#LOVE BY CHANCE 2: A CHANCE TO LOVE DID NOT HAPPEN

[farfromharry]

Winner, winner

Summary: Lando Norris wins the British Grand Prix.

w/c 1912

a/n ignoring the chaos cause i dont wanna talk about it

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The afternoon was chaos. A wet race usually brought a different kind of Grand Prix to most. Lando in the wet, followed by a Lando win? That was the greatest thing that could have happened. Your throat was raw from all the screaming you’d been doing. You weren’t sure how many tears you had left to cry either.

The last 3 laps had been spent with your hand firmly grasped in Ciscas. You weren’t sure you breathed at all until he crossed the line. Finally when the checkered flag waved you let out the biggest sigh of relief. That’s when the tears really began to fall. 

You had watched him pull his McLaren into Parc Ferme many times over the years, and into first quite a few times in the last 2, but none were as special as this. Not even Monaco. This meant everything. He had finally made that tiny, little boy who used to race karts proud. Even if he’d been making everyone else around him proud for years. 

Out of the car the first thing he did was have a moment with his team. But you could tell he was scouring. He was looking for someone; you.

Somehow, even with his helmet on, you knew when your eyes met. 

He headed straight for you, getting some congratulatory pats on the back on the way over that he barely acknowledged. Then he was standing in front of you; the race winner. 

“Hi.” You could barely speak through the tears.

His voice was trembling. "Hi."

It was a fumble to get the helmet off, through the laughter and shaky hands, but it summed your relationship up perfectly. Things between you weren’t always smooth and easy. Lando was a charmer, but he was also a huge dork.  It made for some silly moments.

As soon as the restrictive piece of headwear was off, he dropped it by his feet, leaving you to fumble with his balaclava. You didn’t take it off, just moved it out of the way so you could finally kiss him. Normally, neither of you were one for big displays of affection on camera, but the thought didn’t even cross your mind this time around. You needed to kiss him like you needed air to breathe. And there was no way he was going to protest. 

The camera could see the tears glistening on both of your cheeks. “I love you. My winner.”

He laughed, pecking your lips again and then again and finally once more. “I love you.” For a second he held you to his chest, not yet ready to let go and face the world. He knew what was coming when your little love bubble was popped. There were many obligations he had to attend to before he got the chance to relax. Part of him was considering taking the fine for skipping out on media, just so he could have 5 quiet minutes. 

“Go show them who won, you deserve it.” The encouragement from you was all he needed. He was going to stand on the top step of that podium with his head held high. Then he was going to shower his fellow podium sitters in Champagne. He was going to bask in the glory as long as he could. 

After the podium, he was swept away by nothing short of a billion reporters. You lost sight of him. Of course you wanted to spend time with him, your heart always longed for him, but there were plenty of people he needed to talk to first. You didn’t want to get him in trouble just because you wanted his attention. 

“Has anyone seen Lando?” 

There were 1001 things the team wanted him to do before he left the track. If you knew your boyfriend as well as you thought you did, you were positive he wouldn’t want to do a single one. It wasn’t about wanting to go out and celebrate, he could get pissed celebrating this win for the next 3 weeks if he wished to. No, he needed time to let it sink in.

This was a childhood dream of his, the only goal that mattered aside from winning the championship. It was going to take some time to come to terms with the fact it really happened.

Everything had been so busy in the hour since the end of the race that you hadn’t been able to keep tabs on him. You didn’t know his PR officer had lost him. But you had a strong feeling you knew where he was hiding.

You turned to Cisca with a smile. “I’ll be back.” She too knew her son‘s mind inside out. She knew exactly where you were going. But she wouldn’t interfere, she was happy to give you both some time for yourselves. 

The Landostand. The place completely dedicated to him. Fans had been cheering for him every time he passed. He had been quietly grinning in his helmet each time he passed the sea of fluro green. Your heart had been growing more full each time you thought about how many people loved him; you included. It made complete sense that he would want to bask in his home win in a place where he felt most loved. 

Lando’s eyes were closed when you stumbled upon him. He looked to be taking deep breaths, probably trying to wrap his head around the madness of the afternoon. “I thought I might find you here” The sound of your voice brought flutters to his stomach. You were the one person he would be happy to spend this moment with. He didn’t have to pretend with you. 

You took a seat beside him, curling into his side when his arm came to wrap around you. 

Things were silent at first. From your spot you had a pretty good view of where he had crossed the line just an hour ago. It was all so surreal. 

He exhaled slowly. “I won the British Grand Prix.”

Your smile was back. “You did.” Your head settled on his shoulder, your arms coming around his torso to hold him close. “I’m so proud of you.” You couldn’t tell him enough. 

His cheeks flamed, but he didn’t think he would ever get tired of hearing it. He wasn’t always one to brag, but he wanted to shout it from the rooftops that you were proud of him. He kissed your head. “I’m glad you’re here.” Here Lando sat, at the track he’d just won, in his home country, in his fan stand, with the woman he loved. Did life get any better?

You hummed, lifting your head so you could look at him. You always knew Lando was handsome. It was one of the things that first caught your eye when you met. But sometimes when you looked at him, he took your breath away. He never looked more beautiful than when he was truly happy. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” That was 100% the truth. Nothing in the world would have stopped you from attending this weekend.

When their eyes met again, you could see the love swimming in his gaze. There was never any doubt in your mind that he loved you. His nose brushed yours, foreheads touching. Nothing felt close enough. 

His thumb stroked your cheek. Right now it was just the 2 of you. Like no one else existed in the world. He wished it could be like this more often. 

Lando was just about to lean in and steal yet another kiss when a drop of rain landed on your cheek, causing you to flinch. He laughed. But that died when the heavens opened and began to pour on both of you. Within seconds you were drenched. The British weather, especially today, was so unforgiving.

You couldn’t stay out for too long unless you wanted to catch a cold. Lando, the ever protective boyfriend, was ushering you to your feet immediately. “Come on. Need to get inside.” Your fingers were linked and he was running at a speed far faster than you could comprehend, dragging you right behind him. Your combined laughter was loud. If anyone looked at the track right now they would see nothing but 2 young kids in love. He wasn’t ‘Lando Norris British Grand Prix winner’ right now. He was just Lando, Lando who was hopelessly in love with you.

Outside the garage there were still some people wandering, indifferent to the rain apparently. Equipment needed tidying away and some mechanics were chatting, relishing in the win. Not one of them paid attention to you. Lando was glad. He wasn’t going to be able to hide for much longer. 

He stopped just shy of entering the garage, cousin you to bump into his back. Your brows drew together in confusion. It was him who had been so insistent on getting to shelter. Now that shelter was in sight, he wasn’t using it. “What’s wrong?”

“Haven’t you always wanted to dance in the rain?”

It was something you mentioned once a long time ago. Despite having 2 sisters, he had never watched the High School Musical films, something you believed to be unacceptable. During the final film of the trilogy you had made an offhand comment about how Troy and Gabriela’s dance in the rain had always been a romance bucket list thing for you. He had laughed at the time, but you didn’t realise he had never forgotten it. 

“Seriously, here?” 

The man was beaming. “Why not?”

And you supposed he had a point. 

As soon as he saw the smile split across your face, he was spinning you in a twirl, hearing your laughter echo around him like angel sounds. There was no music to actually dance to, but it didn’t stop you. You twirled, you swayed, he dipped you. But the fun had to come to an end eventually. He had to go back to reality.

“There you are! I have been looking everywhere for you. The media and the FIA are going crazy.” She looked about ready to explode. “You’re in so much trouble.” She grabbed the front of his race suit, tugging him down the pitlane towards the media pen. He just about managed to look back and flash you a grin. He was surprised she didn’t shout at him for it.

He should have been worried about the punishment coming his way, but he was on top of the world right now. “See you soon, gorgeous.” He blew you a kiss that made your cheeks burn. Having his attention on you always made you feel special. It made you swoon to know he wasn’t shy about loving you. 

And when he was finally free of all his duties and able to climb into his car with you, he felt like he could finally breathe. “I can’t wait to get home and just lay down.” 

Everyone sort of expected him to go out tonight and get wild. He didn’t want to. Tomorrow maybe, but tonight it was just you and him. Whether you liked it or not, the second you got home you weren’t leaving his arms for the rest of the night. He needed a good cuddle to come down from all the adrenaline. 

You smiled, brushing a few curls away from his forehead. “Well, you’re the winner, you can do whatever you want.”

He hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

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[currentfandomkick]

To add to the angst? Danny is aware and trying to fix all that, as that’s his big brother who 1) wants him around 2) respects his privacy apparently and 3) is not demanding he cut contact with his family but will actively shield him from BOTH of the creepy billionaires prone to kidnapping him.

Danny is arguing with frostbite, who really believes Danny’s whole family line is just perfectly cursed to be medical marvels.

Frostbite is trying, as the body and core are separate so the goal is help Jason develop a healthy core. Danny largely is filtering the gross out of Jason’s ecto with actual ecto filters in their home and a number of ESBGs (emotional support blob ghosts).

Fright knight is in contact with Danny on possibly sealing Joker in the Fright Realm, or if he’s the prey for the ancient of Jesters as that is being debated.

Danny isnt telling Jason much about this as his big brother’s got a lot of shit to do as an ethical crimelord (?) but he isnt hiding it either.

The blobs love jason and are feeding his core.

Jason just accepts the goop loves him, and knows he feels livelier after they run amok.

Batfam? Searching for Danny desperately.

Jazz? In school in another state and happily updated by Jason regularly as he tries to help Danny deal with guilt for not being a vigilante despite having done so before.

Jason is intent on keeping everyone but Damian and Talia away from Danny… who just matches the al Ghul freak.

Yes danny is disabled in his human form. What makes you think he doesnt throw down with them in ghost form as family bonding?

Danny is of the opinion that Joker not being dead already by anyone is proof of Bat Paranoia by the gen public and decides he’ll pull the plug on joker asap once he’s on life support once Frostbite gives the okay.

Batman can’t kill for whatever reason, and apparently his civilian self wont either. His brother deserves to be avenged by his standards and feel loved, not be told it while living as a replacement for someone else.

Jason does the big reveal and comes home injured, with a scar on his neck and in shock.

Blobs snitch on batman.

Danny is Pissed.

He asks fright knight what to do to get back at his brother’s adoptive father for almost killing his brother a second time when all his brother asked for was to be avenged.

Fright knight suggests breaking out Dan from the LongNow.

Danny looks at Jason, the goons helping him and tells them he’s calling up ‘his paradox’ for backup.

Batfam has a wraith version of Danny after batman. Exclusively batman for ‘killing his son, not his son’s murderer’.

Danny is helping with the crimelording between classes online and cuddling Jason, loudly affirming his loyalty to his Frightmate and comforting him through a frightbond implosion.

Danny promises he and Dan have Bats on the ropes in the meantime.

Tucker and Sam volunteer to help make Bruce’s life Hell if given the chance.

Damian, upon being told his father chose Joker over Jason by an enraged Danny, informs him of Bruce’s ID as a civilian.

Danny tells Sam, who agrees to attend galas with her parents IF she gets to cause problems ‘by accident’ and they let her choose which ones.

Sam is being a menace to Bruce in Mid Western Debutant. Bruce is fluent in it, and would like to know why this teen has beef with him. She does let slip ‘Jason saved a friend of mine. Stop aiming for the jugular if you don’t kill.’

Bruce is now trying to work out how she knows any of that. And realizes he may have actually killed his son.

Bruce depression era.

With Dan being a nuisance on patrols by assaulting ONLY batman. And commenting on him having killed his older brother while “the baby manages for him. He’s reforming.”

Confirmation Jason is Undead is not good.

Tim is trying to find out what’s happening, but is locked out of bat systems. Dick is hitting a similar wall.

Then joker manages to grab Danny and publicly broadcasts it as “looky here, doesn’t he remind you all of lost wayne? Or did you forget crime alley’s biggest class traitor? What was his name again? He was so, forgetable.”

Danny—visibly a disable cane user with a leg brace and electrical scaring up his arm—is glaring at joker while being gagged.

Jason is STILL in recovery.

Tim sees the stream and is BOLTING.

Nightwing is in Bludhaven but halfway to the stream location already. This is the first time they’ve seen Danny in almost a year.

Hood has been too quiet, and when the gag is taken off danny for joker to try and get Danny to talk or scream Danny bites his hand hard enough to make the man lose a finger mid-stream, spit it out, and with a bloody mouth grin as he says “you may have caused my brother’s funeral, but not mine. Too many paranoid friends after the fifth fruitloop kidnapped me.”

The lights go out and briefly fright knight is seen, the stream only catching the phrase “you bothered the Realms’ savior” before cutting out.

Hood’s goons are seen leaving with Danny in tow a few blocks away.

Joker is found being beaten by a number of the homeless population, with them scattered before the bats can stop them.

