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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Tsukishima and Ushijima falling for their childhood friend.

Request: Hi I saw that your requests are open so I dropped by. Um for Haikyuu boys Tsukki and Ushifalling in love with their childhood best friend?? Thank you and YAY you’re growinggg!!!!- anonymous.

You have chosen the best trope ever anon!! Way to go!! I love this scenario and wish it would happen to me like legit. Small sidetrack, if anyone is willing to hear me rant about the last of us part 2 plz don’t hesitate to message me, no one understands my suffering. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff and maybe some angst

Tsukishima Kei

-You moved next to the Tsukishimas when you were 6.

-You weren’t the most social bean at that age so your mom had t give you a slight push to make friends.

-That’s why she would always invite people over with kids around your age so you could play.

-Once you moved things didn’t really change.

-She invited the Tsukishimas over and you got to know their kids.

-Akiteru was intimidating to you.

-He was so open and talkative it made you anxious.

-Kei on the other hand was more calm, always giving you enough space so you could approach him when YOU wanted and he would invite you over to play with his dinosaurs in silence.

-Like complete silence.

-His mother always wondered if you two were alive.

-You were inseparable though.

-It was the first time in you whole life that you clicked with someone so easily and could actually interact.

-Kei, being the salty bitch that he is, pushed you out of your comfort zone once you began school.

-He would help you in class with refusing to ask a question for you or he would make you order your own lunch in the school’s cafeteria.

-You still had trouble talking to other kids though and Tsukki didn’t mind.

-He was okay with having you stick around and may have been slightly terrified at the idea of losing the only friend he had.

-He would never admit that though.

-The first time you talked on your own accord to some of your classmates was when you saw three boys mocking another one who was laying on the ground.

-He was trying to grab his backpack from the taller boy.

-You looked at Kei and he just continued walking sparring only a glance at the commotion.

-You couldn’t just let them pick on the boy though.

-You used to be picked on and Kei would always scare them off and so you puffed out your chest and marched over to the boys.

- “Hey! Leave him alone!!”

-You were surprised at your own voice but kept your ground as the three boys glared at you.

- “Isn’t that the girl that doesn’t talk?”

- “Yeah I heard she’s mute!!!”

-All of them snickered and pushed the other boy to the ground again.

-He was looking at you with wide eyes as the bullies made their way to you.

- “What do you want mute?”

-Your knees started to feel weak as your fear set in and the words you wanted to say caught in your throat.

-Your mind was screaming at you to call for Tsukki but you couldn’t turn your head around.

-Every single part of your body was frozen.

-The bullies kept laughing and making fun of you as you backed away when you back hit something warm but steady.

-Looking up you were met by none other than Kei himself.

-He told them off with his snarky comments and helped you calm down.

-Then grabbing your hand he started walking not glancing at the other boy.

-Years passed and now all of you are friends.

-A dynamic trio.

-Everything was going great.

-You were all into volleyball, practicing together both in school and out.

-Kei would no longer take you to his room and play with dinos.

-You two would go on for hours on end playing volleyball in his back yard, until his brother got home and he would be infatuated by his brother’s practice stories.

-He really looked up to him.

-Then the fateful game happened.

-Kei’s image of his brother was shattered.

-And so was the boy you met all those years ago.

-He didn’t particularly push you away he was just more distant.

-He had raised so many walls to protect himself he had become cold.

-But you didn’t leave and neither did Yamaguchi.

-You remained friends all the way to high school.

-Being part of the volleyball club was a must for the two and you told them that you were there to support them.

-When Kiyoko came to you and Yachi for the manager positions you immediately accepted, excited to spend more time with you boys.

-During the practice camp in Tokyo, you overheard his argument with Yamaguchi and were disappointed in him.

-How could he be so cold towards his best friend when all he was trying to do was help?

-You went to talk to him too but ended up fighting and it was pretty bad.

-He was angry you would see that more angry than you expected but you thought that it would be different if you talked to him.

-You had been there for everything after all.

- “Kei you can trust me, I’ve bee by your side since forever. I know YOU.”

- “You don’t know shit Y/N so why don’t you go back with the others? Aren’t you a manager or something? Do your damn job and leave me alone!”

-You were stunned at that, not believing what had come out of his mouth.

-You obliged though and without another word you left.

-You two weren’t on speaking terms for weeks.

-It had gotten to the point that you wouldn’t hang out with the two boys during lunch.

-As time passed you would greet each other but nothing else.

-That is until the match with Ushijima happened.

-You were up in the stands with Yachi when Tsukki tried to block the ball.

-He doubled in on himself,clutching his hand and you had never ran faster in your life.

-He was taken out of the court when you reached him and coach Ukai gave you the okay to take him to the back to patch up.

-You sat in silence in front of him as you wrapped his fingers with the gauze.

-His head was hanging low and you could see his shoulders tremble as he breathed.

-When you were done, you placed your palms on each cheek and lifted his head.

- “You’re going to go out there and you’re going to show him what you are made of. You will show him what Tsukishima Kei is capable off. Okay?”

-He looked at you with wide eyes before nodding and placing his own hand over yours.

-With a shy smile you went to get up but he pulled you into him, crashing his lips with yours.

-The kiss was too short for your liking as you were being rushed due to the game but he put all his feeling into it and you reciprocated with as much passion as him.

- “I missed you, let’s not fight again.”

- “I’ll consider it after the match, no go kick some ass.”

-Tsukki’s blocks were three times more accurate than before and then it happened.

-He blocked Ushijima’s spike successfully.

-The scream he let out shook you to the core and when his eyes scanned the stands, landing on you, you knew how happy he was.

-Post victory celebrations have never been sweeter.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

-He met you because of Tendou.

-Um you were a Tendou yourself after all.

-When he met Satori he didn’t believe him when he said that he had a twin.

-He assumed that it was just some of Sato’s weird shit.

-Satori would go on and on about his twin telling him how cool and smart she was and how he couldn’t wait for her to come and join them in Shiritorizawa.

-Again Ushiwake didn’t really believe him.

-That is until one day, a month after school started, he met her.

-He and Satori were jogging when they heard a high pitched squeal followed by a SATORIIIIIII.

-Next thing he knew Satori was no longer next to him but laying face first on the ground with another person on top of him.

- “Y/N- chaaaan you’re suffocating me!!!!!”

-The girl got off him and pulled him to his feet only to crush him in a hug.

-Ushijima never thought he would meet anyone more hyper than Satori.

-Well he was wrong.

-Satori’s sister was a replica of him.

-Almost the same red hair only hers had some H/C highlights in them while they had different colored eyes, while Sato’s were red Y/N’s were E/C.

- “Hi, I’m Tendou Y/N! You must be Ushijima, Satori has told me so much about you.”

-After that the three of you became a package.

-Someone was looking for Tendou?

-Look for Ushijima he’s with him.

-Looking for Y/N?

-Follow the loud noises, it’s probably her brother and she’s with him.

-Trying to find Ushijima?

-Just track down Y/N he’s with her.

-Even teachers would follow that strategy.

-Ushijima was the first who caught feelings even though he didn’t know he caught em.

-It was your last year of middle school and you were sad.

- “But aren’t you sad that we’re saying goodbye to middle school Ushi-kun????”

- “You can see the middle school building from the high school dorms, Y/N.....”

- “Yeah but still it’s saaaaaad!!!!!”

-You had been whining since you left school grounds for the last volleyball match of the year.

-Both the male and the female teams were to compete in the same gymnasium so you decided to walk with you boys rather than your team.

-You were the team’s libero mainly due to your energy and the fact that you were the smallest person in the team.

- “I know Y/N-chan i’m gonna miss it tooo!!!”

-Ushijima couldn’t always understand what you two were going on about.

-He guessed it was a twins thing.

-Weird twin communication or something.

-But as much as he wanted to make himself shut your whines out, he couldn’t.

-Lifting his hand he placed it on your head and ruffled your hair.

- “Just imagine the high school dorms. I think the female dorms our closer to ours now.”

-After the mini heart attack from his previous action, a smile started to form on your face.

-So big and bright that you could compete with Hinata for the title of sunshine.

-Tendou started laughing and you thought he was laughing at your smile.

-But no.

-satori was laughing at Ushijima’s blush that grew darker as you giggled at your brother’s antics.

-High school was a blast.

-You and Satori would always drag Ushijima into your shenanigans and he would always let you.

-The man is weak for your puppy dog eyes.

-It was now your last year in Shiritorizawa and you were sad again.

-So sad that you weren’t focused enough during practice.

-You were called to practice your receives and you were in position.

-You looked so in the moment so ready.

-But you were far from that.

-Your mind was again on him.

-Ushijima.

-You knew that the one thing you would miss most from your school was your best friend.

-You didn’t really care about your brother because well he was your brother but Ushijima....he was a painful subject.

-Head in the clouds you didn’t receive the ball correctly and because of the force of the spike you lost your balance spraining your ankle in the process.

-The coach rushed to you, calling out to the rest of the team to get an ice pack and a bottle of water.

-She tried to pull you to your feet but your ankle prevented you.

- “It doesn’t look broken but its a nasty sprain. We need to get you to the nurse’s office.”

-Ushijima and Tendou were making their way to their own gym for practice when they saw the girls running around in a semi panicked state.

-One of them spotted the two boys and called out to the, telling them what happened *mainly because Tendou was your brother and they felt like he needed to know*.

-Instead of Tendou, Ushijima was the one who reached the gym first and was met with you on the floor a pained expression on your face.

-Your coach motioned him over and your face lit up for a split second.

- “Could you take her to the nurse? None of the girls can carry her and she can’t really walk.”

-Without uttering a word he knelt down and picked you up bride style and just left the gym.

-He told Tendou to wait for him in the gym and that he would be right back.

-Tendou being cupid himself who had seen one too many romance films, let his best friend take his crush to the nurse thanking the universe for making you so dumb.

- “I’m sorry for this Ushi-kun I wasn’t paying attention.”

- “I’ve seen that during school hours as well. What’s wrong?”

-You hesitated at that.

-Should you tell him?

-Should you tell him that you are afraid of missing him?

-That you are afraid of losing him?

-Ushijima’s own thoughts were running wild mainly due to the fact of your close proximity and how he could just dip his head and kiss you.

- “High school is over and and ...”

-Tears ran down your cheeks taking Ushijima by surprise.

-He didn’t expect you to be this sad about it and before he knew it he was whipping away your tears.

-He looked at you waiting for the rest of the sentence.

-Mustering all of your courage you went for it.

- “I don’t want to lose you...”

- “You’re not going to lose me we will keep in touch, you mean to much to me after all. I can’t just forget you.”

-He smiled at you as more tears ran down your cheeks and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

-He tightened his grip around you and buried his face in your hair.

-There was one thing in both of your brains.

- “I want to be more than friends.”

-You sealed that with a kiss.

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purpleyellow · 4 years

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Insomnia-Zero

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“Hayun during Going Seventeen” Based on this episode.

a/n: Thanks for the anon who requested this!! Feel free to let me know your thoughts💙. Ask box is also open to random chats.

“Please be nice” Hayun pleaded while laying on the mattress and covering herself with the blanket, her back facing the boys as some of them snickered while trying to find something to talk about.

For this episode of Going Seventeen, the members had to stay as calm as possible to be able to go home, and deep down the girl knew she wasn’t going to succeed that easily, but she still wanted to try.

“Once when we were trainees, we went to eat in this convenience store next to the building” Wonwoo started talking and the girl could hear the smile in his voice “There was this very shady man there, trying to get some money to buy alcohol, but Hayun being Hayun, didn’t take the hint and just kept talking to him”

“Oh, I was there too,” Jun said and she pursed her lips to prevent her from laughing. The girl remembered very well how they had to drag her away because she hadn’t caught up with the fact that the dude was drunk. “We kept making excuses and stuff, but she just ignored us and kept asking him about his daughter”

“I get the feeling that the term stranger danger was never introduced to her” Joshua pointed out, making the boys giggle. “Remember we left her in the mall and she just accepted a ride from this random couple she had just met”

His comment made the boys laugh harder remembering it and DK pointed out how they were abroad and there was no way she could communicate with them in case something went wrong “The managers went back to the mall and everything but she arrived in the hotel before they could even make it there”

“Noona is a lot of great things, but socially smart isn’t one of them,” Dino said and the timer went off, indicating the end of her turn.

“It’s called being nice dumbasses,” Hayun said, sitting up instantly and fixing some of her hairs “And for the record, I don’t just randomly take rides anymore” she giggled and stood next to Jun as Wonwoo took her place on the mattress. “You don’t take your glasses off when you go to bed?” She asked, making him repress a smile.

The others went as well and Hayun made herself comfortable in the back of the group, occasionally sharing some stories and laughing every time someone said something embarrassing.

“I will be announcing the three that can go home now” The producer spoke and Hayun rolled her shoulders, awfully aware she wasn’t going to be one of them. “Dokyeom, Jeonghan and The8”

Going back to the rounds, they changed the order to go from the youngest to the oldest, so the girl just sat on the side next to Joshua laughing at the jokes they were searching on google to try making the members laugh.

“Pausing on the jokes for a second” Woozi spoke when it was her turn, and even though Hayun was already laughing, despite her eyes being closed, she sensed it would increase “Do you remember, right at the beginning how Hayun would use the men’s bathroom instead of the woman’s because it was closer to the practice room?”

“Yeah, yeah, she stopped because” Hoshi tried to complete but started laughing mid-sentence, making everyone else, including the girl, giggle as well.

“The CEO saw her entering it one day,” Vernon said, catching a breath but within seconds he was back to laughing.

Turning to lay on her back, Hayun raised a hand to cover her eyes as her giggles became more audible.

“That was the worst scolding I’ve ever gotten” She laughed not being able to contain herself anymore since the memory was one of her favorites from pre-debut days, the producer whistled indicating a fail since she didn’t complete her time.

Trying to catch her breath, she dried a couple of tears pooling around her eyes when Mingyu spoke.

“I still remember your face when he screamed KIM HAYUN from down the hall” Giggling at the memory, she sat between him and Joshua giving both of them a pat on the thigh.

“I seriously thought he was going to kick me out because of it”

When Joshua’s turn came, Hayun patted the now empty floor next to her for Jun to sit and side hugged him while laughing at the boys making puns with Joshua's names. Leaning forward a bit, the boy caught her and Mingyu’s attention, so he whispered to them a joke of his own, making Hayun fall backward laughing and clapping as Mingyu reproduced it to the others.

Ending the round, the producer started calling out the names of the ones who could go home.

“Dino, Vernon, Hoshi” He started and the girl smirked, because Hoshi was the MC that meant he couldn’t leave he could recruit someone else to come back. “And Jun”

“NO” The girl exclaimed throwing her upper body on Jun’s lap, who, not so gently, shoved her off to stand up “Moon Junhwi don’t leave me”

“Good luck” He waved and smiled at her, going to grab his things to go home with the other two boys.

Soonyoung tried calling Jeonghan and Dokyeom to come back in his place, but since they managed to avoid his calls, the group used a spin the wheel app and chose Vernon to be the person who had to go back.

“Just cook the ramyun and then you can go home,” Hayun told him, noticing he was about to leave the studio and as he did so, she sent him a wink as he went away.

“Okay, ASMR style” Going back to the oldest to youngest order, Joshua went to the mattress as the other’s ate the food near the mic connected to his earphones.

Sitting back and eating chicken wings, the girl let her members do the weird noises to try and get whoever was lying to laugh, although she wasn’t wearing the earphones yet, she did choke on a piece of chicken from the absurd noises they were making.

After Hoshi had his turn, Hayun made her way to the mattress and covered herself like she had before, instantly getting comfortable by hugging the pillow. But her peace didn’t last for long, since within seconds, her ears were filled with the sound of Shua eating a piece of chicken and letting out sounds that could easily pass by moans.

Fighting back the urge she had of screaming for him to stop, Hayun pursed her lips together and hugged the pillow harder, her shoulders shaking slightly from the suppressed nervous laugh, and thankfully for her, Mingyu’s voice burst through the earphones.

“Stop it, stop it,” He said in between giggles, pushing the older boy who was laughing away from the mic.

“Hayunnie” Hoshi’s voice broke the seconds of silence she was experiencing, his lower tone making her scared of what was about to come “Tteokbokki has arrived”

And with that sentence, the earbuds were filled insanely slurping sounds, sending Hayun, once again, into her personal hell. Covering her mouth with her hand, the girl’s shoulders shook even more as she tried her best not to laugh at her discomfort, and after what it felt like ages, the producer whistled indicating the end of her round.

“What even was that?” She exclaimed sitting up extremely fast and taking off the earbuds, the rest of the boys laughing at her disturbed appearance. “I think I just paid for all of my sins”

“Joshua, Mingyu, and Seungkwan” The producer called out the last three people who could go home early and told the rest of them the rules to end the episode.

“Hey we’re left with the 96 liners”

“Moon Junhwi why did you have to leave me?” Hayun whined laying down in between the two younger boys as Hoshi sat on a chair behind her. The final task of falling asleep first seemingly very easy since the tiredness from her day was catching up.

Sighing, she could sense Soonyoung moving around the room to check if anyone had awakened, but she was way too comfortable to open her eyes and check on where he was, so within five minutes the voice of the producer called out to her and Wonwoo.

“You both can go home” The words sounded like heaven for her, and very very happy she let go of most of her weight on Wonwoo’s back as both of them walked offset.

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soundofseventeen · 3 years

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We Belong Together (Part Five)

Hi! I finally bring you Woozi! I am also here with erin! (not irl but we still skying, lmao)

Word count: 1416

Jihoon wasn’t sure who gave his bandmates permission to use his house to get read, especially so early in the morning, but he was still in bed, listening to everyone’s footsteps. (Mingyu...or Minghao probably invited them. He was pretty sure that had to do with the fact they owned just about everything that helped them prepare for special occasions) Some were running between rooms, searching for god knows what and some just walked to where they needed to go. He could hear Jun and Seungcheol fighting over who was gonna shower in the spare bathroom (next time they decided to move into a bigger dorm, a third bathroom was definitely a requirement.) And then he heard them cursing at Dino, followed by a slam so he pieced together that the youngest beat them to it.

He tossed and turned for a couple more minutes, hoping to sleep the day away, or even just half. He hated that the sleeping pills he took the night before had little effect on him. He threw the comforter over his head, groaning and hoping he could drown out the noise to have some kinda peace before announcing his presence, but when Hoshi accidentally walked into his room, backed out slowly and closed the door a little harder than necessary, he sat up again, looking for something to throw at his best friend when he saw him, but he didn’t find anything. He hated when one of the boys went into a cleaning frenzy and left nothing in their wake.

Jihoon put on his favorite robe, the only thing he kept in good condition since his trainee days and his newest slippers that he received as a birthday present from...he couldn’t even remember who anymore. He wasn’t prepared for the mountain of clothes littering the hallway, and tripping over a belt in the process but he finally made it to the kitchen where Seungkwan and Joshua were sitting at the table, sipping their coffees and gossiping over whatever was on Seungkwan’s phone. Jihoon nodded at them and poured himself a mug, and although he enjoyed the warmth of it, he didn’t like how this was the coffee you got him hooked on once upon a time and eventually became his favorite. He could remember many times when you’d go out of your way to bring this to him when other brands didn’t cut it for him and how he threatened the members if they had some without his permission, and how you had to smuggle some so he wouldn’t kill them.

“Good morning Hyung,” Seungkwan greeted him happily when he sat next to them.

“Morning.”

“How’d you sleep?”

Jihoon nodded. “Same as every other time.” He had a sip, hating the flavor and he wanted nothing more than to throw it in the sink and buy a different brand. One that different leaves bitter taste in his mouth, no pun intended.

Joshua smacked the younger boy, either to get him to shut up or to focus on what was happening, but either way, he didn’t acknowledge him again.

He did notice that while Seungkwan was sweaty, he hadn’t showered and probably wouldn’t until everyone did. Joshua was also still in his most comfortable attire, not seeming in a rush to get ready anytime soon.

While many other times, he reveled in the silence when he was around his friends, today it seemed too much so he headed into the living room to play a video game. He tried acting as unbothered as possible, focusing more on knocking out his opponent in Mortal Kombat so he could proceed to the next level. Every so often the doorbell would ring and then he’d hear a new voice greeting him and then running into a room. At one point, Soonyoung walked out of the bathroom, dripping wet, sans towel, asking if they had more shampoo because the bottle ran out.

Though he didn’t miss the glares Soonyoung threw at him. Jihoon knew that his best friend’s long simmering anger would eventually erupt and he knew he’d have to take it all until they could be on good terms again. Soonyoung hadn’t been particularly warm towards Jihoon since he found out you’d gotten engaged to Jooheon and he probably heard every conspiracy theory that Hoshi had spewed, trying to see what really happened. Though it wasn’t fair to you or him, he merely said it didn’t work out between you.

