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MINECRAFT — 12. newjeans killed me in minecraft

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The video starts with Y/N jumping into the frame of the main camera, five figures slowly emerge from the row of monitors behind her with barely audible giggles.

“TODAY! We’re playing Minecraft.” The girl turns to look at the left right camera, “And by ‘we’, I mean me and some special guests.” Y/N steps out of frame and the five figures, who had their backs facing the camera, turn to show themselves with a very unsynchronized jump.

“Hello! We’re NewJeans!” They yell in-between laughter. A close up of Y/N laughing from the left camera shows up on screen.

“I heard you guys are good at Minecraft.” Y/N comments, making the five girls look at her, followed by a couple of ‘Yes!’es.

“I’m just okay!” Danielle says out of the blue, which makes Y/N and a couple of other member laugh loudly.

“Let’s put that to the test, shall we?”

A transition cuts to a old-school fighter character catalog-like presentation of the members, their users and their skins, starting with Y/N’s

PLAYER 0: Koo Y/N (90wesung)

PLAYER 1: Kim Minji (njmj_04)

PLAYER 2: Pham Hanni (hankillz)

PLAYER 3: Danielle Marsh (BuildMasterMDN)

PLAYER 4: Kang Haerin (HR06CRAFT)

PLAYER 5: Lee Hyein (GraciouslyMining)

“hankillz is crazy, by the way.” Playful banter already starts from the first minutes of the video. Hanni laughs from a few seats to Y/N’s left. “You’re playing Build Battle with that name.”

“Hey! At least I’m not BuildMaster!” Hanni looks at Danielle from across the rows of PCs, who just smiles proudly at her username choice. “I think it describes me pretty well!”

“Anyways, as you’ve heard. We’re playing Build Battle!” The video pauses and a little green screen cutout of Y/N's character Widdung appears from the bottom of the frame.

"But before we do that, let me explain the rules!" The little alien cat starts talking (it's just Y/N's voice pitched up), "The NewJeans members are competing for a prize. The competition will be divided into three rounds. Build Battle, Bedwars, and the Final Hunger Games."

"The member that accumulates the most points from the first two rounds will battle with Y/N on a 1v1 Minecraft Hunger Games battle! If said member wins, she wins a box of expensive beef! If Y/N wins..." There's a moment of silence when the little character looks around, "Well, they get the beef anyways as a trophy for their efforts!"

Widdung smiles and jumps cartoonishly, "Let's begin!"

TIME SKIP -> END OF ROUND

1ST PLACE: DANIELLE (100 pts)

2ST PLACE: HYEIN (93 pts)

3RD PLACE: MINJI (79 pts)

4TH PLACE: Y/N (72 pts)

5TH PLACE: HAERIN (65 pts)

6TH PLACE: HANNI (60 pts)

"As expected from Build Master Mo Dani!" Hyein says while looking at Danielle with a proud smile, the latter looking shocked, a whimsical sound effect enhancing the depth of her surprise.

"Wha- I LOST?!" Hanni was also shocked, but in the opposite context. Her disappointment was overshadowed by the pure disbelief in her expression, amused at the way she got the lowest ranking.

"At least I'm not last." Said Haerin with a teasing smirk, rubbing the loss on Hanni's face. "Hey, Kang Haerin!" Hanni nagged at the younger, "Let's see about that next round!"

"As long as no SpongeBob characters are in the next round, you'll be fine I think." Minji teases, as usual.

"It's really hard to make stars in Minecraft, OKAY?!"

"Respectfully, you literally built a pink block." Y/N joins in on the tormenting of the girl, "You almost made pink SpongeBob, and the theme was Patrick..."

"I'll get my revenge..."

TIME SKIP -> END OF SECOND ROUND

1ST PLACE: DANIELLE (95 pts) TOTAL PTS: 195

2ST PLACE: Y/N (90 pts) TOTAL PTS: 162

3RD PLACE: HYEIN (80 pts) TOTAL PTS: 173

4TH PLACE: HAERIN (79 pts) TOTAL PTS: 144

5TH PLACE: MINJI (71 pts) TOTAL PTS: 150

6TH PLACE: HANNI (68 pts) TOTAL PTS: 128

"Danielle, literally, how are you winning?!" Hanni said with a twinge of frustration. "I can't leave the 60's!"

"This is my forte!" The younger smiled proudly at the other Australian, but it suddenly fades, "My only forte, actually. I'm cooked in Bedwars."

The comment makes Y/N laugh and the camera pans to her, "Hey! Have some confidence, girl!" She says in between laughter. "There's another round left!"

TIME SKIP -> END OF SECOND ROUND

1ST PLACE: DANIELLE (98 pts) TOTAL PTS: 293

2ST PLACE: HYEIN (92 pts) TOTAL PTS: 265

3RD PLACE: Y/N (91 pts) TOTAL PTS: 253

4TH PLACE: HANNI (85 pts) TOTAL PTS: 213

5TH PLACE: HAERIN (80 pts) TOTAL PTS: 224

6TH PLACE: MINJI (78 pts) TOTAL PTS: 228

"I TOLD YOU I WAS GETTING MY REVENGE!" Hanni jumps from her seat, startling the rest of the girls. "Suck on that!" She says mindlessly, making her immediately cover her mouth and blush, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

The younger members and most staff had no idea what she had said and paid no mind to it, while the older girls tried their best to hold down their laughs and Hanni tried to mask her embarrassment.

"You still have the least points overall, bro." Minji pointed out, and Hanni's shame quickly morphed into disappointment.

"You can still twist the plot, Hanni." Y/N suddenly looks directly at the camera, deepened her voice and- "In Bedwars..."

The atmosphere turned cold until the girls exploded in laughter at Y/N's chaotic fail at an intimidating horror movie trailer voice. The latter could only chuckle. "At least they found it funny..." She mutters.

TIME SKIP -> BEDWARS ROUND 1 RESULTS

6TH: DANIELLE | 0 KILLS + first to die (10 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 303

5TH: HYEIN | 2 KILLS + bed destroyed (35 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 300

4TH: HAERIN | 3 KILLS + bed destroyed (55 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 274

3RD: HANNI | 6 KILLS + bed safe + killed by minji (100 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 313

2ND: MINJI | 9 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by hanni (145 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 373

1ST: Y/N | 13 KILLS + bed safe + killed by minji (240 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 493

"Hello?! Why is Y/N almost in at 500 points already?!" Hanni complains, "Probably because we're playing with a professional, Hanni." Minji defends.

"Oh wow! Maybe not professional but I am pretty good!"

"You do this for a living, Ms. Satellite." Minji teases.

"Hate that! Never say that again." The camera focuses on Y/N's disgusted expression, and both girls laugh from beside each other.

Haerin, who was still at 200 points for some reason, suddenly speaks, "I need to lock in..." She says quietly, making Hanni laugh.

TIME SKIP -> BEDWARS ROUND 2 RESULTS

6TH: DANIELLE | 3 KILLS + bed destroyed (55 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 358

5TH: HYEIN | 7 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by hanni (105 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 405

4TH: HAERIN | 8 KILLS + bed destroyed (155 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 429

3RD: HANNI | 9 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by haerin (145 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 458

2ND: MINJI | 11 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by y/n (185 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 558

1ST: Y/N | 12 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by hanni (205 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 698

"Hanni unnie, I'm coming for you." Haerin had an evil smirk on her face that shocked Danielle, who was beside her.

"Keep trying, kid." The older responded, but inside she was scared of being dethroned, reflected in the video by a close up to her nervous face and an edited sweat drop falling down Hanni's face.

"The gap in points is insane, I am so sorry Danielle." Said an apologetic Y/N, but the younger girl brushed off her apologies coolly.

"I saw this coming, unnie. Do not apologize." Danielle smiled at the older, "I'm proud enough of my Build Master title."

"NEXT ROUND!" A tense Hyein in 5th place said.

TIME SKIP -> BEDWARS ROUND 3 RESULTS

6TH: DANIELLE | 5 KILLS + bed destroyed (95 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 453

5TH: HYEIN | 10 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by danielle (165 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 570

4TH: HAERIN | 10 KILLS + bed safe + killed by hyein (180 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 609

3RD: HANNI | 12 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by minji (205 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 690

2ND: MINJI | 14 KILLS + bed destroyed + killed by y/n (245 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 803

1ST: Y/N | 13 KILLS + bed safe + killed by hanni (240 pts) | TOTAL PTS: 930

"Can I say something about how this is so crazy?" Hyein says, "Minji unnie was horrible at Bedwars, like, a week ago."

"Yeah, are we sure she's not using cheats?" Danielle joins in.

"Bro, I swear, I don't know how she did it but she actually improved." Hanni defends honestly.

The camera pans to Minji, saying nothing but a suspicious smile on her face, being the only one who knew the reason for her sudden improvement was right next to her (she noticed from the start of the video and said nothing).

"Are you confident, Minji?" Y/N asks her final rival.

"I'm... yeah." She sounded oddly uncertain, "Yeah! I am!" She tried again, but everyone was already dumbfounded at her lack(?) of drive.

"I won't go easy on you if you were wondering."

"I wasn't."

TIME SKIP -> HUNGER GAMES 1V1 RESULTS

DURATION: 10 minutes, MINJI WIN!

Screen shows an extremely shocked Y/N. She was actually planning to go easy on Minji at first, but then she almost got killed at minute 3 by the latter and decided to actually play. Even then, Minji hunted her down relentlessly, leaving Y/N no choice but to surrender.

"My prize, please!" A smug smile appeared on Minji's face while her members cheered behind her. The scene cuts to Y/N slowly looking up at the camera with the same shocked expression she was left in.

The girls clears her throat after accepting her defeat, "Sorry. Let me get your beef." Y/N gets up from her seat and walks out of frame, Minji's eyes widened and her jaw drop.

"BEEF?!" The cheers of the other girls grew even louder at the mention of the prize, even when they themselves hadn't won it (Minji was going to share it with them anyways).

Y/N walks back into frame with the huge box in her arms, "Here you go! A win is a win!"

Minji and the girls looked astonished at the sheer size of the box, no less at the quantity of meat inside of it. None of them dare ask how much it cost, "Wow!" The five of them say in unison, and Y/N chuckles in adoration.

"Thank you so much!" Minji says as she receives the gift into her arms, she makes an inside note to ask a question to Y/N after the cameras stop rolling. "We- I'll eat this well!"

"Oh, absolutely!" Y/N says with a smile on her face, "Thank you guys so much for taking the time to join me today!"

"We're so grateful we got to play with you!" Danielle suddenly goes up to Y/N and shakes her hand, the older laughing at the sudden gesture.

"Oh! No, no! It's my pleasure to have you guys here!"

"I love your videos!" Haerin then says from beside Minji, "I'm subscribed to your channel!" She confesses all of a sudden.

"Wait, really? Oh, wow! Thank you!" Overwhelmed by the stream of praise and confessions, Y/N chuckles shyly while the rest of the girls line up to also shake her hand. She receives their compliments with a formal bow.

"We should play together again!" Hanni suggests, "I'll get my actual revenge next time!"

"I'm sure you will!" Y/N laughs at her own teasing, "I think it's time to wrap up. Thank you guys again for joining me today, and thank you guys," She faces the cameras, "for watching and joining us too!"

"Subscribe to isatellite!" Hyein says unanticipatedly and her members laugh.

"Thank you, Hyein!" Y/N pats the girls on the shoulder when she blushes with the regret of her own sudden actions, "Make sure to like, subscribe, and support NewJeans. They're social media and latest release will be linked in the description, but I'm sure you're already streaming it!" She jokes.

"Bye guys!" The six girls say in unison, and Y/N's outro plays. A cartoon Widdung on the side of Y/N's recommended videos to the sound of Right Now's instrumental.

27 minutes and 42 seconds, the screen fades to black.

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A Link To The Past

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Ross makes good on his deal and you find some more clues from your past.

Genre: Little bit of angst. Little bit of comfort. Descriptions of violence.

Word Count: 7k

A/N: Chapter 5 is here 85 years later. You can find the previous chapters here. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update and for all the people who asked me about this series wanting more. Work, life and everything in between got in the way. I made sure it was super long to make up for wait. Enjoy reading!

*you do not have permission to repost or translate my material to claim as yours*

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It had only been a couple of days since you had visited Wanda and the plan to get her out was in motion. After explaining the plan to Pietro, he was in. No questions asked. All that was needed was to gather the evidence and since Bucky was a world renowned ex-assassin, he was the perfect popsicle for the job. As much as you wanted to do the job yourself, you had to keep Ross’ focus on you and away from The Raft. So you held up your end of the deal.

Right now, you were laying on a bed in the med bay, wires taped to your chest and temples, monitoring your heart beat and brainwaves. Two sets of vibranium handcuffs hung off the side of each rail of the bed, for your safety but you know it’s for Ross’ peace of mind. You have a feeling he's a little afraid of you. Although Bruce had already run the tests as Maria had said, Ross wanted to oversee while they were ran again and he brought in his own doctor like he said he would. Ross makes his entrance into the med bay along with a woman you don’t recognise with Tony and Bruce on their heels. Steve, Vision and Clint had left for a mission earlier while Bucky and Pietro had opted to stay behind to offer you 'support'. You know Steve would've reluctantly agreed. 

The woman following Ross is a wearing a white lab coat, horn rimmed glasses and has jet black hair but you notice a tint on green shimmering off it in the harsh lights of the med bay. 

Her porcelain features almost mimic Natasha’s but it’s her eye colour that shocks you a little. Her irises pierce yours with a cold hard stare and it begins to make you a little uncomfortable. You only know of two other green eyed women but their’s are soft and sweet. This kind of green is the opposite. Even in the light of the med bay, they do not show any brightness.  Instead they show to have an elliptical pupil, like a snake and staring at it for too long makes you a little nauseous. Grey eyes pull you from your focus and Ross steps up to you with a sick smirk on his face. 

“I held up my end of the deal. Now it’s time for you to hold up yours. This here, is Dr. Sarkissian. She specialises in neurology and specifically the retrieval of a persons memories. So she's going to run some tests on you, different than the ones that Dr. Banner ran on you.”

“That’s great. Let’s get this over with” you retort. 

You don’t care for this woman or what she specialises in. You just want this over with. Tony comes to your side and takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“This isn’t going to be pretty. I saw the outline for the procedure and it’s pretty invasive Y/N” Tony warns gently. Did he suddenly forget the excruciating procedure that Strucker put you through, day in and day out? You know pain. It’s literally apart of your DNA now.

“It’s okay Stark, I’ve been through worse” you confirm. Before Tony can speak up, a skeletal figure steps forward.

“I can promise you, you haven’t” says Dr. Sarkissian. She checks on the machine monitoring your vitals and takes a syringe and a vial of blue liquid from her coat pocket. You stiffen for a moment as some the of the past that you do remember, flashes before your eyes. Strucker and Dr List and their endless quest to make your body their puppet. But the way that Dr. Sarkissian looks at you with her serpent eyes, tells you that she’s telling the truth. She fills the syringe with the liquid and with a tap to the needle, she injects the blue substance into the IV protruding from your arm. “You’ll start to feel the effects in a few minutes. It normally takes a few seconds but because of your rapid healing ability, your body will want to reject the substance.

“What exactly is this substance?” you ask. You mentally scold yourself for not asking before she injected it but being with Bruce and Tony, you felt safe.

“It’s my own personal concoction of Donepezil, Memantine, Namzaric and a few other FDA-approved drugs to treat memory loss” she explains.

“FDA approved huh? I’ll bet” you slur out. You never were subtle when you were drugged which didn't happen that often but a large amount of drugs were needed when you were seriously injured. You vaguely remember the time your spine had been snapped in three places with you head rolling around your shoulders after having nearly been ripped off by a purple alien.

You hear your own voice and realise that your jaw is feeling heavy and your eyes are starting to droop. You slowly turn your head to a figure walking towards you and even though your vision is starting to blur, Tony’s immaculate three piece suit never fails to shine through. He takes the back of your head in his hand and brings it down to the pillow.

“I got you, kid. I won’t let anything happen to you” he whispers in your ear. You want to answer that the worst has already happened to you but you feel your entire body fall into a state of entropy. Your hearing hearing however, stays the same. Your heart rate monitor begins to spike and you can hear the shuffling of feet move around the room. What was the point of the handcuffs if you're being put into a catatonic state?

“Now Y/N, I want you stay as relaxed as possible. I know it’s hard because you can’t move or speak but I need to try” Sarkissian asks. She puts her hand on top of yours and you notice that her skin is freakishly smooth and very cold. You can feel her pulse through her touch and it’s oddly calm. With not being able to shake your hand away, the heart monitor begins beep even louder until more feet start to move and Dr. Sarkissian removes her hand. You feel the warmth of another hand on your shoulder and you recognise it as Tony. His touch also allows you to feel his pulse, but its not the sound of beating, instead it comes as a whirring sound. His reactor. It brings you comfort and your body begins to relax against the bed. 

“We’re going to start now Y/N. I’m going to guide you through this entire process so I want you to drown out all the noises you can hear and focus only on my voice” You do as you’re told and focus on the sound of your heartbeat. It’s still being rather fast, too fast for a normal human. But after a few short breaths and a familiar red head’s face in your mind, it returns to its normal pace. “Very good Y/N. Now I want you to take me back to the last thing you remember” It takes you a moment to sort through the things you do remember. Sorting through your fractured mind, you find yourself back to the warehouse in Bulgaria. You suddenly feel like your brain is on fire and realise that is what Dr. Sarkissian meant about not being through worse. But you remember this pain well.

Fighting through the pain, you try to remember the mission objective to collect intel about Hydra locations around the world. You feel as if you're back in that very moment, in real time. You’re seeing your past through your own eyes. You feel your legs take you from room to room as stealthily as you could, avoiding Hydra agents that were scattered throughout the warehouse. You could hear their heart beats and the small whispers being spoken through their comms. You could also hear the voices of your team mates on your own comms. Nat, Clint, Sam and Steve outside the warehouse fending off the swarms of Hydra soldiers and Wanda, Vision and Tony monitoring the situation from the skies.

You could make out the German being spoken and that the soldiers were moving the east side of the building, still looking for you. You wait for the foot steps to become more faint before you take another step but as the moment passes and you raise your leg to move, a huge explosion erupts in your ears and you're suddenly engulfed in flames and you feel the ground beneath collapse as you fall through the flames. As much as you're aware that you're in your own memories, you can still feel the burn and tear of your flesh and the shatter of nearly every bone in your body as you reach the last floor of the warehouse. 

You can hear the monitors connected to your body start to go haywire as your body reacts to the trauma but the drugs that Dr Sarkissin administered won’t allow you to move. 

“What the hell is going on?” Tony yells to Dr. Sarkissian. 

“It seems like Y/N is experiencing the trauma from that day. Take Y/N's hand and try to calm them. It worked before” Sarkissian suggests. Tony does this and runs his thumb across the back of your hand and you recognise his calloused hands comforting you. The heart rate monitor slowly goes back to a steady rhythm and Tony sighs a breath of relief. Sarkissian directs her speech to you telling you to go back to the moment where you left off. You try your hardest. ignoring the pain in your skull and finally reach the moment where you're sprawled out on the bottom of the basement. You will yourself to ignore the pain of your injuries. You can slowly feel your bones begin to heal back into place but the warehouse is still burning around you and you can see the upper levels starting to collapse above you. You beg your mangled arm to let you reach for yours comms and call for help from anyone on the team. You hope they're looking for you. You know Natasha is. You couldn't even scream out if you tried. A thick cloud of smoke surrounds you and you could taste it in your mouth as it made its way to your lungs. After a few minutes that feel like hours, you feel your body start to fail you. You’re not sure if you can die. You've always healed from your injuries after missions because you were given time to. But your body is burning faster than it can heal. So being unable to move or even scream for assistance, you welcome death like an old friend, closing your eyes, and picturing Natasha’s smile.

Before you can fully submit your body to flames, you hear the faint beats of a heart nearby. It takes everything in you to open your eyes to find the source, hoping to be reunited with your red headed love, but not even the powerful Black Widow can walk through flames. Instead you're greeted with a figure wearing what seems to be a fireproof suit. Protest is useless, as the figure quickly inject a needle into the burnt flesh of your neck and you immediately pass out. Your senses begin to go into over drive and the clear memories you were experiencing start to become distorted as flashes of deep red, purple and orange flash past your eyes and some voices you recognise and some you don’t, echo through out your ears. 

“Come back Y/N. It’s over” Dr. Sarkissian instructs as she administers another substance into your IV and you immediately come out of your paralysis and sit up quickly, your eyes wide and gasping for breath. It takes you a moment to realise the effect the drugs actually had on you, when you can't hold your own weight up. Tony quickly takes the back of your head and lowers it back to the pillow. 

He takes your hand again to calm you and instructing you to take try and take deep breaths. You struggle to pick your head up and notice everyones on you holding their breath for you to speak up but Dr. Sarkissian does before anyone, asking if you're okay. You nod and take a few deep breaths to calm your erratic heart beat. 

“Tell us what you saw” Ross demands, stepping towards you. He clearly doesn't care for the state you're in. You recount your memories and everything you experienced but leave out the figures who drugged you. Ross and Sarkissian both look to the heart rate monitor and look for any irregular beats to see if you're lying but they find none. Ross looks back to you and you can tell he's displeased with the results. 

“How can L/N not remember anything past that point?” Ross snarls in the direction of Dr. Sarkissian. You keep quiet, letting the people with numerous PhD’s talk.

“Something is blocking their core memories. It could be repressed trauma and the unwillingness to remember or whoever erased Y/N’s memories, had extremely powerful technology to do so. Because of serum that runs through Y/N’s veins, erasing memories would be extremely difficult because the brain would be constantly trying to repair itself. It’s in a constant state of self repair. I can only imagine that whoever did erase the memories, went to extreme and perhaps tortuous lengths to do so” Dr. Sarkissian explains.

“You saw my results Ross. Y/N’s MRI results showed no sign of manipulation. They were never under any sort of hypnosis or brainwashing techniques” Bruce says from the corner of the med bay. 

“If Y/N wasn't brainwashed then how do you explain the lost memories?” Ross asks, agitation lacing his tone. 

“Maybe it wasn't Y/N’s captors that erased their memories because they couldn’t. Maybe it was someone else” Dr. Sarkissian suggest, looking right at you. You frown, not understand what she's getting at. 

“The memory loss was voluntary” Bruce concludes. You’re taken aback at his suggestion. You didn't even consider that a possibility. Why would you erase your own memories? What the hell happened to make you want to forget nearly three years worth of memories?

“Well then, we’ll have to try and dig deeper and recover everything” Ross says nonchalantly, as if the invasive procedure you just went through was a walk in the park.

“You won’t be doing that for a while” Tony says without room for argument. “Y/N has been through enough for today. F.R.I.D.A.Y, please escort our guests to the front door,” Before leaving, Ross turns his direction towards you. 

“We’re not finished here L/N. I’ll find out where you've been all this time, you can count on it.” Ross warns. You say nothing, instead turning your gaze to Dr. Sarkissian who had been looking at you the whole time with a predatory gaze. It sends a shiver down your spine. She also says nothing and follows Ross out of the med bay, leaving you alone with Tony and Bruce. 

“Are you okay?” Bruce asks quietly. You can see the concern in his eyes and it brings you a moment of comfort. You nod and accept the help from Bruce in clearing your body of the wires and helping you to sit up and sit on the edge of the bed. You can feel your limbs start to return to their natural state, your healing factor taking effect. Both Bruce and Tony look at you with curious eyes and you think you already know the next question that’s going to be asked. 

“Are you going to tell us what you really saw?” Tony asks, with a raised eyebrow. You avoid his gaze and contemplate his question. You trust him and Bruce but you don’t want to drag him or anyone else into this mess. You can’t risk anyone else getting hurt and with Ross and The President keeping their eye on you 24/7, you don’t want what happened to Wanda, to happen to them when you start poking around in places that you're not supposed to.