Danny comes home to find Jason in his ghost form, his first one, only for Jason to tackle him and flip into his human form.

Frostbite adds to Danny’s abilities the unique skill of turning familial frightmates into halfas should their circumstances place their death and life alignment into abnormal circumstances.

Gotham is partying over Joker’s death, sure, but Jason is losing it over his baby brother(s) caring about him enough to avenge him, and make sure he can stay alive without stressing him about it but also you two are assholes for not letting him be the adult!

Bats have no idea if Danny is alive or not, bruce is feeling Even Shittier but the ghost following him is gone.

Tucker is spamming Danny’s phone with memes about the events and demanding Jason appear at the next Fenton and Adjacents convention. Tucker goes every year as Danny’s best friend from diapers. Sam does not join in, as her parents stop her.

Dan is a miffed paradox who wanted to rip Joker limb from limb, and whines about being late to that and about his big plan to do destroy him once he was done tormenting Bruce.

Danny is snuggled into this branch of his fright vibrating happy-relief-content and wanting to also make more weapons… jason he is upgrading your suit.

And also his ex (Val) is spaming his phone with tucker so he must confirm his non-corpse status.

Bruce is not having a good time. Nightwing is having flashbacks. Tim has a mystery.

And jason has a whole ass new meta status and realms denizen thing to adjust to.

But for now? Jason is humming, attached to HIS brothers that see him as their family and would kill for him as Jason, not dick’s replacement, but their big brother.

Jason knows he’s avenged and loved.

And hey, what’s stopping the Giw with Waller from joining the fray after this?

Mistaken identity shenanigans

Danny, having just been kidnapped by a sleep deprived Bruce Wayne and texting Jazz: Got kidnapped by another billionaire lol

Jazz, getting the creep stick: WHAT

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The batkid he looks like: Who the fuck are you????

Danny, pointing at Bruce: you according to him

Bruce, suddenly realizing his mistake: Oh no

[stellargh0ul]

part 2 ritual sex please if you feel the urge!!! If not no worries!!!

I... tried to keep typing longer than I usually do here in the hopes that i'd get to the sex, but instead have the confession you asked for last time.

hell, there's always next time right?

Part 1 here

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you’re lost in the moment for so long that you don’t even notice when he shifts so that his body is pressing against you, the stitching on his robes scratchy against your sensitive skin. it’s only when you come up for air that you realize he’s standing in between your spread legs, one hand on each of your knees, looking at you like you hung the moon in the sky.

as if you were the one doing him a favor and not the other way around—as if there were anywhere else in the universe you’d rather be than right there in that moment with him.

Copia makes short work of his robes, dieting himself of them quicker than you’d thought possible. it’s clear he’s had some experience in doing so, and maybe you’d be a little bit more jealous of that fact if his hand hadn’t immediately gone between your legs, thumb pressing at your clit as he strokes two fingers through your wetness.

“fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs in your ear, voice halting in the flickering candle light. you only have a few seconds to feel embarrassed by that before the pleasure over takes you and you’re reaching out for him, wanting to feel his body against yours.

maybe in the morning, you’ll both try to pretend that this never happened. maybe you’ll go back to being friends who dance awkwardly around each other, unsure of what to do in the face of the feelings you’ve been denying for so long.

but maybe, in this moment, you’ll find the courage to do what you wish you’d have done so many years ago.

“Papa, wait,” you say, and he pulls back immediately, face falling as he does so.

“what’s wrong? did you— do you want to back out?”

“no, I just… I have to tell you something before we go any further.”

Copia hesitates for a moment before he lets his hands settle on your thighs once more, clearly waiting for whatever you wanted to tell him. you swallow hard, tongue suddenly thick in your mouth, but there’ll never be a good time for this—and you need him to know before the two of you do something that you might regret.

“…i’m in love with you.”

you say the words so softly that for a moment, you’re afraid he won’t be able to hear you. indeed, his face barely changes for a second as he blinks, registering what you’ve said.

“…what?”

“i’m— i’m in love with you. I have been for… for years. I just wanted you to know so that we… so that if this is the only time we…”

you make a frustrated noise, covering your face with your hands.

“I want you to know so that I don’t regret it if this is our only chance to be together like this. to be… physical with each other.”

he’s still for a little while longer and you’re forced to listen to the sound of your heartbeat racing in your ears, thudding with panic.

then the hands leave your thighs and come up to pry at your own palms, pulling them away from your face. you look at Copia, cheeks flushed and flaming red, eyes already starting to water with tears as you mentally prepare yourself for the rejection of a lifetime.

you aren’t ready for it when he leans forward to kiss you. not desperately, not deeply like the last one, but soft— gentle and kind and caring, in exactly the way you need it to be right now. you feel hope blossom like a flower in your chest as you kiss him back, wrapping tentative arms around his neck at Copia’s own urging.

when the two of you finally break apart once more, he’s panting as though he’d run a mile and smiling as though he’s seeing the sun for the first time.

“I didn’t— I never dared to dream that you might feel the same way, cara mia,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. “all these years, I held myself back, worried to ruin the most beautiful thing in my life…”

“you mean…”

“of course I love you,” Copia says, as though it’s the most obvious thing on the planet and not something you’ve spent countless nights torturing yourself about for years. the tears in your eyes spill over and he’s immediately cupping your cheeks, using his fingers to brush them away just as quickly as they fall.

“o-oh,” you sniffle, unsure of what else you can possibly say. he’s still grinning, holding you close in his arms as the pair of you rock together in the ritual room, the paint on his lips slightly smeared.

it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

you aren’t sure when the mood shifts, when his grip on you turns from comforting into predatory, but when Copia leans down to capture your mouth in a kiss once more, you open for him with ease.

“you… you still wish to do this with me?” he asks against your mouth and its your turn to smile as you nod into the kiss.

“more than anything.”

“well. alright then.”

[khaoala]

hello! this is bibs writing a lot of many things about my experience in the

THE HEART KILLERS FANMEET IN BRASIL!

disclaimer: this is a biased telling of what happened bc my memory sucks and i was focused on firstkhao. if joongdunk's fans read this post, i'm sorry i can't give you more details about them besides them being so extremely excited and gorgeous. i really can't remember much. this is also very much for myself, because i want to cry about it now and in the future. sue me.

because i didn't have a vip ticked, i should have showed up earlier, but because i didn't have a vip ticket, i was like, well, i will already be way back. i don't need to hurry, so i showed up showed up in line around 10 something am and there were already a bunch of people in line for them.

mind you the picture above if from after vips 1, 2 and 3 had already gone inside. this is is just the premium floor tickets people, because the regular floor + mezzanine 1 and 2 people were on the other side.

it was a beautiful day (despite not looking like it in the picture above). i was scared that it would be gloomy and grey because it was so cold early in the morning, but the sky was blue, there were very few clouds and the sun was shinning... the sun was shinning a lot. and even though the day started at like 11º celsius, as the hours passed, it reached well into the 28º mark and there was no shade on this side of things. it was delightful.

they showed up in the vans and almost immediately went up to the window in the building to wave and take videos of the fans. people were screaming like crazy. it was sweet.

i made friends in line for bathrooms because of course. i made a lot of acquaintances actually, which i didn't expect. but i didn't find most of the people i interact with online, which was funny tbh.

remember i said the weather was hot when we were out? the moment they allowed vips inside, the weather changed again and it started getting cold. like real cold. my hands were freezing, but luckily we were allowed inside and i waited for like maybe an hour until the show started.

absolutely mind-blowing. they sang ผิดที่ไว้ใจ by silly fools first and even tho pretty much no one knew the lyrics to it, it was still vibes. first and khaotung especially looked so glad to be here again, and they kept looking at the audience like it was nice to be back because they knew what to expect, and joongdunk looked like they knew what to expect (since they had the soudcheck with the vips and even sang let's try with them), but wanted to know the full scope of it.

the mc for this event was the same one as for yinwar's, dacota monteiro, and she was perfect. she was interactive, she made the boys feel so very comfortable and that led to more interactions. it wasn't just your asking questions mc, she was also part of the show. she played around with them a lot, and one of the things she did to control the crowd was saying paparapapa and we'd answer pãpã, and we'd be quiet. they all loved that, but especially joongdunk. they'd do it all the time. they changed the pitch and made us follow and accordingly, it was so much fun. another thing is that dacota was pretty much fans but on stage, so she'd flirt a lot. she was overall very playful and very funny. i loved that she mced for them.

they had a quick q&a session and they were asked which scene they liked filming more and first chose the bowling scene where kant teaches bison how to bowl and reenacted it because ofc. every chance they had to touch each other, they would take it. i'm so serious. khaotung was indecisive. but he said he liked the northern lights scene in the bowling alley at last. joongdunk said they liked the sauna scene the most. there was also a moment where joong looked in my direction and i was 👍 with my arm up and he did the same, so i'm saying that he saw me and interacted with me. idc.

they also had to try dancing brazilian funk and twerk with minimal success. joong tried to buy his way out swinging those hips, but that ain't it babe. it was funny how fk were complaining about pain in their back and how i kept saying YOU'RE NOT OLD, while i, the same age as them, was having serious problems with back pain at this point.

they went back to performing and khaotung was the first with destroy love. absolutely impeccable. energy was so high up. khaotung was absolutely feeling himself. he'd point the mic at us to sing multiple times. he looked so touched to be back. so over the moon to be back, to feel this energy again. he was born to perform on a stage like this. it was breathtaking. i felt my voice go missing multiple times as i screamed this song from the top of my lungs.

joong came along and he was looking like an excited kid ready to be surprised. he'd add adlibs and he looked so happy. idk. it was cute.

then there was dunk and dunk's song is the hardest but he was so interactive with the audience. same as joong tbh. they were so excited to have an audience like that, it looked like. they all couldn't stay on one place for long. they walked around the stage all the time. they'd look at the people in higher floors and people in the ground and they just looked like they couldn't have enough of it.

first was fantastic. he was glowing. he couldn't stop smiling. he looked like a kid who got his birthday gifts early and there's a bunch of them for him to open. dunk was kind enough to take off first's jacket and when my fuel started, he was like "should I put it on or leave it off? put it on or leave it off?" and then decided to perform in a tank top showing off his majestic muscles. he wanted us to sing along with him and make noise and be responsive and getting that looked like it made him so happy. he also broke him in-ear piece in the process. it's fine, i'm sure.

khaotung came up again to sing with first and it was delicious seeing them bc first was like, take it off too, and khaotung just zipped himself up.

they played games when I'm pretty sure the only person trying to play fair was khaotung. the other three were either trying to sabotage each other or first is just not very good at playing this game. they touched each other a lot. like a lot. even when they didn't need to do it, they were touching each other. fantastic. joong, darling of my heart, had his eyes covered (only after the translator scolded him and dunk for trying to cheat for like 5 minutes) and would walk freely around the stage and he got real close of falling off of it (pretty sure he almost did at some point), and dacota said "someone hold this gay, he's going to fall off and i'm sure the contractor will be so happy about it".

i genuinely cannot remember much of joongdunk's performance. i'm so sorry. i really can't.

firskhao's dance was everything i wanted, though. they were so playful and so smiley and interactive as well. first kept going to the people with disabilities area and interacting with them and even gave one of the girls his rose. there was hand in the waist. hands on the neck. hands everywhere. and then when khaotung gave him his rose, he put it in his mouth and leaned down as if asking to have it taken away from him with khaotung's mouth. 10/10, no notes.

they sang น้ำลาย and it was perfect. all four of them had so much energy and they were extremely hyped up. they were jumping around all over the place and asking the audience to sing with them and to jump and have fun. it was beautiful.

there was the fanvid and they all looked very touched by it. dunk looked overwhelmed in the best way. he was so surprised and so into the response he got from the public it was beautiful. joong looked like he teared up a little. khaotung was clearly emotional and he was so thankful to be back and to be experiencing this again and first didn't cry just bc he made his speech in english bc he would 100% cried if he spoke in thai. he was already choked up. i didn't cry at the time, but writing about it now makes me feel a little teary bc they clearly liked it in here the first time, and it was very special, and they kept us in their hearts for such a long time, so meeting again must have felt as special to them as it is for us. it was clear in the way they were interacting and smiling and so absolutely radiant about this whole thing.

and then there was never back down, where khaotung fully cried, let all the tears come down his face, hugged himself, let first comfort him and hug him. and first looked like he was on cloud nine. i saw people say that in the first time they came, khaotung looked a lot more open while first was more timid while this time it was the contrary, but i say that they were both really open and excited about it all, but at the end, bc khaotung was a lot more emotional, he closed himself a little bit more while first remained high on the energy.