He sighed in frustration, trying to concentrate. He would not focus on the betrayal of his brothers ditching him. He had much better things to do than to think of why they were leaving, like work on his music, and go to the new ramen place that opened up. He could ask Beomju if he wanted to….no, Beomju already had plans to go too. Whatever, he didn’t want to hang out with him anyway. Jihoon could also reorganize his bedroom space. It needed a serious cleaning….actually, he didn’t want to touch anything. Some of your stuff was still mixed in with it and he wasn’t sure what you’d still need. He wasn’t petty enough to burn your belongings, but he also wasn’t a big enough person to return them to you in person. He hadn’t seen you in awhile and he thought it’d be weird if he just showed up out of the blue, especially because he wouldn’t be in the state to remain calm. The mere thought often sent him into a panic or anger attack, and then he’d mope. Well, not mope, but he’d eventually spiral into a web of things that made no sense and he’d try tto figure the riddle out.

Chan sat down next to him, brushing his teeth while trying to style his hair. “Hyung, aren’t you gonna get ready yet?” The foamy paste was all over his mouth and Jihoon hoped it wouldn’t get on anywhere except the sink.

“I’m not going,” he said simply, more focused on how to survive the round without taking any more hits. “I have to work on my music after this and possibly move things around in the studio. It’s gonna be a busy day.” When his opponent delivered the fatal blow on screen, he threw the controller on the floor with a little more force than necessary, scaring Chan. “Goddamn it!”

“Hyung,” he said quietly, “are you okay?”

“Yeah! I’m fine. I’m just hungry. Do you want anything? Are you sure? I offered.”

Jihoon stood up, stretching in the process and then made his way to the kitchen where he found Jeonghan helping Wonwoo with his contacts. At this he sighed in annoyance. Since when were you important enough that Wonwoo would ditch his glasses? You always said Wonwoo should be comfortable with you at all times, no matter the time, place, or occasion.

“Don’t move so much or I’m gonna poke your eye,” Jeonghan warned.

“It burns. This probably wasn’t a good idea.”

No shit. “Is it even necessary?” Jihoon found himself asking. “No one’s gonna care either way. It’s not like we’re having this epic concert….” he trailed off awkwardly, realizing it wasn’t his place to critique his friend.

“Ahh, the rumor’s true. You’re really not going.”

He shook his head at Jeonghan, giving him the same excuse. “I’m busy. Things to do and deadlines to meet.”

Wonwoo patted Jeonghan’s shoulder in thanks and the older boy disappeared with a wan smile directed at both. “Let me go see if anyone needs help adjusting their ties. Wonwoo, I’ll have the solution in my pocket for when you need it. Jihoon….just don’t overwork yourself.”

Wonwoo then decided to turn his attention to the producer, walking towards him until he turned Jihoon around and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, hugging his back.

“What are you doing?”

“You look like you need a hug so I’m giving you one.” Wonwoo rocked him side to side, humming whatever came to his head.

“Why? Nothing’s wrong. I’m not sick or dying.” Jihoon resisted the urge to break away from him. Why couldn’t anyone see that he was okay? Sure, he was gonna be by himself for the day and no one was gonna check in on him, but he was a grown man.

Wonwoo squeezed his shoulders once more before letting go. “Why couldn’t you just have gotten your shit together?”

At that, he had no response, because he wasn’t sure if it was his question to answer.

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kpopmalereader · 4 years

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prom ; lee chan

• summary: dino asks you to go to prom with him after your relationship builds • pairing: lee chan x male!reader • word count: 2049 • to do

You and Chan were never really friends. You weren’t enemies by any means, but you weren’t friends. You knew of each other. And that was about it.

When you finally truly met and got to know each other it was during your last year of high school. Both of you still needed volunteer hours and wouldn’t you know it, you signed up for the same service. You actually passed each other on the way to sign up.

Being surrounded by dozens of different types of animals while also getting service hours seemed like a pretty good deal to you.

Plus, the cute boy that walked in with his sweatshirt only on one arm was an added bonus.

You had your first conversation together when you were assigned to the front desk, signing in the animals and their parents. Anytime someone was not standing directly in front of you Chan’s mind would wander. He could get distracted by Computer the Cat and feed her treats in a steady stream until she left him. Or he would start to spin around in his chair until he was sick and dizzy.

And he became very close to you. Unbeknownst to you, he would ask to share the same tasks as you (no matter how meaningless or nasty) and he didn’t take much convincing from you to do anything you didn’t want to. You never noticed his want to spend more time around you or his willingness to do jobs every volunteer complained about if you mentioned not wanting to do them. You thought you noticed how often you were paired together but never thought it was because of Chan, instead thinking you were looking too far into things or that the person in charge thought you two were good friends.

You were becoming friends. In the process of starting a friendship.

At the beginning, it wasn’t obvious. You would nod at each other in the hallway. And he smiled at you once in the cafeteria while you were with his friends. You felt like you were on cloud nine the rest of the day, though you couldn’t pin down why you felt the way. After a little while of working together and getting to know each other while playing with and bathing dogs you started to say a few words in passing then he would end up by your locker before class and then if either of you were ever alone, you would keep each other company.

You met his friends. He met yours. They had questions but you both said you were only gaining a friend.

By the end of the first semester, your friend groups had mixed. Everyone knew of each other and acted friendly when able. You and Chan began hanging out after school and before going to the office. You learned his favorite color and his favorite animal, his favorite food, his life story, everything he told you, you absorbed.

By Valentine's day Chan was falling. He couldn’t help it. You seemed to care about everything. Every detail anyone else would pass up or forget, you remembered. The candy Chan mentioned one time? You bought it for him a month later. The song he hummed to himself while he was doing inventory? You told him you liked the artist a few days after.

It was really your fault. How could you show interest in him in these small ways no one else really had before and not expect him to fall?

The moment he really “fell” he’ll remember forever. Someone brought in an Orange Dream Ball Python. They said it wasn’t too old but they couldn’t take care of it and didn’t know what to do. You paged for one of the vets and asked the person to wait a minute but as you got the words out they dropped a writhing bag onto the counter and half-ran out of the office. With no hesitation you grabbed the bag and peeked inside, seeing that it did, in fact, look like some type of python. You brought it to the back and Chan followed. The vet was busy and couldn’t walk out but seeing the animal fight against itself in the cloth bag made your face morph into the saddest frown he’s ever seen from you. You stuck the bag in one of your hoodie’s pockets and went on a mission for some kind of cage for it. You found a small cage and took the lid off.

“What are you doing?” Chan’s jaw had long been on the floor.

You looked at him like he was the crazy one.

To you, the answer and solution was obvious, but to everyone else in the situation (only Chan), nothing was going to happen until an actual adult walked into the room.

He still looked very confused and a tiny bit frightened, so you spelled it out. “I’m going to let him out. I don’t know how long he’s been in there or if he’s hurt, where they got him from, I’m going to release him into the cage and let him slither around.”

You placed the cloth bag into the cage. Chan took three half-steps backward. The bag fell open and you slowly tug at the other end of it until the snake falls onto the plastic cage.

The snake isn’t too big. It’s sort of small. But it’s still a snake.

It balls up in the middle of the cage and hides in itself. Chan hears a small noise of adoration come from you and you sit in a chair, watching the creature closely.

“Hey, little guy. What happened to you?”

The vet gave clearance on the snake. Said it was what the owner said it was and that it didn’t appear to be injured. They had an enclosure for it and one of the techs was sent to get some extra supplies.

You became attached to him immediately. You set the little cage he was in by your station at the counter, checking in with him any time you could. Chan watched as you became more and more okay with the reptile until you had him quite literally wrapped around your finger. The “little dude” slithered over your hands and your keyboard, your smile growing bigger and bigger when he did anything at all.

And as Chan watched you interacting with the snake he felt enamored. You would look up at Chan and point excitedly and he was lightheaded. He wanted to spill everything about himself. He wanted to tell you every secret he’s ever had. And he might have if the head vet mentioned some patrons might be afraid of the snake. You frowned and hid him behind the desk, smile turning sneaky.

He didn’t say anything. Just felt every emotion possible.

You wanted to keep the little snake so bad. Came to school the next day with a pout, recounting to Chan exactly what your parents said about it.

You said Chan saved the day when he said you would know the whereabouts of the snake at the vet’s office.

Every day that passed once Chan’s feelings truly set in they only grew. Most of his friends were quickly let in on the secret and a few of your friends found out soon after.

His feelings came to a head before prom. Chan’s mind began to race when he watched everyone’s prom-posals begin. The more they happened the more Chan began to wonder if you were going to get asked. Or ask someone else. And the thought was unsettling to him. He didn’t want anyone else to think of going with you or for you to think of going with anyone besides himself.

Your best-friend was finally made aware of his feelings when Chan caved while planning the “perfect confession” and asked for advice. They would say they didn’t hold it over his head. Chan would disagree.

Chan took it as a compliment when they didn’t seem completely disgusted at the idea.

When he started planning, he also started preparing for the embarrassment he would endure if you were to say no. Embarrassment he did not plan for was the embarrassment in asking the head veterinarian for help and permission.

He hoped you wouldn’t notice the change in who you were working with throughout the day.

You did.

“Hey!” You stop halfway to turning the light in the stockroom off. Computer the Cat darts out between your legs and you hear the yelp of one of the nurses in his path. “Didn’t see you there.”

His attempt at not being suspicious is anything but good. “Hello.”

“You weren’t at the front desk with me today,” You scrunch your face and lean against the door. “You know how awkward the silences are when you’re not close to the person you’re working with? I’ll answer it for you. Very. It was awful and as far as I’m concerned it’s all your fault.”

He scratches the back of his neck and pushes the stack of paper towels to the left. “Sorry. I asked if I could do more work alone today. I guess I should have warned you.”

You shrug your shoulders and let the door close. You sit on the stool he was using earlier. “It’s not like a real problem or anything. I just missed you. Is everything okay?”

Your genuine concern and thoughtful expression eat away at him until his straight expression breaks into a light chuckle and smile. “Yeah. I just had some stuff on my mind today. It’s okay, promise.”

You nod and jump up, going out of your way to bump your shoulder into his on your way to the door. “Well, if you get tired of doing inventory or being alone, come see me. I’ll ignore more of my work to talk to you.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you later.”

Chan breathes out and bangs his head against the metal shelves as the door closes behind you. He shuts his eyes tightly, rethinking every step of his plan.

With an hour and a half left of the day with no attempt at the plan happening every time the head vet passes Chan, constant watch-tapping occurs.

Chan sees you cleaning out one of the cages and sets his plan into motion. He pours a few cat treats into a bowl and corrals Computer the Cat into an empty exam room. She tolerates Chan enough for him to set up his sign. He adds more food to her bowl to keep her in place and walks out of the room.

He catches you as you’re washing your hands, the smaller dog cages fully cleaned and redecorated. “Hey,”

“Hello.” You flick some of the water on your hands at him and smile.

“Have you seen Computer?”

“I saw her earlier, why?”

“She was acting kind of strange earlier; I didn’t know if you noticed anything different.”

You pout slightly and shake your head. “No, where is she? What was she doing?”

Chan leans back into the door. “She keeps sneaking off into Room Three.”

“Poor thing, I wonder if she’s okay.” You walk into the hallway, leaving him to pick his heart off of his shoe.

You moving towards his surprise forces him to recover. He follows behind you, breathing in raspy breaths.

You walk into the room, looking up to first see Computer eating then seeing the sign. “Prom?” is written in big letters and you turn around quickly.

Chan smiles at you with one of his eyebrows raised. A white rose is in his hand and he holds it out to you. “I don’t know if I can handle asking but I will if you want me to.”

“You don’t have to ask again.” Your ears go pink and your smile grows as you take the flower from him. “Thank you and… yes. Yes. I will go to prom with you.”

He laughs and nods his head. “Great, good. Yeah. Okay.”

“I didn’t think you were going to ask me. I was hoping but didn’t think you would.”

“You were hoping?”

“Obviously.” You smell the flower and shake your head.

He scratches the back of his neck and rocks up on his toes. “Thank you. Prom.”

“Prom.” You repeat.

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imaginingsoftly · 4 years

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4 Times He Left You Behind and 1 Time He Didn’t - Matt Grzelcyk

Type: childhood friends to lovers, age progression, fluffy

Requested: No

Warnings: N/A

(Y/N = Your name)

A/N: I love these 4+1 fics, and thought I’d try my hand at writing one. Let me know if you’d like to see more of them!

1: 5 Years Old

Your small legs struggled to keep up with the boys. They were only a year older than you, but your brother and Matty were somehow flying ahead of you, one of their steps making up two of yours. Matty had promised you would play together today, but then your brother asked him if he wanted to play in the pool and he was gone. Your brother had yelled back at you to keep up, and you were trying, but they were too fast. They didn’t even notice you weren’t behind them anymore, and you trudged back to your mom sadly.

She looked at you and then at the pool, where your brother and Matty were now slapping each other with pool noodles. “He’ll slow down for you one day honey, you’ll see. They’re just boys right now.” You didn’t believe her. You were too small to play with the boys.

Matty came back to play with you when your brother began playing tag with the other boys, and you were both too young to understand the look your parents gave each other as Matty handed you a plate of dino chicken nuggets to share.

2: 10 Years Old

The boys were going down to the creek to build a treehouse, and your brother had promised you could tag along if you could keep up. They had hopped on their bikes and taken off, and you were left to try and catch up to them. They were better at biking than you, your mom not letting you go out and bike as much as your brother, and you were quickly falling behind.

“Matty, wait up,” you called ahead, hoping that he would slow down. He turned around for a second, and you saw him hesitate before one of the boys grabbed his arm and tugged. Matty turned forward again and began pedalling faster to catch up to the others, but he threw another look of regret back in your direction. “Sorry,” he mouthed. You slowly turned your bike around to head home again.

Your mom was waiting when you walked back in, a cookie and some chocolate milk waiting. She knew without you speaking that the boys had left you behind. “They’re boys, Y/N. I’ll talk to your brother about slowing down for you. One day they’ll be chasing you, just watch.” You rolled your eyes. No way would any of those boys be chasing you. You didn’t want them to; they were gross, and they were friends with your brother.

Matty came over for dinner that night, and he gave you his cookie afterwards. “Sorry, Y/N,” he said, “I didn’t know where they were going or I would have waited for you.” You shrugged, and split the cookie in half. As you handed him the larger piece, you said, “it’s okay, Matty. I know nobody wants a girl tagging along.” He didn’t have a response, you could see that, so you smacked his shoulder and jumped up, yelling “tag! You’re it!”

Your parents laughed as you took off running across the house, Matty laughing and jumping up as well. He tagged your brother, and then all hell broke loose. It was one of your favorite summertime memories.

3: 15 Years Old

Matty’s games were your favorite events to go to. Sometimes he invited a girl, and you’d become their go-to source of information on everything hockey when they didn’t know the rules, which was often. Most of the time they were cool, and spent a lot of the game asking you for embarrassing stories about him. This new girlfriend was your least favorite so far. She had a problem with you, for some reason, and she rolled her eyes every time someone made an inside joke. The group you were with had been together for years, mostly neighborhood kids that had been together in diapers, but she was from Belmont. She’d met Matty at one of the Belmont High School football games, when Matty went to go watch one of his teammate’s brothers play and she was cheerleading.

“So, like, why do you come to Matthew’s games if you’re not dating anyone?” You looked at her questioningly. “I grew up with Matty,” you said slowly, “I’ve been going to his games since he learned how to skate. He played with my brother.” That earned you another eye roll. She didn’t speak to you for the rest of the game, which made it more pleasant, and you and the rest of the group spent the third period yelling at Matty to shoot. It was one of his pet peeves, but you knew it would make him laugh coming from you guys.

Matty took longer to come out of the locker room than if you guys were going back to his house to watch a movie. For him that wasn’t unusual; he usually took longer when a girl came to the games, and actually fixed his hair rather than slapping his ratty old Red Sox hat on. The girl threw herself into his arms as soon as he appeared, and you made gagging noises behind her back. Matty saw and chuckled a little, which the girl took to mean he was happy to see her. She smashed her lips onto his, and you’d had enough of the horror show, preferring to greet the other guys to watching your best friend get his face sucked.

“You coming with us, Y/N?” You didn’t get a chance to answer before the girl was cutting in. “I was hoping we’d get a chance to spend some time alone together, Matthew,” she said in what you thought was supposed to be a seductive tone. She began pulling Matty away before you could even congratulate him on the win, and he barely turned around to look at you before turning back to the girl.

Your mom was sitting in the kitchen when you stomped back to the house, mumbling under your breath. “Boys,” you cut your mother off before she could say what she always said. “No, mom,” you shouted, “it’s not going to change! He’s always going to leave me behind.” Your voice broke on the last syllable, and she was sweeping you into a hug. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, “you’ll see. That boy follows you around like a lost puppy most of the time. He just hasn’t figured it out yet.”

Matty showed up later that night, climbing the tree outside your house onto the roof by your window. You were already sitting on the windowsill, waiting for him to show up. You didn’t speak when he sat down next to you, and you knew he could tell you were angry. “I broke up with her,” he said quietly. “She had a problem with us being friends. And she called me Matthew.” He made a face at the last sentence, and you giggled a little. It was hard to stay mad at him. Matty leaned his head onto your shoulders, and you reached down to grip his hand. You sat like that for hours, and didn’t notice when your mom opened your door quietly and took a photo.

4: 20 Years Old

Spending a year in Montreal was going to be good for you and your career, you knew that, but it didn’t make leaving home any easier. You were spending your last year abroad, perfecting your French and learning marketing from somewhere other than BU. Your parents held a party to celebrate your move, a going away and a congratulations party all in one, but really you knew it was just an excuse to get everyone together for a little while. Your friend group had spread out as the years went on, with moves and new professions and college and professional hockey. Matty had stayed nearby, at least, but now you were going to be apart anyway.

“What’cha thinking about, Y/N?” Matty bumped your shoulder with his own, and you almost fell over with the force of the bump. You shook your head, and he shrugged. “I’m gonna miss you, nerd. Who else is going to look after the rookies on campus this year?” You laughed, and bumped Matty’s shoulder back. “I’ve got something to make you smile,” he said mischievously. “Tag!” Matty smacked your shoulder and took off running, laughing like a little kid as he dodged people across the deck. You laughed and took off after him, chasing him like always.

The game took almost an hour before everyone called it quits, and by the end the entire neighborhood group had joined in, even your brother with your nephew strapped across his chest. As luck would have it, Matty was the last person who got tagged. You caught him on the ankle as he tried to jump into a tree, and he dropped back down in front of you. “Tie?” He held out his hand for you to shake on, and you grabbed it with a nod. “Tie.”

Your mom looked on and turned to Mrs. Grzelcyk with a smile. “They’ve been chasing each other their entire lives. It’s nice to see they can still be children about it.” Mrs. Grzelcyk laughed and nodded. You and Matty were too busy sharing dino chicken nuggets like you did when you were little to notice.

+ 1: 25 Years Old

It was sunny outside, and the breeze from the ocean was fluttering the curtain to your right. Your mom was adjusting your dress with a serious expression on her face, and Mrs. Grzelcyk was sitting in a chair trying not to cry. Today was your wedding day, and Matty was somewhere in the house waiting to go outside.

The Cape was shining in the sunlight, and the breeze knocked white fabric around your ankles gently. Matty stood at the end of the aisle of sand with all of your two sets of brothers, and you could see he was already tearing up. Your dad was definitely already crying next to you, and you were struggling to hold it together. Everyone in the chairs had been witness to the dance you and Matty had been performing since you were little, whether they knew it at the time or not. So many of them had said I told you so when you and Matty finally got together upon your return from Montreal, no one more so than your mother.

Your vows were short and sweet, more about reminiscing on your childhood than anything. “I left her behind more often than not when we were little,” Matty admitted to a crowd who loudly agreed, and you laughed harder every time he shared a story. “For some reason she always stuck around, although I suspect it was because of the dino chicken nuggets.” You leaned forward far enough that your head was resting on Matty as you laughed, and you felt his chest move as he laughed along with you. “I promise you, Y/N, that even when it feels like I’m leaving you behind, I will always come back to you.” You weren’t laughing anymore, but crying. Your story was one of him always coming back, and you hadn’t ever thought about it that way.

Later that evening your mom found the two of you, slipping a small box into your hands. “I took this when you were teenagers,” she said with a small smile, “and I’ve been saving it for your wedding day.” You looked at her incredulously. “I told you, Y/N, one day he would stop running from you. This is what I meant.” She hugged you both, and Matty slid the top off the box. Inside was a framed photo of the two of you sitting in the windowsill, a silhouette of two people joined in shadow, the moon illuminating only enough to see your outlines.

You had spent so long chasing Matty, and now, like the picture, you were connected to each other by more than just friendship.

#matt grzlecyk imagine #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

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pixie-mage · 4 years

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I don't know if i was supposed to send two characters for the same writing prompt but i'll try this since Rexy needs some love. 9 -L !