“I did tell you” you say, looking up to look Tony directly in the eyes. He squints at you to determine if you're lying.

“But not everything” Bruce says suspiciously. You know they know, but you won’t give in. Not until you can make sense of what you saw in your memories. 

“Yes, everything. Now if you guys don’t mind, I’m freaking exhausted and I’d like to go rest” you say, without giving anyone the chance to argue as you move from the bed and out of the med bay. You hear Tony whisper out that the conversation isn’t over.

You make your way back to Wanda’s old room. It’s where you had been sleeping since your return since you still couldn't set foot in your old one. Sleeping was an understatement though. You were constantly plagued by nightmares. Nothing distinct, just flashes of colour, voices and images that you couldn't make out. Basically everything you saw when you were trying to retrieve your memories. The one thing that you were able to make out was Natasha’s face when she walked through the door at the pub in Berlin. It’s haunted you since you returned. 

Collapsing onto the bed, you close your eyes and register the events of the last couple of hours. Someone drugged you after you fell through the floors of the warehouse. Hydra? Could Strucker be alive? No, Ultron sent a message to The Avengers with his death. Whoever it was, has the facilities to have you subdued for three years and the technology to erase your memories. What were those colours that you saw? Everything is a blur and your head begins to ache at trying to remember. Your phone dings on the nightstand next to the bed. You grab it and read a message from an unknown number:

It’s done.

You breathe out a a sigh of relief and relax at Bucky’s message, closing your eyes and unwillingly succumb to your exhaustion.

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What felt like only moments later, you wake to your phone dinging again and check the message from another unknown number but this one isn’t from Bucky.

She'll be there within the hour. I expect that usb to be handed over immediately.

The next hour goes painfully slow as you make your way to the living room to find Pietro, who you had forwarded the message to. You can hear his heart beat beating dangerously fast so you take your hand in his to try and calm him.

"I can't believe this is actually happening" he says in Sokovian. He grips your hand tight.

"I know Piet. I wish I could've done something sooner" you reply sadly in the same language. Pietro squeezes your hand even tighter and if you were a regular person, you know it would hurt.

"Don't do that. None of this is your fault. We're going to find out what happened to you and I know that Wanda is the best chance you have to recover your lost memories" Pietro explains. You frown at this words.

"You know I didn't do what I did just because she can help me right? She's not a villian and I won't have her locked up like one. Even if she couldn't help me, I'd still do what I did a thousand times over. She's my best friend" Pietro immediately let's go of your hands and stands from the couch.

"I thought I was your best friend!" he argues with a fake pout. You roll your eyes at the never ending argument you always have with him at who was your favourite Maximoff.

"Shut up. I love you both equally" you say with a smile. Before Pietro can respond, F.R.I.D.A.Y announces the arrival of a black SUV and you tell her to allow them entry into the compound. You and Pietro move the foyer and wait for the automatic doors to open. When they do, four men with semi automatic rifles, led by Ross, enter slowly. You think the fire-power is a bit over the top, but you know the President is afraid of the information you hold. Ross steps towards you, the armed men close on his heel.

"I don't know how you did this but I will find out and when I do, you'll be arrested and charged to fullest extent of the law" hisses Ross. You don't care for his threats. If he ever did find out and came after you, you'd be long gone and out of the country with Wanda. 

"Where is she?" you ask bluntly. Ross turns back and the armed men separate to reveal a fifth man standing behind them and that's when you see her, looking the same as when she was in her cell. Exhausted, sunken eyes that point to the ground, messy hair. But you still think she's beautiful. The fifth man releases Wands wrists from the power dampening cuffs and and collar from her neck. When it's removed, you see the bruises that litter her neck and your jaw tightens. You can hear Wanda's shallows breaths and irregular heart beat and it breaks your heart. One of the agents steps up to you and opens a small briefcase. You take the usb from your back pocket and place it in there. The agent snaps it shut and moves back behind Ross who's eyes never leave yours.

"I'll be seeing you again, Y/LN" Ross seethes. You know he's talking about doing more testing, but also he just wants to be there when you're put in handcuffs.

"Get out." you demand and Ross and the men leave without another word.

Before you can step towards her, a flash of blue flies past you and Pietro immediately takes Wanda into his hold. You watch her eyes take in her surroundings and the figure of her twelve minute older brother holding her tight. Her eyes soften as she realises who holds her close and she wraps her arms around his waist. You can hear hear the whispers of Sokovian between the twins but you choose to block it out and give them a moment of privacy. Pietro releases Wanda and places a kiss to her forehead before turning back to you. Wanda's eyes lock to you instantly, almost as if she could feel you there. You release your still clenched jaw and relax your entire body as Wanda slowly walks towards you with a limp in her step. You also slowly walk towards her, your eyes never leaving hers. Her face is expressionless as she finally stands in front of you. You breathe in her scent and realise that it hasn't changed.

"Hi Red." you greet in an almost whisper. Tears start to fall down Wanda face and your heart breaks even more when you know she's realising that she's free and it's because of you. She launches herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck as you arms wrap around her waist, bringing her feet off the ground. You can her tears soak through your shirt but you don’t care now that your best friend is in your arms. Wanda’s arms keep tightening around your neck and you start to feel it harder to breathe. “Wands, I can’t breathe” She immediately releases her hold and you realise that you were engulfed in her magic and that's why you couldn't breathe. You lower her back to the ground and her eyes never leave yours as she takes ahold of your hand and squeezes softly.

“I’m sorry.” she says in a whisper. You smile in acceptance of her apology. Pietro walks up to Wanda and places her hand on his sisters shoulder and you see Wanda almost flinch at his touch. Thankfully, Pietro misses it. You know she’s still on edge by the sound of her heartbeat beating rapidly in her chest. .

“How about we go out and get some food and celebrate both of you returning? I’ll see where the team is at and we can have a party tonight too.” Pietro suggests with a wide smile. Wanda opens her mouth to speak up but you beat her to it. 

“No.” you say firmly. The oldest twin begins to protest but you raise your hand to silence him. “It’s too early for that Piet. Let Wanda settle back into the compound and get reacquainted with everything. I’m still getting used to everything too. Give us a couple days, please?”

“Yeah of course. I'm sorry, I’m just excited to have you both back. I didn't mean to get carried away.” he says sincerely. You shoot him a small smile. You see Wanda take her occupied hand and grab her brothers. 

“I missed you too Pietro. Right now, I just want to sleep in my own bed." Wanda admits.

"No.” you say once again. Both of the twins swing their heads in your direction with frowns of confusion on their faces. “You need to be checked out by Cho first. I don’t know what Ross put you through but i’ll sleep better at night knowing you have a clean bill of health.”

Wanda shoots you a small smile and nods. She turned to Pietro and hugged him, promising to spend time with him later. You then led her by the hand through the compound, to the med bay where she was greeted warmly by Dr. Cho. She and Wanda exchange pleasantries as Dr. Cho leads Wanda to the hospital bed and starts an IV along with some wires to her forehead and chest.

“I’m just going to do some blood work and some other vitals and see if theres any lasting damage.” Dr. Cho explains. Wanda smiles in acknowledgement and you go to leave Wanda in private but she takes your hand and begs with her eyes for you to stay. Dr. Cho notices the silent exchange between you too and quickly takes a vial of Wanda’s blood and her blood pressure and leaves the room.

“Are you going to tell me what you did to get me out of the Raft?” Wanda questions in a suspicious tone.

“Yes. I’d never lie to you.” you admit.

“Is it going to make me mad?” she questions again in the same tone. 

“Yep" you answer simply. Before Wanda can protest, the door to the med bay swings open and the rest of the Avengers pile into the room. Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, Vision and Pietro surround Wanda while you take a few steps backwards to give them room to greet her. Bucky steps through the threshold and places a hand on your shoulder with a small smile. You return it and a nod in silent thanks for his help in getting Wanda back. You didn't have siblings, but he was the closest thing to a brother you had, besides Pietro.

As everyone was swarming Wanda with hugs and questions, you decided to step outside for moment to get your bearings. You didn't realise you were holding your breath until you leant your back against the wall and release it.

“You okay?” You feel Wanda enter your mind.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?

“Cho gave me a mild sedative, so i’m okay for the moment. What’s going on?

“I just needed some air. Plus i just wanted everyone to have their time with you too. They missed you.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, Y/N. Are you saying you didn't miss me?

“It feels like I only saw you last week.”

“Are we going to talk about your disappearance?”

“Only if we talk about why you were in the Raft”

“We will, I promise,” Both of you stayed silent for the moment until Wanda entered your mind again. “Steve’s coming” You immediately straightened your posture and waited for the Captain to walk through the door. Steve was in front of you in a matter of seconds with his arms folded in front of him and a stoic expression.

“What did you do? Steve asks immediately.

“What do you mean? you reply, cooly.

“Don’t play stupid Y/N. I know you and that you’d do anything for Wanda. Including breaking the law to get her out.” 

“I don’t know what you're talking about Steve.” He sighed in defeat and moved his hands to his hips and hung his head. You could feel the disappointment radiating off him and as much as you didn't want him to feel like that, he was right in saying that you would do anything for Wanda.

“Whatever you've done, it better not come to bite you or anyone else in the ass Y/N. I know how much you want to recover your memories and find out what happened but I won’t allow any harm to come to the team because of it.” Steve said firmly.

“I get it, Cap.” You put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently, letting him know that you were being serious. “I won’t let anything happen to anyone” you promised. “Now, I'm going to hang out with my best friend.” You moved towards Wanda’s room before Steve spoke up again.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry with what happened with Nat.” Steve said sincerely, his lips forming a thin line. It took all the strength you had not to let the tears fall at the mention of her name. You haven't allowed yourself to think of her and with everything going on, you had little time to cry about your love life. You nodded in thanks and returned to Wanda’s room. She was trying to keep up with everyone speaking at her and not to her. It was starting to piss you off when you could see Wanda’s eyes frantically move around the room and then to the exit.

“Everyone out!” you shouted at the everyone. “There’s too much testosterone in this room and it’s making Wanda sick, so if you want to speak to her you can come back one at a time. You gave all of the men a look to say ‘try me’ when some of them made the motion to protest. You saw Wanda cover her mouth to hide a laugh out the corner of your eye, but you could still hear shaky her breath as she tried to muffle it. All of the men bid goodbye to Wanda with hugs and wishes to get well. Pietro gave his sister a kiss on her forehead and whispered something in her ear, that you decided not to listen to and then left the medway with a wink in your direction.

“What did Pietro say?” you ask, stepping up to Wanda’s bed. 

“You didn't listen?” Wanda replies, curiously.

“I never listen when it’s just you and him. I never have”

Not even back in Sokovia with Strucker?” You shake your head. “I always thought you did.”

“It was hard not to listen when Pietro would basically yell from his cell to yours thinking he was whispering.” you say, with an eye roll. Wanda giggles at yours but it turns into a deep frown a moment later. 

“He just told me to take it easy and that he'll be back later. Are you going to tell me whats going on?” Wanda asks quietly. 

“Yes. But not here. Get F.R.I.D.A..Y  to let me know when Cho releases you and I’ll come and get you. I’ll explain everything once we have some privacy.” Wanda nods at your words and you give her hand a squeeze and a kiss to her forehead and exit the med bay and back to Wanda’s room.

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She arrives half an hour later and looking much better than she did when she arrived. There’s colour in her cheeks and the circles under her eyes look lighter. You can tell Cho worked a miracle once again. Before you can comment, Wanda holds her finger up to silence you. You immediately sit down on the bed as she walks over to sit next you.

“Talk.” she demands. 

“You have to promise not to get mad at me.” you beg. 

“Nope.”

“That’s fair.” You release a deep sigh. “I blackmailed The President.” Wanda’s eyes go wide with fear which quickly turns to anger. There’s not much you’re afraid of in this world but a pissed off redhead is one of them. She smacks you up the back of the head and if you weren't a super soldier you know you'd be bruised tomorrow.

“Tell me everything, right now.” You go into detail from the moment you woke up, being arrested by Natasha, to dealing with Ross, the leverage you had over the President, involving Bucky and Pietro, the testing with Dr. Sarkissian, her suggestion that you have erased your own memories everything that happened and everything you didn't tell Ross, Bruce, Ross and Dr. Sarkissian, to the moment you find you find yourself in right now. “Huh. Who knew that the most powerful man in the world liked wearing diapers and crawling around like a baby.” 

“Not me. I mean, I’m not here to kink shame but I’m guessing the general public wouldn't like that.” you say with a small laugh.

“Y/N, you know you can’t just be blackmailing the President. If you get caught, they'll put you somewhere worse than The Raft. Pietro and Bucky too.” Wanda says in a whisper, even though the walls are soundproof you know she’s still worried someone might hear.

“I know Wands but I couldn't let you rot in there. You don’t belong in there. You never did.” Wanda gives you a small smile and takes your hands in hers and squeezes gently.

“Thank you for saving me. Even though i couldn't save you.” Wanda says tearfully.

“Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. I’m here now aren't I?” you say gently, rubbing your thumbs over the back of her hands.

“But three years Y/N. You were gone. We really thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.” Wanda says with a deep sob.

“Tell me what happened in Berlin.” you ask, wanting to hear her side. You'd believe her over anyone anyway. 

“After you died, there was no trace of Hydra for months. I was getting pissed off because I wanted someone to answer for your death. I wanted revenge. Nat left after a couple of months when she couldn't find any answers and it felt like everyone else just followed after her and gave up. It wasn't good enough for me. So I left and took matters into my own hands. I found as many Hydra bases as I could and destroyed them.”

“What led you to Berlin?”

“Natasha had left me the names of some of her old contacts and one of them contacted me saying their was an usually large presence of Hydra around, When I arrived, a felt a huge surge of energy and tried to follow it but I was ambushed before I could reach tit.

“And thats when -“ you trail off.

“I killed all of those people” Wanda whispers out. You remind her that it was an accident but all she does it wrap her arms around you and you welcome her embrace, whispering more reassurances in her ear. She releases you and wipes the tears from her cheeks. 

“So you lied about what you saw?”

“Yeah. I obviously don’t trust Ross or his doctor. I don’t want them digging into my brain any more than it already has been. But I can’t bring Tony, Bruce or anyone else into this mess.” you explain.

“Why me then?” Wanda says with a sniffle. 

“You're my best friend. I want you with me on this and I trust you with my life.” you say with a shrug. Wanda smiles.

“Well, how can I help?”

“Yours powers. If you can reach into my mind, maybe you can see what happened to me, where I was, what I was doing. Maybe find out if I really did erase my own memories.” you suggest, hopefully. Wanda lets go of your hand and stands from the bed and paces around the room. 

“Y/N, your mind has already been fractured and repaired multiple times. If I do this and it doesn't work, your mind may not recover this time. Even with the serum in your system” Wanda warns, a slight tone of fear in her voice. You raise yourself from the bed also and walk over to Wanda and place your hands on her shoulders. 

“I trust you.” Wanda takes a moments to register your request and wants to deny you but the pleading look in your eyes only compels her to agree. She places her hands on both sides of your head and you both close your eyes. You feel a warmth slowly seep its way through your cheeks and you're suddenly brought back to the warehouse once again, except you're watching from the sidelines, not reliving the memory like you did with Dr. Sarkissian.

Wanda takes you back through everything you did with Dr. Sarkissian right up until the moment where the figure stuck a needle in your neck. The memory moves to the flashes of red, purple and orange you saw and the voices you heard. They still don’t make sense to you but you feel Wanda force her magic through the barriers of your mind until you find yourself standing on what looks like the top a mountain, an orange sun setting in the distance. It seems remote and barren and you don’t recognise it as somewhere you’ve been before. From the corner of your eye, you see movement and widen your eyes when you notice your past self just standing there, moving animatedly. You’re surrounded by a couple of shadowy figures that you look to be talking to but your memories are still foggy and you assume the shadows are examples of you not remembering. You want to move towards your past self but you can’t move your feet and before you can protest, you're brought back to reality. Your vision clears and you see Wanda wobbling on her legs and you automatically take her in your arms and bring her to the bed to lay down. 

“That was a lot” Wanda says and you can hear the exhaustion in her voice as she lays her head on the pillow. You nod in agreement, not sure what to make of that you just saw.

"I'm sorry. I probably should've waited until you were ready to ask you to do that." you say, ashamed.

"It's okay. I want to help you in whatever way I can. Did you recognise anything?” You shake your head. All you can gather from what you saw is that you were definitely up and about. You weren't handcuffed and seemed to be in okay condition and the shadows that you saw were actual people but you can’t remember their faces so they had none. Wanda hears these thoughts that you're loudly projecting and hums in acknowledgment. You turn to look at her and see her eyes are closed and her breathing has already evened out. She's asleep. You lay yourself next to her and think about all of the events from the day.

Everything you've found out, which wasn't much. You weren't sure where to go from here. All you can do in this moment is appreciate that your best friend was back and the both of you were going to find out what happened to you. As you close your eyes and surrender to your own exhaustion, you feel Wanda's arm wrap over your waist and her head coming to rest on your chest. You didn't realise how touch deprived you were until this very moment. Her warmth brings you a deep comfort and lulls you into a deep slumber. 

Chapter 6

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[wandaromanova]

Can u do a fic where fem!reader and Nat are broken up and they’re pretty hostile with each other but when one of them gets hurt on a mission they realize they’re still in love and get back together thank u if u write this :)))))))

I Love You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, violence, that’s it i believe

A/N: hi! i hit 300 followers! i posted my very first story 3 weeks ago and only had like 10 followers then. i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am that i’ve been able to bring people joy (or pain lol) with my stories. thank you. not proofread. <3

Summary: Ex-lovers Natasha and Y/N dance around their feelings for each other. They decide that hostility was the best course of action.

Word Count: 2.5K

(gif is not mine)

You and Natasha dated for a year and a half before you guys decided to call it quits. It was a mutual agreement, but there was still some sort of bad blood between the both of you that was painfully obvious. The tension could be cut with a knife.

You guys were going great at first. You both understood each other on a level that no one else could. You would do typical couple things in order to compensate for the lack of stability and domesticity you’ve both had in your lives. Movie nights, designated date nights, cuddle sessions in the late hours of the night, and literally every other cliche there was in the book.

However, you and Natasha were both raised in similar environments. From young ages, you guys were trained to conceal your true emotions and that love was for children. So, communicating with one another was something that the both of you didn’t know how to do.

You didn’t try to communicate and neither did she; and there lied the problem. Natasha would absolutely freak on you if you so much as looked at another person. You would get upset if Natasha went on a mission without informing you first. There were so many pointless arguments that occurred between you and Natasha. Arguments that could’ve been avoided or solved if you guys were able to just talk to each other.

You would say that you guys did talk… just in a higher volume than normal conversation. The yelling between you both could be heard throughout the compound. Most times, you would get so fed up and tired from the arguing, that you didn’t even know why you guys were fighting anymore. It wasn’t healthy and you knew it.

You and Natasha never once told each other the big three words. That was a line neither of you dared to cross. Like the Red Room and The Academy taught you both, love was a weakness and was nothing more than a concept believed by children. You’d like to think that actions spoke louder than words, though.

You could feel the love between you both in the way you would hold onto one another after a mission had gone wrong. You could feel it in the way Natasha worried and panicked when you’d come back from a mission with so much as a scratch above your eyebrow. However, you still could not bring yourself to tell her how you felt. Not that it would matter now, considering you guys had broken up.

It’s been five months since the breakup, and at first your plan of action was to be civil with your ex-girlfriend, but she had other plans. Natasha would bark out snarky remarks whenever you would speak up during team meetings. She began to give you cold glares whenever you walked into a room. God forbid you would even breathe in her direction, she would storm out of a room at the speed of light if you did so.

So, you began to act the same way she was. Okay, yes, it was extremely childish thinking. You should be mature, regardless of how Natasha was treating you, but you couldn’t be civil anymore. So you would treat her just as harshly as she did you. You’d send her sharper glares than she would give you. You’d never listen to anything she had to add during mission meetings, being sure to make it obvious you weren’t paying attention. And you would always counter her hostile comments that were directed towards you.

The team was currently sat in a meeting. You and Natasha were meant to be sent on a mission together, to which you both immediately objected.

“Steve, do I really have to go with that over there? I’d rather go myself and risk dying than go with her.” Natasha pointed in your direction and you were immediately offended by her statement.

“No, I would rather go and die than have to hear one more word out of your god damn mouth. You’re such a bitch.” You spoke as you stood up from your seat, Natasha following suit. Natasha walked across the room and stopped in front of you. She harshly shoved a finger against your chest.

“What the fuck did you just call me? You better take it back before I make sure you never talk again.” Natasha glared at you intensely as she stared into your eyes. You returned her stare with a bored expression on your face.

“I said you’re a bitch. What are you going to do about it, Widow?” You asked her challengingly. Natasha moved to pounce on you, but Bucky, who was sitting next to your spot, sprung in and intervened.

“Let her go Barnes. I’d love to kick her ass.” You smirked as your words only enraged Natasha more. She struggled against Bucky’s grip, trying to free herself so she could pound your face into the floor, but she couldn’t break free.

“Okay! Enough. Natasha, you’re off the mission. Y/N, you’re with me. We leave in 10.” Steve spoke with conviction in his voice, fed up with the pair of you. Natasha stopped resisting Bucky’s hold as he slowly let her go. You looked at her with one harsh glare before you took the mission file that was on the table and walked out of the room. As you left, everyone in the room stared at Natasha. She huffed and stormed out of the room as well.

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You and Steve were currently staked out in a van. You guys were spying on one of the leaders of Hydra and an infamous weapons dealer. The man was currently having a lunch with the dealer. You had been sitting there together for about an hour. You were bored out of your mind and pissed that you couldn’t get Natasha out of your mind. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for thinking about how hot she looked when she pissed. The way her eyes would widen, showing off more of her green irises as her eyebrows furrowed together in anger. The way her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. God, she had such nice boobs.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Fury’s voice coming in through comms. “Okay, we evacuated civilians off of the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Remember, wait until they’re in front of the alley before you attack. They may have weapons.” Fury informed you both and you looked onto the monitor to confirm the empty street. Sure enough, there wasn’t a civilian in sight; good.

Steve replied with a quick “okay” before movement from the door of the restaurant caught your attention. “Steve, there they are. Move out, now.” You spoke as you loaded your gun and attached it to your hip. You and Steve jumped out of the van. Steve threw his shield and hit both of the men with it. His shield came back to him as if ricocheted off of the men.

Your gun was pointed at the both of them as you guys approached them. “Meeting in broad daylight? Doesn’t seem like a smart move for two supposedly genius people.” You spoke as Steve searched the two men for any weapons. They didn’t have any. That should’ve been a red flag, but you weren’t in the right state of mind right now.

Suddenly, another van pulled up in front of the alleyway, right behind the vehicle you both had just exited. Hydra Agents with semi-automatic guns filed out of the van. Fuck. You guys were set up. Steve shared a look with you before he threw his shield toward the men and knocked the guns out of a few of the agent’s hands.

You began to fire towards the men with your own gun. You shot them in the shoulders, sending them flying to the ground in pain. You and Steve made quick work of the men and soon enough, there were unconscious men littered across the floor.

You and Steve turned back to the two men you had previously captured as they laid on the floor in shock. They really thought their little stunt would work? Pathetic. Unfortunately, one of the Hydra agents was still conscious. You and Steve failed to notice the movement behind your backs. The man pointed a nearby gun at you and fired 5 shots at you. He missed three of them, but managed to land two into your abdomen.

