gonna get a snack and head home,” you thought for a second, before smiling again. “But actually now I can tell her that I do have one new friend named Steve.”

“Hey there you are!” You both looked and saw another boy walking towards you.

“Sorry about that,” Steve laughed. “You, umm, you can come hang out with us if you want. That way you can keep your promise to your sister,” he shrugged.

“Hey punk I’ve been looking all over for y—” Steve’s friend finally reached the both of you, but stops once he sees that Steve isn’t alone. “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s alright, I was just about to head home but I was just thanking your friend here for coming to my rescue.”

“This is my new friend,” Steve introduced you. “And this is my best friend Bucky.”

You and Bucky smiled at each other. Neither of you said anything in that moment, but you both felt something when you locked eyes for the first time.

“Steve rescued you?” Bucky just picked up on what you said.

“Yeah it was just some drunk guy that kept trying to walk off with me. He had his arm around me, so Steve saved me, pretending he was looking for me and that I was here meeting him. For a second there the guy looked like he wanted to punch Steve, but he gave up and left.”

Bucky looks around, ever the protective friend. “What guy?”

“I think he must’ve gone off,” you shrug. “I probably broke his poor drunk heart.”

Steve spoke up, wanting to change the subject so that Bucky didn’t punch someone else on his behalf… again. “It’s also her birthday.”

“Happy birthday,” Bucky smiles at you. “You can’t go home yet then!”

“Oh I wasn’t planning on staying long anyway, I don’t actually know anyone. Well, besides Steve, and now you.”

“What about your snack?”

You smile at the fact that Steve remembered you mentioning that, and that he was actually listening and not just being polite.

“Oh right, I almost forgot about that. I’m not too hungry anyway, I may just head home.”

“But you gotta have something special on your birthday!” Bucky declares. “Come on hero, we’ll get you something too.” He turns back to you again, “plus incase that guy comes back, better he sees you with us than by yourself.”

“Wow two heroes, how’d a girl get so lucky?” You laugh, thankful that the evening hasn’t been completely ruined. “Hmm, okay. Lead the way boys.”

Bucky holds an arm out and you link your arm through his. You hold your other arm out to Steve, and walking arm in arm with your new friends, you can’t help but think about how your sister was right. You really did need tonight. Even if it started out a little rough, having met Steve and Bucky, you’d already consider the night a success even though you’ve only known them a few minutes.

Maybe this wouldn’t be the worst birthday after all. Right as that thought crossed your mind, a loud bang nearby causes you to jump.

“It’s alright doll, just a shooting game, see?” Bucky uses his free hand to point up ahead to the right, and it’s only then that you notice the game.

You all wander around the carnival for a bit, discovering that the food was at the complete opposite end. You spot a booth selling caramel apples, and pull the boys forward.

“All the lines are pretty long, I’ll probably just get one too,” Steve says. Bucky agrees, and you all stand in line together.

When it’s your turn, you quickly order 3 and hand the cashier a quarter.

(((i just googled and according to a history website, a quarter could buy you 2 whole pounds of apples in the 1940’s so i’m just making this up lol, pretend you were handed back a few coins as change.)))

Bucky and Steve both protest even once you’ve all gotten your apples and are heading towards a table to sit down.

“Please let it be my treat. Honestly, today was pretty crappy. And I thought tonight wasn’t going to be any different. But I’ve made two new friends, and you’ve both turned tonight around and made it a pretty great birthday. Just by saving me and convincing me to stick around,” you smile at the boys, and Steve reluctantly gives in, thanking you multiple times throughout the rest of the night.

“My treat next time,” Bucky insists. And you can’t help but get butterflies at hearing him say next time.

“Oh you should come with us tomorrow!” Steve says after getting back to the table, having just thrown away all your trash.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Steve and I are gonna go watch a movie, he’s right, you should come,” Bucky smiles at her.

“Oh I don’t want to intrude,” you appreciate the thought but have never been one to force your company on anyone.

Steve shakes his head, “you wouldn’t be. We go every year right after my birthday and see whatever show is playing. It’ll be fun.”

“If you’re both sure… is it nearby? We only have one car and my dad works tomorrow so I’ll probably take the bus.”

“We can pick you up, do you live nearby?”

(((bucky has his own car for my stories purposes hasdfasdfghas)))

“Umm, gosh… We’ve been at our new place for a month but I don’t know anyone and I spent half the time unpacking and helping arrange our house, I don’t even have our address memorized. It’s not far though,” you open your purse and pull out a small slip of paper, reading the name of the street out loud.

Steve grins. “That’s so weird I’ve never seen you before. We live on the same street!”

“Wait really?” You’re surprised, but happy to know someone in the neighborhood now.

“I’m picking Steve up around five, I a can pick you up at the same time?” Bucky offers.

Once the plan is set for tomorrow evening, you all stand up and slowly begin to make your way towards the exit.

“Is someone picking you up?” Bucky asks once you reach the parking lot.

“No, but it only took me less than ten minutes to walk here so it’s okay,” you try to reassure them when you see the concerned looks on their faces.

“I’m taking Steve home anyway, happy to give you a ride too. Can’t let the birthday girl walk home by herself.”

“Plus it’s dark out, they don’t keep neighborhood streets very lit.”

“Well now you’ve both rescued me tonight,” you laugh and link arms with them again as you head to Bucky’s car.

Less than 5 minutes later, you’re pointing to your house. Bucky and Steve both exit the car to say goodbye. You hug and kiss both of them on the cheek.

“Thank you again for tonight, it turned out to be a good birthday after all.”

Once you go inside and shut the front door, the 2 young men go back in the car and make the extremely short drive to Steve’s place.

“What?” Bucky catches Steve looking at him and trying not to smile.

“You like her,” he points out.

“I just met her. And so did you. So how could you possibly know that?”

“Because you didn’t deny it just now. And you meet girls all the time,” when Bucky starts to protest, Steve puts his hands up in mock surrender. “Not like that. I just mean that girls practically throw themselves at you all the time. But I’ve never seen you smile around anyone as much as tonight.”

Bucky starts to respond, but Steve cuts him off once again. “I think I like her for you.”

“Oh is that right?” Bucky raises his eyebrows, surprised.

“Yeah. Most of the other girls you introduce me to barely say two words to me. But she’s nice. You should ask her out sometime.”

“Alright slow down, I literally just met her.”

“Yeah, but you never know how much time you’re gonna get with someone,” Steve points out.

Meanwhile at your house, just half an hour later you exit the bathroom, showered and feeling more than ready for bed. As you think about the events from tonight, you remind yourself to thank your sister when you’re both awake tomorrow.

Despite finally having 2 new friends, one of whom snuck quite a few glances at you and thought you didn’t notice, you look at the marks on your shoulder. Now you’d be wondering if every person you came across could possibly be your soulmate.

You’d only encountered 2 new people today, but they were both crossed off the list. It obviously wasn’t Steve, because the first letter of your soulmate’s name was J. And you assumed Bucky was short for something, but that didn’t start with a J either. As you closed your eyes and waited for sleep to come, you can’t help but wonder who your soulmate is, and when you might meet them.

tag list: @taylorann2013 (you’re the first person to ask to be on my tag list(s) and i got really happy typing this ahsdfkasdhf)

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #winter soldier #marvel #mcu #tfatws #marvel au #avengers au #soulmate au #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x oc #winter soldier x you #winter soldier x oc #winter soldier x reader #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #jbb #white wolf

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yn-x-animeboy · 3 years

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Jungkook x y/n (as a famous artist) Pt.5

pairing: reader x Jungkook

genre: fluff, romance, for entertainment purposes

BTS x Fem Reader

synopsis: You are a popular artist in America, pretty famous, loved and well-known by the general public (actually you were one of the top 10 artists in the world but you are pretty humble and naïve to realize your popularity), one day during one of your fan meets you talk about how much you love BTS, and not only how you wish to meet them and work with them but how Jungkook is one of your celebrity crushes. During the meet you fangirled with other ARMYs in the crowd; video clips of you fangirling and talking about BTS at your meet where posted and reposted all over social media. This obviously broke the internet because you were not only a famous singer but you also were always accepted and loved by ARMY and this made a lot of people happy. Suddenly it felt like everyone wanted you to meet the seven handsome and talented idols and collaborate, but you could only wish, you believed they didn't even know who you were...or so you thought

part 4: here

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Part 5- TIME SKIP

(a/n I will do another time skip so it wont turn out to be a 500 part fanfic)

Mini Billboard awards recap:

After the drunken hotel chaotic night you all were late for rehearsals, both your and BTS’s staff looked for you guys’ everywhere in the morning and the last place they thought to look for you all was in Jin’s room. Let's just say it was in general an interesting experience to find eight adults sleeping soundly in uncomfortable random positions.

You all finally headed to your rehearsals for the performances. They invited you to watch them rehearse when you were taking a break from your own rehearsal. Even though the guys were tired, hungover, and their muscles ached from sleeping all over the place; they did such an amazing job at rehearsal, they were so professional.

During the live award show your fans and ARMYs lost it everytime you guys would interact during the awards; the fact that you had met them last night and you all seemed to be such good friends now made fans so happy. Once again your name and BTS’s were going viral on social media; a bunch of ‘fancams’ were filmed and posted focusing on you all.

You and BTS won all the categories you we’re nominated for that night and your performances went great too. That night after the award show ended, instead of going to the Awards After Party, you all decided to not go and instead hung out in Jin’s room again for the night. You ordered room service and champagne (this time everyone was only allowed to have 2 glasses max.).

After being all drained form the long day, you all went to your personal rooms. Jungkook again offered to take you to your room. When you arrived at your door you turned and looked at eachother, this time sad smiles painted your faces, you had held in the tears when you where in Jin’s room because you felt sad your first real friends in the industry were going back to Korea tomorrow just like that.

Now you were standing in front of Jungkook, the man of your dreams, a literal fantasy that came true all thanks to your fans and supporters; you couldn’t help but tear up at the thought of letting someone like him go.

You broke eye contact and turned towards the door to hide your tears, a small sniff from behind you made you stop dead in your tracks. Jungkook turned you around and hugged you tightly as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. You also wrapped your arms around him in response.

He loosened his hold and avoided eye contact with you as he was getting more and more emotional, his eyes where red and glossy; he cleared his throat and said “Well I think I should get going, It was so nice hanging out with you y/n- and meeting you, good night” he gave you another tight sad smile and walked off with his head hung low.

You reached him and held onto the back of his shirt, “Don’t go....” you sniffed and played with the back of his shirt. “Do you want to.. maybe... hang out a little longer? O-only if you want to” you said awkwardly, but he smiled and nodded.

You went to the terrazze you had visited just the day before and sat on the outdoor chairs. You sat there talked all night. You stayed up until you could see the sun slowly rising; you both stood up, taking the sunrise as a sign to go back inside. Before you could even begin to move towards the door, “Y/n, can I hold you one more time?” Jungkook said, he was trying so hard to smile and not make you cry, but his little voice crack as he said it betrayed him. You sobbed and hugged him again, after a while he sat down, sitting you on his lap. You stayed like that until you received a “wake up” phone call from one of your staff members.

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In the morning you all met each other outside the hotel, the boys said goodbye to you one by one hugging you and saving your phone number in theirs. They even made plans, comparing your schedules and timezones, so that they could all facetime you daily.

While you waited for your assigned cars to pick you up, you all teared up and huddled together saying goodbye once again. Paparazzi were peeking through the crowd of security and staff members to get an insight to the sad goodbye.

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It has been almost a year since the Jimmy Fallon Show. Even though the distance made everything more complicated, the guys have done everything in their power to make time in their busy days to dedicate time for you. After almost a year of daily video call conversations and catch-ups you have become such good friends, they even call you ‘yeodongsaeng’ (little sister) now; (the only one who doesn’t call you that is Jungkook tho, he calls you by your name or by random nicknames).

They have kept their promise after all this time, they facetime you EVERYDAY, they have never missed a day where they don’t call you, sometimes not all the seven members can be there for the call, but even if there is only one BTS member available, you WILL recive a call from them.

You also have individual calls with the guys from time to time:

Jin calls you once in a while when you are making dinner to help you/guide you and or just talk to you.

Suga calls when he is stuck writing lyrics or creating beats for new songs, or just for musical advice. You are always the first to hear new BTS music now.

Jimin calls when he feels like talking, you have become each other's personal psychologists

J-Hope calls you every couple days to have “lunch together” through a screen.

RM calls you too to chat a lot, you both recommend each other good books and even exchange lyrics from time to time. He also asks you to revise english lyrics to make sure they sound okay.

Taehyung calls you for pretty much everything: for advice, opinions, to catch up, for help, to keep him company etc. He always knows how to make you laugh, and regularly interrupts your calls with other members.

Jungkook…. He doesn't just call you “sometimes”, he not only participates in the ‘daily facetime group call’, but he also calls you everyday before you go to bed, no matter what time it is in Korea or how busy he is, we always calls and to wish you a good night sleep; keeping you company and not hanging up until you fall asleep. Plus you two constantly text back and forth 24/7.

You loved calling the guys and catching up with them every day, those calls were the highlight of your day; but every time you got a phone/video call, text, mail, snap, ANYTHING that was sent by Jungkook, your heart always skipped a beat; you felt tingles on the tips of your fingers every time you answer back; you smile stupidly at your phone and even now can’t sleep without your nightly virtual tuck in from Jungkook.

(Deep down you knew your ‘platonic crush’ had become a real crush but you still denied it because in your mind, still, dating him seemed something impossible, but after every conversation you two have had over the course of almost a year left no doubt in your mind, he was the one for you)

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One day, you visited your label’s building, you had a scheduled meeting pretty early in the morning, you had never been this early anywhere, it was currently 5:30 am. and you were just arriving. Once you step into the meeting room you are greeted by the intimidating group of businessmen and businesswomen who are part of your team. Even though they are intimidating and powerful; they are kind hardworking people; they really respect you and always listen to what you want or have to propose.

Walking in, you are greeted respectfully by them; the boss of the company stands up, gives you a side hug, and opens the chair next to his, inviting you to sit there, after you take a seat and your manager takes a seat next to you too. The meeting begins going over normal business stuff you don't really understand, (Sam would probably just translate the info later into simple words for you.) They talked about numbers, statistics and percentages until someone’s assistant said the ‘important person’ they had been waiting for was finally ready.

You turned to the door as you expected the ‘important guest’ to come in through the door, but instead his video call was answered and projected on the room’s screen from a laptop.

You recognized him immediately, he was BTS’s PD Bang Si-hyuk, he was the owner of BTS’s label company. You greeted him through the screen in Korean but he actually greeted you back in English before greeting your team.

the meeting’s summary:

Bang Si-hyuk talked about how much BTS liked you as a person and as an artist; and how the Hybe Corporation also really admired and respected you.

He invited you to Korea next week to meet the Hybe corporation, and overlook some business proposals

He also offered for you to participate in RUN BTS, while you were there and hang out with the boys if you agreed.He hinted you would be seeing them more often, which made you more confused

You agreed to go and to visit the company and OBVIOUSLY to see the guys, but still, you were confused as to why this offer was being made, why now, why you, why?

After you kindly thanked him, you also asked why he was doing it. You were confused why make such a big deal for you to visit, and what he meant by ‘business proposals’ you were to overlook there.

Bang Si-hyuk tried to explain in short and simple words; he explained that: Hybe and your label company had had meetings before, overlooking the possibility of merging part of your company under your name with Hybe, they were not only interested in collaborating with you, but actually working with you. This would give you many more opportunities as an artist and for your label’s name. (your company has connections to other music companies in other countries too, but this time it felt more of a big deal to you than the others tbh)

In conclusion if you agreed, and signed the contract; you could become part of the Hybe company while staying under your Label’s name

By doing this, it meant: 1. you had an extra contact in Korea (just like your company had in other countries) 2. extra work opportunities (thanks to your Korean speaking skills and influence) 3. possible future collaborations with BTS mainly, plus other K-pop artists 4. becoming a producer for other artists under the Hype record label (something like what Suge does irl; you are now able to produce or work behind the scenes making music for you, BTS, and others. a.k.a your dream come true) 5. SO ON AND SO ON.

You asked for the papers and after revising them with your lawyer and team you signed it, satisfied and excited tho what's to come.

You worked hard and finished all of your weekly tasks and even worked on things you had scheduled for next weeks. Before you knew it you were on your way to Korea…

You traveled on your private plane; you used it mainly to travel and avoid creating crowds in airports. (this was safer for you, your team and fans.)

When you arrived at Seoul, as you were getting off the plane and looked up after watching your feet as you went down the plane’s steps you saw seven boys stand out from the other people. They ran towards you and huddled around you hugging you tightly, they didn't let go of you, even as you all walked towards the assigned cars and again tightly rode the same car together like that one time after meeting on your way to the hotel. Staff members laughed at the Deja vú they felt as they saw a recreation of that chaotic day a year ago

It felt as if you all had never left each other, no weird silence, or awkward interactions, you all picked up where you left off.

When you arrived at the Hyde building, Hybe bilingual staff greeted you and your team, introducing themselves as the people who would be in charge of our care while visiting.

They took you and the few team members from your staff traveling with you to one of the floors where they gave your team some temporary office cubicles, so they could do their jobs while away from their cubicles back in America.

The Hybe staff also showed you to a private studio/office next to Sugas’s, it was decorated for you, it was spacious, comfy and waay better than your studio/office from back home. They told you they wanted you to have a personal space where you could hang out or work, since it was probable you would now be traveling back and forth from Korea and the US, due to the new business alliance between your companies.

The guys showed you around the building and introduced you to many Hybe staff members. They all made you feel at home.

You visited PD Bang Si-hyuk at his office and met him in person. He was so kind and welcoming, totally opposite from what you were expecting. He told you how excited he was for you to be part of the team and to work with your company. He also asked you if you could record a short video for his nieces who loved you.

Then, after finishing the tour the guys took you to their favorite restaurant in Korea; they taught you how to eat Korean food, how to properly hold chopsticks and about general Korean culture.

They showed you to the nice building of apartments where they currently lived and where you would also be staying when you came here.

You all toured you apartment and hung out the rest of the afternoon, enjoying each other's company.

After having dinner and chatting for hours the boys waved you off as they left your temporary home; they wanted to stay up and drink (again Jimin’s and Jin’s idea) with you but they knew you were super jet lagged from the time difference, fighting off sleep as you tried to enjoy your time with the guys.

They lived in the same apartment complex, but a different building, (a lot of famous Korean celebrities stay here too due to the security and convenience)The apartment complex was almost like a hotel resort or a private villa/island, it was huge, it had everything, form tennis courts, gyms, cafés, etc. It was also close to all the major ‘artist’ studios, sets, buildings.

So once the guys left, all they had to do to get home was ride the elevator down to your building’s the main floor, walk a bit, enter their building, get on an elevator, go up a couple floors, walk a little more and then into their shared million dollar apartment that was a literal castle compared to your apartment. (your apartment was big and luxurious too, but theirs was a multimillion dollar apartment)

You just arrived and felt so at home, everyone was so nice and promised to take good care of you. Nobody looked down at you or your team for being foreign or for being the ‘new guys’. Everything felt again like a dream. One day you are talking about BTS to your fans, the next you meet them, the next you are making contracts with the company they work for, the next you will be working with them; What’s next?

For now you are in Korea for two weeks max. The plan was to introduce you to the company, talk about future plans, projects, etc., and once that is done, go back to America and every couple of months or weeks depending on the schedules, travel back to Korea, etc, etc.

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You brushed your teeth as an uncontrollable smile painted your face. Once you got ready for bed and finished texting your staff members making sure they were comfortable and well taken care of after a long day, you heard a knock at the door. You cringed at the noise, you felt as if you were hung over almost, in reality really you were just super Jet lagged (the day before coming here you binged watched a TV show in one night, packed just hours before leaving to the airport and ditched sleep all together before and during the plane ride...stOpid) You stumbled around the unknown apartment with the lights off towards the door; it was not that late at night but who would be looking for you right now.

When you looked through the peephole you recognized them immediately; their hair was now a little longer from the last time you saw them, they had different earrings decorating their ears, they seemed different, still super attractive, but that smile did not change at all, it was still that adorable bunny smile that seemed melt your heart every time.

You quickly typed the alarm code, unlocked the multiple locks on the door and swung it open, revealing a nervous Jungkook, you had hung out with him and the guys less than an hour ago, but now he was nervous… (he was scared you changed your mind about him after almost a year from meeting and seeing each other in person, he was scared that he was not you celebrity crush anymore, he was scared that the real feelings he had developed form all your daily video calls, texts, random phone calls were not corresponded, he was scared that you had forgotten about those night at the terrazze, he was scared you had changed after a year).

As he stood frozen you couldn’t wait or control yourself any longer and you flung yourself towards him; you hugged him as tight as your body could (during all the time you hung out today you never once had a moment just the two of you alone) but as you leaped and wrapped your hands around him you started thinking about him and how he could be feeling right now and couldn't help but feel a little insecure, (what if he had come all the way back here to tell you whatever happened a year ago in New York at that terrazze was a mistake, that all the calls and texts were just friendly exchanges, what if he came to tell you you were better off as friends or worse.. better of as colleagues…)

It took Jungkook a split second to respond to your hug, you loosened your grip as those thoughts had sworn in your head, and after realizing Jungkook was not hugging you back, so you prepared yourself to get your heart broken… but that all went away as Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, he lifted you a little off the ground as you rewrapped your arms around him, hiding your your face in the crook of his neck. You inhaled his scent as he held you even tighter against him. He rocked your bodies lightly as you held each other in front of your door.

After, you loosened the hold on each other, but didn’t let go, you looked into those beautiful dark brown eyes you had missed and had prayed to see in person one more time after all this time; He lifted his hands from around you and cupped your face, lightly stroking your cheeks back and forth with his thumbs. “hi” you said, just like that one time in that New York terrazze, “hi” he responded with an adoring smile as his eyes traveled through your face, looking at your every detail, he didn’t want to miss anything, h was so glad to finally see your face in person instead of on a 2-D cellphone screen.

As you two stood outside looking at each other you suddenly shivered a little from a cold air breeze that swooped by, it was pretty chilly outside compared to your comfy apartment’s room temperature, it was almost winter; you gently took your arms from his neck and wrapped them around you to warm you up. You had answered the door barefoot, in your pajama shorts and oversized flowy t-shirt without thinking twice. But you then realized Jungkook was wearing a short sleeve oversized shirt too, it was pretty chilly outside and he came all the back to your apartment not wearing a hoodie or jacket.