From this NatM Writing Prompt: [ x ]

(Either way works! We all love our Puppy-saurus Rex! ^^)

Characters: Rexy Adjectives: Lonely

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From near his usual perch in the lobby, the skeleton of a tyrannosaurus rex watched from empty sockets as the museum’s night guard came tearing out of an archway on the right, being quickly pursued by a younger teen.

“You got the keys, right Nick?” the guard asked.

“Of course I did,” the teenager replied, rolling his eyes. “The only person Dexter plays ‘keep away’ with is you, Dad.”

“A simple ‘yes’ would have been fine, Nicky.”

The guard - Larry Daley - came skidding to a stop in front of the circular desk at the lobby’s center, slipping behind it and digging through a bag he had stowed there. He pulled out a single hockey glove and a goalie blocker, shaking his head in irritation as he did so.

“I thought the Mayans were past this,” he muttered. “They were behaving so well this week. And then this–”

Rexy approached Larry and Nick with his tail wagging, his bone already held tight in his teeth. He made a little whining noise in the back of his throat and bent down, looking to all the world like he wanted to play. He dropped the bone at Nick’s feet.

“Not now, Rexy,” Larry said, sounding distracted. He barely spared Rexy half a glance as he tugged on the glove, then tossed the bag to his son Nick.

There was a whirring as a small remote-controlled car sped into view from an archway on the left, through which sat the Hall of Miniatures.

“Get gaited, Laredo!” a small southern voice piped up from inside the car. “We’ve got a hell of a hootenanny goin’ on between the two halves of the hall. Them Mayans ‘re fightin’ like kilkenny cats. We had about twenty men downed by poisoned dart last I checked.”

“Tweny-four, to be exact,” a second voice spoke up, a miniature Roman General. “My men are diligent and our shields may be strong but the Mayans are an unpredictable adversary. Much like the Americans when we first were at war.”

There was a fondness in the last phrase. Not that Rexy noticed or cared, but it was there all the same.

“Now don’t you get sappy on me, ‘Tavius,” the cowboy scolded. “Keep yer head on straight. We’ve gotta get them Mayan boys under control ‘fore all hell breaks loose.”

“It already has, Jedediah,” Octavius said. There was a muffled thump from inside the car, followed by an “Ow!” from the centurion.

“Guys!”

The two miniatures stopped bickering, staring up through the tiny windshield of the car to meet Larry’s disbelieving eyes.

“Seriously?! Mayans. Bigger problem.”

“Of course, my liege.”

“You got it Gigantor.”

“Alright.” Larry nodded. “Nick and I will try and get as many of them back into Guatemala as we can. You two just - get your people to try and push them back.”

“Am I locking them up or are you?” Nick asked, already wearing a hockey glove and a blocker like his father.

“Uh–” Larry thought for a moment. “You. Better you than me, in case Dexter decides to show up for a round two.”

Nick giggled.

The remote-controlled car whirred back into motion, and the familiar noise made Rexy’s head perk up. Oh! He knew this game! He picked up his bone again and brought it over to the tiny car, tail wagging all the while. Play? Chase?

“No can do, Rexasaurus,” Jed shook his head. “We’ve got a group o’ crazy tribesmen to wrangle.”

Rexy whimpered, head tilting to the side.

“Not now, Rexy,” Larry reaffirmed, this time looking Rexy right in the eye sockets. “Later. Okay? We’re kind of busy right now.”

Rexy whined, but the group was clearly focussed on a much more important task. Larry and Nick took off into the Hall of Miniatures with the miniature car speeding after them as quickly as it could go.

The lobby fell silent.

Rexy’s tail drooped against the ground.

The dinosaur whimpered into the empty room, nobody around to hear his lonely plea. He just wanted to play. Lately, things in the museum had been so busy that Larry was always being pulled to every corner of the building...and Nick often spent more time with the huns or Ahkmenrah than he did anywhere else. Plus Jedediah and Octavius were most often seen together rather than apart, and though this used to mean they’d be happy to spend some time driving around the museum dragging a bone while their local Tyrannosaurus chased after them, it had become rather difficult to find them as of late. It had become rather difficult to find anyone to play with as of late.

And as for the rest of the museum...well. Rexy whimpered again and put his rib back where it belonged, circling the spot he stood a few times and settling onto the ground. He tucked in his tail and let out a deep sigh.

Many of the other museum occupants were still too afraid to get close to him.

With that sad little thought, Rexy found himself dozing off into a light sleep in the center of the museum lobby, completely oblivious to the smiling faces that were watching him from a distance.

“He is asleep, I think.”

“So he is. This may be easier than we first thought, my dear.”

Creeping down the stairs on soft feet, Sacagawea motioned for Teddy to stay quiet and stay where he was. She approached the snoozing dinosaur and smiled adoringly once she was close enough to see that he was, indeed, fully asleep. She nodded up toward the balcony above where Teddy stood waiting. The former president was quick to join her in the lobby.

“I will go find the others,” Sacagawea informed him. “Could you seek out Larry and Nick? The Mayans were not part of the plan tonight, but I imagine they will be finished soon.”

“Of course my dear.”

Teddy took her hand, pressed a kiss to her fingers, and swiftly followed the path their night guard had taken a few minutes prior. Sacagawea smiled softly to herself. If given the choice, she would gladly indulge herself in spending more time with her love rather than send him off on a mission...but today was significant. She had a more important task to handle. With one last glance toward the sleeping tyrannosaurus, she vanished back up the stairs and down the hall.

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Rexy awoke slowly an hour or so later. His tail quivered as he stretched, huffing a breath out his nose and yawning widely, his massive teeth bared for all to see. He thought, for a moment, he might still be sleeping...because the lobby was terribly dark. It was difficult to see, and as the dino got back to his feet, he was careful not to move too much lest he trip in the dark...or worse, accidentally step on a friend. What was going on? Where was everyone? Why were the lights off? Rexy made a rumbling, questioning noise in the back of his throat, confused and curious.

“Ready?” a quiet, familiar voice whispered from somewhere to Rexy’s left. He turned his head, trying to find its owner. “Okay...3...2...1…”

“SURPRISE!”

Lights flared to life throughout the museum, the sound of switches being flipped completely drowned out by the sea of joyous voices that had filled the air. Rexy took a step back, surprised and startled, trying to understand what he was seeing.

Everyone was here. Everyone. Larry and Nick stood by the front desk, Larry with one hand still lingering near the light switches. A sea of miniatures covered the desk’s surface. The huns were grouped off to one side near the eskimos, the cavemen were all making excited noises somewhere near the back of the crowd, and vikings, statues, civil war soldiers, and more were mixed among the rest of the museum’s inhabitants. A select few animals had been let loose to join them, Dexter among them, and Sacagawea and Teddy were standing side by side near the front of the crowd. Ahkmenrah was leaning back against the desk, and when things began to settle, he murmured something in an undertone to Larry behind him.

Larry nodded. He abandoned the desk and made his way through the crowd, a paper bag in his hand, a beaming grin splitting his face.

“Happy Birthday, Rexy!” he announced, drawing another round of excited cheering from the gathered crowd. Larry’s expression was bright and warm and excited, and when he finally reached Rexy he held up a hand to pet the dinosaur’s nose. Rexy leaned into it, more than a little happy to be on the receiving end of the night guard’s affections after so long of going without it.

Not that a few weeks was that long in the grand scheme of things, but it certainly felt like ages to the puppy-like tyrannosaurus. A rumbling noise started up in the back of his nonexistent throat and he leaned down to nuzzle his skull against Larry’s chest, his tail wagging happily behind him.

“I know we don’t know your real birthday,” Larry went on, scratching along Rexy’s jaw, “but I figured the day you arrived at the museum was as close as we were gonna get. One hundred years ago today. Can you believe that?”

Rexy leaned into the scratches, making happy little noises all the while, and Larry chuckled to himself.

“Ya like that big guy?” he smiled. “Heh. Hang on, I’ve got a present for you.”

Present? Present! Rexy sniffed at the bag in Larry’s hand when the guard held it up, eager to see what was inside. Present. For him? Really?

“Yeah buddy! That’s for you!” Larry said. Rexy nipped at the bag and Larry pulled it out of his reach, chuckling. “Hang on! Hang on, Rexy. Let me get it out first!”

Larry reached into the bag and pulled out what looked like the biggest dog bone in the world. It would be huge for most dogs, but for Rexy? It was perfect. The dinosaur crouched where he stood, in full play mode, his tag wagging wildly behind him. The onlookers grinned and giggled and laughed at his antics. Larry glanced back over his shoulder at them, his eyes sparkling. He returned his focus to the overeager puppy-saur in front of him.

“I know, you’re excited,” he nodded, holding up the bone with some effort. “But here’s the thing. I can give this to you now–”

Rexy made little rumbling noises at the prospect, dancing a little on the spot.

“–or! Hang on, buddy.” Larry stifled another laugh. “Or we can see what everybody else got you. Okay? There’s more presents from everyone, not just this one.”

Rexy looked torn. Play with bone, or get more toys. Bone. More toys. Bone now. Bone later? Toys now...toys later…

It was a very difficult decision.

Until the remote-controlled car came speeding into view.

“Hey! Rexy!”

Jed was practically hanging out the window of the car, waving his hat to get the dinosaur’s attention.

“Hey there big fella!” he called, grinning ear to ear. “Guess what we’ve got!”

The car raced past, driving straight between the dino and the night guard, and it was only then that Rexy’s attention was caught by the colorful toy being dragged by the car. It wasn’t as big as the bone Larry had gotten him, nor was it even a bone at all, but it was eye-catching and made jingling noises as it was dragged along, the colorful ball rolling and bouncing slightly in the wake of the car it was attached to.

Rexy was off and on the chase before Larry knew it, and he - along with the others at the very front of the crowd - had to duck to avoid the swing of the dinosaur’s tail.

Larry grinned.

“Rexy looks exceedingly happy, Larry,” a warm voice appeared at Larry’s side. “I think this party is already a raging success and it has barely begun.”

“He does look happy,” Larry agreed. He turned to smile at Ahkmenrah, who had come to stand beside him and watch the oversized puppy play chase through the lobby and front halls of the museum. “Thanks for the idea.”

“You would have thought of it yourself eventually,” Ahk inclined his head toward the ‘guardian’, smiling all the while. “You are rather creative yourself, and you care greatly for everyone here. It would have crossed your mind at some point I’m sure.”

“Still,” Larry shrugged, pocketing his hands and turning back toward Rexy. “He’s been so down lately. Thanks for the help.”

“You are more than welcome.”

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” Nick came up behind Larry, tugging on his arm. “Can I get Rexy’s new ball out? I think the car needs to recharge soon and–”

“You don’t need to give me a reason.” Larry shook his head with a smile and pointed toward the desk. “It should be back there with the other gifts. Just - try not to let Rexy pop it on the first night. If we can get it to last a week at least I’ll be happy.”

“Sure!”

Then Nick was gone, digging through the gifts with abandon. Somewhere in the distance, a whoop and a holler rang through the air alongside a shout of “ONWARD!” as a tiny car drove whiplashing circles around the giant dinosaur looming overhead.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The night had gone about as well as Larry and Nick had hoped. The ball Nick had sought out earlier was, surprisingly, still in one piece. The exhibits had had a fun time playing some form of “keep away” with Rexy, the ball bouncing and soaring back and forth over the crowd while Rexy tried to snatch it out of the air. Attila and his men had played tug-of-war with the dino at some point, the sturdy rope they had been using now shredded and sitting in a pile on the desk. Nick and Ahk had taken a few turns riding on the dinosaur’s back, much to the enjoyment of all involved. An oversized plush toy sat in Larry’s lap (courtesy of Sacagawea and the civil war soldiers) looking a little chewed on, but mostly still in one piece. He was leaning back against the wall at the back of the lobby, past the stairs, and Rexy was curled up nearby. He was gnawing happily on the bone from the beginning of the evening.

There was about an hour left until dawn, and some of the exhibits had already begun making their way back toward their displays. Teddy and Sacagawea were organizing a small group to help clean up the remnants of the party...and Larry would join them soon too. But first…

Larry reached over, rubbing his knuckles against Rexy’s nose. The dino leaned into the affection, a happy rumble bubbling up from somewhere near his chest.

“Did you have a fun birthday, buddy?” Larry asked. Rexy’s tail thumped loudly against the floor a few times, and Larry smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The guard sighed softly. His smile faded.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention to you,” he said quietly. “I could just say that it’s because the museum has been more...lively than usual lately, but that’s no excuse to make you sad.” Rexy lifted his head, tilting it in question. “I know you’ve been kind of lonely lately, and I’m sorry. Some of the other exhibits noticed and told me about it. I’m sorry that I didn’t see it myself. Nobody should ever feel forgotten, alright? That’s - ya know. That’s Friendship 101, and I’ve been kind of a bad friend. Haven’t I?”

Rexy whined softly and nuzzled Larry’s head as gently as he could. The night guard smiled weakly and held up a hand to pat the end of the puppy-saur’s nose.

“It’s nice of you to forgive me, but...still.” Larry was quiet for a moment. Then– “I know I can’t always have time to play with you, same with Nick. I have a job to do and he’s my backup when things get hairy. But I’m gonna try to be better. And…”

He looked thoughtful, as if trying to decide if he should say anything or not.

“...and I know we keep other dinosaurs locked away in the B-wing. I’ll talk to McPhee and see if we can’t get you a friend on display out here, so you have someone to play with. Okay?”

Rexy panted happily and his tail whipped back and forth along the floor, thwacking the walls on either side in his exuberance.

“Okay, okay!” Larry laughed. “Calm down, buddy. I said I’d talk to McPhee, but it’s up to him. No promises! But I’ll try. Alright?”

Rexy bumped his nose against Larry’s shoulder, then flopped his head down right up against the night guard’s crossed legs.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

When the sun rose later that early morning, and when the first few guests began to filter in through the museum’s front doors, McPhee swore the sharp-toothed smile the tyrannosaurus wore was wider than it had ever been before. But surely it was a trick of the morning light...right?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

[A/N: This was a lot of fun to write! I haven’t written much in the NatM fandom yet, so this was a really fun practice...and we all know Rexy deserves all the love. Hope you enjoyed it!]

#Night at the Museum #NatM #NatM Writing Prompt #Night at the Museum Writing Prompt #Rexy #Larry Daley #Nick Daley #Ahkmenrah #Octavius #Jedediah #Jedtavius if you squint #Tablet Guardians if you squint #Sacagawea #Teddy Roosevelt #Pixiemage Writes #Writing #This was fun #Pixiemage Answers

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Around The World in 17 Days | Day 1: Toronto

day 0; day 1

fandom: Seventeen

genre: Fantasy + Angst & Fluff

pairing: Chan (Dino) x Reader

words: 6,547

summary: Suffering from a condition that causes you to randomly end up in almost any place in the world, your life was a little chaotic, to say the least. When a solution seems to arise, you are more than happy to try it out. In order to heal, you need to meet the several people you are connected to by the red string of fate. And if this situation couldn't have gotten more ridiculous, one of them was your soulmate.You just don't know who.

Your first day on your mission dropped you in the big Canadian city, Toronto. You meet one of the first 'soul-bros', Chan. While you stress over how exactly you're going to fulfill your purpose with him, you end up doing it so naturally you barely even noticed.

A/N: so this has actually been out for a good year now on my ao3, but I forgot to post it here, so yeah. here. woops. ALSO I PROMISE DAY 2 IS COMING SOON I PROMISE. These things are tough because I research a lot about the cities so I get tired of working on this fic pretty easily. So it takes a lot of time, and I get lazy sooo that’s a really messy combination. Thanks for everyone who has stuck around though! You guys are amazing and believe me your comments make me want to work harder, haha.

Day 1: Toronto

As you began to regain your conscious steadily, you instantly felt an intense difference in the general comfort of your surroundings. The bed you had fell asleep on was replaced by incredibly hard surfaces. Your back was laying up right on a wall of some sort, pain generally coursing through your spine. I should’ve seen a chiropractor before I started this shit, you thought as you winced at the pain when you began to process it. Arching your back, resulting in a cracking noise, your stretched out your arms and legs. Your left leg winced and started when it hit something, causing you to hurriedly open your eyes.

A dumpster. Briefly taking a glance at your surroundings, you saw you were in a narrow alleyway. The buildings you were between were fairly tall, maybe 4 or 5 stories, and made of brick. Your best guess was that they were apartments. You next paid attention to the heat that had bothered you the instant you woke up. It was summer here still, so that wasn’t unusual. You reached for your pocket, turning on your phone. As you looked down, you started. After the brief panic, you observed closer what had spooked you.

A thread from the one tied around your finger led across the alleyway, turning around the corner. Scrunching your eyebrows, you turned your hand around. It didn’t get tangled and when you reached with your other hand to touch it, your hand just went through it. It took a moment for you to think of what it might’ve been. One of the red strings of fate? You assumed that was it. Maybe it lead you to a soul bro? You nodded to yourself, slightly skeptical. How else am I supposed to find them? You reasoned. A jingle came from your phone, making you turn your attention towards it. It booted, showing you the time from your original timezone before swiftly switching to what you presumed to be the current timezone. 8 A.M. That was about normal. Your ability usually meant you’d wake up at about that time no matter the timezone, maybe earlier or later depending on how severe the difference was. As you dismissed all the notifications (nothing important, at least for now), a sun graphic appeared on one side of your phone showing the number “78 F” and underneath the word “Toronto”.

Toronto, huh? It wasn’t too far from the Canadian-American border, if you remembered about the location. Near Lake Ontario? You slightly rose an eyebrow. Wasn’t Canada supposed to be cold? Maybe it just wasn’t this time of the year? Clearing your mind of the minor questions you had, you looked back up to where the string was pulling you. You supposed the best way to start was to follow that string somewhere until you could maybe come up with some sort of game plan. Or a money exchange or ATM. Maybe you’d try to go penniless the whole day? The grumble in your stomach disqualified that thought as quickly as it came. Maybe you’d look for breakfast first.

Getting up and dusting yourself off, you began to follow the string. I wonder how far away they are? You wondered as you turned the corner. Your attention drifted from the string and to your surroundings. The surroundings were quite urban, a block away in the direction the string was leading you were office-like buildings much taller than the other buildings. More life appeared on this street than the one you had woken up on. The corner that the string directed you to turn at was what appeared to be a restaurant, advertised by a large sign. It would likely be lit up, blinking, and flashing if it were dark. The rest of the block had a few stores, some more plain looking residential places. It was a pleasant city, similar to other cities you had been to when transporting place to place.

Your stomach twisted inside of you yet again, enough to make you wince a bit and look down at it with a glare. “Be quiet,” you scolded it. It growled back at you, as if refusing to be silenced. Sighing at its persistence, you looked back up at the restaurant. As far as you knew, you only had one day in Toronto to meet the person you were tied to. But you still had to eat, right?

That being said, you figured to stop in. Just before, you slipped off your jacket, tying it around your waist. One essential thing about transporting was wearing layers. You never know when you’ll need it.

Walking into the restaurant, you were surprised to see a fairly large amount of people. There were just as many enough that you even thought that they were full. Maybe I should just find another place, you thought. Arriving at that decision, you were just about to turn around and leave when a waiter had come up with a smile.

“Hello, just one?” Well it was too late now. Sure, you could simply explain that you had changed your mind and wanted to leave, but that would be awkward for your uncharismatic self to explain. ‘Hi, no, too many people here, I have anxiety haha.’ So you just caved in.

“Yes,” your voice cracked a little. Jesus Christ, you winced inwardly at yourself. This was going to be a long day.

“Is the bar alright?” Did people even have breakfast at the bar section? You were positive they didn’t, but looking quickly back at the crowded area, you guessed it was because of the capacity. Who even goes out to eat this early in the morning? you kept reminiscing, ever so slightly agitated.

“Yes,” you nodded, a bit quieter than the last time. Despite what you believed to be an awkward interaction, the waiter didn’t seem to care, grabbing a napkin wrapped snugly around some silverware and briefly telling you to follow them. You did so, rubbing your arms, surprised at how cold it was in the restaurant compared to the outside. The waiter sat you at the bar, handing you a menu and leaving you.

Legs hanging above the ground, you leaned your elbows on the bar counter, looking briefly at the menu. Becoming disinterested fairly quickly, you took a moment to look around. To your left was a woman, body completely turned away from you conversing with her partner. On your right was an empty seat and what you were somewhat convinced was the last one available in the whole restaurant. In front of you, obviously, was the bar, with various taps of beers, other liqueurs, and whiskies stacked on the shelves on the wall. In addition, there was a TV playing some sort of morning show program. Although you took awhile to watch it and the delayed subtitles, you couldn’t recognize it or anyone hosting it.