You fell to the ground as Steve whipped around and actually knocked the man unconscious this time. “Fury, we need backup! L/N is down!” He spoke frantically into comms as he applied pressure to your wounds. Your eyes were open in shock as you tried to process what just happened. You were shot. It really did hurt like a bitch. What are those black spots? God, I want Natasha right now. Wait, what? No, it’s just the blood loss talking.

You fell unconscious as soon as the backup S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared on the scene. You were rushed back to the Avengers Compound in one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s vehicles, Steve following you after ensuring the two men were detained. As soon as the car made it to the compound, your unconscious body was placed onto a gurney and you were being rushed to the medical wing.

As your body was being rolled through the halls of the compound, you were pushed by the doctors past Natasha. She did a double take and quickly turned around to confirm what she had just saw. Her heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of your limp, blood-covered body. She ran after you without a second thought, fear and dread taking over.

Natasha tried to enter the medical wing where they had just taken you, but she was stopped by a strong hand abruptly placing itself onto her shoulder. “Nat, we need to let them take care of her. We’d only be disturbing them and we need their focus to 100% be on Y/N.” Steve said in an attempt to convince the redhead to stop her plan of barging into the room like a madwoman. Natasha took one last glance at the door before she heavily sighed and walked to the wall across the door. She slid her back slowly against the wall and placed her head in her hands.

“What happened, Rogers?” Natasha asked, afraid of hearing the answer. Steve went over the events of the mission, and all Natasha could think was that she should’ve been there with you. She would’ve jumped in front of that bullet to save you in a heartbeat because she loved you. Wait. She loved you? Holy fuck! She loved you!

Natasha’s heart rate increased rapidly at her self revelation. She has loved you this entire time. God, she was so fucking blind. How could she not see what was right in front of her? She was madly in love with you. She let the things the Red Room drilled into her affect your relationship. Now, she wasn’t sure if she’d have the opportunity to make it up to you. That thought scared Natasha more than any mission ever could.

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1 hour later

An hour later, and the entire team was sprawled across the hallway of the medical wing. Wanda sat beside Natasha on the floor, comfortingly holding her hand. The rest of the team just stood, anxiously and impatiently waiting to hear about your status.

At the sound of the medical bay door opening, Natasha shot up from her spot on the floor and looked towards Helen Cho. “What’s her status? Is she okay? Did she make it?” Natasha immediately fired off questions at the Doctor. The team stood firmly behind Natasha as they looked at Dr. Cho, their eyes asking her the same questions Natasha did.

“She coded on the table a few times. The bullets hit some major arteries, but we managed to stop the bleeding. If she had arrived even a minute later than she did, she wouldn’t have made it.” The relief of the good news radiated off of earth’s mightiest heroes. Natasha almost let tears escape her eyes, but quickly blinked them back.

“Can I see her?” Natasha asked desperately. “Yes you can, but shes still asleep. The anesthesia was very strong so she’ll be out for a few more hours.” Helen spoke as she opened the door for Natasha. She entered and let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. Natasha grabbed a nearby chair and placed it right beside your bed. She lightly stroked your hair before she gripped your hand.

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3 hours later

You groaned as you slowly open your eyes and were met with an obnoxiously bright light hovering over you. You heard some shuffling before the light was shut off. You turned your head towards the other person in the room and you rolled your eyes at who it was.

“If you’re here to be an asshole, please leave. I’m not in the mood for it.” You spoke as you watched Natasha sit back down in the chair next to your bed.

“I’m not here for that. I wanted to apologize, Y/N. You were right, I was a bitch. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, but I was just afraid.” Natasha began to speak as she seemingly appeared nervous. You’ve never seen her nervous before, you’re pretty sure no one ever has.

“I was so terrified because I love you. Everyone I love ends up leaving me, and I couldn’t watch you leave me. So, I thought it was best if I beat you to the punch.” Natasha looked down to her lap and played with her fingers absentmindedly. Your eyes widened as far as they could go at Natasha’s words. She loved you. She actually, verbally said it. That’s a huge fucking deal.

“I know my logic may not make the best sense, but what does make sense is the fact that I love you. I always have and I was just too stupid to tell you. I’m sorry, I love you so much.” Natasha spoke as she tore her gaze from her hands and up to your eyes.

You reached your hand out for hers and she shakily took your hand in hers. You almost let out a gasp at the contact, you missed her touch so much. “I won’t ever leave you, Natasha because I love you too. I’m sorry too. I was just as afraid as you were. We were both stupid.” You let out a little laugh at your last words. Natasha let out a chuckle as a tear fell from her eyes. Oh god, you’ve never seen her cry either.

“You scared me. I thought you weren’t going to make it. When I saw your body being wheeled down here…. all the blood… I-“ Natasha words were cut off as you smashed your lips against hers. You winced as the pain from your gunshot wounds radiated across your body, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that the woman you loved, loved you too. You’d never be afraid to express your love for her ever again.

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mistakes were made

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, angst, mentions of sex TW body insecurities and talk of weight gain

word count: 2.9k

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picture credit: screengrab from "Captain America Dinner Party" on youtube

You finish getting dressed and pick up everything you need to go for a run. As you’re walking down the last steps, you see that Chris is sitting on the couch, working on something on his computer. You come up behind him and softly kiss his temple before saying,

“Hey baby. I just put Emma to sleep and I’m gonna go for a run. Can you just pay attention and make sure she doesn’t wake up, please?”

Chris absentmindedly nods and mutters a “be careful”. You faintly smile and roll your eyes at his unwavering concentration but make sure to turn the volume of the baby monitor all the way up before leaving.

You go out through the garage and smile up at the sky, feeling the heat of the sun warming up your face.

You start to run the route you used to before getting pregnant with your baby girl. Last Sunday, it had been five months since your bundle of joy had been born. As much as you utterly adored her and the experience of carrying your own child, you had not appreciated the effect that the pregnancy had on your body.

On the contrary, most mothers-to-be were described as glowing and full of new energy but while you were pregnant, you always felt like you were about to get a cold and you had put on so much weight that you could barely recognize yourself. You had thought that it was only the pregnancy hormones changing your body that way as you were still very young, but today, five months after giving birth, your body had stayed the same and that certainly was not helping your confidence.

You weren’t sure if Chris had noticed your insecurities that manifested themselves by you eating almost the same meager meals every day and pushing away all sorts of sexual interactions with him. Since he had never mentioned anything or ever seemed frustrated with you, you thought he simply didn’t notice it or just didn't mind it.

Lost in your thoughts, you’re back home before you know it. As you’re entering the garage, you faintly hear Chris’ voice travel through the house all the way to you. Slightly confused, you assume that he must have forgotten to tell you he had an appointment or something, so you make sure to be as silent as possible to not disturb him.

“Bro, I know, it’s fucking crazy. I actually have my own child now.”

You smile softly at his excitement. You’re downing a bottle of water you took from the fridge when your ears perk up at your name coming out of Chris’ mouth.

“Oh, Y/N? Yeah, you know, she’s fine, she's good.”

Tilting your head slightly, you try to understand the sudden shift in Chris’ mood: even from two rooms away, you could feel his energy change.

“No, it’s fine, it’s just that she’s been kind of weird since the baby.”

You frown at hearing Chris say that. He never mentioned anything to you so why the hell was he talking about it with whoever was on the other end of the phone?

“No but like bro, look, it’s like this. I’ll be out all day doing whatever, and then when I come home, she’s all over me, being super clingy and all. Like, she will literally not let me go anywhere. But then, whenever I try to ease the mood into, you know, something more sexual, she just shuts down and says that Emma needs some food or something and she leaves. Then, when she comes back, she’s practically running from me like I have the fucking plague or something!”

As Chris is listening to what the person on the phone is responding, you start to feel a knot in your throat and you know that if you don’t do anything soon, you’re going to be full-on sobbing. As you’re working on your breathing and a plan, you hear Chris say,

“Dude, I literally thought the same thing. I swear. But, when we went for her check-up a little after she gave birth, the doctor said we couldn’t have sex for 6 weeks. It’s been like 20 weeks now!”

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you leave your water bottle on the counter and run back to the garage, as silently as you can. Once in the safety of the garage, tears stream down your face as you let out a sob that brings you to your knees. You let yourself cry for what feels like forever, but you know it must not have been more than 5 minutes.

When you start to calm down, you focus on finding a plan to make sure Chris didn’t know that you were eavesdropping on his phone conversation. You take deep breaths before wiping your face and fixing your appearance as best as you can while using the rear-view mirror of your car.

Once you’re certain that you can’t do anything more, you take a final breath before opening the door and slamming it loud enough for Chris to hear that you’re in the house. As you’re approaching the living room, and thus, the staircase leading to your room, you faintly hear Chris say, “Yeah, man. I’ll talk to you later.”

You pass behind him while keeping your head held high and not giving him a single glance. As you start to climb up the stairs, you see that Chris is turning towards you.

“Hey baby, I didn’t hear you come back. How was your run?”

You take a deep breath before answering as calmly as you can, “Fine. I’m going to take a shower.”

Chris hesitates for a second before responding, “Um, okay, I’ll start dinner then.”

You don’t answer and run up the last couple of stairs as you feel your resolve crumbling. You hurriedly take some random clothes and a towel before locking yourself in the en suite bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, you put your hand over your mouth as a cry escapes you again. You put your clothes and towel on the counter before sitting in front of your bathtub. You don’t know how long you stay there, stifling your cries, but you suddenly hear the doorknob jiggling before a loud knock resonates through the bathroom.

“Y/N? You okay in there? I heard some weird noises.”

You clear your throat as softly as you can before answering, “I’m fine, I just stubbed my toe.” You cringe as your voice breaks halfway through your sentence.

The doorknob jiggles again before you hear, “Are you sure? And why is the door locked? You never lock it.”

“Uh... I'm on my period.”

You roll your eyes at your dumb and illogical excuse but it was going to have to do for now.

Before Chris can say anything else, you start the shower, rapidly take your clothes off and step inside. Both Chris and you knew that when the shower water was on, it was almost impossible to hear anything else in the bathroom.

You spend at least an hour under the scalding water, and you finally get out as you see a glimpse of the time on the bathroom clock: 6:45pm. It was time to start getting Emma ready for bed and you knew that she rarely slept through the night if you weren't the one to put her to bed. Knowing that this meant that nobody in the house would really get any sleep, you reluctantly turn off the shower water and get out of the shower.

As you’re toweling off, you can faintly hear music coming from outside of the bathroom. You put on the clothes you had taken from your room and put them on.

How ironic. You were wearing the same shirt from the first time Chris had told you he loved you. You smile bitterly as you look at the shirt in the mirror and pick up the rest of your things before getting out of the bathroom.

You walk into your shared bedroom with Chris and immediately recognize “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd. You roll your eyes as you remember the time you had told Chris that, for whatever reason, The Weeknd’s 2010s phase could always get you in the mood. You take your time doing your skincare routine before taking care of your workout clothes.

After finishing in your bedroom, you close the door and head to Emma’s room to get her ready for bed. However, you frown confusedly as you see that everything in Emma’s room is clean and organized. Emma is clearly changed, dressed in her nighttime pyjamas, tucked in and soundly asleep while Dodger is snoring in front of her crib. You smile softly. Even before Emma was born, Dodger was extremely protective of her and when she was born, he was practically attached to her hip. Wherever Emma was, Dodger was also there.

You’re watching Emma and Dodger sleep, a seemingly permanent smile on your face when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around rapidly and slightly jerk away from Chris when he attempts to put a hand on your arm. He frowns slightly before saying,

“I got Emma ready for bed and dinner’s ready downstairs.”

You sigh and walk around Chris before making your way downstairs as you hear his soft footsteps behind you. When you turn the corner to enter the living room, your breath slightly hitches as you see that Chris has set a candlelit dinner table. Chris softly sets his hands on your shoulders and starts to gently massage them as he says,

“I made spaghetti with chicken parm, your favorite. And extra cheese, just how you like it.”

As your resolve starts to crumble, Chris’ words from earlier in the day echo in your mind. The memory makes you instantly tense up and you let out a shaky breath while trying to control your emotions. To take the focus off of you, you sit down and start to serve Chris and yourself some water. You hear Chris sigh loudly before he sits down in front of you. He serves you a hearty serving of pasta with a whole chicken breast before serving himself. Chris looks at you, clearly hesitating to say anything for a couple of seconds while you’re poking at your food before saying,

“So, I thought you would like the chicken parm tonight since you seemed kind of down after your run.”

You let go of your fork, which loudly hits your plate, and put your head in your hands before you say, “Oh my God, Chris, I can’t fucking do this.”

“Woah, Y/N, you can't do what? What's wrong?”, Chris asks, shocked.

“What’s wrong, Christopher, is that I heard you on the phone this afternoon. Talking about how I’m supposedly clingy and never want to have sex with you anymore.”

Chris visibly tenses up as he hears your statement and stammers trying to find an excuse to justify his behavior.

“Wait, I… I can explain.”

You hold your hand up, signifying to Chris that you’re not done.

“First of all, you have absolutely no right to talk to anybody about our sex life without at least asking me first, which you know I would absolutely not agree with. Second of all, you should know by now that if you have any problems with me, you come to me. You don’t go talking to some random person about it behind my back.”

You angrily get up from the table and narrow your eyes at Chris as you continue.

“And third, not that you deserve any justification whatsoever for me not wanting to have sex with you, but I gained weight, Chris. Way too much weight. I find myself fat and gross and I didn’t want you to see my body and think the exact same things I think every single time I see myself in the mirror.”

You sniffle as you realize that you had been crying.

“And you can help yourself to the couch tonight.”

You walk up the stairs and, mindful to not wake Emma up, you softly close your bedroom door. You immediately snuggle into the covers while soft sobs rake through your body. You’re not sure how long you lay there crying but you eventually fall asleep from exhaustion.

You groggily wake up a couple of hours later while the sun is starting to rise as you hear Emma’s cries on the baby monitor. You rub your eyes as you get out of the bed and head over to her room. You take Emma out of her crib and immediately identify that her diaper is full. You feel your headache from crying developing further as you’re changing Emma.

When you’re finished, you take Emma in your arms and bounce her up and down while softly humming to help her fall back asleep with Dodger dutifully following you.

You head downstairs in search of painkillers for your headache while continuing to hum to Emma. While passing through the living room, you can see Chris’ head resting on the couch armrest. As Dodger spots him, he heads over to him and whines softly before setting himself at the end of the couch, prepared to fall back asleep.

You chuckle slightly before downing the painkillers and heading back up to Emma’s room, ready to put her back in bed. You set her down and tuck her in before exhaling softly and heading back to your bedroom.

Your headache and the painkillers had effectively made you exhausted again as you fall asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

When you finally wake up for the day, you groan at the faint traces of your headache still present. You look over at your nightstand and see that it’s now 7:30am. You roll your eyes at this. You had barely slept an additional hour.

Figures. You never really slept that well when Chris wasn't in bed with you.

As your senses start to really awaken, you smell some coffee and hear the shower running for a couple of seconds after which, it stops.

Before you know it, Chris walks out of the bathroom, body steaming, with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He suddenly stops in his tracks as he realizes you’re awake.

God… Even when he pissed you off, he was still hot as fuck.

He lightly clears his throat before saying, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just wanted to take a shower after my workout.”

You gently shake your head before responding with a raspy voice, “You didn’t wake me, it’s fine.”

Chris nods his head once before tightly smiling. You can feel the tension in the room as Chris stands in front of the bathroom door and looks anywhere but at you. After a couple of seconds, he softly sniffles and croaks, “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You sit up in the bed and lean on the headboard as you frown softly. Chris makes his way to you and softly sits on his side of the bed with his head hung. You can see from the various expressions that are passing on his face that he’s trying to find the words to talk to you

“I didn’t really sleep last night because I kept thinking about what you said. And I realized how much of an asshole I was.” He balls up his fists as he shakes his head and continues, “I never should have talked about any of those things with Matt and I’m so sorry that I did. I’m also sorry that I never came to talk to you, like a grown man, and instead just talked about you behind your back.”

Chris hesitantly reaches for your hands and takes them into his when he sees that you’re not negatively reacting to him while tears are dropping on the covers.

“Above all, I’m especially sorry that I ever made you feel like I wasn’t there for you and like you couldn’t come to me. I really didn’t know how you felt about yourself and it breaks my heart that I let you go through this alone when I should have been there to support you after Emma was born."

He shrugs gently before finishing with, "And for what it’s worth, I think you’re as beautiful now as you were while you were pregnant and before you got pregnant.”

Chris looks up at you with red eyes as he waits for you to say something. You open and close your mouth multiple times as you’re trying to find the right words to respond to him.

You finally settle on, “I don’t know that I can forgive you right now, Chris. What you did really hurt me. Like a lot.”

Chris’ head slightly hangs down before you finish with, “However, I don’t think it would be beneficial to our family for us to be apart right now.”

As soon as he hears this, Chris’ head snaps up, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I’m gonna need space and time to work through this but I believe that our relationship is stronger than this.”

Chris nods excitedly and bites his bottom lip before asking, “Is it okay if I hug you?”

You lightly nod your head and chuckle slightly as Chris practically throws himself at you. He rests his head in the crook of your neck before whispering “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Without hesitation, you whisper back, “I love you too, Chris.”

If there was something that you knew would never change is that you loved Chris, forever and always.

[lubdubsworld]

Falling for you ( Falling from grace) Jungkook x OC

Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5

Chapter 6

“Are you sure you want to head back to work today, Areum? Hoseok told me that he would give you the rest of the week off if you like... That bruise on your face is looking pretty nasty.” My sister commented mildly, her eyes worried as she watched me dab concealer on the mottled purpling skin on my jaw.

“I need to finish a couple of reports by the weekend. And Namjoon oppa told me he wanted me to be there when we viewed the CCTV footage later today. It’s going to help getting that bastard fired.” I flinched at how bad this side of my face looked. 

The bastard. 

“He’s not fired yet?” My sister made a noise of outrage.

“Of course he is. There’s a restraining order against him. But formally he needs to be terminated and Namjoon wants to do it in a way that it goes on his record permanently. Especially considering he’s already out on bond.” I wrinkled my nose. 

There wasn’t much chance of Junho going to prison over this but I definitely did not want him within fifty feet of me, ever again. 

“Jungkook’s busy with his practice is it? I haven’t heard from him...” My sister prompted and I nodded.

“His big match is coming up on Sunday. That's like four days away ...he’s probably cooped up in that gym of his.” 

“I know... Seokjin works out there too... its a great place...how come you’re never there?”

I frowned .

“He actually has me blacklisted. I’m not allowed inside the establishment. ” I muttered. 

My sister’s eyes widened.

“What? Why?”

I shrugged. The memory was a good one and worth reliving. In fact i relived it quite often when I was particularly horny with only my own hands for relief. 

“I seduced him against his favorite punching bag once and he had to get rid of it because the cum stains wouldn’t come off. He’s a petty jerk.” I grinned at my sister enjoying the way her eyes went wide as saucers. .

She stared at me slack jawed. And then she shook her head in disbelief. 

“You talk about him this way but you always look like you're half way in love with him. I don’t know what is going on in your head when it comes to Jungkook.”

I laughed.

“I love him. Of course I do.... I’m pretty sure he cares about me too, “ I remembered how warm and content I’d felt when he’d held me, how the police officer had immediately concluded he was my boyfriend, simply from the concern radiating off him, “  But, I’m not going to push for anything. I like how we are ...now.”

“Friends with benefits.?”

“I prefer the term enemies who fuck” I winked and she groaned. 

“Whatever you say. But remember, you’re going to have to DTR at some point and I hope you don’t get a shock if he isn’t on the same page. “ 

“Unlikely. Now go distract mom so I can slip out of the back door.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That looks pretty fucking bad.” Hoseok winced when he saw me and I groaned.

“Don’t remind me. I ran into Namjoon on the way up and he swelled like a bullfrog. Is Jungkook in today?” I asked him brightly.

Hoseok frowned.

“you guys are awfully chummy these days ....Need I remind you about the clause on interpersonal relationships in the office?” 

I flushed.

“We’re...not....I mean. We’re friends. “

“I thought the term was enemies who fuck.” Hoseok said thoughtfully and I jumped.

“What-?”

“Jungkook told me, you little brat. I asked him why he went over to the police station and broke Junho’s fucking jaw and he spilled...”

My own jaw came unhinged.

“ He what?!”

 “He posted the bond money for the bastard himself to get him out and then apparently punched him hard enough to land him in the hospital.”

“Oh my God...is he in trouble?” 

Hoseok sighed.

“Of course not... Mr. Jeon had it taken care off at once but I knew something was up . He’s too old to play knight in shining armor , unless there was something between you guys...” 

I sighed.

“We’re in a purely physical relationship yes with of course a splattering of affection for each other. But nothing that deserves a label or close scrutiny from the HR dept. Please Hobi oppa, just let me be. “ I fluttered my lashes and he rolled his eyes. 

“Just as long as you know that Jeon Jungkook is a chaebol. He’s not going to make a honest woman out of you.” Hoseok gave me a pointed look and I wondered if I really did wear my heart on my sleeve. 

Apparently, everyone could sense that my feelings for Jungkook ran deeper than just lust and I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. 

“Anyway, yo answer you question, yes. He’s in his office right now.”

I made to turn away but Hoseok grabbed my wrist.

“You have thirty five memos to answer and seventeen appointments to schedule. Your desk is this way, I suggest you head in that direction.” His eyes glinted in a way that told me he was incredibly serious. 

I pouted.

Fine... I’d wait for lunch to go meet Jungkook.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jungkook had a secretary of his own , the smitten Miss Lee and she gave me an angelic smile, telling me that Jungkook was out to meet someone in the marketing department. If there was anything important, I could leave it with her.

Declining the offer and thanking her, I made my way to the fireescape and the back stairwell. One of the doors opened to the emergency exit in Jungkook’s office and it took me a little bit of running around but I managed to locate it easily enough. 

Jungkook had left the door open and less than ten minutes later , I was in his office, staring around in mild awe. 

Weirdly enough, I’d never been here. before, mostly because Jungkook himself wasn’t in here all that much. But there was no mistaking that he actually did take his work seriously . I peered around the expensive drawing Tablet and the three or so monitor screens , the stylus tossed about. 

It was probably a huge breach of his privacy but I couldn’t help but click on the mouse, watching his monitor come alive. 

I blinked in disbelief when I realized what I was staring at. 

“Oh my  fuck...”  I

I felt my face flood with heat as I stared at the screen. 

It was a drawing of me. 

I was completely naked , reclining against what looked like a thick white fur rug , with countless plush cushions scattered all around me. The snow white fur set off the golden glow of my skin and I noticed the attention to detail, the tiny mole in the corner of my hip, the small half moon scar on the edge of my collar bone and of course an impressive collection of hickeys on my neck and my inner thighs. 

I looked the way I usually did when I was mouthing off at him, a little angry and rebellious, my eyes blazing with a challenge and my lips parted in annoyance . I had one hand resting right between my legs, two fingers pressed against the labia while the other two disappeared into me. The other hand lay on my breast, fingers tweaking one hard nipple . 

I turned away quickly, breathing harshly as I realized that Jungkook had literally drawn an incredibly accurate drawing of me masturbating , purely from memory.

Not entirely sure if i should be angry at this or not, I tried to clear the hazy cloud of arousal that was beginning to settle all over me. I wasn’t angry. 

I was just ridiculously turned on. 

And incredibly curious if he had other pics of me. 

I whirled back around to the computer and then nearly jumped out of my skin when I realized that Jungkook was leaning against the doorway, watching me with an amused smile on his face. 

“Oh, fuck...” I clutched at my heart which felt like it was going to give out. 

“Pretty sure your desk isn’t here, Areum. Are you lost?” He drawled, stepping away from the door and stalking over to me. 

I stepped back quickly, the action purely instinctive. 

“Did you punch Junho?” I asked sharply.

Jungkook gave me a small smile.