“Omg Jungkook it's cold outside why wouldn’t you wear a jacket, jeez” you said as you pulled on his arm leading him inside the apartment to keep him from the cold. “Actually I came back here to get my hoodie back,” Jungkook said. A small “Oh…” escaped your lips as you switched on the light illuminating the once dark room “I see” you again said, almost whispering, avoiding his look as you walked deeper into the room to look for the missing hoodie. You felt disappointed almost, ‘he came back for his hoodie duh, why would he have bothered coming back to ONLY see you’ you though as you looked in the living room, you didn't see the hoodie there so you then went to the small dining room next to the kitchen to see if it could be there, ‘maybe he took it off before we all sat and ate the take out dinner for dinner’. You spotted the black fabric neatly sung over the seats’s back where JK sat earlier.

Jungkook took off his shoes and tried to catch up with you before you could take the hoodie off the seat and after seeing your reaction to what he had just said; yes he actually did leave his hoodie by accident, but that wasn’t the reason why he came all the way back, so when he saw how your face dropped and heard that reply of yours, it gave him the courage to say why he came back.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat before saying “Um, y/n, actually, ‘me forgetting my hoodie’ was just an excuse to come back here and see you again” he swallowed and looked down at his feet. “I don’t really care about the hoodie, I wanted to come here and see what would happen; if you would be excited to see me alone, if you would be glad or happy it was me at the door, you have no idea how bad I wanted to be the first and only one to hold you as you got of the plane, how badly I wanted to run towards you, picking you up and not let go, how bad I wanted to spend the day just the two of us and just- um *clears throat again*” he fiddled with his fingers, he was so nervous to admit that outlawed he didn't even notice you turning back to look at him as he confessed. You found his actions to be so adorable and cute.

You giggled and stood in front of him, once you were closer you carefully took his fiddling hands in your left hand and used your right hand to lift his face up to look at you. “Thank you, you made me really happy by coming here to see me, I missed you so much too and couldn’t wait to hang out with you again, I only wished for an opportunity where only the two of us could hang out, but you took the courage to come all the way back here, thank you” you responded to him and his actions with a warm and loving smile that made Jungkook’s legs feel like giving out and heart feel as it could explode.

He again observed your face now under a brighter light, he couldn’t believe how your face could look so, or more, beautiful then you face with the light makeup you wore just hours ago. You broke eye contact and spoke, “So um do you have to leave anytime soon?” as you looked anywhere but his face. Your tired eyes and shy tone warmed his heart even more “No, I don’t….. why?” he lowered his face, closing a big gap of space in front of you, forcing you to stop avoiding eye contact and look at him again.

“Well um I was thinking we could hang out again tonight. I could make some…. *you yawn* popcorn and watch a movie, or I could make some coffee and we could talk, or…..” you wanted to keep going but you felt another yawn coming so you stopped talking to fight it off. Jungkook chuckled at your adorable yawns. He took the hoodie he had forgotten in the first place form the chair behind you and put it over your head.

“Y/n you are tired, I think it’s best if you rest and tomorrow we could find a way to hang out again just the two of us…” he said as he fixed the hoodie around you, but you cut him off, “Please don’t leave, I haven’t seen you in a year Jeon Jungkook.” you realized how needy and clingy you sounded, but you actually did want to hang out with him.

You rubbed your tired eye, fixed the hair around your face (your hair was inside the hoodie but some baby hairs tickled your face) and looked back at him, his eyes were wide and surprised at your reaction to him leaving, “I’m sorry, it’s okay, I get it. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t feel like doing, it’s okay...guess i will see you tomorrow then” you said as you tried to hide the sad look off your face and smile at him.

He was moved, the fact that you didn’t want him to leave meant so much to him, he took you face in his hands and kissed your forehead softly, he then kissed the end your your nose he then kissed the space next to your lips, he didn’t want to kiss you and make you feel uncomfortable or taken advantage of; but you being you, immediately spoke as he kissed the side of your lips ``aye that is not my lips...what a tease” in a sleepy tone. He chuckled as he opened his eyes and looked at you. You had your eyes closed, head slightly looking upwards and a smart smile, as you found your own reaction funny.

He chuckled and blurted out: “cute..”. You opened your eyes to clap back, but before you could even open your mouth and say something back he leaned in again, shuting you up real quick…. but he leaned slowly…..very slowly…..v eee r y slowly…...SUPER SLOWLY, he was taking his dear time, he now discovered he liked teasing you like this. You got impatient and just closed the space between you for him, giving him a short peck before pulling away. This was the first kiss you have had after a year; you walked around him to tease him back for teasing you in the first place. He stopped you by placing his arm around your waist, “Are you expecting me to accept ‘that’ as our first kiss after being apart for a year…” he said.

“Oh, so I’m not a good kisser? Was that not good enough.. okay… I guess I-'' you played the victim but were quickly cut short by Jungkook pulling the hoodie on you towards him and stealing a kiss from you.

You smiled against his lips at his neediness, but kissed him back as you placed your hands on the back of his head, sliding your fingers through his hair. He slid his hands under your hoodie and placed them on your bare waist, and pulling you even closer. You kissed each other slowly, taking in every detail about the kiss, not wanting to miss a thing; as things heated up you picked up the pace, the sweet kiss turning hungry and deeper. He moved his hands from your waist downwards and your once delicate fingers playing through his hair suddenly pulled softly making him groan against your lips; he squeezed his hands behind you making you whimper against his lips, he used this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss even more; he had lifted his hands and placed back on your sides as he softly caressed your skin under the hoodie, you wanted to to that too; so you slid your hands from the back of his head, down to his chest and too, under his shirt, you could feel his abs tense as your cold fingers lightly brushed against his skin, continuing to slide your hands around his torso, and gently running your fingers on his skin. That action made his breath hitch at his throat and his heart skip a beat.

The two of you kissed passionately taking the other deeper, not wanting to let go. After a while you both slowly pulled away, breathlessly and numb from the kiss, you both wanted to go further but knew it was not time yet. You rested your foreheads together as you catched your breaths, looking adoringly to the other person, swollen lips, rosy cheeks and curious eyes.

He spoke first, as he used his finger to soothe the skin under your eyes, “You need to rest y/n, come on”, pulling your arm and leading you. You thought that meant he was leaving, but this time you didn't fight him back; but instead of leading you towards the door he lead you to the big fancy couch in the living room, he turned on the TV to a random Korean variety show and lowered the volume to the point were if there isn’t absolute silence you couldn’t hear a thing the TV was playing.

You both sat on the deep couch, he lent you his arm behind your head as a pillow as you sat closely next to him, the silent TV and warmness coming from the handsome man next to you quickly started to drowse off. Jungkook planned to keep you company until you fell asleep and then leave you to rest comfortably.

JK watched the screen as he waited for you to fall asleep. Once he could feel your breathing rhythm became deeper indicating you officially had given in to sleep, he looked down to you and smiled at how adorable you looked, he stared at you for a little longer as he reflected on how lucky he was his once celebrity crush now actual crush was so close to him; he was so glad to have such an amazing person in his life and prayed he never had to be without you in his life ever again; he badly wished he could have you as his and only his but he understood the circumstances, he was happy he could athletes share precious moments like this with you.

Jungkook shifted in his seat as he was about to stand up to leave you the full couch to rest, but you turned towards him, and wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t…” you whispered against his shirt, you were asleep but your sleepy conscience managed to say that. Jungkook couldn’t resist, he planted a soft kiss on the top of your hair, he then pulled you back with him from a sitting position to a horizontal one as he laid his back on the couch taking you with him without waking you up. He too quickly gave in to sleep as he held each other.

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a/n: I'M SO SORRY for taking so long to update, I had writer’s block and had no idea how to pick up the story, but last night I got inspired hahaha. I re-wrote this part and started writing part 6&7 so wait for those too.

THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT, ILY :3 Xx

PART 6 ------> here

> NEXT PARTS WILL BE BETTER I SWEAR <3

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Interstellar: Chapter 1

Pairing: younger! EZ Reyes x Astra Beckett

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: cursing but other than that none.

Summary: Ezekiel and Astra get accepted into the space program. For context: both of them are 27 in this and EZ is more on the skinnier side to begin with.

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Introduction

Chapter 2

⭐️Interstellar Masterlist⭐️

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The Year 2052

Astra burst through the front door of the house, almost screaming at the top of her lungs, “IT CAME! IT CAME! Dad, it finally came.” Her dad got up from where he was working on the kitchen table. “From the academy?” “YES! We need to call EZ.”

Astra pulled out her laptop, calling EZ on a video call. He answered within a second. “I was just about to call. Did you get yours?” She held the big envelope in view. Felipe and Marisol were standing right beside their son, waiting for him to open up the envelope. “Let’s open them up and then read it at the same time,” EZ said. She could see the terrified look on his face; hers must look the same as well. This was the moment of truth, what both had been working towards for years. Tearing it open and pulling the letter out. “Alright, EZ, on three, and then we read it. Ready?” “1, 2, 3.”

Dear Astra Beckett,

The Celestial Academy would like to congratulate you on your place in our space program.

“WE GOT IN!” EZ and Astra exclaimed at the same time. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” Her dad embraced her hard and tight. A single tear was falling off his face. In the background, it could be heard EZ’s parents congratulating and hugging him as well. “What more does it say?” Felipe asked his son. EZ read the rest of the letter.

We would like to welcome you and your family for a tour of our top-class institution, where you will be getting an introduction to our one of a kind program, our teachers and teaching, our revolutionary technology, the dormitories, and so much more.

We can’t wait to make you a part of our family and spend the next five years with you, making you a one-of-a-kind astronaut.

“We did it, Astra.”

“We did it, Ezekiel.”

Packing a few clothes, some books, space-themed posters and decorations, her telescope her dad got her when she was ten years old and a few other things. She didn’t need a lot with her since this was a new chapter of her life, and she was sure she would buy a lot more stuff in the five years they would be there.

The next day

The next day they were early on their way. The drive to the academy wasn’t a long one. It was just 4 hours from Santo Padre. It was a nice little road trip for all. EZ’s brother Angel tagged along as well, who was also a good friend of Astra, so it was good that Felipe had space for all in his seven-seater car.

The Celestial Academy was like a little city, a city full of nerds and the newest technology in the world. Just getting into the area required special permission, and guards were standing at every campus entrance.

“Holy shit,” Astra and EZ said at the same time as they entered the gates with the car. The buildings stood tall and proud, different holograms showcasing the academy’s various aspects, hovering supply trucks moving from building to building with supplies, and so much more. It was so much to take in, and it would take a long time for them to get used to it all. Felipe parked the car at the visitor’s parking garage.

The walk up to the academy’s main building was short but long at the same time, with the nerves running through both of them. Astra could feel her heart almost jumping out of her chest with how fast it was beating. She grabbed EZ’s hand for comfort. “It’s gonna be fine. We can do this,” he comforted her. She knew she would be able to do this with her best friend by her side. “I know. I’m glad I have you by my side EZ.” He smiled at her, showing that he was grateful that she was here with him as well.

When they entered the building, they were welcomed with a big sign that said “Welcome New Recruits” written on it. They followed the rest of the people into the big speaking room where all the other recruits and their families were seated. The lights dimmed down, and the one and only founder of the academy walked out on stage and started speaking but not before getting a big welcome from everyone.

“Welcome recruits. My name is Damien, founder of this institution, and it is my pleasure to welcome you all here. When I started this program some 30 years ago, I didn’t think that it would turn out to be the best and most desirable space program in the entire world. But in the 30 years we have operated, around 200 individuals have become world-class astronauts with various specialties.” The room burst out in applause. “For the 30 of you that have made it into the program, I congratulate you for the hard work and sacrifice that has made it possible for you to have been accepted. But there is no time for celebrations yet. Not all of you will make it.” The room was dead silent now. “Almost 50% of you will buckle under the immense pressure of the program and leave within the first year. That’s when the real competition begins. Just 6 of you will be picked out for space travel after three years here and start the real training while the rest of you will be guaranteed education and a job at this institution. It’s going to be a hard five years, folks. The rest of the people on this campus, and I wish you good luck.” Damien got sent off with applause and hollering from everyone in the room. “Fuck, that was scary,” EZ whispered to Astra. “We can do this, Ezekiel. I know we can.” Now it was her turn to encourage and comfort him.

There was given some information about what was going to happen throughout the day. Free food, games, and a tour of the facilities was on the plan before eventually, all friends and family needed to leave.

Later in the day

After a fun last day with the family, it was time to say goodbye. Astras' dad tried his best not to cry, but he couldn’t help himself. His little girl was all grown up, and now her real journey would begin. “Dad… don’t cry… it's gonna be fine,” Astra hugged her old man as hard as she could. “I’m just so proud of you, my little star. Your mom would be so proud,” he said as he kissed her forehead. “Stop it, now I’m the one that’s crying.” “Just promise me you'll visit… I’ll be all sad and alone in the big house without you.” She nodded her head at him, “I promise I'll visit as much as I can… I promise, dad.” “Pinky promise?” Holding his pinky out for her to interlock with hers, she gladly did so, “I promise.”

“Come here, Ezekiel. My little astronaut,” Marisol hugged and kissed his cheek repeatedly. EZ loved his mom and the affection she would give him, but now it was kind of embarrassing since there were so many people. “Mom… mom.” “I’m sorry, baby. I’m just so proud of you, and I love you so much.” “I love you too, mom.” He gave her a final hug before he moved on to his dad. “Proud of you, son.” “Thanks, pop.” They gave each other a quick hug.

Last but not least, it was Angel’s turn to say his goodbyes. “Proud of you lil bro, you fucking space nerd.” “Shut up, Angel,” EZ said playfully before giving his big brother a big hug. “Don’t cause any trouble now that I’m not there.” Angel held his hands up in defence, “Hey, can’t promise anything.” EZ just shook his head at him.

Saying the last goodbyes to each other, and then they left, leaving Astra and EZ to watch them walk away. When they were out of sight, he turned towards her and grabbed her hand, “come on, let’s get settled into the dormitory.”

Astra walked into her assigned room and was greeted by the girl she was going to live with. She had already set up most of the stuff on her side of the room. The room was huge and spacious, and it even had a private bathroom. “Hi, I’m Mia, nice to meet you,” she reached out her hand, which Astra gladly accepted, “I’m Astra, it’s nice to meet you, Mia.” “I hope you don’t mind that I took the left side of the room.” “Go ahead, no problem.” They talked and got to know each other as they packed out their things and put them in place. Astra liked Mia a lot, they had a lot in common, and she knew that they would be great friends. “I can’t believe we are here; it’s so surreal,” Mia said as they got done packing out and sat on their beds. “I know, right! I’m afraid that I’ll wake up tomorrow, and it was all a dream,” Astra answered.

Before bed, all the recruits meet up with the teachers to get their plan for the next few upcoming weeks and the whole five-year plan as a whole. EZ was already buddies with his roommate, Mateo, and all 4 of them clicked immediately, already forming a good group and friendship of their own.

Later in the evening

Astra was trying her hardest to fall asleep; it was a big day tomorrow, the first official day ever, but her mind was racing like crazy, and she couldn’t get it to quiet down. She decided to get up and go out to the common room to take her mind off it for a while, sitting down by the window that overlooked the futuristic town. After a few minutes, footsteps could be heard, and she turned around to see who it was. Her frown turned into a smile when she saw him coming towards her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” EZ asked as he sat down beside her. She shook her head no, “my mind won’t shut up.” “Yeah, me neither.” They sat in silence for a few moments before EZ spoke up. “In 5 years, we will be up there,” he pointed towards the sky. “You don’t know that Ezekiel… there are 30 of us, and only 6 make it.” “I know we'll make it. We have each other, Astra, and you are the smartest girl I know. Even if I don’t make it, you will.” “You know I will never go if you aren’t going either.” “I know… but I will force you to go. Even if I have to push you in the spaceship myself.” Astra looked down on the floor, getting shy for a moment, “I know you will, Zeke.”

She started biting her nails, a habit she did when she felt nervous, and EZ knew that, he knew everything about her. “Hey, stop that,” EZ took her hand in his, “it's gonna be fine.” “It’s gonna be fine,” she repeated in a whisper.

They sat like that for a little while longer. Just holding each other’s hand and looking up towards the sky, getting prepared for the next five years of their life.

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,919 Words

Summary: A new friend moves into the dorm.

Warnings: Death Mention, Abandonment Mention, Orphan Mention, Disownment, Cursing, Injury Mention, Blood Mention, Caps, Food Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 5

6:30 AM

Existence Is A Prison

President Megaphone: Alright, you might have noticed dorm 10 is occupied this morning. You guys are getting another fellow dormmate.

gay salt: mon dieu. Who?

President Megaphone has added Bakugou

Bakugou: Hi, I guess.

farmer toshi has changed Bakugou's name to deku deck-you

deku deck-you: I'd kill you if you didn't risk your life for my teacher.

farmer toshi: Come kill me then, coward.

deku deck-you: No, I'm too tired.

schrodinger better run: Hey, Baku, what's your tragic backstory?

deku deck-you: What?

foil-mecha: Well, about 60% of us in here have a tragic backstory for being in the dorms. Monoma's mother abandoned him in Japan, Hagakure and Shinsou are orphans, Kuroiro's parents hate her, and Honenuki's been disowned. Me and Shiozaki are only here because our commute to and from school would have been horrible and Tsunotori and Aoyama are exchange students.

deku deck-you: It's stupid. I don't want you to think I'm pathetic.

gay salt: If anyone makes fun of you, I'll personally kick in the teeth. Besides Shinsou, he gets a free pass only because his teeth are already fucked this week with wires.

deku deck-you: Well, my old hag mother wanted me to drop from UA because it's too dangerous for her liking but I wouldn't do it so she kicked me out and disowned me. She beat me pretty bad, ended up breaking my right kneecap and left a bunch of deep cuts on my arms and almost severed my arteries in my wrists with some glass from a vase she broke before she threw me out of the house.

deku deck-you: I'd have used my quirk on her if it wouldn't be considered unwilling quirk usage against a civilian and, with my quirk, I'd be put in jail for how dangerous me using it in a fight could be, especially if she claimed I hurt her. I can't even go to class this morning because she threw my blood on my UA uniform so I wouldn't go back.

farmer toshi: Can't say it'll completely fit you, but my uniform is clean in room 6 in the top drawer of my dresser. Use mine for today since I'm not allowed to go to school today still. I threw up last night so I'm being held yet again for observation.

deku deck-you: Thank you. Who all is even here?

ranch flavored jello: Oh yeah, introductions. You weren't here for them.

ranch flavored jello has quoted 21 messages

Aizawa: Shouta, he/him, I'm gay, married, depressed

Shinsou: Hitoshi, he/him, I'm gay

Monoma: Seiko, she/they/he, pansexual/genderfluid, if you have a crush on me, you're some kind of gay

Hagakure: Toru, she/her, lesbian

Aoyama: Akemi, she/they, trans mtf/lesbian

Tsunotori: Pony, she/her, lesbian

Shiozaki: Ibara, they/them, asexual/agender/aromantic

Kuroiro: Kageya, she/her, trans mtf/bi

Tokoyami: Fumikage, he/him, trans ftm/bi

Honenuki: Juzo, she/her?, bi

Kuroiro: Ah yes, our girl, Honenuki Kiyomi.

Shinsou has changed Aizawa's name to feral cat dad

Shinsou has changed Aoyama's name to gay salt

Shinsou has changed Hagakure's name to ranch flavored jello

Shinsou has changed Tokoyami's name to foil-mecha

Shinsou has changed Kuroiro's name to life is a nightmare

Shinsou has changed Shiozaki's name to saviour

Shinsou has changed Tsunotori's name to schrodinger better run

Shinsou has changed Honenuki's name to pure

Shinsou has changed Monoma's name to nat20

feral cat dad has changed Shinsou's name to farmer toshi

deku deck-you: Well, I'm pansexual, he/him, trans ftm, just please don't call me Bakugou anymore, I don't want that hag's surname.

feral cat dad: I'll fight your mother, don't tempt me.

feral cat dad: Also how about Aizawa Katsuki?

deku deck-you: I'm going to start crying.

nat20: Looks like Mr. Aizawa is adopting another kid with bad parents.

President Megaphone: Yeah, I'll get the paperwork on the UA twelve hour adoption from custody transfer.

deku deck-you: Oh my god, I can't believe this is really happening.

farmer toshi: I'd kill a transphobe for my brother, your honor.

deku deck-you: I have a family? Really? A real family that won't hurt me?

President Megaphone: As your uncle, I assure you, nobody here will hurt you.

feral cat dad: Katsuki, I would never hurt my son.

farmer toshi: Yeah, dude, I wouldn't hurt you, ever.

ranch flavored jello: I have a brother! I wanna paint your nails!

deku deck-you: I don't think I've ever been happier in my life.

farmer toshi: I'm glad you're happy, Katsuki.

deku deck-you: You're all so nice, thank you.

gay salt: We'd be nice to you regardless, Kats. We're happy to help you whilst you're settling in and finally getting to feel safe. We're proud of you for being brave enough to reach out for help when you needed it.

deku deck-you: I need to get dressed before y'all keep making me cry.

deku deck-you is now offline

7:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you: katsukiinhisschooluniformwithorangehair.jpg

deku deck-you: Toru helped me because my arms still hurt a lot when I grab things.

ranch flavored jello: My boy, Katsuki, looks like a god.

deku deck-you: I finally don't look like my mother anymore.

farmer toshi: I'll punt kick her for you, bro.

deku deck-you: Don't make me cry.

ranch flavored jello: Get to class, Kats. I'm waiting for you.

deku deck-you is now offline

8:15 AM

Existence Is A Prison

ranch flavored jello: katsukisnewhair.vid

Video Transcript

Oh my god, Kacchan? -Unknown

Let me fucking explain maybe before you all just gang up on me and make me even more uncomfortable. -deku deck-you

My hag mom threw me out because I wouldn't drop from the Hero Course because it's too 'dangerous' for her liking now. So I'm living in the dorms, if you make fun of my hair, I'll have to kill you because Toru worked hard to make it look good on a time constraint -deku deck-you

I think it looks really good, Kacchan! - Unknown

I will still deck you, Deku, you damn nerd. -deku deck-you

[the camera shows that Katsuki is actually happy and smiling at Midoriya and he's being hugged by Aoyama as Aizawa comes into the room bandaged to the point of looking like a Halloween mummy decoration]

Transcript End

President Megaphone: God fucking dammit, Shouta!

farmer toshi: DAD!

ranch flavored jello: What's wrong?