The menu was a typical breakfast diner’s menu. Omelettes, pancakes, toast, the usual. You became uninterested in it fairly quickly when your phone started to buzz with the sound of your face call ringtone. You should’ve guessed he would try to contact you. Looking around quickly to make sure no one would try to take your order or judge you for face chatting in public (?), you pulled your phone out of your pocket and answered it.

“Good morning,” you answered when Rowans far too close to the camera face loaded, only illuminated by the screen on the phone. It didn’t necessarily mean it was dark in your timezone, but he refused to use any other sort of light in his dark tent besides candles or lanterns. Electrical lighting “tampered with his work”, or at least that's what he insisted.

“So where are you?” he asked, becoming minimally aware of his ridiculous angle on the camera and tried to fix it a little. It didn’t do much anyways.

“Toronto,” you gave a bit of a forced smile. “But the heat makes me doubt that.”

“Ontario? Oh it's hot this time of year,” he said. “Remember my son, Jacob?”

“Yes, the author,” you did your best to quickly let him know you remembered him, lest he go on to tell you his life story from the moment he was born again. “He lives around here, right?”

“Yes, I’ve been up there a few times to see him,” he laughed a little. The glimpse of the man’s softer side helped you crack a smile. It was short as he went straight back to business. “Did you find them?”

“No,” you admitted, looking at the string. It was leading you out the entrance of the restaurant. “I needed breakfast first. I just got up.”

“You do realise you only have a day to complete your purpose?” Anxiety flooded through you, mostly in your arms that held the phone.

“Yes,” you sighed. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“It’s up to you if this ends up working or not,” he sipped some of his tea. Though you couldn’t see it, you heard it. Rowan made a subconscious effort to make a sound when he drank.

“I know,” you groaned. “I just don’t know how the hell I’m going to do this.” A short silence came after you, as Rowan set down his tea with a clink.

“I’ll tell you what,” he shifted himself in his seat and the camera. “This isn’t just some stranger whose life your trying to fix.” Except that’s exactly what this is, you rebutted in your head. “This is a soul you’ve been connected to since before either of you were born. The two of you have a connection. Every person you meet this next week or two is connected with you in some way. Fate predetermined that these people could have their lives changed forever by you or that your life would be changed forever by them. Fate is going to be doing all the work for you.” He was probably right. But considering how odd and confusing the situation was for you, you didn’t know if that helped much at all.

“Well,” you paused. “I should probably get the breakfast in me and get out there as soon as possible. Time waits for no one.”

“I wish you all the best of luck,” he told you in his naturally grandiose way. You told him a soft “bye” before you hung up, just at miraculously the same time that a waiter came to take your order from behind the bar.

“Hello, welcome to-” the waiter had begun telling you a customary greeting as you put your phone back in your pocket. He paused suddenly just as he had started, making you quickly look up at him to see what he was doing. He was looking over you, a smile quickly spread on his features as he spoke somewhat louder to somebody behind you.

“Well, I’ll be, it’s Dinosaurus Rex. I thought you were supposed to be gone for the summer like everyone else!” You supposed he saw a friend and you awkwardly looked away from him and back at your menu, like you were trying to memorize all of the pancake toppings. As much as you tried to not be any part of the conversation, you couldn’t help to at least overhear.

“Please stop calling me that, that’s not even a real dinosaur,” the voice that responded was somewhat quiet with a hint of annoyance. “And I thought I mentioned that I was staying for the summer.”

“I get ya, gotta work those loans off,” the waiter seemed to shiver. In that brief moment, after you became less interested in your perusing, your attention was caught by the string. It had definitely moved in the time that you had sat down to this moment. The fact that it was moving gave you an eerie, nervous feeling. Maybe you should’ve just skipped breakfast and went after them?

Your mangled feelings had then left just as urgently as they came, and your eyes shot back down at the string. As you held your breathe, the string rotated to your right, at a steady pace that seemed to match the sound of the footsteps as they passed behind you. You heard an airy sigh as in the corner of your eye, a silhouette appeared to hop on the bar stool next to you. After a moment of utter disbelief, you carefully tilted your sight from your ring finger to the person now next to you. Following the bright red string that only you could see, its path ended at his crossed arms. You caught sight of the end on the ring finger of his right hand, tucked beneath his left elbow.

The revelation paralyzed you and your gaze, unable to look away. Your mind realized that if you continued to gawk at him, you would raise suspicions and give off the worst first impression ever. But your body seemed to refuse to listen, as you took in everything about the first “soulbro” you had ever met.

The bottom layer of his dark brown hair was short. His top layer curled towards his face with a wave to it. He wore a somewhat oversized black graphic tee. His face was young and his eyes were sharp, but they had a small, kind droop to them that you could miss easily at a mere glance. As he continued his conversation that you had muted out, his smile shone not only on his lips but in his eyes.

The amount of time that past with you looking at the boy become well over uncomfortable when you attempted to get your wits together just in time for you to look back at the waiter, looking back at you. Panicking, you supposed he had come back to you for your order.

“Oh, uh, eggs, sunnyside up, and bacon. And an orange juice.” You looked away quickly, but back at the waiter again briefly when you swear he was giving you a look drowning in suspicion. With a modest amount of shame, you looked down again, menu extended and lips pursed. You were too embarrassed to look up again as he took the menu, saying the typical “i’ll be right back with your drink blablabla”.

“I’ll have the usual,” your soul bro told him casually after you placed your order.

The waiter left, leaving you completely stiff and nervous, the prescence of the person next to you making you incredibly uneasy. In attempt to calm yourself, you exhaled. Okay. Calm down. Like Rowan said, everything is going to be fine. There’s a reason this guy’s connected to me. I can do it. Just make small talk, get to know him. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? As your nerves returned to a healthy level, you shyly looked at him again. It appeared he still wasn’t paying much attention to you, currently you were just a person he happened to be sitting next to in a crowded restaurant. You thought of what to do, trying to think of anything casual to discuss. What did Canadians talk about?

Without any critical thinking from you whatsoever, you turned your torso towards him as you asked him:

“Hey, did you see the hockey game last night? Pretty intense, right?”

IMBECILE. COMPLETE MORON. YOU FUCKING SOUP CAN. your brain called you names as you realized how stupid you just sounded. You had successfully concocted the lie that you watched hockey while simultaneously just assuming the now bewildered looking boy watched hockey because, oh, we’re in Canada.

He did a double-take, completely taken aback. He hadn’t realized at first that you were talking to him. Or he did, but he just took a moment to actually process the weird and confusing moment. “Uh, What?” was all he could respond with. Understandably. Petrification hit you yet again, causing your gaze to fumble around and words and thoughts jumble into a complete mess as stutters were all your mouth could formulate.

A laugh sounded from him afterwards, stopping the mess you were experiencing as you looked at him again. It wasn’t like a small “ha” or “hahaha?” laugh, he was cracking up. Maybe you should’ve felt bad like “oh, he’s laughing at me im such an idiot”, but it somehow didn’t feel like he was shaming or embarrassing you at all. As he gradually recovered to form sentences, he wiped his eyes and looked at you with a quirked brow.

“Your visiting, right?”

“Uhm, ah, yes,” you almost mumbled.

“Well, first, welcome to Canada, and second, hockey season doesn’t start until the fall,” he informed you gently. You gave a small “oh” sound, shifting awkwardly in your seat.

“Where are you from?” he asked curiously, still smiling kindly. You told him where, which he hummed to in understanding. A very brief silence loomed over, causing the panic to set back in your body. “How long have you been here?”

“Oh, maybe a couple,” you paused, almost quickly about to say that for all you knew, you had only been there for at the most an hour. “Late last night, I haven’t gotten the chance to do anything here yet.”

Well if you couldn’t get any more suspicious than asking someone seemingly Canadian if they had seen the nonexistent hockey game the other night, you had just changed your answer for how long you had been in the country mid-sentence. If this guy was an immigration officer, you’d be fucked.

He at least pretended that he didn’t seem to mind and nodded. You tried to ease into a conversation again by looking over your shoulder at the crowded seating.

“Is it always this busy at 8 in the morning?”

“No,” somebody else answered. You looked back across the bar to see the waiter, setting down your iced orange juice, with an orange wedge squeezed onto the rim of the glass and a little hot pink umbrella. He then put glass of an iced dark drink which you presumed to be coffee, black, towards your “friend”. “We got a U.S. tour group stop by for breakfast this morning. Could’ve warned us about it, but they just came out of nowhere.”

“I was about to ask, its way too crowded for this time in the day,” the soulbro nodded. He looked back at you and quickly arched his brows and “oh”ed before uncomfortably putting his arms in front of him in a shy/defensive gesture.

“Excuse me, my name is Chan Lee. I forgot to introduce myself.” You swiftly told him it was okay and introduced yourself next.

“And I’m Jack. Just call that guy Dino.”

“That’s not my name,” you watched Chan roll his eyes.

“Sure it is! You look like a dinosaur, so why not?”

“I don’t look like a dinosaur, Jack.”

“You’re not gonna admit that if you squint really really hard, you kind of look like one?”

“Jack, Table 10’s order is ready!”

“Shouldn’t you be going now?”

As he hurriedly left, he yelled back, “THIS ISN’T OVER!”

The interaction made you laugh, turning Chan’s attention back towards you. You both took sips of your drinks as the conversation steadily became more casual.

“So… Dino?” you started back up. He groaned.

“Just a name my friends call me. It’s not my favorite.”

“Well…” you squinted at him a bit. You saw it.

“Yeah, just forget it,” he waved it off, with a skeptical face. Your grin widened and a laugh left you.

Taking a sip of your orange juice, you felt a shiver run through you. It was hot outside, but that seemed to instantly mean intense cooling inside as always. As you set your glass down, you looked back at Chan. “I thought Canada was supposed to be cold.”

“It is, in the winter. Summer gets pretty hot in Toronto though,” he explained between sips of his own drink. You nodded, Toronto wasn’t incredibly North.

As the small talk continued, you were surprised by how easy it was to get to know him. It turned out Rowan was right after all. This wasn’t incredibly difficult. But even though it wasn’t hard to converse, you still couldn’t place exactly what you were supposed to be doing to help the guy out. You knew one of the people you were going to meet would be your soulmate, as much as that terrified you. But you couldn’t just assume everyone was going to be the “one” or whatever. You figured you had to dig deeper. But that was going to be tough, or at least you thought. How were you supposed to potentially change somebody’s life in one day?

“So, what do you do?” you asked. You were almost surprised by your own “boldness”. Well, bold for you.

“Hmm?” he seemed to momentarily leave and enter back in the discussion, setting down his coffee. “Oh, I’m a student in medicine at University of Toronto.” You nodded.

“Medicine, eh? What do you want to be?”

He chuckled hesitantly, seeming somewhat fake. Oh?

“Yeah, I don’t really know yet.” Oh. That’s when you thought: Maybe he’s one of those students that don’t actually know/like what they’re studying? Medicine seemed like one of those fields where students would enter to satisfy some sort of familial standard. Not necessarily because they themselves wanted it. You hesitated as you stirred your juice with your straw. Should you ask?

“Your orders!” the waiter, Jack, slipped from behind the bar with both your orders. Even though you hadn’t come together. He slid your platter towards you and then Chan’s. Your glimpse at his food showed you a stack of pancakes doused in cream and strawberries. Nice.

Naturally, the conversation was interrupted as you had now received your food, conversation becoming relatively minimal. Thankfully, after he finished his meal first with you close behind, the conversation stayed.

“Any plans for what your doing while your here?”

“Ahh,” you paused. Maybe this was your chance to spend the rest of the day with him? But how to do so without coming on too strong and scaring him away? ‘Lmao, you’ ‘How bout YOU show me the town tonight, big boy ;)))’ ‘Greetings soulmate, allow me to follow you for the day and reveal your deepest, darkest emotions so I may heal you’ ‘I have come from afar to change your life’.

“... nothing?” before you realised it, you were taking way too long to think of an excuse and Chan had caught on to your speechlessness.

“...no, haha?” you smiled nervously. Your smile must have been contagious, as he then reflected it.

“Well, some people like to go down to the TU campus-”

“Are you here alone, though?” Jack had leaned against the bar from the other side, more liberated to socialize now that the tour group he complained about earlier had left.

“Yeah, just me!” you nodded towards him.

“That’s no fun,” he groaned. He beamed up and leaned over the bar, towards you. “Want me to show ya around?!”

With all due respect to Jack, you had shit to do. Specifically with Chan. You tried keeping a straight face while you looked away, pretending to consider the premise. Before you could gently turn down the offer, you looked over at Chan as he spoke up.

“I thought you said you were busy today?” he seemed annoyed.

“When did I say that?”

“When I asked if you wanted to hang out today last night,” Jack had a face that seemed like he was searching his brain for answers when he “oohhhh”ed.

“I forgot,” he seemed distraught and mildly upset. “I’m covering Wendy’s shift today while she’s at her friend’s wedding…”

You gave a small laugh, “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“No, it’s not,” he groaned. “Sightseeing by yourself is, like, boring as fuck.”

“Some people, believe it or not, like having that kind of time to themselves,” Chan defended.

“Blah, blah, that’s bullshit,” Jack argued back, almost like a toddler. He then gasped and yelled, “YOU CAN SHOW HER AROUND!”

“JACK,” he simply stated.

“C’mon! Don’t you want a real local to show you around?” the question was directed at you. Chan also hesitantly looked at you, awaiting a response.

“Uhhh, I mean,” you hesitated. “It sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to impose on anyone-”

“Meh, Chan had nothing to do today, anyways,” he shrugged. “It’s not a problem, right?” He directed his question towards Chan.

You shyly looked at him, when he met your gaze he quickly looked away, flustered and struggling to find his words. “Uhm, well no-”

“PERFECT!” he hopped over the bar counter (who the fuck was this dude) and pulled you both up from your seats by your arms. “Chan’s been needing a date.”

“A d-date?”

“Now, GO HAVE FUN,” he dragged you out towards the entrance and pushed you both out the restaurant.

Did you just get kicked out?

Now it was just the two of you, awkwardly standing on the sidewalk at the entrance to the restaurant, standing by the side to not impede pedestrian traffic. A brief silence filled with awkwardness, confusion, and tension swept over as you looked at him in confusion.

“We didn’t even pay?”

“Y-yeah,” he scratched his head, looking back inside. “Well, it’s coming out of his check.”

“Ah…” you awkwardly pulled at the bottom of your shirt.

“Yeah, so…” he rubbed his hands together. “I’m so sorry, about all of this. Jack is… unusual. He means well, though. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your stay here, so you totally don’t have to do what he says, I can give you a few places to go, tips, recommendations for food, photo ops-”

You breathed deeply as you watched him talk. His looks were nothing to sneeze at, and him rambling on made you tune out as it only drew you more towards his face. He made eye contact, making you flinch, unnoticeably perhaps as he just looked away and kept talking. As much as you tried to not think about what Rowan said about the soulmate, you couldn’t help but at least wonder. Well, it was more like daydreaming.

Before you could finish admiring him and tune back into what he was telling you, you found his mouth stop moving and his face look towards you, waiting for interaction on your part.

“Oh, uhm, ah,” you not so charismatically brainstormed to find the words you were looking for. “Actually, I was… uhm…” You folded your arms across in front of you in an instinctively defensive manner. “I would appreciate being shown Toronto by a local, kind of like what Jack said. That is, if you actually wanted to, I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want to do, after all-”

“Okay, I can do that.” You stopped dead in your sentence when he said that, trying to suppress the light fluttery feeling of happiness that welled up inside of you. You smiled wide, only slightly embarrassed by your probably red cheeks.

“Really? Oh, thank you so much-”

“Don’t mention it,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Besides, I think we get along pretty well, anyways.”

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To start, he took you down to University of Toronto’s campus where you could see a few people, young and old, laid out on blankets. Some were having picnics, some were just enjoying the day, all in the shade. The temperature had gotten higher from when you first woke up, to a point that you couldn’t ignore it.

Nervously, Chan asked if you would like your picture taken there, which you said yes to. You posed cutely along a tree for a short few minutes, before the heat began to set and he proposed going to cool down in the visitor’s centre. As you did so, you thought to bring up the topic of what he was majoring in.

“Medicine, huh?”

“Hmm?” he set down his can of coke that he got from the vending machine. “Oh, yeah.”

“Do you… like it?” he didn’t make any eye contact as he just sat staring at the can, tracing the rim with his finger.

“Can’t say,” he said. “It’s not the worst thing, I don’t hate it. I think the idea is cool, and the stuff I’m learning isn’t all that bad, but…” he took a deep breath. “I have no idea of telling if this is what I was meant to do.”

Silence overtook the both of you for awhile. You definitely understood. You didn’t know what you were going to graduate with a degree in when you first went to college, either. That part of your life was so hard, you remembered. Leaving home, living by yourself, starting your journey to the rest of your life. It was terrifying. It was lonely. No matter the amount of support you got, you still didn’t have what you thought you needed. Someone, something, anything to tell you what to do.

Afterwards, he decided to take you to the Toronto sign with the fountain. You took the trolleys, falling in love with the idea at first and soon realizing it was still public transport and wasn’t some Cinderella carriage. It was pretty busy to, the two of you were packed in, and while the AC was doing its best to keep up, it just wasn’t made to withstand the heat. It was up to about 96 degrees, you overheard some other people saying who were complaining about it.

“It’s so freaking hot,” he groaned as he shook his shirt, trying to create some sort of flowing air. “You came on a pretty bad day. I mean, it’s not Canada day, but still.”

“Yeah, the heat is killing me,” you laughed, fanning yourself. “At least I got to meet you, though!” You stated a little too enthusiastically. You could’ve sworn the person you were standing over looked up at the two of you, as if watching some sort of drama or crime taking place.

Nonetheless, Chan became shy again, scratching his hair a little as he smiled and awkwardly looked out a window. As he did, his eyes shot open as he then stated “crap” and grabbed your hand as he pulled you off the trolley at the stop that the trolley was just about to leave. Once you both were out of danger of being crushed by the doors, he instantly spurted out a bunch of apologies, which you needed to quelm.

He calmed down, and after he let go of your hand in a silly, flustered way, you headed to the fountain. Along the way, you stopped and asked if you could get some ice cream, to which he happily obliged. Hopping into a sweets shop for a moment, you both got your respective favorite flavors in cones. You paid, after much arguing on both of you insisting you would cover it, Chan threw in the towel after witnessing your aggressive assertiveness to pay.

“I’ll just have to pay next time!” he ended with, handing you your cone after holding them while you fumbled with your bag, which still seemed suspiciously prepared for whatever you could need. You smiled a little, almost solemnly. You thought about staying in contact, but you remembered the reason you were there with him in the first place. To fulfill some sort of purpose you were meant to do with him, and go on to the next one. This day was technically supposed to be the only one where you would spend time with him at all. It’s not like you could come to Toronto, or wherever your “soul bros” were whenever you felt like it. You had a busy job that worked you as hard as it could within the legal (though you had your doubts at times) limits.

You made it to the sign, and it was crowded. And hot again. The ice cream helped minimally, and you could hardly stand the heat. The photo op was ruined quite a few times by kids who were climbing around the sign, but you did manage to get a nice picture with the second ‘T’. Someone offered to take a picture of the two of you, which Chan hesitantly complied to. You understood nearly instantly why, as the minute he stood by you, you realized how weird it was going to look. In a brave attempt to prevent the weird picture you came closer and wrapped an arm around him, posing with a peace sign. You didn’t catch his reaction, smiling at the person who was taking your picture with Chan’s phone. You heard the faint shutter click over the noise of a thousand demons (commonly known as children), as the stranger then put down the phone and came up to Chan and gave him his phone back. You said thank you, followed by a hurried one from Chan, who seemed flustered. You turned to look at him, seeing his face was flushed, maybe just due to the heat, but the rush of heat that you felt the second you came in contact made you think otherwise.

“You guys make a nice couple!” the stranger complimented with a genuine smile before he left. Oh, boy.

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as you tried to peak at the photo. You saw yourself smiling, fairly brightly, while leaning on a surprised Chan who was looking at you as opposed to the camera. The ‘T’ was practically illegible, as well.

“I blame the photographic technique,” you playfully patted his shoulder. He chuckled, and then groaned.

“I suck at posing for pictures,” he stated. “I think I have one good selfie I’ve ever taken. I had weird hair then, too.”

“Let’s take a better one, then!” you suggested.

“I’d rather be done with my complimentary sweat soak first.”

“Good point,” you giggled. “Any plans on what to do?”

“Hmm,” he seemed to think, though only for a brief second. “We could go to the aquarium. I’ve never been and I’d think it’s air conditioned.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

Oh, it was a plan. Maybe not one where you weighed the pros and cons of, but a plan. Everything was fine until you got there. It appeared as if everyone else in the city had the same plan as you did. The line for tickets was enormous, and the aquarium itself was packed.