HIGH TOUCH! i told dunk good morning krub bc ofc, style signature phrase and he replied to it with a chuckle and good night krub (we ignore all wrong things about my phrasing. i was channeling style). i only told joong hi and thank you and he said thank you but mind you my mind was so blank, it's a miracle i came up with things to say. I told khaotung it was nice to see him again and he tilted his head, smiled and said thank you. and first... i have no idea what i told him. it might have been i hope to see you again soon or something else, but i was too distracted BC SON OF A GOOD MOTHER LOOKED DEEP INTO MY EYES TILTED HIS HEAD, SMILED AND SAID THANK YOU I LOVE YOU. i was dehydrated and hungry and he says these things, i completely lost my way there.

mind you as well we were instructed not to hold their hands but all of them did that. they all held our hands in a grasp as we passed by them. good money well spent.

it was such a surreal experience. i'm so very serious. people might think, "oh it's just a fanmeet, you're exaggerating" but i really really swear i'm not. we don't get many things. we don't have many chances to interact with them if ever. we send food support for events and for recording days when they are filming and that's the extent of it. we buy merch, but we mostly make them ourselves. chances of getting noticed by them online are slim bc there's the language barrier so when they come all the way here? it's a big fucking deal, and we make the most out of it, and it's so nice to see that the feeling is reciprocated. even though we don't get as many (if any) benefits compared to other countries, we're still so happy to get them here and show them how much it matters to us that they have a good time. and a good fucking time they had!

tbh, i only really felt like this actually happened this morning, when they posted they were leaving for mexico and i was listening to the playlist with their songs and never back down started playing and i started crying. like actually crying. a lot of tears type of crying. i already miss them. i hope they can come back here next year. i hope i can meet them again. it's always a pleasure.

[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis: y/n made a new friend, but maybe he's actually more than that...

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

I was always seen as the smart one in the family. Not because I particularly wanted to be, but because I felt like I had to be. My twin brother, Tanaka, naturally got all the attention-from our parents, from friends, from pretty much anyone we ever met.

I wasn't mad at him. Some people are born to shine, and others are just born to live in someone else's shadow.

I guess my way of fighting this feeling was to focus on getting perfect grades. Tanaka was great at everything except school, so I figured, maybe that could be my thing. Still, it was exhausting-being the shadow.

To escape that feeling, I also started playing video games. At first, it was just an hour here or there when I had time. But slowly, it became more. A comfort. A world where I could just be me.

I made friends online. People who didn’t know or care about Tanaka. People who actually saw me.

And then… there was one. One person who stood out from the rest.

His name was Kenma. We played for hours together. He was quiet but thoughtful and he was really kind. We never met in real life, but still, I found myself waiting for him online more than any other friend of mine. I'd love to meet him, but we weren't living close enough to see each other just like that. So I let the idea go, not wanting to wish for something that would never happen.

However, one day, Tanaka mentioned the name of a school.

Usually, I didn’t pay much attention when he talked about volleyball stuff, but this time, the name caught my ear.

Nekoma.

I froze.

Later, when we were finally alone in our room, I turned to him, pretending to be casual.

“So... you’re going to Nekoma next week for a match?” I asked, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “We’re gonna crush them!”

I hesitated. “Is there... any chance there’s room for me in the van? Y’know, to support my wonderful brother and all…” I tried to play it cool, but I probably sounded ridiculous.

Tanaka raised an eyebrow. “Sure. But will Mom and Dad be okay if you skip school?”

“Of course.” I said quickly. I knew they wouldn't, but he didn’t need to know…

The next week, I was on the van, heart pounding, switch in hand. I had arranged to meet Kenma near the gymnasium before the match. I couldn’t stop smiling.

When we arrived, I was the first one out. I stood in front of the gym, bouncing nervously on my feet, clutching my switch in my hand.

Minutes passed.

And then, finally, I saw him. A boy walking toward me, a switch in his hand.

It had to be him.

He stopped in front of me, and I felt my voice go away.

“Kenma…?” I asked softly.

“Y/N?” he said, looking at me with wide eyes.

We both smiled. Without another word, before the guy beside him could say anything, we sat down and started playing our favorite game—just like always, only this time, we were together in real life.

It felt… magical. Like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us, our laughter echoing faintly outside the gym. It had been so long since I felt this at peace with someone in person.

Eventually, his friend called out.

“Kenma, the match is about to start. You need to come.”

I blinked in surprise. “Wait-you play for the volleyball team?”

Kenma let out a sigh. “Yeah. Sadly.”

I laughed. “What do you mean sadly? That’s really cool!” Then I glanced back toward the gym. “Too bad I can’t cheer you on-if Tanaka saw me, he’d never let it go.”

I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. His face turned pink, and mine probably did too.

“Maybe next time,” I said, jogging off toward the bleachers to watch my brother’s game-my heart just a little fuller than it had been before.

- 𝐊𝐒

Tell me if you want a part 2 guys :)

[chan-hvgs]

Request:

The photos above are not mine! They're from pinterest and belong to their rightful owners.

Ship(s)/Characters: Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader, Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, Jeongin mentioned 

Word count: 1,245

CW: Fluff, mentions of food, friends to lovers, kissing, a little bit of crack at the end

Bold is texted

Summary: You came to Seoul to pursue your dreams as a graphic designer and animation. You met a certain someone while you were there, what happens now? 

Pt.1 Pt.2

Dating an idol was harder than you thought, I mean obviously you knew it would be– crazy schedules, secrecy, the possible distance– and you were willing to go through that for Seungmin, but it really was tricky. It had been 2 weeks since yours and Seungmin's first date and you haven't seen each other since then.

 Sure you kept in touch and texted as much as you could everyday, had sleepy late night calls when you both had a chance, and he sent you little photos of him throughout the day, but you wanted another real date– and you could tell Seungmin did too. 

It was midmorning while you were at work when you received a text, his name illuminating the screen. 

Seungmin: 

Hey

I know it's been a while but I have a few free hours and I was wondering if you wanted to go out again?

You:

Yes! Ofc! What time? 

Seungmin: 

I mean i’ll be free around 5pm until maybe 8 ish

 but If you want to come to the dorm after you get off your clock for convenience you can. Felix will let you in :)

You:

Ok! See you soon Minnie <3

You couldn’t help the soft smile tugging at your lips as you slipped your phone away. Suddenly, finishing work couldn’t come fast enough. When you finally clock out you gather your stuff and made your way to the dorm, nerves and excitement bubbling together in your chest. When you knocked, the door cracked open—and a flash of blonde hair appeared. “Y/N! HI!” Felix beamed, opening the door wide and ushering you inside “come in.” You smile softly “Hi, thanks Felix.” He nodded, flopping on the couch as you followed in suit, setting your bag down. Felix smiled and looked at you, cocking his head to the side “So…” He began “How's it going with Seungmin?” You look away, fiddling with your hands in your lap “Good! At least I think so…” Felix raised his eyebrow “Hey, what's up?” You shrug, eyes downcast “I don't know” you sigh “He’s just… Seungmin, you know? He’s perfect. And I’m… not.” You looked down. “I’m still learning Korean. I mess things up. I just—I wonder if he deserves someone more on his level.” Felix looked at your face with a sympathetic smile, blinking before nudging your knee with his “Seriously? Y/N, the guy is head over heels for you. Trust me, I live with him. I’ve never seen him like this—he’s practically glowing.” He giggled  “This is the most stupid in love I’ve ever seen him” You peek over at him “Really? You think?” Felix nods “I know. You should tell him how you feel. He’d want to hear it. Y/N, he loves you, or else he wouldn't have done all of this.” You nod, but still sigh “But what if he rejects me?” Felix sighed, shaking his head “He won’t, I swear.” He smiled “and if he does, he’s an idiot.” You giggled, nodding as the door clicked open and a tired, rustled Seungmin walked in. 

But the second he saw you his face lit up. “Hi! Are you ready to go?” You nod, standing, eyes falling on him worriedly “Are you sure you don’t need a moment first? You look exhausted…” He hummed, already reaching to take your hand. “Nah– I'm fine, let's go shall we? I have somewhere I want to show you.” You glance back one more time, Felix winking at you before the door swung closed.

Seungmin leads you to a cute little market, bustling with energy. Pretty overhead fairy lights illuminate the path, the smell of food and sweets wafting through the air, it was like something straight out of a movie. He smiled over at you and your heart jumped, gosh he was beautiful— especially in this light. “What are you feeling? Sweet, Savory?” You shrug and he brings you over to a stand, practically bouncing with excitement “This one's my favorite, and after we have to get ice cream!” You grinned, stomach rumbling with hunger. You both ordered—him, tuna kimbap, and you your choice— Seungmin tapping his card against your will. You two began to wander the rows of food stalls and vendors. Seungmin kept pointing things out, offering little facts or teasing comments, and you found yourself laughing more than eating. When you both finished he brought you to an ice cream stand, ordering his own mint chocolate ice cream as well as your flavor. As he starts leading you to the exit, he glanced over at you “Hey, would you… wanna come to practice with me? Just for a bit?” You blinked. “Really?” “Yeah. Just so we can hang out a little more.” You smiled, nodding as your heart warmed. He really did want to spend time with you.

 As the vocalist led you to the company building, he told you funny stories about his day. Once arrived he went inside and led you in, getting to their dance practice room. The two of you were somehow the first ones in, the company way more quiet at night, 7:48 on the clock above the door read, ah, he was early. Seungmin looked at you, taking a deep breath, his eyes flicking to the floor “Hey, can we talk?” You nodded, heart dropping to your stomach, the air suddenly stale. Was this it? Was he gonna end things? Cut the ties? 

Seungmin’s ears turned red and he wrung his hands “I uh– like, no I love you Y/N.. And I want to be official.. You know?” He looked at the ground “I guess I’m asking to be your boyfriend, like for real…” You look up at him, blinking. “Wait—really?” He looked up, wide-eyed. “Unless that’s too soon—”  “No! No– I… Yes Seungmin, of course…” You smiled, heart racing. “I thought you’d never ask.” His relief was visible. He stepped forward, arms out. You melted into them.

From outside, a few of the members started arriving. About to open the door, Felix suddenly skidded to a stop, and held a finger to his lips. “Shhhhh!” he hissed, silencing the members. He put his ear to the door in order to hear the conversation with a sly look on his face, holding back a smile. 

Inside Seungmin tilted your face up at him, looking at you for permission, when you nodded he pushed his lips onto yours in a soft, chaste kiss. It was a little uncertain and clumsy, neither of you having a ton of experience, but it was perfect none the less. His hand grazed your cheek like you were made of glass, the smell of his cologne adding to the kiss. Just as Seungmin was about to try to deepen the kiss- 

SLAM–

The door slammed open, causing the both of you to flinch. Felix was jumping up and down giddily, almost like a cartoon character. Hyunjin's hand was over his eyes in disgust, Chan looked like a proud father– though slightly concerned– and Jeongin’s mouth was on the floor, frozen like someone unplugged him. 

Seungmin snarled as the two of you jumped apart, he looked at the members with light malice. You giggled, hands over your face in embarrassment. When you peeked at Seingmin again his eyes were already on you. He softly ushered you to the couch. “Practice time?” Seungmin deadpanned, sighing as the others filed in. 

You smiled to yourself, this was real. And it was just the beginning.

(A/N: Hi! more beautiful stranger lol. I hope you like it @vernorica123! Sorry my uploads have been slower, I’ve been a bit burnt out and also life has been picking up a bit again. I hope everyone is doing well! Thank you all so much for the support recently! It means a ton! As always, feel free to request, eat a nice meal and drink some water! Remember that you are loved! Thank you for reading! Love y’all! -🐝)

[airlocksandaviaries]

2 Controversial Mission: Impossible Takes

Take #1 - Ethan Hunt Does Not Constantly Yearn For A Domestic Life

This may not be controversial, but it's my interpretation of his character and I wanna talk about it. I see a lot of characterizations of Ethan making him out to be a character who is cursed and plagued with the task to do good in the world who just wants to settle down and have a 'normal' life with a partner. I do not see him like this for two reasons.

Reason number one is self indulgent. I personally hate this trope. There are so many stories with heroes and action heroes and adventure characters who are going about saving the world who lament their every second spent doing it because all they want is a quiet life, and this just bores me to death. It's also a rather misogynistic trope sometimes, as these stories often involve a Male Hero who has a skill and passion for saving the world, but abandons it to settle down with a Wife who has no passions of her own besides rearing a family. It's so incredibly heteronormative and I usually avoid stories like these. Mission: Impossible is not a story like this. Which brings me to my second reason.

Ethan Hunt has had MANY chances to "settle down," and he has not taken them. The obvious one is Mission: Impossible 3, where he decides to try out the civilian life, with Julia. Julia and the life she came with did not get killed, or taken away from him, or force him to go back to the IMF. Ethan left. Canonically, the reason was that "Every time he saw a disaster on TV, he said 'I should have been there.'"