“That is a very mild way to put it yes. He’s gonna be eating through a straw for a couple of months , yes.”

I glared at him. 

“What if you got arrested.” I folded my arms.

He laughed.

“Baby, come on. fucker had it coming. Anyway enough about that loser. Why are you hovering near my desk. Corporate espionage is generally frowned upon baby... Am i gonna have to spank you, you naughty girl?” He waggled his eyebrows. 

I rolled my eyes before walking up to his desk and turning the screen around to show the lewd artwork . 

“how long have you been drawing me like that?” I pointed at the screen and Jungkook looked surprised. 

Surprised but not particularly bothered. 

“Ah... i love that one... Did you see the way I only drew four of your fingers between your legs baby, your thumb is supposed to be rubbing on your clit.... I was working on it when I got called away earlier....” He looked apologetic. 

I felt like I had turned the exact shade of the marron carpet under my foot. 

“Jungkook how long have you been drawing me naked...” I snapped. 

“ Oh... probably the first time you let me see you naked.” He said nodding lightly and I stared at him.

“How come I’ve never heard of this?” I hissed and he gave me a grin. 

“Because it’s for my own personal...use.” He grinned. 

I glared at him.

“How many....?” I demanded.

Jungkook shrugged.

“50...? 60? Definitely at least fifty.” He said casually. 

I stared at him.

“I wanna see them.” I said sharply. Jungkook sighed, like I was being a pain , which was so unfair it made me want to scream. 

“Areum, I-” 

“Jungkook?” A soft voice called from the outer office and I frowned when Jungkook startled. 

“Oh, hey... Sana..... Come in.” His voice had shifted into something mild and pleasant and I felt my hackles rise. 

“Oh..hello... Areum ssi...” The girl gave me a confused smile and I resisted the urge to fold my hands and demand what she was doing there. Instead , I moved away from behind Jungkook’s desk, grabbing a file. 

“Good afternoon Sana ssi.” I smiled.

“I’m sorry, I missed lunch, Sana.... I wanted to give you this. “ Jungkook pulled out a small envelope from his jacket, smiling an absolutely angelic smile at her. 

Sana looked suitably enthralled, her eyes trained greedily on his perfect face as she took the envelope.

“Oh.. are these--?”

“Tickets to my match on Sunday yes...” He smiled. “ I’m hoping you’ll be there.” 

I felt my lungs expand as I took a deep breath to calm myself down. The urge to screech like a banshee was increasing by the second. 

“Oh, I’ll be there for sure. I’ll be cheering you on from the front row, Jungkook !!” She all but bounced on her feet, looking positively giddy with excitement as she bowed to both of us and literally floated away. 

I waited till she was fully gone before turning on him. 

“There better be another envelope in there with my name on it.” I gritted out. 

Jungkook grinned wide at that, eyes dancing with mirth. 

“In my jacket? Not really. But there’s something much better in my pants with your name on it. Want me to whip it out for you baby?? “

He grabbed the edge of his belt buckle, tugging the leather out of the hoops and I glared at him. 

“You are out of your mind if you think I’m going to be okay with you letting everyone watch you fight but  me. That is just unfair and uncalled for.” I snapped. 

Jungkook was still tugging on his belt, but he paused to give me a look.

“What’s in it for me?” He said softly. 

I frowned.

“What?”

“I’m not going to enter a deal without an equitable pay off....Its obvious that you’re really turned on by the thought of watching me fight . So unless you give me something I’m thirsty for.... I’m not going to indulge you,” He said casually. 

I laughed in disbelief. 

“There is literally nothing I’ve denied you in bed , you're crazy to even suggest -”

“I haven’t fucked your ass yet.” He said casually. 

I could feel myself turning red.

“No.” I hissed. “ Absolutely not.”

“Why the hell not?” He frowned.

“Because it fucking hurts. I’m not going through that again.” I snapped. 

Jungkook groaned like he was in actual pain. 

“Baby, its hardly my fault you’ve never slept with a real man before me, is it? Why should I deprived the pleasure of fucking your ass just because those buffoons didn’t know how to do it right?” Jungkook’s voice was dangerously close to a whine and I resisted the urge to throw something at him. 

“I don’t fucking care...its a no. So drop it. ” 

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. 

“Fine. I’ll drop it. For now.” He muttered and then made a big show of thinking, “ alright fine. How about you let me tie you up.”

I stared at him.

“You literally do that every time we have sex.” I pointed out. 

“And I get to use my toy box.” 

I blinked.

“Your toy box.” I said , confused. He grinned mischievously. 

“You know the one...Big mahogany box  underneath my bed. The first time I showed you, you kind of screamed and called me a monster?” He grinned wide.

i had a brief flashback of an assortment of whips, floggers and gags. 

I shuddered. 

Nope. 

This wasn’t working. 

“How about this.... Either you get me those tickets or you don’t get to fuck me. At all.” I smirked.

Jungkook hummed.

“Why would you punish yourself like that love?” He drawled. “ You can’t live without my dick, the sooner you accept that the easier life is going to get for you.” 

The audacity of this bitch. 

I walked right past him , ready to stalk out,  but his hand shot out, gripping my elbow and pulling me into his embrace.

I struggled against his hold, but he brought both arms around my waist, flexing his muscles so I could feel just how futile it would be to try and break free. 

“Come on baby, walking out in the middle of negotiations...that’s just really poor etiquette. Think of the poor hostage....” He pouted , doe eyes wide and I nearly caved. He had no fucking business being sexy  and  cute. 

I laughed in disbelief.

“Hostage??....are you talking about your fucking ego....?” I stared right up at him , tilting my face when he moved to kiss me. His lips latched on to my jaw instead, tongue licking the skin there gently as he hummed . 

“No...I’m talking about my dick.” He grabbed both my elbows, swinging me around like I weighed nothing, one arm holding me in place as he pressed up against my back, hips rolling so I could feel the hardness of his dick right against the swell of my ass. “ Dude’’s feeling pretty darn trapped right now. Poor thing just wants to get inside you and ruin you baby, why you making it so hard for him...?” 

I elbowed him sharply, vindicated when the sharp edge of it caught something hard and fleshy. Jungkook grunted in discomfort but didn’t let go of me. 

“My little hellcat. “ He bit down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, “You know why my dick is hard?”

“To match your cold unfeeling heart?” I snapped and he moaned in mock hurt. 

“Not fair baby...I have the kindest heart... Soft heart, hard dick....That’s literally my entire persona.” Jungkook nuzzled my neck .  

I fought the urge to laugh . 

“So why then? Because I’m within ten feet of you? Isn’t that all it takes usually?” I muttered, wincing a bit when his teeth sank in a little deeper.

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle.

“Normally I’d agree but today... I’m so fucking hard because you looked like you wanted to claw Sana’s face off when I gave her those tickets....” 

I flushed.

“Well, I just don’t think I should be the only one not allowed to see you fight.” 

“Or maybe you just hate the idea of any one else getting to touch my dick...because like I said...it’s got your name on it right baby?” Jungkook laughed against my ear and I blushed . 

“I still think its rude that you don’t let me come to your matches.” I grumbled. 

“And why do you think that is, baby? Why do you think I’m so adamant about you not being anywhere near me when I have something important to do...”

I didn’t reply, eyes fluttering shut when he suckled on the skin near my neck. 

“Its because I’ll probably lose..” He growled into my ear, “ Don’t wanna get knocked out in the first round because I was too busy staring at your pretty, pretty face and delicious fucking body... My only distraction, my  favorite  distraction.”

  I felt myself melt like an ice cream cone in the fucking sun. 

“Oh, fuck you....you honey-tongued son of a bitch...” I choked out, unable to fight the wide grin that was taking over my face. 

Jungkook chuckled in victory, hugging me tighter.

“So tell me.... Can I tie you up tonight? Get some of my favorite toys...Want to play in your sandbox....” He leered and I laughed despite myself. How could this man make the most innocent of phrases sound so fucking sexy.... 

“Only if you let me pick the toys.”

Jungkook let go of me and gently turned me around. He was frowning deeply. 

“Babe you don’t even know what their called.” He complained.

“But I can gauge how much damage they’ll do and that’s more important to me.” I pointed out. 

Jungkook gave me a thoughtful smile.

“Hmm....fine... But I get to offer the choices. “ He said softly. 

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Okay, in that case you need to let me see every single drawing you’ve made of me... right now.” I smiled.

Jungkook grinned, already grabbing my wrist and tugging me back to his desk.

“Deal...but I’m gonna need you to sit on my cock and keep it warm while I show them to you..... okay?” 

I glared at him but he was already moving to the wide , comfortable chair behind the desk. He sat on the chair, manspreading and unbuckling himself before wriggling the slacks down past his waist and tugging his boxers down. 

I watched him reach in to pull out his hard cock ,  pumping the hard length of it a couple of times before smiling at me expectantly. 

“Horny bastard.” I muttered under my breath, before letting him maneuver me into his lap, fingers slipping up my skirt and tugging my panties aside , before lining himself up against my center. 

“Ready baby?” He kissed my cheeks fondly and I nodded lowly. He pressed a couple of fingers against my slit, dipping in just enough to make sure I was wet enough. I wasn’t dry per se, but it still stung a bit when he drove himself in with one swift stroke. 

“Oh, fuck...” I groaned when he entered me , the rock hard length of him cleaving my insides and making my tongue go dry. I clenched down on him, thighs beginning to tremble already. I gripped the edge of the table in front of me. 

“Maybe I should call Sana in now.? Huh baby...that’ll show her who this dick belongs to, right , angel?” He whispered against my ear and I moaned, a gush of arousal staining my thighs at his words., Jungkook laughed knowingly, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me still before rolling his hips gently and settling inside me. 

“So baby, which ones do we start with.... Solo shots? ones with me....? There’s one of me fucking your pretty pink hole, maybe that’ll change your mind about letting me take you in the back...”

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Author’s Note : I’m stopping here because the next chapter is just like 5k of porn and I wanted it to be a standalone chapter. 

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[soldierswar]

Kobik - Chapter I

Bucky x Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

Plot: You and Bucky's relationship is anything but ordinary. Something that you've been used to since day one. But one day when Bucky brings home an unexpected little guest with superpowers, you reluctantly find yourself thrusted into something close to parenthood much sooner than you had ever expected to be.

Notes: I've been obsessed with Kobik and Bucky's father/daughter relationship with her since I read the Thunderbolts comics. Enjoy protective dad!Bucky.

        *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

           “I’ve got to change that ring tone,” was your first thought after your atrociously loud phone woke you up in the middle of your mid-day nap. But you always felt the need to keep it off silent when Bucky was away from you for emergency use.

           You groggily propped yourself up and picked up the phone.

           “Everything okay?”

           “Let me guess. You just woke up?”

           There were no signs of real distress in his voice. So why the hell was he calling instead of texting?

           “Mmmmm,” you groaned.

           You being an investigative journalist had just finished working on an important writing piece that took over a month and a half to write. A piece that involved multiple trips across the ocean for in-person research. So you were pretty exhausted nowadays.

           “What’s up?” you asked mid-yawn.

           “Y/N…I need you to meet me somewhere as soon as possible. At…our spot.”

           Now you began to get worried.

You and Bucky had a special secluded spot in a nearby building that had been abandoned halfway through its being built years ago. It was safe to assume that it was just another private abandoned project after the blip that was never followed up on. So you and Bucky deemed it your secret place to go to if you needed to talk about something urgent where nobody could hear or see you.

           “Are you in some kind of trouble? Do we need a lawy—”

           “No, Y/N. It doesn’t have anything to do about me…for the most part.”

           “For the most part?”

           You could suddenly hear Sam’s voice echoing in the background again.

           “How worried do I need to be, Barnes?”  

           He hesitated.

Those pauses always made you incredibly anxious, and he knew that.

           “Are you safe? Are we safe?”  

           Another pause as he swallowed nervously.

           “James?”

           “I wouldn’t have called for you to come if I didn’t think that we’d be safe.”

           You shook your head. And although he couldn’t see it, he knew you enough to know that that was exactly what you were doing.

           “You trust me?”

           “Would I have married you if I didn’t?” you sighed lightheartedly.

           “I can be there in 30, okay?”

           And before you could hang up he said those three words that almost never faltered in making you smile, even in the worst of time.

           “I love you.”

…

           Despite the fact that he said that there was nothing really to be truly worried about, you couldn’t help but feel a pulsing anxiety surge through your body. In the years that you had been together, you never really had to use your spot for any type of unexpected emergency.

           You stumbled your way to the building being careful to not fall over the chunks of broken concrete protruding from the dirt before making your way to the door that was almost completely broken off minus two feet of it from the bottom still hinged to the door frame.

           “Hey,” said a familiar voice.

You turned around to see your husband’s beautiful face. You hadn’t seen Bucky in almost a week, so when he wrapped you in his arms you had no choice but to feel nothing but comfort and warmth. But after a two-second tender moment, you snapped out of it.

           “James,” you said.

“What is this about? Why am I here?”

           Before he could say anything, you could hear  Sam’s voice in another area of the house. It sounded almost as though he were giving orders to someone. Which was then followed by the echoes of a little childlike voice…

           You shook your head and reasoned that you were either hearing things, or things were about to get really weird.

           “Bucky,” you said raising your voice and crossing your arms.

           “How bad can it be?”

           Suddenly the only sound in the house was the sound of little footsteps sprinting towards you followed by Sam’s voice.

           “Kobi—”

           And right before your eyes, there was a little girl. A little girl that couldn’t have been older than 4 or 5 years old. She was incredibly pale and had blonde – No, white hair in two high pigtails. But the strangest thing about her was her inhumanly glowing blue eyes.

           “Everything okay Buckaroo?” she asked seeming concerned about him.

           “Shit,” Sam said under his breath as Bucky gave him a death stare.

           “Kobik,” Bucky scolded lightly, crossing his arms.

           “I told you not to come out until I said –”

           “I know,” she said as her little face and shoulders fell.

           “But someone seemed mad at you. Are you okay?”

           She turned her gaze over to you and gave you a once-over as if she were scanning you to see if you were a stranger and potential threat to your own husband.

           Sam finally joined you guys looking somewhat embarrassed.

           “Sorry, I couldn’t stop her.”  

           Now you were staring at Sam giving him the “What the hell is going on?” look.

           He didn’t seem like he wanted to be the one to answer.

Great, now you had two men who didn’t want to answer any questions about the strangest looking child that you had ever seen.  

           “Kobik,” Bucky said.

           “This is my wife, Y/N.”

           Her intense stare immediately softened, which eventually evolved into a big smile, and waved at you.

           “Hi!”

           You were awestruck, and couldn’t even answer. You just turned your stunned gaze away from her and back on to Bucky.

           “Bucky…” you said under your breath.

“I’m gonna ask you again. Why am I here?”

…

           Bucky took you outside next to a pile of large concrete rocks to sit on which you were grateful for because you were feeling pretty dizzy, and even felt a little sick.

Who was she? Did he have a kid that he decided to never tell you about? Did he feel the need to take her for some reason? Those were all logical thoughts that any rational human could think up for this type of situation. Right? And also, why did the poor thing look like…the way that she did?

           But when you finally did get Bucky to talk, everything came out of his mouth exceeded anything that you could ever imagine. In fact, for a moment of time if felt as though you were watching Bucky say a bunch of nonsensical sentences pre-exploding brain aneurism.

           But the longer he continued to speak, you realized that he was serious. This wasn’t some type of psychiatric meltdown or a sick joke.

           You shook your head as he reached over to put a comforting hand on your upper arm.

           “I know it sounds crazy, Y/N but—”

           “Crazy? No,” you shuddered, pulling away.

           “Crazy would be telling me that, I don’t know, you had some kind of accident child with someone during our marriage and you’re just bringing her over to tell me for the first time.”

           He opened his mouth to say something but you shoved your index finger in his face to continue.

           “Crazy would be telling me that you found a literal child with superpowers and you just decided to take her to see what she’ll do. But you’re meaning to tell me that it’s not even a human?”

           “Y/N—”

“You’re meaning to tell me,” you said pointing to the door.

           “That I’m supposed to believe that some extremely powerful force of ‘cosmic energy’ formed itself into a little girl, and you decided to make the impulsive decision of just taking it with you?”  

           “It’s not like that, Y/N,” he replied.

           “I’ve known about her for a little over a year now.”

           You couldn’t lie, that shocked you a little bit.

           “A year?”

           “Listen,” he said.

           “A year and a half ago were investigating a situation in Norway. One thing led to another and we ended up in an underground science lab with two scientists observing some type of glowing anomaly in the shape of a cube that they were carefully monitoring and studying. Sam and I made it our responsibility to keep this hidden and make sure it stays hidden.”  

           “So what does this have to do with—”

           He stopped you from finishing your sentence.

           “Two months later they call us to fly over and it seems that overnight this glowing anomaly somehow formed itself into this little girl that calls herself Kobik.”

           If you didn’t trust him as much as you did, you would be calling bullshit at this point. You didn’t even know that these kinds of things were humanly possible. Granted, you also didn’t think it humanly possible for a bunch of aliens to pretty much destroy New York, or for another batch of aliens to come down and somehow make half of the earth’s—No, the universe’s population disappear. So you continued to listen.

           “A few days ago we get a notice that the lab’s been breached, and by the time we got there, the two scientists are dead. When we get there to check out the scene we find that the five grown men that broke in were also dead. And a minute later we found Kobik shaking all alone in a corner.”  

           Your heart broke for her for a split second. But then you let his words sink in before realizing...

           “Wait,” you said

           “You said the intruders were dead.”

           He nodded.

           “Who killed…”

           He knew that you knew that answer.

           “She had to defend herself,” he shrugged.

           “And how did she do that, Bucky? She’s tiny.”

           And that’s when you realized that there was even more to the story.

           “Once she took form, they made it their focus to study the extent of her powers along with her behaviors. She talks, plays, and overall acts like a child of the age that she took form in…But in the wrong hands she could be used and abused into being a powerful weapon.”

           “So why did you take it?” You asked.

“It obviously can defend itself.”

           He didn’t seem thrilled about you talking about it like it was an inanimate object.

           “We don’t know if it was a fluke or not. She may not know how to properly defend herself and won’t get so lucky the next time. Next thing you know she could end up in the wrong hands. And she was scared, Y/N. I…We couldn’t just leave her.”

           You stressfully ran your fingers against your scalp through your hair.  

           “So what now?” you asked.

“She’s going to just stay here? In this abandoned half build house?”  

“No.”  

“…So is Sam going to keep her somewhere?”

The longer he stared at you the dizzier you started getting, understanding what he was actually asking.

“Y/N,” he said softly.

“I’m the only one she trusts.”

His last words fell into the background as you suddenly leaned over and threw up the entirety of your lunch…maybe even breakfast.

He held your hair back until you finally stopped.

“Bucky, you’re not saying,” you croaked while wiping your mouth.

“Tell me you’re not saying that you want to take her in.”

“Y/N, she’s scared. And I’m the only one she trusts to be around.”

You shot up and involuntarily started shaking your head.

No. This was not happening. He was not bringing a lethal science experiment into our house.

The world began to spin again as you probably got up too quickly, but you were good at playing it off. Why couldn’t he just be normal and bring an abandoned puppy home or something?

Regardless, there was no way that this could happen. There was no way that you could let this happen. You didn’t know who was going to invade your house to try to come to collect it. Much worse, you didn’t know how dangerous this thing was. What it could do to either of you when you least expected. What if it…she got startled in the middle of the night and activated some type of lasers in her eyes and cut you in half?

So you said what you needed to say.  

“No.”    

“Y/N,” he replied sympathetically.

“I know that this may be a lot so suddenly but—”

“No!” you said again putting your foot down.

“We can’t…Not right now. It’s not a good time”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Damn it.

“This isn’t some abandoned puppy that you found across the road, James! You brought home this radioactive weapon that people, might I add, bad people are looking for. And they’re not even the ones that I’m scared of!”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“After all that just came out of your mouth in the past 15 minutes, you really just had the nerve to tell me that I’m the one that’s not making any sense?” you exclaimed.

“What doesn’t make any sense is that your excuse is that this isn’t the right time. What do you mean by it’s not the right time, Y/N?”

“We…I have a lot of serious shit going on right now, okay?”

“I thought you were taking time off of work,” he pointed out.

“I am, okay? It’s just…”  

You paused, you didn’t know what to say or even how to say it.

“Is there something that I need to know? What does timing have to do with anything?”

“I…well…” you stuttered.

“Spit it out, Y/N.”

You sighed in defeat. You didn’t have a choice now.

“Because damnit, Bucky!” you shouted, startling yourself by how loud you were. But there was no stopping now.

“I’m pregnant.”

[neo-culture-mafia]

Nct Dream Reaction to You Coloring Their Tattoos

Mark:

“You have got to be kidding me.” He deadpanned as he saw you walk towards him with a bucket of markers. “Nope. Now relax. I’m gonna make you pretty.” You booped his nose and sat next to him on the couch. His notebook laid on his lap as you picked what colors to use on the mean looking dragon that made its home on his forearm. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” “Making you pretty?” 

He could only sigh. “They have very important meanings-” “I’m naming the dragon, Binguu.” He gave up on the matter and let you have your fun. He was praying to a higher being that he wasn’t called out on any important mission or meeting anytime soon. “Whatever you do. Don’t use pin-” He looked down to see you coloring in the dragon with hot-pink, “pink.” his voice trailed off. 

You shrugged and continued your latest task.

Mark grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels of the TV silently. He would get lost in the feeling of the markers going across his skin.

“It’s pretty though.” “Yes, it is, honey. Very pretty.”

Renjun: 

He should’ve seen it coming at some point. He told himself that he wasn’t going to let you do it and that he would put his foot down. They were important to him and sacred in his mind...but you were too...needless to say that his plan didn’t work out too well. 

Renjun had helped you get through an anxiety attack and you were just trying to forget about it. So, in order to keep yourself busy, you pulled out your markers and paper. Yet, it got boring and the thoughts started to seep into your mind once again. 

You started drawing a small flower on Renjun’s hand which was coloring his own page respectively. He froze and stared at the new blue-lopsided flower on his hand. He just looked at you to read your emotions. “What are you doing?” Was all he asked. No emotions. No tone. Just a simple question. “What? You don’t like it?” Your eyes began to get misty again and he couldn’t bear to see you cry anymore. 

“No. I think it’s pretty. I just wanna know why you drew it on me.” He laughed lightly. “Pretty people deserve pretty things.” You shrugged and his heart twinged. “I totally agree.” He smiled as he continued to draw on his paper. 

You carried on coloring the tattoos on his hands, making sure to not get the color on his rings. He put down his own pens and markers to just admire you color his tattoos and draw on his arm. He smiled as you drew little soldiers fighting the dragon on his forearm.

“How’d you draw that?”

[ a/n: he’s literally so adorable I don’t understandddddd]

Jeno:

Jeno didn’t mind, honestly. You were babysitting some children of the older members and decided coloring was how you would occupy the little ankle biters.

He was sitting at his desk doing work on his computer when he heard shuffling outside the door. He tuned his ears in and looked down to see multiple shadows under his door.

“Now we have to be quiet so Uncle Jeno doesn’t hear us.” He heard your voice say loudly enough for him to get the jist of what you were trying to do. He went back to what he was doing as he could see the door open in his peripheral vision. He saw you and the group of kids army crawl towards his desk with markers in hand. 

He sighed once he knew what was coming. 

He then felt the felt-tipped attack on his legs.  ‘Shorts were a terrible choice’ was all he thought.

Jeno could hear the children’s giggles as his heart filled with joy. He saw you creep around the desk and sit next to him. You started coloring in the tattoos on his thigh as he flicked your forehead, “What are you doing?” He mouthed. “Helping. Now shh.” You motioned and he could only chuckle at your childishness. 