You stayed regardless, at least it was cool. You started by walking through some more isolated halls with fish tanks. All sorts of colorful fish from yellow, blue, and red swam aside you, back and forth. You’d point out a fish you thought looked nice every once in awhile, or one that was doing something funny.

Chan tried to take some pictures of the fish, to which he voiced some disappointment of because the glass hindered it. As you went further in, more kids started showing up and running around, bumping into the two of you. As minimally irritating as it was, at one point a little girl came running full speed and crashed into Chan. She fell down, and he had suddenly pushed into you a bit.

Before you could understand that was what happened yourself, Chan crouched down and asked if she was okay. You watched them as the girl got up and looked down at a scratch she got.

“I think I hurt my knee,” the girl spoke shyly.

“Uh oh, do you want to get a band aid for it?” he asked gently. She nodded silently. You smiled at how he handled the situation with care. Several college students would be angry as all hell if a kid ran into them. You commended his patience.

“I think I have one with me,” you kneeled down to the girl and started searching your backpack. You pulled out one and took the packaging off, applying it as she let you.

“Thank you!” she beamed. She turned to run off again but paused, turning around and waving. You both waved back before getting back up on your feet.

“I see you, Doctor Lee. You’d nail the pediatrician vibe if you went that way,” you mildly teased him. He laughed, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, I guess that would be cool.” You hesitated a moment before you began walking further into the aquarium.

“I don’t know if my career is what I’m meant to do, either.”

He looked at you quickly enough for you to feel a minitare draft hit your face. You continued.

“Working is hard, no matter what your doing. My mother always told me to never pick your favorite hobby as your career. Then that hobby becomes your job. And I think there is some truth to that…” you stopped at a dimly lit jellyfish tank and stared at the purple tentacles.

“But I also don’t see the problem with loving your job. Yes, it becomes a job, but doesn’t that just make you love it all the more?” You took a long pause, sneaking a glance at Chan. He was staring at the tank, as if thinking about your words.

“Even if your job isn’t your favorite, why can’t you learn to love it anyway? Someone’s gotta do it. Your role matters. Medicine is so important in that regards. You get to make people’s lives better, longer, and less painful. You can give them the chance to find the meaning that we are all searching for in our little lives. Maybe some people feel that sense of what they’re meant to do. And maybe some need more time to figure that out.”

Your monologue finished, leaving you two in the silence of the one place in the aquarium that wasn’t loud and bombarded with people. For awhile you both stood there, just staring at the slow movements the jellyfish made. Something about the moment made you feel that you had done what you came to do.

“... Thanks,” Chan broke the silence. You smiled and looked over at him.

“It’s no problem.”

After the aquarium, you realized how late it was. The evening produced the wash of orange and yellow that was starting to light up all the street lamps. It only seemed to encourage younger people out to enjoy the night on the town. Traffic seemed worse and more people were out on the streets.

“Hey, (y/n),” Chan initiated as you slowly walked down the street together. “Today was lots of fun. Seriously. I really enjoyed it.”

“Hey, I did too!” you replied.

“I just wanted to say thanks. I thought I was gonna stay in all day and do nothing but this was so much better than that. Like, I don’t wanna be cheesy or anything, I feel like we were almost meant to meet in that stupid diner.” You chuckled to yourself. If only he knew.

“I get it, I felt the same way.”

You kept walking together like that until you came to a park and decided to sit. The two of you kept talking and talking until somehow, in your exhaustion, you managed to fall dead asleep on his shoulder. Though you didn’t notice, Chan surely did as his cheeks grew red and his lips curled into a smile, looking back up at the painted sky.

#reader-insert #chan x reader #chanxreader #dinoxreader #dino x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen #seventeen imagines #dino imagine #chan imagine #chan lee #dino

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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The Best Years

Summary: Luke and Caroline adjust to life with Charlie.

A/N: This might be my new obsession. Feel free to come chat about any ideas you have about this family so I can continue to drag this out from here until forever.

Content: *wonders why I still bother with this when we all know the content I create* Soft. It’s soft.

Word Count: 3.4k

And away, and away we go!

Luke rolled over in his sleep, Caroline’s side of the bed warm, but empty. His eyelids were heavy as he struggled to open them. He was about to call out for her when the green blinking of the baby monitor caught his attention. With a yawn, he pushed himself out of bed, shuffling across the hall. There, in the soft glow of a nightlight, Caroline sat up with Charlie, gently swaying back and forth in the rocking chair. “I know,” she was murmuring softly. “I know you want to be held. I know it’s scary. And I want to hold you and make you not scared. But, Charlie, Momma needs sleep.”

Luke leaned in the doorframe, the wood creaking. Caroline’s head snapped up to see him smiling at her, curls wild from sleep. “I’ll take him,” he whispered, crossing the room to her. “Go get some sleep, Care.”

“Lu, I’m fine,” she protested as he lifted the baby from her, tucking Charlie against his shoulder.

“Shh, little man. I gotcha,” he soothed when the infant let out a noise of dissatisfaction from being moved. “When did he last eat?”

“Couple minutes ago.” She stretched back into the rocking chair, her mouth dropping open as she yawned. “There’s more in the fridge if he gets hungry again. Just warm it up a little. Not too much. Just to ro-.” Her sentence got cut off as she fell asleep.

“Shit, Momma’s asleep, little man. No, I know, it’s a good thing. But I can’t leave her in the chair all night. And I can’t put her to bed while holding you. So I gotta put you down for a second, okay? Yeah, I know you’re not gonna like it, but I’ll be quick.” Luke placed Charlie in the swing, clicking it onto the first setting so it gently swayed side to side. “Right back,” he promised before turning back to Caroline. “Okay, up we go.” He placed one arm under her knees, the other just under her shoulder blades, cradling her to him.

“Charlie,” she mumbled in her sleep as her fingers bunched around Luke’s tank top.

“Shh, I got it. Just rest, Momma,” he told her as he placed her in bed and covered her with the blanket.

Caroline woke up to find both her boys asleep in the guest room, Charlie tucked safely between Luke’s chest and his boppy.

~~~

“Happy Father’s Day, Lu,” Caroline grinned as she passed him the gift after a lazy morning of breakfast in bed and plenty of baby cuddles.

Luke sat up to rest his back against the headboard of their bed, Charlie sitting on one of his legs. “Oh, what do we got, little man?” he asked, his tone high with excitement as he reached in the gift bag and pulled out a picture frame with a picture of him asleep on the couch with Charlie asleep on his shoulder already behind the glass.

“I know it’s not much, but,” Caroline started, but Luke cut her off.

“No. I love it. Thank you, baby.”

“Well, it’s your day. Whaddya wanna do?”

“Kinda liking just laying here with you guys.”

“Really?” she frowned. “Lu, it’s your first Father’s Day. I know he’s little, but if you want to go out, we can.”

“Nah,” Luke waved her off. “I got you guys. That’s all I need.”

~~~

Caroline’s pout didn’t leave her face the whole drive over to Ashton and Britt’s. “Care, he’s gonna be fine,” Luke told her, his hand giving her thigh a squeeze. “It’s just one night.”

“I’m still gonna miss him, Lu,” she sighed, looking over her shoulder into the backseat. She waved at Charlie through the little mirror, who stared back at her those grey eyes. It was a much softer grey than when he had first been born, and she reveled in the fact that he would have Luke’s eyes to go with that little pixie nose. And Luke’s curls, even if they were the same dark brown color as her own hair.

“I’m gonna miss him too, Care. But,”

“But he loves being with Britt and Ash. And we deserve a night out,” she deadpanned the reasons they’d been telling themselves for the last month.

“Hey, look at me,” he coaxed, putting the car in park in Ashton’s driveway.

Caroline peeled her eyes away from her son to look at Luke. Her bottom lip quivered. “Lu…”

His thumb caught the tear halfway down her cheek. “Do you wanna take our boy back home?”

“What?” She wasn’t sure she heard him correctly, having not expected the question at all.

“Look, I can tell Ash that something came up. I can cancel the room. And we can go back home and have a night in.”

“Lu, I- no. No, we’re doing this. The plans are already made. We’re already here. Plus, the longer we put this off, the harder it’ll be later. We deserve this. We all do.”

“That’s my girl.”

~~~

“Oh, fuck,” Caroline marveled as they walked across the lobby. “When’s the last time we stayed in a hotel this fancy?”

“Mmm, Korea. When you surprised me for my birthday that one year.”

“No… has it really been that long?”

“Nah, probably not. There were probably others. But that one sticks out.”

“Is that so?” she teased, knowingly.

“Oh, yeah,” he grinned. “Korea was awesome.”

“You call Britt damn near killing me the first day ‘awesome’?”

“Yeah, cuz that’s what made it awesome. Plus, Britt never woulda actually killed ya.” He shot her a wink before turning his attention to the receptionist behind the desk. “Hi, room for Bennett,” he said, giving forth her last name that they always booked their room under.

The receptionist tapped away at the keyboard before getting their keys. “Room 3405. Elevators are to your left. Enjoy your stay.”

“Room service or hot tub?” Caroline asked, practically skipping her way to the elevator.

“What if I told you I got us the room with the fancy tub so we don’t have to choose?”

“I’d said I love you Luke Bennett!” she laughed.

“Oh, we’re taking your name are we? See, here’s the problem with that,” he said, wrapping her close as they waited for the elevator. “Our son already has my name. And I quite like my name, too.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re supposed to say ‘And I love you too, Caroline Hemmings!’”

“How about I ask you to be Caroline Hemmings, instead?” he asked. One hand dropped from around her to reach into his pants pocket, producing the small ring box.

She whirled around in his arms to look up at him. “Lu…”

“Say yes, Care. Say yes, so I can spend all night showing you how I’ll make this the best choice of your life.”

“Yes!”

~~~

“So, how was your night, Mrs. Merch Girl?” Ashton teased when they dropped by to pick up Charlie early the next afternoon.”

“You knew?!” Caroline asked in surprise, taking Charlie from his arms.

“Course I knew,” he smirked.

“Then maybe you could have coached him better on his proposal.”

Luke crossed his arms over his chest, fake glaring at his fiancee and friend. “Hey! I did what felt right in the moment. And you said yes, didn’t you?”

“Aw, mate… ya butchered the delivery? Well, I guess not everyone has your girl’s expertise.” Ashton clapped Luke on the shoulder, his cocky smirk wide as ever.

“Don’t tease him,” Caroline defended Luke, swatting at Ashton’s arm. “At least it doesn’t take Luke forever to ask a question he knows the answer to.”

Ashton’s eyes flashed at the laughed insult and Caroline danced away from him. “Nuh-uh. Can’t hit me, I have the baby.”

“Fine,” Ashton muttered before punching Luke’s arm instead.

~~~

“Can you say ‘rawr!’?” Caroline asked, as she drew up the hood of Charlie’s dinosaur jacket. “Ready? Rawr!”

Charlie blew bubbles at her.

“Eh, close enough.”

“Care, are you sure we can’t squeeze in just a little bit of trick or treating in before the party? Like around the block?” Luke’s voice asked as he came into the baby’s room.

“Lu, he’s only five months.”

“So? We can eat his candy.”

“We have candy here,” she pointed out.

The man pouted. “Please, Care? We can take him over to the guys’ places and just pretend.”

“Fine. Take dino-boy.”

“Yes! You hear that, little man? You’re going trick or treating!” Luke swooped Charlie up and sat back carefully in the rocking chair while fake screaming “Aaahhhh! Dino-boy’s gonna get me! Oh no!”

Charlie Hemmings was the cutest trick-or-treater his aunties and uncles had ever seen.

~~~

Charlie’s eyes were wide as he watched the lights twinkle on the Christmas tree at Luke’s parents house. “Yeah, they’re pretty, aren’t they Charlie?” Liz asked him as she held him on her hip. “You know I was worried you guys wouldn’t want to come this year.”

“What? Mum, I always spend Christmas with you,” Luke laughed.

“I know, but I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about flying with Charlie. It’s a long flight for anyone, much less a baby.”

“Oh I bet it was nothing,” Ben started to tease.

“Yeah, Mum. Luke’s a big shot with a private jet, remember? Had the whole flight to themselves,” Jack joined in.

Luke rolled his eyes while everyone else laughed. “Honestly, Mum, it was fine,” Caroline told Liz.

“Your parents weren’t upset?”

“Mum, we’ve been over this,” Luke cut back in. “Care’s parents get Thanksgiving. You guys get Christmas.”

“Thanksgiving...” the Hemmings shuddered collectively.

“It’s not all bad,” Luke shrugged. He had personally come to like the American holiday because of all the food.

~~~

Caroline could hear the happy babble as she walked downstairs. “Can you say ‘Dada’? Try it! Dada. Dada, dada, dada. Ow, no, that’s my nose.”

She giggled watching Charlie grab at Luke’s nose, bubbles around his lips as he tried to make sounds beyond his high-pitched coos.

“No, not ‘eeeeAH!’,” Luke mimicked the coo. “Dada. Dada. Dada. Dada. Oh! Look, there’s Momma. Can you say ‘Momma’? Momma. Dada.”

Caroline sat next to them on the couch, hand ruffling at Luke’s hair before smiling at Charlie. “C’mon, little man,” she encouraged, tickling his ribs to make him laugh. “C’mon. Momma. Mom-ma.”

“Mmmuhhh mmmomm,” Charlie babbled.

“Yes!” she cheered, snatching him close to her. “That’s right! I’m Momma. Now who’s that?” She shifted so that the eight month old boy could see Luke. “Who’s that?” she asked again, poking at Luke. “Is that Dada?”

“Ppppaaa papapapa,” Charlie shrieked happily, grabbing for Luke.

“Works for me!” Luke grinned at his son. “Yes. That’s Momma,” he pointed at Caroline. “And I’m Dada or Papa, I guess. We’ll work on that d sound. And you’re Charlie!”

Charlie responded with a babbled shriek that followed Luke’s own pitch change.

~~~

“Can you believe that we met four years ago?” Caroline asked, her eyes soft with amazement.

“And now you’re my wife,” Luke answered her, his voice thick with emotion.

She leaned her head back in the pillows, giggling. “I’m your wife! Fuck! That’s so fun to say!”

“I’m sorry it didn’t happen the way it should’ve.”

She turned on her side to face him, his hands crossed underneath his head, peering up at the ceiling. “Hey, don’t do that.”

“You deserved better than a wedding thrown together in six months. You deserve a honeymoon traveling through Europe for a month, not a weekend out of town. You deserve so much more than I’ve given you.” He kept his gaze on the ceiling, finishing his train of thought with a sniff.

“I just said not to do that,” she said as she rolled on top of him, grabbing at his chin to tilt his head so he would look at her. “It’s not about the wedding or the honeymoon. It’s just a day. It’s just a trip. You want to know what does matter?”

He looked at her expectantly.

“It matters that you’re a good dad to Charlie, and a good partner to me. And you are. You do so much for me and that little boy. And we love you so much for it. And,” she would have gone on to express that she meant every word of her vows about loving him until the end of time, but both of their phones started ringing. She checked the caller IDs, frowning. “It’s Britt, hold on.”

“Yeah, Ash is calling me, too. Take it,” he said, showing her his own phone lit up with Ashton’s contact.

“Hello?” they both answered their phones.

“Hhhheeeey, sorry to bother you on your honeymoon and all,” Britt started, much too slowly for Caroline’s liking.

She cut her friend off with a tense, “What’s wrong with Charlie, Britt?”

“Long story short, we think he has an ear infection so we’re taking him to the doctor.”

“I'll meet you there as soon as I can.”

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s not anyone’s fault, Britt. We’re leaving now.”

“Nah, man, don’t worry about it. Shit happens. We’re on our way,” Luke was saying as Caroline hung up with Britt and started gathering their stuff. “Okay, I will definitely make this up to you,” he told her as he stepped into his jeans that were pooled up by the side of the bed.

“Did Ash tell you what happened?” She threw their belongings back in their suitcase, not caring enough to fold them properly.

“Had a fever last night. Gave him some medicine. He went down for the night. Woke up crying, rubbing at his ear, and the fever’s back.” His voice got muffled as his head went through his shirt. “You ready to go?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and shoes.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she nodded, eyes darting around the room. She was missing something.

“Care?”

“Yeah?”

“I know my shirt falls practically to your knees, but you wanna put some real clothes on?”

Her eyes went wide with realization before throwing the suitcase open and digging through it. “Yep. Great idea.”

After another frenzied dash about the room, her teeth worried her bottom lip as she kept her eyes glued to the numbers signally the floor level in the elevator. “C’mon, c’mon,” she hurried under her breath.

“He’ll be alright, Care.” Luke’s fingers slowly worked to unclench her fist, crescent shapes dug into her palm.

“I know. I just-”

“I know.”

Caroline wasn’t sure what was worse. The look in Luke’s eyes that went so much deeper than just concern for their son; like somehow he personally had failed his family. The slow elevator ride- did elevators move this slow all the time? Or the somehow even slower Uber ride to the airport, flight back to Los Angeles, and then the last Uber ride to the hospital. They didn’t say a word, instead communicating via worried glances, troubled sighs, and holding each other tight.

“Hemmings, Charlie,” Caroline’s voice was hurried and breathless as she gripped the receptionist desk.

A sharp whistle cut off whatever the nurse was going to tell her. “Luke, Care, we’re in here,” Ashton said.

Caroline sprinted over to Ashton while Luke muttered a fast, “Thank you,” to the nurse before following his wife who already had a- very happy- Charlie cradled to her.

“Just a little ear infection,” the doctor was saying. “Nothing to fret over. I told your friends they were free to take him home, but they insisted you were on your way and would want to talk.”

“Dadadada,” Charlie babbled, writhing in his mother’s arms when he saw Luke.

“Hey, little man,” Luke smiled, taking him from Caroline. “You think it’s funny scaring everyone?”

“Care, we’re so sorry,” Britt started.

The other woman held up her hand. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

“But your honeymoon…”

“Not important.”

“I’m gonna run over to the pharmacy to get this filled. Then Britt and I will take Charlie back to our place if you guys wanna head on back to your trip, or...” Ashton let the end of his proposition hang in the air, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“It’s up to you, Care,” Luke told her.

Caroline looked between her friends and son. Charlie was fine. Happy even. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to deal with another flight back up to San Francisco just to fly back home again tomorrow. But they could still enjoy an empty home, knowing that if anything did happen, they’d just be a short drive away. “If you guys don’t mind taking him, that’d be great. But I just want to go home, if that’s okay, Lu.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” Luke nodded.

She smiled, reaching forward to rub at Charlie’s back. “Whaddya think, little man? Want to go back to Uncle Ash and Auntie Britt’s house?”

“Sshhhh, bbbbb!” Charlie responded, clapping his hands.

“Okay, but stop scaring people, mister!” She made a fake stern face and wagged her finger in front of him.

“Mmmuhh mmmmomm.”

Ashton took that as his cue to run over to the pharmacy while the rest of them moved to the waiting room. “Okay, seriously, can you two stop with the whipped puppy dog look?” Caroline scolded her husband and friend in a hushed whisper as Charlie started to nod off on Luke’s shoulder. “Nothing is ruined.”

“But-”

“Lu, what did you tell Ash on the phone?”

“Not to worry about because shit happens.”

“Exactly. Shit happens. Our son got sick, and we did what we do when our son gets sick. That’s all that happened. So just… stop. Whatever guilt trip you’re taking yourselves on, stop.”

~~~

Charlie’s signature high-pitched screech had Caroline’s eyes snapping open. “Ow! Geez, little man,” Luke winced, holding Charlie out at arm’s length. “I thought we agreed to go on three.”

“What are my boys upto?” her voice rasped, still heavy with sleep.

“Ha-ppy Mother’s Day!” Luke cheered as he fell backwards on the bed, still holding Charlie away from him, arms fully extended. “Oh, no! Flying baby! Incoming! Aaaahhhh!” Luke moved his arms, Charlie moving with him, as he made airplane whooshing noises, the bedroom coming to life with laughter.

“Are you ready for your present?” Luke asked, breathless, as they laid amongst the pillows and blankets after the laughter died down.

“Aw, you got me a present?”

Luke’s eyes twinkled as he reached down beside the bed, grabbing blindly for the bag he’d been hiding. “Don’t gimme that fake innocent surprise. Of course I got you a present.”

Caroline gasped happily as he dropped the bag in her lap. “Oh, Lu!” she marveled, running her index finger across the soundwaves and the translation of “Happy Mother’s Day, Momma. We love you,” underneath it engraved in the wooden plaque. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, baby.”

~~~

“Okay, but what do people even do at a one year old’s birthday party?” Luke wondered as he tacked up the decorations around the house.

“I- you know what, I have no fuckin clue.”

“Then why are we doing this again?”

“Because our baby is one, Lu! And it’s just family, so it’ll just be like any other family get together.”

“But with cake, and presents, and shitty decorations.”

“Exactly.”

“Hey, Care?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. And I think you’re doing an awesome job as a mom.” With each word he took a step closer to her. “And you’re one hot ass wife,” he finished with a wink, his hands grazing along her hips before resting firmly on her ass.