Now, this could be interpreted as him being compelled, forced by his own mind and his own anxieties to keep saving the world and leave the life he longs for behind, but to me that just isn't Ethan. Because when Ethan wants something to happen, he fights for it. If he truly wanted to make him and Julia work, he could have. But he wanted to go back to the life he belonged to. He still very much loved Julia, he didn't suddenly stop caring about her. But he couldn't be her partner anymore.

Not only this, but he had ANOTHER very clear chance to have a different life with a heterosexual love interest: Ilsa. In Rogue Nation, she offers him the chance to run away from it all, to settle down with her, to leave the IMF. He turns her down. Textually this is because he needed to defeat Lane and finish the mission. But AFTER THE MISSION WAS OVER, he had ANOTHER chance to go when Ilsa was leaving. But he didn't! He was happy for her. Happy that he helped her get a chance to get the life she wanted to have. But he didn't want to be a part of it.

On top of these very clear moments, Ethan has basically had a choice to leave throughout the whole series. Almost every time a movie ends, he's in good standing with the IMF and able to do what he wants - and what he wants is to accept the next mission. The mission, should you CHOOSE to accept it. That's the point of the ENTIRE MOVIE SERIES!!! The finale finishes with Ethan NOT settling down with a woman, but saving the entire world instead. And that's amazing.

Saving the world with his friends who love him is what makes Ethan happy, it's what makes him feel alive, despite The Horrors. Ethan Hunt is not constantly pining for a white picket fence life and gritting his teeth through every second of every movie, wishing he was the breadwinner of a family of four with a wife to come home to from his 9-5. In between the life-threatening moments of the job, he laughs and jokes with his friends as he uses his skills to do what he loves, which is protect humanity which he is so so devoted to.

Again, this is my interpretation. You can interpret him the other way if you want, I won't judge. I'm just very very sick of heteronormativity in stories I like, especially action movies, and seeing a character who leaves a heterosexual marriage to go on to a life of being with his friends and living out his passion is very healing to me.

Take #2 - Ethan Hunt Does Not Destroy The Lives Of Everyone He Knows And Loves

This is another very common trope in action movies, the classic 'don't get close to me I'll only hurt you,' 'this life is too dangerous for you to handle,' 'I can never have any real relationships because of who I am.' And Mission: Impossible subverts this trope a bit in an interesting way.

Let's look at the lives Ethan has touched in a good way. Luther was disavowed by the IMF, living a life of secrecy, until Ethan came along and gave him the opportunity to be an agent again (I know he didn't survive the narrative. But I'll get to that).

Nyah was a thief. She was also living a life of crime. Ethan brought her into his mission and she got a chance to help defeat her asshole of an ex boyfriend and have all of her charges dropped, allowing her to do whatever she wants to do.

Benji, the tech guy, saw Ethan's exciting life as a field agent and decided to take the field exam, and become an agent just like Ethan, growing more confident and competent as the series progressed.

Julia was a nurse, and she was happy to be one while living her domestic life with Ethan for a while, until they split up. Her having to move around the world for her own protection helped her discover her love for helping people in disaster areas, become a doctor, and meet her new husband.

Grace was a thief, too. Ethan came into her life and offered her The Choice- keep running, or use her skills for something bigger. And she chose to accept. Ethan took a risky chance on her and led her to a job that gave her life more meaning.

Donloe. Ethan thought he ruined Donloe's life. But without Ethan breaking into the Black Vault, he never would have gotten the opportunity to meet the love of his life and live somewhere free from stress and borishness. Donloe told Ethan this himself, that he had nothing to apologize for.

Now, let's talk about Ilsa. It seems at first as though Ilsa meeting Ethan was a curse, but in reality she was in danger far before Ethan came into her life. He was the one who helped her throughout her whole story, doing everything in his power to get her to safety, to freedom. She ultimately didn't succeed. But Ethan's efforts were not entirely in vain, as she would have failed far sooner without his help in clearing her name.

Luther didn't make it either. But this wasn't Ethan's actions or his failures that led to this. Ethan tried again and again to do everything he could to save Luther, or to repent for his actions that may have caused Luther to end up in that situation. But Luther told him over and over again at the end that this was something he expected, something he CHOSE. Luther knew this life came with risks, and didn't want a life away from it all, 'going fishing' and being safe. It was his choice.

Ethan has lost many friends and loved ones. His old team, Lindsey, Hunley, and more. He THINKS he is the reason that they were all put in danger. But in reality, Ethan wasn't the cause of death or destruction or despair in their lives - he was a source of light, love, hope. He has much more of a positive impact on those around him than a negative one, no matter how much guilt he carries.

The scene at the end of Fallout really encapsulates this. Ethan says "All of this that happened, it was my fault." And Julia interrupts with "Nothing happened, because you were here."

The scene with Julia at the end of Fallout and the scene with Donloe in the beginning of the third act of Final Reckoning have so much in common with each other. Ethan believes that through his actions he has ruined someone's life, but they reassure him that although bad things may have happened, their lives were ultimately changed for the better.

Mission: Impossible isn't all sunshine and rainbows, of course. It's a series about grief as much as it is a series about hope, because the two themes go hand and hand. MI does a really good job at showing how much life can just take and take and take from a person. But it also shows that it's worth it to keep going, because every choice you make in life can possibly amount to something beautiful.

TL;DR: My interpretation of Ethan Hunt is that he is happy where he is and he does not ruin his loved ones' lives <3

[angelranger7]

Hiii! you don't have to answer all of my questions but I was wondering how many times have you shifted, what is your favorite dr and the best thing that happened there? also how do you know if you shifted? I think ive shifted 2x before but im unsure if they were both dreams or not

i will answer all of your questions because...i want to and i like you, my dear follower.

okay so ive shifted maybe....about 15 times? ive kinda lost track but for reference i fully shifted for the first time mid December. i usually stay in a Dr for a few months, come back to my Cr, stay for a few weeks and then shift again. i like to take a lot of breaks.

Ive only awake shifted a handful of times, but you just know you shifted. i know thats probably really irritating to hear but you just know. either you feel your surroundings change, you can hear the difference in your environment, or you just get this overwhelming feeling of "it is done. i am here". I personally like to shift by sleep. its just easier for me. i just wake up and im there.

you said you maybe have shifted 2 times but you aren't sure. if you think you have, there is an almost 100% chance you did. the reason why it may have felt like a dream is because you senses were probably either not fully shifted yet or they were trying to ground themselves. thats how it was for my first ( for lack of a better term ) "mini shift".

my favorite Dr. i talk about my Arcane Dr far too much but it truly is my favorite and most visited at the moment. i really need to spend my time elsewhere😭 i talked about a few favorite moments in this Dr but ill tell another one. (TW: LONG ASS STORY. POTENTIALLY BORING)

so one random day, i had this fantastic idea. short silver metal press-on nails. shiny, clickity-clackity, beautiful, satisfying. i had to figure out a way to get them on my fucking fingers. i couldnt stop thinking about these dastardly things. so who do i know works with metal? Jayce mothafuckin Talis. now this was before Jayce and I started dating. so i was really scared to ask him because i thought he was so cute😭 but i eventually did ask him because these nails were more important than my anxiety. he was happy to make them for me. thinking about it in retrospect is so fucking funny because i had no business making this man cosplay as my nail tech. HAHAHAH. in order to make these nails, he had to take measurements of my nails and shape the metal to them....and that meant he had to like....gently hold my fingers and hands....i did not script this by the way. this just happened on its own. i was blushing like a damn fool, it was so embarrassing. BUT I GOT THE METAL PRESS-ON NAILS😁😁 i love them and he did a great job.

[wisdomseulogy]

JUST BREATHE

Jason Todd X Reader (Gender neutral except that reader is pregnant)

TW: Death, Abortion, Teen Pregnancy, Heavy Angst, Religious imagery, sadness, suffering, mentions of SI, happy ending. This is meant to be psychologically sad, do not read if you don't want to experience that. I also took some liberty with the timeline of things.

Divinely inspired by the song: Breathe (2 AM) by Anna Nalick

Images are not mine

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You first met Jason a few years ago when he started attending Gotham Academy. By then, the school already felt suffocating. Surrounded by rich kids in an impoverished neighborhood who care more about networking then they care about actual friendships.

You felt like you always had to sell yourself just to get a few words in because you weren't like them. The Wayne foundation gave you a full-ride to the private school and you thought maybe this would be your chance to break the cycle of generational poverty. But instead you were met with a bunch of people who were busy trying to prove that they were worthy enough to be friends with. Morals only matter to people in privilege, you didn't get that choice when you were born.

But Jason was different. It felt like he understood you in a way that the others couldn't. And maybe that's why you fell in love with him and still clung to the hope of him even when times were tough.

The relationship was very rocky. You hated how secretive he was and how he could go days without messaging you or even showing up in class. It made your mind drift to the possibility that something might have happened to him. And whenever you brought this up with him he just brushed it off saying he was busy and that you wouldn't understand.

Maybe you were so blinded by the illusion of hope that he gave you to notice him slipping. His eyes darker, staring off into space for longer. His texts shorter and the times you couldn't reach him stretching from just a couple days to weeks. But when he came back to your open arms, it was like all was right with the world. That all those lonely nights were worth it if it meant you could sleep by his side at least once.

You didn't expect to get pregnant. How many teenagers really expect that? But when you saw those two blue lines your heart fluttered for a moment, like a snowflake distilled in time, until it plummeted to the floor. A kid. His kid. Your kid.

Your brain turned into a flurry of thoughts. What would he say? Would he care? Would he want to be a part of the kids life?

A part of you was thankful it was his, at least you knew that the Wayne family would help you two to take care of the kid so you wouldn't have to relive your own childhood once again from a taller perspective.

It wasn't long before you started looking at baby clothes and trying to figure out what name you would give the child. But after a while the numbing fear of having to break the news to him set in.

He was on one of his no contact binges again. You figured he would come back in a week or so and you could tell him then. But he never came back.

What did come was a spattering of missed calls and texts. When you saw your phone lighting up in the middle of the night you smiled and assumed it must be Jason.

"Please call me back." A text from Bruce Wayne. You forgot he even gave you his number. A vague memory of him putting his contact into your phone at the last 'family' dinner telling you to let him know if anything happened.

You weren't sure when you stopped breathing, but you took a forceful inhale as you sat up and paused your finger over the button to call him back.

"Uh hey, it's me. You wanted to talk? Is Jason ok?" The words flew out of your mouth is a stuttering speed.

The short silence told you something you already knew. Jason was not ok.

Your conscious mind didn't even register Bruce's response before you found yourself running to the bathroom to throw up. The world was spinning so fast and all you had to hang onto was the toilet.

Someone came to check on you. You don't even remember who, your body moving on auto-pilot as you take a back seat and watch as the blizzard intensifies.

You were running through an endless tunnel and the snow banks were getting higher and higher. Screaming and clawing your way out. The closer you got to the light, the farther away it felt. Until you were standing in a church dressed in mourning black and holding a bouquet of roses. The thorns biting into your fingers but you didn't care. Nothing felt real anymore.

You looked around and you recognized the others. Bruce, Dick, Alfred. But that was it. Just you, them, and a coffin. His coffin.

Maybe it was the December air that froze your tears, and you tried so hard not to beat yourself up for not crying. Shouldn't you be crying?

A firm hand lands on your shoulder and you turn and look up at Bruce, his face cold and impassive. He notices the slight trickle of blood dripping down your fingers and onto your clothes.

"You should have Alfred bandage that up when...you're done," he said before giving you a tight smile that did nothing to encourage you. "I'm sorry," he says before giving you a pat on the back and walking away with Dick.

Sorry. That word meant nothing to you anymore. What was he to be sorry about? The news said it was the Joker. That he had been beaten so hard with a crowbar that his body was indistinguishable. They figured out it was him from dental records and blood tests.

You vaguely remember being asked if you wanted to see the body and you shook your head. You don't want to remember him like that. Like a beaten corpse. You didn't want those images poisoning your memory.

His memory.

The memory that was growing inside of you. The child that you had so much hope for turned into a parasite. A reminder of everything you've lost.

There was no way you were going to raise a kid on your own. Sure, you could have told Bruce that the kid was Jason's and maybe he would offer support, but that would mean having to tell people that you were pregnant with Jason's child. And if you said that aloud then...it would be real.

And right now its just a secret. A secret that no one needed to know. A burdened that was for some reason pushed onto you and now you had to decide what to do.

You hadn't been far along. If you went now you could get an abortion. Or maybe you could pray diligently and hope for a miscarriage. Or you could drink so much that you hope both of you die.

A very small part of you hoped-reasoned-that maybe Jason could take care of the kid for you if you let them reunite. Another part of you was going through pages and pages of people explaining how it is just a fetus and you shouldn't feel anything. But that fetus was once a bright star in your starless night, and now it is a black hole threatening to destroy everything.

Their eyes felt like they were burning through you. But everyone was here for the same reason right? And it was just a medical procedure and you didn't have anything to worry about and the receptionist gave you smile that reminded you that you still existed. That sometimes we work so hard for a future that we have no control over and eventually some people are going to wind up in a waiting room.

