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lelenoir · 4 years ago

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pairings: childhood friend!dong sicheng x reader [ft. wong yukhei]

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: wherein sicheng always thought that he would spend the rest of his life with you. only to be smacked with the bitter truth.

dedicated to: engel @jenoir, the no to my noren.

inspired by: the song it's over, isn't it? from steven universe

note: hellooo finally got this out after rotting away for days hehe. anyways i hope you like it!! it'll probably be my last fic for a while since school and stuff and also my other blog. this was supposed to be a small drabble but i guess the universe had other plans KSKSK

DONG SICHENG ALWAYS LOVED YOU.

It was always written in his stars, always engraved in stone and he always believed that the moment he laid eyes on you he was struck by Cupid's bow and arrow. Of course, he never noticed this until later on.

It happened in your local playground. The tall---at least in his standard---five year old boy buzzing with joy as he rode his bike across the street. His hair flowed freely with the wind as he fought the urge to raise his hands up. Legs pedalling as if he was in a race against the fastest cyclists around the globe. The world blurred in his vision, pure bliss coursing through his veins. As a toddler, he didn't want that moment to end.

Unable to contain it any longer, the boy slowly let go of the handles, ghosting the rubber for a few more moments until he finally decided to let it go. For him, in his toddler state of mind, nothing could compare to the feeling he felt that moment. The street of his small childhood town zooming all around him as he let the world's breath engulf him. It looked like what Luke Skywalker saw whenever he drove a spaceship in that movie his brother always watched.

The moment only lasted for five seconds. It all happened so fast. One minute he was on top of the world, the next he was tumbling down fast. The ground hitting him hard. His hands were quick to hold on to his wounded knee as soon as he landed, eyes closed from the pain and a strong hiss leaving his lips. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched the blood on his exposed flesh. He groaned when he tried to touch it.

"That was stupid." Three simple words. One simple statement. And you had his whole attention on you. Eyes wide from shock but you mistake it as confusion. "What you did. That was stupid." You repeated as if he was dumb. A dull look rested on your eyes as you looked down on him. It took him by surprise when he saw your extended arms in front of him. He couldn't help but gawk at the gesture. "What? Aren't you gonna take it?"

Slowly, he did. Gulping slightly as he stood up, wincing once he felt the sting of his wound. "It's just a graze. Nothing serious." You spoke up once again. His eyes looking towards your face, only to see you staring at his knee. "Do you need help walking?" You asked, finally meeting his gaze.

He was speechless. He'd never talked to anyone that wasn't his brother or his classmates. He rarely ever talked to the girls in his class, in fear of the disease his brother dubbed as cooties.

"You okay?" You quirk an eyebrow at him, making him flinch up in alertness. His hands felt slightly clammy as he clenched and unclenched them.

"Yeah…" he trailed off, voice barely a whisper. He saw you break into a smile. It shook him to the core. Especially with how intimidating you've presented yourself to be. He didn't know why but he wanted to see it again.

"So… walk?" You asked once more. It was like a switch had been turned on inside of you. Sicheng felt a bit confused on what to feel about the current change in aura as he slightly nodded his head in reply. You hummed, nodding your head once as you made your way to his fallen bike. You pulled it up with such ease. Even he had a difficult time carrying the heavy thing. You steadied the bike with your hands, walking to him as you let the bike trail next to you. "Where do you live?"

Sicheng should've felt embarrassed. After all, a girl, of all people, was walking him home. Him. It should've been the other way around. He felt like an utter loser having tears threatening to spill from his eyes while a girl carried his bike for him. He sighed, preparing himself for his brother's endless teasing.

"What's your name?" He spoke up, halfway through the walk. So far none of you thought of initiating into another conversation, basking in each other's company in the form of silence. "I'm Sicheng, Dong Sicheng."

You didn't even flinch at his question. "Y/n" you replied, eyes never leaving the path ahead until you turned your head to look at him for a second before turning back once again. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, y/n." Maybe it was his pea sized brain or just his lack of comprehension but you clearly didn't want to start a conversation. "What school do you go to? I don't think I've ever seen you around."

"I'm homeschooled." You answered. "My mom teaches me." Sicheng gaped at the revelation, never ever meeting someone like you.

"That's so cool!" He exclaimed. "I wish I was homeschooled. That way I won't have to wake up too early just to get to school."

You only hummed in reply, ready to fall back into your comfortable silence. Sicheng suddenly gasped. "That means you don't get to see other kids!" He says it like it was the biggest breakthrough of the century. "Doesn't it get very lonely?" He laid his head to the side in question.

"Not really," you shrugged, "I'm kind of used to it."

He gasped once again. "You shouldn't though."

"'Life isn't always what you expect it to be.' is what my mom told me a lot. I guess I just preferred to accept it rather than dwell on it too much." You explained, keeping your expression as undecipherable as possible. It drove five year old Sicheng's brain crazy.

"Then I'll be your friend." He declared, pointing his thumb on his chest. "Heck, I'll be your best friend!" He shouts joyfully.

Your eyes widened at his words, not really used to such enthusiasm. Still, a small smile cracked on your features once again. He didn't know if you saw it but Sicheng felt his eyes beam up at the sight of it. You nodded your head. "Okay."

A proud smile adorned the little boy's face, not minding his previous concerns as he walked alongside you. The wound still hurt from walking but his mind seemed to have flown elsewhere, its current occupation slightly numbing the pain of his nerves.

You were the coolest girl he's ever met.

DONG SICHENG LOVED YOU UNKNOWINGLY.

Barefaced and a little tired, you laid your body down on the grass next to him. You sighed, eyes up the stars as Sicheng took it all in. Not the night sky but you. A content smile on his features as he indulged himself with your presence.

"First day of school…" you breathed out. "I wonder how everything would turn out."

He noticed the way your fingers toyed amongst themselves, saw how your breathing slowly turned erratic. In all the years Sicheng has known you, this is the first time he's ever seen you this nervous. Tomorrow was the start of highschool for the both of you. For Sicheng, he wasn't nervous. Maybe a small bit but that was normal as first day jitters. You, on the other hand, were a different story. It was your very first time coming to school after being sheltered by your mom for so long. Sure she never intended it and it was mostly your refusal to go to school that made her teach you in the first place, but none of that helped calm your nerves.

A billion questions rang in your head. A billion possibilities playing along with it. You were in a whirlpool of your own thoughts and you were gasping for air.

Luckily, Sicheng was there to pull you out. His hand intertwining with yours as he drew circles to calm you down. He knew that always calmed you. He felt your body relax next to him. A good sign. He smiled at his small accomplishment.

"Don't worry," he tightened his hold on your palms but not to the point where it would hurt. Only to make you feel his presence more. "I'll be right here."

Highschool rolled in as normally as it could. You were nervous as you walked down the halls but you kept your face relaxed. Sicheng's presence next to you adds up to your ease as he tries to tell you as much as he can about school. Still, knowing Sicheng, he wasn't really as social and loud as he was with you. In these halls he tried to put up a mask for your sake. He smiled at unfamiliar people, nodded his head whenever they greeted him and even said a few 'hi's and 'hello's just to ease your doubt.

With that you smiled. And god he would never get tired of that sight. For a moment the two of you didn't move. For a moment it was just you and him. For a moment he let himself fall for you. He wished he could stay there with you, not a care in the world as he held on to your gaze. He thanked the stars for bringing you to him.

Sadly, even that moment had to end.

He was never one for crowds but seeing your guarded position and tense posture made him want to assure you that everything was going to be okay. He offered you an assuring smile which you returned gratefully.

The bell rang, snapping the both of you back to reality. He took your hand in his, drawing circles on it like he always did. "Your class is here. If you need me I'm right across your room." He said pointing towards the wooden door a few feet away. Just then, he enveloped both his hands around yours. "I'm always here, okay?"

You sighed in relief. A firm smile on your lips as you nodded. "Okay."

With that, he lets you go. He stepped back from you, waiting for you to walk in. You straightened up your posture before turning around. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for whatever was on the other side of the door. Counting the seconds in your head before walking inside.

Sicheng smiled proudly at your back. He waited until you turned to your left towards the chairs before he too went on his way.

You've watched plenty of teen movies to know that you should never pick the seat in front. You looked around the unfamiliar faces of the people in the room. Some eyed you curiously while most had their head on their arms, presumably asleep. You couldn't blame them, it was the first period of the first day of school. All those times running around or sleeping in during the summer before suddenly getting thrusted into school was probably annoying.

You claimed your spot by the second to the last chair by the window. You rested your cheek on the palm of your hand as you looked out, admiring the sky and the gray roads.

"Hey there," a voice spoked up. You lifted your head to see a boy. He had a big beaming smile on his face as he settled his things on the chair next to you. "I'm Xiaojun."

You watched him curiously, pursing your lips for a second before turning your gaze back to the window. "Y/n."

DONG SICHENG REALISED HE LOVED YOU WAY TOO LATE.

He often wondered if he could change it. Always counted the different ways, the different scenarios and outcomes everything would've led to. He spent many nights figuring out how he got to this path. This path that he desperately wanted to stray from. Alas, he could never. Life was a road barricaded by formidable iron walls. Once you step on to one path, the other one closes, locking you in.

He waited for you in the halls, by the door of your Psych class. The both of you were in college now. He shifted his footing before turning to the small window on the door, peeking for just a glimpse of you.

It felt weird. He thought to himself, watching you smile from ear to ear at whatever your classmates were saying. It felt like only yesterday when he met you. Closed off and very reserved. It felt so surreal not being the only person to have broken down your walls. For Sicheng, he wasn't jealous. The opposite actually. He felt proud. He loved seeing you with the company of others and loved the way you managed to grow.

Just then, you met his eyes. He smiled, lifting his hand up in a small wave. And there it is. That smile. The one only he could cause. The smile that was reserved only for him. He felt his heart pound in his chest.

One of your classmates pulled your focus away from him. Your features reverted to that easy smile you gave everyone else.

Sicheng felt his cheeks warm at the thought, his feet turning to rest his back on the wall next to your classroom door. He sighed, closing his eyes. He could see your smile as he did so. Flashing before his eyes like a Polaroid trapped in time. Forever displaying your face with that smile he loved so much.

The bell rang loudly across the corridors, making him jump a bit before composing himself. He felt so nervous today for some reason. Something inside him was commanding every bit of his body to leap out. He shook the nerves of his fingertips, taking the time to compose himself.

He waited for you to come out, almost bouncing in joy when you did. "You seem happy…" you tell him, "what's up?"

"Well I just finished all my assignments, got a high grade in an essay I stayed up for, and managed to get the last cheese burger at lunch today. All in all it's not a bad day." He answered cheekily. You rolled your eyes at the response but maintained a lighthearted expression. You smiled softly, the both of you maintaining a slow pace as you walked away from the door.

"Y/n!" A voice called out. You were quick to turn to the voice, Sicheng mimicking the action subconsciously. What greeted you was the sight of a tall panting boy. Sweat on the sides of his head as he tried to catch his breath. "Thank heavens I caught up to you."

Lucas lifted his head up, a playful smile on his face as he looked up at you. Sicheng felt his breath get caught on his throat. A nervous and unsettling feeling resting on the pit of his stomach. He didn't like this. Not one bit.

"Lucas! What a surprise." Sicheng snapped his head towards you, a subtle look of disbelief as he noticed your smile. It wasn't like the others and it wasn't the one that was for him. This was different. Your cheeks were tucked to the highest point below your eyes, face beaming with delight. Happier. Lucas wasn't any different either. A small yet noticeable pink dust spread all across his face. His gaze focused solely on you as if in a trance.

Lucas breathed to his nose, bowing his head a bit before returning back to you. "Are we still going on Friday?" He asked, hopeful.

Sicheng could visibly see you elate with his words. His jaw clenched subconsciously as your whole face grew brighter. No. His palms grew hotter on his sides, his heart pounding nervously as he held on to your next words.