Caroline’s cheeks flushed as she swatted at him. “Stop! You’re gonna make me blush. And cry.”

“Hey, I mean it. I don’t say it as often as I should, but I do mean it. You’ve made my life better, and complete than I thought possible. And I know I technically have Ash to thank for that, it’s because of you that we made it this far. You and Charlie are the best parts of my world.”

“I told you you were gonna make me cry!” she whined into his chest, sniffing back the tears. She felt his chest rumble with his throaty chuckle as his hands ran up and down her back. “And if we’re being sentimental, then I hope you know that you are the greatest love of my life, and the best dad to our son. And, no, I don’t tell you as often as I should, either. But I mean it, Luke. And I promise I’ll try to tell you more that you’re an amazing father and husband you are, and how I’m going to love you until the world stops turning, because you, Luke Hemmings, are my best years.”

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Tokyo Godfathers

Score: 10/10

There’s a reason why I gave this such a rare high rating. When I was watching it, I was internally like, “*excitement noises* I have not been this excited over an anime in such a long time, let alone for an anime movie. EVERYONE SHUT UP SO I CAN WATCH THIS EVEN IF I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY’RE SAYING.”

It’s not often that you come across really good movies, let alone masterpieces like this movie. The art is so good, the story made me feel like it was Christmas in October, and the characters really made me connect.

I know the subtitles used a whole lot of gay slurs and things like that, but Hana (the trans character in this tale) is treated well if we get past that huge hurdle. She truly owns up to herself. She doesn’t care what she’s called. She gets mad at people who misgender her. She gets mad if she’s forced to go to a men’s facility. She wants people to call her “an old hag” rather than “an old coot”. She just wants to be a mother even if she isn’t “biologically a woman” who can bear children. So when she comes across this kid, she thinks, “I will finally be a mother!” These are issues that real people face. These are issues that cisgendered people take for granted.

Madhouse really knocked it out of the park. Satoshi Kon is one of the biggest creators and directors in anime history. He’s known for horror and psychological works like Perfect Blue, Paprika, and Millennium Actress. I never expected him to be this good at making a movie that could move my soul like this. The characters were so far from perfect, yet I wanted the best for each of them. The way it handled everything was masterful. The dialogue worked so well and was witty, the voice actors (despite the main three not being in anything else for the most part) were so good at giving life to their characters, and the art blew me away in 2019 even though this was released in 2003. The only thing I didn’t quite like as much was the score during some parts of the movie, but it was subjectively good and just wasn’t to my taste (the Noragami soundtrack wasn’t a fav of mine either).

Just... watch the movie. If you can watch it around Christmas. It’s good for you.

Saiunkoku Monogatari

Score: 7.4/10

Yes, I binge-watched all 39 episodes in two days, what’s it to ya?! In reality, I just boosted the speed of the video.

Me throughout this show: Why do you all have triangle heads? What’s with that?

Okay, it’s the art style, and a lot of shoujo anime go with the concept that it looks good. Once you get over the art hurdle making me believe this was created in the early 2000s despite it being 3 years younger than Tokyo Godfathers, this turns out to be a really nice show. I just can’t believe they’re BOTH from Madhouse.

Remember Snow White with the Red Hair? Remember Akatsuki no Yona? If you liked those shows, you’re going to like this one... except it relies more on the political plot. It’s mostly about a woman wanting to pursue her dreams of being a politician in a male-dominated world. She’s entasked with helping this mess of a king to get his act together, and as much as I can try to prove that it’s surprisingly progressive (given the art and genre), I think that’d be spoiling it a little. The only character that actually bothered me was the prince who was voiced by Tomokazu Seki who honestly was a bit annoying and sounded so fake for me. However, this anime made me appreciate Hikaru Midorikawa’s voice as well as Houko Kuwashima who I’ve only heard voicing dead moms and only a few good characters here and there. Seriously, both of their voices are great. Toshiyuki Morikawa sounds good too, but we already knew that. I don’t like the OP or ED (or a whole lot of the music), but that’s the case for a lot of these 2005-era anime. Just like a lot of the anime on MAL, I do think this is an underrated show, but it does have its pitfalls if you’re just craving for a quick shoujo without any politics.

Full Metal Panic: Second Raid

Score: 7/10

I binge-watched this entire season while my parents were out for dinner and something else. It only took me a couple of hours because I boosted the speed.

I wanted to get a gif specifically from this season, so this one will have to do. So much wasted potential will this character (who’s one of two twins). I know they were trying to play the whole “twincest” thing, but I’m personally not a fan. They provided some cool fight scenes even at a certain cringe cost. The fact that Kyoto Animation animated this bumped the art from a 3 to an 8. It’s crazy how much the quality jumped after a new studio took over. Unfortunately, they didn’t take care of the next season. I know the main ship in the series is pretty clear, but this season made it closer to canon (too bad it took around 13 years to make the next season).

Kara no Kyoukai (movies: 5, 6, 7)

Score: Part Five: 7.5/10 Part Six: 5.8/10 Part Seven: 8.2/10

Not gonna lie, I watched the first four movies over a year ago and retained nothing. I had to read the Wikia to assist me and to begin with, I watched this to get into the “Type-Moon” universe (which consists of this and the Fate nonsense stuff), Yuki Kajiura’s score, and Maaya Sakamoto and Kenichi Suzumura voicing a couple. The score would probably change if I’d watched them regularly, but I digress because I watched movies 5-7 in one afternoon. Ufotable was pretty good at animating this and the voice acting worked really well. Yuki Kajiura’s music didn’t hit well at first when I was first watching the first few movies over a year ago because it wasn’t what I envisioned the score being, but once you get into the mood and mindset, it adds so much to the story. Although, I still really didn’t like part six. I thought it was a complete flop because I just want to get rid of anyone who believes i*cest is an okay thing. This isn’t Alabama. Go home. Not else to say here because this took so much commitment that I doubt anyone would watch it.

Paranoia Agent

Score: 8.6/10

With spoopy month coming to a close (already?!) I watched this anime earlier this month, but I forgot to write about it. That’s partly because there’s so much to unpack here. This was a thriller, psychological, horror anime by Satoshi Kon. That’s right, the first anime above was also done with him in the director’s seat. This anime was smart. There’s a reason why Robin Williams likes it! It was scary in the best of ways. It revealed a part of society that we see all the time but don’t talk about (especially in Japanese society where emotions are better kept concealed). Just the opening alone made me feel uneasy. The OP and ED were simplistic yet worked. I binge-watched the whole series because it was that gripping.

It was a little confusing at times, but that’s also because that’s just a common thing with horror anime. That suspense keeps us going. It keeps us on the edge of our seats. Who’s going to be the next victim of Shounen Bat? Episode 8 came out of nowhere for me, and I liked it. There were several scenes that sent shivers down my spine in the best way possible. It isn’t always “scary”, but it gives suspense.

Aoi Bungaku

This one is going to be reviewed a little differently. Since it has specific arcs, I’m going to review them as such!

Ningen Shikkaku: 8.2/10

We start off with a bang. Osamu Dazai was a man of suffering. This story really shows that. In this story, we see a man who’s desperate to know what makes him human. We see this through the eyes of a fictional character, but I personally view this as a semi-autobiography.

The art was chilling. The voice acting from Masato Sakai was surprisingly good. A lot of the time, voice acting from live-action actors just aren’t that great. Every time you think this character will get back on his feet, he falls deeper and deeper. It truly did make me wonder what made me human.

Sakura no Mori no Mankai no Shita: 3.9/10

That moment when the only thing that saves this arc is Nana Mizuki’s singing. Seriously, her jazz songs were awesome. Can’t say that about the rest. I mean, the art is good, but it’s Madhouse so most of their stuff is already good. The story wasn’t that original. Mind you, this was probably during a period where foreign influence was strong, and I haven’t read the original story, but... this is basically Salome (the opera) with some differences. Both have a crazy woman with a fixation over lifeless decapitated heads. Both have men that are captivated with her beauty so they give her what she wants because of that reason alone, they both murder religious people (monk/shrine maiden and a prophet), and both eventually realize that women can be crazy when they demand a lifeless head because you know, that’s just a red flag. Above all, it suffers from tonal shifts. You can’t have a woman turning moe then demand you bring her another head to play with. You can’t have Masato Sakai playing another main character that doesn’t fit him! Seriously, he doesn’t have the voice of a brute and just couldn’t do it. Overall, this arc was a mess, and I’m glad it was one of the shorter ones.

Kokoro: 7.6/10

This looked like a masterpiece compared to the last arc. I haven’t read Kokoro, but this made me go, “Huh, I don’t remember this happening.” That’s because they chose a certain part of the book (near the end apparently) and just went off that and created its own anime-original episode. Despite that, it was pretty good! There were some screaming discrepancies which did hurt its impression (because it made it feel out of place to the point where even I, as an uneducated anime viewer, could clearly see).

(I think this is from Kokoro but I might be wrong)

Hashire, Melos!: 8.9/10

Would you look at that? It’s the best arc of the series. Hashire, Melos was great. It had me going from beginning to end, and it’s the only arc that doesn’t have Masato Sakai playing the lead character. The art, the pacing, the storytelling, the story, the sound, the voice acting, and the art direction complemented each other so well. It made me far more interested in the original.

The Spider’s Thread: 6.6/10

If you look really close, you’ll notice that the creator of Bleach took over character design for this! It was okay. I found that it was a little cliche and lacklustre. Mamo is around so much that you probably have to do more than that to keep my attention, and this had the art going for it too. It just wasn’t that interesting. A heartless murderer is sent to hell after being executed. Moral of the story: Don’t be an asshole. Alright. Nice. I do understand that Ryuunosuke Akutagawa was one of the main establishers of the whole “Japanese Short Story” thing, but after seeing it so many times, I just didn’t get that same chill.

Hell Screen: 6.9/10

Another Akutagawa short story! This one had far more of an impact because this one hit closer to Akutagawa’s heart. Knowing the history of this piece of writing, you can see his desperation to stay relevant and true to his craft. It’s about a painter who wants to paint the town but finds out the city isn’t the bright light he sees in his mind. Everything goes ablaze. The art for this is stunning. I probably would’ve enjoyed this story more if it was placed in the middle of the series run rather than being the last story.

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The animation for this is terrible. There is no way around it. However, at least it’s funny. Still, close to being on the chopping block. It has the papa lion who’s played by Akio Ohtsuka, the straight-man middle lizard played by Kenjirou Tsuda, and the scumbag toucan played by Hiro Shimono. Yes, they all play Hero Academia villains. The jokes are pretty good for me.

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Given

Oh, would you look at that? It’s a music anime. *inhales* Music anime is a double-edged sword for me. I like having music interpreted and portrayed through one of my favourite mediums, but I don’t like them playing off music as some sort of easy gimmick and a joke. It’s like a shonen montage. “Let’s just have this guy train for two minutes and become a demigod”. But when you put an instrument into someone’s hand and demand the same, it sends me to another plane of angriness. So far, the romance is kind of cute... but Mafuyu kind of annoys me since his role in the BL dynamic is so clear just by his voice. Same with Uchida. You can only play so many thugs a season. Kyou? Good. Chika? Good. This guy? Good, but don’t do them all back-to-back! I don’t like the BL dynamic being so basic. However, my mind can be changed if done right.

Shinsekai Yori

Very interesting premise, their eyes are cute, and I’m a sucker for these so I’m gonna stick with it.

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starstruckstrawberrypainter · 4 years

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The protective steak

CHAPTER 1

Pairings: platonic Seventeen/vernon, seventeen friendship, seventeen family/Vernon/Sofia

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, mild angst, AU

Warning: mild violence

Note: Seventeen is a mafia that does illegal things to help good people from bad people.

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[Third person Pov]

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It was a normal day. As normal as it could be for them being in the mafia. They had a normal mission of infiltrating a group of drug smugglers who were causing too much trouble on the streets of Seoul.

The plan was simple; Vernon, The8, Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo and Scoups were to be the ones entering the premises in groups of three. Scoups, Jun and Hoshi had to mingle with the group of smugglers that wasn't that big in number, the smugglers had a meeting that Seventeen was aware of which is why they decided to act out the mission that day and time.

It wasnt difficult for three to blend in with their dirt covered face and filthy look that they seemed to pull of quite well. They just had to listen in on the meeting and figure out if there was particularly someone who brought their goods or if they did something else as well. The oy problem was that, they couldn't wear the stereo earbuds to communicate with other members but that was fine, it wasn't a big deal

While the other three had snuck off deeper into the area in search of the place where they stocked the drugs.

Quite simple if you ask them. They were also quite familiar with such simple missions. It wasnt anything special but just a normal job.

Woozi was guiding the members through their in ears while Jeonghan and Mingyu were waiting outside as their get away drivers.

"Wonwoo position?"

"We're outside the office which doesn't have that hard security."

"Yeah hyung is trying to muddle through it." Vernon supplied the answer which seemed to satisfy the rest of them.

"By the usual meeting time, you people have about 36 more minutes to get outside."

"That will be fine. Oh we're in." Wonwoo said in a deep voice that might not have any emotions in it but they could clearly hear the underlying victory in his tone.

The three walked in the office and slowly closed the door behind them.

It wasn't anything sophisticated rather consisted of a small table with 2 chairs on opposite sides facing each other. The room consisted of minimum furniture with a cabinet and a book shelf.

"Hopefully we will find the door behind the shelf." Hao said as the three pushed the shelf aside to locate a door.

"This feels very simple for a group doing a large damage." Vernon hummed and his reason seemed quite logical. It just felt like someone wasn't right but they didnt have time to dwell on their feelings as Wonwoo once again hacked through the password panel beside the door.

"Careful guys." Woozi warned in a small voice.

They just hummed in their ear piece to state their agreement.

"We're in." Hao stated in the matter of fact which was soon sounded by gasps from them.

"Guys?! What's wrong?" DK asked, his nervousness spilling in his voice

"Holy fucking shit hyung what in the world is this?!" A harsh whisper was sounded by Vernon. Their reactions only increased their curiosity.

"There aren't just drugs in here Woozi, there are people, there are dead people here." Wonwoo said which made the others a bit serious.

"Are we still supposed to plant the bombs here?" Hao asked, feeling complicated about the situation.

"They are dead anyways." Woozi spoke, the sound very cold but they knew better, they knew that the said person cared but he was cold in his decisions.

"But hyung.." Vernon whispered.

"Let's get on with it guys." Wonwoo stated in a sense of finality which made the two younger shut up and place the bombs around.

"20 minutes now."

They worked faster and set about 10 small bombs around the place and in the drug packets. That should do.

"GUYS?!" A frantic voice called out in a harsh whisper.

"The meeting is over, they are dispersing, you three need to get out of there." Scoups whisper shouted which raised panic among others.

"Yeah we are almost done." Wonwoo's calm voice traveled which did nothing to help their nerves whatsoever.

The three fastened themselves and were ready to leave through the door when someone held Vernon's hand. He was shocked at the contact and looked at the person whose hand it belonged to.

"Please." She whispered. She looked dead but wasn't, she was barely alive.

"Help" She whispered out with great difficulty.

Vernon was still. He didnt know what was happening. He was supposed to get out of there.

"Vernon what the hell are you doing, come fast!" A shout reached his ears which seemed to shake him out of his thoughts.

The other two looked back to notice the girl who held Vernon's hand. They were shocked to see someone alive.

Vernon turned around to face the girl completely, he knew he had to leave, the smugglers could come anytime soon but he was one of the good guys, he didnt leave people to die, he saved them.

Vernon bent down and took the girls hands in his own. She looked young, maybe a teenager at the most. She was seated on a wooden chair with her legs and hands tied to the arm rest, she had a loose scarf hanging around her neck which might have been used for covering her mouth.

"Are the others.." the incomplete question hung in the air but she understood, Are the others alive? He could check but there seed to be more than 10 people in there and they had no time.

"No no, only me.." She struggled to get the words out as tears flowed down her face.

Vernon knew that he had to get out, he swiftly cut the rope around her limbs with his dagger. He put one arm under her legs while the other supported her back.

" I'll get you dont worry." He whispered comforting words and started towards the door.

" We have to hurry up!" Wonwoo all but dragged Vernon out as Hao kept pushing him from back.

They heard noises in the corridor and quickly entered one of rooms to avoid any confrontation.

There were 15 minutes for the bomb to blow up.

"Where the hell are you people?!? You were supposed to be out by now!" He heard the angry voice of Jeonghan which voiced out his concern.

"We will be there hyung, we are fine, got held up but we are fine." Wonwoo stated calmly.

The voices seemed to decrease so they figured that people were away by now. They just had to reach another door which had an air vent which had a window through which they will leave.

"Let's go." Hao quickly ran to the door followed by the other two. The girl didnt weigh a lot which made it easier for Vernon to carry her.

The three entered the room and locked the door. They walked to the window which was considerably high.

"You go up first and then I'll pass her to you, and then you jump out, okay?" Wonwoo quickly explained while Vernon just nodded and passed the girl over to Wonwoo.

"Who is her?" Came a confused voice of Dino.

"What the fuck is taking you people so much time?!" Scoups sounded really angry.

"Are you three out?"

"Yeah we are in the car." Jun said to which the three relaxed a bit.

Vernon sat on the window ledge while Wonwoo passed to girl to him and he jumped down followed by the other two.

"10 minutes for blow up!" Woozi warned and they heard the complaints of many members for them to hurry up.

Just a short way and they will be in the car but then it happened.

The feeling of something came true when Vernon felt a gun pressed to the nape of his neck and were surrounded by 7 other men who held different sorts of weapons in their hands.

"Look who it is" He felt chills creep up as he slowly turned around to face a huge burly guy who held a sinister smile on his face. He looked hideous with his oily hair matted and his yellow teeth that gave an unpleasant look and he smelt worse then he looked.

"Guys?!"

"Vernoni!"

"What is happening Wonwoo yah!?"

"Hao?!"

"Shit?!"

He heard many voices in his year but the one that stood out was a whimper of fear from the girl in his arms.

He bought her closer to him. He felt the need to protect her.

"What do you want?" Wonwoo questioned with a voice that gave chills and Vernon saw hesitancy in his eyes.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that." The sickly sweet smile was even more hideous.

They had to fight, they had less time before the building blew up, atleast the part where they stood coz the room was nearby.

"And you also took my little prisoner." He now brought the gun to girl and softly stroked her cheek with it. Vernon grew with rage.

He quickly ducked and swiftly tripped the guy with his foot and kicked the gun out of his hands. This seemed to start the fight as Wonwoo and Hao quickly got fighting with the others who ran to them. The guy got up and removed two knives as he came at him and then there was another guy who came at him from behind. It was hard to fight off two people while holding someone in his arms but he made sure to not get her more hurt. Soon a knife was thrown at him or rather at the girl but he caught the knife in his arms which cause a huge gash on his palm as he threw the knife down. It hurt. He struggled to keep his whispers in.

The burly guy knocked into him which mad him fall down and he placed the girl on the ground and got up. He has to end this fast. He quickly took out his dagger and aimed it at the other guy and it was a clean pierce right through his heart and dead. The other guy looked at him in fear while handol ran towards him but the shot echoed through the space which made Vernon halt slowly as he looked down at his abdomen while he slowly bought his plam up to press to the wound. This wont stop him.

He took a stick that was lying near him and in a blink of the eye the stick flew through the air and slammed onto the guy which knocked the gun of his hand.

Vernon picked the gun and aimed at the guy before him. He never shot anyone he wasn't asked to or if it wasn't self defense. This case involved neither but he hurt the girl in his arms. That protective steak in him rised for some reason. That steak grew at hearing the whimper sof the girl upon seeing the guy. And that alone was the reason why Vernon wanted to hurt him, he wanted to shoot him and carve out that face of his. He wanted to hit him continuously and badh his face on stone.

He settled for kicking the guy in the head and shooting at a place where he knew even if he survive would hurt him like hell.

He shot the guy on his right foot toes which erupted from him a scream so loud and next he shot him on the palm of his right hand then left then he aimed the gun at his knee cap and shot out. It was cold, too cold and mean of him. He never behaved this way which is why Wonwoo and Hao stood facing him with gaping mouths but they didnt comment on it thankfully.

He turned around to look at the girl sitting down who looked at him with wide eyes full of fear as tears flowed down her face. Oh shit.

Vernon slowly walked towards her so she doesn't get scared and bent down while his palm was pressed tightly on his wound. He looked at girl and answered sincerely,"I'm sorry but he wasn't a good guy, I promise we wont hurt you." At those words the tears seemed to slow down but small sobs still came from her.

Wonwoo came forward to carry the girl as he noticed that vernon has a wound. Wonwoo carried the girl while Hao supported Vernon and the hurriedly walked further for the next 5 minutes with greatvstruggke and they sneaked out of the premises through an abandoned door and walked out, no one suspected them since many people were seen carrying others. How many wer killed here? a question floated in their minds.