A solid 20 minutes later you yawned and stood up. “Retreat! He saw us!” You yelled and all the children ran out screaming and yelling, marker-stained hands holding their weapons. You leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Back to work.” You rubbed his back before walking back out of his office door. He put his glasses on and stared at his monitor. Jeno put on his best shocked voice as his hands wrote down chemical formulas in his notebook.

“oH No wHAt hApPEnEd To mY LeGS?!”

[he’s so adorableeeee. ugh such a cutie-patootie]

Donghyuck:

He simply just laughed in your face when you asked. “No. Now go. The match is about to start.” He shoo’ed you away as he put his gaming headphones back on his head. You were pouty now. You just wanted to color his tattoos...not rob a bank with him. 

“Lele please choose your player already.” Hyuck groaned and scrolled through his phone mindlessly until the countdown began. You were pissed now. It was his day off and he was ignoring you. “You're so annoying.” You pouted as you walked out of the bedroom. 

This wasn’t going to end here. You were going to get the final say even if it killed you. 

You could hear Hyuck shouting in his room at the monitor. You grabbed your markers, snacks, and one of your stuffed animals and then army crawled back in to the bedroom. You went undetected as you rolled close to the gaming chair and started silently searching. For what? a chord that could be used as a makeshift rope. 

The PC wire would have to do as you strapped his ankles down to the chair. He went unbothered as you uncapped the first marker. It was as if he was completely zoned out of reality. Your markers made shapes and colored in the permanent images. A good half an hour went by of snacking and coloring.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow at training.” You heard your husband say goodbye to his friends and before you could stop him, he managed to push away from the table and was already staring at you. 

You laid curled up under his gaming desk with markers and a snack in hand. He didn’t look the happiest as he slouched in his chair and leaned his head on his hand. His eyebrow stay raised as he only stared you down with no intention of speaking. 

“Uh...want a cookie?” You asked with a sheepish smile. But he wasn’t laughing.

 “5.” You looked down to your package of cookies and realized there were only a couple left. “I...I don’t have that-” “4.” You were confused as you stared at the 3 in the package. “3.” A dawn of realization overcame you as you scrambled to try and untie his legs. Your fear washed over you when he could easily pull on the chord and his feet were free. 

“Gotta go-” “2.” You got up and started sprinting out of the door. You heard footsteps come behind you and then silence. 

“I KNEW YOU WERE DOING IT BUT YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST TRIED HARDER.” His voice echoed down the hall as it chased your laughs. “I WONDER IF YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS WANT TATOOS ALSO.” Your laughing had stopped and you started sprinting back down the hall as the door slammed in your face.

You started banging on the door relentlessly. “YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH MR.BUBBLES! I WILL SACRIFICE YOU TO THE UNDERWORLD HYUCK I SWEAR ON MY LI-” The door opened suddenly and you fell into the arms of Donghyuck. 

“I was just joking. Calm down, cutie.” He ruffled your hair as he held you in his arms for a moment. 

“Not funny.” You pouted. “Awe look at you.” He pinched your cheek and you swatted his hand away. “Oh don’t be like that.” He held you tighter. “Come on let’s go cuddle and then I can help you finish coloring my tattoos.” He scooted over and slammed you both on the bed in a tangle of blankets and cuddles. 

He started kissing all over your face just to see you annoyed and flustered with all the attention. His laugh was music to your ears as he ended up just laying comfortably on top of you. 

“I’ll help you make them actually look nice.” 

Jaemin:

“Hell would freeze over before I let you near my tats with any of those markers.” Jaemin called as you followed him down the hall to the shared bedroom. “Pretty please?” You asked one more time drawing out the last syllable. “No.” Was all he said as he dove onto the bed. 

You came up with a devious plan. If he were to catch you, it would be the worst ending to this wish you had in your mind since first sight of his tattoos. They were a color page waiting to be filled in. The desire got too much. It was happening once and for all. 

You went into Jae’s work bag to get rope and to see if he has handcuffs. Just rope and duct tape. This was going to have to be quick. “Jaemin!” You called from the kitchen in a panicked voice. You heard a thud and a curse before footsteps rushing towards where you were sat with the rope. 

“What happened, prin-” Before he could get the last word out, you hopped on his back and pushed him down to the ground. Your hands guarded his head as he landed with an ‘oof’. “I thought I wouldn’t have to do this.” You said trying to grab his arms. You rethought your plan once again as it dawned on you what he did for a living. “Whoops.” Was all you got it before it registered. 

Jaemin pushed himself up off the floor and throwing you off of his back just to pin you against the ground. His knee came up to squish your arms against your back as his hand pushed your head onto the floor. 

“Why would you do that?!” He realized what he did a little too late and released some of his pressure on you. “I was gonna tie you up and color on you!” You wheezed as your face was still smooshed against the carpet. “You’re still on this?!” “I’ve been on this since I have seen them but now you’re on me and its getting hard to breathe. Get off!” You called and he immediately took his knee off your back and arms. He helped you up with a laugh at your disheveled state.

“If it’s this serious to you then it’s fine. I don’t mind.” He smoothed your hair out just to pinch your cheek softly.

~~

“It’s been 3 hours can I get up now?” Jaemin groaned. “I still have rug burn on my face.” “You’ve been coloring on my back for too long.” He whined and you sighed getting off his back and sitting next to him. “Fine. I’m done.” You pouted. He got up and ran towards the closest mirror. He was actually pretty surprised on how much he liked it.

He could see his koi fish having new designs and more detail.

“...you did good-” “great.” “yeah whatever. don’t get a big head, princess. your crown won’t fit.”

Chenle:

Lele didn’t know you would go as far as you did.

“I don’t think that’s what they’re...” He could see how excited you were. You had walked up to him with a bucket of markers and an innocent smile. “I don’t think that’s what they’re for.” He laughed nervously.

You groaned and sat next to him. “You’re no fun.” You pouted and he could only shrug. “Oh well, y/n.” He pecked your cheek as you both watched the movie he had turned on. 

~~

2 hours later and Chenle was passed out. This was the most perfect time to get away with your master plan. You shimmied out of his grip and slipped down to the floor where you picked up your marker bucket and quietly searched for the perfect color. You found a crystal blue and knew it was destiny for you to color the dragon this cool blue. You uncapped the marker and moved closer to his sleeping body. 

Yet, before you could even come 5 cm from his skin, his hand came to grip your wrist harshly. He was shocked he did that himself as he was trying to piece together the small puzzle. He saw you, the marker, and his clear skin and sighed as he knew that you hadn’t gotten away with it yet. 

He groaned and laid down on his back where his arms were under his head. It was silent for only a moment before he slipped his arm out of his hoodie and letting it hang off the side of the couch.

“Please don’t make a mess, baby.” He whispered and you smiled as you uncapped your marker and started to color in the designs slowly and with grace. You didn’t notice how Lele looked at you lovingly as time passed slowly. His alertness slipped your mind as you got lost in your own little world until his voice made you jump.

“I would have used pink myself, but nice artistic choice.”

Jisung:

“ONLY...if I can help.” His one condition made your heart leap. “Of course!” You threw the markers at him and started to lay your color palette down on his arm. “Did you name any of them?” You asked and he looked at you only for a moment. “Name who- What?” You pointed to his arm to the fox and dragon. He chuckled but shook his head, ‘no’.

“Okay so I’m going to name them.” You started rambling on and he just watched in awe. “...I thought you were helping.” You said as you noticed him not helping like he said he would. “Oh. Uh. Yeah.” He picked up a random marker but you didn’t catch him after that.

At one point he had his free hand under his head as you worked on filling his arm with color. He didn't have a lot of tattoos but he still had a enough for you to keep busy for a couple hours. 

“Did you get Jeno’s homework done yet?” He messed up your hair and you groaned. “Yeah. Did you?” “No. I couldn’t find the conversion charts.” You tsk’ed as you completed a drawing on his arm. 

He laughed as he looked down to see ninjas swinging and flipping off of his fox and onto his dragon just to fall off and splat against his watch. “Clever.” he said but you weren’t done. You continued the task and he made small talk as you colored and drew more. 

“Now this is important.” You pointed a finger at him as the marker worked quickly. “What’s important?” His eyebrow raised. “Don’t smear the red. It takes a little while to dry-” “Like this.” As he began to smear the red on your cheek. “Jisung no!” You groaned as you tried to wipe the dye off just for it to smear more.

“Ah you’re so adorable.” He pulled you to lay next to him as you retaliated with a bold red stripe on his cheek just for him to start rubbing his cheek on your’s. “This totally sucks.” You tried to push him away with no luck.

“No this feels pretty nice to me.”

[mimisempai]

True love cannot be concealed

Summary:

5 times where people discover that Loki and Mobius are together and once where nobody is fooled.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32309122

2182 words - Rating G

1.

Miss minutes was heading towards her monitor, after a little night tour in the TVA complex. She found herself in a hallway she hadn't been in for some time, as it was the TVA's senior members' apartments. It was dark and silent.

A sudden noise startled her, so she slipped into the next hallway and looked around. She heard muffled voices but saw no one. Miss Minutes had always been curious. After all, people couldn't do much to her, and besides, she was small so she wasn't noticed. She walked down the hallway, closer to the voices and then stopped in front of a door when she recognized one of the voices. It was the voice of their new supervisor.

"Stop that right now!" Mobius murmured sharply.

Miss minutes wondered who he could be talking to like that in the middle of the night. She also knew that if there was one person who would absolutely not appreciate her eavesdropping, it was Mobius.

Then she recognized the second voice.

"I don't think you really want this, Mobius..." whispered Loki. Though Miss Minutes was slightly shocked at this point, she continued to listen.

"Loki, not here...." then Mobius' voice faded away and there was silence. Miss minutes wondered if she should leave or stay. But curiosity was the strongest and she wanted to see. So she slowly passed her little body through the opening of the door.

Luckily she was not made of flesh and blood, because she would have fainted.

Mobius was standing on the other side of the room, with his back against the wall, and Loki right in front of him, holding him by the wrists. Which would be a strange enough image, but that's not all. They were kissing and as far as she could tell, they were kissing passionately.

Loki and Mobius! Come to think of it, she should have known better, all those looks, brushes, gentle banter, all those clues were evidence of what was going on between the two men.

Seeing that things were heating up, she stepped back on the tips of her little feet and quickly headed back to her first destination.

2.

It was the first Christmas after the TVA's restructuring and Carol, ex-Hunter C-20, was taking advantage of the calm in the hallways to take a little walk before returning to her apartment when she heard Mobius' voice.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Then she heard a second voice that belonged to none other than Loki

"I could ask you the same thing.''

After a pause, he continued, "You're not hiding from me, are you?".

Carol found there was a strange undertone in Loki's voice, as if he wanted to taunt Mobius, and it was very strange.

Loki seemed to have an extremely high respect for Mobius, so why would he talk to him like that?

"Don't be ridiculous, why would I hide from you, Loki?" replied Mobius gently.

"Oh, maybe you weren't hiding from me specifically. But there's quite a bit of mistletoe everywhere. So I wonder if that's what you were worried about." said Loki openly, teasing.

"You wouldn't dare Loki, right?"

There was no answer to the question and the silence seemed to drag on.

Carol waited a few seconds before glancing behind the wall.

It was rather dark, but she could clearly see the two men, pressed against each other.

Loki was holding his hand up. In the palm of his hand was a branch of mistletoe with green wisps around it, typical of his magic, and they were close, so close, pressing against each other, then Loki bent his head and…

Refusing to watch more, Carol went back the other way.

Although she had a huge urge to share this secret with her friends, she knew she wouldn't. The secret was not hers, and when Loki and Mobius were ready to share it, they would. But the idea of this unexpected couple warmed her heart. After all, seeing friends happy together was a great Christmas present.

3.

For Casey, the restructuring of the TVA had been a little difficult, because he had to take in a lot of new information. Intensive courses were held and he wanted to take them all to catch up.Between his classes and his work at the TVA he was overloaded with work and he wanted to take advantage of his break to go and rest in a quiet place.

He walked along a few hallways to a restroom that he knew was unoccupied at that time of day. Just as he turned the corner he heard voices behind the door.He was about to leave when he heard the familiar voice of Mobius

"Are you sure about this, Loki?"

"What, are you trying to talk me out of it? "

Casey was about to open the door, happy to spend a moment with his favorite people from the TVA. His first friends whom he respected immensely.

However Mobius spoke again and Casey didn't want to intrude on what seemed to be a private conversation after all.

"Of course not, but I don't want to be something you regret tomorrow morning or in a few days."

"I will never regret you Mobius, never."

He didn't mean to pry, he really didn't, but the conversation had stopped a good 20 seconds ago, and Casey was too curious for his well-being.

So he discreetly slipped his head through the door, just enough to see if everything was okay.

But he soon realized that everything was perfectly fine, and above all he understood the reason for this prolonged silence.

Both Loki and Mobius had their lips occupied with... other activities than making conversation for once.

Casey couldn't suppress a smile, because Casey was always happy to see people they liked happy.

4.

HB aka ex-HB summoned a Timedoor to return from a mission.  It was a door that led directly into the office of Mobius who had taken Ravonna's position.

She went through the door and found herself in her former boss' office, which had changed a lot and was much less solemn.HB liked what Mobius had done with it. Especially the three imposing statues of the time keepers were gone.

The door that opened suddenly startled her, and by reflex, she backed up behind a bookcase.

Mobius and Loki were talking animatedly while entering the office, Mobius took his place behind his desk while Loki sat unceremoniously on his lap.

HB struggled to hold back a surprised gasp.

"Loki, not in my office, we've been over this."

Despite Mobius' protest, the way he tightened his arms around Loki's waist left no doubt that he was enjoying the situation very much.

"Just a minute, it's been at least three hours since I've seen you, and even longer since we've been alone together. Just a kiss and I'll be on my way."

Loki made a pout that Mobius was clearly unable to resist which didn't surprise HB, Loki had Mobius wrapped around his little finger since the first day they met.

"Loki, you know we're not going to stop at this."

"I can't help it if you're irresistible..."

"But this time we can't, in five minutes HB is supposed to be back from a mission, to make her mission briefing."

"What, you and HB alone in this office, like you and me?"

HB hardly restrained her laughter.

"Very funny, really. As much as I like HB you know very well that I only love you. "

This time HB hardly held back her gagging. Too much sap.

Loki made another pout which Mobius quickly wiped away with his lips before pushing him away.

"Come on, go to work now!"

Loki laughed as he headed for the door, then turned and blew a kiss, literally. There were two small green lips that flew towards Mobius and then placed a smacking kiss on his cheek.

"You don't know what you're missing! " Loki said as he closed the door behind him.

Mobius smiled fondly as he leaned back in his chair, "How about you tell me about your mission, HB?"

5.

Sylvie was tired. She hadn't been home in over 72 hours and if she took more than ten steps without sleeping, she would fall to the ground. All she wanted to do was take a little nap to recharge her batteries.

She headed to the small break room where there were a few cots that were quite comfortable for the little nap she wanted to take.  Unfortunately, she didn't go any further than the door, because as soon as she opened it, she saw Mobius and Loki sitting on one of the beds, very close, with their backs to her.

They had a conversation in low voice, which seemed very animated and that Sylvie did not manage to understand. She was torn between the idea of interrupting what was going on between them and looking for another place. On one hand, she didn't want to bother them, but on the other hand her mischievous side and her desire to rest were very strong.

Maybe she could just sit on one of the beds and they wouldn't notice her, she was so tired she was sure she would be able to fall asleep even if the two men started yelling. She was about to put this plan into action when Loki put his arm around Mobius and pulled him against his chest.

She had to go now, she couldn't stay.

The next few seconds passed in slow motion. Sylvie took a step back as Loki turned his head to place a kiss on Mobius' hair, and looked into her eyes.  She saw his eyes widen and his body stiffen, causing Mobius to turn around to see what could have caused such a reaction in his companion.

Mobius said simply, "I know I'm not the kind of companion you were hoping for Loki, but get used to it, you'll be seeing more of this kind of situation in the future. Loki and I are together."

Sylvie answered simply, surrendering, "I basically just wanted a bed to sleep in, what you two do is none of my business." She was too tired to say anything more.

"Are you coming, Loki?" Mobius had walked over to the door and was holding out his hand to Loki.

Loki, looking baffled, hurried to join him. Mobius saw his face and said, "What? I never intended to hide. I'm proud to have you by my side."

Then they headed for the exit.

"You know I never had any expectations for Loki, but if I did, you would have met all the qualifications."

It was Mobius' turn to look baffled as Sylvie, ignoring them both, went to take a well-deserved rest.

+1

"Ah there you are Loki. I would like to see something with you about the upcoming mission."

"Morning Mobius, I'm glad to see you too."

"Hello Mobius!" echoed a chorus of voices.

Mobius rolled his eyes in greeting, "Ah, Casey, Sylvie, HB you are here too. Hello."

"And I'm here too," added Miss Minutes.

"Yes, yes hello to you too!"

"Yes," HB added with a chuckle, "apparently we work here too."

"You guys don't stand a chance, he only sees me," Loki replied cheekily.

"Getting back to the mission Loki, we should review the different parameters-" Mobius stopped in the middle of his sentence, licked his lip before resuming, "ahem, the different parameters." Then, leaning forward, he continued, so that only Loki could hear him.

"Don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

"Don't you like it?" replied Loki, looking totally innocent before answering with equal brazenness, "It's your fault, please stop looking so kissable."

However, if Loki was the god of Malice, Mobius could sometimes be the master of it.

"First of all you know very well that the one who looks the most kissable of the two of us, it's you." murmured Mobius pointing at him before continuing, "and if you don't stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on your desk."

Loki suddenly stood up, and said in a louder voice.

"Very well Supervisor Mobius, I think we're going to have to do a little more work on the mission! In order not to disturb my dear colleagues, I suggest we do this in your office."

"I couldn't agree more, Agent Loki, plus the coffee is much better there."

Loki stood up quickly and they both headed for the door.

The way their heads were tilted towards each other, the way their arms and hands brushed against each other at every opportunity, the way they communicated with their eyes, all those little details, left no doubt about the nature of their relationship for those who knew them.

"I wonder if it will ever get old," HB asked as she watched them walk away.

"I don't think so," replied Sylvie.

"You are unfortunately right," added Miss Minutes.

Then, shaking their heads and smiling, they all got back to work.

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Whole series here : Together, for all time, always

Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

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Gundham, Kazuichi, and Mikan with an Ultimate veterinarian S/O

warnings; light cussing, unedited, inaccurate depictons of what vets do, gender neutral pronouns for reader, gn!reader

Request; Hi there! Can I request gundham, kazuichi, and mikan with an Ultimate veterinarian S/O? Maybe they have wild animals by their side all the time :) thanks!

Gundham

◊ Gundham would trust you 100%

◊ He relies on you a bunch.

◊ Knowing that you are a veterinarian who loves animals, is all he needed to know to trust his life and the dark devas life with you.

◊ Gundham is pretty protective and careful with his devas, so if anytime the devas showed signs of a small sickness, he’d immediately go to you.

◊ He’d be so concerned for his devas so he would always go to you to see what’s wrong.

◊ Most of the time, the devas are fine and Gundham was just being a worried dad.

◊ But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get a biiiiiiit happy every time he rushed into your clinic with a worried expression on his face.

◊ You assure him that his devas look fine, but he still insists you check them thoroughly.

◊ As usual, they are fine and he looks relieved.

◊ Though actually, one time he had faked his worry for the devas so he could have an excuse to see you.

◊ He was planning to ask you out while you examined his loyal companions.

◊ “So erm, how are my dark devas doing? Perfectly, I assume.” He spoke in his low tone of voice. “Well, Maga-G, Sun-D and Jum-P are doing fine. Except for Cham-P, he may be a tad dehydrated. If you monitor him carefully and make sure he drinks water, he’ll be good.” Gundham nodded with a nervous but confident grin, words not quite hitting his ears yet, “Indeed, so would you like to- Wait WHAT-?” Gundham paled, registering your words a bit too slow and freaking out.

◊ “Cham-P iS DYING?? WHAT WILL I- Oh goD-” Gundham hyperventilates, grabbing your hands unconsciously and squeezing them so tight it slightly hurt. 

◊ “Please, S/o, save his life!!”

◊ You looked at him with surprise, face heating up at the sudden touch.

◊ ”G-gundham, Cham-P isn’t dying, he just needs to drink more water.” You cut off.

◊ Gundham suddenly froze, face heating up from the realization of his hands in yours.

◊ “O-oh, I see my mistake.” You laughed at his reaction, relishing in the feeling of his hands still resting in yours.

◊ “So what did you want to ask me earlier?” Gundham’s eyes widened, “Oh uh- I was just wondering if... Yo-you’d help me nurse Cham-P back to health?” He chickened out at the last minute, mentally scolding himself for losing his confidence.

◊ Though you knew that wasn’t what he meant to say since you had told him about Cham-P after he had tried to ask you something, you still accepted happily.

◊ Your animals and his dark devas had a few debates as you and Gundham helped Cham-P drink from the water nozzle thingy.

◊ “Water is not wet.” Maga-G scoffed, examining his nails. “Okay but, water makes things wet, so how is it not wet?” Your bird argued, looking at Maga-G with disbelief. “I have to pee.” Jum-P blurted out, hopping back inside the cage to do his business. “Can I come!?” San-D followed suit, hopping into the cage as well.

◊ “What do you think they’re talking about?” You questioned, looking at the animals argue.

◊ “Obviously, they are discussing their plan to destroy the world. My dark devas have the intelligence of a god!” Gundham boasted, staring at the dark devas with pride.

◊ “-No, you’re wrong, I’m right, shut up.” Maga-G ended the argument unfairly, stomping his foot down(if you get the reference, ily).

Kazuichi

◊ Kazuichi would be scared when he first saw you walk by with your army of animals following you.

◊ “I-is that a tiger!?”

◊ He’d be kind of intimidated by you at first, not wanting to get on your bad side and have your animals maul him.

◊ Other than your army of animals catching his eye, he thought you were pretty cute.

◊ Though he was itching to ask you out, he was too scared to go within 5 meters distance near you.

◊ He’d kind of just, scream cheesy pick-up lines to you.

◊ “HEY S/O! ARE Y-” “What!?” “ARE YOU-” “Can you come closer!? I can’t hear you!” “HAHAHA, N-NEVERMIND IT’S NOTHING!”

◊ Eventually, Kazuichi warmed up to your animals(it’s kind of the opposite really-).

◊ Funny story how actually, Kazuichi was working on the underbelly of his machines, and he needed his wrench. Assuming Fuyuhiko was still there—Which he wasn’t—, he asked for a wrench.

◊ (un)Luckily for him, one of your dogs had been there, and it had picked up the wrench and brought it to Kazuichi’s outstretched hand. 

◊ “Thanks, Fuyu.” He accepted the wrench, expecting a grunt of ‘You’re welcome.’

◊ He, however, did not expect a very loud, “BORK!” in return.

◊ He screeched, wincing as he jolted up and hit his forehead on the hard metal underneath his machine.

◊ Not long after the bark echoed through the area, you had come running, your forehead creased from worry.

◊ “Oh, there you are!” You huffed out in relief as your eyes caught sight of the familiar coloured fur.

◊ You looked down at Kazuichi’s bottom half sticking out underneath from a machine, hearing a groan coming from him.

◊ “Kazuichi?” You squealed when you heard a- “S-s/o!?” come from underneath the machine, A “BANG!” following after.

◊ “Ow- U-uh hey S/o..!” He greeted waving his hand awkwardly from underneath the metal. 

◊ “Uh, A-are you going to come out?” You asked, concerned for—what sounded like—his head injury.

◊ “U-um nope. It’s uh, it’s cozy underneath here.” He refused politely, not wanting you to see his red face. 