"Sure." And just like that, he felt his heart ache. His previous mood going down in the slumps in an instant. Still, he held his head up high. His face stoic and unwavering. From afar you wouldn't have noticed the storm in his eyes.

"That's great," He heard Lucas sigh in relief. They make eye contact for a brief moment, both of them narrowing at one another before breaking it abruptly. You fail to notice the quick exchange, wrapping your arms around Sicheng's and already pulling him away.

"See you on Friday!" You called out over your shoulder.

Right. Sicheng shouldn't fret. He is your best friend. He's known you ever since you caught him that fateful day with his bicycle. Lucas stood nothing against him when it came to you. He was confident. The air around him lightened as you rested your head on whatever part of his arm you could reach.

"I missed hanging out with you." You whispered. He knew you weren't looking at him. It was a habit of yours to avoid his gaze whenever you grow sentimental. "You're my best friend yet I feel like you're worlds away from me now." You continued. "We're okay, right?"

Sicheng turned to look at you, watching your face contort to a frown. He sighed. He shifted your bodies so the two of you faced each other. He took his arm out of yours before resting both of his palms on your cheeks. "We're okay. Okay?" You smiled sheepishly at his words, nodding your head. He pushed you to his chest, hugging you tightly. You could slightly hear his heartbeat relax, making you sigh. "You're my best friend. We've been through hell and back together. I don't think anything would change that."

He's fine. He assures himself. There had been plenty of guys before Lucas. Plenty that you have downright rejected: Xiaojun from highschool, Hendery during summer and many others after. He shouldn't be worried. In the many years he has known you, he was sure the two of you would end up together. He just needed the right moment.

Sicheng was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve. In fact, you've never actually seen him romantically with a girl. But whenever you felt down in the dumps, he was sure to give his all to you. He'd wrap you up close, shower you with attention and do everything he can to make you feel better. At the same time, Sicheng was also a very emotional kid. Oftentimes it was he who cried on your shoulders and you'd be there to listen. You were each other's support system. The very rock that keeps you grounded. From childhood and now as you both walk wherever.

This was the first time it began to collapse.

He felt the air get knocked out of his lungs, watching as the scene unfolded right before his eyes; the gleeful smile on your face, the mirroring adoration in both your gazes, and finally a chaste but unconcealable kiss. The obvious buzz of love and its first stages oozing out of the two of you and Sicheng could do nothing but watch it all happen.

Friday. He never thought he would hate a day like it. The day before the relaxation of the weekends. The day you used to come to his house for a movie marathon. The day you went back to him with the happiest smile he's ever seen on you. The day he finally lost everything.

Wong Yukhei. He clicked his tongue at the name. Jealousy growing in the deepest depths of his gut, eyes green and angry. Seeing his stupid smile and the noticeable look of triumph on his features. The boy holding you close. Then he looked at you; hair a mess because of the wind with eyes as bright as the sun.

DONG SICHENG NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU.

It was impossible. A scientific improbability. Not when you still come over during the weekends. Not when you still give him that smile. Not when you hold him so close that for a moment he fools himself to thinking it was all real. Not even when he raised his glass.

He glared at the small box on his hands. Tears brimming his eyes. He felt like he just crashed his bike all over again. Only this time, you weren't there to walk him home.

"A toast," he started, the low baritone of his voice grabbing everyone's attention, "to the newly wed couple, Y/n & Lucas."

It felt painful. Perhaps, the strongest pain he's ever felt. Years ago, he never saw this coming. He was fine. He was fine with all the other men that came into your life. Mostly because he knew no one could've compared to him and the bond you shared. He knew all your favorite movies, all your pet peeves, and everything that made you scared. Yet, he wasn't the one standing by your side right now. He wasn't the groom, the man you were going to spend your life with. He wasn't that.

"It's a miracle how you've managed to put up with her." It was a joke. "Lord knows I barely could." And another one. "Still, she's a very great person." That was real. "And I'm glad she's found someone to spend the rest of her days with." He was not. "We've spent the majority of our lives together as best friends. The day you helped me with my bike was the best day of my life. Lucas, you better take care of her or else." He warned jokingly, glaring playfully at the boy as he chuckled in reply and nodded his head. Sicheng could barely hold it in. "To the Wongs!"

And that was the end. A series of cheers and holler followed right after. You smiled at him and he could do nothing but return it. He watched you turn to Lucas and beam brighter. He sighed.

He wandered out, past the crowd of overjoyed relatives and friends. He pushed the balcony doors open, letting it fall to a close. The first drops of his sorrows slipping down carelessly and he did nothing to wipe them off. The wine in his glass reflected his pitiful expression and all he could do was stare before putting it down hastily. He didn't like the sight. It was over. It was all over. Isn't it?

He felt a strong pang in his chest and he found it hard to breath. He looked over disdainfully at the floor, fist clenched to his sides.

Why can't I move on?

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neoffle · 4 years ago

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friendzone fight-off

pairing: doyoung x reader / friends to lovers au

warnings: mature themes (but no action), swearing, 'cause you’re hot and you’re cold you’re yes then you’re no—

3.2k of my word vomit,, enjoy!

“Sleeping with your best friend isn’t so bad.”

You suddenly can’t breathe and watch as Joy attempt to soothe your back for you, snickering at your blubbering mess. Where was Irene when you needed her?

Oh yeah.

She’s too busy hooking up with the hot part-timer Kang Seulgi.

“You don’t understand Sooyoung,” you resorted to using her real name instead of the nicknames you made in middle school.

“He’s my male best friend.”

Joy snorts as she sips on her uselessly pretty pink drink. “Yeah, and so?” She pushes her drink aside to lean in closer to you. “Be honest.” She whisper talks. “How is he in bed?”

You throw your head onto your crossed arms and try to block off any of Joy’s attempts in trying to get into the juicy details.

If you were sober enough,

there was no way that you would ever get into his bed… that way.

Sleepovers are normal for the both of you… but nothing ever went past platonic cuddling and so on. There was always a strict line in between your friendship that you wouldn’t dare cross.

You know how easy it is to fuck up a relationship, and no way in hell were you going to waste such a good friendship, built on years of experience.

“Don’t torment her too much Sooyoung,” Irene comes with the tray of cakes, catching the both of your attention.

Joy grabs her favourite flavour as soon as the eldest female set the tray down and dug a fork into it. “Then tell her she needs to stop acting as if the world just ended.” She inhales the sugary piece. “Did you get the part-timer’s number yet?”

To this, Irene’s expression darkens but she sits down anyway and sips on her drink. “No. But we’re making progress.”

Joy’s definitely the brunt of the three because she’s off laughing her ass about how it’s been a month since and the so-called ‘goddess Bae Joohyun’ is failing terribly at courtship.

“Good things take time,” you quoted, most probably somewhere off tumblr.

“Yeah,” Irene exhales, playing around with her straw. “And like I said, we’re making progress.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the midget step like?”

You elbowed Joy purposefully at this, giving her a dirty look to stop teasing Irene before the elder dropkicks the younger into the third dimension.

“She gave me,” Irene’s long locks whip back to grab an object from her bag, pressing it dangerously close to Joy’s face, “this.”

Both you and Joy gave each other understanding glances, smiling at how simple it is to stroke the goddess’ ego once you’ve tamed her enough.

“A cookie,” Joy smiles rather sickly sweet.

“Nice.”

———

You ended up parting from the duo to go home early, leaving them to do a bit of bar-hopping. It’ll most probably go on until early morning and you dread the hangover once you’re done— so you take a bit of responsibility for yourself and head home, just slightly tipsy.

The glass of wine you had after leaving the cafe, (where the love of Irene’s life awaits), along with the bar food paired perfectly with the night.

Your little problem ended up back in the cupboard (as it has not been discussed since joy was sober enough— which was when you brought it up at the cafe) and you sigh as you watch people walk by, attempting to sort out your mind before you reach back home.

What the hell were you going to do about the dreaded awkwardness that’s going to surface in between the two of you?

Everything felt like a blur around you and as you enter the apartment complex and head up the elevator, your distressed exhales don’t stop.

Even as you enter the pin to the apartment and undid your shoes, staring blankly at the carpet, the sighs won’t stop.

And even as you take a seat on the sofa and lay down horizontally,

it didn’t stop.

Your mind is packed full of your best friend. The guy whom you’ve known since like— forever. Sometimes it feels as if he was more than a friend, but not quite a lover in your eyes.

What were you going to do about Kim Dong—

“(y/n)?” There’s a shuffle from the bedroom, and you halt in your tracks, knowing this voice anywhere.

So you sit up so quick that a headache strikes. Massaging your temples, you watch as the man in question, Kim Dongyoung, aka Doyoung, carefully approaches you from the door frame, dressed in a simple muscle tee and plain, black boxers.

Your face is probably already red due to the alcohol— but you didn’t need him to know that he just escalated the symptoms.

And honestly,

you didn’t need a reminder of two yesterdays ago.

Doyoung takes a seat next to you— but with a respectful space you don’t usually see because he enjoys squishing you to a corner usually and casually putting his arm around you.

“Uhm, hi,” you offered, but your eyes are averted and somehow the amount of photos Doyoung has on his walls are fascinating to count.

Your best friend doesn’t quite talk for a few minutes, watching from the sidelines as he sees your eyes shake. He rubs at his nape, knowing that it’ll take time to coax you into engaging in a proper conversation with him. He knows what was wrong and honestly, he thought you’d need more time to come into terms with it than just a plain two days.

But anything goes for him— albeit that you’re not really sober— judging from how red in the face you are.

“Were you… drinking?” He starts, hoping that you’ll at least turn to look at him when answering this.

And to his pleasure, you did.

Peeking over your shoulders, you gave him a timid nod. “Irene was having a hard time dating the part-timer I told you about a few weeks ago and Joy just wants a reason to not stay sober.” It was a habit for you to spill everything to him. It didn’t even pass your mind that you’re still overly cautious of what to say— but the report rolled out of your tongue like butter and you did it faster than your brain could register the comment.

Doyoung shows you a rather grateful-looking smile, finally relaxing the muscles he’s been tensing since he heard you come through his door.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Why are you here?”

The male beside you stares at you with a raised brow— but then realised your semi-drunken state— and to this, he grins further. “I live here you trespasser,” he knocks your forehead lightly with his knuckles, watching as your eyes widen in realisation, a gasp to accompany your surprise.

“Oh, uhm, errr— I’m going!” You shot up, surprising Doyoung in return.

Just as you were about to gather your beige tote bag, encasing your fingers along the the long straps, a hand reaches up to grab onto you, holding you back.

“It’s late,” Doyoung glances from the carpet and into the depth of your eyes. It feels rather peculiar looking at him from this perspective… it wasn’t quite platonic and you weren’t sure how to face him in the coming morning— at least when the alcohol wears off.

“I’ll take the couch, so go wash up and sleep here.” He says, though there’s a soft stutter in between each breaths. It wasn’t the almighty confident Kim Dongyoung you knew— and if things didn’t happen a few days ago�� you were so sure you’d take this opportunity to tease him for a bit. His eyes cast themselves away once again, adjusting his voice a bit. “I won’t go into the room, I promise.”

This was so weird.

Why are relationship always so complicated?

You sit back down, letting your bag fall onto the floor. “Doyoung,” you pause a bit, attempting to rearrange your thoughts. His grip on your wrist loosens until it dissapears and he bends slightly forward, elbows on top of his thighs. “We’ll… talk when I’m not intoxicated— but how long have we been friends for? I know you won’t do anything to me without consent… so let’s just do this normally.”

He’s very surprised at your revelation— eyes almost bulging out of it’s socket. “(y/n) aren’t you unco—”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “I’m so sick of avoiding you okay.”

“I was sick of being avoided like a plague too you know,” he sounded more like the sassy best friend you know. Doyoung’s up before you when he takes your bag and extends a friendly hand. “And I missed you a lot too.”

It’s only been a mere two days and the both of you felt discouraged being separated. It wasn’t easy going from being two peas in a pod to a single person.

Everything felt so lonely— especially as the both of you were currently single.