They rushed towards the car which was parked on the sidewalk a little further away to really concerned looking members and quickly climbed in the car. They noticed the girl in Wonwoo's arms but made no comment on it. They can talk about that later.

As soon as the car started moving the side of the building erupted in a huge bang as debris showered down but they were at a safe distance from the building. A few seconds later they heard another bang and then another.

It was over. They finished it. They were fine and on the way home. Vernon looked down at the girl lying on the seat with her head placed on his lap,who looked asleep but he knew she fainted and right now he didnt have any equipment or food or water to give. They have to wait till they get back home. And he felt energy draining him as blood loss continued but he didnt tell anyone. He was very tired to do anything and they didn't question him because they thought he was just tired.

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So that is the end of chapter 1!

It ended on a good note and the next chapter will continue with this story and hopefully will also be the final chapter of this story.

Byee~♡♡

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rhazberriquartz · 3 years

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D-N-A Chapter One

D-N-A || Chapter 1

(M for violence and mature themes)

Pro Hero Hawks | Takami Keigo x Original Character

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Word Count: 2679

Unbeta’ed! Please, be gentle.

Protip - Don’t watch: BNHA, Jurassic Park or any Military movies back to back with a fever. Child Soldiers were more common than most would like to believe. The American Military was no different than the Commission. Hawks remembers one girl from his past and is surprised when the appears along with a new strain of Nomu like no one had ever seen. But, she and her siblings may be far more than allies in the situation at hand as dark secrets are uncovered about the world of Pro Heroes and the broken system they work for.

Warnings: Child Soldiers and training mentioned. Post Chapter 290 and most likely a different path than current canon. (I’m making this assumption now and if I’m right well damn.) Childhood friends to lovers plot. Military family.

Monster. That’s what it always felt like he was being chased by. It seemed that for the past week or more he was constantly being told to run and escape from some unknown animal. He always managed to get away though just barely. Hearing it’s claws close behind, blood curdling shrieks and catching glimpses of teeth that were just barely nipping at his bright red wings. He was only ten and yet he felt like he was going to die constantly.

He never got a good look at what he was meant to run from. Usually he was blind folded or too busy trying to fly away out of it’s reach or running for his dear life. When he was told he was getting to play with a new friend he thought they were serious. After all he had been working very hard and passing everything they gave him both in assignments for school and in his hero training. He was grateful for the opportunity, but… he did want to be a child just for once. But, another day down and they said his ‘friend’ only had another week here. He knew he could do it, but he was just so scared. He pulled his Endeavor plush close to his body as he looked out his window. He could hear strained cries and it caught his attention. It wasn’t his bedtime yet so maybe – just maybe he could see what it was.

His tiny feet hit the ground as he walked over to put on his shoes and placed his little plush into his bed. The cries sounded so lonely and he wanted to find whoever it was making them. He couldn’t be a hero yet like his idol, but heroism true heroism was in the small things. He knew this. He carefully walked through dimly lit halls of his home. The only noises being the sound he was searching for and the small pitter patter of his feet beneath him. He looked around and followed the noise. He was getting closer and closer he could feel it. He made turns over and over again until he finally found the door he was looking for. Only to be surprised to find that it led him outside to a secret part of the atrium. He blinked his little hands pushing open the door and walking into the unknown area. He was cautious his wings slightly puffed out so the sensitive feathers of his quirk could feel anything that might happen to come his way. He looked around waiting to hear another cry and followed it when he heard it. He sneaked his way through the flora heart pounding at who or what he might find waiting. But he came to a dead stop when he found what he was looking for.

“A-a cage…” he whispered softly as he approached.

He took a moment to observe what he had found and narrowed his eyes. Something felt very wrong about this. It was a fairly large cage and the bars were almost too close together. He had been caged before as punishment and he had a distaste of these containers. He walked up and looked around the cage finding a bed and dresser. He blinked, getting curious as his eyes slowly trailed to the other end of it and saw a figure gripping the steel bars. He took in a small breath and quietly approached. The figure was just a bit smaller than him, but how was it’s voice so loud? Though when he got closer details started to come into view and his anxiety rose in his chest like a fever. Scales, claws, teeth, tail, a few feathers and horns. He took a few steps back tripping and falling onto his back. Making a rather loud noise that was hard to miss.

“Who’s there?!” a snap accompanied with a growl as he heard the footsteps get closer to the side of the cage he was on.

“I-i’m sorry! I’m not supposed to be here.” he chirped out terrified now as he looked up. He saw bright colored eyes looking down at him, “I promise I’ll leave, just don’t tell them I was here!”

He noticed the figure stopped for a moment before hesitantly stepping out of the shadows clawed foot tapping on the steel floor. He stood up gripping the edge of his shirt watching as the light from the moon illuminated the person before him. She was a child like him! Something in his heart felt absolute relief, while another part felt sick. So, he hadn’t been the only one to be trained in such a manner. He looked over her face taking in the patterns of the scales that littered her face. She looked like she had a lizard or bird quirk of sorts, but as he observed more it hit him what her quirk pertained to.

“Y-you’re…” his voice faltered.

“The one that’s been forced to chase you like a mouse. Yes…” her voice was soft despite the crackling roughness.

“You’ve been crying?” he asked walking up closer to the cage.

“Yes… s-sorry if it was too loud I didn’t think anyone could hear me.” she said wiping at her face and looking around, “You’re not supposed to be out here.”

“True, but I wanted to see who was crying! A real hero helps those who are hurting and you’re hurting!” he said straightening his back and grinning, “Why are you out here?”

“They said they had no rooms…” she said, “My name is… Dinomite… what’s yours?” she asked gently.

“They call me Hawks! But, my real name is, Takami Keigo!” he introduced himself, finally another child his age he felt like a normal kid.

“O-oh… mine is Sunni…” she said.

Keigo smiled and looked at the bars putting his hand through. These steel bars might be able to keep her in, but not keep him out. He was determined to make this girl smile. He hummed as he observed and tested parts of his body out. He’d fit if not for his – wings! He took a step back and dropped his feathers from his body and tried again. And just like that he was able to easily pop in. He recalled his feathers with some trouble, but got them all and walked up to her. He was absolutely proud of himself.

“So, you’re the monster that chased me?” he asked something about seeing another hero in training put him at ease, “You’re so fast I was honestly so scared you’d eat me! Man, you’re going to be a great hero with a quirk like that! What’s it called?”

“Y-yea. They said I needed to practice chasing down villains more. I’m sorry I scared you… my quirk is Dino DNA… I can shape-shift into any dinosaur.” she explained.

“My quirk is fierce wings! I can fly and control these red feathers. Where are you from?” he asked.

“America.” she responded.

“That’s so cool! I can stay for a little bit, but I’ll have to go back in two hours.” he said, “Can we talk? I’ve never had a friend before!”

“Sure… that’d be nice.” she said.

Keigo nodded and drug her over to the bed on the other end of the cage and got on it with her. He grinned and started talking to her. Both parties had been through similar situations. He was a bit saddened to hear she would be leaving by the end of the week. But he understood foreigners were only allowed on this ground for a specific amount of time. So, he wanted to know everything about her so he could burn the memory of who she was into his brain. The commission may want him to forget his name, but that just meant he could remember hers in the end. He was happy and it was a feeling he wanted to hold onto for as long as possible since this was the first time he had felt normal in awhile. She was so kind even though she looked awfully tired. He knew he had to make the rest of the week fun for her. Though he was surprised to hear she had siblings as the continued talking through the night.

“You have two brothers? That’s so cool!” he said, his wings fluttering a bit behind him.

“Yea, I’m the oldest. My brothers are 7 and 5.” she smiled, “I wish they could have come, but for some reason it was only me.” she said, “They said they want me to be an ultimate soldier?”

“I’m not surprised. They don’t use the word soldier for me. They use Hero and I like that better! I want to save people.” he said.

She nodded and sighed, “I’m sure you’ll be a great hero too. I’m unsure of myself, everyone is scared of me.” she admitted and motioned to her face and teeth.

“Well, I’m not unsure I meant it earlier! You’ll be a great hero! You’re just like a sunflower! You just need light and it’s hard to find in this situation.” he grinned and hugged her tightly wrapping his wings around her, “I have to go though. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Thank you Keigo.” she giggled and hugged him back.

Keigo kept to his word. The next few days he did his best to provide a true challenge. He made it interesting. Now that he knew who was behind the ‘monster’ he knew how he should be reacting. Though his trainers weren’t happy that he figured it out. After all the entire point was to scare him into having a true flight or flight reaction. And they chastised him for it in what ways they could. Though Keigo didn’t care. He had a friend and he was making sure both himself and her were having a good time by challenging each other in a more playful manner. Teamwork was important and he’d rather feel this sort of rush than the adrenaline scare he was having before. Eventually his trainers relented knowing it was no use to punish him for his behavior he was an stubborn child after all. And hers seemed to be relieved she was bonding with the commission's top subject. To them they saw it as an advantage in the future. Though the military was like that – they wanted loyalty. And having their little protege would be the best hero to have loyalty from. So, they encouraged it at every turn making sure they had the opportunity to bond. Though the kids didn’t know this. They just felt like they finally found a friend after having what felt like years of isolation.

When he was able to he sneaked out to visit her. Bringing her sweets and snacks to share. Things felt wonderful for a short time. Even on their last night. He had brought his blanket, plush and clothes. He was going to make sure they had a good night and even had one of her handlers escort him. She had started a small fire in him and he was sure everything would be okay.

“So, when we see each other again, we both gotta be in the top ten!” Keigo remarked with a nod.

“I can try, but I dunno how America’s hero system works… we’re considered military personnel.” she admitted gently to him.

“Well, then get to the top there.” he yawned gently as they got comfortable. He flopped a small wing over her, “We’ll always be friends.”

“Yes, absolutely.” she yawned in turn and smiled flopping her tail over him in return, “Thank you, you’re a real hero.”

Keigo’s eyes lit up when he heard this. He could tell it was a genuine compliment and he watched as she drifted off to sleep. He reached around to his wings and found a small feather that hadn’t formed and plucked it. He tucked it into her pillow and sighed. Tomorrow would be painful, but he had to be strong. Heroes were strong after all. For now he just enjoyed the company of his friend and hoped they’d get to see each other once more in the future. He drifted off to sleep a month that seemed to be full of fear ended on a high note and when he was eventually awoken and his friend taken away. He knew he had to work even harder to become a hero. He would push himself further and further just like Endeavor. Every day he’d find new reasons to keep pushing no matter how scary it would get.

After all he was Hawks.

And he’d fly his way to the top.

But, even now that all seemed like a fuzzy memory that stayed in the back of his brain like a bittersweet aftertaste. So, many things had happened over the years. He was the #2 Pro Hero of Japan. He lost his wings and they regrew stronger than ever. And his struggles were painted on his face by a scar that damn near took his eyesight. But, currently he was listening to a boring introduction at a meeting. It meant nothing to him, just another American Military Base having their yearly rotation. He only had slight interest since he wanted to see who their ‘top hero’ was. But, as always the Americans were dragging their feet with purple prose he didn’t care for as he adjusted his stance and looked to Miruko. He smirked seeing she wore her more advanced prosthetics to this show.

“Pay attention bird brain.” she snipped and stomped her foot.

“Sorry, you just rarely bring those limbs out.” he smirked.

“And you rarely give a damn so eyes and ears forward.” she retorted.

Hawks was about to speak when he heard the room go silent and they started introducing the new heroes that would be occupying the base. Supposedly they were the top three from America. Now he had interest as the third ranked took the stage. He was tall and lanky, not much of an imposing presence, but soothing instead. He man had a moth quirk it seemed. Large velvety wings trailing behind him, fluff adorned on his chest and limbs, with feathery antennae that protruded from his head. He listened to the small speech and snorted, he wasn’t much of a public speaker. Though he took the information that was currently being given into account.

“My name is Fauna, I’m the number three Pro Hero in America. My Quirk is Anima – I transform into animals found in the modern day.”

This sounded familiar.

The second hero appeared on stage. His presence was far more intimidating. He was as tall as Fatgum and more muscle than anything else. His saber-tooth like appearance gave the hero pause: Claws, large teeth, ears, tail and hands more like paw-like than anything– how was this man number two? He was too busy trying to compute why all of this felt familiar. But, nothing was clicking. Maybe he should have paid more attention during the earlier speech as his wings fluffed up.

“My name is Avalanche, I’m the number two Pro Hero in America. My Quirk is Iceage – I transform into animals found in the period known as the ice age. This includes Saber Toothed Cats, Bears and more.” The man took his place by the one known as Fauna.

Wait.

His eyes widened as he watched the next figure take the stage. He lost his breath as everything clicked into place. He knew this one – but it has been sixteen years since he last saw her. Where were her feathers? Was this really...

“My name is Dinomite. I’m the Number One Pro Hero in America and top Leader of the military group being stationed here in Japan.. My Quirk is Dino DNA – And as you could have guessed I transform into anything from the Cretaceous time period and back. We’re a trio of siblings similar to your Hero Group the Wild Wild Pussy Cats. And we are honored to be hosted by you all. We hope we can be of assistance.”

#hawks #keigo takami #hawks x oc #prohero hawks #original character #dinomite

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siribear · 4 years

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‘so.’ alice loads another clip of microfusion cells into her laser rifle. ash whirls around her shoes as they move past another section of subway tunnel, and she pointedly ignores where it came from. ‘you said there’s danger in publishing the paper?’

‘people don’t like hearing the truth all the time.’ she pitches her voice high. ‘piper, why don’t you publish good news for once? they’d rather eat up lies than swallow the truth.’

‘poetic.’ alice searches the pockets of a dead triggerman, coming up with a handful of bullets for her 10mm. ‘ignorance is bliss, i suppose.’

piper brushes invisible dust from her coat. ‘right. enough that they’d try to poison me instead of listen.’

‘wait, you were poisoned?’

‘oh, man.’ her eyes light up like she isn’t remembering a near-death experience. ‘so, there i am at the dugout inn, winding down with a drink. i turned to talk to someone about... something, not important, but the next swig i take tastes funny.’

at the end of the half-collapsed subway tunnel is a closed vault door, vault 114 printed on the cogwheel shape. alice frowns, unspooling the plug on her pipboy to unlock the vault door in front of her. ‘funny how?’

piper shrugs, watching. ‘off. so i start getting woozy and before i can pass out, i stick my head under the still and just start chugging moonshine.’

code flashes by on her pipboy screen, just like when she opened the door in vault 111. piper is too into her story to realize alice knows too well what she’s doing for someone that just picked up a pipboy.

‘and i just - just vomit all over the floor. yefim wasn’t happy with me, but hey. no poison.’

the vault door screech open when she presses the manual override button. the door turns like a wheel, sliding into the wall. yellow lights strobe around the room beyond. ‘well, i’m glad you aren’t dead,’ she says when the grating noise stops. ‘how’s nat feel about all this?’

piper’s smile falls. she pulls her hat down to her eyes. ‘that’s, uh,’ she pauses when two triggermen appear to investigate the door opening. wielding only bats, they don’t even make it close. ‘that’s kind of what worries me, sometimes.’

alice hums in understanding. they make their way into the vault. it’s more cluttered than vault 111 was. shelves create a labyrinth after they walk across the grated walkway into the vault entrance. crates and boxes line the shelves; some empty, some with supplies that she and piper take for themselves.

‘do you think she could be in danger?’

piper pauses, halfway to tucking a stimpak in her coat pocket. ‘i don’t know. after mcdonough threatened us, i’m kind of worried that she is. and i don’t know what i’d do if something happened to her.’

because of me, alice imagines she isn’t saying. ‘why don’t you move, then? or give up the paper.’

‘because, as dangerous as it is, it’s the right thing to do.’

after following the winding halls and rooms through the vault, a staircase finally leads to a room that opens up to a large area, indefinitely under construction. digging equipment is still lodged in the dirt walls, mid-job. alice leads the way across metal catwalks over the dirt floor. their shoes echo on the walkways.

another handful of triggermen rush out to greet them, but between piper’s quick shooting and alice’s laser rifle, they make quick work of them.

‘are you with the brotherhood of steel?’ piper asks, watching alice pick through more pockets.

‘no. i helped the squad that was trapped at the cambridge police station. the gun was a gift.’

piper crosses her arms over her chest. ‘yeah? didn’t know the brotherhood was so.. giving to anyone that wasn’t one of theirs.’

alice shrugs as she sorts through ammo. ‘they definitely tried.’

‘but you managed to get a custom brotherhood weapon without joining?’

the line of questioning is fair, alice thinks. probably deserved, since she’s done nothing but pry since they left diamond city. ‘i assume you aren’t a fan.’

‘they’re not the most accepting group. and they don’t like anyone else sharing their toys.’

finished with her looting, alice stands and brushes ash off her jeans. they exit the excavation room only to find a smaller room similar to the ones before except - it’s a dead end.

‘well. great.’ hands on her hips, piper looks around. ‘what now?’

alice walks around a large pillar in the center of the room. in the back corner is a terminal and, almost comically in front of it, a hole in the floor. ‘here,’ she says, craning her neck to look down the hole. it’s not a far fall if they land on the piece of ceiling to the second floor that juts out.

‘okay... that’s not dangerous at all.’

‘more dangerous than taking on a gang with just us two?’ alice asks with a raised eyebrow. before piper can respond, she sits at the edge of the hole, turns, and swings down to the ceiling. it holds. she helps piper down to the next level, then jumps down to the next room.

rifle drawn, she sweeps the room and finds it clear. piper stumbles after she hits the ground, but steadies herself on alice’s arm. ‘are you okay?’

‘i’m fine!’ piper exhales heavily. ‘do you think other journalists do stuff like this?’

alice smiles. ‘you’re the only one crazy enough.’

‘you’re... probably right.’

when they finally find nick valentine, it’s in a room at the very top of the vault atrium. a pair of voices drifts down the open room, one distinctly accented and the other belonging to another gang member.

‘that’s nick,’ piper whispers. ‘sounds like he’s stuck up there.’

alice and piper quietly make their way to the top, turning at the top of the stairs. a triggerman argues with nick through a circular window, his voice growing panicked as their argument continues.

‘the black book?’ says the triggerman, voice fearful. ‘i-i better go clear things up with skinny. don’t-don’t move, valentine.’

‘wouldn’t think of it, dino,’ comes nick’s response, dry and flat.

dino jogs their way and gets the butt of a laser rifle to the face when he gets close enough. he crumples in a heap, blood flowing from his broken nose. alice nudges him with her shoe, but he doesn’t get back up.

‘piper, that you?’ nick asks when piper passes in front of the window. ‘what’re you doing here?’

‘brought you some help! hang on, nicky.’ piper begins tapping away at a terminal on the wall.

when alice passes by the window, the room is too dark to see much. a single ceiling light illuminates nick standing in the center, but all alice can make out is a yellow trenchcoat.

‘hey, think you can get this?’ piper says, smacking the side of the terminal. ‘i hate these things.’

alice hacks the terminal easily and keys into the option to unlock the door. the door itself opens with a hiss. alice steps into the room just as nick steps fully into the light, a half-lit cigarette in hand.

yellow, glowing eyes stare back at her, same as the synths she fought back at arcjet. her hands twitch toward her gun, but nick either doesn’t notice or simply doesn’t mention it. when he removes the cigarette from his mouth, he has no breath to exhale.

‘can’t say i don’t appreciate the irony of the reverse damsel in distress scenario - ’ he snuffs out the cigarette in an ashtray on the desk next to him. ‘ - but who are you?’

alice grins. ‘your knight in shining armor, princess.’ nick’s robotic face, plastic skin stretched over a metal skeleton, is impassive. ‘i’m alice.’

a gear whirs in the exposed joint of his jaw. ‘and what brings you to help out an old detective?’

‘i need your help finding a missing person.’

‘hey, uh,’ piper calls from the door. ‘we might want to get going. i’m hearing footsteps.’

valentine takes alice’s offered handgun. ‘alright. you and i will talk when we get out of here. let’s go.’

at the bottom floor, the trio hides in a side room. a handful of triggermen enter the room, guns drawn. ‘dino?’ one of them calls.

‘up here!’ dino yells, leaning over the top railing with one hand. ‘some bitch broke my nose!’

‘there goes the quiet option,’ nick whispers beside her. he shoots a triggerman in the chest when he runs into their hiding spot. dino, when he stumbles down the stairs to the mid-level of the atrium, gets himself shot in the head, courtesy of alice’s hunting rifle.

their way out of the vault is a bloody one. more triggermen try to stop them, only to be gunned down. in contrast to the empty maintenance rooms that made up their entry to the vault, they fight their way through the residential areas. one triggerman surprises them by jumping out of a nursery. alice hesitates, breath catching when she sees an empty crib. the triggerman’s bat slams into her arm.

she hears bone snap before she feels it, pain lancing through her arm. her rifle clatters to the floor. nick spins on his heel and fells the triggerman before his bat can come down on alice’s head.