And it just so happened to be you this time. Trying to breathe through frozen tears in a vast silent snow covered meadow. Hoping that eventually December will just be another month and you will be able to live past this. Maybe one day the sun will shine and your heart will defrost and you can be happy once again. That you can smile once again.

Life is like car ride and you are the passenger. The only choice you have is which window to look out of and which music to play. But your destination will always be the same. And maybe one day you can look out of the front instead of the back.

Its been years since then. Since you closed your eyes as your half-naked body lay atop the medical bed like a bleeding lamb on an alter. Presented to the heavens as an offering. Praying that this was the right choice. And if its not to grab your soul and destroy it. Or else let you be reunited with the man you loved.

The pain gets better over the years and eventually you are smiling again. Even through the thickest of blizzards, the sun can still shine. Though at first it felt wrong, like it was burning your skin. That you weren't meant to be in its warmth and you were meant to die of hypothermia. You eventually get used to it.

To have loved and lost meant that you at least were loved. Knew how to love. Knew how to hope. Knew how to exist.

Though you never did cancel the baby registry. Your mind stills slightly as you get the email congratulating your baby for their 5th birthday.

And you don't even notice as the sun glints off a red helmet. You turn off your phone and go back to hanging out with your friends.

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Not beta read.

[fiahasleaves]

come back - park jongseong

part 2 for you should leave

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it took mere hours for him to begin missing your presence, but when you didn't come home for a week, jay decided it was time to take matters into his own hands.

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park jongseong x reader

w/c ~ 1.5k words

angst, groveling, last chances, comfort

masterlist

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your sister welcomed you into her home, giving you her sympathy after you, vaguely, told her what happened.

it's been a week now.

you'd muted him on everything that you could, ignoring his half-assed apology messages and all his pleas. he didn't mean them, not really, he just didn't like being alone for once.

he'd even gone as far as messaging your sister, asking if he could see you, demanding that you answer your phone, which you still did not.

so when he showed up at your workplace, you were speechless, shocked, to say the least.

your boss, unaware that anything had happened, allowed him into the building, then into your office with a wide grin. jay's face was the opposite. it was stoic. tired. exhausted.

hopeful.

the door clicks shut. it's just you and him again.

"jay-" you start, voice low and uninterested.

"please, just let me talk. let me say i'm sorry." he pleads once again.

a deep sigh exits your mouth. "i don't want to talk to you."

he steps closer, towering over you from your seated position, "c'mon, that's not fair."

"but it's fair for you to kick me out of our house? to say you don't care where i go? that you just want me gone?"

he visibly crumples at your words, shoulders sagging with disappointment. disappointment in himself. at his words.

"you know i didn't mean any of-" he goes to defend himself.

you stand up, still not taller than him, "i don't wanna hear it, jay."

heels click against the laminate floor as you walk past him, opening your glass door.

"you want me to leave?" he asks, sounding somewhat astonished that he's being kicked out.

"yes. don't come to my office again."

he leaves without another word.

and he doesn't come back to your office.

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three days pass before you see him for the second time.

you're sat on a bench in a park, watching your niece for the day, when jay walks over. you can't tell whether he'd planned it or not.

but then his eyes lock with yours, and they widen with contained shock. a coincidence.

wordlessly, he sits down next to you.

"what are you doing here, jay?" you sound fed-up and impatient, eyes glued to the pig-tails running around the park.

he doesn’t answer your question, cutting straight to the point. "i'm sorry, y/n. i love you, i mean it, please believe me." he whispers the last part.

you run a hand through your hair, "how can i? you started an argument over something so small. were you tired of me?"

his hand instinctively covers yours, "baby, i could never get tired of you."

"then why'd you make me leave?"

the question simmers in the silence that settles.

he knows he should feel guilty — and he does — but he doesn't know how to make things right.

he hates the quietness in the mornings, hates how empty the wardrobe looks without just a few of your hoodies, hates how big the bed seems without having another person in it. he wants you — needs you — back.

a small giggle and thudding footsteps draw you both away from the conversation — and your own thoughts.

"uncle!" your niece, mia, smiles, it's even wider than when she found out you were sleeping over at hers.

he was always her favourite.

jay's arms are outstretched as she jumps into them, small arms wrapping around him when he sets her on his lap, "hi sweetie." he grins back, patting her head.

"are you coming to stay over with auntie too?" she asks innocently, to her knowledge, everything's okay right now.

he shakes his head, "no, i have to, uh, work. look after the house and the plants whilst she’s gone.”

she pouts, “what if i come to your house and we have a sleepover there?”

“ah, you’d have to ask your mum.” he smiles sympathetically, stroking her hair and twirling the pig-tails around his finger.

you hold back your adoration at the scene, seeing him with your niece was always your weak point.

and he knew it, too.

he leans down to her ear, whispering something that’s carried away with the wind.

then she turns to you, eyes wide and glowing.

“why are you giving me puppy eyes…” you question, very curious and very concerned.

she blinks frantically at you, “can jay come over for dinner, pleeease?” somehow, you were expecting that kind of question.

he pulls a sweet out of his pocket, sliding it into her small hand, supposedly ‘stealthily’, but it was very obvious.

you sigh, you can’t say no to her, “i’ll ask your mum.”

but her mother can.

“ask her now!” the girl giggles, jumping off jay’s lap as she drags him onto the park by his hand.

you call your sister, it rings a few times before she finally answers.

it had just been you and your niece for the last two days, your sister has been on a work trip so you offered to babysit as you were staying with them anyway.

“hey, what’s up?” her voice comes out rushed, as though she’s walking somewhere.

“mia was asking if jay could come over for dinner, i thought i should ask you first.”

a door slams shut, then the engine of a car starts, “yeah, yeah that’s okay. he can stay over if he wants to.”

your eyebrows draw together, “has he spoken to you?”

“…maybe.”

you scoff, “i thought you were on my side.”

she laughs to herself, or at your tone, “i am! but he just sounds like he genuinely regrets what he said. give him a chance, y/n.”

“i’ll think about it.”

“good.” it sounds like she’s started to drive now, “i’ve got to go now, so be nice, okay?”

“okay. drive safe, goodbye.”

she hangs up before saying goodbye to you, very typical.

you were full-on expecting her to say no, but of course she has to be considerate and listen to jay.

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here you are, chopping up vegetables as jay and mia laugh together on the sofa. you turn around, hoping for him to not see you staring at him, alas he does.

it was growing harder to convince yourself that you didn’t miss him. his presence. waking up to him.

a sharp sting graces your finger, a hiss leaves your mouth as your head spins around, met with a small slice across your fingertip.

jay’s at your side before you can even blink, hand cradling your finger as he turns the tap on, gently bringing the cut underneath it.

“does it hurt?” he asks, chest pressed against your back, head right beside yours.

“it’s fine, jay.” your voice comes out small. hushed.

his hand circles your lower back, “let me help.”

you turn your head the slightest bit, your faces are close, nose just a breath away from his.

“the plasters are under the sink.”

he nods, retrieving them before fixing your finger up — he treats it as though it’s life threatening, all seriousness, lips pressed together as he focuses on making the plaster sit comfortably.

and before you know it, he’s making the dinner for you instead, demanding that you sit down with your niece and relax.

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it’s you and him now, again.

mia had fallen asleep whilst watching a movie, so jay carried her into her bed and is now sat next to you on the sofa. watching you. waiting for you to say the first thing.

“thank you.” you mutter, shifting to sit on your feet.

“it’s okay.” his smile warms you. he shuffles a seat over, gently taking your hands. “i’m sorry for kicking you out of our house. for being short with you. shouting at you. saying that my work was more important than yours.”

“jay-“ you go to stop him, forgiving him as soon as he apologised again.

throughout the day, he’d proven how bad he feels, proven how empty it felt without each other. how much you’d rely on the other without realising it.

“please let me finish before you tell me to leave.” his eyes look so soft, so sad.

you stop him again, “you can stay.”

“you forgive me?” his hands squeeze yours, thumbs rubbing the back of your palms.

“this is your last chance though, jay. if you kick me out again, then that’s it.” your tone managed to stay calm, gentle.

he nods, arms now pulling you into his side, one hand holding your head and the other rubbing your back. “i promise you, i’ll never say anything like that again. i won’t take my stress out on you.” he kisses the side of your head, muttering many sincere apologies.

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the night continued and he never left your side.

never stopped apologising — he even stopped you from saying sorry.

he fell asleep in your arms in the guest room, cheek smushed against your chest as his arms held tightly around your waist.

your hands roamed his back and his head, lulling him into slumber.

and when you woke up in the morning, still together, after so much time away, everything felt right.

complete.

like you’re meant to be.

despite the odd argument here and there.

taglist: @cakeforwonu

[camficdiner]

i was wishing for a

4 - 6 - 1.2 - 2

with a slow burn sleepover

love ya xoxo

☕️ cams fic diner — order 105

🍒 thank you to the girlies who swear they’re just his sister’s best friend. he’s too tall, too sweet, too good. but then you’re in his bed, in his hoodie, and he’s whispering that you’ve always been his. this one’s yours.

💬 “Close Enough to Touch”

✨ description & prompts:

- character: Matt Rempe

- prompt: you patch up his injury — and then he asks you to stay the night

-tropes: sister’s best friend • mutual pining • slow burn sleepover

wc ~1.7k

🛼✨🍒🧁

Matt’s sister — your best friend — asked you to check on him after the game. Said he took a rough hit and was being, quote, “a 6’8 dumbass” about it. Said he refused to go to the team doc. Said he’d listen to you.

You didn’t expect to find him like this.

Hair wet from a shower, gauze peeled halfway off a cut above his brow, knuckles scraped, hoodie hanging off one shoulder — too big, too soft — with one sock on and the other somewhere under the couch.

“Hey,” you say gently.

He looks up from where he’s sprawled, long limbs awkward and heavy. “Did she send you?”

“She bribed me,” you deadpan, setting your little first aid kit on the coffee table. “With wine and tiramisu.”

Matt grins. “Sounds fair.”

You kneel on the couch cushion beside him, straddling one thigh for balance. His eyes flicker to the way your hand brushes his cheek. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe, even.

You clean the cut. He winces.

“Sorry,” you murmur.

“S’okay.” He says it so quietly. “You’re gentle.”

You freeze — just for a second. Then keep going. You tape the gauze, fingers steady, even though you feel like your whole chest is lit up.

You’ve known Matt forever. He was always your best friend’s little brother. Gangly and golden and annoying. And then one day you blinked and he was a man. Big. Broad. Quiet, but never shy around you.

You try to pull away.

He catches your wrist. “Stay?”

You raise a brow. “Matt—”

“Not like that. Just… stay.”

You should say no. You should remind him this is dangerous — that your best friend would kill you, that this is already too much.

But you say, “Okay.”

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You sleep in the guest room. He gives you one of his hoodies. You change. Crawl under the blankets.

You don’t sleep.

You think about the way he looked at you — how careful he was when he touched your wrist, like you were glass, or worse — something he wanted but couldn’t have.

You’re almost asleep when there’s a soft knock.

“Yeah?” you whisper.

The door creaks open. His silhouette fills the frame.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

You sit up. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I know,” he says. “I just… couldn’t.”

He hesitates — then walks in. Sits on the edge of the bed.

“I’m glad you came,” he says. “Even if she did bribe you.”

You smile. “I would’ve come anyway.”

Matt turns to you. Really turns.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for, like, months,” he admits. “But I thought maybe you’d just laugh at me. Or worse, tell her.”

“Matt—”

“I like you,” he blurts. “Like… really like you. And I know I’m just the little brother or whatever, but I’m not a kid anymore.”

You stare at him.

And then you kiss him.

It starts soft. A question. But he answers it with the way he pulls you in — hands warm on your waist, lips parting against yours like he’s been starving for it.

You break for air.

“Just so you know,” you whisper, “this is a terrible idea.”

“Yeah,” he says, grinning. “But you’re still wearing my hoodie.”

You don’t mean for it to happen like this.

But when you press your mouth to his — when Matt kisses you like he’s afraid he’ll never get another chance — it all feels inevitable.

He lays you back slowly, gently, like the world might crack if he moves too fast.

His body covers yours, big and warm and tentative, and when your fingers slip beneath the hem of his hoodie to trace over the soft skin of his stomach, he exhales sharply.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Been thinking about this… about you… way too long.”

Your response is a soft whimper when his mouth moves down your throat — slow, reverent kisses pressed along your jaw, down your collarbone. He eases the hoodie off you like he’s unwrapping something sacred, eyes trailing down your body as if to commit you to memory.

And when you arch for him — when you pull him close and roll your hips against his — he groans. Deep. Guttural.

“You’re so warm,” he breathes. “So soft.”