It’s only been a month since you were single— but that’s for another story to tell.

Doyoung leads you to his bedroom, which you know by heart, considering how you found yourself in his apartment without realising anything…

It says a lot about how much time you spend in the comfort of his home.

You take the cue to head to his bathroom to take a quick shower and wash off the sunscreen you had on, grabbing a fresh towel in the cupboards as per usual.

Before you could strip down your clothes, you hear a soft knock on the bathroom door, and you know that your best friend’s back with pyjamas.

“I got you the stripy long ones you left last time,” a hand reached out through the cracks as you opened the door for him, cackling as he turns his whole shoulders and face the other way, thinking that you might be somewhat exposed.

When he heard you laughing, Doyoung’s brows knitted together in question. “Are you going to drown in the sink? Just how drunk are you?” He figured that you were laughing out of alcohol— but you’re partly sober now and the sight of Doyoung being so courteous wasn’t rare— but it’s been a while since you saw it.

(Like two days = a while.)

“I’m fine,” you retorted, grabbing the necessities he provided and closing the door to change and to brush your teeth before bed.

You came out feeling much more refreshed and was greeted by the sight of Doyoung finishing with changing his covers.

“What’s the occasion…?” You look over his shoulder, stunning him.

“Don’t creep on me like that,” he clutched onto his heart, eyes wide.

There’s a beat of silence before he continued, “I just felt like it.” But oh boy, you knew something else was there.

You try to analyse each and every one of his moves previously and matched it to his personality— which you know inside out and under.

“Let me guess,” the corner of your lips started to hike under your assumptions, “you haven’t gone out of bed much for like two days?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes at this, (a signature of his), and you just smile.

Bingo.

“I went to work,” he finished up with dusting the covers one last time. “Obviously.”

“That’s so cute,” you giggle into your hands, and Doyoung’s ears redden at this— although you didn’t quite notice in your semi-drunk state.

“Hurry up and sleep. Your boss might be nice but Taeyong’s going to scold me for letting you drink during a weekday.”

You climb into the covers after him, relishing the way that your legs glided in smoothly. There was nothing like a new change of bed covers after all. It felt like heaven.

Like a habit, you throw one arm and leg over Doyoung’s stiffened form, the thought of that night slipping past your mind. Gone like the wind.

Doyoung, who had his back towards you, gradually turn over under half your weight, raising a stern brow at you. “Are you forgetting something?”

Your eyes are closed at this point, mind slowly drifting into sleep. “What is it?”

“Your conscience,” Doyoung flicks a soft blow at your forehead. He takes a good look at your features, watching as you giggle snort in your sleep. What a weirdo. An adorable weirdo he has for a best friend.

He tucks the loose strands off your face and behind your ear, heart melting at the way you snuggled into his touch.

To him,

you were making it very hard to stay as a friend.

———

In your opinion, mornings and hangovers don’t mix very well. Add drowsiness to the terrible headache and last night’s choice— it’s practically a stew for trouble.

From the moment you opened your eyes, a familiar yet an alarming environment greeted you. In shock, you scrambled up and was immediately hit by the devil of an ache. Your temples throb as you reached over at the bedside table and grabbed the cure and the glass of water next to it.

There’s distinct sounds coming from outside and you sigh as you grabbed onto your face.

Hey, at least you weren’t naked this time around.

Dreading it, you got out of bed and tracked a slow trudge towards the kitchen, where the backside of your best friend greets you.

On the other hand, Doyoung exhales a large amount of air as he tries to put up the most casual demeanour he could muster at that point in time, noticing you creeping up from the bedroom.

“Morning (y/n),” he calls in a jolly manner, but the strain on his lips told you otherwise.

“Oh, uh, hi Kim Dongyoung.”

Smooth.

Doyoung’s eyes judges you real hard, despite the smile that’s faltering to stay on. Even so, he gestures you to sit and hands you over a freshly cooked batch of your favourite blueberry pancakes. It has the right amount of honey and butter on top and of course Doyoung would never get it wrong.

He sits opposite you and coughs into his palm to get your strayed attention.

“Should we talk this out like adults since we have,” he stops to check his watch, “exactly fifteen minutes before you need to get ready and I have to head out.”

You nod solemnly, poking around the pancakes you loved so much. If this was any other day, you would be scarfing down the whole plate like a dog— since Doyoung rarely makes them— claiming that they’re ‘unhealthy’.

You guess that the plate was a consolation prize of some sort, glancing at Doyoung’s equally nerved features.

“I’m sorry I avoided you,” you opened up first, knowing that it was wrong of you to do it in the first place.

It’s just— something like this would have never crossed your mind and you feared the aftermath of the whole event.

“You’re forgiven,” he nods, licking his bottom lip cautiously. “I’m sorry for being irresponsible that night.”

So it was like that? Forgive and forget kind of scenario?

Your lips twist into bitter distaste as you poked around the blueberries on plate. On one hand, a part of you felt so relieved to be ending this forty-eight hour dilemma— but on the other hand, you’re quite disappointed that he’s writing it off like this. It was a hard feeling to digest.

Doyoung raises a brow at your quiet demeanour. On any normal day, there was no way silence would weave in between the two of you— but recently, its been all there is.

“(y/n) we’ve only got three minutes left of this conversation before you’re going to avoid me again for another few days.” Doyoung grits out, having enough of this damned silence.

You’re pouting when you glance up at him, as if you were a child being scolded by their mother.

“What? Seriously, what do you want from me? I’m trying to tie this all up and go back to being the great friends we are.” He hissed, fingers gripping onto the handle of his mug.

“What if I don’t want to be friends?!” You yelled, standing up from your seat.

“Oh yeah?” Doyoung mimics your action, squaring his shoulders. “So you’re saying you want to be more?” He scoffs. “Sure, that’s totally reasonable after ghosting me for so long!”

“Shut up. Two days isn’t a long time! It’s a perfect length to rethink about possibly poor life decisions!”

“You!” He points an angry index finger at you. “Are you trying to sell me off as a bad decision! Is that what all of this is? Fuck, you’re so—“

“Don’t swear at me. You’re being a very bad adult Dongyoung.” You mocked, sidestepping out of your seat and standing a feet away from him.

Arguing like its raining cats and dogs with Doyoung was nothing new. You shouldn’t feel so exhilarated by the feeling but— you can’t help but feel the pressure of all this sexual tension in between the two of you. Now you wonder… has it always been there, pushed to a corner— or did you miraculously develop an obsession for him after a one night stand?

The stare-off between the two of you lasted for a good minute, leaving you with sixty seconds left to this doomsday countdown.

Doyoung’s blatantly burning a hole on your lips, licking his own unconsciously. “So if I kiss you, what happens?”

“We stop being friends of course.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you fix up the crease on the collar of his work shirt.

“Then,” he’s only mere seconds away from closing the distance between the two of you. “What would we be?”

Fluttering your lashes up at him, you could only smirk at the raise of his brows, unsure if he’s even breathing at this stage.

“I don’t kno—“ Doyoung crashes his lips against yours, the sense of urgency bringing flashback to the fateful night. He wraps his arms around you, as if anxious that you would push him off again.

Closing your eyes, you savoured the aftertaste of coffee lingers in his mouth, whimpering as you slowly run out of air. Doyoung senses this, parting, wiping at the sides of his mouth using the back of his hands.

“Promise me you won’t run away again?” He brings up his pinkie, gesturing you to return the sentiment.

Rolling your eyes, you grudgingly seal the deal. “No shit sherlock, why else would I kiss you back? You’re not a charity case.”

He clicks his tongue at that, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. “Don’t swear (y/n), you’re being a terrible adult.”

“Haha, you’re so funny Dongyoung.” You mocked his tone.

“Oh yeah, you know what else is funny?” Doyoung closes the gap once more, a hand reaching out for behind you.

You think he’s about to initiate another intimate moment, eyes blinking up at him and lips puckering.

He chuckles at your actions, lips pressed against your ear.

“That you’re late for work,” he yanks his bag from behind you, sending you a salute before heading out the door.

You’re left as a frozen statue, attempting to process his words.

In a split second, realisation and dread paints your face. You quickly rush to Doyoung’s bedroom, knowing you had a spare change of work clothes in there.

Despite the saint Taeyong is, he’s unable to tolerate hangovers and tardiness at the same time— it has to be one or another— according to his rocket science.

You curse Doyoung with all your heart for distracting you again.

In your mind, a parrot with his voice mocks you.

You’re being a terrible adult (y/n). Don’t swear (y/n).

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snow-whiteandred-rose · 5 years ago

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How You Met- J Hope

A/N: Guess who’s back. Back again. Finally, after ages I managed to write the last part of my How You Met-Series^^ I really enjoyed picturing these scenes and I hope you enjoyed it as well. Korean classes are very time-consuming at the moment. But we will get back on track, promised. Have a sunny day, Eve.

Genre: Fluff Pairing: J Hope x Reader Word count: 1.1K

"Hi, welcome. How can I help you?" the saleslady greeted you with an pleasant smile on her face. "Hey. I'm fine. Just strolling around a bit." you bowed. She nodded and continued to organize and stack the shirts which were thrown lazily onto the rack. >Vin with Tage< was your absolute favourite place when it came to shopping. Located in a small nabourhoud in the outskirts of Seoul you enjoyed the quiet and intimate atmosphere surrounding this shop. With its bright blue facade and yellow windows you couldn't miss it. Because of it's small sales area, shelves and clothing racks were everywhere. The windowsills were used to present earrings, watches and necklaces. Various dresses and overalls hung from the ceiling attached to hangers. The aisles were so narrow that only one person at the time would fit in. The wall behind the cashier was stacked with shoes up until the ceiling. But you loved it. You loved the smell, the sounds and the people. This shop was nothing compared to the high class ones in Gang-Nam and Myeon-Dong. No sight of luxury and snobbery. It was for people, who wanted something different, something unique. You hummed a little melody while strolling through the aisle. Pulling out a shirt here, feeling a fabric there. Inspiration would hit you, when you saw the right thing. Fifteen minutes passed and until then nothing happened. No piece was giving you the urge to try it on. You examinated a purple of-shoulder blouse when the shops door rang. "Hi and welcome.", you heard the saleslady spoke up. "Oh hello." a bright high pitched voice appeared.