‘hey. you alright there?’

the crib is blurry in her vision. she closes her eyes. ‘yeah,’ she grounds out. ‘peachy.’

‘that didn’t sound alright,’ piper says, behind her. ‘i think her arm’s broken.’

nick tries to touch it, but alice shies away when she feels a hand grab her sleeve. ‘we have to set it before we can use a stimpak.’ alice opens one eye. ‘hang on.’

‘fuck,’ alice swears. one of nick’s hands - metal, skeletal - holds her arm in place while the other injects a stimpak into her skin. she exhales a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and forces herself to breathe.

‘doctor sun can take a better look at that when we get to diamond city. are you good to move?’

she flexes her good hand, knuckles still white from clenching her fist. ‘yeah. like i said - peachy.’

she doesn’t look back at the nursery.

nick had told them skinny malone’s name was ironic, and it wasn’t a lie. a bigger man in a tuxedo stands in front of them, flanked by two triggermen. a woman in a purple sequined dress stands to the side, a bat held tightly in her hands.

‘what’re you doing, nicky?’

‘you shoulda told your dame to write home more often, skinny,’ nick says. ‘or none of us would even be here.’

the woman frowns heavily. ‘you should have killed him earlier. but no, you had to go soft on him because of old memories,’ she mocks.

‘shut up, darla. you don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘what i know,’ darla spits, ‘is he brought his friends here to wipe us out.’ skinny malone half-turns to darla, ready to argue.

‘darla,’ alice begins, weary. she holds her healing arm lightly, not enough to be obvious she’s injured. ‘you shouldn’t even be here. you’ve seen what we can do - you have a family that’s waiting for you to come home.’

darla turns to her, eyes wide. her grip on her bat loosens. ‘i - ’

‘darla,’ skinny warns.

‘that’s what i was sent here for. to bring you home,’ adds nick.

it’s the nail in the coffin. ‘y-you’re right. i - don’t even know why i’m here.’

‘d-darla?’ skinny’s voice wavers. there’s a vulnerability there alice wasn’t expecting. ‘what’re you doing?’

‘what i should have done a long time ago, skinny. it’s... over,’ she says, almost sadly. her bat falls to the floor.

‘wow,’ piper whispers. alice agrees.

when skinny gives them ten seconds to leave without a fight, they don’t need to be told twice. nick leads them to a side room back in the subway tunnels and a ladder that will take them back to the surface. he goes first, alice follows one-handed, and piper brings up the rear.

the manhole opens up in the middle of boston, halfway between park street station and diamond city. the sun has already set on boston, and the city is quiet for it. after checking her pipboy, the trio head back toward diamond city.

‘how did you know where i was?’ nick asks in the silence.

piper swears, startled. alice responds, ‘your assistant, ellie, sent me.’

‘hm. i should give her a raise.’

they reach the diamond city entrance tired and hungry. a few of the guards greet nick happily, but alice and piper merely shake their heads. happy to see him, but none of them were willing to go after him. piper breaks away, heading home to check on nat.

doctor sun they catch just before he closes up shop, and he’s none too happy about it. though, when they pay him extra caps, he stops his grumbling. the doctor grabs her arm, ignoring her pained wince, and inserts another stimpak. this time, after a moment, she can move her arm with little pain.

nick walks her back to the dugout inn, and at his word, yefim gives her another night in her room for free.

‘i don’t need sleep, but you look dead on your feet.’ when he tips his hat, he reminds her of the detectives on old television shows. ‘we’ll talk tomorrow.’

he leaves her alone in the room. alice falls asleep before her head hits the pillow.

#oc: alice ward #siri drabbles #series: we will all go together when we go

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bohrapbois · 5 years

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Chapter 7

A Joe Centred Chapter! A thing no one requested but I wrote anyway woo!

Description - Ben just so happens to fall head over heels for a Mysterious Man who loves baseball and cracking terrible jokes. Mysterious Man also turns out to be the father of one of Ben’s students.

Warnings - Full blown relationship Hardzello, with plenty of angst, fluff and future smut.

Word Count - 1,442

After tossing and turning most of the night, Joe had been thankful when Beth climbed into his bed and straight into his arms. Although he was feeling like shit and was still shaken up by the whole ordeal, having his daughter with him gave him something to concentrate. The rest of the night consisted of Joe stroking Beths hair over and over, long after she had fallen asleep, and with her steady breathing ghosting his collarbone, Joe managed to get some sleep in as well.

In the morning, Joe spent extra time cutting his daughter’s toast into dinosaur shapes and using extra jam on the pieces he messed up. Beth didn’t take much time admiring the artistry of her breakfast and managed to scoff them all down in the time in took Joe to pour himself some cereal.

After breakfast, it took some convincing to get the Mazzello’s off the sofa they had draped themselves on, but Joe needed to do some things today and slowly but surely, the hours were ticking by and escaping him. Closer to mid-day than intended, they locked the front door and made their way into town, hands clasped tightly.

Joe lived close enough to the town centre that he didn’t need to use the car all the time. Their house was bigger than many on the street, had a good yard and plenty of growing space - handed down to Joe from his parents who moved to the town over. The small area Joe called home was good enough for him but he understood it didn’t appeal to everyone.

Beth preferred the quiet community anyway - always outside doing something. Her favourite at the moment was making mud pies and prodding Joe until he ‘ate’ it. His lovely colourful flowers had long since been destroyed and dug out in favour of his daughter rampage of mud-pie-cafe. There was a small plastic play house in the corner of the garden, full of spiders and other insects. It had been gifted by a lovely neighbour whose children had long outgrown it, but Beth prefered to be outside in all that means. The amount of times Joe had had to chase a tiny naked Beth around the garden and pull a worm from her hand/ear/mouth.

But right now, with no worm in sight, Beth dragged her feet. She was grouchy from lack of sleep - already so concerned for others - and slightly sticky from residue jam (also known as dino blood). Joe tugged her along for a few more minutes but when she simply stopped walking and dragged her feet under her, Joe gave up, stopping and leaning down, placing his princess on his shoulders as he continued into town.

Walking into main street with his daughter clinging to his ears, Joe stopped to greet some familiar faces. It wasn’t unusual to find the young Mazzello on her father's shoulders, and a friendly shop owner was even prepared with a lolly for her to suckle on as Joe stopped and nattered about the changing weather to anyone and everyone.

An hour later, Joe’s bag full of the weeks groceries, he made a familiar turn down a certain street. Beth, now back on her own two legs, squealed and started running towards the big building. Joe had to run after her, grasping his bag to his chest so the lettuce wouldn’t escape. Beth bounded up the stone steps and rushed through the open doors, still squealing.

Joe finally got inside, only panting slightly as he stopped in the main lobby. Having been here for the last couple of years, Beth hadn’t really known a time before her dad worked at the museum, and although small, she still gave every piece her full attention.

It doesn’t really change all to often, sometimes a travelling piece comes in for a couple of weeks, but the permanent features still needed to be cared for. Joe ducked behind the reception desk, greeted John as he left his groceries on the floor before following his daughters noises deeper into the museum.

Hearing some familiar voices, Joe couldn’t stop the smile on his face even before he fully came into the Egyptian area.

Rami was kneeling next to Beth, both talking a million miles an hour about the one mummy the museum has. They have a tradition to talk to the mummy as if it was a real person and quite often would make up stories about who they were and what they did. This time, sounds like the mummy was called Mary and she was a very pretty dancer.

“And-and-and she was really good at doing twirls!” Beth demonstrated to her godfather what she was talking about and stumbled her way through a twirl.

“What did you think of Beth’s twirl, Mary?” Rami stared up at the silent mummy before turning to Beth with a grin, “said you were magnificent, darling”. Beth squealed, blushing her way through a curtsy.

Joe hung back, leaning against the large doorway, happily watching his daughter and best friend interact. Truth be told, Rami was an important part of this rag-tag family. He helped Joe through his toughest times and loneliest hours, and when Beth started to ask questions about her Mommy and why she didn’t come over much anymore, Rami would always distract the little girl and leave Joe some alone time. When Rami told him he was dating the cute veterinary nurse from down the road, Joe had been privately anxious - would this new woman pull Rami away from them? Would she not have time for Beth or Joe? Would he be alone again? But the moment he met Lucy, he knew he worried over nothing. She was brilliant, fitting in as if she had always been apart of the group and the three soon became a four.

He already had his best man suit picked out. He liked to be prepared.

After he broke up the little moment and he, Rami and Beth had wandered through to the little canteen, the events of last night came up again.

“Man, come on,” Rami had his arms wrapped around Beths waist, who was now dosing on his lap after finally giving in to the sleep her body craved, “Lucy has his address”.

“Yeah, but it’s a bit weird to turn up to the house of your daughters teacher just to ‘check up’ on him”. Just so happened that the teacher was hot and he had a crush on him, but that was for a different crisis moment, “and anyway, what would I even say!” Throwing his arms up in the air, Joe leant backwards, plastic chair creaking as it was pushed up on to it’s two back legs.

“Um, maybe something along the lines of ‘Hope your ok and that dick didn’t hurt you too bad’?”

“Nah, sounds weird,” Joe stretched further, trusting the thin legs more than he probably should.

“Why don’t you just admit you’ve been having wet dreams about him?” Rami shuffled Beth so she snuggled into his chest, freeing up one of his arms and allowing him to drink his room-temperature coke.

Joe spluttered, losing balance and crashing his chair back forward, checks red and eyes wide as he rapidly checked around the very empty room to make sure that the people who weren’t there didn’t hear that. “What the heck man!”

Rami just shrugged.

“No, no, you know what, no, it was a stupid idea anyway and I shouldn’t have even listened to you,” Joe crossed his arms and glared at Rami, ignoring his flaming ears.

“But you did, because you want to go see Mr. Hotty and need an excuse,” Rami took another slurp from his drink as he stared down his best friend. They had known each other for ten years, there was no reason to play coy and pretend not to know each other's mannerisms. Like Joe shifting his eyes just over Rami’s shoulder meant that he was right but Joe didn’t want to admit it.

“Turning up at his house ain’t cool though,” Joe mummered, “‘Oh yeah, hope you don’t mind,’” Joe began in a mocking voice, “‘My bestfriends girlfriend happens to work with your housemate and gave me your address because I think your hot and was wondering if you’d like to go get a drink sometime?’” He finished with a pointed stare and arched an eyebrow.

Rami just shrugged again, “maybe you don’t have to go in so much detail and maybe some small talk before you ask him on a date, but yeah, that’s the right idea”.

Joe just groaned, letting his head fall heavy on the table.

(Did anyone pick up on the tiny, one word cameo in this chapter?)

Tag List- @benhardy-1 @hey-holtzy @watercolouredreams @ellie-hegeman @cyndagoaway @kiraling88

#full marks #my work #my fic #hardzello #ben hardy #joe mazzello #beth mazzello #(hell yeah this little pumpkin gets her own tag now woo)#bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rapsody movie #queen cast

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uriurijihoonie · 5 years

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wedding booth │ l.jc

pairing: dino/chan x reader genre: fluff, high school!au word count: 2,166 warnings: none

A/N: the scenario actually happened (but altered some parts) lol that’s it and i’m still getting the hang of writing how I used to aaaahhhh can you please send your thoughts about my writing ):

Valentine’s Day; for some, it’s a day full of excitement and expectations, especially if you’re in a relationship. The dreading moment of waiting whether you’ll be surprised by a confession from your crush who also likes you, a date by your significant other or the most-awaited yes from someone the suitor pursues.

In your case, you’re neither of the three; you don’t have a suitor, much less a boyfriend, and your crush doesn’t have any interest to you at all.

But still, you’re hoping something worth remembering will happen to you for the rest of the day.

As you entered your designated building, different booths were set up in the lobby. There’s the photo booth, an open stage for people who wants to sing or dedicate a song, a mailbox booth and even a fancy marriage booth.

The college council went all out for this day, huh.

“Chill out, Y/N, we’ve got you, you’re getting married to Chan today,” your friend whispered in your ear as she draped an arm around your shoulder, to which she also removed as soon as you nudged her by your elbow.

“Don’t do it please, and if anyone hears you I swear,” You trailed off as you start to descend the stairs, “besides, he will be pissed if you do that to him.”

“Oh come on, he isn’t a killjoy, I know it.”

“Well, he doesn’t take any interest in me at all, besides it’s so random for me to be suddenly paired up with him; he’ll get clues,” You argued, walking through the hallways of your designated floor.

“That’s the point, Y/N,” you saw your friend roll her eyes at you, in which you flicked her in the forehead, “but that’s not what I intend to do, idiot.”

You entered your classroom and as cringe-y as it may be, your eyes automatically turned to where Chan was, and as if you’re being blessed today, it was a sight where he’s laughing real hard you can hear his melodious laugh ringing like soothing bells in your ears, making you smile automatically as you reached your seat, which is just right in front of him.

“Don’t intend for him to know, huh,” you can hear sarcasm in your friend’s voice as you reached for her to smack her, which she evaded with a laugh.

Classes soon started and everything about today is going well like what a normal day is like. Soon you were given ample time to go to the lobby and check out the booths, in which you easily dragged your friend to try out the photo booth.

As soon as you finished taking the shots you bought from the booth, screams and hoots were heard and soon, a crowd of people filled the other side of the lobby.

“Someone’s getting married,” said your friend. Curiously, you tried to make your way through the crowd, immediately smiling when you saw it was your two teachers who’ve been shipped by a lot of students were getting married at the booth.

“It’s Mr. Kim and Ms. Jung,” you grinned, snapping a few photos of your teachers who clearly have interest for each other.

What would it be like if Chan and I were—

You immediately stopped your train of thoughts as you move away from the crowd, shaking your head furiously as you remove any visualization from your head.

If you were to be completely honest, there’s a slim string of hope that your friend will really sign you and Chan up for the marriage booth, and who are you to fool yourself that you don’t want it to happen.

Even if it’s just fake, I’ll take it. Sheesh Y/N, you’re embarrassing.

Feeling heat rush through your cheeks and the unstoppable grin on your face, you shake off the feeling as you made your way back to your classroom, opting to read a novel you always bring with you.

Just as you turn the novel to its next chapter, one of your classmates entered your classroom, “Yah! Chan is getting married at the lobby!”

You felt as if an ice cold bucket of water is being dumped on you, your heart beating fast as you thought of your friend actually signing you up.

But that’s impossible, she’s with me all day and—

Looking back at her seat behind you, your friend is missing and just then, she barged into the room, shouting your name. “Y/N! Come with me, quick!”

There’s no time for you to escape and as soon as she dragged you down the stairs, your screams of protests were unheard as you were being led by your friend.

You saw the crowd being your classmates and you didn’t know if you should be glad you can hear their affirmative screams and hoots towards you, but their screams cannot beat the loud thumping of your heart as you can feel how it races fast.

“Ya! I told you not to do this!” You grumbled as you were dragged on the makeshift aisle, a flower crown with a veil being put into the top of your head.

“You’re welcome, Y/N,” she giggly handed you a bouquet of paper flowers and linked your arms, as if she’s your guardian for the ‘wedding.’

“C’mon Y/N, look at your ‘groom’,” she nudged your sides as your hands got sweaty, heart beating at its fastest rate, and if it’s still possible for it to get faster, your heart still accelerated as soon as your eyes met Chan’s, and seeing his eyes turn to crescents as he grin shyly and looked down to fix his suit (provided by the booth) made you smile, too.

At least it looks like he’s fine with this.

Your friend guided you as you walked through the aisle, and if it wasn’t for your arm gripping your friend’s, you would’ve cascaded on the floor as you feel your legs giving up.

As soon as you reached the makeshift altar where Chan is waiting, all noise seemed to drain out as you focus on this moment alone; Chan going to your side as he’s smiling shyly, faint hues of red painted his cheeks, but despite his own embarrassment, he still greeted you, “Hi, Y/N.”

As much as you wanted to greet him back, all you managed to do was to give him a shy smile of yours, averting your gaze to the person in charge of the ceremony in front of you.

“Good day, family and friends, we are all gathered today to witness...” all the sound drained out once again. This is really happening.

Your thoughts cut off when Chan nudged you, making you look at him, “Are you okay? You look kinda pale, Y/N.”

You wanted to utter a sentence this time but your malfunctioning self still got your tongue tied, that you only managed to give him a nod, which made him frown the slightest, “Are you bothered by this?Is it because of me?”

“No, no, I swear, no!” You blurted out, good thing the person in front of you is still not over with his spiels. You sighed, “I’m just... I’m sorry since you’re being dragged into this chaos.”

Chan laughed at your word choices, which made you smile too because did I just managed to make him laugh?

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Chan slightly faced your direction, still sporting that smile of his which you love so much, “Because I’m actually happy that it’s you.”

Before you could say something, his hand reached for your flower crown and fixed it in place. Giving you one of his smiles again, he turned back to the front, in time for the question from the person in front.

“Do you, Lee Chan, take Y/L/N Y/F/N, to be your wedded wife, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

The person gestured for the ring that laid on the table. Looking down, you saw Chan taking one, as his other hand gestured for yours. Shaking, you held his palm, taking in just how soft his hands are and the gentleness of his hold on yours.

Leaning closer to the mic, you heard Chan say, “I do,” before he slipped in the ring on your ring finger.

The fast thumping on your heart returned. Taking deep breaths to compose yourself, you focused on looking at the ring left as you heard the person say his question, “Do you, Y/L/N, take Lee Chan, to be your wedded husband, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part?”

You can see your hands trembling as you take the ring, and you lost count how much you’ve been breathing deeply. But when you look at Chan, who’s smiling at you, everything felt at ease.

This was definitely a moment to remember.

Leaning into the mic, you said, “I do” as it’s now your turn to slip the ring in his finger.

Afterwards, the cheers you drowned out became louder once more, and as the person in front finally said the words “you may now kiss the bride,” all the nervousness and trembling came in to you all at once, and tripled when Chan carefully lifted the veil covering your face.

“Ya, what do you think you’re doing?” All your reservations for Chan escaped you when he finally lifted the veil off, but he just smiled at you. “Just trust me.”

With wide eyes, he carefully tucked some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. Is he serious? What the heck is he really serious about--

It was all cut off when he gently pulled you close to him by your arms and engulfed you in the warmest of hugs.

Taking this as an opportunity, you hugged him back, the grin forming on your face becoming wide as ever. Hoping he wouldn’t feel it, you snuggled in his chest for the tiniest bit before letting go.

Signing your supposed “marriage certificates,” you were then led into the photo booth for remembrance of your “marriage.” You didn’t know how it went but you’re sure you’re giving the most flustered look you can give. After giving you your claim stubs for the photo, Chan was about to approach you...

but then you felt the continuous vibration of your phone close to your head.

Opening your eyes, you glanced around to your surroundings. I slept at the library? You wondered. Sitting up, you reached for your phone, and all the continuous vibrations were made by the messages and missed calls from your worried boyfriend.

Opening his recent message which contained “Please tell me that you just fell asleep in the library again, baby. I’m worried,” you sighed guiltily.

You were about to reply when a familiar figure sat in front of you, and a sheepish smile went on your face as you saw Chan’s pouting face, “You could at least text me that you’re in the library.”

“I’m sorry, Channie,” you gave him one of your pouts too, as you reached for his hand across the table. “I was planning to send you a text but I got engrossed into reading.”

Ah, really,” he sighed exasperatedly, but then gave you a relieved smile as he brushed his thumb on your knuckles, “Just don’t make me worry again, baby.”

“Of course, baby. I love you,” you cooed, taking your intertwined hands close to your cheeks, but yelped when both the cold band around your fingers came into contact with your skin.

Looking at your hands, you laughed at how you’re still wearing the silver rings you got from your high school’s marriage booth three years ago, and how you just dreamed of it a while ago, “You’re still wearing this?”

“Of course, I tell the girls who try to flirt with me that I’m married-- hey! What’s wrong?!” Chan laughed as he avoided the crumpled paper you threw at him.

After you both calmed down, you intertwined your hands once again, brushing your thumb on the cold metal band. “Tell you what, I dreamed of our wedding on that booth three years ago...”

Clearly, it was how your relationship started and bloomed. You didn’t forget how Chan also confessed to you that he likes you when he overheard you and your friend talking, and how you thought of escaping as soon as you knew he was listening, but you were glad he caught up to you..

“Someday, Y/N, maybe in another three or four year’s time...” Chan mumbled, making you hum. “What is it?”

“I’ll change these rings into real ones.” Your smile faltered for a bit, seeing how the glint in Chan’s eyes are nothing but seriousness and something you’re really grown to seeing; love.

“You’ll... say yes, right?” His eyes now hinted that of fear and nervousness. You wanted to take those emotions away from him.

And seeing how you smiled and squeezed his hand, Chan never felt more reassured than before.

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