President Megaphone: He wasn't supposed to start teaching again yet since he's still too injured for Recovery Girl's quirk to work on him.

gay salt: Don't worry, us dorm kids will make sure he doesn't do anything too dangerous.

President Megaphone: Fine, I guess.

3:15 PM

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farmer toshi: I'm officially going back in the dorms, Aunt Nemuri came and got me. They knocked my hold down to twelve hours since I threw up since I haven't had anymore nausea or vomiting.

farmer toshi: My stubborn ass is at the store before I go home, do you guys need anything?

President Megaphone: Make sure you pick yourself up things that are liquid for the next couple days while you're on the mend before Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: That's the plan. I've already procured blueberry yogurt drinks and silken tofu and soft ice cream and jellies and stuff. I wanted to know before I check out if anyone else needs anything.

gay salt: Yeah, grab me some boiled octopus and crab sticks if you can. I'm craving them.

foil-mecha: jagariko please, whichever one you find.

ranch flavored jello: Enoki, a bunch of them, and thick white bread.

feral cat dad: Just grab some extra jellies.

life is a nightmare: ham, bean sprouts, tofu, and eggs.

pure: Tofu and spam.

schrodinger better run: Milk, bacon, and eggs for my breakfast tomorrow.

nat20: cheese sausages and kimchi ramen, please.

saviour: Just tofu and edamame.

President Megaphone: aloe yoghurt.

farmer toshi: Got it. I'll be home in like a half hour. Be waiting for your groceries.

8:15 AM

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schrodinger better run: @everyone I've made everyone breakfast! Even you, Shinsou and Mr. Aizawa. I made you two's food liquid for you.

schrodinger better run: Breakfast is eggs, pancakes, bacon, and tofu. I made the pancakes vegan friendly and I tried really hard to make the tofu like sausage for Toru and Ibara!

saviour: Thank you, Pony, I'm sure it'll be good no matter what.

ranch flavored jello: Thanks Pony, you're the best.

schrodinger better run: No problem!

schrodinger better run: And for Mr. Aizawa and Shinsou, I made you two your smoothie bags and some of the juice I made for you!

farmer toshi: Which ones?

schrodinger better run: For you, the vanilla coconut, chocolate peanut butter jelly, and guava orange juice. For Mr. Aizawa, spinach peanut butter banana, citrus berry, and guava orange juice.

feral cat dad: Thank you, pony.

feral cat dad: No, capitalize pony.

feral cat dad: Fucking speech to text.

feral cat dad: Pony. There we go.

schrodinger better run: Love you, Mr. Aizawa.

feral cat dad: Love you too, kid.

2:30 PM

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feral cat dad: Katsuki, Recovery Girl says she can likely heal you now that you're feeling better.

deku deck-you: Yeah, sure.

3:45 PM

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farmer toshi: You feel okay, Kats?

deku deck-you: Yeah, just tired. I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up for dinner.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:45 AM

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farmer toshi: Jeez, you get up early. I'll try to run with you tomorrow.

deku deck-you: I'm good running alone, Shinsou.

farmer toshi: Oh, okay.

deku deck-you: I mean, if you wanna, then go ahead, but I know you don't sleep well. Plus you have to rest up so Recovery Girl can heal you.

farmer toshi: I know, but I also know it sucks to run alone sometimes.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:30 AM

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farmer toshi: Shoot, I slept past my alarms.

deku deck-you: It's fine. As long as you're getting sleep, you don't have to run with me, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:35 AM

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farmer toshi: Fucking alarms weren't set.

deku deck-you: You needed the sleep, Shinsou. You were up late.

farmer toshi: Fine. But I'll catch you one of these mornings.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

6:15 AM

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farmer toshi: I'm getting closer, you early bastard.

deku deck-you: Keep thinking that, Shinsou.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:55 AM

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farmer toshi: Now you're taunting me.

deku deck-you: You wish. I'm just good at waking up early.

5:30 AM

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deku deck-you: I'm going out for a run.

5:35 AM

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farmer toshi: I JUST MISSED YOU!

farmer toshi: Get back here little bastard!

deku deck-you: shinsousprintingafterhim.jpg

life is a nightmare: What a wholesome ending.

deku deck-you: shinsoufellonme.jpg

President Michael: You good, kids?

deku deck-you: Yeah, we're good. My knee is a little achy but I'll be fine.

farmer toshi: Don't worry, I'll force him back if he's hurt, Uncle Zashi.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #yamada hizashi #aoyama yuuga #katsuki bakugou #shinsou hitoshi #fumikage tokoyami #hagakure tooru #aizawa shouta #monoma neito #kuroiro shihai #juzo honenuki #pony tsunotori #ibara shiozaki #snoweywrites #aizawa we agreed no more cats au #tw death mention

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darkpoisonouslove · 3 years

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Can I give you a lot of work and ask you to answer all the questions in the otp question meme for Griffin x Faragonda, please? (I like them too much, and there's a lack of content about them...)

I love them, too, and I totally get the disappointment of having so little content about them. I feel it myself.

These are all set after season 1 in what is decidedly not an AU but canon keeps refusing to confirm.

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Faragonda has always been more touchy-feely but Griffin is completely on board with it. They’ve been apart long enough. She can more than use all of the clinginess.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

They switch but Faragonda is the big spoon more often. She loves giving Griffin all the affection. And Griffin melts in her arms.

3. Most common argument?

Where the line lies for witch pranks at official events. They really do not share the same view on that and the dissonance arises quite often. Not their most heated argument by a far cry but certainly the most common one.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Having a tea party and just getting to talk to each other while they’re relaxing. It is the best stress relief to just sit together and chat about anything and everything.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Faragonda. She totally sees it as yet another opportunity to be affectionate. Griffin is more surprised than Faragonda thought she’d be and she also seems more touched. That might have made Faragonda repeat it. Griffin is starting to feel spoiled.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Griffin’s is Faragonda’s eyes. She loves the contrast of their dark color that reminds a lot of a cloudy sky and how soothing they are to her. Just a look in Faragonda’s eyes lets her know that she’s home.

Faragonda loves all of Griffin but she especially loves running her fingers through Griffin’s hair. Or brushing it. Or braiding it. It’s super soft and just the lightest touch can send Griffin shivering which is Faragonda’s favorite part. She loves how responsive Griffin is to touches of her hair.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Griffin starts getting jealous which is definitely new at least in a romantic context. She’s seen Faragonda date before and even encouraged it but now it is unbearable to even think about it.

Faragonda is more subtle about it. It’s her body language that changes - lingering gazes and touches. Maybe a couple remarks that are more suggestive. She’s careful not to push them back into not talking to each other, though.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

They don’t have nicknames for the other. They might just love saying the other’s name too much for that.

9. Who worries the most?

Both of them worry enough about each other’s well-being and the general state of things with the world at large - considering what they’ve lived to see - but Griffin actually worries a little more. Since she was the one who sort of initiated the rifts between them the previous times, she is worried about what might happen next and whether she won’t be stupid enough to let them get torn apart again. Faragonda has to reassure her that they will be fine and they will come out of anything together just like they always have.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Faragonda. She thinks it’s the least she can do when she drags Griffin out to a restaurant when Griffin would prefer to stay home even if she will be the one to cook in that case. Griffin also remembers what Faragonda orders, however, and then makes it for her at home.

11. Who tops?

They switch but Faragonda tops more often. Griffin totally loves leaving her in charge, especially since Faragonda makes her feel like the most loved person in the world.

12. Who initiates kisses?

Griffin does. Faragonda is not shy at all, especially with Griffin but she actually likes it when Griffin initiates the kiss and directs it.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Faragonda. Again, she is more about touching but once they’re holding hands, Griffin won’t let go of her.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Griffin. She kisses like there’s no tomorrow and leaves Faragonda totally breathless but she’s not complaining.

15. Who wakes up first?

Griffin does most of the time. It is hard even for Faragonda to beat her to it when Griffin seems to have endless energy even if Faragonda is the one with the sunshine personality. Griffin claims that is exactly why Faragonda needs more time to recharge - she is spreading too much of her positivity around and it uses up her energy.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Both of them. They have actually been late for work because they didn’t want to leave the bed and each other’s company.

17. Who says I love you first?

Griffin. Faragonda actually wants to take things at Griffin’s pace and not rush them into something they’re not ready for that could tear them apart.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Faragonda does. Griffin is a little surprised by how Faragonda managed to sneak them in there without her noticing since she was the one who prepared the food. She knows the fairy has her ways, though, especially since Griffin is often distracted by her presence. And it makes her day so who is she to complain, really?

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

They don’t really say anything but Griselda figures it out a couple months before Ediltrude and Zarathustra do. Saladin, on the other hands, only learns from the twins a long way down the line and is pretty salty that they didn’t tell him sooner.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

They are all ecstatic that it is finally happening because they all know how much Griffin and Faragonda have always meant to each other and how much not speaking had affected them. Seeing them finally taking the chance and making each other happy makes their friends happy, too.

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Faragonda totally drags Griffin into dancing whenever she feels like it. Griffin only complains about it a little. Just for the sake of it. She actually loves slow dancing with Faragonda but she has to be dramatic. It’s good for the soul.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Griffin is the better cook and she cooks almost always unless she is dead tired in which case Faragonda might take the risk and try her hand at making dinner. She isn’t actually that bad at cooking but she feels her meals can never live up to Griffin’s even if Griffin claims they’re really good.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Griffin. Faragonda has expressed profound shock over her never ending arsenal of those but Griffin keeps delivering.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Griffin, most of the time. She is a witch; she has a reputation to uphold. And it is pretty fun (and hot) to see Faragonda get flustered. Except, Faragonda retaliates sometimes and it is Griffin that ends up flustered. But she has to face the consequences for her actions and Faragonda makes up for it anyway. ;)

25. Who needs more assurance?

Griffin. She has some guilt in storage both in regards to her relationship with Faragonda and just in general and is relieved when Faragonda reassures her that everything is okay, especially between the two of them.

26. What would be their theme song?

Find Me by Sigma ft Birdy (acoustic version)

27. Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Griffin. Faragonda might join her but she’s also quite content just listening and watching. She also gets pretty lulled by Griffin’s singing.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Griffin is impossible when Faragonda can’t be with her for whatever reason. She gets irritable and starts making everyone miserable by turning even more pedantic than usual. Zarathustra and Ediltrude do their best to keep her occupied which sometimes involves lots of wine and chess.

Faragonda definitely handles separation better by doing things that will make her feel closer to Griffin like reading Griffin’s favorite book or tending to the plants. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t miss her super much, though.

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

They’ve ended up seriously hurting each other - both physically and emotionally - while Faragonda was with the Company and Griffin was with the Coven. They didn’t necessarily want to fight each other but were forced by the circumstances. There was also a decent amount of anger and despair on either side and the possibility that they might have actually hurt each other on purpose freaks them both out.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They retire together on Domino and help raise Daphne and Bloom’s kids. Also, they have a peaceful life because they have been through so much and deserve some rest.

#winx club #winx griffin #winx faragonda #griffin x faragonda #winx headcanons #ask #hoanjakeahna

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hopesbarnes · 4 years

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Black Swan (6)

Summary: Y/N used to be a Russian spy under the code name Black Swan. But that was a lifetime ago. Now she’s a part-time avenger, dance teacher, surrogate sister to Natasha Romanoff, and trainer to new Shield Agents. She’s come a long way from the days of killing targets and being tortured. But when someone from her past comes around will she be able to ignore her history anymore? Or will she end up falling in love with the only man her sister ever loved?

A/N: There will be a double post tomorrow at 9pm and I promise you it’s good! Also! If you haven’t seen my post about taglist please check it out (I just reblogged it) If you are currently on tags and I don’t hear back I will remove you.

((also huge shoutout to @disaffectedbarnes for helping out and catching my dumb spelling mistake))

Later on, when you’re back at the compound you run into Bucky. Literally.

“I’m- oh hey! Sorry!” you said when you realized who you had run into.

He blinked at you a few times then simply said, “You like movies.” It wasn’t really a question, more like a statement so you nodded and he grinned wide.

“I started watching movies from this list online, it said that they’re movies everyone should see. I’m on this one now, wanna watch it together?” he asks bashfully holding up Titanic. Upon seeing the title you agree.

“It’s one of my favorite movies, but we need tissues and food before we start. It’s like three hours long,” you say heading into the kitchen him following in tow.

“Tissues?” he asks.

“Trust me.”

A little bit later you have pizza, chips, tissues, and tea and you’re setting up the movie.

“Sinkin’ happened a few years ‘fore I was born. Ma talked about it once I think, and we learned about it in class,” he says.

“I always forget how old you are,” you say amazed that he was only a few years younger than the ship.

You’re at the point in the movie where Rose jumps back on the ship and Celine Dion is playing in the background. You’re full-on crying and Bucky looks over to catch your mouthing along to the “You jump, I jump right?” line. He pauses the movie to look over and ask if you’re okay. But instead of answering you just scold him for pausing and tell him to shush and watch. He just nods a small smile on his face despite the movie.

As the band stays to continue playing the tears are falling down your face even more. Bucky reaches out to hold your hand and rub circles across your palm as he watches the movie intently. When the scene of the elderly couple in bed and mother tucking her kids plays you swear you see a single tear fall down Bucky’s face.

When Bucky watches Rose realize Jacks’s dead you actually see Bucky crying. Not just a few tears, but completely puffy-eyed. When the movie ends you’re now completely cuddled up against him and both of you have tears free-flowing down your faces.

“That was beautiful. And sad. But mostly beautiful. I mean they really loved each other.” he says after a few minutes.

“Yeah, makes you wish you had someone to give everything up for.” He looks at you for a moment, and you look back holding his gaze. For some reason, you can’t look away. This man who has been through so much holds your attention and you realize it’s not that you can’t look away, it’s that you don’t want to.

After a minute of just holding each other’s eyes, he slowly leans in and you don’t pull back. You can barely see his face, the low lighting of the credits is the only thing lighting the room. But it’s enough, and as his lips meet yours you feel right. Your hand reaches up to hold his cheek, and his arms circle around your waist, almost as if making sure you are really kissing him. Your eyes are closed tight, and all you feel is his soft salty lips, still wet from the tears that fell. The kiss isn’t rushed or intense like every other kiss you’ve had before this one. No, it’s tame and affectionate and you can feel each and every one of his emotions all at once. Your mouth moves in time with his. And it feels like home. He feels like home, like safety and everything you’ve ever run from. And just as soon as it began it was over.

“I uh- that was nice,” he says completely flushed.

You laugh lightly, “Yeah, it really was.”

He smiles at the sound of your laugh. “Promise you won’t tell anyone I cried, it would ruin their ideas of me.”

You laugh even more, “I promise, but in return don’t tell anyone about that kiss. I want to figure this out with you first before anyone knows.” Mostly Natasha.

He nods, “so this is a this?” He asks timidly.

“Yeah, I think I want it to be.” he nods again and you just lay in his arms for some time, feeling perfectly content.

Later on, you leave his room. But not before a few more kisses, and promises of returning tomorrow. You head back to your room tired from the long day and fall asleep. It’s the first night in a long time you don’t wake up or have nightmares, and you have a small inkling as to why that might be.

The next morning you wake to multiple texts from Natasha. Your phone buzzing nonstop and you somehow manage to grab it, and open your eyes enough to read her texts.

Nat: So…

Nat: I slept over his house.

Nat: I’m in deep

Nat: Haven’t felt this way since I was young

Nat: Wake! Up! Need to talk about this!!

You reply half groggily.

Y/N: Coffee and food. Need. Talk while eat. Ok. 5 minutes.

Somehow Nat understands your choppy text and sends an okay back. You begrudgingly get up and throw on some clean clothes and meet her in your kitchen. She’s by the stove humming to herself.

“Morning sleepyhead,” she says far too cheery for 7:30 am.

“No.” you reply honestly.

She shakes her head and sets down coffee and a plate of Blini.

“Блины? Должно быть, он был очень хорош в постели, чтобы ты приготовила мне блины.” (Blini? He must have been really good in bed for you to make me pancakes.) you say while eating.

“Сисси, О Боже, это было хорошо,” (Sissy, oh god was it good) She says sitting next to you with a plate of her own.

The two of you breakdown into giggles. She tells you more about her night, and how birdbrain is just as accurate and precise in bed as he is with his bow. She seems happy, happier than you’ve seen her in a long time.

All you want is to feel just as happy as her, and maybe Bucky is your chance at that.

#bucky x reader #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes fluff #Bucky Barnes #sebastian stan

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lia-jones · 3 years

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Growing Together - Chapter Fifteen - Learning to Pray

Author’s Note: Thank you for your comments, your reblogs, your likes, and for the times you reach out to me and make me feel less alone. Thank you for sharing your time with me. Thank you for giving my voice a friendly ear. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. And here’s to the next year!

5 AM

“Call me when you get there.” He helped her put her coat on.

“The moment I land.” She assured him.

“And whenever I text you, you text back immediately.”

“Victor…” She stared at him, annoyed.

“Andrea.” He stared back.

“I promise.” She nodded, defeated. “If I can’t call or text right away, I’ll ring you once.”

Victor pulled his wife into his arms, reluctant to let her leave his grasp. He was never a man to trust his feelings, always preferring facts, but there was a pit in his stomach he couldn’t explain. He felt uneasy, knowing Lucien was living in Creekwood. However, he also knew the scientist was under heavy surveillance, and the chances of running into Andrea or even knowing she was there were fairly slim. Besides, Andrea would spend most of her time in hotel rooms and offices, and she wouldn’t be alone. Lucien wouldn’t be able to get to her without being noticed. Victor tried to put his uneasy feeling aside.

“It’s just for two days. I’ll be safe, I promise.” She looked up to him with loving eyes.

“Make sure you are.” He almost scolded. “Have a safe flight.” He kissed her, wishing somehow the kiss would magically make her stay. “I love you, my light.”

“I love you too, handsome.” She lovingly ran her hand over his chest. “Have fun with Owen. Send him my love.”

Right, Owen, he thought as he saw the door close behind her. Two days with Owen, just the two of them. The pit in his stomach only grew. Ignoring it, he walked into the bathroom to take his morning shower.

7 AM

After he got ready, it was time to wake his son up. He knocked softly on Owen’s door, opening it to find the boy still asleep, holding his Ant-Man action figure. Victor found the movie positively deplorable, but the superhero that could command insects and be as small as one fascinated the boy.

“Owen.” He brushed his red curls, that reminded him so much of his wife. “Time to wake up.”

The boy swiftly sat on the bed, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

“Where’s Andy?” It was the first thing Owen asked.

“She left early this morning. Told me to send you her love.” Victor picked up the clothes Andrea had prepared the night before from the dresser. “Brush your teeth and wash your face, so I can get you dressed.”

“I can do it on my own.” The boy offered.

“Andrea always gets you dressed.” Victor crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“But I can do it on my own.” The boy looked down, afraid to face his adoptive father. “You don’t have to do it.”

Victor wanted to argue, tell him he should do all the things Andrea did, that he was his father just as much as Andrea was his mother. But the boy was already uncomfortable, he didn’t want to add to his uneasiness. So, feeling uneasy himself, he handed the child his clothes, turning to the door.

“I’ll prepare breakfast, then. Meet me in the kitchen.”

Victor was just finishing flipping the pancakes when Owen appeared at the kitchen, his curls orderly and shiny, impeccably dressed with the clothes he was given… until Victor looked at his shoes. The boy had tied his shoelaces around his ankles, securing them with what seemed to be two single knots.

“Owen, what happened to your shoelaces?” He came closer, inspecting the knots.

“I don’t know how to tie them…” Owen’s lips quivered. “Andy ties them for me.”

“Well, we need to fix that. You look like a homeless person with your shoes like that.” Victor joked.

And he dearly wished he wouldn’t have. Owen took his words way too seriously and broke down crying.

“I’m sorry!” He sobbed. “I’m sorry I did this wrong, but I’m going to fix it, I’ll wear something else! Please don’t be mad!”

“It’s alright, I’m not angry.” Victor kneeled next to his son. “You don’t need to cry, Owen, nothing is wrong.”

The child looked at him expectantly, a few remaining tears falling from his big brown eyes.

“Would you like me to teach you?” Victor was desperate to get his son’s trust. Maybe this could help.

“Yes, please.” Owen moved closer, and Victor’s heart filled with hope.

“Alright, so…” Victor untied the boy’s shoelaces. “You tie them with a single knot, like this. And then you take one shoelace and make a loop, like this.”

“Andy calls it a bunny ear.” Owen offered.

“Alright, a bunny ear then.” Victor corrected.

“I like your way better.” Owen spoke again. “Don’t tell her, but calling it a bunny ear is silly. I’m not a baby.”

“Right.” Victor smiled at him. “You are a young man now, we should call it a loop. So, you make two loops with the shoelaces and you tie them like this.” Victor lifted his hands, showing him the result. “Would you like to try the other one?”

After a while and under Victor’s advice and supervision, Owen tied his other shoe by himself, making Victor’s heart swell with pride. Owen was bright and hardworking. Should he keep these qualities, he would be successful when he grew up.

“I did it!” Owen beamed at him.

“Well done.” Victor praised him, ruffling his curls. “And you got dressed all by yourself too. Good job, Owen.”

“Thank you for teaching me.” Owen pulled Victor’s hand as he got up.

“No need to thank me.” He felt himself blush. “Let’s go get breakfast before we get late.”

12:45 PM

At lunchtime, he wondered if his wife had remembered to eat. She would probably be too busy to notice the time, even if she was hungry. Just in case, he called her.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.” She answered with a perky voice. “I’m just leaving for lunch.”

“How is it going?”

“I’m done with it already. It turns out the assistant was inserting the data incorrectly.” Victor heard her frustrated sigh. “Idiots.”

Was he rubbing off on his wife? The thought made him chuckle.

“So you’re done? You could go straight to Cooper’s in the afternoon and return tonight.”