Your eyes moved from the piece of clothing to the source of the voice. In the door frame stood a tall slim guy with light brown hair. You could see from your spot that he was as much into fashion as you were. He was wearing a long black vest with a black shirt underneath. His baggy pants were also completely black. All just to made his sneakers pop out. They were navy blue with neo green applications and a white plateau sole. "Not bad", you thought and continued your search. "Thank you. I will have a look and reach out to you if I need help." his friendly but loud voice echoed from the walls. Submerged in your thoughts you didn't notice that the stranger was right beside you. Not until you bumped into him. "Uhh I'm sorry. Didn't saw you there." you smiled and took a step back. "No I'm sorry. I wasn't watching out either."he smiled back at you and rubbed his neck. An awkward silence hung over the two of you. "So, you also didn't find anything yet?" you asked as you pointed to his empty hands. He followed the direction of your fingers and chuckled "Seems like it. I'm a bit overwhelmed. This store is so...ehm...so different?" Giggling at his attempt to make it sound positive and at his cute face you answered "Yes, that's why it's my favourite. I like different." "I definitely see that. Your style is absolutely amazing.", he praised your outfit. "Should we have a look together?" And with that you started roaming around the shelves and hangers together. Pulling out the most random and strangest pieces you could find and combined it with even more stranger things. You heard a loud guffaw and turned around to his laughing face "Look..." he stopped and looked at you with big eyes, "I don't even know your name." You couldn't hold in your laughter and through the breaths you answered "It's Y/N. And yours?" "I'm Hobi!" Time flew and you had a wonderful time. In the middle of your haul Hobi came up with the idea that you have to find something for him and the other way around. "Y/N, if you don't wear that, I will be very disappointed.", he said seriously as he presented his catch. It was a yellow knee length dress with little rainbows and clouds printed on. On top he put a light woollen cardigan and a long filigree golden necklace. For shoes he choose open-toed light green sandals with a slight heel. "Awww", you stepped closer to him and touched the dress "I like it. But why yellow?" you beamed at him. "Because you remind me of the sun.", he shyly said. You blushed "Why are you so sweet, Hobi?" "Can I see what you have for me?" he asked. "Oh yeah sure.", you pulled the outfit from behind your back, "Tada!" "There you go. Have fun with it.", the saleslady handed over the paper bags. "Thank you. I will definitely come back.", Hobi put away his wallet. "Honestly Hobi, I feel bad for you paying my stuff.", you took your bag and walked out of the shop. "It was my idea. So I'm paying.", he looked in your pitiful eyes, "Really Y/N, don't worry. I enjoyed today. So that's how I wanted to thank you, okay?", he peeked inside his bag. "Uh, we mixed up our outfits. Here, that's yours." "Thank you so so much Hobi. I hope you will remember today, when you wear it. Hope to see you soon." you smiled and gave him a small quick peck on the cheek. A few days later you layed on the couch and scrolled up and down your SNS. It was Sunday and you didn't had to do anything anyway. Your eyes couldn't follow the endless news but when you saw him you immediately stopped. "What in the world...Is that...my outfit?" you blurred out and almost fell down the couch. On the screen you saw Hobi in exactly the same things you two bought together. The buttoned down oversized striped shirt, the light washed pants with blue paint splashes, a black headband, white round sunglasses and his sneakers which he wore the day you met. The feed was full of pictures of him wearing this outfit. He looked stunning. Your stomach flipped and your mind ran wild. Headless you ran to your bedroom and rummaged through the bag from >Vin and Tage<. You didn't knew what you were looking for but you had to find a hint, something to contact him. And there it was, on the backside of the receipt. "HOPE you had a great day" and his number following.

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jhope #jhope reaction #jhope imagines #jhope #bts fluff #bts x reader

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yoificfinder · 5 years ago

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hi! i hope youre well! do you have any personal favorite otayuri fics? thank you so much!

I'm doing fine, thanks nonnie! Some of the Victuuri fics I recced have Otayuri as a secondary pairing so do check out the masterlist if you haven't yet. And here are other fics I enjoyed with Otayuri as the main pairing:

(Almost) Made It by Mtrash (Makaria) [E, 35K] *WIP

He sees the blond young man and his first thought is - pretty.

His second thought is - he’s going to die.

(AU where they fall in love while killing zombies and trying not to get eaten. Fun times.)

adventures in personal growth series by stutter [T and E, 23K]

Summary of first fic:

When Victor was his age - younger, even, Yuri thinks, shame blooming in his chest - he’d made the whole world fall in love with him already. The long hair, the soft smile, the way he moved like he had a secret in his skin and he couldn't wait to share it with you. Yuri’s watched the tapes over and over. He could skate any of Victor’s early routines in his sleep. But he can't - the thing Victor could do so easily, the casual, guileless charisma he threw like a shadow - Yuri can't manage it on a single person, not even some moody Kazakh with a dumb haircut whose eyes are too far apart anyway -

(In Park Guell, Yuri takes a hard fall. Otabek picks him up.)

Amor Vincit Omnia by @AuthorMAGrant [E, 80K]

Otabek Altin is the Brotherhood's most diligent soldier, expertly hunting and killing the vampiric enemies of humanity, until he faces a bloodthirsty Russian punk named Yuri who kicks his ass ... and captures his attention as no one else ever has. The lines between hatred and lust blur, and the deeper Otabek falls into Yuri's world, the more he questions the Brotherhood and its orders. Now, what should have been a simple eradication trip to America has become a fight to determine whether Otabek will remain the obedient soldier of his youth or the warrior who may earn a love he's never deserved.

Cities in Dust series by @blownwish-blog [E, 52K] *Underage + aside from Otayuri, also contains Pliroy, Jjbek, and Otapliroy

Summary of first fic:

Yuri Plisetsky met them both on his knees in the boys' room. One would stay, the other could not. America was one fucked up country.

(The 80s high school au you didn't ask for.)

constellations by @worldofcopperwings [T, 2K]

His fingers drop from his hair and slide over the skin above his left hipbone. On the previously unmarked expanse of skin, there is a web of dark lines, connecting to form a geometric outline of a bear.

A soulmark. Yuri furrows his brow. He has a fucking soulmark, and it sure as hell wasn’t there when he showered before work. Which means the person the universe considers predestined for Yuri was at the venue tonight, prompting the emergence of the mark.

Yuri frowns at the bear adorning his hip. He doesn’t subscribe to the concept of soulmates. It’s complete bullshit that someone else gets to decide who Yuri should be with.

From Almaty, With Love series by BoxWineConfessions [E, 155K]

Summary of first fic:

It’s quiet here. Even if the car alarm on the neighbor’s goddamn BMW has been going off for the past twenty minutes. Quiet, even though the alarm’s got the neighbor’s dog howling like crazy, and the neighbor works second shift and isn’t there to comfort the dumb dog.

It’s quiet…They haven’t spoken to each other since that morning, when Yuri went off to go see his tutor, and Otabek went off to do whatever the hell it was he did in the mornings before he hit the rink.

“You’re used to the noise?”

“Yeah, but…I think I like the quiet too.”

Or: Yuri spends the summer with Otabek in Almaty.

hood & glove by @fahye, @hawberries [T, 12K]

"I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says.

"I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.

Howl by Anna (arctic_grey) / @finleighsaid [E, 72K]

Yuri Plisetsky may have been a seasoned figure skater at the age of nineteen, but in hindsight he should have known that a steep learning curve was due: his new coach Viktor was in overdrive over his pregnant mate Yuuri Katsuki, who was now retired and waddling around the rink like a ticking time bomb. St. Petersburg was having the hottest summer in decades, training was gruelling, and for the first time since they’d met, Yuri and Otabek began to fall out. Over what, Yuri wasn’t even sure: it was almost as if casual sex with your best friend eventually came with consequences.

OR the alpha!Yuri and alpha!Otabek love slamdown, with a side of obnoxious Viktuuri.

let's not overanalyze by @alykapediaaa [T, 4K]

“I’ve put worse things inside my mouth,” Otabek says, deadpan, prompting a strangled noise from Yuri.

Yuri hisses and tries very hard not to think about the things Otabek had put in his mouth. He fails. “I’m disowning you.”

(Or: Yuri Plisetsky has a crush. Again.)

songs about love series by sarahyyy [T, 8K]

Summary of first fic:

“Are you not going to read the article?” she asks, flopping onto his bed. “Look who ranked second, just after Phichit Chulanont.”

Otabek reluctantly scrolls down, and oh.

#2 - Yuri Plisetsky

In the embedded Instagram photo just under that subheading, a very grumpy Yuri is cuddling a very grumpy-looking cat. The caption reads: I found the cat version of me at the shelter today. #iknowisaidnomorecats #canyoublameme

(Or, the AU where Otabek and Yuri don't becomes friends in Barcelona, and there are years of pining.)

what's a mob to a king, what's a king to an emo teenager? by @crossroadswrite [T, 12K]

Yuri has very clear and specific instructions about how he should act around Prince Otabek Altin of Khazhakhstahnia, and none of them include giving him the up and down and going “What the fuck are you wearing?”

Prince Otabek Altin of Khazhakhstahnia glances down at his expensive-looking Disney Prince tunic and matching pants that look like they costed more than Yuri’s iPhone.

To be completely fair, he looks very good in it, and Yuri’s surprise was more about how good he looks than the actual clothes. Also the amount of green and gold assaulting his eyes. No one should be allowed to wear that much green and look good.

“Clothes,” Prince Otabek Altin of Khazhakhstahnia says. Then looks over at Yuri, eyeing his leopard print Vans with a raised eyebrow.

Yuri is going to fight him.

(or: the princess protection program au that was supposed to be quick and messy and short, but instead its over 10k and people have emotions.)

You Might Say I Like To Play One-on-One With You by blackmountainbones [E, 3K]

The thing is, Yuri’s seen dicks before. He’s a sixteen-year-old in the internet age; he’s seen more penises penetrate more holes than he can count. It’s not like he’s never seen a real dick, either: between all the time he spends at the rink or at the gym, he’s bound to have seen more than a few naked dongs. Nudity, Yuri thinks, is no big deal.

At least until he catches a glimpse of Otabek in the onsen and discovers that nudity is a very big deal, indeed.

Yuri's Snapshots series by @onotherflights [M and E, 8K]

Summary of first fic:

When Yuri was nineteen, things changed. He fell in love with skating again, and he finally felt like himself after the year he had endured being lost. He fell in love again later that year, but that one had been a long time coming.

I put a limit of one fic per author but I suggest you check out some of these authors' other works (especially those who exclusively write Otayuri) because there are other good stories not included in this list.

Also, as I'm searching for fics to put here (after everything that I remember off the top of my head/found in my bookmarks), I realized there are a looot I've read that I wanna rec but it's overwhelming so let me just link this ao3 search of Otayuri fics sorted by kudos as something to start with.

If anyone else has a fave Otayuri fic or author, please feel free to rec.

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ETA - Other people's rec:

Pride and Other Madness series by @basilique

Thanks for the rec, @a-midnight-luna! ❤

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi fic rec #otayuri

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onetwosevensquad · 5 years ago

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Good Enough For You: Chapter Five

Doyoung x reader

Summary: You are your brother Yuta’s songwriter and Doyoung is his best friend and manager. When your brother gets his chance to go on tour, what happens when you have to spend two months on the road with your long time crush and scheming brother?

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, I don’t think I even cursed in this one lol

Series Masterlist

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The next week went by in a blur. You’re brother had a concert in Busan and the only thing worth noting was during the car ride there, you fell asleep on Doyoung. Your brother is never going to let either of you live that one down. Of course you still had to deal with the stares of his ex who you’ve come to learn is named Lexi.

She even tried to approach you at the Busan concert but, being the night in shinning armor that he is, Doyoung came to your rescue whisking you away to Yuta’s dressing room. You caught Mina up to speed, with Doyoung’s permission of course. He was actually happy to tell her as he knew she was trustworthy.

The Busan concert went swimmingly, your brother having the time of his life and the three of you watching from the sidelines. After the concert you had a day in Busan which you spent with Doyoung, Mina, and your brother. Yuta insisted that you spend the day at the beach which didn’t sound to bad. The three of you had a great time.

You and Doyoung sat on the shore while Yuta and Mina tried to drown each other. The two of you talked and got to know each other. You told him about a string of shitty ex’s who used you for fame or money. And he told you more about his relationship from hell with Lexi.

“There was this one time where I went out with Yuta, Johnny, and Taeyong,” he said. “We went to a club for Johnny’s birthday. Lexi had tracked my phone down and made a scene in the club. She accused me of cheating and said some pretty awful things to the guys.”

He looked sad. You couldn’t imagine what having a psychopath for a girlfriend was like. He gave you a sad smile which you returned before he continued.

“After that the guys convinced me to break up with her. But I couldn’t. I don’t know why. Then I found out she was cheating. Ironic I know. I told the guys and waited a few weeks. Then I confronted her and finally ended it.”

“Is that when she trashed your apartment?” You remember that. Doyoung stayed with you guys looking like a lost puppy.

“Yea. After the boys cleaned it, I sold it. To many bad memories,” he said. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder that seemed to relax his tense frame. You rubbed his shoulder a bit a pulled away once Mina and Yuta returned from the ocean.

The three of you stayed at the beach until sunset. You guys got back to the hotel around 11 pm and finally settled in. You and Mina shared a room, as you always do whenever you travel. The two of you packed, though there wasn’t much to do. Tomorrow you would be jetting of to Tokyo, Japan.

“So I saw you and Doyoung on the beach,” Mina called from the bathroom. She was doing her extravagant skincare routine that she did every single night.

“Yea what of it?” You asked, absentmindedly flipping through tv channels finding nothing of interest.