◊ Literally red(or pink??) face; Blood had been running down his fucking forehead from the two hard bonks against the metal.

◊ The dog could smell the bullshit(and the blood) emitting from Kazuichi’s words, and bit gently onto his sneaker, urging out a scream from the pinkette.

◊ It pulled him out from underneath the machine, revealing his bloody forehead.

◊ You gasped in shock as you hurried him up to his feet, hastily bringing him to your clinic.

◊ He blushed at your close proximity, letting you drag him to a waiting seat.

◊ He watched warily as your animals ran into the backroom of your clinic, bringing you medical supplies as you carefully examined his forehead. 

◊ The animals watched you two as you disinfected his forehead, making Kazuichi nervous from the many tiny animal eyes glaring into him.

◊ He tensed as he felt a ferret climb his shoulder, clenching his eyes shut. 

◊ The ferret kissed him on his forehead, leaving you and him speechless.

◊ Well shit, the ferret had more confidence than you.

Mikan

◊ Mikan thought your ultimate was pretty cool!

◊ Since you were both in the medical field, you two had many things to talk about, therefore getting along unsurprisingly well.

◊ At first, she was a bit scared of your big animals, your small ones not so much.

◊ All your animals seemed to really really like her, and they’d be pretty protective of her.

◊ If Teruteru had said something perverted to her, one of your bears would maul him. 

◊ Everyone cheered as the bear kept on swinging TeruTeru’s arm in its jaw.

◊ That one time Hajime made Mikan cry, one of your lizards had slipped off Mikan and bit his finger.

◊ “Not cool, Hajim-“ Nagito started, before glancing down on his bloody finger, “Oh shit, are you okay??” 

◊ There’s always at least one of your animals stuck onto her just in case she gets picked on by Hiyoko or TeruTeru.

◊ They always have her back!

◊ If Hiyoko insulted Mikan for no good reason, the monkeys would pull her pigtails whilst the cats quickly ran to her dorm to shit inside it.

◊ Hiyoko stopped messing around with Mikan after that.

◊ Those times she trips and falls in very inconvenient positions, the animals cover her or scare everyone else away until you or someone trusted comes and helps.

◊ As the animals always have her back, she always has theirs.

◊ If someone tried to attack one of your animals, she’ll cover the animals and take the hit for them.

◊ Though before anyone could get hurt, your tiger had already pounced on the assaulter, tearing off their pants and watching as they ran away from the humiliation.

◊ If you’re busy healing one of the animals and can’t take care of the rest at the moment, Mikan will be your number #2 and she’ll help in any way she can!

◊ She remembers each animal’s feeding time to heart, never forgetting to feed them or give them water.

◊ She cherishes the animals almost as much as she cherishes you.

◊ She adores how kind you are to the animals and her, falling in love with your sweet personality.

◊ Mikan kind of becomes your wife and the animals being your shared children together.

◊ It’s really cute when you see the animals cuddle up to her while she pets them, it just makes you want to get on one knee.

◊ You are indefinitely thankful for her care, you’re sure you love her.

◊ Sooner or later, you two finally get together.

◊ All thanks to your animals actually, they did that classic nudge where you two kissed on accident.

◊ After you two get into a relationship, expect lots of cuddles.

◊ Correction, expect lots of cuddles with the animals.

◊ They regularly interrupt your quiet time with her by climbing in between and around the two of you, creating a safe and warm barrier. 

◊ As you’re always caring for your many animals, you sometimes forget to take care of yourself, so she’d also make sure you were okay too.

◊ Since she was the ultimate nurse, she knew humans better and so she knew when you weren’t taking care of yourself.

◊ She would get concerned for you as you overworked yourself, therefore reminding you to take care of yourself-

◊ Before immediately apologizing for her worries, afraid you thought she was clingy. 

◊ After assuring her you could never think that she was clingy, you promised her you’d take care of yourself, kissing her worried tears away.

◊ You’d do anything for Mikan, and she would do the same.

note; sorry if it’s a bit rushed!! i hope you enjoy anyways though, tysm for reading!

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.9)

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You wait outside the nurse's office beside Jay in complete silence. You were both waiting for someone to burst out the door in front of you to rest assure Jungwon's condition.

"You can go to class, I'll stay and wait for Jungwon." Jay broke the noiseless lounge as his eyes laid flat on the grim grey floor. You were willing to stick around but realized  it would be better if you were to just leave. Jungwon probably wouldn't want to see you after the minor argument. You simply nodded your head and left without another word.

When you had arrived in your astronomy class you carefully explained yourself, explaining Jay would be gone for most of the afternoon. Your teacher listened intently and understood every word well. Sitting in your usual spot, a wave of frustration washes over you once you remember Sunghoon had stolen your book for the class. You could only hope the new interesting concept of the class would jog your mind off of things to which it did. However, as the class came to a close you couldn't help birdwatch Jay's desk. Jay's absence for the entire class continued to make you worry about Jungwon and his condition.

Sending yourself out of the class in a daze, you began to join the trail of the halls. You met Nana and Dahee walking out of their class at the same time to your surprise, "Oh! Y/N!" With an abrupt slide to slow down you let the two girls catch up to you, "Sorry we couldn't eat lunch with you and Hyesun, we went to track tryouts." Nana gleefully explained.

"It's fine, I had detention for half of lunch and then got caught up in something..." Your head going straight back to Jungwon, "We should all be apologizing to Hyesun right now..." Immediately you got reminded about what Hyesun had mentioned to you earlier, "Hey, Dahee... I actually really need to speak to you about something in private." You asked shamelessly.

Nana looked at you both suspiciously but ultimately respected the privacy you desired, "I'll get going to my last class then, girls." She tapped both of your shoulders before joining the flowing current of the hallway.

You went with Dahee to a more private space, under one of the stairwells of the school. "Dahee, Hyesun told me about you and Sunghoon..." You trailed off, hoping you didn't have to say much more as to what you were about to say.

"So you do like him?" Dahee gasped happily to your surprise, "Don't worry I'm not that into him yet... But you should've told us a long time ago!" She nudged you gently in the elbow.

"Yeah! Sorry about that..." You lied with deep despise. You now had to act like you liked Sunghoon and that was the worst feeling ever, "I'll tell you about it later then, you should get going!" You cut the conversation very short so Dahee could both get to her class in time.

"I will! See you!" She waved in a much brighter mood now that you told her you supposedly liked someone for the first time forever.

"Dear Lord, what am I getting myself into?" You muttered furiously. Were you really going the extra mile to protect your friends over some gut feelings? You were literally praying to God that you would receive some sort of reserved spot in heaven for the shadow work you were doing. That is until you were interrupted by a somberly slow clap and a couple of shoes that clacked against the stairs above you.

"Wasn't expecting such a plot twist..." Sunoo came into clear view after reaching the final step at the bottom of the staircase. This was now the second time you were caught being heard by people separate from your plan. "So you didn't like Jungwon, but Sunghoon?!" He giggled in interest and cheap pity. He seemed rather thrilled to overhear your bullshit.

"I..." You could not come up with a reply in fear of both outcomes. By telling the truth or carrying out the lie to people, you were putting yourself in a very sticky situation.

"Dahee and Sunghoon were hitting it off so well the other day, it's a shame you're in the way..." Sunoo made an overly exaggerated glum face to piss you off, "You don't actually like him now, do you?" Sunoo caught on to your intentions, circling around you, "You're just doing it to save her, yes?"

You remained silent, causing Sunoo to stop right behind you where you felt the heat of his body getting closer.

"You're a lot smarter than some girls... It's enticing really... Perhaps that's why the boys are so fond of you?" Sunoo snaked around his arm to have the dull edge of his nail touch the flesh of between your jaw and neck. Slowly he etched a line down until it was right against your throbbing pulse.

You pulled away in shock as to how scandalous the act was, "I need to go... I'm supposed to check on Jungwon." You stepped away to face Sunoo in an abrupt manner.

"I heard about Jungwon's situation from Jay," He held the sharpest part of his chin between his index and middle finger, "Jungwon will just continue to get sick. He's so malnourished."

"Malnourished?" You echoed Sunoo.

"He chose to end up like that." Sunoo walked toward you again but this time passing you, with his shoulder slightly bumping yours, "Don't pity him, darling."

You shuddered. Sunoo was the most mysterious with his hints. He was the hardest to read between the lines with. For some reason, only he out of the boys influenced your thinking pattern.

...

After school and a mediocre meal at dinner, you regretted not at least peeping your head by the nurse's office just once that afternoon. Jungwon had probably been released from health watch but you thought you could've come to terms with him that evening. It was unsatisfying as you didn't feel any closure between the war of words you had with him. What wasn't helping was the stress you also had from Sunghoon.

The daylight vanished rather quick in the colder season of the year and dusk approached rather faster than a candle blowout. Since Sunghoon didn't set a specific time, you just headed out with not a glance at the clock. Your guess was to sneak out as soon as the sun came falling down. Due to the hallway monitors of your school during the late evening, it suddenly became an obstacle you had not planned for. You were confused yourself as to how Sunghoon could sneak out at this time of day, surely sneaking out super late at night was possible but not in the evening. Eventually, you took a trip out of a window on the bottom floor of the dormitory to bypass one of the school monitors.

You were well aware of how idiotic you looked running down the concrete steps and toward the very back of your school where the shadows of the forest shined brightly. You didn't see Sunghoon at all insight which was making your heart thump in fear and anger. There was no way this guy was going to set you up like this? You bit around random parts on the inside parts of your mouth as the sky grew darker every few seconds. With no one around and nothing around to do as you waited for Sunghoon, you approached the line between the woods and open grass field. You began to get deja vu of Jungwon which made you nervous as you felt the same wispy grass tickle at your calves.

"You actually came?" Sunghoon's voice rang in the open air from behind you,  scaring the literal hell out of you.

"Y-yes I did." You sighed as to how close you were to exploring that forest, "Let's just get to the point." You turned your head back just for him to be in your personal space, you almost lost your balance trying to add some room.  

"Walk with me." He ignored your jump into things while crossing the boundary between the skylight of dusk and the darkness of the woods.  With hesitation and no clue as to what was about to go down, you followed him. "What did you want to hear from me again?" He asked carelessly with hands in his pockets as he guided you over a pile of soil and dead leaves.

"Kyungeun." You answered bluntly. "Why is she tied down to you?"

"That son of a bitch. She told you, huh?" He rolled his eyes in dear annoyance, "I guess you could say I have some information about her that would totally diminish her image." He kicked and crunched around a couple of leaves as he dragged his feet. You remembered Jaeyun had told you Kyungeun had secrets, perhaps that was it? Were you allowed to ask him about it?

Making a mental note to ask Kyungeun about it later you brisked forward to the next question, "Okay? But you said she'd be of no use to you when you get your hands on Dahee... What exactly did you mean?" Your heart thumped in loud eagerness as you move behind Sunghoon.

"She doesn't taste as good." Sunghoon paused to have you hear him clearly, "Her blood."

Your face heated up, a vibrant blush sparkling your face before the sickening realization hit you, "D-don't tell me..." The horror spreading like wildfire in your body from your head downwards. You were frozen to the very core as all the puzzle pieces came together. All the times including the gash on Kyungeun's neck, the warnings Sunoo gave, and Heeseung licking your hand... It wasn't just Sunghoon who was a vampire, it was all of the boys...

What Sunghoon faced you with a gentle eyes he withdrew the small book from inside his blazer, making your ankles shake. "I suppose you'll know why I took this now." He shook the book before throwing it in front of you with pity. You simply watched the book plop on the bed of dead leaves before your shoes in no ability to process or produce words. You didn't even feel like picking up the book as you were afraid of reading it's horrific contents.

"W-well you won't be getting your hands on Dahee any time soon." You tremble with a paralyzing fear as you tried to speak. You were regretting the bold comment, for fuck sakes the boy standing before you could kill you right then and there.

He stepped closer and closer to which you stepped further and further. "Well, then I guess I'll keep Kyungeun under my power until the day she dies." His scornful laugh made you shudder painfully. In full defeat, you were sincerely helpless. You felt you couldn't run nor report the boys, who would ever believe you? You began questioning how you even got in this position.

"Wh-why does it have to be them? Can't you just live without blood?!" You cried pathetically as you backed into a hard tree.

"And end up like Jungwon?" Delight crept onto Sunghoon's white face as yours grew in confusion, "He hasn't drunk blood in months, he's so weak to the point where he can't even stand sometimes..." Sunghoon went on to speak his mind, "Heeseung and I were convinced he was messing around you for your blood."

Your eyes shot wide open in disbelief, "Well he's clearly not like you if he's abstaining from blood."

"It's true... Something changed in him recently after he started talking to you. Perhaps he has fallen for a mortal?"

"Go to fucking hell." You muttered at a volume that wasn't loud enough for Sunghoon to hear.

"As soon as I sensed your presence that day in the library, I knew you would fall down this rabbit hole." He hummed while bending to have your eyes both at the same level. "Curiosity killed the cat."

You held your tongue with no desire to respond to Sunghoon as the closeness was now more than dangerous. But your muted self only gave Sunghoon the opportunity to proceeded to taunt you. He began caging you against the tree, causing you to press up against the rough wood where you couple feel every detail of the bark on your back.

"I remember Heeseung telling Jaeyun and I about just how good the blood from finger tasted... How about a deal?" He caught your attention as you met eyes with him. A full set of upper teeth being exposed between his rosy lips. If there was one thing you had been taught by the caregivers of your school, it was to never make deals with the devil. You knew exactly what kind of bargin Sunghoon had in store for you "I'll leave your friends in peace if you promise me this," He said with a small lean forward so that his chin rested on your collarbone earning a gasp from you,

"You'll give me your blood in exchange for theirs."

[ao3theskyisblue]

Counting Time

Summary:

“Son.”

TK lifts his head slowly from where he had been tracing mindless shapes onto Carlos’ hand to stare up at Gabriel blankly. His soon-to-be father-in-law was smiling at him kindly, but TK could see the way it wavered.

“You should get some rest."

"I'm fine."

Written for Day 5 of @911lonestarangstweek : Recovery + “The only person I need right now is you.” 

(A continuation from the little uh...je ne sais quoi on Day 3)

Read on AO3

There are 10,537 dots on the ground.

12.5 per tile, with an occasional special individual sporting 14.

All those were approximate guesses, his eyes never straying away too long from how they were glued on to the person lying supine – and so still – on the hospital bed. Though, he hasn’t moved much himself.

The two times he had was when the heart monitor picked up speed before settling down, and each time TK felt his heart quicken at the anticipation before dropping back down to the ground when it was just a false alarm. His hands once again clenched tightly around the one lying limp beside the figure on the bed, the only warmth emitting from the places he’s touched.

He didn’t need to feel the other one to know it was likely cold to the touch, and focused on the warmth from the one he could feel right now.

Picking at the drawstrings of his yellow hoodie with his one free hand, he knew his fingers were turning pruney from squeezing and rubbing on the course material. He couldn’t remember how exactly he had even gotten changed, and only knew when each day had passed when the same nurse working the morning shift greeted him quietly. There was always a tray of food or a bag of take-out placed in front of him every so often, but he wasn’t keeping track of how much time had passed between each delivery.

The only reason he hadn’t collapsed by now was probably because of his father and Andrea. The only two people that could get him to hold onto something materialistic and gently guide it to his mouth, encouraging him to take small bites and swallow, before washing it down with water.  

“Son.”

TK lifts his head slowly from where he had been tracing mindless shapes onto Carlos’ hand to stare up at Gabriel blankly. His soon-to-be father-in-law was smiling at him kindly, but TK could see the way it wavered.

“You should get some rest. I’ll keep watch and let you know the second anything changes.” Gabriel says softly, but TK just shakes his head like he has the past three days.

“I’m fine.” His voice comes out scratchy, hollow, and he looks back to the comatose figure as Gabriel sighs.

“TK–”

“He might disappear if I close my eyes,” TK could barely get the words out from the shudder that ripples through his body at the reminder, his thoughts an originally blank canvas now filling with only the last few moments of that day, playing in repeat. He holds Carlos’ hand with both of his now, eyes peeled open to catch the slightest movement beneath the closed eyelids. “I won’t– I won’t let him disappear.”

He hears light footsteps that stop in the doorway, and quiet words being exchanged that he couldn’t find it in himself to tune into. Swiping a thumb slowly over Carlos’ wrist, he pauses at his pulse point to feel for any change, the monitors turning into mere background noise after the first day.

“We won’t let him disappear, either.”

TK feels the familiar stinging in his eyes at the tears that just refused to fall when a comforting hand carded through his hair, feeling himself leaning into the soothing gesture. He knows Andrea has pulled up a chair to sit beside him when he feels an arm brushing against his on the seat handles.

“I promise, that when you wake up, he’ll still be here.” Andrea murmurs, and TK knows he shouldn’t believe the open promise that could tear his heart to shreds at any moment, but he wants to.

Oh, did he want to.

“After you get some rest, you can keep watch again.” Gabriel adds gently, sitting on a chair on the opposite side of the bed, exchanging a look with Andrea. This time, when hands slowly pulled him in, he didn’t fight them as he allowed his head to be laid delicately on a warm shoulder. He can smell the sweetness of flowers from the garden on the Reyes family ranch, along with the hint of spices from the kitchen.

There’s a light kiss on his forehead, and TK feels his eyes starting to droop from the exhaustion he’s refused to give into for the past three days. It had been so easy to forgo sleep – the all-consuming fear that gripped him every time he realized that shutting his eyes for just a second might mean he never saw the love of his life ever again outplayed everything else.

“We’ll all still be here when you wake up, sweetheart.”

And those are the last words he hears before succumbing to the darkness.

.

He begins to engage more in conversation the more he stays at the hospital. After numerous visits from the doctors, nurses, and the chief of surgery, TK finally feels safe enough to leave for a quick shower before coming back.

“-and then, he just jumps! Real talk, I have seen my fair share of crazy on the force, but never have I actually seen someone scale a house because the suspect decides roofs are the new concrete flooring. He just grabs a nearby streetlamp and roundhouse kicks the perp and by the time I catch up he’s already got him in handcuffs and begging for his mother.” TK could feel the faintest smile on his lips when Mitchell finishes the story, hearing his team chuckling around him.

“He literally chased someone across a rooftop?” Paul was staring at her in disbelief, stance relaxed as he leaned against the wall, glancing at Carlos who was currently very unaware of the little fireside storytime that was happening around him.

“Across multiple rooftops. The dude did multiple running long jumps.”

“You’re kidding.”

They had just gotten off shift, with some of them having the day off. TK hadn’t expected them to show up at the hospital one by one like a trail of ducklings, especially considering they had already been visiting quite frequently all the other days too. It spoke volumes, and TK felt a familiar pressure building up behind his eyes when Nancy was the next one up to tell her piece.

“Okay so, this had to be…a year in, and since Michelle and him are best buddies, Tim and I hung out with him outside of work quite often.” TK reached out to squeeze her arm comfortingly when her voice shook on Tim’s name. She turned to smile at him, squeezing his hand back with a knowing look in her eyes when he didn’t have the words to say anything.

“We were so sure that he was this quiet albeit kind, and reserved guy. He was always so polite and put together.” Nancy shifts to lean against him fully, and it’s a pillar of support he is undoubtfully grateful for. He can feel Marjan’s hand that hasn’t left his shoulder since they arrived, tethering him to the present.

“Well, when Tim and I got front row seats when he outright roasted this woman during a nuisance call, that was an eye-opener.” TK’s eyes widened at that, unconsciously squeezing the hand on the bed beside him.

His eyes wandered back to Carlos’ still nature, an ache pulling at him, yearning for his fiancé to open his eyes and just join in the conversation.

“Aw man, this was the call I just had to be off shift for. Grace had to fill me in after,” Judd groaned, smiling down at his wife who was grinning up at him, patting his hand on her shoulder consolingly.

“I was the dispatcher,” Grace explained, but smiled mischievously as she nodded for Nancy to continue.

“She was a frequent 911 caller too. Practically every first responder in the city knew her, but what can you do? Well, Carlos wasn’t impressed when she called in to report in an active gunman, with dispatch sending multiple units in with bulletproof vests and guns raised only for her to explain how she just thought her neighbours were too loud, and needed a scare.” Nancy pursed her lips at the end, clearly remembering how well that call went.

“Please tell me they arrested her,” Marjan raised an eyebrow, making a sound of disbelief and TK hid his smile when he heard Mateo exclaim, “The audacity.”

“Oh, they did alright. She was screaming and yelling about how useless all of us were and there were children around. She was sprouting profanities too and we were all just so lost at what to do until Carlos just struts up to the woman, pins her arms behind her back, and slaps on handcuffs.

“She’s yelling at him now, and when she goes to take a breath, he just looks at her all nonchalantly and goes ‘are you done?’

“When she starts preaching about how he has nothing to hold her over, that he can’t just go around arresting people he just casually says, ‘course I can. For making a nuisance 911 call, for being a danger to the public, and for pissing me off,’ before sticking her into the back of his cruiser. I will never forget the look on her face!” Nancy laughs, and TK is honestly at a loss for words.

“Wow. That’s impressive.” There were varying looks of shock and surprise on their faces, and TK breathes in deeply.

“It was probably the children.”

He can feel multiple pairs of eyes on him, and yet, the one pair of eyes he longs for isn’t one of them.

Looking up to meet their gazes, he offers a weak smile.  

“He’s always been attuned to how others are feeling, and those children were probably terrified.” TK says quietly. He hears hums of agreement and understanding and is grateful that none of them push him to say any more.

Just being here, was enough.

The next few hours pass by like this, with everyone swapping stories and just talking about their days. They all made sure that Carlos didn’t miss a single second of everything that had been going on, and TK feels his heart throb with how much he loves and cherishes the family they all built from the ground up.

As he lifts the limp hand to cup his cheek, blinking against the lingering mist that clouds his vision, he hopes that Carlos can feel them all here, and that they’ll all be waiting for him to finally join them.

.

“Gloria called today.”

It was past visiting hours, the hospital entering a period of rare serenity between nurses checking up on their patients every so often and the occasional new admittances. He knows he shouldn’t comment on the quietness, as saying it out loud usually jinxed the entire thing and he’s already experienced one of those in New York and would never subject anyone to that fate.

Usually, the nurses would have kicked him out, but TK would have just stayed all night in his car in the parking lot if they did. He still hadn’t set a single foot into their home, opting to go to his dad’s place for showers. He didn’t want to feel how cold the walls were as they enclosed on him and witness the lack of a warm smile and wonderous smells coming from the kitchen as his fiancé greeted him at the door with a soft kiss.

He didn’t want to see the pictures of friends and family lining their walls when the face that lit up every single one of those photographs was laying in a coma on a hospital bed.

He didn’t want to see the single pair of shoes left at the doorway, without its usual companion pair beside it.

He didn’t want to see any of it until he could see it with Carlos by his side.

The nurses had long stopped batting an eye at his presence no matter what time it was, and most of them, especially the morning shift, would always check in on him to see if there was anything he needed.

He never knew how to answer that question.

TK trails his index finger slowly up Carlos’ arm, reaching his elbow before sliding it back down. He tries for a smile, because it had been good news, but he knows all his smiles have lost their usual light.

But still, he tries.

“She managed to secure the venue we wanted, so we don’t have to keep on planning for two different ones if this one fell through. Apparently, the couple who scheduled for that day cancelled, so the place is all ours.” It still feels a little awkward talking while knowing that the person listening couldn’t answer, and continuing the conversation anyway. But he wants Carlos to know that he’s here, with more than just the tight grip he has on his hand.

“You know,” TK looks up to peer at Carlos’ slack expression, watching his chest rise and fall in time to his breathing. “I’ve never thought I could hate my blood type until they told me I couldn’t help you.”