“I might as well give them some training since I’m here.” By the tone of her voice, Victor could almost picture the annoyed look on her face. “Besides, it’s raining heavily here, I don’t feel like driving anywhere in this weather.”

“Stay put if you don’t feel it’s safe, then. Cancel with Cooper if you need to.” At least she was being precautious. That eased his mind a little.

“It’s ok, the forecast says the weather will improve tomorrow.” She downplayed it. “How did it go with Owen?”

“Very well.” Victor smiled. “I taught him how to tie his shoelaces. He did it on his own.”

“Really?” Andrea paused. “Damn, I wish I were there to see it. It’s ok, I’ll congratulate him tonight when we video chat.”

“9:30 pm?”

“It’s a date.” He heard her smile. “Ok, I’m going for lunch. There’s this restaurant across the river I want to try.”

“Text me when you’re back at the company.” He paused, missing her already. “I love you.”

“I will. And I love you too.”

Victor had lunch in his office, moping about the fact that he was eating on his own, instead of with his wife. It was uncanny how he had been so used to being alone for so long, and now it was pure torture. In two years, Andrea had changed his habits completely.

3:20 PM

The afternoon started well, and Victor felt on a productive roll, concluding meeting after meeting smoothly. Andrea’s team did impeccable work managing the investments, and very little was required from him, except his approval on some documents. He was starting another meeting when his phone rang, the principal from Owen’s school calling, asking him to come pick his son immediately.

Victor bolted to the car, his mind focusing on Owen alone. He knew he wasn’t hurt, they had told him as much, but he got a call from the principal himself, so it surely was serious. As he drove, he dialed Andrea’s number.

You have reached Andrea Lee, I am not available right now. Please leave a message after the signal, and I will call you back as soon as possible.

“Did you forget to charge your phone again?” Victor scolded, annoyed. “I’m on my way to Owen’s school. He got himself into trouble. The principal wants to talk to me personally.” He sighed. “I don’t know what happened, I’ll let you know as soon as I can. Call me back when you hear this.”

He headed straight to the principal’s office, finding Owen, sitting outside, his head low.

“What happened? Is everything alright?” Victor kneeled in front of the boy, studying his expression.

Owen looked at him, a somber expression on his face, but didn’t say a word. Suddenly, the door to the principal’s office opened. A man in his fifties, with grey hair and a thick mustache, came to Victor, his arm extended for him to shake.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Lee, my name is Louis Sawyer, I’m the Crestview School Principal. Please come in.” The principal turned to the boy with an indifferent tone. “Owen, you sit here. We won’t take long.”

“I’ll be right back.” Victor touched Owen’s shoulder, as to reassure him.

“First, Mr. Lee, I would like to apologize for removing you from your daily affairs so abruptly.” The principal started as they both sat down. “I’m certain you are a very busy man and have more pressing matters to attend to, so I won’t keep you for long.”

“What seems to be the matter?”

“Hmm.” The principal cleared his throat. “There is no simple way to say this, so I’ll cut to the chase. Owen’s stole the classroom’s geode.”

“Geode?” Victor kept his composure, despite his shock. “Do you know for a fact Owen did this?”

“After a backpack search, we found the item with Owen’s belongings.”

Victor didn’t retort, his mind going over the facts. This wasn’t anything like what Owen would do, he was the kind of child that would ask if he could get a bottle of water. Something wasn’t right. Victor couldn’t believe his boy, always so sweet and considerate, would do such a thing.

Observing Victor’s silence, the principal gained a renewed confidence, his tone showing a concealed disdain.

“Thievery is something gravely frowned upon in Crestview. We will turn a blind eye this time, out of respect for you and your wife, and the generous support you provide this institution. Nonetheless, I feel obliged to inform you that, should this behavior reoccur, we will need to take heavier punitive measures, such as suspension, or in worst cases, definitive removal of the student. Taking in consideration your child’s background, we advise perhaps the involvement of a specialist. Maybe a more clinical eye would help in this particular situation.”

Victor felt his blood boil, but kept listening. Mistaking Victor’s silence with weakness, the principal couldn’t contain a slightly sly smile, and resumed his righteous speech.

“It is our understanding that you and your wife are successful and educated people, so it’s a certainty for us that you provide this child with stellar parenting. However, it is also our understanding that Owen comes from a foster home, and is probably the spawn of a dysfunctional family. It is possible that in both these experiences Owen may have taken up… less refined habits.”

Victor took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He was determined to show this despicable nobody his place.

“Mr. Sawyer, it is my understanding that all the classrooms have cameras installed for the students’ protection, is that correct?”

“Absolutely, we care deeply for our students' safety.” The man shifted in his chair.

“So I assume that, since you summoned me here, out of a very important meeting like you previously stated, to accuse my son of thievery, you have done so after checking today’s recording of the camera in his classroom, and you are about to present me with hard evidence.” Victor kept his voice serene, although he wanted nothing more than to punch the bastard.

“Well-”

“Accusing someone of something as vile as stealing without the proper evidence to corroborate it would show extreme incompetence on your part. Finding something in someone’s backpack can also mean someone else planted it there, and although it is true that Owen is adopted and in fact came from a foster home, this hardly proves anything, don’t you agree?”

The blood suddenly drained from the principal’s face, and Victor spoke again, his tone more incisive this time.

“Having the audacity to humiliate my son and make me interrupt my work to come here and listen to empty assumptions would be a terrible mistake. Such an error could lead to heavier consequences, like a lawsuit, or even cost you your job at this facility, or any other institution, for that matter.”

Victor could see the terror in the man’s eyes. With little thought, Victor got up from his chair, taking his coat in his arm.

“I trust you will personally check those recordings and find the culprit. I’m certain you wouldn’t allow an innocent child to be blamed without concrete evidence.”

“Well, yes, but we are talking about hours of-” The principal babbled.

“The details of your incompetence do not concern me.” Victor interrupted. “In the meantime, contact me only when you have done your job correctly and you can present me with facts, not fables. Good day.”

Victor left the principal’s office fuming. He found Owen still in the same chair, the same disheartened expression.

“Come on.” He took the boy’s hand. “Let’s go.”

3:51 PM

The drive to the office was a quiet one, the hum of the motor the only background noise. Victor knew he had to talk to his son, but he was delaying it as much as he could. Owen already didn’t like him much, he would like him even less should Victor have to reprimand him. Although Victor didn’t believe his son was capable of such a thing. Or was he? And if he was, was it because of something he and his wife had failed at?

“Are you going to send me back to Miss Dillon?” Owen’s question startled him.

“What?” Victor looked at the boy from his rearview mirror. “No.”

“What’s going to happen then?” The boy asked again, his voice filled with worry.

Victor sighed. His wife was away and unreachable, he was on his own. He would give it his best.

“We will talk.” Victor parked the car in the next available spot, getting out.

Taking a seat next to the boy in the back, Victor studied his expression for a moment. He could see worry and sadness, but not guilt. That somewhat reassured him. All he needed to do was to figure out what was happening.

“Do you know what makes a man honorable?” He asked Owen, in all seriousness.

“He does honorable things.” Owen’s voice was sad and low. “He never makes mistakes.”

“No, that’s not true. An honorable man does make mistakes, because no one is perfect.” Victor explained in a soft voice. “What makes him honorable is that he admits his errors and learns from them. So, in the future, when faced with a similar situation, he will do better.”

Owen looked outside through his window, lost in thought.

“Owen, there are cameras in your classroom. The principal will know who stole that geode. Now, you have the chance of being honorable. Is there anything you want to tell me?” Victor pressed.

The boy suddenly seemed relieved, meeting his eyes with confidence.

“I didn’t steal it, Tom Wilkins did.”

Victor felt a wave of relief going through him. He wasn’t wrong about his son’s innocence. He was a noble boy.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why did you take the blame?”

“I tried, but no one would believe me.” Owen’s eyes filled with tears. “And Tom said that no one would believe the foster kid. That’s why he did it, to get me expelled, but I saw him do it. He says I don’t belong there because I’m filthy, and I’m not really your son.”

Victor had a few names he wanted to call Tom Wilkins, but he could almost hear his wife’s voice in the back of his mind. Let the boy talk. So he did.

“He said you are very powerful and ruthless, and people are afraid of you. He said that you’re mean, you don't love anyone, and you’ll send me away sooner or later.”

Victor’s heart broke when he heard his son’s words. He knew he had a reputation, and although he never cared much about what other people thought of him, it was now affecting how his child perceived him.

“What do you think, Owen? Do you think I’m mean?”

Big brown eyes looked into his, studying him.

“You look scary sometimes. But Andy told me you’re like the ogre in the story.”

Victor had to chuckle, remembering that day at the hotel with Molly. Little did he know back then that that story would follow him until that very moment.

“Alright, listen carefully.” He looked at his son with earnest eyes, hoping he would believe him. “There is nothing you can do that will make me send you back, do you understand? Absolutely nothing. You are not a foster kid, you are my son. It is not official yet, but as far as Andrea and I are concerned, you are a Lee. Tell that snotty idiot Tom Wilkins that.”

Owen giggled, amused. Victor continued, his heart already feeling lighter for hearing his son’s laughter.

“I know I can sound abrasive sometimes. Andrea is already used to it and most times is amused by it, but I understand I can look scary. But you don’t need to fear me, Owen. I promise you, I have nothing but your best interest at heart. Truth is, I was never a father, I don’t know how to be one.” Victor confessed, part of him wishing his father would be as caring with him. “But I will do my absolute best to be the best father you can have, if you let me try. Will you give me a chance?”

Owen’s eyes widened. After a moment, he shook his head.

“And if I ever look scary to you, you can tell me, alright? I need you to tell me. What do you say?” Victor extended his hand for the little boy to shake. “We have a deal?”

His son shook his hand with enthusiasm.

“Deal.”

“Now, I need to get back to LFG. Do you want to know where I work? Maybe I could use a little assistant.” Victor poked his son playfully.

“I’m going to LFG with you?” Owen’s eyes widened.

“Will you be on your best behavior?” Victor playfully furrowed his eyebrow.

“Yes, Sir!” Owen exclaimed excitedly.

“Not Sir.” Victor ruffled his son’s hair. “Just Victor.”

4:10 PM

Goldman was the first person he saw when the elevator doors opened.

“The LCG management team is already waiting for you at the conference room. Wait…” Goldman noticed the little red-haired boy by his side. “Is this Owen?”

“Yes, it is.” He looked at the child with a warm smile. “Owen, this is Goldman. I need to go to a meeting now. Do you want to come with me or do you want to stay with Goldman and do something fun?”

“Can I draw while I wait in your meeting?”

“Of course. Goldman, find some crayons and take them to the conference room. Also, Andrea’s phone is off, she probably let it run out of battery. See if you can reach her somehow, tell her to return my calls.”

He knew that Andrea’s team would love to meet their son. She kept a friendly relationship with practically all of them, and she always boasted about their kid. But Victor had forgotten that Diane was in that conference room and failed to prepare himself for all the shrieking.

“Oh my God, Owen, I was so looking forward to meeting you!” Diane gave his child a tight hug. “Your mother wasn’t overreacting when she said you were cute! Look at you, looking so sharp, you are just like a little Victor!”

“Thank you.” Owen looked down, blushing.

Everybody was so amused and engaged with the little boy that they almost forgot what they were doing there. Owen spent at least ten minutes receiving unsolicited hugs and praise, thanking them all with uncanny courtesy for his age.

“Alright, let’s all sit down and focus on what we came here to do. Owen, take your crayons and sit next to me.”

It was hard for Victor to concentrate on what was happening at that meeting, his eyes occasionally turning to that special part of his life, quietly drawing, organizing his crayons on the table, as a picture came to life. He couldn’t help glance at the piece of paper under his son’s hand, wondering what would come out of those colours, from his son's mind. However, when he looked at the table again, the drawing was gone, and Owen was folding a piece of paper and putting it in his pocket. Victor immediately decided he would peek into Owen's pockets later, when his clothes were thrown in the hamper.

As he left to get himself some coffee, and Owen something to eat, Goldman came to him.

“Good, you’re here. I need you to ask someone to go downstairs and get some snacks for Owen. Maybe some crackers and fruit. What do you think, Owen?” Victor asking, busy with the coffee pot.

“Sure.” The boy shrugged.

“I will ask Margot to send someone. Also, Sir…”

“Oh, right, did you get in touch with Andrea?” Victor’s eyes left the coffee to face Goldman, who was pale as a ghost. “Is something wrong?”

“At what time did you and Andrea talk last?”

The question made Victor’s stomach tighten.

“Around noon, why?”

“Andy’s phone was off, like you said. So, I tried Parker Company, but I got a message that the call could not be completed. So I tried to Google the number, thinking I had an old one, and that’s when I learned what happened.”

“And what happened exactly? Just tell me, Goldman!” Victor ordered.

“It’s all over the news…” Goldman hesitated.

Coffee forgotten, Victor bolted to his office, turning on the TV. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

… the heavy rain taking everything in its way, including the ground itself. Creekwood is being affected by large scale landslides, the largest happening in the beginning of this afternoon, reaching the river bank and Creekwood bridge.

Victor remembered his conversation with his wife. She was going across the bridge for lunch. He changed channels, trying to find more information.

I’m not on location, as the roads are currently closed, but from what I heard from the local authorities, the damages are pretty severe. The local communication towers were brought down by the weight of the water and debris, so all communications were cut, which doesn’t help the rescuing process, as people cannot ask for help. What we know from the local authorities is that several buildings were buried or torn apart by the landslide, including factories.

So, Trish, confirm with me again, you are in the closest city, correct?

Yes, I am currently in Ferriston, and I have to say, despite not being as affected by the storm as Creekwood, all you can hear are sirens from fire trucks and police cars leaving for the neighboring city. Creekwood seems to be experiencing an unprecedented catastrophe that will leave an indelible mark for years to come.

Thank you, Trish. Our thoughts and prayers go to the victims and their families. Stay tuned for more information during this program.

Victor’s heart stopped. No, this couldn’t be true. This wasn’t happening. Andrea… She was alright, she had to be alright. There was no way his wife was caught in the middle of a landslide and… No, he couldn’t consider it. He couldn’t even imagine it. He needed to find his wife as quickly as possible.

6:00 PM

“What do you mean I can’t fly there?” Victor’s voice roared inside his office, pacing frantically. “There has to be a place where the jet can land!”

“All the landing points were taken for rescuing purposes. They won’t allow anyone who isn’t from security or health to come in.” Goldman explained.

“There has to be a way, I need to go there, I need to get Andrea!” Victor took his phone. “I’ll make it happen. I’ll call the President if I need to, but I’m going!”

“I already talked to all the entities, Victor, I told them you would compensate them immensely, their hands are tied! This is a major catastrophe. They don't even have the means to find her before the others. It’s a mess out there.”

A wave of dizziness struck Victor, making him slump on the sofa, his head between his hands.

“I need to think of something, I need to be fast. In these situations, every second counts. Every minute makes it more certain that she’s…” He trailed off, desperate. He couldn’t say it, although the picture became more vivid in his mind by the second. “Her last location on her GPS was the Parker factory, right?”

“Yes.”

Victor squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the horrid picture off his mind. Focus, Victor. You need to focus.

“Do we know if the factory was damaged, and if so, how damaged?”

“We don’t know for sure how damaged.” Goldman almost whispered. “But we know it isn’t good.”

“Get the blueprints of the building. Try to figure out in which room she was located, anything that can help us know…” He trailed off.

“Know what?” Goldman looked at him, worried.

That she’s still alive. Something that can give me hope.

“Just do it.” Victor answered tiredly.

6:45 PM

“Mr. Lee.” Margot called from the door. “I have Mr. Cooper on the phone.”

“Tell him I’m busy.” Victor was focused on the factory’s blueprint. It was hopeless. There was no panic room, no shelter, nothing.

“He says it’s about your wife.”

Victor jumped at her words. Could it be that Andrea reconsidered and headed to Ferriston after her meal? He pressed the key on his phone, accepting the call.

“Mr. Cooper.”

“Time is of the essence, so I’ll cut to the chase.” He heard the old man. “Is your wife in Creekwood?”

Victor’s heart sank. She wasn’t in Ferriston. She wasn’t safe. Victor’s eyes prickled, fear getting the best of him, his throat tightening so much he couldn’t make a sound.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes. Do you know where your wife was during the landslides?”

“Parker Company.” Victor croaked. “That was the last GPS location on her phone.”

“My daughter-in-law runs the Emergency Department in Ferriston. They are sending several units to Creekwood to aid in the rescue operations. I’ll have her inquire about your wife. If anyone can find her, it’s my Tracy. I’ll call you as I have news.”

Victor felt himself relax slightly. It wasn’t the answer he was hoping for, but at least it was something that could help Andrea.

“I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Cooper.”

“Don’t thank me, Victor, this is just the Cooper way. If we are in business together, we are like family. And we take care of our own. Go home and get some rest. I’m sure I’ll have news soon enough. We’ll find her.”

8:20 PM

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Owen asked, noticing Victor push the food around in his plate.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Eat your vegetables.”

He wasn’t. He was expecting to hear from Cooper sooner. And now the old man wasn’t answering his phone either. Worry had turned Victor’s stomach into a knot only Andrea could undo.

“Is this because you can’t find Andy?”

Victor paused, looking at his son. What would he tell him? That he had lost his biological mother before, and now he was at risk of losing his adoptive mother too?

“I overheard some adults saying you were afraid she got caught in the landslide and got hurt.” Owen anticipated his lie.

His eyes prickled with tears he did not want to show his son. Again, his throat was like a vice, and he was at a loss for words. All he wanted to do was to hold that little boy and spare him from any suffering this event could cause.

“Sometimes, at the orphanage, I was so scared I couldn’t sleep. Miss Dillon taught me how to pray. She told me I can talk to God and tell him what’s bothering me, and he will comfort me, sometimes even give me a solution. It helps. Do you want to try?”

“Pray?” Victor remembered his wife was raised a Catholic, and despite not following the religion, she was a very spiritual person. He remembered the monkey sanctuary, and how she attributed her strength to a higher force watching over her. Should the roles be reversed, she would pray for his safety. It seemed fitting that he did the same for her.

“I’ll show you how.” The boy got up from his chair, pulling Victor. “You go on your knees like this and you put your hands together.” The boy kneeled on the floor.

“Like this?” Victor indulged his son, mimicking him.

“Yes. And now you pray. Like this, listen.” The four-year-old closed his eyes. “Dear God, thank you for my new family. They are very kind to me, and Victor isn’t as scary as I thought he was. Please make sure Andy comes home soon. She is good, and she is funny, and I miss her. Amen.” He opened his eyes again looking at Victor. “Now you go.”

“Do I have to say it out loud?” Victor frowned.

“Miss Dillon says you don’t, but I think in this case you really want Him to listen.”

Victor didn’t know if he should laugh or cry hearing his son’s answer. Regardless, he closed his eyes and spoke what was in his heart.

“Dear God.” Victor cleared his throat. “Thank you for my family, my beautiful wife, and my special little boy. He is so very smart and kind. My family is more than I could imagine for myself. They are everything to me. Please keep Andrea safe and make sure she comes back unharmed. And if you can, please send news soon. I’m worried.”

Victor opened his eyes to find his son’s, staring at him with anticipation.

“Do you feel better?”

“A little, thank you.” Victor gave his son a weak smile.

He wasn’t lying. He didn’t believe in such things, but the two most important people in his life did, so it had to have some meaning. Even though he still didn’t have a solution for his problems, his heart felt a little lighter, like he had just called an old friend and found some solace in comforting words.

“I drew something for you, when we were at that meeting.” Owen took a folded paper out of his pocket.

Victor unfolded it like it was a precious treasure. And it was. It was a drawing of a tall stick man dressed in black and wearing a tie, a shorter stick woman with golden curls, both holding the hands of an even smaller stick man with red hair. On top, the title MY FAMILY, and every stick figure had a caption saying My Dad, My Mom and Me. Victor held the drawing with shaky hands, his heart heavy with emotion.

“You told me nothing would make you send me away, so you are my forever family, right?” Owen’s eyes were bright and expectant.

“That’s right.” Victor did his best to hide the tears in his throat.

“So you are my father?” Owen confirmed again, and Victor nodded. “Can I call you dad?”

“Only if you want to.”

“Do you think I can call Andy mom?”

A sob escaped from Victor’s lips, disguised with laughter.

“She will love that.” He pulled his son into his arms, not knowing what to do with so much weighing in his heart. She had to be safe, she simply had to. She had a family to return to.

God, please let her be safe.

His phone rang. Victor bolted to the table to check the caller. It was Cooper.

“Yes?”

“My daughter-in-law just contacted me by radio. They found your wife. She’s ok.”

All the tension left Victor’s body, making him deflate like a balloon. He slowly sat on the floor, still holding the phone to his ear, the tears he was holding finally finding an exit.

“I’ll let you take a breather.” Cooper chuckled.

“Thank you.” Victor spoke after a moment. “Thank you so much. When can I see her? Where can I pick her up? I’ll get my jet ready.”

“Hold on those horses, not just yet.” Cooper chuckled again. “It will take her a while to leave Creekwood, the medical staff needs to see her. I’ll call my daughter-in-law to ask if it’s possible to transport her tonight, she will stay with us for the time being. Come pick her up in the morning.”

“Wait, is she hurt? Why does she need to go through the medical staff?”

“It’s standard procedure. As far as my Tracy tells me, she is very well, responsive and moving on her own. Still, she needs to be checked for injuries or dehydration, to see if she’s fit to fly, which she probably will be. Don’t worry, your wife is in safe hands now. I’ll have her call you as soon as she arrives. I doubt you will sleep, anyway.”

“Please, do.” Victor took a deep breath. “Mr Cooper, I will not forget this. Thank you so much.”

“It’s the very least I could do. Just take care of my legacy.”

“You have my word.”

Owen sat anxiously in front of him as he ended the call.

“So?”

“She’s alright!” Victor pulled the boy to his lap, almost suffocating him with a tight hug. “She’s safe. Your mother is safe.”

Victor held on tight to his son, his fingers stroking his curls. He felt so much joy at that moment he felt like he could burst. And he thanked God for his kindness, promising he would repay in kind, starting with the victims of that landslide.