“Well I don’t know, it’s just you’ve been harboring this massive crush on him for like two years. You should say something,” she stated almost matter of factly. You glared up at her and she put her hands up in surrender. “All I’m saying is that with his ex here that would be the perfect revenge. And a distraction for the both of you,” she said wiggling her eyebrows.

You grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and threw it at her face. She just laughed and threw it right back at you. She plopped down on her bed and turned out the light. You did the same and turned of the tv. The two of you said goodnight but you didn’t fall asleep.

Instead you carefully got up and left the room. You weren’t tired, not yet anyway. So you decided a nice walk would do the trick. After carefully closing the door, you started your adventure down the hall. You didn’t get far however, because as soon as you rounded the corner, you came face to face with Doyoung. Well more like face to chest.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized. You shook your head saying it was your fault. You noticed he was carrying a bag from the convenience store down the street. He noticed you staring and held it up. “I couldn’t sleep so I went to get snacks to eat while watching a movie. Hopping to bore myself to sleep,” he chuckled.

“Yea I couldn’t sleep either. Mina’s snoring was no help either,” you laughed and so did he. You took a moment to really admire him and his nice features. This man belongs in a museum, you thought.

“Well since neither of us can sleep, care to join?” He asked dangling the bag.

“But what about Yuta?”

“He’s gone,” Doyoung started. He noticed the startled look on your face and laughed as he started walking to his room. He motioned for you to follow and you quickly caught yourself up with his long strides.

“I mean he found someone he likes and decided to go and visit them,” Doyoung said fumbling for his key and you approached his room. He got it out and unlocked the door motioning for you to go in first.

“Poor girl,” you said looking around the room that was identical to yours a Mina’s.

“Guy.”

“What?”

“It’s a guy. He’s one of the interns. Dong Sicheng I think.” Doyoung said going to his bed and putting the bag of snacks down.

“Huh,” you shrugged. It was no secret to anyone close to Yuta that he wasn’t straight. He’s been with guys before but the last one didn’t go well so he’s kinda stuck with girls for the last year. It kind of sucked because he was never happy with girls.

While you were in your daze, Doyoung had settled into the bed snacks surrounding him. He looked comfortable in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with the hood up. He was flipping through the channels trying to find a movie.

“You coming?” He said looking at you for a second. Hesitantly, you climbed into the bed and under the covers. You stole the bag of sour patch kids and opened it. You heard Doyoung chuckle next to you and he finally landed on Back to the Future.

You two got about three quarters of the way through the movie before you both passed out. The unfinished snacks had been moved to the bedside table and the wrappers discarded to the floor. Neither of you noticed but throughout the movie, the two of you shifted closer together.

Now, as the two of you slept soundly, your head was on his shoulder. Doyoung had fallen asleep shortly after you, his head falling on top of yours. He’s the one who put your head on his shoulder. He noticed you had nodded off and your head fell in an uncomfortable position. He put your head on his shoulder and couldn’t help put start to nod off himself.

The only thing that woke you two up at five am was Yuta screeching with Mina and some guy standing behind him.

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Rose: part five is here! I literally edited this at 1 am. I know I said updates every Monday and it’s technically Tuesday so whoops. I’m actually pretty proud of this part so please enjoy :)

(GIF credit to owner)

#nct aus #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct au #doyoung #kim doyoung #nct doyoung #nct yuta #doyoung x reader #nct u #doyoung x you #kim doyoung x reader

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thedarklightwithinus · 6 years ago

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Coffee and Stitches.

A/N; My ask box is open. (Though some are not going through:/)

Summary; After a long day on the ward, the last thing Y/N want’s to deal with is a drunk.

Pairing; Nurse!Reader x Cop!Steve

Words; 2.1k

Part Two

"Morning everyone. Can I have a quick word?"

Y/N looked up from where she was typing away at the computer in front of her, her eyes zeroing in on Daniels. She eyed him for a moment, wondering what it was he wanted to talk about before she turned to look at Nat with a raised brow. The woman in question merely shrugged as she leaned back in her swivel chair, giving their college her full attention.

A small gathering of people, each wearing a specific shade of scrubs that depended on their job title, had found their way to the desk that was situated towards the front of the ward.

"I'v been informed that we are short staffed, so it's gonna be extremely busy." Daniels spoke up once more, looking more relaxed than he probably was feeling. "Philip is currently trying to arrange some agency staff to come in and help out. I'm not to worried about you guys, but I'm going to need nothing less than your very best. Nurses, Romanoff and Y/L/N are your superiors, you have a problem, take it to them. Right... I'll leave it to the pair of you." He finally said, shooting Nat and Y/N a look.

The small group watched as Daniels picked up his paperwork from the desk and spun on left through the automatic doors. Y/N felt eyes on the side of her face as she turned to look at Nat who raised a brow with a small smirk. "Let's get this show on the road."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed lightly. "Alright guys, you know what your dong. Any problems, we'll be around the floor somewhere." She addressed the other nurses with a smile. "Accident and emergency will be sending over patients who aren't about to die if they don't get attention immediately, so be prepared for anything to come walking through those doors."

With that said, the group dispersed accordingly. Y/N took the moment to slouch in her chair, not knowing when she would be allowed such a luxury as sitting down again during her shift.

"How's Wanda doing?" Nat asked, blowing on her coffee cup and taking a small sip.

Y/N smiled at the mention of her sister, refreshing the page on the computer. "She's fine. Vision is taking her out on a date to the zoo today. "

Nat chuckled as she took another sip of coffee. "All about the Giraffe's, right?"

Y/N could do nothing but nod as the two of them shared a laugh. Before either of them could speak up once more, the light box against the wall began to flash red. Nat was quick to hop up, pushing her chair away from the desk and making her way towards the double doors to meet the Accident and Emergency team with the patient while Y/N refreshed the page one more and began to take down all the relevant details.

The rest of the sixteen hour shift seemed to pass by in a blur. Although Daniels had informed them that the hospital was short staffed, it would have been impossible to know on their floor if he had not told them. As the hours disappeared, so did the staff under Y/N's wing. As 2 am drew near, the only people left on the floor was Y/N, Peter who was a junior nurse and the last of the patients who was being treated by Nat.

"Make sure to keep changing the bandages, Mrs Mathews." Nat's voice filled the air as Y/N was showing Peter a diagram of what was acceptable in the case of a severe head injury. "I'll send your notes across to your doctor who'll make you an appointment in the coming week. Take care."

The old woman bid her goodbye as her husband helped her out the doors. Nat dropped into the chair at the desk as she blew out a breath and closed her eyes for a moment. Peter looked up at the red head or a moment, pity on his face as though he understood what she was going through.

Noticing that he wasn't paying attention, Y/N looked up with a raised brow and followed his gaze. She chewed on her inner cheek for a moment before smiling softly. "Nat?" The red head made a noise of question. "Why don't you get off. It's basically two anyway."

"You sure?" Nat mumbled, opening her eyes slightly.

"Pretty sure." Y/N replied. "Get yourself home and in bed. I'm only here for another hour until Robert's take's over anyway. Beside's, it's gone quiet anyway."

Nat nodded as she stood up and began to gather her things together before she bid the pair farewell and left the floor. Y/N continued to help Peter out on the things he wasn't entirely confident on as the clock slowly ticked away. She had him writing a report on the effects of taking blood when the box on the wall began to flash red at half two.

She looked up, eyeing the red light for a moment before she turned to look at Peter who raised a brow slightly. "Carry on with that report." She mumbled, pushing her chair out and standing up. She made her way around the desk, pumping a small amount of hand sanitizer on her hands as she moved towards the double doors.

Almost as soon as the doors opened, she frowned deeply and blew a frustrated breath out of her mouth. She stood in the doorway, hands on her hips as she watched the two offers all but drag someone along between them. She tilted her head, deeming the slumped man drunk before she turned to look at the officers with raised brows.

She took in the dark haired one first, ignoring the way his uniform seemed to flex with his arms as he held the mad up. His eyes were of a blue-grey colour, the bottom half of his face covered in what was the makings of a beard. Y/N shook her head before she looked over at the taller one of the pair. His blonde hair didn't look as though a piece of it had fallen from where it was meant to be. His eyes were startling as she made eye contact, trying to force the obvious blush from her face as he smiled at her slightly, coming to a stop in front of her.

"Hey, you're Nurse Y/L/N right?" The blonde asked, raisied a brow at her as she nodded slowly. "Accident and Emergency sent us round. This ones-" He nodded down at the man who was mumbling something. "-causing trouble round there."

"So, Nick thought he'd palm him off on me, right?" Y/N grumbled, rolling her eyes as she sighed and stepped to the side, allowing the officers to bring the man onto the ward. "I'll just get his notes, take him to that bed there-" She pointed out the first row of beds that had been cleaned up. "-I'll be back... Don't let him touch anything." She added after a seconds thought as the blonde laughed slightly while the brunette grinned at the blonde who seemed to look away.

Y/N sighed as she made her way back to the desk to see Peter giving her a look of pity. "I've printed it off for you." He said, holding out a clipboard with the printed page on it. Y/N smiled in thanks, reading through it and picking out what she needed to know. "Need me to get a trolley ready?"

"That'd be great... Thanks Peter." She told him, grabbing a pen from the desk and moving back to the officers and new patient. "Alright. So, I've got a Josh Chard." Looking up, she stared blankly at the mad on the bed who looked as though he'd drank a whole bar. "Can you confirm your date of birth for me, Josh?" She asked, eyeing him for a moment before muttering, "Didn't think so."

"Got a call about an hour ago." The blonde spoke up from the chair. "Picked this one up outside a bar down town not long after. He's got a cut on his head that wouldn't stop bleeding so we brought him straight here."

"He's not complained of any pain... Complained about almost everything else though." The brunette said from where he stood near by with him arms crossed against his chest.

"Y/N." Peter's voice filled the air as he pushed a trolled next to her. "If you need help..."

"Thanks Peter." Y/N smiled, watching as he nodded and made his was back to the desk.

Y/N began to arrange the contents on top of the trolley, opening packets and pulling on a pair of latex gloves as she slid the trolley around the side of the bed, reaching up to pull down the wall mounted light. "Is he even awake?" She found herself asking Blondie who leaned forward and nudged Josh.

"Man, don't touch me." Josh spat, trying to lean out of reach of the officer. Y/N was quick to grip his shoulder and stop him leaning off the bed any more as she pushed him to lean back against the bed. "Well, damn." He muttered, looking up at Y/N who raised a brow at him. "You are just the prettiest thing I've ever seen. But that's a lie... I haven't seen you without them clothes on y-"

"Hey," Blondie harshly muttered, leaning across the bed as he gripped Josh a little more roughly than necessary, his mouth close the his ear. "We are not doing that. Do you hear me?" Josh nodded slowly, his face looking considerably pale. Blondie muttered something that Y/N couldn't hear.

Josh pondered his words for a moment before he let out and breath and muttered something under his breath. "Excuse me?" Y/N asked, leaning in as she tried to pick up what he was saying.

"Sorry." Y/N stood back up as she looked over at the blonde who was busy glaring at the side of Josh's head.

"Er, it's alright... I'm going to clean your wound and stitch it up now." She told him, getting to work.

Most likely due to just how many stitches she had given people in her line of work, Y/N managed to clean, stitch and dress Josh's wound in record time. She pulled her gloves from her hands and disposed of them in the bin near by while she watched the brunette help Josh from the bed and over to the bathroom he declared he desperately needed while she jotted down what she had done on the clipboard.

"Is he off to jail then, Officer..."

"Steve." Blondie told her a little to quickly. "Steve is fine."

"Steve." Y/N smiled slightly.

"That's the plan. "Steve told her. "I'm sorry for what he said earlier."

"Oh, don't worry about it." Y/N laughed, watching as a small smile came to his own face. "I've heard much, much worse than that. Beside's, it wasn't your fault anyway."

Steve nodded, looking as though he wanted to say something as he looked over towards the bathroom. Y/N frowned and followed his line of sight, raising a brow when she noticed his partner flaying his arms about as though he was trying to shout at him silently. The brunette was quick to cross his arms and look away when he noticed her gaze.