The moment they jumped out of the ambulance and wheeled Carlos into the hospital, his pulse having stopped twice on the way, he knew the scissors hadn’t landed in a good place. He remembered looking at his captain, seeing her face draining in colour with each passing minute as Carlos would just not stop bleeding.

And then the doctors confirmed it.

He needed a liver transplant.

Not an entire liver, just a part of it to make up for the piece that he lost from the absolutely stellar aim the woman had that would never recover.

His fiancé was O negative, and he was B positive. An automatic no.

It almost makes him want to laugh, how ironic the situation was. Here he was, part of the 9% that could help cure the rarest diseases and he couldn’t even help his fiancé by giving him half of his liver. Then there was the fact that Carlos had the universal donor blood, and yet was the worst acceptor.

They truly made quite the pair.

He hated it.

Luckily, they had found a match soon after, but it was still too soon to tell the other complications that could arise. And the most important one of all was whether Carlos would wake up at all.

Someone buttoning for the nurses shakes him out of his thoughts, and for the millionth time since Carlos was first admitted to the hospital a week ago, he’s greeted with closed eyes and stillness.

TK gently runs his thumb along the dips and falls of Carlos’ knuckles, pausing at the definite bump where his engagement ring rested. They opted to get separate rings done for their line of work for safety reasons, but he knew that Carlos always wore the authentic one during desk duty or when he wasn’t out on patrol. He remembered putting on his own in the waiting room, wanting to feel a piece of him as he stared at the doors that would determine their future.

“Last I checked, a wedding takes two people.” TK whispers, biting down on his lower lip, hard, to stop the sob that threatened to burst through at the sight of their rings next to each other.

“I can’t get married by myself, you know?”

.

He goes back to work on the 12th day.

Tommy and Nancy had immediately protested, reminding him that he could take his time – that he could take all the time he needed before coming back.

But he just offered them a small smile, and signed himself in.

“He would’ve wanted me to take a walk, take a breather.” TK says quietly, swallowing past the stones lodged in his throat and looking at them fully.

“I’m taking a breather. And then I’m going back.” TK doesn’t say anything more, and Nancy and Tommy don’t push. He feels a hand squeeze his shoulder and accepts a light hug from Nancy, before they enter work mode.

He works. He stocks up the ambulance. He checks their supplies. He saves people. He gets a distraction.  

When his dad asks him if he needs a ride back, he asks to be dropped off at home for the first time.

Owen looks at him when they reach a red light, his eyes filled with concern. TK just looks straight ahead, unmoving.

“TK, you don’t have to force yourself to-”

“That’s not what I’m doing.” TK spat, suddenly feeling a burst of anger at his father’s words, knowing how that sentence was going to end.

He wasn’t giving up. He wasn’t moving on. He was moving forward.

“I’m going home, because I need to straighten the blankets on the couch. I need to tidy up the– the wedding magazines we were too tired to clean up that night, I need to wash the dishes I left in a hurry to get to work. I am going home, because I want to make sure that when he comes back, it’s to a clean place where he can relax. So he can be at ease.” TK knows he’s talking at a volume that’s way too loud for being inside a car, and he feels himself taking deep breaths, his hands shaking in his lap. He doesn’t look up, but hears his father turn on the blinker, the gravel crunching under the wheels as they make a turn.

“Okay.”

Okay.

.

It was a split second.

He’s grown so used to looking up and seeing eyes that were shut away from the world that when he looks up again a few moments later to see tired brown orbs trained on him, he almost looks away until he realizes wait-

TK shoots up from his seat, almost sending the cup of coffee beside him splattering to the ground.

He can’t speak, the words begging to come out and clawing at his throat, but he could only stare blankly as Carlos blinked, letting out a quiet groan as he slowly adjusted to the lights.

And then his medic instincts kick in.

“You’re awake. Okay. Okay, uh, water. Your throat must be dry as hell. I need to get water. And a nurse, oh my god I need to call the nurse–” He turns around frantically to locate the red button, scowling when he can’t locate it when he swears he had seen it just a few minutes ago-

“Hey,”

It’s extremely quiet, croaky, the end coming out cracked from the long period of non-use but it’s the single most beautiful thing TK has heard in his life. There’s a squeeze on the tips of his fingers, and he just realizes that he hadn’t let go of Carlos’ hand.

“Come here.”

The two whispered words tear apart the film that guards his eyes, and he feels tears blurring his vision as they tunnel in on the smile he’s wanted to see for so long.

But no, he couldn’t go, not yet.

“I need to get a nurse. You-I can’t-” TK is about to just leave the room to barrel into the nurse’s station, but the hold on his hand tightens, the grip surprisingly strong and keeping him in place.

“The only thing – the only person I need right now is you,” Carlos rasps, his eyes turning pleading, and TK immediately stops trying to break out of his hold. But he still doesn’t move from his spot a few feet away from the bed, just staring at his fiancé who is awake.

He’s looking at him and he’s awake.

And suddenly he can’t close the distance between them fast enough.

He places a hand beside Carlos’ pillow gently, the other cupping his cheek. He lowers his head to the crook of Carlos’ neck, and though he’s done this so many times when the other was unconscious, it fills him with a new sense of vitality when he knows that this time when he looks up, Carlos will be looking back.

He lets out a soft sound of protest when he feels Carlos weakly pushing himself up, wanting to stay in his arms forever. There’s a feather-light kiss on the crown of his head, and he feels a weight rest on top of it.

“You don’t have to look up, but…” Carlos trails off, and TK finally lifts his head to meet Carlos’ gaze, who’s looking at him with shining eyes. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Something in his chest aches. It’s suddenly so hard to breathe, but at the same time, TK feels like this is the first real breath he’s taken for the past two weeks.

He can’t find the words, can’t find it in himself to do anything other than just stare at the man lying beneath him, eyes open and alert and warm.

“I didn’t miss our wedding, did I?”

The words punch the breath right out of his lungs, and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to breathe properly for a while. He couldn’t hold back a half-sob, half-laugh at that, closing his eyes as the tears, finally, steadily trickle down his cheeks.

“You wake up after two weeks in a coma and that’s the first thing you worry about?” TK laughs wetly, wiping his cheeks hastily as more laughter bubbles in him at Carlos’ startled look.

“Two weeks?” His fiancé’s eyes are wide, searching his, and TK nods, covering his mouth with a hand to try and hold back his mess of emotions right now.

“Everyone’s been coming by to check in on you. We’ve all been waiting for you to come back to us,” TK says quietly, running a hand through his curls.

Something passed over Carlos’ face then, and he looks down at him questioningly.

“You waited two whole weeks for me to wake up?” TK pauses in his administrations with Carlos’ hair. He smiles sadly, hearing the hint of awe in his fiancé’s voice. He moves to cup Carlos’ face between his hands, chuckling wetly.

Leaning down, he presses a tender kiss on Carlos’ forehead, smiling into his skin.

“I would have waited an eternity just to have five more minutes with you.” He murmurs in the small space between them, and he feels Carlos’ hold on his arm tighten. He can feel the bed shaking at the silent tears that trail down Carlos’ face, and he feels the familiar stinging behind his eyes.

Later, he would be messaging the group chat on the new developments, and he would be greeted with multiple exclamation marks and caps locked messages back as they all message him that they’re on their way. He would button for the nurses, finally procuring the button from underneath Carlos’ pillow and there would be a flurry of activity as the nurses call in the doctor for more questions and a final statement.

Their friends and family would arrive, some of them bringing food and others bringing more flowers and teddy bears to fill the already-decorated room. Andrea would wrap him up in a tight hug, and Gabriel tugs him into a hug of his own.

There would be more hugs shared, tears to be shed, and heartfelt words to be spoken.

But right now, TK lets himself immerse in the moment, as he and Carlos finally breathe.

[yeochikin]

cupcake. | c. san

a/n: thank you so much anon for requesting! contrary to the mingi e2l fic, this one is a tad shorter and maybe less angst??? also i’m sorry if it didn’t exceed your expectations anon though i hope you enjoyed reading this! do ignore mistakes as this has not been proofread! ✨💖

“you can't just fucking copy and paste the whole wikipedia page!” you hissed over at the male who seemed unfazed by your protests after taking a look at his part of the assignment you were partnered up with, picking at his nails boredly.

of all people in the class, your lecturer just had to pair you up with choi san.

choi fucking san.

what comes to mind whenever his name is mentioned? if anyone had heard the question, the answers would be similar.

he's the athlete, the top player in the field, the football team’s hope and pride. he is choi san who has the whole college smitten over him as soon as he entered the fields, and scream out his name whenever he grabbed the ball and made a run for it to the opponent's goal, ignoring the opposing team’s defense and strikers coming up to tackle him down to steal the ball. 

not only that, he excelled in his studies, managing to be at the top of your class after every test your class would hold. a lot of people in your college wished that they had the ability to be able to balance their studies and sports at the same time. you would be lying if you denied that you didn’t wish to know his secret in time management as well because, let’s be honest, sometimes you would procrastinate your assignments and had to rush through finishing them once the deadline was near.

to anyone else in the college, choi san is everyone else's dream guy. with a single piercing gaze or a smirk being sent in their way, they are bound to stutter all over the place or would even return the smirk with a wink or flirty advances, only to have him shut them down just as soon as they tried. it was safe to say that everyone wanted to be or be with, choi san.

only if he would get his head out of his ass. 

you can't help but to roll your eyes at his lack of response after you ranted at how he just slapped on wikipedia's history of how theatres started in the first place before you groaned and slammed your head on the table, not even wincing from the loud thump against the wooden furniture. You wondered if he genuinely had no idea of how to do this assignment or he was just being petty.

you would bet a whole pizza it was the latter without a heartbeat.

“why did i ever get partnered up with you?”

“the same question is in my mind, cupcake.” san spoke nonchalantly, now resting his cheek against his knuckles as he stared at the mess of hair on the table in front of him.

“call me cupcake one more time and i'll stab you with a plastic spoon.”

“sure, cupcake. very scary of you.” you merely glared at san, who was looking at you with a glint of mischief swirling in his dark irises while the corners of his lips threatened to curl in the annoyed gaze you sent him.

you don't know how you and san started to hate each other. you barely ever interacted with him at all. though you might have an idea why. you had received the highest mark in your  test one time, much to your joy. you would have to admit, it was satisfying to feel the smugness in san be replaced with shock once he had heard about it. while your classmates congratulated you as the class had come to an end, san glared holes in the back of your head, labelling you as his rival instantly.

now, whenever you crossed his path, be it in the hallways or just literally everywhere on the campus grounds, he would send you a dirty look or two. at first, you felt conscious from the way he stared at you, thinking if there was something in your face or hair, or maybe your clothes? your best friend, yunho, would reassure you that there was nothing wrong with you and to not mind him as such. 

easier said than done. especially when the two of you have the same class together. your annoyance grew from the way san would sit behind you and purposely kick your seat, feigning innocence when you asked what was his problem. not only that, he would also lay pranks on you, like the old whoopie cushion thing so the whole class would look at you. or how he would even throw paper balls aimed at your head while class was in session. he would even purposely put his leg out while you weren't looking to make you trip in your steps, laughing with his friends afterwards and calling you ‘miss klutz’. you were lucky that yunho was there to catch you by the arm or you would've landed on your face.

it is when you finally snapped that you literally dragged him back into class as the other students had filed out, leaving the both of you alone. 

“what the hell is your problem with me?” you asked, trying to remain unaffected at the way his hard eyes stared down at you. 

san feigned confusion. he might be the college’s football star, but he sure as hell sucked at acting. 

“i don't know what you're talking about.” he answered plainly. 

“oh? then what about the kicking on my seat? the pranks you laid? what are you, 5?” you ranted, eyebrows all furrowed, the apples of your cheeks were tinted with a faint shade of pink from the rising temperature of your body due to the anger slowly pouring out of you. clearly you didn’t want to waste your time in college dealing with such childish acts.

but the boy merely stared at your face for a few seconds once you were done, only then suddenly laughing and rubbed a hand across his face.

“something about you just irritates me to the core.” he said, causing you to feel the slight sting of his venom laced tone in your chest, swallowing thickly as you could feel the anger in you rising.

with a shove of his hands into his pockets, san smirked down at you and leaned his face close to yours with you backing away slightly from the sudden close proximity between the two of you. 

“y/n l/n, you irritate me.” 

those were his last words before he walked off, deliberately bumping his shoulder against yours, leaving you in the now empty classroom with fists tightly clenched to your sides and jaw clenched.

‘the feeling is mutual, choi san.’ was the last thing in your head before you blinked the angry tears away, gathering your things and quickly headed out to your next class.

and after that incident, it was no surprise that everyone felt the tension between the two of you. especially when the two of you decided to beat each other in who would do better in class, one of you would send smug smiles whenever the other had received a lower score than the other. And when your college had its annual football games every year, you would instead scream another player’s name while the others would cheer san’s name.

sometimes, one of your classes would even have an impromptu debate. that only fueled the fire between the two of you. instead of facts and refutes being argued, it would always end up with the two of you sending bickers back and forth, up to the point of being kicked out of class by your lecturer.

one of your poor lecturers must’ve had enough of the both of you not resolving whatever grudge the two of you are holding against one another that when he announced the two of you were paired up, both san and you felt like the world suddenly stopped spinning. with wide eyes, you turned to look at the boy, who was no doubt already glaring at you with his tongue poking his inner cheek.

“well, fuck you too, san.” you hissed underneath your breath, yelping as yunho nudged your side with his elbow, pouting at the way he shook his head.

“if you get kicked out one more time, i'm not gonna lend you my notes.” he said, turning his head to pay attention to the lecturer afterwards.

“jung yunho!” 

so, here you are. stuck with choi san until the two of you are finished with the assignment. 

the first few days of having to work on this project was only filled with the two of you sending insults to one another back and forth instead of actually working on the assignment. by the fourth day, however, you had expected san to comment on your hair or even your clothes once you arrived in the library. as much as you wanted to retaliate, you instead had to sit him down just to say that the days spent arguing with each other could be used to work on your assignment, and the two of you didn’t have that much time as it was due in five more days. though reluctant, the male released a low sigh and agreed to finally get things started. 

but of course, his pettiness didn’t stop there. Hence, the reason why you are ranting to him.

“san, i’m serious, we really need to get this started.” you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“and did i not have a head start on this assignment?” said male retaliated, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“you are unbelievable.” 

“why thank you, cupcake.”

“fuck off.” you groaned and slumped against your seat. 

‘this is going anywhere at all.’ you thought, a hand coming up to card your digits through your hair before you heard the clicking of keys of a keyboard from a certain raven haired male in front of you. 

you had to lift your head to see what he was up to now. to your surprise, san was rapidly typing up something into his laptop, eyes all focused and teeth sometimes chewing on the soft muscle of his lower lip. 

“stop gawking at me, cupcake.” he said suddenly, now casting his gaze away from the laptop’s monitor to your face, effectively making you look away, and pretended to focus on your laptop, busying yourself by focusing on your part of the assignment. much to his amusement.

taking the brief opportunity, san had his eyes on you. Something about you was intriguing to him. he had always seen you as a rival in the classes you shared, wanting to beat you in any scores. he won’t even forget the amount of times he would see you in one of his games, though you weren’t looking at him with the same excitement in your eyes as the other spectators. you were.. Intriguing. 

so much, that it bothered him day and night. wondering how your reactions were always so interesting every time he pulled on your leg. he can’t get your damn face out of his head to the point he just grew irritated at it. thus, taking it out on you by doing petty things. 

“stop gawking at me, san.” your voice reached his ears and managed to make him snap back into reality, rolling his eyes before looking back down at his laptop. 

“whatever.” he grumbled.

and for the first time, silence hung over the two of you. the only sounds present were the clicking of keyboards, the occasional doors opening and being closed by the students either entering or leaving the library, the quiet laughs from another group of students in another table a few feet away from yours while the both of you were slowly trapped into your own worlds.

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a low groan left san’s lips as he stretched his arms out back, letting out a yawn in the process to make the drowsiness he accumulated from having to work on the assignment go away, sighing as the his tense muscles loosened up from the hours of staying hunched in front of his laptop. dark pools of chocolate stared out the window, and judging by the sky had turned from a clear blue to a now orange and crimson with a few specks of pink here and there, it was already evening.

a soft snore made its way into his ears, causing the male to look over at you. It seems you had fallen asleep while working from the way your hands were somehow still on the laptop’s keyboard yet your head was rested on your left arm. some of the strands of your hair had blanketed your cheeks as your eyelids were closed shut, twitching ever so slightly. for once, your face looked as if it was at ease, a huge contrast from your daily scowls and clenched jaw every time the two of you see each other in the hallways or class. 

it was when you let out a light groan that managed to make san snap out of his daze, blinking a few times as he caught himself staring at your sleeping figure. clearing his throat to hide the growing heat blooming over his cheeks, tugging the collar of his shirt slightly to let the breeze from the library’s air conditioner cool off the sudden warmth he felt creeping up his neck. he had made the conclusion that the two of you were done for the day.

the screeching noise from the legs of the chair dragging against the floor was enough to jolt you awake, immediately lifting your head, though your eyes were squinted due to heaviness of sleep still evident on your eyelids. 

“good morning to you too, cupcake.” san mused, shoving his laptop into his bag. 

ah, there it was. the look of distaste has appeared yet again. san couldn’t help but to snicker inwardly at the sight.

“i said don’t call me that. what time is it anyway?” you yawned, then stretching your arms out in front of you to get rid of the sore feeling on your lower back and shoulder blades.

“time for us to go is what it is.” san answered plainly, smirking at the way you sent him a glare. 

“unless, you wanna sleep in the library, cupcake.” he added.

seeing his point, your lips formed into a defeated pout as you started to gather your things, double checking to make sure you saved your work in your laptop. pushing the chair in, you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. All you need right now is to lie down in your bed after a good shower.

“i’ll see you tomorrow. you better not copy a whole wikipedia page again, san.” you said, walking past him. 

you were a few steps away from the library’s main door until you heard san calling out your name, making you freeze momentarily in place. confused, you turned around to see san rubbing the back of his neck.

“i..” he started. 

your eyebrows furrowed, puzzled to see why he was acting this way. you patiently waited for him to say something, expecting him to send something snarky at your way. suddenly, he shook his head and waved his hand dismissively.

“never mind. don’t be late tomorrow, cupcake.” he said.

scoffing, you looked at him disbelief before shaking your head, turning around to finally leave the library.

meanwhile, san stood in the middle of the library and took a breath in before slowly letting it go, lips pursing out as he did so. his eyebrows furrowed, seemingly feeling a tad odd as to why his heart was beating so fast. The familiar warm feeling was felt in his chest as well as the image of you sleeping had popped into his mind.

with a shake of his head, san quickly made his way out of the library. 

‘i have a lot more things to worry about.’ he thought.

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it has been a few days after that and much to your surprise, san hadn’t been making comments at your clothes or hair or rather, everything about you. even yunho had asked if things are in good terms now, you and san. but you could care less, all you wanted was to finally present the project the two of you had finally finished just yesterday. although it was odd, you were actually grateful that the two of you seemed to have calmed down. yet you had to think at how long this will actually last. 

you’re giving him three days at most before he starts his petty arguments with you again.

you failed to notice the one sitting next to you, thinking that it was only yunho who had finally arrived in class. that was until you received a text from a certain tall peachy haired friend of yours.

‘hey, i can’t make it to class today. i guess it’s your turn to lend me notes this time :p’ the text said.

with furrowed brows, you read the text over and over again. though the more you read it, the more you were confused. what was he talking about? yunho would never miss a class. plus, he’s literally right there next to you. lifting your head up, you decided to confront supposedly tall friend.

“yunho, what did you mean by this te-” your words died in your throat. instead, a sharp gasp was emitted from your lips. 

next to you, san looked at you with a raised brow, amusement painted over the features of his face. 

“cat got your tongue, cupcake?” 

oh yeah, definitely. 

how could someone not be surprised at the way he was acting now? of course if two people hated each other they would have sat at a distance from each other, just like how san would sit near the window, behind you, or even at the back row, just anywhere and not literally right next to you. 

“any reason what you are doing here?” you asked, to which san rolled his eyes at you.

“you seem to forget that we take this class together, cupcake. plus, we needed to present today, remember?” he flatly said, now taking out his laptop as the other students filled the room.

you weren’t surprised to see the confused stares being sent at your way. honestly, you could be one of them too, wondering what the hell was going on. 

“i’m pretty sure there are plenty of seats around?” you mumbled, taking your eyes off of him to take out your own notebook and prepared your stationary for the class.

“and? it’s not like i would burn while sitting next to you.” he retaliated while trying to hide the growing smirk on his lips.

“unless you��re secretly a mage and could burn me anytime soon.” san added, eyes not taking off of his laptop screen to check if everything was in check before going up front to do the presentation.

“i wish i could.” was the last thing you said before the lecturer walked in, and class was in session. 

the both of you were supposed to focus in class but sometimes, you can’t help but to catch san’s gaze on you, him quickly averting his gaze away from you to listen to the first couple of groups present their work until it was finally the time the both of you were up. 

honestly, you weren’t surprised with just how fluidly san explained every little details of your projects from the definition to the history, to the objectives, and even the cause and effects. you, on the other hand, would answer the questions being thrown in between your presentation by either the lecturer or from your classmates. 

san would have to give all the credit to you at how calmly you responded to some of the most obvious questions as well. knowing him, his sharp tongue would have sent them a snarky response or two.

before you know it, the both of you finished your presentation.

“that was wonderful!” your lecturer praised, clapping his hands while both you and san bowed your heads simultaneously. 

“i knew that both of you could work together, look at you finally getting along!” he laughed.

you and san looked at each other then at the lecturer, smiling awkwardly over at him. clearing his throat, san emitted a strained laugh while you just rubbed your arm. the both of you looked so awkward that it was almost painful to the eyes. 

“we sure are…” you muttered, making your way back to your seat once the two of you were allowed to go back to your seats.

despite all of that had happened though, you felt like a huge weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. with the days of non stop bickering with choi san, the constant erasing and retyping up a few paragraphs, along with the all nighters being held… it's safe to say that you are finally free. for now, that is.

since the professor of your final class of the day had cancelled it, you had planned to just go straight home, considering that you were free for the whole afternoon anyway, and catch up on that much needed sleep that you had lacked the past week. And the fact that the next day is a weekend as well? You weren’t surprised if you slept until sunday. so as soon as the lecturer had wrapped things up for the day, you started to gather your things.

“cupcake, can i talk to you for a second?” san spoke up, making you halt your movements in packing the things up.

at first, you found the nickname to be utterly cheesy and a tad embarrassing. you had tried to make san stop calling you that, even if it meant for you to send a sharp glare at his way whenever he called you that. you had slowly grown accustomed to the name and dare say, started to like the nickname. as much as you hated to admit, you also thought that it sounded cute. 

“what do you want, san?” 

once again, it felt as if you were back on that certain day while at the library. san rubbed the back of his nape sheepishly and looked down at the floor, before taking a deep breath in, exhaling through his nose then looking up at you.

“care to have lunch with me?” he offered.

you could only stare at him, dumbfounded at his sudden offer. after a few seconds, you chuckled and scratched the back of your ear, while san scrunched his eyebrows. 

“i'm sorry, i thought i heard you wrong. i thought i heard you asking if i wanted to have lunch with you?” 

“that's what i just said?” 

your jaw went slack as you stared at him with wide eyes, resembling a deer caught in headlights. your eyes searched his face as if to look for any hints of him just kidding and go back to bickering with you over the smallest things.

but it never came.

instead, he genuinely looks confused. 

“and for what? are you gonna poison my food?” you eyed him in a skeptical manner, eyes narrowed. san snorted and shifted his weight on one foot as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“had i wanted to poison you, i would have done it a while ago.” he mused.

okay, is this really san? the boy who had laid pranks on you? the boy who wanted to make everything in class with you a competition? the one who made the both of you kicked out of the classroom? the one-

“cupcake? i'm not gonna hurt you, damn.” san reassured, rolling his eyes as he sensed the still unsure expression on your face.