4:42 AM

Victor had no idea why he went to bed, knowing in advance he wouldn’t be able to sleep. It was a matter of habit, he concluded. It was also the place where he could still feel her scent, lingering on her pillow, and that brought him comfort. He leaned against it once more, taking a deep breath, his heart relieved that she was safe, and was being taken care of. He looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand. 4:44 AM. It was taking too long. He needed to hear her voice.

The sound of his phone vibrating was like a shot of adrenaline in his heart, jumping with joy when he looked at the caller ID and saw his wife’s face.

“Andrea?” His voice was needy, expectant.

“I’m alright. I'm at the Cooper’s. I’m not hurt.”

Again, Victor found himself unable to talk, her voice alone enough to make his emotions spill over.

“The part of the factory where I was wasn’t affected, but I couldn’t call you. All the lines were down, and we were trapped. But I didn’t get hurt, I didn’t even get dirty. We just sat patiently and waited for someone to come for us.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “Mr. Cooper told me you were worried sick, sent half the country looking for me.”

“You’re never leaving my side again, do you hear me?” Victor’s voice was still strained with emotion.

“Never again, I promise. I will never leave your side.” Her tone shifted to a lighter one. “I love you, handsome. You’re stuck with me.”

“I will chain you to myself if I need to.” He scolded her. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry, Vic, I really am, I can only imagine what you went through.” She spoke sweetly to him. “How is Owen? Was he too scared?”

“He was a little scared, but he’s fine, he’s sleeping.” Victor smiled, recalling his day. “We really bonded today. We had some issues at school, we’ll talk about it tomorrow, but it showed him he can trust us. He asked me if he could call us Mom and Dad.”

“He called you Dad? Oh my God, Victor, that’s huge!” It was Andrea’s turn to cry.

“Not yet, he will find the right time. But he called us his forever family. And told me I’m not as scary as he thought, just like that ogre.” He made a jokingly flat voice.

“Oh, he told you about that? Oops.” She teased. “I’m glad everything worked out, though. I can’t wait to see you guys again.”

He felt the same. He missed her so much it physically hurt.

“It won’t take long, I promise.” He assured her. “Go get some rest, you had a long day. I’ll come pick you in the morning.”

“As long as you promise me to do the same.”

“I promise. I will see you in my dreams, my light.”

“I’ll meet you there, handsome.”

Victor felt peaceful and happy. Now he could get some rest, knowing she was safe. He leaned against her pillow one last time, taking a little more of her scent. Before he knew it, he was already in the dream realm, holding her in his arms.

10:45 AM

“Are we there yet?” Owen asked excitedly.

“See for yourself.” Victor turned from the wide road to an exit to his right, and soon they could read the sign saying Welcome to Ferriston.

A few miles further and they turned to the Cooper property, a large farm with a beautiful orchard preceding the large mansion.

Victor parked by a lemon tree, and along with his son, walked to the great green door.

“Your friends are all rich…” Owen noted, his eyes wide. “Do you think he also has horses?”

“Not all my friends have money.” Victor cleared his throat, uncomfortable with Owen’s remark. “And yes, I think I saw a stable on the back.”

He pressed on the antique doorbell. Soon enough, an old lady with sweet eyes was there to greet them.

“Hi, you must be Mr. Lee.” She smiled at him, shaking his hand. “My name is Marion Cooper, I’m Jason’s wife. And who might you be, young man?” She looked at Owen.

“My name is Owen.” The boy extended his hand for the lady to shake. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Oh, and so polite.” She squatted to the boy’s height. “Are you here to get your mother?”

“Yes.” Victor fidgeted slightly, eager to meet her. “Where is she?”

“In my husband’s study, waiting for him to sign the contract.” She motioned them to follow her. “They both woke up early to visit the company and the property. It seems not even a landslide can stop your wife. A true force of nature.”

“Stubborn is more accurate.” Victor frowned, although he was beyond proud. Andrea's determination was one of the things he loved the most about her.

Mrs. Cooper opened the doors of the study, revealing Mr. Cooper, sitting on his desk, while his wife was standing in front of him, some papers in her hand. It took Victor all the strength he could muster not to run to her and take her in his arms. Owen apparently didn’t have the same restraint.

“Mom!” He threw himself to his wife, his little arms wrapping tightly around her waist. “We were so worried about you!”

“Hey!” She looked at Victor with tears in her eyes. “I know you were, little bug, I’m so sorry.” She caressed their child's curls lovingly. “I am ok, see?” She pulled back, smiling widely at him. “All in one piece.”

“You must be Owen.” Mr. Cooper greeted the boy. “Hey, would you like to see my horses, maybe give your parents a moment alone? We have a foal that was born just a month ago.”

Owen looked expectantly and Victor, who nodded approvingly.

“I would love to! What’s his name?” Owen jumped with excitement.

“It’s a female, her name is Sunflower. She’s golden as wheat.” Mr. Cooper turned to Victor. “We will be outside, come meet us after.”

“Thank you so much.” Victor’s throat was so burdened with emotion his voice was barely audible.

“I’m just glad everything ended well.” The old man smiled before closing the door.

The click of the lock brought Victor from his trance, and he pulled his wife to him in a tight hug. He didn’t need to say any words; he didn’t need to explain his feelings, neither did she. The warmth in their bodies and the urgency in their hands were speaking for them, whispering I was worried, I would die should anything happen to you, I’m never letting you out of my sight . Their lips met to start a new dialogue, saying I love you, you are the light of my life, I’m so grateful for you .

It was only after a long moment that he heard his favorite voice again.

“Victor... Aren’t you going to let me go?” She looked up at him.

Victor’s embrace tightened as his lips rested on her temple.

“No.” He whispered. “Never again.”

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whumptober 2020 ------ day 30. wound reveal

@whumptober2020 Rebelcaptain Hunger Games AU: Cassian is Jyn’s mentor in the 70th Hunger Games. After being crowned victor at fifteen years old, Cassian is all-too-familiar with what it takes to bring a tribute home, and what becoming a victor really means.

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“And remember, Jyn: one fighter with a sharp stick and nothing to lose…”

“Can take the day,” Jyn finishes reciting faithfully.

Saw looks at her with pride, before lowering his voice. “It is my hope you’ll have more than a sharp stick in the Arena. Your mentor will be whom you rely on to improve your odds; impress him and he can get you what you need to survive. I’ve taught you plenty—but how far you get won’t be based on your fighting skills alone.”

Jyn frowns; he can only be talking about Cassian Andor. “He hasn’t brought back any of his tributes. How can I trust him to help me?”

Saw lowers his voice even further. “You can’t. He’s been in the eyes of the Capitol for too long. But he’s your only hope in the Arena. Therefore, your only hope to get out.”

Saw’s words rattle around in her head as Jyn lies in her bunk. The way the train car gently sways on its tracks as it speeds its way towards the Capitol could almost be soothing, except for the fact that they’re hurtling their way to near-certain death.

…no, she can’t think like that. She tells herself it’s only a reflexive fear, borne of the circumstances that she’s been forced into of all the sheer, rotten luck in Panem. If only she hadn’t gotten reaped, she and Saw would have been able to complete their mission, then abscond out of District 5 as planned. She could have been seeing her mother again in a week’s time. If only…

Well, no use in dwelling on it now. She turns onto her side facing the bulkhead, determined to get some shut-eye before the morning brings with it the next day.

And with the next day will come the next time she sees Cassian. What transpired a few hours ago comes to mind unbidden—she had thought herself clever for kissing him to quiet his words (was he really so foolish to not think about the train being bugged?), but after he spotted the Peacekeeper approaching he reacted in kind. Taking her into his arms in a false display of intimacy like that. And it worked; the Peacekeeper quickly left them alone.

But then there was that kiss before they bid each other goodnight. He didn’t have to kiss her then, did he?

Jyn forces herself to stop thinking so she can go to sleep.

The morning of their first full day in the Capitol has Jyn waking up to three sharp knocks on her door.

“Jyn Erso. Breakfast is in the dining room.” That Capitol accent can only belong to Davits Draven, their escort. “I’d advise you to eat before you have your meeting with your stylist.”

The stylist. Kay. She had met them and the other stylist for Joule last night when they were prepared for the Opening Ceremony. But she already knew who they were in the way that most people in the districts, from the Games’ mandatory viewing, were familiar with the faces of stylists and mentors and victors and commentators amidst the ever-changing pool of tributes. Kay’s surgical augmentations were distinctive compared to the Capitol trends that ranged between somewhat natural and grotesque; his body was covered with a matte chrome synth skin, save for his face and hands which were kept as—presumably—his own pale skin tone. His eyes shone with a luminescence in the viewing stands that she could see from the chariot as the horses pulled to a stop around the City Circle during last night’s Opening Ceremony.

Jyn gets out of bed, selects a normal-looking outfit from the closet, and joins the rest of the party in the dining room. Joule is talking to Cassian, probably for the first time since he went catatonic at the reaping. But at the sound of the glass doors sliding open, their attention is turned to her.

“Good morning Jyn,” Cassian says, his tone perfectly placid. “Care for some breakfast?”

She sits there and eats quietly while the conversation flows around her. Compared to the intensity that radiated off of him last night, his conversation with Joule gives off the feeling of being polite yet distant; she vaguely wonders if he wrote off her district partner as she already has.

At the conclusion of their breakfast and after Draven comes to collect Joule first for the meeting with his stylist, Cassian crosses over to her side of the table and sits down next to her. “He’s pleasant enough,” he says about Joule, “but I’m not convinced he has a chance to make it out of the bloodbath if he freezes up like that again.” He gives her a wry look. “I trust that I don’t have to worry about that with you?”

Jyn knows he’s thinking about the way she slammed the cabin door shut on the train and then tried to fight her way through a squadron of Peacekeepers; she recalls the memory with a grin. “Trust goes both ways, right? I’ll show you what I’ve got in the Training Center.”

Draven brings the three of them down to the level that houses the enormous gymnasium they’re to train in for the next three days and leaves them there. Joule seems at a loss for what to do but Cassian offers to point out some of the more useful, rudimentary survival skill stations, so Jyn decides to take her own tour around the periphery.

There’s the weapon stations, of course: swords, spears, knife-throwing and the like. Then there’s the skill stations, like knot tying and snares and camouflage. Then she sees there are trainers available for hand-to-hand combat.

Her hands have been itching to come to blows with someone since that Peacekeeper held a gun to her head and Draven informed her, in his gratingly crisp Capitol accent, that there was no escaping the fate decided for her the moment her name was drawn in the reaping. She decided right then and there she was going to change it in her favor.

So she goes to the combat station and easily spars with a Capitol attendant there. It’s just like sparring with Uncle Saw, so with a few words and a jerk of her head she has the other trainers that were supposed to be available for other tributes join in; first, as two against her, and then she takes on all three. The sparring match finally ends when she’s knocked to the ground and a foot is planted firmly on her chest, but the grin the trainer’s giving her doesn’t seem mean-spirited as they help her back up. It’s only while she takes a moment to fix her bun and catch her breath that she sees what an audience she’s gathered, including attention from the Gamemakers, and that’s when the lunch session is called.

Disappointingly, Cassian is nowhere to be seen when she quickly scans the people who had been watching her. But she does accept the invitation from the Career pack to sit at their table for lunch.

Jyn doesn’t see Cassian again until that evening after Draven comes to collect them back up to their floor in the Tower. He’s sitting in the dining room with Kay, in different clothes than she saw him in that morning. Not that she noticed.

“I heard you impressed quite a few people in training today,” Cassian says as they eat their dinner. “How was she, Joule?”

Joule has gone quiet again. He fleetingly makes eye contact between her and Cassian before he nods his head, once.

Jyn decides to save them from the awkward pause that’ll follow. “If you stuck around, perhaps you would’ve seen it.”

A look of surprise crosses his face before Cassian lets out a short laugh. “I would’ve loved to see you sweep three trainers, but I’ll have to wait and see you in the Games. It’s up to you if you want to team up with the Careers or not but you’ve certainly got their attention, both as a potential ally and an enemy; take care to remember that. I want the both of you to check out all the weapons stations to get an idea of what will be available in the Arena but make sure you spend enough time learning survival skills. And Joule…”

The stricken sixteen-year-old boy looks up.

Cassian softens his tone. “I’m doing my best to secure sponsors for both of you. It’ll pay off in the Arena but I need you to survive for that to happen, so make the best of the next two training days and then we’ll go over final interview strategy with Draven. Alright?”

Surely he must know that Joule doesn’t stand a chance, Jyn thinks. But there’s something in the set of his shoulders, giving her the impression that he’s giving himself a pep talk as much as he is to them.

The evening following their private sessions with the Gamemakers is when the tributes’ evaluation scores are released. For the gamblers the scores dictated the odds to bet on in macabre betting pools; for the tributes, each score was a sign of who’s a threat and who can be ignored or—for the Careers—who will be easy pickings. When Jyn’s picture is shown on the screen followed by a 11, the others congratulate her and she smiles her thanks as she thinks about Saw. Is he watching her on national broadcast? He has to be, if he’s still in District 5. Would he feel proud of her so far?

But then she has an upsetting thought: what if he’s already left the district? What if he was able to complete the mission without her and he’s already gone off to the rendezvous? What if he’s already written her off as good as dead?

She can’t afford to think about that. After dinner she goes to the roof, wanting to get some air and privacy without locking herself up in her room. This will be the only time she’ll let herself cry, and then it’s game on. Tomorrow is the last day before the Games begin, and she’ll be spending the entirety of it with Draven and Cassian.

She finds a bench to sit down on, draws her knees up to her chest and hugs her face to her thighs. It takes a moment for the tears to come, as unused to crying as she is, but she lets out the sobs and sniffles as much as she’s able to without letting herself dwelling too much on her doubts.

When someone sits down next to her she somehow already knows it’s Cassian. He lightly touches her shoulder as if to ask permission, and when she finally peeks at him from the shelter of her arms he scoots a little closer and carefully wraps a comforting arm around her back.

They stay like that for a while until Jyn’s sure the tears have dried up. Then she asks, “Why’d you follow me up here?”

“I’m your mentor. You’re my tribute,” he says with amusement, as if the answer should’ve been obvious. “But… I wanted make sure you’re alright. You’ve held up strong so far, Jyn. I know you’re committed to winning this thing.”

“I am, it’s just…” Jyn bites her lip. “I can’t help being nervous.”

“Nobody can.”

“I keep thinking about the worst.”

“…Do you want help getting your mind off of it?”

Jyn can’t help how her lips quirk up at that. “Why, are you offering?”

Cassian doesn’t hesitate. “Whatever you need. I said it on the first night; I want to help you in any way possible.”

She knows there’s suggestive intent in his words. But the way that he says it expresses a pure, earnest wish to help.

So, she doesn’t feel bad when she leans in to kiss him.

She can’t help but think about that last kiss and the make-out session that followed each time a silver parachute comes to her in the Arena. She’s received ten so far; in the past Games Jyn’s watched, it’s the Careers who receive the most gifts from sponsors eager to help their favored tributes win. While there were some morally repugnant people in the districts who were betting on the same tributes, ultimately only those in the Capitol could impact the odds; nobody in the districts had that much spare money to frittle away gambling on the deaths of children.

As the Games continued on, the price of sending gifts and aid increased. Even in the Capitol there was a hierarchy to sponsorship, with only the wealthiest sponsors holding sway in the endgame. The Games commentators often interviewed those uber philanthropists on the public broadcast of the Games and so Jyn even knew some of their names: Laertes Crake, Cygnus Vondel, Trimalchio Plena. Having made it this far, she wonders if any of the boons she’s received were sponsored by any of them.

It’s nighttime in the Arena. Jyn rests in the shadows of a ruined entryway, taking care to remain concealed. An unnaturally full moon illuminates the ruins of the game field; the Gamemakers made it so that each night alternated between bright moonlight and the darkness of a new moon. With each night, instead of resting, the tributes found themselves playing a deadly game of moving shadows and evasion and hunts in the dark.

Jyn wouldn’t have gotten this far in the Games without Cassian’s help; he had sent her heat vision goggles early on. The gift enabled her to evade the other tributes until more death cannons were fired, and when it came time to go on the offensive she had a frightening advantage.

But that boy from the Career pack must have gotten his hands on a pair too, because how else could he have known she was going to ambush them? He’d cut her with his blade, poisoning her with a paralytic, and she had genuinely believed she was going to die that very night. But true to her mentor’s word, the sight of a silver parachute some hours into the darkness of a new moon cut through her panic; inside was a sweet syrup that faded away the worsening stiffness in her body and left her feeling rejuvenated. She was able to get some good, actual rest for once that night.

This night hopefully she will, too. Tomorrow will be the day she has to attack the alliance stronghold, otherwise the Gamemakers might decide to set muttations on them or create some other disaster to force them into action. As she starts to doze she thinks about him. Cassian.

Going into the Games she knew she had an advantage not even the Career tributes could fathom, by virtue of being secretly trained in insurgent and resistance tactics by her uncle. But she had also known that what Saw said in their last words to each other was right: she wouldn’t make it far without help from her mentor. She would make it past the bloodbath and survive maybe a few days, but when the real challenges began she’d get killed by something or other, and there’d go any chance of her making it back to District 5 to complete the mission and get away with Saw.

While Jyn knew she must have earned some sponsors with her score from the Gamemakers’ evaluations, Cassian was ultimately the one in charge of handling them and dispensing gifts to her in the Arena. He might even have marshalled for her cause when she was in dire straits, such as when she got poisoned by that blade. Back in the Capitol he must be doing a lot for her and she can’t even begin to grasp what all of that could possibly entail; she owed him more than she could put words to.

And better still yet, after each night and day of fighting to stay alive, it felt nice and reassuring to be cared for. To know that somewhere beyond the Arena there was somebody from back home who was doing everything they could to help you. Because they believed in you. If she died in the ensuing struggle tomorrow she could at least die knowing that.

But if… when she wins, it wouldn’t be a lie to say she’s looking forward to seeing him again. To thank him. To let him know he sustained her both physically and emotionally throughout the Games. That just thinking of their last kiss on the rooftop did something to help to temper her fears, soothe her nerves after the stress of each day, and feel more ready to face the world about to kill her.

She thinks about these things, tucks them into the warm recesses of her heart. She might be facing certain death tomorrow but she won’t let his help be in vain.

And then disaster strikes with the earthquake.

Time is moving too erratically for Jyn to keep up.

It had seemed immeasurably long when the earth and the Arena shook beneath her feet, sifting the crumbling ruins to dust and debris on top and around her. It was a miracle that she was still alive, that the collapse of ruins she was by had pinned her leg to the ground beneath two walls that fell to support each other. Her heart beat in absolute terror, loudly and wildly out of her chest, as she waited for the dust to settle and for any possible aftershocks to finally strike her dead.

But time sped up once more once she had freed herself and made it to the general location that the alliance hideout formerly was. One moment she was emerging from her almost-tomb and in the next moment she’s leaning against the remains of a doorway to catch her breath, hardly knowing how many tributes she could take on or how many even survived.

When that dust-covered hand grabbed her ankle she had fallen in slow motion; after the eternity of one long second she was on her back, coughing as the wind was knocked out of her. Then it took several minutes to dig out her last foe—slitting her throat had only taken a second—and longer minutes still for her to bleed out and die.

Then a hovercraft whisks her away from the Arena faster than she could blink. But when it touches down and she disembarks in a stumble, the first person she sees is Cassian.

He looked as beautiful as anyone Jyn had ever known; time slows down in the beat of two seconds but she doesn’t even make it into his arms before she feels a prick and her vision suddenly tunnels out. But she still saw him, and when she sees him still in the strange, continual twilight the sedatives keep her under she’s comforted.

He’s there when she wakes up.

It takes a while for the disorientation to wear off, but when it does she realizes that the warmth in her left hand is his hand holding hers, gently. Her vision’s still blurry but she doesn’t need to wait for it to clear to know that it’s Cassian sitting next to her, just like she knew it was him that night on the roof. Aside from his genuine smile he looks so flawlessly styled—manufactured—as all things were in the Capitol. She had liked the scruff on his jawline and the stubble heading down his throat from when they had boarded the train, but after they arrived Kay had personally made sure Cassian’s facial hair was meticulously groomed. Not a hair where it needn’t be.

She wonders how long it will take to grow back once they’re back in District 5. Back home in District 5…

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“How long have I been out for?”

“Five days. The poison that Career used to paralyze you came from a muttation; they had to detoxify your blood and run a lot of tests to make sure that it was all gone. Now, how are you feeling?”

Jyn tries to answer, but the way Cassian is looking at her makes her feel a little floaty, a little warm; like maybe the sedatives haven’t fully worn off yet. But she does manage to say, “I’m feeling okay. Thank you. Really. For taking care of me in there.”

Cassian’s gaze softens to something less intense, but still profound. He looked at her the same way after their make-out session on the rooftop, so she isn’t surprised when he leans in to kiss her.

He has to prop one arm on the other side of the bed to steady himself as their lips meet. It’s soft, chaste; they meet again, and again, and then he leans in close to her ear.

“Do you remember our first kiss on the train?”

Of course she does. “I do; why?”

“Can you pretend like that for me again? Once we’re out of here?”

It’s said like a flirt, but his words snap Jyn back to full awareness of their situation: she has just won the 70th Hunger Games. She had been resting and unconscious for the past few days but once she’s discharged Kay and the prep team are going to prepare her for the Closing Ceremony. To be paraded in front of the Capitol on Panem’s national broadcast as the newest victor, with her stylist, prep team, escort, and mentor. And then she will be crowned by President Snow.

Her mind flits over all of their conversations. Are they in trouble? They had talked about treasonous things, but that was under the sound of a thousand tinkling wind chimes; she’s sure that Cassian wouldn’t have brought her there for a private talk to be eavesdropped on.

Or by ‘pretend’, does he mean how they faked a passionate moment to deflect suspicion?

That must be it; she can read in his face the plea for her to understand. With him this close to her, she notices there’s a tension to his body that belies the playfulness of his words.

Jyn nods before reaching to pull him closer to her and kiss him again. For now she wants to ease his worry; Cassian will tell her in due time, and then they can face it together. After the last two weeks Jyn is confident they can.