"Your partners... Strange."

"Nah, he's Bucky. Strange works down town." Steve told her, squeezing his eyes shut as though he wished he had not said that. "Look, Y/N... I get off work at four and... Well, I was wonderin- If you're not busy... Do you wan't to get breakfast? It's cool if you don't. I bet you've been working all da- Oh, you have haven't you?"

"I have." Y/N told him, her face full of humour. "But I also haven't eaten in hours so sure. I'd like to get breakfast with you. I have the next two days off so I can sleep after."

Steve looked down at her sharply as though he wasn't expecting her to say yes. "Right... Yes. I'll come back here and pick you up?"

"I'll be here."

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x Reader #Reader #Cop!Steve #cop!au #cop!bucky #Steve Rogers x You #steve rodgers imagine #captain america #captain america x reader #natasha romanoff #nurse!reader #Nurse!Peter #nurse!tom holland #Cop!Steve Rogers

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beanfic · 6 years ago

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Drunk Words

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 1496

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and brief sexual situations.

Author’s Note: I really wanted to add smut but i didn't *eye roll*

“Fuck.” You look down at the blood pouring from the small nick on your knee from shaving. You groan as you try to wash it off with water. The only reason you were shaving your legs in the winter is because you were going to a party tonight and was wearing a dress, otherwise you enjoy your legs fuzzy and warm during the cold seasons.

You got out of the shower and put your hair up with a towel. Your phone buzzed with a text, and while you check it you realized you had thirty text messages. They all were in a group message with your two childhood best friends, Tyler and Josh, who were the ones that invited you to this party tonight.

We are picking you up in 10. Be ready.

That last text sent you into full panic mode. You ran out of the bathroom dropping your towel on the way. You slip on spandex shorts, a bra, and your black dress. You rush to your closet to find your yellow heals you were going to wear.

The party tonight was an album release party for Tyler and Josh. They happened to in a very successful band, and you were always surprised that your guys friendship stayed the same after all the fame they had gotten. Their album’s color was yellow so you decided yellow heels would complete the look.

You rush back to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. You had planned on curling your hair but now you didn’t even have time to straighten it. You decide on a loose braid and leaving some of the pieces in the front hanging. You started to do your makeup as you heard a knock on your door.

“It’s unlocked” You scream and soon you see Josh walking up to you. He was wearing a black suit with a yellow bowtie. He looked handsome and you had to look away to hide your blushing. You and Josh dated back in highschool for about three years but ended abruptly when you went off to college, but you guys still stayed friends and actually got closer. You both decided that dating childhood friends didn’t work out, but you haven’t dated anyone since josh. You still had that damn massive crush on him.

“Well don’t you look nice when you try Y/N” He chuckled while he sat up on the counter.

“Shut up” You finished applying mascara and a nude matte lipstick.

“Ready?” You nod and grab your purse. You and him walk out of your apartment to Tyler in the passenger’s seat of a yellow volkswagen.

“Where the hell did you get this car” You burst out laughing which made Tyler look up from his phone.

“We rented it for tonight, we have to be on brand” He jokes as he rolls down his window. You hop into the backseat while Josh got into the driver's seat.

“You’re in charge of music” Tyler handed you the aux cord and you groan. You hated this because they always judged you of your music taste. You plug it in anyways and decided to shuffle the Trench album.

“To stay on brand” You joke back.

The next couple hours were a blur. You met a lot of people, you a lot of food, and you drank a lot of alcohol. By 10pm you were feeling tipsy.

“Time for the speech!” says a burly guy in a suit. This made everyone be quiet and Tyler and Josh made their way up to the front of the room. They gave this speech about how thankful they were for everyone’s help with the album, and other things musicians say. You weren’t really listening because you were focusing on josh’s lips. You never noticed how small they were. You then started to wonder if he was a good kisser and you started to giggle to yourself.

“What’re you giggling about?” You turn about to find josh and tyler standing behind you.

“Ohhhhh nothinggggg” you say sing songy.

“You are so drunk” Tyler laughs and you just roll your eyes.

“I am only tipsy”

“Sure you are” Tyler walks away just leaving you and Josh.

“If you are only tipsy, are you up to a game of beer pong?” Josh asks you and you nod. You knew deep down that you probably should stop drinking but Josh rarely asks you to play with you.

You were on a team with Josh, and on the other team was josh’s brother and sister. The game starts off with Jordan throwing the ping pong ball right into your cup.

“Drink up” You grab the red solo cup and start to chug the beer. 5 Beers later you and Josh had lost. Josh was starting to get tipsy, you could tell by the way he slurred his words. It reminded you of the times you and him went to all the highschool parties.

“We suck” You slur out and Josh nods and laughs. You start to walk towards the food but almost trip and you end up falling into Josh’s arms.

“No more drinking”

“I am fiiineeee” You try to tell him except the room started to spin.

“I’m going to go get Tyler and were going to take you home, okay?” You nod your head way too much before you realized that Josh was dragging you across the floor.

“Jeez Y/N how much did you drink?” A sober Tyler asks and you shrug and start to giggle again. Josh tries to stand you up but you stumble over to Tyler and leans on him.

“You smell like prunes” You tell him and Tyler just looks at you confused.

“Thanks, and you smell like beer”

Tyler and Josh drag you out the car and the entire time you kept on singing their song Chlorine horribly.

“Y/N, you are making me hate my own song. If I have to hear you say sippin’ on straight chlorine one more time I am taking it off the album” Tyler jokes. You all get in the car and you decide to lay down in the back because you were starting to feel nauseous.

“I am so glad i am friends with you guys. You guys are so cool and famous. You guys make music. I love you guys” you went on this slurry ramble of how thankful you were for Josh and Tyler all the way back to your apartment.

“We’re here” Tyler exclaims.

“I’m going to take Y/N up and I will probably just crash here to make sure shes okay” Josh explains to Tyler and he nods.

Josh opens the door to the car but you were too drunk to even lift your head without feeling like throwing up. You feel josh’s arms under your body and the next thing you remember is up stairs in your apartment.

“You need to get into Pajamas” Josh tries to explain to you but you just rolled around in the bed.

“Sick” you mumble. Josh knew what that meant he quickly grabbed the trashcan and brought it over to you. You ended emptying the contents of your stomach into it but that made you feel better instantly.

“I’m gonna go throw this away, you get dressed while I’m gone” Josh took the bag of puke with him and closed your bedroom door. You took off your shoes and dress before getting dizzy again and laying back down on your bed.

“Okay I’m ba-Y/N!” Josh stops suddenly at the sight of you half naked on the bed.

“I need help” you put your arms up expecting him to come help you stand up. He groans and walks over to you. You grab his hands but end up pulling him down on top of you and you place your lips on his.

“Shit Y/N, you’re drunk. Stop” He pushes you away and sits up.

“But Joshhhh, I love youuuuuu” you turn over and shove your face in the bed. Josh just stares at you.

“Do you really or are you just saying that because you are drunk?” He asks and you nod.

“I mean it Joshhhhhh” You put your hand on his pants and he quickly shoves it off, standing up.

“Seriously stop, I’m not going to take advantage of you right now. We can talk about this when you’re sober” He heads over to your dresser and pulls out a t shirt and shorts and throws it to you.

“You’re mad” You whisper.

“No, I’m not. I have feelings for you too but this is not a conversation to have right now. Here, get dressed” You take off your bra and spandex and put the pajamas on.

“You just saw me naked” You giggle to yourself. Josh pulls back the bedsheets and help you get in.

“Wouldn't be the first time, ding dong”

You smile at the nickname he use to call you in highschool.

#twenty one pilots #fanfic #fluff #josh dun x reader #tyler joseph #josh dun #skeleton clique #smut #josh dun smut #josh dun imagine #josh dun drabble

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nerdyrevenge · 3 years ago

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My definitions of a “top list”

This time i’m gonna take you through simple things that makes me happy. that’s the question i’ve been ask lately by my therapist. it’s not much, but the majority of it, comes from music. Listening to music has been a habit of mine since i was at the very young age, it helps me create distractions towards the noisy world and take me away somewhere else, where it stimulates each spectrum of emotions inside of me.

I’m not much of a talker when it comes to what i feel, but music help me to recognize and describes what i’m feeling at the time, all i can say i grew up along side of music and learn things.

What makes me want to write about this because the other day someone ask me what my“top” list are, i find it hard to answer right away because it’s a sentimenal piece to me.

Anyway, behind those question there’s another following question that should be considered. well, in my perspectives when someone ask regarding the top list thingy, in which context that you want to hear? is it the back story that compliments their long list or is it just something you want to relate with in terms of music taste to understand their music preference?

Because for me, asking one top list is about understanding their personality, life perspective, and other personal things be it music, series or even movie. To simplify, top music list questions is not about the objects but the subjects because people perspective behind it that matters more (well yea in my opinion obviously). i’m write this perspective in the context of “getting know each other phase” in building deeper relationship (friends, family, romance), not just sudden occurance where you meet new people and start to talk with each other in a party or bar, that’ll be different of course.

so it’s a bit challenging for me to define my top list because it meant more for me.

Let me take you down to 5 Top-song tracks as an examples

1. Beethoven - Symphony No. 9 in D minor ('Choral') Op. 125 - Molto vivace

i’m always fascinated with classical music since i was young (i’m failed to analyze where is it coming from because my father loves Bee Gees and love to play it all the time when he was home). But for me classical music really special, there’s just layers of instruments with no lyrics but it tells you story. especially Symphony No. 9 from Beethoven, when i hear it i got so energized and felt some kind of power from it. The instruments felt like it takes you into the journey of a fight to freedom, that the real fact about the song but i felt like it even before i google what’s the meaning behind this song. i mean, the instrument is so powerful to bring its own narratives into mine.

4. Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Well i guess this might feels like its a cheesy song after they make movie after Queen music journey. But let forget about that, for me this dong is quite similar like classical music, the difference is classical got layers of instruments that please your ears and bring its own narratives to you but this one takes you to 4 mixed of music theme in one go. The lyrics, vocals and the instruments compliments each others makes you felt the pain and the struggles that the singer tells you. If i could describe it well, it almost like you finished reading a book about an existential questions in mans life.

3. Bon Iver - RaBi

Bon Iver’s songs is a sentimental piece for me, i go through the hardest time in my life accompanied by his words. But as i grew older and also changes in his music especially i,i album, RaBi is one the tracks that got me. Maybe it’s because i listened to all of his albums and this song especially tells a story about acceptance and there’s this kind of parity with mine.

4. Tender - Blur

I guess this one might a lil bit far from a layered instrument in a track, but the the lyrics in tender is so beautiful for me. It’s somehow describes how we as human have this delicate feeling called love, a feelings that i’ve seen as an abstract form but you can feel your body react to it but you can’t locate where it is from it is from your heart, brain, or even a butterfly in ur tummy and tender is the right word to describe it and this song nailed it. This song able to give the narrative of love and how it feels like. Thats the reason why this song is one of my favorite, i think It will be on number one in my top love song tracks.

5. Bon Iver - Re:Stacks

This song describes a rock bottom moment of mine, the beautiful words of Vernon tells a story about a grieve and how he try to cure it with something that destroys him that somehow want to make him immune with all the pain he felt. Every time i hear this track, even when i’m in a happy mood, i could absorb his grieve into mine. It’s one of Bon Iver track that i would avoid to hear these day’s cause its too powerful to take me back to the lowest point of my life. But yeah it’s still, it should be on my top track list.

I love how intimate a song would impact in ourselves in any moment in our life and somehow we can relate or even re-imagine the meanings.

so when your about to ask someone their top-list, don’t just go ahead asking that, give context!

because you can tell a person from their playlist right?

peace!

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thejokersenigma · 7 years ago

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Christmas Fan Fiction Advent Calendar 2017 - Day 17 - Joker x Reader - Christmas Carol Part 3

Ok, so it’s nearly midnight - sorry its taken so long to write this, but my laptop had a melt down and deleted all my editing, so I had to go back through and do it all again.