Your fingers thread into his hair as he moves down, trailing kisses over your chest, your ribs, your stomach — dragging his tongue along every inch of bare skin he can reach. He murmurs against you, little praises and confessions, like he can’t help it.

When he finally settles between your thighs, you’re already trembling — every inch of you alight, needing. His mouth ghosts over the inside of your knee before he looks up.

“Can I taste you?” he asks, voice low and wrecked. “Please.”

You nod. “Matt—please.”

The first drag of his tongue has your back arching off the mattress.

He’s gentle, at first — slow and deliberate, hands bracketing your hips to keep you steady while he licks and kisses with soft, teasing strokes. He learns you quickly, like he’s obsessed with getting it just right — and when he finds that spot, the one that makes your legs shake, he groans into you.

“Taste so good,” he whispers. “So fucking good for me.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair. You cry out his name. You feel the pressure build — tight and trembling, toes curling, thighs clenching around his shoulders as he brings you right to the edge and over it.

You come with a gasp, shivering through it, his name broken on your lips.

But he doesn’t stop.

He licks you through it, slow and gentle again, until you’re twitching from overstimulation — and only then does he crawl back up your body, kissing you with your own taste still sweet on his tongue.

“You okay?” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “Too much?”

You shake your head. “No. Perfect.”

When he pushes into you — slow, thick, deep — he curses softly into the crook of your neck.

“You feel like heaven,” he breathes. “Fuck, you feel like everything.”

You’re soaked, still sensitive, and he’s big — stretching you until it’s almost too much. But he takes his time, rocking into you in steady, gentle thrusts, one hand laced with yours and the other wrapped around your waist to keep you close.

It’s messy. Soft. Unhurried. A slow rhythm that feels more like worship than sex.

His lips find your shoulder, your jaw, your temple. His voice is low and reverent in your ear.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re mine. If you want to be.”

And you do. God, you do.

You tell him with your body — the way you cling to him, the way you wrap your legs around his waist and cry out his name as he moves inside you like he means it. Like he’s waited a lifetime.

When you come again — tighter, longer, deeper — he lets go with you, groaning your name like a promise. He buries his face in your neck as he spills inside you, shuddering, his whole body pressed tight to yours like he never wants to leave.

And then silence.

You lie together in the dark — your head on his chest, his fingers tracing idle shapes along your spine. The storm rages outside, but here, in this room, in his arms, everything is still.

——

You fall asleep on his chest, his arms wrapped around you like you’re something precious.

And in the morning, your best friend texts:

“Hey. Did Matt patch himself up okay? Did you end up staying? 👀”

You don’t answer.

Matt’s still sleeping — soft, snoring gently beside you. You pull the blankets up to his shoulders, smile to yourself, and tuck your face into the crook of his neck.

He’s warm. He’s safe.

And he’s not just your best friend’s brother anymore.

[inmyglenpowellera]

Bad Reputation Part 4 | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Taylor Swift inspired!OC

Request: Requested by @akornsworld

Word Count: 5,706 words

Summary: There's that saying for some people, “You can't go home again.” When you grow up and leave, that's it, you don't go back home. Presley Joann Benjamin (stage name Presley Jo) believed that was the case for her. Never did she think she would be right back where she started. But her Aunt insisted it was the best for her. She thought for sure her life and career were over until she meets a certain cocky aviator.

Warnings: Alcohol use, cursing, fluff, Jake being an absolute gentleman, Rooster being an absolute asshole, sexual references

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

“Alright, Buttercup. What is it,” Jake asked me, narrowing his eyes in suspicion from his spot on my couch.

“What,” I asked defensively, looking at him innocently.

“You only come at me dressed like that when you want something or you're trying to soften the blow of what you're about to say,” Jake argued with me, gesturing to my attire of his Navy tank (with no bra) and black lace panties.

I looked down at myself and shook my head. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Mhm, sure,” he said sarcastically with a smirk before reaching out for me.

“I don't,” I argued, crossing my arms and pouting like a child as he maneuvered me to stand between his legs.

“Presley,” Jake said firmly, causing me to flush and avoid his eyes. “What is it,” he asked, placing his hands on my waist.

“It's a couple of things,” I told him softly, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey, what's up? What has you acting like this,” he asked me softly, pulling me to straddle his lap and wrap his arms around me.

I was quiet for a moment before sighing. “One of my friend's agents said they know of a manager who is interested in meeting with me.”

“Presley, that's great,” Jake said with glee, squeezing me in his arms. I remained silent, causing him to loosen his hold and look at me seriously. “That’s great… right?”

I bit my lip and looked down at my hands, fiddling with them nervously in between us. “I’m not sure.”

“What aren’t you sure about,” he asked me curiously, bringing one of his hands up to push my hair back behind my ear.

“I’m just worried, you know. My last manager was a fucking asshole, used me until I had nothing left to give, and then decided to try to take advantage of me when he knew there was a chance he was going to lose me. I was nothing but a cash cow to him,” I explained to him sheepishly.

“Presley, not everyone is like that,” Jake reassured me, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

“I know that. I just don't want a repeat of what happened last time. I'm still hiding from the world because of that asshole. What if this person just wants to meet with me so they can also take advantage of me in this vulnerable state,” I explained.

“Well, did your friend say anything else besides that they wanted to meet you,” Jake asked me curiously, understanding my fears as well.

“She said that they have been trying to get in contact with me for the last couple of months, going through a bunch of different people until they got in contact with the correct one. They want to help me get my career back.”

Jake sat in silence with me for a moment, taking the information in before he spoke up.

“I think you should meet up with them. I think it wouldn't hurt to hear what they have to say and their ideas. And if it makes you feel any better, I'll go with you to the meeting,” Jake told me, rubbing his thumbs along my thighs.

“Really,” I asked softly.

“Really. I gotta protect my girl,” Jake reassured me with a grin.

“Thank you. I love it when you call me your girl,” I told him, leaning forward to peck him on the lips.

Jake returned the kiss, pressing more into it to try and deepen it, but I pulled away and let my lips brush against his.

“There's one more thing,” I whispered to him.

“I knew it,” Jake said smugly before pulling away and leaning back on the couch. “Hit me.”

“Penny wants you to come to dinner with the family,” I said quickly, softly biting my lip after.

Jake's face fell slightly. “The family,” he asked, causing me to hum at him. “As in her and Amelia?”

“And Mav and Bradley,” I added on.

Jake's face dropped even more, causing me to wrap my arms around his neck and pout at him.

“No, not going to happen,” Jake said, shaking his head.

“Please,” I whined softly, looking up at him from under my lashes.

“No, Presley, absolutely not,” Jake said adamantly.

“Why not,” I asked defiantly. 

“Because I get enough shit from both of them at work, I don't need it in my personal life as well,” he argued with me.

“Well, that's because they only know Hangman. They don't know Jake,” I argued back.

“No, Presley,” Jake denied, placing his hands on my hips to try and move me off of him.

I tightened my grip around his neck and pressed myself against him, moving my legs to wrap around and connect around his back.

“Presley, get off,” Jake said with a slight chuckle.

“No,” I told him, my voice muffled from where my face was squished against his chest.

“Pres-”

“I won't let go until you agree,” I shouted at him, pulling myself closer to him, accidentally grinding myself against his pelvis.

Jake's grip on my waist tightened to stop my movements.

“Stop doing that. I know what you're doing,” he said quietly, looking up at the ceiling and away from me.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said smugly before grinding myself against him again.

“Presley, stop,” Jake said sternly, lifting my hips from his lap.

I leaned forward and placed a kiss under his ear. “If you come to dinner, I will do that thing you like with my tongue,” I whispered to him, gripping his ear lobe with my teeth and giving a tug. 

Jake moaned at my words and gripped my hips harder. “Now, you're just being unfair, Darlin’.”

“Hm, I think I'm being completely fair,” I breathed out, grinding my hips against him again. 

I began placing kisses along his neck, sucking on his pulse point briefly before continuing my trek to his collar bone nibbling on the area.

“I want you to make me dinner for a week too,” Jake added on, his breathing becoming even more labored.

“Consider me your personal chef,” I agreed, continuing my actions up and down his neck.

“And I want my lunch made every day for a week,” he breathed out.

“I'll be a good little American housewife,” I whispered to him, hearing him moan at my words.

“And I want you to ride me again,” he moaned out, pulling me away from him to look me in the eyes.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” I said with a smirk before he smashed his lips against mine with a groan.

I smirked once he picked me up and laid me down on the couch, the two of us ripping our clothes off within seconds before spending the rest of our day entwined with each other on the small piece of furniture.

Jake pulled his big pickup truck in front of Penny's before parking and turning the engine off. I took off my seatbelt and reached down to grab my purse off the floor, along with the covered dish, brown paper bag, and flowers. I leaned back up from the floor and looked over at Jake to see the obvious look of annoyance on his face, following his gaze to see Mav's bike and Bradley's Bronco parked in the driveway.

“What's wrong,” I sighed, pulling down the mirror to check my hair and makeup.

“Nothing,” he reassured me, a sigh coming out shortly after.

“It's obviously something with how you're behaving,” I prodded, fixing my lip gloss in the mirror.

Jake glanced over at me briefly before sighing again and flipping the mirror back up.

“Hey,” I yelled out in complaint.

“My problem is that my sexy pop star girlfriend is looking at herself in the mirror as if a single hair out of place could be the complete end of the world and make her any less attractive to me,” he said smugly.

“Aw,” I cooed, leaning towards him like I was going to kiss him. “Nice try, I know it's something else bothering you.”

Jake sighed and leaned back into his seat, remaining silent.

“Is this about Pete and Bradley,” I asked him quietly. Jake remained silent, letting me know I hit the nail on the head. “Look, it's just one dinner, and Penny promised me the two would behave,” I tried reassuring him, but he remained silent. “How about I make you another deal?”

Jake perked up and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “I'm listening….”

“You come into dinner like you're supposed to. You behave and act like the perfect gentleman that I know you are, and absolutely knock Penny's socks off. And if Mav or Bradley says anything out of line or something that bothers you, we will leave, and you never have to come to family dinner ever again. And I'll even still keep up my end of our previous bargain,” I offered up to him.

Jake looked over at me with hope. “Even the tongue thing?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes at him. “Yes, even the tongue thing.”

Jake sat in thought for a moment, looking between me and the house a couple of times before nodding. “Deal,” he said, holding his hand out towards me.

I shook my head at him. “Nuh uh, Cowboy. We need to make sure this document is air-tight,” I teased him before leaning over the center console to place a kiss on his lips.

“Last I checked, we make sure a document is airtight in a more explicit way,” he smirked at me.

“Yeah, but I'm not giving you head right in front of my aunt's house. It wouldn't be the best first impression if we got caught. Plus, I would be making good on our agreement before you've followed through on your end,” I smirked back at him before leaning back into my seat and throwing my purse over my shoulder. 

I shifted in my seat to open the door, but Jake stopped me. 

“If you even think about opening that door and getting out yourself, I will make you climb back up into this truck so I can do it for you properly,” Jake spoke up quickly, pointing over at me in a scolding manner. I raised my hands in the air, showing him I would wait for him. “Good girl,” he said smugly.

I released a little moan at his words and bit my lip. “Jake, you know what that does to me.”

Jake gave me a teasing smirk. “And you say I'm the horny one,” he said, climbing out of the car.

“We're both horny. It's a team effort,” I called through the windows to him.

I listened to Jake let out a laugh of amusement as he walked around the front of the car, a smile stretching across his face. He walked up to my door and pulled it open, offering his hand out to me. I placed my own in it and accepted his help out of the truck, carefully placing my two feet on the ground before adjusting my dress as he gripped the flowers and brown paper bag in his hand and handed me the covered dish, still warm from the oven. I accepted the dish with a smile before leading Jake up the sidewalk to the front door. Jake followed closely behind and paused next to me. I looked over at him briefly and saw some lint on his shirt, causing me to reach over and brush it off. Jake nodded at me in thanks before reaching forward to ring the doorbell.

“Oh, you've got some lip gloss on your lip,” I told him, reaching up to get the smudge.

Jake nodded at me once again in thanks before reaching forward once again to ring the doorbell.

“Oh, you're hair,” I said softly, reaching up to his hairline.

“Presley, I love you to death, but can I just ring the doorbell already,” Jake asked me in exasperation, gesturing to the door.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said with a cringe, clearing my throat as he rang the doorbell. The two of us sat in silence for a second as Theo began barking and footsteps came towards the door. “I love you, too,” I added in quickly and quietly before the door opened.

“Theo, no, back up,” Amelia told him before looking up at the two of us. “Thank God. Mom is going crazy in the kitchen for no reason. I think Bradley and Mav are driving her up the wall.

“And that's different from any other family dinner,” I asked Amelia jokingly as I stepped through the front door, Jake following behind me.