#whumptober2020 #no.30 #wound reveal #rogue one #the hunger games #fic #sacchi writes #cassian andor #jyn erso #rebelcaptain #we finally got here lads #no warnings except if you've been keeping up with this story expect a boatload of dramatic irony angst #word count: 3.6k

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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200 Brooklyn 99 Prompts

Rosa

1 “Talk to him, that's what friends do.” “Nope. I'm gonna wait 'til I'm on my deathbed, get in the last word and then die immediately.” “That's your plan for dealing with this?” “That's my plan for dealing with everything. I have seventy-seven arguments I'm going to win that way.”

2 “I'm already seeing somebody, NAME.” “Oh, and just like that, things got interesting.” “And just like that, I left.”

3 “NAME is even wearing his/her formal leather jacket.” “It's the one without any blood on it.”

4 “Right, that's the guy/girl you said the lame stuff about. Like he’s/she's a good listener.” “Sorry, what do you look for in a guy/girl?” “Real stuff, like the shape of his/her ass.”

5 “Sorry I'm late. I had to go back to the deli and return my Everything Bagel. In what world does everything not include beef jerky?” “All of them.”

6 “He/She also likes to look up recipes online and go, "Who's got the time?"

7 “Thank you, NAME. Your entire life is garbage.”

8 “NAME , tell us about your family.” “I have one.”

9 “Anyone over the age of six celebrating a birthday should go to hell.”

10 “I am dating his/her nephew/niece. Now we are hanging out on weekends. What is next? Oh! Small talk.”

11 “Wait, is that a smile I see?” “Possibly. My immune system is too weak to fight off my smile muscles.”

12 “Whoa, what happened? You know what, forget it. I'll just read NAME’s notes.”

13 “NAME? Are you stuck in there?” “No, I'm in here by choice.” “Oh, 'cause I hear some banging noises as if someone was struggling to open the door.” “No. That was the pipes.” “Or, is it the sound of you learning how to ask for help? You know, you can't spell ‘independent’ without ‘dependent.’” “And you can't spell ‘Go [bleep] yourself’ without ‘[bleep] you.’”

14 “I've said "excuse me" more times this morning than I have in my entire life. Twice!”

15 “Oh, nothing better after a long shift than coming to BAR NAME. It's like Cheers, where everybody knows your name.” “A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You're describing hell.”

16 “So, what is this? Casual, serious? I need to know how to make fun of you.”

17 “NAME and I broke up. He/She ate soup too much.” “What, like every day?” “It happened twice.”

18 “So, what are you drinking?” “I'll have a margarita. But, like, a skinny margarita. So, like, tequila, lime, and a tiny splash of agave.” “Mm. I refuse to order that.”

19 “What are you looking all wistful about?” “Just thinking, about relationships and love, and how I'm way better at them than I thought I'd be. Should I do a TED Talk on it?” “Doesn't seem any dumber than all the other TED Talks.”

20 “Why didn't you tell me? I had no idea things were getting that serious.” “Yeah, it's very embarrassing having feelings.”

21 “So are you bringing someone to the wedding?” “No, I'm taking a break from dating for a while.” “What?” “I'm sick of asking people how many siblings they have. Oh, is it somewhere between zero and two? How fascinating.”

22 “I grew a goatee and it looks amazing, and I know you can see it.” “Of course we can see it, NAME. It's horrible.”

23 “It feels like you're being a little harsh.” “Thanks, good note. I was going for extremely harsh. I'll turn it up.”

24 “Are your senses heightened?” “I think I might be pregnant, not bitten by a radioactive spider.”

25 “You're what sneezes are!”

26 “Seriously, you guys should stand up once in a while. You know, for your hearts.”

27 “NAME, this is dumb. I'm just gonna go.” “No, no, no. You promised me more time. I still have seven minutes.” “I really don't want to miss my flight, and I cannot physically stand the way that room smells anymore.” “Just breathe through your mouth.”

28 “You know, some people say, ‘Mo money, mo problems,’ but those people are idiots. Money's amazing.”

29 “Dude, just admit you ruined everything and turned our lives into a living hell. No biggie.”

30 “We don't want anyone getting alcohol poisoning, so if you throw up, you're disqualified.” “I never throw up. I just tell my stomach to deal with it. My body is terrified of me.”

Jake

31 “I also have a hairline fracture in my thumb. Mankind's least important finger, am I right?”

32 “I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood's supposed to be.”

33 “How much could I possibly owe you? Fifty, sixty bucks?” “Two thousand, four hundred and thirty seven dollars.” “Dollars?! Wait, of course dollars. Why was that the part I was surprised by?”

34 “So, I'm going to grab a healthy breakfast.” “Are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up?” “Breakfast burrito, but yeah.” “I pity your dentist.” “Joke's on you. I don't have a dentist.”

35 “I'm talking to my credit card company. I tried to get an online subscription to the New Yorker and they declined me. Apparently, based on my previous purchases, they assumed it was fraud. That's crazy. I'm fancy. One time I had coffee-flavored ice cream.”

36 “Rules are made to be broken.” “They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.” “Uh, piñatas.” “Glow sticks.” “Karate boards.” “Spaghetti when you have a small pot.” “Rules.”

37 “Hey, can I ask you something?” “Mm-hmm.” “If the toilets drain into the ocean, does that mean a tiny shark could swim up and bite me in the butt?” “No, not at all.” “Psh, lame.”

38 “NAME, super important question. Which one of these shirts should I wear to dinner with your dad/mom tonight?” “Those are exactly the same.” “I have a signature look, NAME.”

39 “Hello, good sir, I'd like your finest bottle of wine, please.” “That will be $1,600.” “Great, I'd like your $8-est bottle of wine, please.”

40 “I am straight-up depressed. NAME’s been doing her best to cheer me up. He/She gave me this sticker this morning just for waking up.” “Ew, it's like you're dating your teacher.” “I know, it's so hot.”

41 “Wait. Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face. Someone died. No! You won a prize. I'm not getting better at this.”

42 “What is the bandwidth on the wifi here? We have much content to stream.”

43 “Oh, you sweaty, chair-spinning morons. You're gonna get us out of here.”

44 “Sir, I think I speak for all of us when —“ “He/She doesn't.” “He/She doesn't.”

45 “So, your brother/sister's a bit of a nightmare.” “I wouldn't say that. I mean, at most, he’s/she's a daymare.” “Those are so much scarier.” “Yeah.”

46 “Look, NAME, I burnt two hundred calories.” “That's your heart rate.” “Yeah, that checks out.”

47 “I don't slump, people. I opposite of slump. I pmuls. That's slump backwards and it's what I do. I pmuls all over this bitch.”

48 “Excuse me. We were just looking for a place to —“ “Boink.” “Yes, boink. That's my preferred term for it, too.”

49 “Thank you for doing this. I love you.” “Noice. Smort. I love you too.”

50 “Adult parties? I believe they're called orgies.”

51 “I have a sexy voice!

Champagne.

Mountain range.

Hugs.”

52 “Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?” “Yes.”

53 “NAME, you're smiling. It's very weird. Like seeing a turtle out of its shell.”

54 “You look happy. Let me guess. Your egg sandwich fell on the floor, and they gave it to you for free.” “No. Can you do that? Why doesn't everyone just drop their sandwiches on the floor?” “I was trying to insult you.” “And instead you gave me an amazing life hack!”

55 “So, we gonna talk about what happened back there? I haven't seen someone cry that much since NAME heard they were remaking ‘First Wives Club.’”

56 “Hey, there, NAME. Everything okay?” “No, I'm having a meltdown.” “Props. That was amazing.” “Thanks. It was a lot of work.”

57 “Almost makes me wanna take things seriously all the time. But then I'm like ‘boobs, farts, boobs, whatever’.”

58 “Ahh, babe, this is so nice. There are hot stones on our butts for no reason.” “Not on mine. My butt stones keep falling off, because I'm so tense about NAME being here and ruining everything.”

59 “Okay, don't shoot! That's how people get shot.”

60 “Rule number 3: Let's not have sex right away.” “Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. No doubt, no doubt, no doubt. Good rule. No sex. Good rule.”

Charles

61 “Okay, but I thought since you were in charge, maybe I could be your right hand man? Your Tinker Bell?” “Tinker Bell?” “Let me tell you something about Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell is a loyal lieutenant and a real thorn in the side of Captain Hook.”

62 “NAME, why don't you show Danger what a fax machine is.” “Okay. Imagine a letter had unprotected sex with a phone.”

63 “Hey, NAME, are you ready to go streaking?” “What?” “That's what my dad/mom and I called getting blonde streaks in your hair. We used to do it to our ponytails on road trips. You just take a little lemon up top, and let the sun do the rest. We called it giving each other road head.” “You just said you called it going streaking.” “It had a couple names.”

64 “So we have good news, and we have bad news.” “My Nana always said, ‘Bad news first because the good news is probably a lie.’ Fun fact: she made me cry a lot.”

65 “What about me? What if something happens to NAME, and he never gets to meet my baby? I don't want to hang out with some stupid baby who's never met NAME.”

66 “Oh, you're right. I'm gonna tell him/her. It might not be today. It might not be tomorrow. It definitely won't be later than tomorrow. So pretty much today or tomorrow then.”

67 “No! I was eavesdropping. I'm always eavesdropping.” “I don't like it.” “Look, I didn't spend the last seven years watching your love ripen, only to have it sullied by a city hall wedding. You're getting married right here, right now.”

68 “I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like him/her a little bit.” “You doodled your wedding invitation.” “No, that's our joint tombstone.” “My mistake.”

69 “How many times have I smacked you in your face?” “Lost count.” “And you still have no fear of me.” “I'm trying to read your womb vibe.” “Exactly. Knock it off.”

70 “Okay, first of all, NAME, you look amazing. Secondly, I made an appointment at the salon with Nikki, for you, under the name Gabriella Fuentes de San Miguel Estrada. I had fun with the name.” “Clearly.”

71 “He’s/She's got a type, which is really any one but you.” “Yeah, that was my ex-husband/ex-wife's type, too.”

72 “Sexy train is leaving the station. Check out this caboose. Later, sluts.”

73 “I can't wait to see you, my luscious little breakfast quiche. I just want to draw you a bubble bath and spoon-feed you caviar. I think we should open up a joint checking account. I love you. [pause] What am I doing?” “It's okay. I hung up right after ‘Chucklebunny’.” “Help me. I've gone Full NAME.”

74 “Do you desire a crispen potato?” “Oh, don't mind if I do-ble. Wait a minute. Crispen potato. Why are you fancy talking.” “How dare you, sir/madam. I speak the common tongue.” “There it is again. You only do that when you're lying or hiding something.” “Hiding? Ha. Pish-posh.”

75 “Hey, donut holes. Don't mind if I do. Eurgh! Fish? Fish donuts, NAME? What is wrong with you?” “It's takoyaki. I'm drowning my sorrows in octopus balls.”

76 “Put on a T-shirt for all I care. It doesn't matter what you wear.” “Of course it matters. He has to wear the smaller checks. Big checks wash him out. Where are you, NAME?”

77 “Ooh, if they have your phone, we can track where they're going. I have ‘Find My Phone’ set up to track you. What? I do that for all my friends, not just you.” “Show me.” “There's no time!”

78 “You okay?” “Yeah, no burns. The doctor said I was lucky my body was so damp.”

79 “You guys have been down here for two hours. What, did you have sex forty times?”

80 “What? You don't need closet space. You have, like, one outfit.”

81 “You just graduated pie school, bitches. [pause] Sorry I said bitches, I'm just really worked up.”

82 “So, I know you're NAME’s best friend, and —“ “Did he/she say that? Did you get that on tape?” “No.” “No, he/she didn't say that or no, you didn't get it on tape? Doesn't matter. Either way, you screwed up big time.”

83 “What you did is the culinary equivalent of unprotected sex.”

84 “That's right. Boom. Just kicked Santa in the testicles.”

85 “No, there's no one in my life. [wink] Sort of a sad thing to wink about, I realize now.”

86 “NAME! Were you dreaming about NAME again?” “Why did you wake me up?! I told you never to wake me up!”

87 “You used all the touching time, NAME. I get 100% of the goodbye touching time. 100%.”

88 “Do you wanna know why he/she went out with him/her and not you?” “Yeah.” “Because he/she actually asked him/her out.”

89 “NAME, will you taste this batter?” “Mm-hmm. Hmm. I think it's a little off.” “You know what's off? Your mouth! Why NAME lets your stupid tongue anywhere near him/her I'll never know. Nope, I forgot the sugar. That's on me.”

90 “There's no need for NAME to see me unleash the beast.”

Captain Holt

91 “Look at you. Always working. What happened to my fun big/little brother/sister?” “Fun? I was never fun. You take that back.”

92 “It's the most fun day of the year. Something you wouldn't understand because you're not programmed to feel joy.” “Yes, but my software is due for an exuberance upgrade.”

93 “Sticks and stones, NAME.” “Describing your breakfast?”

94 “NAME, how are you feeling?” “Better today. I even managed to eat some plain toast this morning.” “Smart. Something bland.” “That's my favorite breakfast.”

95 “Joining us for lunch, Sir?” “Oh, no, I've already consumed the required calories for this day period.” “Yummy.”

96 “You all right, NAME? Tough weekend?” “I went to Barbados with my husband/wife. We wove hats out of palm fronds and swam with the stingrays. I've never been happier.”

97 “Maybe I should wing it. Love, it sustains you. It's like oatmeal.” “Okay. Okay. Not bad for winging it.” “I lied. Took me two hours to write that.”

98 “I do not have a problem. If I want to play Kwazy Cupcakes, I will play Kwazy Cupcakes. Kwazy is a difficult word to say in anger, but I think I've made my feelings clear.”

99 “This place is so romantic.” “Yeah, and so intimate.” “Don't worry. I'm not listening to you. I'm just thinking about how this sea bass is cold but not as cold and cruel as the hands of fate that have thrust my entire life into darkness.” “Ah, damn it. I just ordered the sea bass.”

100 “Yeah, and your new shirt is very aggressive and confusing. Is the pineapple the slut, or is it calling someone else a slut?” “Clearly the pineapple is the slut.” “Huh.”

101 “Oh, I've caused a problem. I think I am getting a text message. Bloop. Ah, there it is.”

102 “So nice of you to greet us, NAME. I thought surely you'd still be crushed under that house in Munchkinland.”

103 “So, do you NAME --“ “Yes.” “And do you --“ “Yes. Yes. We do. We're married.”

104 “I mean, don't people call you NAME?” “How dare you.”

105 “So you lied to me? Out of pity. You pity me.” “I wouldn't put it that way.” “I would. I am offended. I am angry. I am very tired. So I'm gonna take a nap, but when I wake up, oh, you are in for it.”

106 “Look at that. You've helped me find my smile.”

107 “Huh. Meat from the street. Sounds like a fun treat. Hah. I'm a poet and ... I didn't even know I was rhyming those words. But it happened anyway.”

108 “Oh, look at that. An alert. I'm probably trending already. What? My account has been deactivated?” “Twitter thinks you're a bot.” “Why? I am a human. I am a human male/female.”

109 “Care to sit? I'm sure you'd like to take some weight off your cloven hooves.” “Call me the devil, NAME? How original.” “Actually, I was calling you a goat. You goat.”

110 “NAME! I'm coming with you.” “Thank you, NAME.” “I'm also coming.” “Not necessary.”

111 “Spot checks are done. Needless to say I'm thoroughly underwhelmed.” “Huh. From your expression, I would have guessed constipated. Or chilly.”

112 “NAME, you have a pretty low bar for what you consider drama. Once, I used an exclamation point in a email. You called me Diana Ross.” “I assure you, in this case, I do not exaggerate.”

113 “I know they say it's not good to have a TV in the bedroom. Which is why I don't.”

114 “NAME, did you just laugh?” “Uproariously.”

115 “You know when you play along with the robot jokes, it kinda ruins my enjoyment of them?” “Yes, I know.”

116 “And what do you hope to get out of this, NAME? Let me guess revenge on Dorothy for killing your sister?”

117 “It was a good game though for a dumbass.” Okay, you're kinda overusing that one. Maybe switch it up a little bit.” “Oh, good note. You dick.” “That landed good.”

118 “Dancing over. Situation defused.” “No!”

119 “All right, NAME, I'm sick of you wasting time. So, yes, I spilled some minestrone on my pants and I'm sitting in my underwear. Happy?”

120 “You found me. Drinking seltzer in the shadows.”

Gina

121 “It's a sloppy Jessica. Mac n cheese, chili, pizza on a bun. Its everything I've wanted to eat for the last 48 hours.” “What happened? I thought you were gonna 'last forever bitches.'” “Turns out I gave up easy. You hear that bitches? I gave up so easy.”

122 “If NAME had a twin, he/she would have eaten him/her in the womb.”

123 “Wait a minute, I think I just figured something out. I got to go.” “Aren't you forgetting something?” [person a gives Person b a kiss on the forehead] “Uh no, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?”

124 “The English language can not fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts. So I'm incorporating Emoji into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.”

125 “All right, gang. Diet day 4. How's everyone holding up?” “Honestly, I'm going to last forever. You hear that bitches? I'm gonna last forever.”

126 “If I die, turn my tweets into a book!”

127 “The only reason I didn't tell you is I don't value you as people, so why be honest?”

128 “Breakups are a cartoony thumbs down. They make people feel face-with-Xs-for-the-eyes.”

129 “I'm sorry. I just don't think this is something you're good at.” “What? The only thing I'm not good at is modesty, because I'm great at it.”

130 “Click. I just captured the exact moment you realized you had failed. I guess we all got something out of this.”

131 “It's so addictive, right? I play so much that when I close my eyes at night, I just see cupcakes instead of my normal dizzying array of flashing lights.”

132 “Forget your ex with meaningless sex. It rhymes because it's true.”

133 “NAME. NAME. NAME, I screwed up, big time.” “NAME, given your daily life experiences, you're gonna have to be more specific.”

134 “So, talk to me, goose. How are we looking?” “Sexy, but not like we're trying too hard. Like, sure, we're trying, but it's almost effortless.”

135 “Give me the ring.” “You sound like Gollum.” “That means nothing to me. I don't see those movies, I'm too pretty.”

136 “Oh no, six drink NAME isn't fun. He’s/She's just sad. Damn it!”

137 “I never have second thoughts. That's the luxury of having great first thoughts.”

138 “Ugh, constantly getting NAME’s approval is the worst.” “Yes. I can only imagine.”

139 “You think you can just bully people, but you can't. It's not okay. I'm the bully around here. Ask anyone.”

140 “This just might work out after all.” “You're damn right it will, 'cause we're a ragtag, scrappity, fart-dumb, moron parade, smart-ass team!”

141 “Okay, NAME, stop freaking out. I have the day off. I can step in and help.” “Yeah, me too. I'm not off, but I come and go as I please. It's part of my charm. I'm like an outdoor cat.”

142 “Gina, please keep an eye on NAME today. He's/She’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself/herself punched.” “Sure, I'd love to see NAME get punched.” “Try again.” “I will stop NAME from getting punched.” “Correct.”

143 “Oh, I want him/her out. But I'm too scared to tell him/her. “ “All right, listen. I know that your spirit animal is a caterpillar that's been stepped on —“ “Mm-hmm.”

144 “What are you creeps doing? You made me look away from my phone. You better pray I didn't miss a text.” “In the two seconds you looked away?” “Seventeen texts. All of them important.”

145 “What is my favorite soup?” “Chicken noodle.” “Potato leek.” “Corn frickin' noodle. I mean, chowder, damn it.” “You're all wrong. I've never had soup.” “Don't bother. They all suck.”

146 “Okay, so that plumber was useless. But we are two smart and capable people who can definitely figure out how to fix a toilet.” “Of course we can. The internet will tell us what to do. She always does.”

147 “It's crazy how much he/she flirts with me.”

148 “Good morning.” “For whom?” “For you-m.”

149 “So he/she didn't say what happened, which can only mean one thing.” “He's/She’s in a fight club.”

150 “What's up? How can I help?” “Well, when I was a kid, I invented a magnetic flashlight clip so I could read under the covers. This clip and I went all around the world together the Shire, Sweet Valley High, Terabithia.” “But never to a friend's house, huh?” “Uncalled for.”

Amy

151 “That stuff with us is in the past. We talked about that.” “I know, but that was before you saw me in this dope ass tux. I mean you must be freaking out.” “Oh, I really am. I'm really into rented clothes. I love how many butts have been in them.”

152 “You know, we're birds of a feather, you and I.” “I hate cliches.” “Cliches are the worst.”

153 “And now I don't know what to do.” “I think you do know what to do.” “Thanks, NAME.” [leaves the room] “I have no idea what he’s/she's gonna do but that's the safest way to give NAME advice.” “Yep.”

154 “Insult me all you want, for I have only this to say —“ “Victory shall be mine!” “I heard you practicing in the shower. You can't surprise me. Letting me into your life was the worst mistake you ever made.” “Cool, fun take on our relationship.”

155 “NAME, where you at?” “Four drinks.” “What's four-drink NAME again?” “Why don't you come over here and find out?” “Right, Horny NAME”

156 “I'm sorry. We only excluded you because you're kind of an over-texter.” “Over-texter? That's not even a thing.” “Oh really? So you don't remember the time you sent 97 unanswered texts in a five-minute span?” “My phone vibrated itself off the desk. I think it was committing suicide.”

157 “What the hell? I used NAME's exact recipe. I know I'm not a great cook, but I love following instructions.”

158 “What's going on? Is this a dream? No, I'm not holding a label maker.”

159 “My power went out last night and my alarm didn't go off.” “Your alarm is power dependent? You brought this on yourself, son.”

160 “I'd also like to apologize for my friend. His /Her parents didn't give him/her enough attention.”

161 “I'm in! A bet which improves someone's manners? Double score.”

162 “He’s/She's scared.” “He’s/She's not scared. With all due respect, NAME, NAME has no feelings.”

163 “I'm so cold even my fiery dance moves aren't keeping me warm.”

164 “I'm sorry. I tried to be myself and they hated it.”

165 “All right, someone's gotta go out there and kill that feathery bastard. NAME, you're always looking for an excuse to behead something.”

Sergeant Jeffords

166 “It was like taking candy from a baby.” “Why are you giving candy to a baby in the first place? Don't give candy to a baby! They can't brush their teeth!”

167 “I was raised on disco. Little NAME loved to hustle.”

168 “Or is your favorite artist really Taylor Swift?” [Scoffs] “No.” “Lie.” “All right, fine, she is. She makes me feel things.” “She makes all of us feel things!”