I apologise that the joker is a bit out of character - I’m blaming my lack of a break from writing (It feels like I’ve been writing non-stop for 17 days now!)

Hope you enjoy anyway!

MASTERLIST

J was surprised when he suddenly woke. He hadn’t realised he’d fallen asleep – hadn’t even realised he had been drifting off. He didn’t think he could have slept for more than a few minutes, but the clock told him it was close to one o’clock.

J hoped that the brief sleep might have helped to clear his mind somewhat from all of these hallucinations. It was true that he nearly always had voices screaming different things in his head, and yes, rarely he saw things that weren’t actually there, but - even more seldom – did he get these repeat illusions.

Maybe his last trip to Arkham and their aggressive ‘cures’ had pushed his brain that bit further into the realms of complete insanity.

One thing J was certain of was – if the Marlo hallucination was right and he was expecting two other illusions tonight - he wasn’t going to be caught by surprise again by one of the phantoms his brain conjured up. So, he remained sat in his chair, ignoring the alcohol now, watching the office door, waiting for his next visitor. But nothing happened, and he couldn’t help feeling oddly more tense because of this.

J was just beginning to think maybe he should listen to one of the voices saying he ought to retire to his bed to catch up on some clearly much needed sleep, when the clock on the mantle chimed for the hour and, as the single faithful dong struck out, the office was filled with same brilliant light that had illuminated it previously. Only, this time, it didn’t come from the window behind him, instead this light seemed to be emitted from within the pent house, outlining the office door where it shone through the surrounding cracks.

J was forced to squint at the brightness, holding one hand up to shield his eyes. He wasn’t one to hesitate, or fear, and he had thrown caution to the wind a long time ago – so he rose to his feet and strode to the door, ready to confront whatever his mind had chosen to conjure this time.

The minute his hand touched the handle of the door, a familiar voice said his name, but it wasn’t Eddie this time. J knew exactly who it was, and he rolled his neck in annoyance. It was that pompous black-market dealer Oswald Cobblepot.

The Penguin called for him to enter as though the Joker had been polite enough to knock on his own door.

J scowled at the door, but pushed it open none the less - his curiosity getting the better of him. However, he paused almost immediately by the sight that greeted him beyond the door. What should have been the hallway of his penthouse, no longer was. Instead, he seemed to have somehow opened the door into the unused penthouse dining room. To check he hadn’t somehow managed to completely blank out the hallway, J glanced backwards, seeing his desk, chair and shelves of books. He turned his attention back in front of him, and, sure enough, there was still the neat, unused table and chairs by the floor to ceiling windows that made up the dining room.

The Joker hesitated, but only for a moment, before he stepped into the room. The door immediately closed behind him, even though he gave it no shove, and when J glanced back at it in surprise, the door seemed to melt into the wall until there was no trace of it. Maybe he was dreaming this time.

But that didn’t matter to him at the moment, and he turned his gaze back into the room, seeming to see it with fresh eyes now. It wasn’t just his unused dining room, it had been luxuriously decorated with Christmas decorations of holly, golden tinsel, wreaths of orange and cinnamon, and a large decorative runner that ran along the length of the table, embroidered with red, green silver. At the head of the table sat Oswald Cobblepot, as large and regal as ever.

The Penguin regarded the Joker down the end of his nose with distaste. “Ah, the clown has finally arrived - though we all knew punctuality has never been your strong point.” He sniffed.

“What do you want, Ossie?” Drawled the Joker, barely managing to supress a snarl.

“I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.” Said the Penguin, as if that explained everything. “Take a seat.” He said, gesturing with a flick of his meaty hands to rest of the table, but the Joker didn’t move. “Never mind then.” Dismissed the Penguin, uncaring. “The present can’t wait much longer.”

Penguin rose to his feet from his chair, which the Joker now realised was not a chair, but a pile of suitcases over flowing with cash and bags of coins and jewels.

This must be a dream.

The rotund man, made his way over to the Joker, but something seemed wrong about the man. J couldn’t place it until the man held his umbrella out. Penguin wasn’t limping. His path to him had been smooth and unencumbered by his twisted leg.

“Take hold of the umbrella.” The Penguin ordered.

The Joker had basically made it his life not to follow rules or instructions, but he had gone unwillingly with his last hallucination, and the experience that it had showed him seemed to have lightened his mind somehow - though clearly not removed his hallucinations – and was J’s intrigue was peaked with what this phantom would show him. He said no word, but lightly gripped the material, Penguin’s hand remaining on the top of the curved handle.

Just then, a cold, strong wind seemed to blow in through the windows which now appeared to hold no glass. The Joker tried to release his grip on the umbrella, but his hand seemed to be stuck fast, his fingers unable to uncurl and he was forced to keep a tight grip on the umbrella. The wind seemed to pick up more, blowing out the lights, despite the fact they were electric, and then seeming to blow out all the furniture and objects around them as well. Everything dissolved into a thick smoke that swirled around them, not choking, but obscuring everything until it faded to a light mist that settled around their feet where they stood on one of the many snowy streets in Gotham City.

J spun around, taking in the surroundings. The night didn’t seem to have changed much from the last time he’d been out here only an hour ago, except they were now stood on a street lined with tall office blocks or flats, and a cold drizzle of snow blurred J’s vision. The Penguin though, only had eyes on one thing, and the Joker followed his line of sight. It was a tall, rather grim looking block of flats that towered directly in front of them.

“What is this?” The Joker asked.

The Penguin turned to him, half obscured in the snow. “This is the present.” He said simply. Then a short gust of wind blinded them with a flurry of flakes, and, when it cleared, they found themselves in hallway lined with numbered doors that must have been flats. Joker looked at the door directly in front of them. It was dark grey with a chipped golden 23 screwed into the wood. As J was about to ask what the point in all of this was, the number 23 door swung open inwards. Except Penguin hadn’t touched it, and there was no one on the other side of the door. Instead, J had a clear view into the apartment within. It was furnished with minimal, basic furniture that had probably come with the place and it lacked any personalisation from the owner in any way except for a few plastic bags and takeout containers on the table by the sofa.

Penguin stepped in and the Joker automatically followed.

They walked past the small living room area and a small dining table, reaching the doorway of the kitchen. Here they found a young woman - probably in her late 20s - desperately trying to stop a pot, of what looked like potatoes, from boiling over.

The Penguin said nothing to explain why they were there, nor did the Joker ask, both of them just watching the scene before them as the woman – having just rescued the potatoes by lifting them off the hob – threw the saucepan back down again when the oven timer went off, grabbing instead for a pair of oven gloves on the counter near her.

The woman dove into the oven and removed a rather dry looking chicken which she quickly shoved onto a spare bit of work surface, shaking her hands where her oven mitts had thinned. Just then, the potatoes began to hiss and spit as they boiled over again as she had thrown them back onto the hob without thinking.

The woman quickly rescued her potatoes once more, moving them to safety by shoving a few dirty utensils out of the way on the sideboard. Happy that everything was safe once more, the woman lent against one of the counters, exhausted and wafting her face with her hand at the heat that had built up in the kitchen.

Before she had much time to relax, a young girl, about 6, appeared in the doorway next to the Joker, holding a worn and battered teddy. “Mummy!” She cried, “When’s Uncle Johnny coming back with Jimmy?” She whined, not noticing her mother’s flustered state.

“He should hopefully be back any minute, honey - God knows mummy needs his help.” She muttered as an aside.

The girl grinned at this positive answer and skipped straight past the two criminals watching the scene without seeing them, and into the living room area to obsessively watch the door, listening intently for footsteps.

The little girl didn’t have to wait too long, as within 5 minutes there was the sound of heavy feet on the hallway outside and then a key in the lock. The young girl jumped excitedly to her feet and raced to the door bouncing up and down with uncontrollable energy.

When the door opened, the Joker let out a breathy growl. Frost.

He had a young boy - who looked to be a similar age to the little girl - sat on his shoulders, gripping either side of his face.

“Frosty!” Screamed the little girl and ran at him, still clutching her teddy. Frosty knelt down and scooped up the girl as she hurtled towards him, lifting her easily.

“Hiya lottie, did ya miss us?” He asked with a grin, placing the girl on his hip. The man in front of J now looked nothing like how he knew him. Instead of his usual suit, tie and emotionless face, Frost as wearing jeans, a Christmas jumper and a grin as he looked down at the little girl.

“No. Not at all.” The little girl lied, but she couldn’t keep it up for long when she saw the look on her Uncle’s face - which was a dramatic look of devastation at this claim – and she soon burst into a fit of girlish giggles.

“You lied to me?” Frost asked in dramatic disbelief. The girl nodded through her giggles. “Can you believe that Jimmy? The porkies your sister tells!” Frost cried, lifting his head slightly to the boy perched above him.

Jimmy laughed at Frost’s clearly fake outrage. “Come on, let’s find your chair, and mummy.” Frost said, carrying both of the children into the flat and finally closing the door. The ‘chair’ in question had been pushed out of the way behind the sofa and Frost wheeled it out now, going to deposit Jimmy into it, but the young boy protested violently, wishing to stay on his Uncle’s shoulders instead.

“Ok, but make sure you duck when I go through a door, ok?” Frost said, “Or at least tap my head to make sure I remember to duck.” He teased, and the young boy eagerly nodded. They head for the kitchen then, Lottie skipping on behind them. “We’re back!” Called Frost to his sister who was still struggling with the Christmas Eve meal.

“Oh, thank God, Johnny!” She exclaimed, a look of relief in her eyes when he appeared. “I honestly suck at cooking!” She exclaimed, gesturing to the mess the kitchen was in, used plates and bowls scattered on every surface, stray pieces of food on the floor where they had fallen.

“And you think I’m any better?” Asked Frost with a laugh. His sister couldn’t help but smile at his good mood. “The fact you tried is what matters.” He reassured her with a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll give you a hand in a minute.” He added. “Now come on you two, let’s set the table.” And he pulled the children out of the kitchen again, grabbing a pile of plates and handing the cutlery to Jimmy on his shoulders.

He lay out the plates, calling up to Jimmy for the cutlery he needed which was promptly handed down to him - narrowly missing his nose a few times, but Frost didn’t mind - and continuing to ask Lottie to remind him how many people he was laying the table for, keeping her giggling.

The Joker was lost in the scene before him. Frost was so good with the kids and they were on their best behaviour for him in return. The young Jimmy stayed on Frost’s shoulders as he set the table and still remained there when Frost went to help his sister in the kitchen. The young girl, Lottie, was also a constant shadow to the large criminal, asking to help where ever she could.

Eventually they all sat down to a slightly dry, over cooked dinner, but no one complained and all the dishes were finished – the children overcome with delight when a microwaved pudding was brought out for dessert.

The Joker and Penguin stayed there the whole time, listening to the conversation and – though they must have been there for hours – it barely felt like any time before they were watching the kids being packed off to bed.

The two adults settled on the small sofa afterwards with a strong drink.

“That was a wonderful meal, Lucy, really.” Said Frost, toasting to her.

“Don’t thank me!” She protested. “It was you who payed for it! And who saved it in the end!” She said, raising her glass to him.

“I guess we should thank the Joker, really, otherwise I’d be stuck in prison with no money and no use for my cooking skills.” Joked Frost.

“I will not raise a glass to that insane criminal!” Said Lucy moodily. “I know what sort of a man he is – even if you choose to ignore it! You wouldn’t have ended up in that prison if it wasn’t for him anyway!” She snarled.

“Woah Lucy! Cool down.” Frost said, gesturing for her to tone it down. “You know better than anyone else that I was destined for prison years before I met the Joker – I had nothing else and always got in trouble! Plus, what other job would I get on with a criminal record, hmm? Nothing that pays this well! I’d end up in a fast food joint on minimum wage and I wouldn’t be able to help you out with supporting the kids.” Frost pointed out. Lucy scowled, but remained silent, resigning herself to the truth.