I took my heels off at the door, Jake following my lead and taking off his boots. I wrapped Amelia in a hug after doing so, the younger wrapping her arms tightly around me.

“Hi, Jake,” Amelia said over my shoulder to the blonde pilot.

“Hey, Kujo,” he greeted her with a smirk, recalling when she threatened him like a vicious attack dog when he picked me up for our first date.

Amelia pulled away from me and looked at him with a slight glare before stepping forward and pulling him into a hug as well. Jake chuckled at the girl and wrapped his arms around her in return. When Amelia pulled out of the hug, she turned to me once again.

“It's been so boring in this house since you moved out,” she whined, moving farther into the house, the two of us following her.

“Well, if you ever get too bored, just text or call me and you can come over to my place anytime you want,” I told her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

“With her mother's permission, of course,” Penny called out from her spot behind the island, hearing our conversation as we walked into the kitchen.

“Obviously, Aunt Penny. I can be responsible, sometimes,” I reassured her before looking over at Amelia and giving her a wink.

Penny looked up from her task of cutting up veggies for the salad to give the two of us a smile. She wiped her hands on a rag before coming around the counter to greet the two of us properly.

“Hey, PJ,” she greeted me, placing a kiss on my cheek and pulling me into a hug. I squeezed her tight in return before she pulled away and looked over at Jake. “Jake, it's nice to have you over and formally meet you as Presley's boyfriend,” Penny told him before pulling him into a hug as well.

“Thanks for having me,” Jake told her as he accepted her hug.

“Absolutely. I wanted to find out what's drawn my beautiful niece to such a talented aviator,” Penny told him, patting him on the shoulder once they pulled out of their hug.

“Well-” “Don't you dare finish that sentence,” I cut him off, causing him to immediately snap his mouth shut.

Penny looked over at me, impressed, before looking back at Jake. “Those are some beautiful flowers.”

Jake looked down at his hands, and a smirk came over my face when I remembered this exact moment on our first date.

“These are for you two. I was told by a little birdy that someone likes sunflowers,” he said, handing the sunflowers to Penny. “And someone else likes pink peonies,” he said as he handed the peonies to Amelia.

Amelia looked down at the flowers in her hands before looking up at Jake. “Don't think that you giving me flowers takes you off my radar. I'm still watching you.”

Penny gave Amelia a playful swat. “Go find some vases.” Amelia did as she was told as Penny turned back to the two of us. “Thank you for the flowers, Jake. They're beautiful.”

“It's no problem, ma'am. My mama taught me you should never meet a young lady's family empty-handed. Especially if you're meeting her mama,” he explained to Penny, his southern drawl coming out stronger than usual.

“Hm, “ma'am.” I like you even more already,” she told him with a smirk.

Jake nodded at her with a smile, looking over at me briefly with a look of success. I smiled up at him and brought my hand up to rub his back before looking back over at Penny.

“Pete and Bradley are out back, manning the grill. You're welcome to join them,” Penny told him as she gestured towards the backyard.

“Uh…,” Jake trailed off, unsure if he wanted to do so.

At this moment, the back door slid open, and Pete stepped through the door. 

“Oh, Presley, Jake, nice of you two to join us,” he greeted the two of us. “Bradley, Presley, and Jake are here,” he called out back before shutting the door and walking towards the two of us.

“Hi, Uncle Pete,” I greeted him, accepting his hug.

Mav pulled away from me with a soft smile before looking over at Jake. I could see Jake resisting the urge to stand at attention in the presence of his superior, and I could tell Mav could see it too. A small smirk came over his face before he held his hand out towards Jake. Jake hesitantly reached forward and placed his hand in Mav's, accepting a handshake before Mav brought him into a hug as well.

“At ease, soldier. We aren't at work right now,” Mav told him, patting him on the shoulder as the back door opened once again.

I looked over at Bradley briefly before focusing my attention on Pete and Penny. Pete leaned in and placed a kiss on Penny's cheek before looking around the room.

“Where’s Amelia?”

“Getting some vases. Jake brought us flowers,” Penny told him, lifting the flower and putting emphasis on Jake's name.

“Kiss ass,” I heard a voice mumble.

“Bradley,” Mav scolded his godson before looking over at us. “You're making me look bad here, Jake.”

“Sorry, sir,” Jake told him with a kind smile.

“Like I said, we're not at work. You can call me Pete after hours,” Mav told him with a bright smile.

“Okay, Pete, I also brought something for you,” Jake told him, holding a brown paper bag out to him.

Pete accepted the bag and opened it to pull out a bottle of scotch. “Macallan, 15 year old, double cask,” Mav read the bottle, and an impressed look came over his face. “I like your taste, Jake.”

“Thank you, si- Pete,” he said politely.

I finally looked past Pete and Penny and towards Bradley, who was leaning against the doorway to the backyard. 

“Hey, Killer,” I greeted him brightly.

“Queenie,” he greeted back, moving from his spot to hug me.

I pulled away from the hug and smiled at him brightly before looking over at Jake and urging him to greet him. 

“Hangman,” Bradley greeted him with a flat tone.

“Rooster,” Jake greeted back.

“Bradley, you know the rules of family dinner,” Penny scolded him from the other side of Pete.

“There are rules,” Jake asked me quietly, leaning towards me.

“Only one, no call signs, or anything to do with work,” Penny reassured him.

“Well, I'm not calling him by his first name,” Bradley said simply.

“Bradley, seriously,” I scoffed at him.

“Don't worry, Bradshaw, the feeling is mutual. I'll settle for a last name at least,” Jake told him, looking him in the eye. 

The two stared each other down for a moment. Causing me to sigh in frustration. I looked between the two of them before holding up the covered dish in my hands. 

“We brought dessert.”

We all sat around the dining table at Penny's house. Penny and Pete were sitting at each end of the table, with Amelia and Bradley sitting on one side of the table and Jake and I on the other. 

“Looks delicious, Pete, Penny,” I complimented the two of them, accepting the dish Penny handed me to get my helpings. 

“Thank you,” she told me before looking past me at Jake. “You have many family dinners back home, Jake,” she asked him curiously.

Jake accepted the dish I was handing him as he answered Penny. “Yes, ma’am. Although. This spread is nothing compared to what my mama whips up.”

“Big family,” Pete asked curiously.

“That and big stomachs,” Jake told them with a bright grin, recalling the family dinners back home. “My mom cooks like she's cooking for the whole navy.”

“Are you an only child,” Amelia asked him curiously.

“No, only boy, though. Three sisters, one older and two younger. All of them have kids of their own,” he told her.

“So your mom must be thrilled that you've finally found somebody to stick around for a little while,” Penny commented, shooting me a smirk.

“Yes, ma'am, but she doesn't quite know who yet,” Jake explained to her, reaching over to place his hand on my thigh under the table. “Also, I'm hoping a little while means forever with this one.”

I blushed at his words and squeezed his hand in mine, unaware of the approving looks Penny and Pete were shooting each other across the table.

“Well, since we're talking about forever, there are some things we should make clear,” Bradley told Jake, leaning forward on both elbows and shooting him an intimidating look across the table.

“Like what, Bradley,” I asked him with a glare.

“Well, first off, if you even think about hurting her, I will-”

“Amelia already beat you to that Killer,” I cut him off with a smirk, looking over at the young teen.

Bradley stopped what he was saying, looked between Jake, Amelia, and me a few times before settling on me.

“W-what,” he asked in shock.

“The preteen beat you to the punch, Bradhsaw,” Jake repeated, sending the young girl a smirk as well.

“Amelia,” Bradley yelled in shock, looking over at the girl.

“Nobody messes with my JoJo,” she argued with him.

“She was my Queenie before she was your JoJo,” he argued back with her.

“And she was my niece before either of you even met her, eat your dinner,” Penny told the two of them.

The two of them silently went back to their meals before Bradley looked up at the two of us again. 

“When did this even happen?”

“First date, answered the door and interrogated me like the good little attack dog she is,” Jake told him before winking at Amelia, who smirked at him.

“Anyways, where did you say you were from, again, Jake,” Penng asked him curiously.

“Small town just outside of Austin, Texas. Born and raised there,” Jake told her proudly.

“A true southern gentleman, then. I can see the appeal, Pres,” Penny said with a smirk.

“Sure, a gentleman,” Bradley scoffed from across the table.

I glared at him from across the table as Jake squeezed my thigh in reassurance. He reached forward for his scotch from the bottle he bought for Mav before taking a sip, clearing his throat, and looking between Penny and Amelia.

“So, is there anything else I should know about Presley?”

“Besides her only child syndrome,” Amelia said with a smirk.

I gasped at her from across the table. “I do not have only child syndrome,” I argued with her, throwing a veggie across the table at her.

“What about when Bradley got in trouble for trying to climb up the side of the house and sneak her out when she was 16 and he was 21,” Penny added in.

“Oh, god,” Bradley groaned now from across the table.

“Oh, I gotta hear this,” Jake said with glee, leaning forward in interest.

“Oh, you really don't,” I groaned.

“I woke up to Bradley lying in our rose bushes underneath Presley's bedroom windows, and Presley yelling out her windows to him, checking if he was okay,” Penny told Jake as she laughed.

“That's how he got the scratch on his neck,” I told Jake, gesturing to the scar still present all these years later.

“Mind you, my ex-husband and I were still together at the time, so he wasn't too happy he had to call my ex-boyfriend to come pick up his godson,” Penny said with a pointed look in Bradley's direction. 

“Trust me, his godfather wasn't too happy to receive that call either,” Mav said from the other end of the table. 

“In my defense, it was all Bradley's idea,” I said quickly, pointing across the table at the aviator. 

“Did you just throw me under the bus, Queenie,” Bradley said in mock disappointment. 

“I know the saying is 'no man left behind,' but in this case, it's every man for himself,” I shrugged at him innocently.

We all shared a laugh at my words. But it quickly died down at Jake's next question.

“So, where did the nickname Queenie come from?”

“Um…,” I trailed off, gripping Jake's hand tightly in my own before looking over at Bradley.

“Why does it matter. The only person who calls her that is me,” Bradley argued with him.

“Bradley, he was just curious,” I argued back.

“Sure, whatever,” Bradley scoffed once again, finishing what was left on his plate.

“Who wants dessert,” Penny asked, moving to grab the dish from the kitchen in an effort to change the subject. “What did you make for us tonight?”

“Apple pie,” I answered, bringing Jake's hand up to place a kiss on the back of it.

Jake looked down at me with a soft smile before leaning over and placing a kiss on the side of my head. He leaned in closer and whispered a soft “I love you” into my ear and placed another kiss on the side of my head before pulling away and settling into his chair. Penny carried the dish into the dining room and began plating the pie, passing it around to everybody. Pete took a bite of his slice and widened his eyes, looking over at me, impressed.

“This is amazing, Presley, good job,” He said as he dug in for more.

“Really good,” Amelia said in agreement.

“Thank you, but I didn't make it. Jake did,” I told them, taking a bite as well.

“But you helped. Give yourself more credit,” Jake argued with me, placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Qell, I'd love to get the recipe. The ladies at the next PTA meeting would die over this,” Penny told him.

“I'll have to check with my mama and see. The recipe was my great-great-grandma's. She perfected it during the war. It was the first thing she made for my great-great-grandpa when he returned home,” he told her as he enjoyed his slice.

“What's the main ingredient in it? Poison,” Bradley asked from across the table, his slice still untouched.

I slammed my fork down on the table and glared at him from across the table.

“Okay, Bradley, that's it. I am done with you-”

“Presley, stop,” Jake cut me off, placing his hand over my own while looking down at the table.

“No, Jake, I'm not going to stop. I'm not going to sit here and let him-” 

“You are going to stop because I'm going to handle it,” Jake argued with me before looking up from the table and looking at Bradley. “Look, Bradhsaw, I know you and I have our differences-”

“That's an understatement,” Bradley scoffed out.

“And that we have had them for a while. But that doesn't change the fact that I am absolutely, completely, 100%, totally, without a doubt in love with Presley. I would do absolutely anything for her, including come to dinner with my boss and his godson who give me shit every day at work- excuse my language Penny,” he cut himself off to say to my aunt.

“You're completely fine, continue,” Penny reassured him, leaning back into her seat.

“I love her, and like I said before, I intend to spend the rest of my life with her. So, whether you like it or not, I'm here to stay for as long as Presley wants me to. If you've got a problem with that, you're just going to have to get over it,” Jake shrugged at Bradley.

I stared at Jake in amazement at his words, feeling myself blush from head to toe. I gripped his hand tightly in my own and squeezed my thighs together, unable to stop myself from being absolutely turned on by his defending himself. Jake took a deep breath as he continued to hold eye contact with Bradley. All of us remained silent. Penny, Pete, and Amelia continued looking between the two oversized children, while my eyes remained on Jake. I broke my gaze from him when Bradley slowly stood from the table. I looked across the way at him, nervously gripping Jake's hand as he slowly stood as well. Bradley silently reached a hand out across the table to Jake. The blonde aviator slowly raised his hand and gripped it in his own.