169 “Urgh, what's in these?” “Potatoes, butter, a little milk. Oh, and I ran out of salt, so I used baking soda.” “Why wouldn't you? They're both white powders. Of course they're interchangeable.” “Yeah.”

170 “I warned you against using donuts. They're my trigger food.”

171 “Hey, NAME, you know how you're really good at doodling?” “I know you think you're complimenting me, but calling them doodles is an insult. You a big fan of Picasso's doodles?”

172 “Your tone's braggy but your words are real sad.”

173 “See, NAME? Tough love works.” “Damn it! NAME proved the wrong point.”

174 “Now, be respectful and grieve your asses off.” “I don't know why this is happening.” “NAME, I love it. Everyone follow his/her lead!”

175 “Everything's spoiled. My lunch is ruined. My chicken, my potatoes, pasta, my meatballs, ham, my yogurt.” “Wow, that's a lot of yogurt.” “I love yogurt.”

176 “Kind of seemed like you were gonna get up and leave after saying all that.” “I was, but I think I hear NAME.”

177 “You better look cute in this picture, or no one's gonna want you. Do something with your damn paws!”

178 “My tolerance has really changed since I had kids!”

179 “I'm hungry!” “Oh, you're in luck; the fanny pack is filled with granola.” “Mmm! Loose granola.” “I don't want fanny granola! I want steaks and whiskey!”

180 “You probably can't tell, but I'm flexing my brain like crazy right now.”

181 “What's that smell? That's lavender. NAME loves lavender.”

182 “Okay. Excuse me. Can we please eat? My body is starting to digest itself. NAME needs nutrients!”

183 “Don't look at me. NAME wastes all that time building muscles, make him do it.” “Oh, come on, you all know these are just for show.”

184 “Sorry? You bumbling son of a bitch. You just ruined my life. I hope you get hit by a truck and a dog takes a dump on your face.” “Nothing to see here. Just a little hypoglycaemic rage. Move along.”

185 “I feel like a proud mama hen whose baby chicks have learned to fly!”

Hitchcock

186 “NAME, why do you have your shirt off?” “Can't spill food on your shirt if you're not wearing one.”

187 “What bet? What are you guys talking about?” “Seriously? The bet? They've been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doing all day?!” “Nothing. Why, you want to hang out?”

188 “So you just want us to lie on the ground and do nothing like a bunch of losers?” “Yes, precisely.” “No!” “Jackpot!”

189 “I don't like it. Something stinks.” “Well, I'm sorry, but I refuse to mask my natural musk with a bunch of chemicals.”

190 “My God. NAME, are you the only person still making sense?” “Yeah. It's bad.”

191 “All right, food is ready, decorations are set, guests should start arriving any moment, and the chairs are still perfection.” “He/She said they're perfection. I'm so proud of you, buddy.” “It was you. You made this happen.”

192 “Who do you think it's gonna be?” “I've no idea.” “I bet it's me. I just hope I'm ready.”

193 “Okay, look, this was maybe a weird way to start the night, but the good news is, we can still make our dinner reservation and no one got hurt.” “Actually, I cut myself real bad.” “Of course you did.”

Scully

194 “Oh, so your plan is to not take this seriously at all?” “Oh, I am as serious as a heart attack. No offense, NAME.” “Nah. Mine are never that serious. I call 'em ‘oopsies’.”

195 “I miss my home chair.” “You miss a chair?”

196 “Are those thumbtacks? What the hell, NAME?” “I thought they'd make good confetti.” “Why?”

197 “All right, anyone else have questions? NAME, NAME, you've been weirdly silent.” “We didn't want to say anything that would get us uninvited.”

198 “Okay, first of all, I want to say that this was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make. There is so much talent in this room.” “Just tell us, bitch. Act as if you already have the role.”

199 “I'll be back. Don't move.” “Not a problem. I hate moving.”

200 “Where should we begin? Do you have any experience with puzzles?” “Yes. I've never solved one.”

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Escape- pt 9

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8.

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her.

Jane and Catherine take advice from others.

Henry had made his way out of the state and hadn’t seen his case since leaving until now.

“A Mr. Henry Tudor has been on the loose since last month due to a report of physical abuse to his at-the-time fiancee. Police have very limited information. If you, or someone you know, has any information on the whereabouts of Tudor, please dial the number at the bottom of the screen. That’s all for tonight. We’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“Shit,” he muttered when he heard a knock on the door. “Coming.”

“Your food is here.” The lady smiled before her nose scrunched in confusion. “You look vaguely familiar.”

“Oh, that’s not possible. This is the first time I’ve ever been at this hotel.” It wasn’t a lie; this was the first time he had been at the hotel. “But maybe I’ll see you around sometime soon? After you get off of work maybe?” Henry didn’t know it, but he had just fallen into a trap.

“I’d like that. I’ll come to your room around 7:30?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He winked at her and closed the door. “Oh this bitch doesn’t know what she just got herself into.” Then a realization hit him: he never ordered room service.

Around 7:15, Henry heard a knock at his door.

“It’s just me!” The room service lady called.

“Hey gorgeous,” he grinned as he opened the door. “Boy are you-”

“Henry Tudor put your hands up!” The woman yelled as she pointed a gun in his direction.

“How do you know who I am?” he shouted as he threw his arms up.

“Bring ‘em in boys.” A group of police ran in and seized the man.

“What the hell? You bitch!” He tried to escape the woman’s grasp.

“You didn’t think I recognized you? If you thought you were going to get away with harming a poor innocent woman to get to another poor innocent woman, you really are crazy,” she laughed as Henry was put in handcuffs and led out of the hotel.

Catherine’s cell phone began ringing while the two were napping again. She reached for the phone quickly so as to not disturb a slumbering Jane.

“Hello?” She answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Catherine? It’s Beale.”

“Oh hi. Let me wake Jane.”

“You might want to. I have big news.”

“Okay.” She held the phone to her chest. “Jane? Honey, wake up.”

“Mmm,” she stirred. “Baby’s hungry. Pickles and peanut butter.” She smiled with her eyes closed.

“I’ll get that for you, but right now Beale is on the phone.” Grace’s eyes flew open.

“I’m awake. Put it on speaker.” Catherine complied, and Officer Beale’s voice was heard throughout the room.

“Henry was arrested yesterday. We are unsure of who else is or was involved, so we suggest you continue to lay low and keep up with any sorts of training you began. He has a $250,000 bail before he goes to trial, and it doesn’t seem likely that he’ll be able to make it, but we’ve had crazier things happen. Questions?”

“Are there any people suspected to have been involved?” Catherine asked simply.

“There was a disposable phone in his possession that had been calling a recently disconnected number. He alluded to the fact that he was in contact with a Mr. Thomas Culpepper. Does that name ring a bell?”

“Yes,” Jane said through clenched teeth. She knew she had been right to hang up on him the day he called her.

“He hasn’t been seen in a while, so we’re suspecting it has something to do with him.”

“Thank you sir. Have a nice day,” Jane’s voice trembled. As soon as they hung up, a tear fell down her face.

“Why are you crying honey?” Catherine wiped the tear away with her thumb.

“Hormones and happiness,” she began sobbing. When her sobs grew louder, the other four women made their way to the bedroom. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the gentle woman to cry, especially now with carrying a child. That didn’t stop the others from running to her side to offer her comfort, and cake if you were Anne.

“Happy crying?” Anna read the room quickly. Jane nodded.

“Do you want cake?” Jane shook her head. “Well, I always have cake ready if you ever decide you want cake.”

“Just give me her damned location!” The second Jane and Catherine hung up, Thomas had called, refusing to give up his name. “I am a very close friend to Jane, and I want to make sure she’s okay! She considers me family!”

“It’s confidential sir. I can’t just give that information away to anyone, and you are not family sir. If you were family, she would have told you herself.” Beale had figured this was someone who wanted Jane for themselves. “If anything, she’s dating the person she left with. They’re her family now. Good day.” Best to not give up any information on Catherine either, he thought. Then, he remembered something. Grace had mentioned something about a baby.

“Jane Seymour,” the blonde answered as she usually does.

“I would advise you not to answer the phone like that anymore. You’re hiding, remember?”

“Oh. I didn’t even think about that. Thank you.”

“Just looking out for you Jane. Are you pregnant?” He got straight to the point.

“Ye-yes,” she stammered. “How’d you know?”

“You were half-asleep and said something about a baby and pickles and peanut butter. My wife had the same craving when she was pregnant. Put two and two together.”

“Oh. Well, I am, and I fully intend on keeping it.” Her voice went stone cold as she followed with, “I demand full custody of my son or daughter.”

“Of course. I’ll have those papers sent out as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” her tone went back to normal.

“Of course. Good day.”

“You told him?” Catherine asked, half asleep.

“Figured he should know?”

“Hey, do you wanna go out to dinner tonight? I can pick you up at six,” Catherine laughed at her half-joke.

“Sure. What should I wear?” The blonde leaned back into her companion.

“Something nice, but not too nice? It feels like forever since we’ve done anything fancy, and when the baby comes along, God only knows when’s the next time we’ll be able to do something,” she laughed.

“Okay! Before all of that though, I have to call my mom.”

“I’ll be here.” Catherine reached for her phone. With Jane out of the room, she saw this as her opportunity to call John.

“Hey John, it’s Cath. We have to talk.”

“What’s going on? The kid’s not yours, is it?”

“Mom, it can’t really be Lina’s. That’s not really how that works. And besides, we haven’t done anything,” she paused before adding on a quiet, “yet.”

“Okay!” Margaret exclaimed, although a bit defeatedly. “I just need to prove your father wrong... Wait, yet?”

“Sir, I’m taking your daughter out tonight. I want to ask her if I can be there for the baby, almost like another parental figure. You know her best. How will she react?”

“That baby might not be yours biologically, but that doesn’t matter. Your heart’s in it, and that makes you more of a parent to this baby than Henry will ever be.”

“She’s taking me to dinner, and I’m going to use this as an opportunity to ask her if she’ll help me with the baby, so long as everything goes well these next months.”

“Honey, I’m 100% sure that woman would literally do anything for you. She’s like a sister to you, isn’t she?”

“I’m not so sure anymore Mom. I don't really think of her like that anymore. I have to go get ready though, so we can talk about this later.”

“Not so fast.”

“Whatever happens, be there for my daughter. It doesn’t matter if you’re an aunt or another mother to that kid. Have the best intentions for the baby. Have the best intentions for Jane.”

“Yes sir.”

“I just have one more question for you,” John announced abruptly. “Are you, for real, in love with my daughter?”

“I just have a question for you Janey, and I want you to answer it truthfully. Are you in love with her?” Margaret pressed.

In two separate rooms, the two replied, “Uh, yeah. I think I am.”

Jane quietly walked into the living room, realizing she had forgotten a washcloth for the shower. Catherine was still on the phone. She backed into the hall but couldn’t help listening in on her conversation.

“Yeah, no. Don’t worry John. You can tell Margaret.” Jane gasped before going silent, praying Catherine hadn’t heard her. She counted to ten before walking in.

“Dad, I gotta go,” Catherine tried to cover up her conversation, blissfully unaware that Jane heard the last of the conversation. “See you later.”

“So cute with your dad,” Jane played along with the other woman’s bit. “So where are we going exactly?”

“Well, Cathy knows this super quaint- no. It’s a surprise.” She grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll see in like three hours. Right now though, I have to run some errands. You cool to stay home for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course I am.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours. Don’t do anything too crazy.” She kissed the blonde woman's cheek softly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just going to get the peanut butter and pickles you never got me!” she teased.

“I hate you.” Catherine grinned as she made her way out of the house.

Before Jane could go to the kitchen, Anna appeared.

“So you and Cath are finally going on a date?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a-”

“It’s probably a date. Seymour, you can’t tell me you and Cath don’t have even the smallest thing for each other.”

“We- I- she-”

“Just say it man. You’ll feel better.”

“Why do you think you know?”

“Know what?” Anna encouraged Jane to verbally admit the feelings she had for her friend.

“Why do you think I have feelings for Lina?” Jane chose her words carefully. She wasn’t about to admit her feelings for her best friend, knowing her feelings would only be rejected.

“Well, for starters, you’re the only one who’s allowed to call her Lina. Anyone else is only to call her Cath, and you both made that clear. You’re also just not that secretive. The longing glances, the way you two are never apart, the clear soft spot you have for her.”

“You’re silly. We’re just friends. And even if I did have feelings for Lina, and I’m not saying I do, there’s no way she would reciprocate the feelings.” Jane wasn’t going to get her hopes up.

“So you’re telling me that if I called her Lina to her face, she wouldn’t tell me not to?”

“Well no. She doesn’t really let anyone call her that but me.”

“And you’re telling me that Cath just goes around and kisses all of her friend’s cheeks? Because I can say with certainty that she hasn’t done that to any of us, not even Cathy, and those two are related.”

Jane went to argue, but Anna continued, “Listen Seymour, all I’m saying is: don’t deny what’s right and what’s right in front of you.” The woman left, leaving Jane standing by herself for a moment. Had she really been that oblivious? Was it possible Catherine was also in love with her?

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rowansimp · 4 years

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lonely hours - daniel seavey

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“You said that I’d get to have you all weekend. Why can’t you just tell them you can’t go?” - “Because it’s my job, and it’s important.” - “And I’m not?”

I have been looking forward to this day for forever. by forever, I mean the last few months. daniel had a pretty hectic schedule. he spent almost the whole year on tour with the boys. when he wasn't on tour, he was in the studio pouring emotions into songs all day and night. I'm so happy and proud of him for living his dreams but, as selfish as it sounds, it gets lonely all by yourself.

a few months ago, we made a deal that we would go out on a proper date today and then the day after, on saturday, we would go on a roadtrip around california. I woke up feeling ecstatic, full of joy that I get to see my favorite person today.

I woke up around 9 am and texted daniel good morning, like I do every morning that he’s not home. after that, I had breakfast and walked daisy, our adorable maltipoo. daniel said he would pick me up at 9 pm and it was only noon so I figured I could watch some episodes of the vampire diaries before getting ready.

“you hate me because you loved me. you tortured me because you still do. and that, my brother is your humanity.”

i cried my eyes off while stefan was trying to find damon’s humanity. like i haven’t watched this show 5 times already.

i checked the clock and seeing it was already half past 4, i decided to get ready.

after i showered and washed my hair, i put my faves music playlist.

as soon as i sat down on my the chair of my makeup table, all i want by kodaline started playing. that's our song. a big smile was playing on my face.

i went for a natural look but also put red lipstick, daniel’s favourite which i paired with a matching knee length red dress. i gathered all my things since it was almost 9 pm and i figured daniel would be here soon.

9 pm. he should be here any second.

9:30 pm. daniel still wasn’t here. he is never late.

10 pm. a phone call and 2 worried texts later, he still wasn’t here.

11 pm. after 2 calls to daniel ,1 to zach and no answers, he still wasn’t here.

midnight. i give up. he stood me up. absolutely wonderful.

on the verge of breaking down, i dialed a number i know so well. not even 5 seconds later, alessia, my best friend answered.

“y/n? is everything okay? what happened?”

with warm tears streaming down my face i said: “he freaking stood me up alessia.”

“daniel? what do you mean he stood you up? you two have been talking about this date for forever! “

“well he obviously had something more important happening in his life. something more important than us.”

“aww honey i’m so sorry, give me a minute to get dressed and i’m coming over.”

“no,actually,please don’t. i’m too tired.”

“are you sure? you know it’s not a problem.”

“i’m sure,i promise. i’ll see you tomorrow ?”

“i love you so much okay?”

“i love you too alessia.”

with even more tears streaming down my face, i ended the call trying to calm my breathing.

not even a minute later, i heard familiar footsteps across the hall and a key in the lock. i don’t wanna do this.

the doors opened and the tired face of my boyfriend greeted me as a hello.

“hey baby, what are you doing up so late? i know i said i would get home early but me and boys stayed in the studio all day writing a song. gosh i can’t wait for you to hear it.” he said as he opened the door of our fridge and decided on some leftover pizza.

silence.

“you’re all dressed up, did you go out with the girls? you look amazing.” he said as he closed the fridge.

more silence.

“tomorrow morning i’m waking up early to go to the studio so we could record the new song. is that okay?” he said as he kissed my wet cheek.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“y/n? baby what’s wrong? why are you crying? did something happen?”

“aren't you forgetting something daniel?"

“what did i forget? what’s wrong?”

“we’ve been talking about this day for months and you stood me up.”

daniel’s eyes widened as realization hit him.

“y/n. i’m so sorry, i completely forgot. i promise i’ll make it up to you tomorrow when i get home from the studio.”

“when you get home from the studio? daniel are you serious? we never see each other anymore. “

“yes we do, what are you talking about?”

“you said that i’d get to have you all weekend. why can’t you just tell them you can’t go?”

“because it’s my job, and it’s important.” daniel raised his voice.

“and i’m not?” a quiet sob escaped my lips.

“of course you are, it’s just that i’m so busy.”

“do you even love me anymore?” my vision was blurry.

daniel’s blue eyes finally softened. it was that question that made him realise what a fool he was.

“y/n, honey of course i love you. more than anything. i’m so sorry. i’m such an idiot.” he said with pools of tears in his eyes.

y/n’s tears soaked daniel’s yellow hoodie.

“please stop crying, my heart is breaking seeing you like this.”

“please don’t do this to me ever again. it gets so lonely without you daniel. i can’t take it anymore.”

daniel's heart broke.

“i won’t. i’m so sorry. i don’t deserve you.”

we stood in the middle of our living room, hugging, our hearts intertwined.

“how about i call the boys tomorrow morning and tell them that we’ll be gone for a week?

“yes,please.”

“how about we go to new york? it’s your favorite.”

“hmm” i murmured into his chest as my favorite smell of his perfume put me to sleep.

“come on,let’s go to sleep. i love you so much.”

“i love you too daniel. more than anything. "

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #298

“i don’t like what i am becoming / wish i could just feel something”

Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? Just my tragus piercing, really. I only ever wear a necklace sometimes if I'm taking a "nice" picture. Rings or bracelets? I currently don't wear any bracelets, but I do always have one ring on. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Is your current crush younger than you? By just a couple years. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? Yes; he's very tan, especially his arms from being a mailman. Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? I don't like sunflower seeds. Do you know the first five books of the Bible in order? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nah, they're not my thing. Do you believe being gay is a choice or a "disorder"? Neither; I believe it's a genetic mutation. It defies biology and the very motive for life, but I always say that a mutation does not, in any way, equate to "wrong." I am extremely adamantly pro-gay rights and bisexual myself, so I can't shit-talk it. What are some of your favourite sounds? Crunching leaves, rain gently tapping on windows, windchimes, birdsong... mainly nature sounds. There are others, I'm just blanking right now. Are you a warm weather or cold weather person? Cold, 100%. What time do you wake up? What for? This spans over a massive gap, honestly... I can wake up as early as 5 or as late as 9:30. Most often, it's pretty early, and I call that my "trial" of being awake, lol... because I will almost without fail go back to sleep for a couple more hours. Hell, that happens even if I sleep on the later side. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? I used to do that in middle and maybe some of high school, I think; I'd fall asleep with my iPod on and earbuds in. I haven't done that in a very long time, though. Could you spend the rest of your life with someone who had bad taste in music? ... Yes? Their taste in music has nothing to do with them as a person???? Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? No, and it's best I don't. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, and that's how I found out I'm far from a lightweight. I wasn't going to drink more than I actually wanted to drink just to get wasted. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. Who is the last child you held? My youngest niece. Have you ever woken up not knowing where you were? Maybe for a few moments after my surgery? I don't really recall. When is the last time you made the wrong choice in anything? Every fucking day when I decide what to do with my time. What is the most interesting thing in the room you are in? My snake, I guess. She's a champagne morph ball python. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? I put on soap first. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? Probably when Mom literally dragged me home after I tried to walk to Jason's to talk the night of the breakup. I lost my fucking mind. Which gift cards do you have in your wallet? I don't think I have any. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. I hate Pepsi. What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? A cute smile. What song are you listening to? "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" by Blue October is on currently. Name your best friend(s): Sara. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Nope. Last night you felt? I wasn't suicidal, but still kinda wanted to die lmao. Do you still watch Disney channel? No. How do you like your eggs? I only enjoy them scrambled, and preferably with cheese. What’s your all-time favorite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. If you could be any TV character, who would you be and why? Idk, I don't watch TV enough. Maybe Donna from That '70s Show. Very strong and independent, outspoken, and not to mention she has great taste. I find her to be a good female character to look up to. Do you ever come up with really good ideas for stories or movies? Do you do anything with them? Yeah; I'll try to integrate them into RP characters and plots. What sort of things do you post on your Tumblr? Vintage photos, screen caps, girly things? It's a Markiplier cesspit lmao. Sometimes I'll reblog shit I find funny. I've been very inactive on it, though. Have you ever had a dream that you couldn’t shake, even for days after you woke up? Oh yes. When was the last time you felt like a nuisance, or unwanted? Recently, I'm sure. When was the last time your dreams were crushed, or at least hindered? I dunno. How’s school going? I'm not in school. Are you angry at anyone right now? Myself. The last person to say they loved you? Mom. When is the last time you laughed hard? Hard? I'm really not sure. Are there any words on your shirt? No, it's just a blank black tank. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Do you get bored easily? I'm bored to the point of thinking being dead would be more fun at some point almost every day. I have anhedonia badly. I'm honestly starting to think I've over-medicated to a numbing degree so am trying to wean off some things. Have you ever burned someone's picture? No. How long was your last nap? Maybe three hours? I was really, really tired, though. Can you name the last time you felt happy? Probably when Sara and I talk-talked for the first time in a while. When was the last time you played with sidewalk chalk? Oh, I have zero clue. Probably not since I was a kid. Do you have friends obsessed with World of Warcraft? Bro wtf don't @ me. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. Have you ever told someone you hated them? The only time I've seriously said that was to my dad before we reconciled after the divorce. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I actually don't remember... Favorite thing to do on Facebook? See The Memes. Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time? I SAID don't @ me. What is in store for your future? I both do and don't want to know. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. I adore bats. Do you chew on straws? No. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? Some guy who walked into the store I was at with Mom, continuously looking back and forth. Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you? Well, that would depend on the person. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Yeah. Anything exciting happening soon? My half-sister and her kids are visiting tomorrow and staying for a few days. It's a surprise for Mom. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? You could say these surveys kinda are. I don't have a designated "diary," though. When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work? I had womanly issues a few days back, and yeah, it helped. Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened? I mean, I've driven /with/ Mom to do so. I myself don't drive. What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued? Y'all remember Baby Bottle Pops??? 'Cuz I do, and I love those fuckin things. I still see them sometimes in gas stations. When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser? A few days back for my hands. They were painfully dry. If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay? A bitch is s t r u g g l i n g. Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you? Fuck no. Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it? No. Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used? Not used, yes. Well, then some things are still in their boxes, but they're unwrapped. Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you? No. Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back? Some number I didn't recognize, so no. When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often? A few days back. It has occasional instances where it'll go out but come back on shortly. Do you have a favourite celebrity chef? No. Do you prefer pizza or pasta? Pizza. Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so? Once at PetSmart when they had dogs to adopt out, which was for school volunteer hours. I spent time with them, giving them attention and taking them outside. I also had two other animal-related volunteer days, but each was only a few hours because my fucking weak-ass body couldn't handle them. Have you ever been truly obsessed with something? What was it and how did you come to feel that way? I have an incredibly obsessive personality; I could probably name near on a dozen or so things I've been genuinely obsessed with. I don't know what it means to love in moderation. Some are/were pleasant obsessions, some aren't/weren't. Does it bother you when people turn up at your house without asking or waiting to be invited? Yes. Are you taller or shorter than average height? I'm the average for an American woman. Do you have any family members whose beliefs or ways of life completely embarrass you? YUP YUP YUP YUP. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? I don't know. Have you ever injured anyone in self-defense? No. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? In relation to its portion sizes, oatmeal or eggs. I can't have a whole lot of either. I wouldn't say I eat either a lot, but oatmeal is more common. Have you ever heard people talking badly about you behind your back? Did you confront them about it? Yes, and in at least two instances. Do you consider “home” to be the place you were born, or is it somewhere you create for yourself? I consider it to be my childhood home; not the one I was actually born in, but only because I was way too young to remember and we only lived there like, maybe two years into my life. Have you ever experienced having to leave your home due to a fire, or due to the threat of fire? No, thankfully. When was the last time you felt you were in a dangerous situation? When we had a serious tornado warning Christmas Eve. Yes. In winter. Are there any superstitions that you believe in? Which ones and what are your reasons for doing so? No. Are there any series of books/films that you never finished - either because you got bored of waiting or just lost interest? Oh, I'm sure. I Wouldn't say I lost interest in a lot though, I just wasn't interested enough, like for The Hunger Games. Which theme park is your favorite? I haven't been to nearly enough to know. Like, just one. Do you eat healthy? I try to be, at least. Though I've been doing very poorly about it lately because I'm a emotional goddamn eater and am having a very hard time. Do/did your parents fight often? They're divorced for a reason. Do YOU fight with them often? No. Would you say that you're respectful? I hope so. Are you a fan of Green Day? Yeah, I love them. Would you rather have 4 kids at one time or never have a kid? Jesus Christ, never. I don't want any anyway. Do you think 'friends with benefits' relationships really ever work? No. Do you or have you ever known a drug addict? Yes. Do you turn off the water while brushing your teeth or leave it on? I always turn it off. No reason to waste it. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Lots, if you include my half-siblings. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? I tend to find them cute. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Depends on who's asking. Do you own any band tees? Oh, I have lots. Off the top of my head, some that I frequently wear are Metallica, Otep, and Korn. Do you know someone who wears a wig? No. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? I don't think so. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? I strongly prefer the Olive Garden kind, but I also enjoy ranch. What genre of music do you listen to the most? Metal of some sort. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? No. Do you personally know any cops? No. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Not much at all. How confident are you in achieving your dreams? I ain't got the slightest clue by this point in my life. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? There's a lot of things, most bad, some good. Do you have to take medication for any mental illness? A lot. Do you like looking at pictures? It depends on what's in them. Specifically pictures from my past, that's usually a big no. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I guess in very vague ways. Which family member do you get along with the most? Well, define "get along with." I by far have the strongest relationship with my mom, but we fight sometimes. As for who I stay on the most stable ground with, that's probably my dad. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? I know I couldn't, but I'd love to. How did you meet your newest friend? Who even IS my newest friend... Have you ever watched the show Teen Mom? What did you think about it? No, and I think it's an awful fucking idea for a television show. Put a spotlight on and money into teen pregnancy, yeah, that's a genius plan. Are you old enough to remember MySpace? Yeah. Do you think you’ll be a good mother/father? I wouldn't be. Do you have trouble deleting your text messages? I don't need to. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Do people ever make fun of your religion or lack thereof? No. Do you say/do things a lot for shock effect? No? What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I probably told my nephew Ryder he was a good brother. Was one of your grandpas in a war? Maybe? Idk. I never knew either well at all. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yes. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Have you ever ordered something off a commercial on television? No. What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. Do you still consider Pluto a planet? Yes. Didn't they reinstate it as one, anyway? Right now, are you at a high, leveled, or low point? What's lower than "low?"

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''i am machine'' by three days grace

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lil-ensure · 3 years

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The Bus

Yeah so i’ve never done this before but... I like to write so... I hope you like, and if not... please don’t be mean

Words- 4k

Genre- I have no clue

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5 p.m arrive home from work, 6:30 pick out a suit for tomorrow. 7 watch a t.v show, preferably the Geographic channel. 7:30, get ready for bed. 8 p.m be in bed reading a chapter or two on classic literature. 9 o’clock on the dot turn off the lamp on the side of the bed and go to sleep, alone. 7 a.m comes, wake up alone to the fifth alarm. Head to the restroom, go for a jog, get ready for work. 8:25, sit near the middle of the bus and read the newspaper. Arrive ten minutes before 9 to work. 11 a.m go to the water cooler and gossip with coworkers. Eat lunch at 12 from the vending machine on the roof of the building, alone. Pretend to work at 3. Get off of work at 4 and head for the bus.

Every day the same routine, same seat, same schedule, same job, same tone, the same person. Everything like clockwork, not even a ruler could be this exact. That was until she came.

Her being did not assert itself like the females in action movies, she did not stop me in my tracts. Nor was she a person in the wind, quiet almost nonexistent. She was just there- a passerby in my life and I to hers. Her existence was noticed but if she had not sparked a conversation with me on the bus I would still be reading the paper and she would still be on her phone looking at God knows what. We would have crossed paths to still not have known each other. Now, unexpectedly she put herself in my routine. After work, arrive on the bus and wait to get pestered by her till my destination.

She was my routine until she wasn’t, and like a habit, she was one I did not want to get rid of. Now, unexpectedly she comes to the bus again. This time plopping herself by my side. I look at her dazed. She really came back to pester me after leaving for several days. Both hands on her lap she closes her eyes and tilts her head up and inhales deeply. She holds her breath momentarily, looking deep in thought. Or like a bucket preventing itself from tipping, she exhales. She sinks into the chair a little more. keeping her eyes closed, she tells me in a voice just above a whisper, “This is the last time”. Did she get a car?

Ever so slightly, she tilts her head to face me. Barely, just enough to let me know I have her attention. “I bet you’ll miss me won’t you,” she chuckles, saying it playfully with a struggling smile. Turning her attention away from me, she looks at the ceiling. Her eyes verklempt in thought. I don’t know what she is trying to convey coming here and saying that, but I can feel something in the air. Something so in my reach but not quite in my grasp. Like a well-known book written in a foreign language.

I stared at her for a while. Saying I missed her would be a strong statement, but I did notice her absence for a very long time. I want to ask her why she left, where she’s going, and if we’ll be able to see each other again, but I’m not the one who usually speaks. Well, I don’t think she wants me to speak, but she looks like she wants to hear something. I don’t know what I could say. She’s the lively one, not me. I’m just a man with a routine making a stop within her life.

“I can’t afford to take the bus anymore” she says casually, still looking at the ceiling. If she can’t afford to go on the bus anymore, i’ll pay for her ticket. Hell if she’d let me I'd buy her a year pass. I open my mouth. My lips stutter with words I haven’t said yet.

“Well, well- you know”. I scratch the back of my neck. Facing her with a serene look on my face but calamity in my eyes. I’m trying my best to keep my skittish eyes concealed behind the hood of my eyes, but I look stupid closing my eyes while trying to face her, as if she is Medusa. Why am I so nervous? It’s only been five minutes but I felt every second of it. This cold, shaking, nervous ball of wreck is me… it's me, I am the nervous ball of wreck. I haven’t felt like this since- since i’ve made myself work like a clock. My apprehensive feelings are so strong within me I'm kind of surprised she’s not touched by it. “If you want-, and it’s no problem. I can you know’. Pay for your fare.” I cleared my throat of the frog that stuck into my throat the second she said she wouldn’t see me anymore.

She doesn’t answer, not with words or reaction. I want her to tell me yes, say yes… please? My eyes are trying to penetrate this girl. Say something, say anything. Well, maybe not anything. ‘Sure’,’ yes’, ‘why not’, ‘if you want’, that’s what anything means to me. Wait- look away, you’re being creepy. I shift my head for her face to the window.

Her chest deflated as she sighs. More and more she looks like she’s becoming one with the chair. She rubbed her face and ruffled her hair. She opened her eyes, taking them off the ceiling and in my direction. She smiled at me. A tight lipped smile. More like a tug at the lips trying to say ‘i’m fine’ more than an actual smile. “Well, it’s more like an excuse than an actual reason.” She looks down to her fidgeting hands on her lap. Our silence permeates the air and into my senses.

Man she looks like a mess. What happened to her when she wasn’t coming to the bus? She looks so distraught. Physically she is with me. She is clothed, her complexion appears unscathed, she can look at me if she wishes, I can touch her if she permits. If I wanted to talk to her I could, if I do talk to her no one will think I'm crazy. Then again this is a city bus so even if I did talk to myself I hardly think anyone would bat an eye. She has everything on a person that should be in order, except her hair. Her hair is now a little crazy. But five minutes ago nothing would have been out of the ordinary. Mentally, she is not with me. It doesn’t take a spiritual guru to tell there is a wall as long and as great as the wall in China between us.

What happened to you, what's wrong, why are you acting like this, are you okay? All these questions I want to ask, but I know I only get one. Will that one question even get to her? Will she know that I am sincerely worried about her, and I want to know if she is okay. Or will she think I am just being polite, as I have always been when she came to the bus everyday and took me away from my afternoon paper.

I gently put my hand in hers. Holding it as if I was holding her heart in my hand. Holding it, as if it was fragile enough to break in the wind. Hoping it would relieve her slightly from what she’s thinking of so heavily. For better or worse, she snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at me. Now we were both looking at each other saying nothing. Though our silence didn’t say anything, it was enough. She laid her head on my shoulder as the bus continued to our destination. Silent sniffles came every once and again, she held back her cry. I wish she did cry though, crying would have been easier. We’ve said goodbye a thousand times, but this one was much more permanent. It was strange, though we only met every day briefly for a bus ride. It feels much harder letting go of each other than letting go of a friend or a mentor. It feels as if I am losing a piece of myself. A piece I know will heal but it will take a different form. This is not supposed to make sense, after all it’s a strange feeling. I rub my thumb in circular motions on her hand to calm her down, but mostly to allow myself to feel more of her before we depart.

“Since it’s our last time together, may I know your name?” She says, unmoved from my shoulder, her hand still in mine. It’s amazing how we’ve known each other for so long yet we don’t know each other's names. Inhaling her savor, exhaling mine I whisper my name into her hair. She chuckles, “I like the name” she smiles an actual smile and looks up at me slightly “It suits you”. She looks back down and repeats my name a few times. My name has never sounded so sweet.

In our time together I never thought to ask for her name. Now it seems like the only thing I need. A name, a piece of yourself often given to others but still as sacred as any other piece of yourself you’d be willing to share. Less of a question, more like a plea I meekly ask, “May I know your name?”

She puts her hand on her lips with a slightly mischievous look she says “Should I tell you?” she smiles teasingly. More than hunger, more than thirst, I am satiated just to know her name. If a bystander were to look at us in the middle seat of the bus, holding hands, comfortable in each others company. They would think we were lovers with how strong our connection looked from afar. I squeeze her hand ever so slightly, bringing her hand to my nose. Not to kiss her hand, but to let her feel my breath as I ask one more time, “Please?” I want to say her name, I want to have a piece of her, even if it is just in speech.

She brings our hands down from my face, putting it to her face. Copying me, her lips grazing the back of my hand, she looks at me as she gives a piece of herself to me. I smile, my heart turns light, feeling all the hunger within my body dissipate and is replaced with a warm feeling filling my chest, clouding my mind. A feeling better than receiving a hug from someone you love after a stressful day, better than feeling a cool breeze through your body on a hot sweaty day, or feeling the sun kiss your skin with your feet submerged in the beautiful sea. Like a grinning fool I say her name out into the universe several times, each time much sweeter than the last time. My name coming out of her lips sounded sweet, but her name coming out of mine sounded even better. We look at each other momentarily, then laugh. We both are thinking the same thing, what the hell are we doing? It should be awkward but for some reason we aren’t allowing each other to feel that way. It’s nice.

“Tell me, do you believe in soulmates?” She says playing with my fingers, now in her lap. “I know I do”.

“You do?” I ask, as I watch her play with my fingers. Her hand is smaller than mine, much softer than mine. I wonder why she suddenly asked me about soulmates. Not that I don’t believe in such a thing, i’ve just never really put that much thought into it.

“Yeah I do, and even more than that I believe we’re soulmates'' she smiles. So that’s why she asked.

I cough nervously looking at the cars in a not so subtle way, “Interesting notion.” I don’t know why I coughed nervously, it’s not like she’s repulsive or that I would turn her down. It’s just that- it wasn’t in my calendar to get into a relationship today.

“Well, you don’t have to be romantically with someone in order to be their soulmate. You just have to have a connection. The connection that pulls both of souls together. One that makes you feel like you-” Her eyes light up, she looks at me breathlessly. “Like you’ve needed each other your whole life, and you’ve waited each lifetime to have each other. That- in any shape, and in any form you both take you know- that it’s them you’ve been looking for. Like the red string of fate that pulls your soulmate to you. Even if it’s just for a brief moment in a bus for a few measly minutes. You can make each other feel like together is an eternity, and being apart feels endless.” We look at each other saying nothing, do we need to? I feel myself getting warmer than usual, am I blushing? I touch my cheek.

“Oh don’t get me wrong!” she waves her hand around in defence. “I would totally date you, i’m not saying that you’re not attractive!” Huh? I wasn’t even- where did she come to that conclusion? “You’ve got a cute butt” she snickers. I cover my face shyly. Jeez, this woman did not just say… Now that I think of it, my stop is always before hers. So that means I wasn’t wrong when I thought someone was looking at my back. If I wasn’t blushing then, I am definitely doing that now.

Under my breath I muster the courage to tell her it’s mutual, “me too… I believe in soulmates too.” Maybe she was that something in me that I missed, maybe the reason for my incessant routine was for her to one day find me. To show up in a bus and glance at a boy reading a newspaper and somehow find him interesting. Somehow think that he is worth her while. Maybe that’s why he didn’t think to ask her to stop when she bothered him. He enjoyed her company, he enjoyed looking forward to seeing her face everyday. To wait for her to tell him about her day. Or ask a thousand questions about his job, his life, if he watched the latest Marvel movie, if he’s ever done something spontaneous in his life. Maybe that’s why the days felt so long when she was no on the bus. Because without her, life was more like a job than something to be happy about. Like a task waiting to be done, only to start again the very next day. After this dimwit came to the realization that she means more to him than he became perplexed with a new emotion. He missed her even when she was around.

She put her hand to her ear and leaned closer to me as if she couldn’t hear what I said even though we are already so close. “Huh, what did you say?” She says, teasing me.

I try to say it again, but how am I supposed to say words of confession so abruptly. My voice is sinking into my stomach, it’s there, I can feel it in the heavily weighing down on me. If you were to weigh me right now I'd be 5 lbs. Heavier just by my words. My throat feels strained, like it left without telling me. I am trying to get my voice from my stomach and into her ears, but I feel like a mess. “I said… I believe-”

“You think i’m cute? I’m sorry you’ll have to speak up. As I age, hearing is getting harder to do.” This interrupting girl. She thinks she’s funny huh?

I look up to God, pointing my finger to the sky (more like to the ceiling). Something I probably shouldn’t do, but right now I just need the big man to give me answers, “So this is my soulmate?” I then point at her, still looking up to God, “This is what you gave me?” Then I point to myself.

She looks up at the ceiling I was previously talking to then looks at me. Bewildered by my action she smacks my shoulder and laughs at me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I cover her mouth with one hand and put my other hand up in a hush gesture. I whisper loudly with a playful tone, “Hey, you can’t say that in front of Him” I point up to the ceiling. She takes both her hands and takes my hand off her mouth. Holding my hand she smiles and mouths the word, ‘what’. Her face is happy with some signs of confusion. “You can’t say-” I look both ways as if to make sure no one is looking at us. I put my hand up in a whisper gesture and say quietly, “H e double hockey sticks, in front of the G o d.” I’m so happy sometimes my loud whisper turns into my actual voice. Why am I spelling, am I in a spelling B?

She puts her hand up in a whisper gesture, “Oh i’m-” she breaks down, quietly laughing to herself, she puts her hands up as if to tell me to wait. She looks so beautiful when she’s happy. Like she’s glowing. I stare at her lips as she tries to cover them, her eyes closed from smiling. She makes me happy. She brings her head up and continues on with her sentence, “I’m s o r r y.” I guess we’re both spelling out words today. Looking at her face in a daze.

We’re back to the silence of the bus, feeling the bus exhale when it makes it’s stops. Feeling the faint movement when it turns. She breaks the silence, “You know- I didn’t really need to take the bus all those other times I did.” What? I look at her with a questioned face. “Yeah, after the first week I went to the bus I didn’t need to anymore. I really just came for you after that.” So she didn’t need to come to the bus but she only came for me.. How is she so nonchalant about the words that come out of her mouth?

She kicks her feet back and forth, back and forth. “So today, hearing you say you would pay for my passes made me feel happy” She smiles a faint smile. The smile you smile when you’ve accepted the outcome of something. “It made me feel like my effort to put myself somewhere in your life actually paid off” she looks at me, then turns her attention away from me.

“My- my offer still stands” what the hell is going on with me today? I am a man in a corporate world whose job it is to talk to people. I talk to people with ease! So why am I a stuttering mess in front of this girl who holds nothing but herself infront of me.

“I know it does.” If she knows it then why doesn’t she let me do it? I offered, and I'm willing to go through with it. It’s a small price to pay to keep my schedule intact. She takes a pen out of her bag, taking my hand she clicks her ballpoint pen up. She turns my hand to the back part of my forearm. “Six- five- three- nine- nine” she whispers as her pen touches my skin. She looks at me, “Here’s my number” she grins. “This time, you find me instead. Though I don’t know how long i’ll have this number so… act quick, okay!”

“Why won’t you have that number for long, are you moving?” My mind, loose. My heart making it’s way down to my lap. My organs are having a block party with how much they move. She puffs her cheeks and shakes her head.

“Nah, I just have some crazy exes”

“How crazy?”

“Have you ever watched Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World?”

“So i’m Scott Pilgrim?” I scoff. Who does she even meet?

“So you’re my love interest?” She flirtatiously smiles.

“Well.. That depends” I say without realization. I now process what she just said, “Wait now- where did you? Where did you get that from?” baffled by her remark.

“Well if i’m Romona Flowers-”

“Who says you’re Romona Flowers?” I interject.

“Who says you’re Scott Pilgrim?” She challenges. “There's absolutely no way I can’t be Romona Flowers.”

“Why do you say that? Who says you can’t be like- Knives Chow?”

She looks at me like I said something stupid. “Do you remember what we were even talking about?” I got so into it I forgot… “How can I be Knives Chow when I'm the one who has the crazy exes?” Ah- I said something stupid. “Anyways, who says you are Scott Pilgrim?”

I put my hands on my hips and look up as if I am trying to do the Superman pose while sitting down. In my best alpha male voice I say, “Because I am always on top.” I smile a million dollar smile that looks more like a 50% discount five hundred dollar smile.

She makes a ‘psh’ sound to express disbelief, “Yeah right, you aren’t even at the top of the bus.” She sniggers.

The mood dies down. “Hey, how long will you have that phone number for, guesstimate?” I want to know how long I can hesitate to call or not call her.

She shrugs, “About four months probably, I just changed it so you’re in luck.”

“But that doesn’t mean you should wait until the last minute, okay!” She waves her pinky at me. “I don’t know what life will throw at me, so don’t make me wait too long.”

“You should get a restraining order, and stop attracting creepy guys.” I recommend it to her. I wish for her safety.

“Ah, it’s just paperwork. And who’s to say you’re not a creepy guy, Mr newspaper nab.” She’s right, who’s to say i’m not another creep. I mean.. Who reads newspapers in this age? That should be a clear signal that that man is strange.

The bus makes another stop, exhaling its breath once more. She grabs her bag and gets up. “Welp. This is my stop.”

Wait, no. Don’t I usually leave before her? Why’s she leaving here? I get up and reach out my hand in her direction. “Wait, why-?” She looks at me as she begins to depart.

“I’m gonna take a detour today.” She smiles a goodbye. Why today? Why on our last day she leaves first?

Should I follow her, no that’s silly we’re not going the same direction. Maybe I could just walk with her for a little bit, and wait for the next bus to arrive? I just don’t want her to leave. I don’t want to lose her. Did I really ever have her though? Yeah, I guess I did. She was my ‘bus buddy’. My ‘soulmate’, the person who I have waited for every lifetime in any shape or form to come and complete me. Even If it’s just for a few minutes that we’ve shared and turned into our eternity.

Though I will probably call her tomorrow and we will get to see each other again.

If I never see her again. If I am to never feel a shared moment like this with her or with anyone else. If I one day wake up four months later and forget to call her. Or If I was too hesitant to ruin this routine I've created for me even though she makes me feel happier, makes life more vivacious. Or if I call too late and she’s already changed her number because her seven exes has gotten to her before me. One thing I want more than a raise, a peace of mind, or more time on this bus with her is for her to “Be happy”. We smile and say one last goodbye before she leaves. This time instead, I sit back down and I watch her back as she leaves me.

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