“He’ll miss you when we go.” She said suddenly, “Jimmy.” She clarified, taking a sip from her glass. “And Lottie – they’ll both miss you.”

“He’s a good kid – they both are.” Said Frost, his face no longer showing any sign of the happy, laughing person he had been only an hour ago, now he just looked very tired.

“He loves being on your shoulders.” Lucy said, reminiscing to her son’s smiling face early. “He hates that bloody wheelchair almost as much as I do.”

“Have you spoken to the doctor about crutches?” Asked Frost, “At least then he’d be trying to use his legs more – might help.”

“The doctors say his arms are too weak and frail – he wouldn’t be able to support himself on them for long.” Lucy said sadly. “But they also say if he doesn’t start to use his muscles soon, he’ll only deteriorate - and he’s depressed enough as it is…” She trailed off

Frost looked at his sister sadly, placing a large hand on her knee in comfort. “You know you’re always welcome to stay here.” He said.

“You know I’d take that up in a heartbeat, Johnny – you’ve always been such a help – but I can’t do that to you - you do enough as it is. Besides, this place isn’t big enough for 4 people – especially when two of them are hyperactive kids.” Lucy murmured, her eyes showing her hopelessness.

Frost knew she was right and just gazed sadly off, sipping at his glass.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sharp blast of snowy wind cut across the Joker’s vision, blurring the scene before him and it dissolved before his eyes.

“Tell me, Ossie…” Drawled the Joker as the snow sped past them, “Do you know what’s gonna happen to that kid?” Despite this having to be created by his brain, he felt the hallucination was likely to know more about this then he consciously did – they seemed to be quite otherworldly and omnipotent – and the Joker had the odd urge to know a bit more about this young boy’s future.

The Penguin regarded him with an unimpressed look and a raised eyebrow. “If nothing changes, then he won’t live to see his high school graduation.” The Penguin muttered, sounding anything but interested.

The snow finally cleared and J was able to see more than an inch in front of him again. It didn’t take long for the Joker to recognise their surroundings even in the darkness of the early morning. They were on the outskirts of Gotham and directly in front of them was a bungalow.

“Care to tell me, why we’re stood on a toxic waste dump, Ossie?” Snarled the Joker, trying to keep himself civil to the hallucination, but the anger in his voice was obvious behind his restraint.

“Always so foolish.” Tutted the Penguin. “You’re safe.” He muttered, though he didn’t sound pleased about this fact. If this had been the real Penguin, J probably wouldn’t have believed him, but this should all just be a hallucination anyway - so he should be safe. Yet, everything up till now had been so real that he had panicked when he saw the familiar swamp-like surroundings, the darkness making it even more menacing. He had to admit Pamela had style – and good security.

The two men wandered closer to the bungalow that – from the outside – look abandoned like all the other buildings in this area, expect for the fact that it had numerous colourful lights draped around it.

That wasn’t Pamela’s style. Which only meant she wasn’t alone.

The men stopped outside the main front window which showed into the rather small living room with a couple of sofas, an electric fire and a TV. The room was decorated quite extravagantly with lights, tinsel and festive ornaments. And, sure enough, curled up on one of the sofas was Pamela Isley, her arm wrapped around none other than Harley Quinn. Both in thick, fluffy pyjamas watching a movie - Harley close to drifting off in Pamela’s arms - looking completely content with life and missing no in their own little world.

“Why are you showing me this?” Demanded the Joker, turning to the Penguin next to him.

Penguin shrugged, “Maybe to show you that no one needs you in their lives. That if you choose to leave them, they live on and they will be happy. But you will always be alone.”

The Joker scowled darkly at the plump man. He could talk – J doubted anyone would miss ol’ Ossie here if he happened to vanish - except maybe his customers. Joker hated to admit it, but the man was a half-decent smuggler and dealer.

As J thought about this, the lights in the room in front of him suddenly went out. He frowned at the window, the light suddenly flickering back on, but this time J’s view into the room was blocked by a large Christmas tree decked in golden lights and different coloured baubles.

J blinked, and the next thing he knew he was stood in the hallway of a rather large house. On his right was a doorway through which he could hear voices. He peered through and saw a small gathering of 6 people on comfy sofas, enjoying a strong drink after having retired from their evening meal. The fire was roaring in the hearth and, sat against the window, was the large tree that had blocked J’s view a moment ago.

Suddenly his attention was caught by a laugh that seemed to drown out all other voices in the room “[Y/N]” He growled and his eyes snapped to the source of the sound, finding [Y/N] chuckling away to something the man next to her had said.

“That was a wonderful meal, by the way, [Y/N].” said one of the ladies on the other side of the room, raising her sherry glass to her. Even from this distance, J could see her blush.

“Yes, delightful!” Cried another person in agreement.

“Shame that the 7th person couldn’t make it.” Added another one, clearly not knowing who it was that was missing.

“Well… Yes…” Said [Y/N] uneasily.

“Didn’t you say he was awfully rude about it though?” Asked a rather uptight looking lady close to the fire.”

“Yes, he was bit…” Muttered [Y/N], clearly not happy about the direction the conversation had now turned. “But I guess he didn’t miss much though.”

“Only a great meal!” Cried one.

“And wonderful laughs!” Called another. “Bah humbug to him too!”

“Oh, there’s no need for that!” Cried [Y/N]. “I believe the man is miserable enough without it.” She said. “Besides, I don’t hate him for how he rejected my invitation.” She explained, “No matter how rude he was. It just makes me sad to think of him all alone, missing better company then he could ever have in that head of his, stuck in that old office.” [Y/N] mused. “I do however, mean to continue to invite him here each year - despite his uncouth words. I feel like I am defying him and his bah humbugs that way – the fact that each year I return in good temper to ask once more. And maybe I incite the smallest amount of a Christmas in him by doing so – and that is enough for me.” [Y/N] finished, taking a large gulp of air. Clearly, she had been thinking about this matter a long time, and this line of conversation had finally brought it out of her.

“Hear, hear!” The room called jovially to her speech.

“You truly are a sweet person. [Y/N] – you just embrace the meaning of Christmas!” Cried one of the younger women. “I would probably have slapped that man silly by now!”

[Y/N] laughed heartily, “Don’t think I haven’t thought about it!” She teased.

The scene then seemed to ripple like water and a clock tolled two o’clock in the darkness that then consumed them. The Joker didn’t even realise he had closed his eyes until he opened them again and found himself back, once more, in his office.

The Penguin was nowhere in sight.

J didn’t bother to search for the man. He was starting to get the gist of when his hallucinations were over. He didn’t even bother to reach for his drink this time either. No amount of alcohol was going to help this, and it would probably only make it worse if he were to drink himself into a stupor.

Besides, he knew someone else was going to come now. Marlo had warned J of 3 hallucinations and J believed there would be 3.

So the Joker wasn’t surprised when he turned away from the office door and saw a tall, dark, cloaked figure silhouetted in the window behind his desk.

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Orioles Game 56: Another Win in Extras, Too Many Kids

I arrived at the yard this evening expecting the usual relaxing Tuesday night experience. Maybe 20K fans, if that, and not many of those in the upper deck. Boy was I in for a surprise! In the half hour before game time, there was in influx of middle schoolers from the Boston area that had me fearing the worst, not to mention a few other smaller groups, one of local teachers who were very cool, another of older kids that were a nightmare.

First of all, why?!? There were at least a couple hundred of these kids from the Boston area, many in Red Sox or Patriots gear. None of 'em were a problem as it turned out, and there were plenty of chaperones, but after my experience a few years ago, when a vice principal attempted to incite an "O's suck!" chant midway through the game after much special treatment, I was not in a good place.

As it turned out, the first several innings of the game felt a lot like a mixture of student night and a Dugout Club game, with hordes of kids constantly up and down, paying not a lick of attention to the game. The only thing missing was the heavy beer consumption, but the cotton candy intake almost made up for that. I watched the vendor dude literally sell out his whole supply in less than 5 minutes at least twice.

So all that had me expecting calamity at any moment. Then the game had to turn to crap, as Kevin Gausman, once again, gave back an Orioles lead with a briskness that was enough to put me right over the edge into a foul and ornery mood. Granted, most of the several consecutive hits weren't crushed all that hard, but still. It's like the guy's modus operandi this season is to make me angry, much like a few other O's starters.

Much of the middle part of this contest was a blur, frankly. We were so busy herding folks and answering questions and playing seating cop that it was difficult to pay attention to the game action. By the time I went to lunch, only to be greeted by the Pirates launching the 6th inning would-be dagger home run, I was fully ready to get this freakin' thing over with already, result be damned.

Magical things started to occur once I returned however. The hordes of kids began disappearing, boarding their buses to the next destination on their itinerary of annoyance. By the 8th inning it began to feel like an O's game again, both crowd-wise and game-wise, what with the two solo dongs in the 7th that looked to be heartbreakingly close but not quite cigar-like enough.

When Darren O'Day came in and gave up that extra run, I was fairly certain that this was definitely gonna be a loss now, but at least there was less of a chance of extras. We think like that, believe me. Once you've endured enough chaos and disappointment in a game, you're willing to say screw it, get 'em tomorrow, but please please don't let this thing drag out any longer than it has to.

I should back up briefly and mention just how close this game was to being Ubaldo-ed. When Donnie Hart was facing his last few hitters, Buck had apparently said "screw it" to himself too, and Jimenez was seen warming. Had Schoop not snagged that grounder in the hole and made the good throw for the final out of the 6th, this one could well have been another opportunity to wonder "what the fuck, Buck?"

Anyway, on to the the bottom of the 9th, feeling hopeless but close to the merciful end. It had gotten colder and fairly windy, much of the crowd had left, and only a miracle was gonna save this game from total clusterfuck status. I mean, the O's had had three solo homers, an iffy start, some excessive bendiness from the bullpen, some poor defense at a key moment early on... Just enough badness to insure a loss!

But the magic continued, as Chris Davis got on base. Then Jonathan Schoop! With his second dong of the day! Not a solo shot!!! Enough to tie it up! Oh shit... we're tied now. This could go on all damn night. Fuck me.

Somehow Buck resisted the temptation to once more summon Ubaldo in an extra inning game, and hope became tangible. Brach gets through the top of the 10th and you're beginning to actually care again. Then Adam Jones hits a solid single and you're back in "fuck it, let's win this thing!" mode.

For me the play of the game happened next, and it was not any of the solo dongs or even the Schoop two-run shot to tie. It was Adam Jones tagging from first and going to second on that oh-so-motherfucking-close Manny Machado non-dong. How many other Orioles could or would have done that?!? Joey Rickard? Not smart enough. Anyone else? Not fast enough. Maybe Davis tries. Adam won the game even before Mark Trumbo's glorious walk-off single, in my opinion.

And there was much rejoicing. Among the few left in the yard to enjoy it anyway. Which didn't include me for much longer. Remember, it was cold as hell by then. I did what I had to do then raced for the elevator, elated by the win, sure, but just as glad that this night was over.

There was simply too much extraneous shit goin' on tonight, that's all. It put me in a bad mood and I didn't really come out of it all night, though you'd never have known it based on my interactions with fans. I mean, I came right out and said "Man, I wasn't expecting this kind of night..." to anyone amongst my colleagues that would listen (all of ‘em, we love to complain), but the level of conviviality remained high. I mainly stewed in my own "woes is me" juices, all the while taking care to answer the extra-high volume of fan questions. Like I'm supposed to know when and where their freakin' buses are supposed to show up...

A win is a win though, and, truth be told, none of the people were particularly annoying personally, aside from some of those older kids of unspecified origin that grabbed lower seats repeatedly, testing my will to live early and often. It was the surprise factor that got me. Student and Dugout crowds you can mentally prepare for.

I just wasn't ready for this one is all, and that's my own fault. I should be happy that there was a better than usual weeknight crowd, right? Maybe I'd feel that way if any of 'em (the extra ones I mean) gave a crap about the game. Or if most of 'em weren't draped in Boston sports gear. After that last series? Too soon.

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