“Truce, Seresin. Just don't hurt my Queenie,” he told him quietly, looking down at me after shaking his hand.

I mouthed a “thank you” to him before gripping Jake's hand in both of mine, pulling him to sit back down. Bradley took a seat as well, grabbing his fork and finally taking a bite of his slice of pie. Bradley chewed for a moment, and all of us continued to sit in silence as he chewed before he sniffled, rubbed his nose, and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“It's good, Seresin. Your grandma knew what she was doing,” Bradley complimented.

“It was actually my great-great-grandma,” Jake corrected him.

“Don't push it,” Bradley immediately told him, taking another bite.

“Yeah,” Jake agreed quickly, taking another bite of his pie as well.

All of us sat in silence for a moment, continuing to look between the two before Bradley spoke up again. 

“So, tell us about how you two met,” Bradley said to the two of us.

I smirked to myself as Jake scoffed and pointed at me. “She bullied me when we first met.”

I gasped and looked over at him in shock. “I did not bully you.”

“You made fun of my accent and called me Clint Eastwood and then John Wayne,” he argued with me.

“That's my girl,” Bradley said, looking at me with a proud smirk.

“Well, clearly you liked it, considering you're here today. And you should take it as a compliment that I made fun of the way you talk,” I argued back with him, ignoring Bradley's statement.

“How am I supposed to-” I cut Jake off with a “sh” when it suddenly hit me. “Did you just shush me-”

“Shut up,” I snapped at him. I started humming a tune to myself, the words I said earlier bringing inspiration to me. “I need a pen and paper,” I said, shooting up from my seat and running into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, while I was starting to write my newest stroke of inspiration, Jake was looking between the kitchen doorway and my family in disbelief.

“What just happened,” Jake asked all of them.

“I believe my niece just became inspired,” Penny told him with a smirk.

“And she had to write it down now,” Jake asked her in shock.

Amelia giggled from her seat. “It happens a lot; you might as well get used to it.”

 She stood from her seat and leaned over the table to grab my slice of pie, placing it in front of herself. She took a bite of it and let out a groan of protest when Bradley reached over and took a bite as well.

“Sharing is caring, kid,” Bradley argued with her.

“At least it's still daytime when this one hit her. When Penny and I were together previously, there were times I woke up at 2 am to find her out on the back porch strumming her guitar and writing. Once she's locked in, there's no getting her out,” Pete told him as he took a sip of his scotch.

“And there were times he found me helping her,” Bradley added in through a mouthful of pie.

“If you weren't asleep yet or had fallen asleep while working,” Penny added on, causing Bradley to point at her in agreement.

“You helped her write some of her songs,” Jake asked in shock.

Bradley scoffed at him. “I did a lot more than help her write her songs. I taught her how to play piano, too. That's why she calls me Killer. Jerry Lee Lewis, the guy who originally sang Great Balls of Fire, that was his nickname.”

“Okay. And where does Queenie come from,” Jake asked him, glad the two of them were finally being cordial.

“My mom started calling her that first, and it kind of stuck. Her name is Presley, and Elvis Presley was the king of rock n’ roll. You make the connection,” Bradley explained to him with his mouth full.

“Stop talking with your mouth full, Bradley,” Pete scolded him.

“Yes, sir,” Bradley said after swallowing his food.

“Anyways, you're telling me this is the first time you've ever seen her like this,” Penny asked Jake in disbelief.

Jake thought back to a couple of weeks ago. How he woke up at 3 in the morning after you two slept together for the first time, bed empty, his shirt gone, and the faint sound of a piano that led him to the music room in your house. Finding you hunched over the instrument, whispering to yourself, crossing things out only to rewrite them, not even realizing what time it was. You refused to return to bed until you finished the song, only for Jake to tire you out with his linguistic talents and carry you back to bed. However, he woke up alone again the next morning and was forced to enjoy breakfast with you in the music room, admiring you as you worked hard, pouring your heart and soul into your work.

“No, I guess this isn't the first time,” Jake whispered to himself, looking forward to the many long nights he'll be having with you in the future.

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[nicolejones412]

Out of Sync Ch. 13

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You've found yourself with the 107th fighting Hydra, where you meet a handsome Sergeant. But something just isn't right.

A/N: I have officially opened up a tag list for this story, so if you'd like to be added let me know! Thank you everyone for all the love so far.

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here. Read Part 5 here. Read Part 6 here. Read Part 7 here. Read Part 8 here. Read Part 9 here. Read Part 10 here. Read Part 11 here. Read Part 12 here.

FIC:

"So you're telling me that you've been to 2 other universes already, and this is your third?" Reed asked as he looked at his whiteboard, then back at you.

You nodded from your chair as you took a sip of the coffee you'd been given.

"And that you have naturally had the ability to travel through time for years, but now you can suddenly jump from universe to universe, and seemingly further backwards or forwards in said timelines from another universe?"

You were struggling to follow exactly what he was saying, but it sounded right, and the diagram he'd drawn of your travels seemed accurate.

He shook his head as he stood back from the board, taking it all in. He turned back to you, half sitting on a table.

"And how do I know any of this is true?"

You shrugged, leaning back. "Honestly, you don't. I could be making up the whole thing."

As you spoke, an alarm of sorts went off. You could only assume it was to alert the Fantastic 4 of a need that required their attention from the way Reed looked up and starting walking toward the door.

"We'll finish-any of this is true?"

Reed was half-sitting again, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

You sighed. "You're going to need to go in about 3...2...1..." And you pointed at the source of the alarm noise as it began.

He squinted at you, perhaps not entirely convinced. Nevertheless he walked toward the door.

"I'll be back shortly. Make yourself at home."

-

You watched a live broadcast as Reed addressed the press, having taken down the threat to the city. Apparently this was a normal afternoon for them.

What is with me showing up in '60s eras? Why can't I land somewhere with internet?

The family arrived at home quickly after their press conference ended, Ben and Johnny recounting what had happened, trying to one up each other.

You smiled faintly. This could almost feel like home too.

Reed looked at you.

"Y/N, you feeling up to continuing our discussion?"

"Reed!" Sue scolded.

"If you're worried about him being impolite, don't be." She looked up at you.

"From what I can tell we can help each other. He can learn what I know, and this is by far the best chance I have to get home. Believe it or not I haven't run into many multiverse experts wanting to offer their help."

Sue held your gaze for a moment before nodding.

"Alright then."

You and Reed went back to the Yellow Room as he called it. The man was the definition of compartmentalization.

"Now, where were we?"

"You not believing me."

Reed sighed. "Right. That. I mean can you blame me?"

You shook your head. "Not really. It sounds insane. But what's more likely, that I'm insane and have imagined all this, I'm lying and this is some kind of trap, or I'm telling the truth? Bearing in mind that I appeared from thin air."

He looked at the whiteboard, then at you, then back at the board.

"And even if I am lying, what do you have to lose?"

In his mind Reed thought of Sue, and how focusing too much on this could and likely would strain their relationship.

You had decided to keep your telepathic abilities a secret for now. It would almost be impossible for them to trust you if they knew.

"I honestly don't know how else to prove it, and I know you don't know me, but I am asking for your help. I need to get home, and to do that I need you to trust me."

Reed sighed before turning back to you.

"Alright then. Let's start back at the beginning again."

So you did. You explained everything about each jump in as much detail as you could remember.

You got to your second time being pulled away. That you'd awoken in the middle of the night to the same pain and panicked.

"Did anything happen just before?"

You shook your head. "I told you I was sleeping."

"No sounds or dreams?"

An image flashed through your mind has he reminded you. Steve on the ground, looking lost. Oh God....

"There was a dream," you started. "A friend, looking as bad as I'd ever seen him. He was in trouble. In fact it seemed a lot of people were."

Reed nodded. "And then you ended up in 1943?"

You nodded slowly. "Yeah. In my home timeline I think. Otherwise it wouldn't have made sense for Victor to tell me not to change the timeline."

"Victor...Right the one who called himself the caretaker of the timeline."

"Yeah that's the one."

He nodded, bringing his hand to his chin as he stared at the board.

"And the next time you jumped?"

You explained again how you'd been at work and Peggy had called, wanting to speak with you and Howard. And then the pain started again. He let out a "hmmmm" as he nodded along.

"And then your next jump was voluntary." This time it wasn't a question.

"Yeah. My friend Hank had theorized that I had the power to do those jumps myself, but someone else was controlling it. So I worked with him and my dad to figure out if that was true."

That had been a very difficult week. Not in the sense that it was difficult for you to figure out, but you could feel how conflicted Charles was. And Hank for that matter.

And maybe before....the first time you'd met them, you wouldn't have been so quick to try. And besides if he was right you could always come back after-

"You were trying to get back to him?" Reed was now looking at you, and he pointed to the ring a chain you hadn't realized you were fiddling with.

You took a deep breath and let it fall against your chest, folding your hands in your lap.

"Yes, I was trying to get back to my own time, and I used my feelings for and connection to him as an anchor."

Reed nodded slowly, turning back to the board.

"I think you're giving this other person too much credit."

"Who?"

He walked up to the board and pointed to where he had noted "outside force."

"You said you thought someone else was controlling your powers, but what if they aren't? At least not to the extent you think they are."

"I don't understand."

"The first time you jumped universes you were trying to escape a life threatening situation. You needed to get somewhere safe. You even tried to use the abilities you knew of to simply travel through time, but you knew that wouldn't be enough." Reed was getting excited, like he was on a roll, about to truly have a breakthrough.

"Your familial connection to your father seems to have directed you here." He pointed with the chalk to the point on a second timeline representing your first jump. "Then you dreamed your friend was in trouble, but I'm guessing it was more real than a normal dream?"

You nodded. "I mean yes but-"

"Tell me this," he interrupted. "Was the friend you saw in the 1940s when you got there?"

"I mean not immediately but yeah."

"And you knew he would be?"

"Of course."

Reed smiled. "And so you wanted to help him, but not understanding your powers you simply ended up in the right timeline, but on the wrong date. And by the sounds of it you did in fact help him."

Your brow furrowed even more as you tried to track with the doctor.

"And the third time, you were trying to lay low, to not risk being tempted to change anything, yes?"

"Yeah that was why I took the job I did-"

"And why your body may have taken over and gone into flight mode, removing you from the situation. Taking you home to someone you knew you could talk to about everything."

He stared at you, studying your face to watch your reaction.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shook your head. "Are you insinuating that I jumped each time? Simply out of lack of control?"

Reed nodded, and you began to pace. "But that can't...It doesn't make... I never would've chosen to leave..."

Reed continued to watch as you paced, rambling and trying to convince yourself he was wrong.

Until you finally stopped, turning around to face him.

"Let's say you're right. Then why couldn't I get through before? Why did I end up here? And 30 feet in the air no less?"

Reed stood up. "Now you're asking the right question."

He went back to the white board. "What was the date you were aiming for?"

"January 3, 2018," you answered. "I had wanted to leave a bit of a gap from when I disappeared, and I figured that was as good a date as any."

Reed made a mark on the timeline with red chalk.

"And when you went to your own timeline but back to 1943, there was nothing stopping you. So you aren't entirely blocked from your own timeline, but you are blocked from a certain period of time."

"Blocked?"

"Oh, yes. I believe you were right that some outside force is affecting your powers, but more blocking you from interfering with something they don't want you involved in."

"I've had my eye on you for a while."

"I couldn't stop you from doing what you want if I tried."

You walked up to the chalkboard and picked up a piece of chalk, and where he'd written "outside force" you crossed it out and wrote Victor.

Reed looked at you, an eyebrow raised.

"I can't believe I didn't see it before. 'Caretaker of the Timeline.' I don't know what he wants me to stay out of, but it has to be him."

"Why reveal himself to you?"

You shook your head. "To size me up? Or he simply didn't have another option when I was about to change things. He waited until the last moment."

"Why not kill you?"

You shrugged. "Maybe he can't. Maybe he needs me for something else."

You both stared at the board, letting your ideas stew.

"So I now the only things to figure out are what does this 'Victor' want, and how far does the block he put in place go?"

You stared at the red mark on the timeline diagram Reed had made for a moment before turning to him.

"Only one way to find out."

And with that, you felt the now-familiar tugging feeling in your stomach.

-

A/N: I'm really happy y'all are enjoying this so far. Let me know what you think! Also in case you haven't noticed, my upload schedule is a little sporadic because I have very little impulse control to wait and schedule parts to post weekly. So you're pretty much getting the parts as fast as I can write them lol.

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[madeinjapan-thailand-blbambeyond]

MADE IN THAILAND

SUPPAPONG UDOMKAEWKANJANA

[Nickname: SAINT]

TANAPON SUKUMPANTANASAN

[Nickname: PERTH]

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'