“i'll explain when we get lunch, mm? now, come on.” 

before you could even protest, san grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the classroom, much to the curious stares being sent your way by your classmates.

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“this place looks cute. How did you find it?” you asked once you settled down in your seat, san sitting across from you.

the two of you ended up in a small cafe just near your college. you were actually surprised that you hadn’t come across this place from years of being in college. though with how it was surrounded by other tall buildings in the area, you thought that it would be understandable how you didn’t see the place in the first place. yet, you weren’t complaining. with how it was hidden among the large buildings, it wasn’t crowded and you liked it. however, you didn’t expect san to have known this place.

san leaned against the table, elbows both resting on top of the faux marble with a shrug of his shoulders, and then he smiled. you silently took the short chance to admire the way his usual sharp gaze looked so… tender with the way he smiled, some sort of fiery yet passion had glazed over them. you recently noticed how he had an eyebrow slit as well, not even going to lie to yourself at how he managed to pull that look. 

“i recently knew about this place a few days ago on the way home after football practice.” he simply answered, glancing out the windows that seemed to almost reach the floor.

of course, the aesthetically pleasing cafe was not enough to keep your mind from wandering off. something was still bugging you on the way here. mimicking the way he rested his elbows on the table, you leaned a little closer to him and called out his name, making sure you had san’s attention.

“is there a specific reason why you suddenly wanna have lunch with me?” you asked, the usual sharpness of your voice whenever you bickered with the male was replaced with a soft, yet genuine curiosity laced in your tone as you spoke.

san, realising the real reason he had brought you here in the first place, sent you a little smile, albeit awkwardly.

“well, you know how the college’s football team would have a game every year, no?” he started, not really sure as to how to really break it to you.

“i mean, obviously. you guys have it every year, and have yet to have one this year.” you said, now resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

“which is really soon.” he added.

“how soon?”

“next week on wednesday? damn, i knew you weren’t into our matches but i didn’t it was to the point you would forget the dates.” he laughed, shaking his head.

“you gotta remember that i was also busy burying myself researching about our topic.” you deadpanned at him. 

the both of you looked up as an elderly lady came to your table with a tray in her hands filled with your orders, mumbling a low ‘thank you’ as soon as she walked away. swirling your straw around in your milkshake, you took a small sip out of it, humming in approval as soon as the sweetness from the drink washed over your tastebuds. 

“anyways, what about the game?” you asked, taking another sip from your milkshake.

“will you be coming?” 

that was enough to make you choke onto your drink, causing you to choke as san quickly handed you a napkin with wide eyes to which you gratefully took and wiped the corner of your lips and chin, looking down at your clothes in case some of the droplets landed on them. 

“you okay there, cupcake?” he asked, concerned but still amused to see your reaction.

“i.. you do know that i barely even know how football works.” you started with a slight cough in your sentence.

“so? i’m sure like half of the college doesn’t even know how it works.” he replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, taking a small piece of his chocolate cupcake, promptly eating it once he lifted the fork up to his lips. 

“and why are you asking me whether i will come or not?” 

you were genuinely confused at this point. you barely even know how football works, all you know is that someone just had to bring the ball to the opponent’s goal and… touchdown? yeah, that’s pretty much it.

“well.. It’s either a yes or a no question. you can either come or not, your choice” was san’s response.

his gaze was on the little piece of the cupcake he had on his fork, but instead of eating it, he poked it against the surface of the plate. he didn’t have the courage to actually voice out his reason, san knew he had a bit of a difficulty when it comes to voicing his feelings. especially if it involved some type of apology. 

you could only stare at him in silence. so many thoughts suddenly swarmed in your mind at his offer. what happened to the san who always started arguments with you, and who is this quiet boy sitting in front of you poking his cupcake? you decided to shrug the thoughts away,

“i’ll think about it.” you mumbled.

silence started to fill in between the both of you, both eyes focused on either your drinks, your food, or the scenery out the window. the longer the both of you were in, the more you were feeling fidgety in your seat. as if wanting to fill it, you parted your lips to start a random topic.

“y/n.”

the way san suddenly called your name made you stop yourself, caught off guard from the way he had called your name. usually it would be the usual nickname. when your eyes met with his own, you tilted your head slightly to the side as if urging him to continue whatever he was about to say. you couldn’t help but to notice the slight flicker of conflict happening in his eyes along with the way san’s lips opened and closed, looking like a fish out of water, as he contemplated his words. as if to reassure him that he could take his time, you sent him a gentle smile. 

but what happened after that made san freeze in place.

your hand, although a bit unsure, reached out to grab his. switching his gaze from your hand in his to your eyes, he could feel the growing warmth spreading all over his chest yet again. before he could ask what you were doing, you beat him to it.

“take your time in collecting your thoughts, i’m ready to listen.” you whispered.

it was another side of yours he hadn’t seen before. well, towards him, that is. san would always be greeted with your sharp tongue and the irritated tone of your voice whenever the both of you were caught in the middle of your heated arguments. but this time… you sounded so.. gentle? san wasn’t sure but all he knew is that your words managed to comfort him. 

with a faint nod of his head, his eyelids fluttered shut as he took in a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, hand still holding onto yours. once ready, he faced you yet again.

“do you… really hate me?” he asked. 

the question surprised you. 

yes, yes i do hate you. yes, i hate how you make everything a competition whenever we have class together. i hate how you would smugly act like you weren’t the one who kicked my chair. i hate how you have to act like a total smartass and make me look dumb whenever we have our debates. 

you wanted to say those words but.. somehow, you couldn’t. from the last few times of working the project with him, you had come to the realisation that all of it was childish, that all of it was merely petty. is it really hate? or was it just pure annoyance? 

you swallowed thickly as you subconsciously gave san’s hand a gentle squeeze, to which made the male look down at your intertwined hands. 

“i’m gonna have to know the same thing.” you said underneath your breath. 

the words that left your lips made san shake his head, calling out your name softly so that you could look at him. 

“i… never hated you. i guess i just felt.. challenged?” he explained, grimacing at his choice of words.

“if you meant by the one time i beat your score back then i don't think it's val-” 

“no, god, no!” san cut you off immediately with a shake of his head. straightening up in his seat, he had decided that it was time to get this over with.

“i guess… i guess i just thought that you were interesting to me. where you would be so unbothered by everything around you, the only concern you had were about your studies.” san explained softly, and you listening to his explanation intently.

“and from the way you talk about things so animatedly towards yunho, believe me, i heard about the stories you told to him when i was sitting behind you.” he chuckled at the way your ears turned pink, playfully glaring at him.

“i can't help but to feel intrigued but the more i wanted to shove those feelings away, the more it started to bother me. the more it bothered me, the more i… grew angry.” he said sheepishly as he saw the way your eyes somehow brightened up upon finally registering the words in your head and realising something.

“and i'm guessing you took the anger out on me?” you asked, to which san hung his head low with a small guilty nod of his head.

you couldn't help but sigh. true, there was a lot to process on. with how he had treated you before, surely, you would have yelled at him right in the face for doing so. you could even dump your milkshake on top of his head to get a taste of his own medicine from how he embarrassed you from his pranks. 

but… but you just can't.

“as much as i wanna punch you for making my whole years of college a living hell,” you spoke, san flinching his shoulders as he caught his lower lip in between his teeth, preparing himself for whatever has to come. 

“i acknowledge your intentions.” you added. 

“however, that doesn't mean i condone your actions, choi san.” 

san nodded his head quickly at your words. he won't lie, he had never thought that the short period of time working on the project with you was enough to reevaluate his actions towards you. he had remembered the time where one of his friends on his team, mingi, explained that it was no use trying to take his frustrations out on you by picking up the pettiest arguments instead of talking things through. yet, he was stubborn.

if he was being honest, san was grateful that the lecturer had assigned both of you as partners for the project. had he not, god knows how long san would have taken to actually speak about this with you.

the squeeze on his hand managed to gain his attention, his piercing gaze softening up at the sight of your warm smile. 

“i want you to promise me something, san.” you spoke once again, him tilting his head to urge you to say whatever it is.

“i want you to promise me that we won't fight anymore. it will take time for me to completely forgive you yet that doesn't mean i will pass an opportunity to start over.” you said, face all serious yet your eyes held the same gentleness to them.

san could only stay silent. not because he was contemplating your words but rather, surprised that you wanted to actually start over with him. the warmth in his chest only now expanding and surging throughout his whole body, while the palpitations of his heart increased. he's relieved. he's happy. and.. he wants to start over again. with his cheshire cat smile, san nodded his head. 

“i promise.”

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“and aurora team has won the game!” the speaker announced in the remaining few seconds of the match.

that alone was enough to make the whole crowd go wild. some screaming, some waving their hands frantically in the air. the other side, some held disappointed looks while most consoled the losing football team. In the field, players shook their hands while praising each team for playing well. 

placing his hands on his hips, san tried to catch his breath from the intense match earlier before taking off his helmet and shook his head, his raven strands were a tad damp from the sweat. his eyes were looking around for you, though he swore he had seen your face right in the front row as they were preparing for the game earlier on but you weren’t there? maybe it was his imagination

feeling a slight weight on his shoulder, san looked at the owner. wooyoung, who was the one patting his shoulder, sent him his usual bright grin, promptly patting san’s ass. the latter wasn’t feeling uncomfortable from it, knowing how it was his best friend’s way of being affectionate.

“good game out there, san.” he laughed, slinging his arm around san’s shoulder as they walked.

“yeah, you too, wooyoung! your defenses have improved.” san praised the other boy who let out a light chortle. 

“gotta be on a par with my best friend, ya know?” wooyoung joked, letting san’s shoulders go so that the both of them could freshen up.

it was when san finally got out of the locker room that he saw a figure he didn’t expect to see. pushing yourself off of the wall you were leaning against, you approached san, his eyes focusing on some kind of a small box with a neatly tied bow stuck on the lid. though you had a little scowl on your face, your eyes looked to the side to hide the growing crimson blooming over the apples of your cheeks.

“you played well today so here. consider it as a treat for you.” you mumbled, effectively making san’s eyes to widen ever so slightly, yet he decided to tease you a little more. 

“you never fail to surprise me with your unpredictable self, cupcake.” he chuckled, taking the both into his hands. it was rather light weighted, he was almost convinced that it didn’t have anything in it but with the slight rattle from the inside, there was something inside.

“can i open this?” he asked, you nodding your head. 

your eyes watched him slowly untying the little bow you had made yourself before he slowly opened the lid, anxiously waiting to see his reaction upon seeing the little gift you had given him. a gasp resonated around the both of you as san’s eyes widened at the sight. 

reaching into the box, he lifted up the little bracelet decorated with black and purple beads, seemingly handmade. he couldn’t help but to notice the little cupcake charm dangling off the bracelet along with his initials.

“i thought that cupcake would remind you of me just how a mountain reminded me of you.” you said.

only now did san realise the bracelet around your wrist, only the beads were in your favourite colours with your initials on them instead. He also didn’t fail to notice the little mountain charm dangling on it as well. 

“i’m sorry if it’s not much but i really hope you i-”

your words were suddenly caught in your throat as you were engulfed into a tight hug. the familiar scent of san’s cologne wafted into your nose and filled your senses, slowly making you intoxicated and wanting more. slowly, your arms encircled themselves around san’s torso, feeling him hold you closer against him and felt a slight pressure brushing against your ear. 

“thank you, cupcake. i love it, a lot.” he whispered.

those words were enough to make your lips stretch out into a wide grin as you buried your face against his shoulder, thankful that he couldn’t see the pinkness blooming over your cheeks. 

“should we celebrate your victory at the cafe, san?” you mumbled, almost muffled with how your face was pressed against his shoulder.

laughing lightly, he pulled away ever so slightly, just enough to have a look of your face and nodded his head. before the two of you started to walk, san held out the box and asked if you could put the bracelet on him, claiming it was much more special to have the maker putting it on instead of him. of course, you couldn’t resist. especially not when he looked at you with those puppy eyes of his.

once it was on, you watched as the male happily shook his hand gently and watched with an awed expression at the way the little charm moved. content, he sent his bright grin and held out his arm for you to take, which you happily took as the both of you started to make your way to the cafe

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“hey san, your girl’s here!” wooyoung’s loud voice as soon as he saw you making your way to the sidelines of the field made san stop his stretches, all sweaty from the amount of times he practiced for the day. 

“wow, she brought food too?!” mingi’s deep voice boomed, getting up from the grass and jog up towards you, san trailing behind.

“hey guys! I brought food since i know you guys must’ve been starving from practice.” you laughed as soon as yeosang made his way near wooyoung, no doubt wondering if you had brought any chicken with you. 

soon, the rest of the team had sat down in a small circle eating the food that you had brought for them. some of them were still discussing their strategies and forms when on the field in order to improve their mistakes, while some are just relaxing and talking about random topics. it was when you felt two arms wrapping themselves around your waist made you look up, seeing the bright smile of your boyfriend, san. 

true to his words, san kept his promise in starting over with you. the next few days after the incident in the cafe were a bit awkward, san constantly apologizing if he had said the wrong thing to you, though you had to reassure him every time that it was alright. you knew that it took some time getting used to so you were incredibly patient with him. your classmates, especially yunho, were glad the two of you had finally made up from the grudge against one another. it took you a while, but san managed to warm up to you, even interacting with yunho as well.

the rest of the time was spent hanging out at the cafe after classes, making it your and san’s favourite place to go to. the days of hanging out turned to weeks, and to months. it was the sixth month that things took a whole new turn, a good turn.

“what’s all this, san?” you had asked, noting all the decorations had adorned the small cafe, 

from what you remember, the cafe didn’t really hold any special occasions, as the elderly lady had said. san merely led you further inside the cafe, his hand on your lower back as he gently led you to the back, effectively making your eyes widened in awe from the sight.

there, polaroids of either you or san or even both you in them decorated the walls and hung on the little strings. balloons were floating in the air as in the middle of it all was a small table with a tray of your favourite flavoured cupcakes. turning around to face san, you were about to ask what the occasion was. Yet your words suddenly disappeared.

san, stood in front of you with a single red rose in hand, his lips holding a fond smile with eyes looking down at you in an adored manner. 

“y/n l/n, my cupcake..” he started, you softly giggling from the nickname. of course, he just had to throw that name in.

“i know that i have been a total ass to you during the first time. but i wanted to thank you for giving me a second chance to start over, and fix all of the problems we had.” your expression softens before you feel san grazing your cheekbone with his knuckles, making your stomach flutter at his gaze. 

“you were always patient with me, still are. you weren’t afraid to call me out on the shit i did. you’re always there to cheer for me in every match i have, even if you still don’t know how football works.” the raven haired boy couldn’t help but to laugh at the playful glare you sent towards his way before continuing what he really wanted to say.

“but along the way of our friendship... “ his voice trailed off, suddenly feeling his nerves racking up his mind. 

as if sensing him tense up, you grabbed san’s hand. just as you did the first time to console him. the gentle reassuring look in your eyes managed to soothed san’s feelings, the nervousness slowly dissipating.

“all i’m trying to say is, i wanna try us, cupcake.” he finally managed to say, nervous eyes looking into your own soft ones. 

his words were enough to make the smile on your lips stretch into a huge jovial beam. without a word, your arms wrapped around his neck, much to san’s shock. quickly gathering himself, san instantly engulfed you into his own embrace and buried his nose into your hair, lips brushing against your crown.

he didn’t need an answer, but he already knew what it was.

“what’s in that pretty mind of yours, cupcake?” san whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine as he did so.

turning around in his arms, your own arms wounded around his waist, reaching a hand up to move some of the stray strands of raven locks covering his eyes. “hm, about us?”

the response was enough to make san raise an inquisitive brow, “oh?”

“it’s a surprise that at first we were at each other’s throats and suddenly, look at us.” san merely chuckled and leaned down just enough so he could bump the tip of his nose against your own.

“hey, lovebirds! hurry up or we’ll finish your food too!” wooyoung yelled, making the both of you look at him, realising how the whole team was looking at your way.

“you better not!”

and with that, the both of you walked towards the group hand in hand, the little cupcake and mountain charms dangling on the bracelets around your wrists.

[dadweebking]

Train Yard Meetup

Hallooooooooooo peeps! It has been forever since I posted something I wrote, BUT ALAS, I have been motivated to write something about Dewey and Gosalyn. Hope you all enjoy it. ^^

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“Thanks for coming over when I needed you, Launchpad. Would’ve been a long day to stiff through this yard with only Gos and me.”

“Hey no problem, DW. I’m always happy to help you guys out whenever I can; even when I can’t!” 

As the sun had already been setting for the past twenty minutes, Darkwing Duck, Gosalyn, and Launchpad were investigating the massive train yard at the edge of St. Canard. Earlier in the day, Darkwing and Gosalyn had managed to catch a couple criminals who were working for an up and coming crime boss wanting to wreak havoc in St. Canard. While under interrogation, they fessed up to a delivery that had been made recently by rail and stated some goods that would be used to commit more crimes were in a few boxcars that were surely spread out at random in the yard by now. 

DW phoned Launchpad if he wanted to help, since it was only him, Gosalyn, and a couple grumpy yard officials that would scope out the area. As per usual, Launchpad happily accepted. 

The three met up with the yard officials and the yard manager at the entrance, where they stood there, patiently awaiting their arrival. 

“Ah, glad to see you’re here, Darkwing. Thank you for arriving on short notice.” The manager greeted. 

“You’re welcome citizen!” He saluted. “I’ve brought two extra sets of eyes to help cover more ground so we can find these cars more swiftly.” He moved aside to show Launchpad and Gosalyn, who saluted and just waved nonchalantly respectively. The yard manager seemed pleased with this idea.

“Oh how lovely!” She beamed. “I’ll leave you to it then.” She began to walk away, but then turned back towards them suddenly. “Oh, just keep in mind, you might want to steer clear of line 4. We’ve got an incoming train that’s delivering half its load tonight. Shouldn’t be too long now until it gets here.” She warned them.

“Thank you madam, we shall be extra vigilant!” He struck a dramatic pose and shifted his pupils side to side with a glare. 

With a final thumbs up, the yard manager headed back towards her office. 

As she left, the two officials lazily walked up to them with little emotion on their faces. Holding their hands out, they passed a couple radios to the three visitors. “She told us to give you these since we’re splitting up. She’ll also be able to monitor our progress.” 

Everyone took one radio and then DW wasted no time in sending everyone off. 

“Right. We’re all here, and we have the radios to contact each other. Launchpad, you take the farthest end, you two take this side, and I’ll cover the opposite side of LP.”

“I guess that means I’m taking the lot closest to track 4.” Gosalyn finally spoke up. 

“Correct. Just be careful once you hear the train coming. The sooner we’re done here, the sooner we can head back, alright?”

She nodded and with that, the 5 split up to their respective points. 

At this point, one could say Gosalyn isn’t being her usual self. Right now, she doesn’t have as much energy as she normally would for this kind of adventure, though to be fair, chasing those two crooks on foot for over forty minutes through the back alleys of St. Canard earlier today was pretty exhausting. Not to mention the physical fight once the crooks were cornered, and even they were tired at that point. Darkwing decided to check out the yard literally right after they confessed to the delivered goods as to not waste any more time. 

So yeah, Gosalyn kind of wants to call it a day right about now. 

She still decided to press forward because she knew that once she put all the work in today, the night’s sleep will be even more rewarding. Besides, she’s got four other people scouring the yard. This shouldn’t take too long right?

Wrong. 

The sun had fully gone down now. She groaned as she opened the door to what felt like the hundredth car that night for her but when she looked back, she could see she just passed the 1/3 mark on that one line of cars she started with on track 3. Each car so far had nothing in them and she was tempted to just skip a few cars here and there to clear this line easier, but the manager piped in through the radio advising everyone to check each and every single car because she didn’t know which car had the material. 

She wanted to open her mic and ask if the materials and the car they were in should be in the manifesto she had, as was protocol for train yards, but she decided that if it was materials for committing dastardly deeds, they might’ve just smuggled it in the car without anyone’s knowledge. Shaking her head from thinking too much, she picked through the car only to come up with nothing once again. With a defeated sigh, she put the produce she had back into the crate and was about to hop out of the car before the manager’s voice piped into the radio again. 

“Guys heads up, the train’s coming on track four.” 

“We’re far from it, so we’re good.” The guards radioed back. 

“Same here, I’m just about done with this line of cars on the other side of the yard.” Darkwing chipped in. 

“Hey DW I see you!” Launchpad chimed in happily. “Yes, hi Launchpad, I see you too.” Darkwing chuckled, amused. 

With a slight giggle, Gosalyn opened her mic and spoke into it. “I’m on the line of cars on line three, right next to it. Thanks for the heads up, Miss.” She poked her head and looked to her left to see the headlights drawing closer, but still not in the yard yet. At the corner of her eye, she could see a line of oil tankers separating her from the next boxcar. In her haste to get some shut eye at home, she hopped off the car and sprinted towards the next car, but the train was still moving fast, blowing its horn as it got closer to the line of cars she was at. With the rails grinding next to her by the oncoming train fast approaching, she dove between two tankers and waited a few seconds before the locomotives finally roared passed her and immediately applied the brakes to stop before it reaches the other end of the yard. 

With the train still going at a fast pace, Gosalyn thought it better to wait in her spot until the train reached a more suitable speed for her to walk besides. After about two minutes, that time had come and she finally moved from her spot and walked to the boxcar, still panting from her spur of the moment sprint. However, she heard what seemed like someone else sprinting on the other side of the moving train. She looked under and sure enough made out a pair of webbed feet planting themselves and pushing off of the ballast past her. She couldn’t see the upper half of the person though and made the impulsive choice to follow them. 

She kept pace with the person for another minute before she saw their feet make a sudden turn into the line of cars on line five. It caught her by surprise as she immediately skid to a halt. Running back to where she saw them turn, she tried picking up her radio again but couldn't feel it in her pocket. She mentally face-palmed herself; in her effort to keep up with the freight hopper, the radio must’ve bounced out of her pocket a while back. Sure enough, looking back, she could see the stationary red glowing bulb just a little ways away from where she began her chase. 

However, she made the split second decision to keep pursuit, and ran a little bit down the passing train. She then grabbed onto the rail of one of the dirt hoppers and gingerly made her way across the narrow front walkway and then hopped off on the other side, and then climbed past the cars on line five. She was so lucky to see the figure climb up the line of cars on line six about 5 cars ahead. In an instant, she hopped over the cars next to her and caught the figure off guard as they had been running in her direction this time. He skid and stumbled to run in the other direction and Gosalyn once again gave chase. 

“HEY!” She called out, but the figure ignored her. She tried squinting to see who it was, but with little lighting in the yard, she couldn’t make out any color. They then hopped back over the line six cars, and then again over line five, and Gosalyn followed suit. The moving train had slowed to about snails pace, and the figure ran in the opposite direction of the moving train between lines four and five. However, Gosalyn hopped the moving train again, this time running next to the train between lines three and four. She pushed herself to keep going, as she felt like her lungs were about to explode with all the running she endured today.

She could see the figure’s feet slow its pace and Gosalyn smirked. The end of the train was finally coming up and she put whatever effort was left in her to keep running, and she had caught up to the figure. Once the end of the train had past, she wasted no time and dove across the track, tackling the figure and causing them both to roll across the hard ballast with grunts. Once they came to a stop, she pinned down the person and was finally able to see who it was. 

What she saw shocked her to the core. 

There, with his back digging into the hard rocks underneath, lay Dewey Duck. They had landed in the halo of a lamppost so she knew her eyes can’t be deceiving her, but she blinked hard just in case. It was him alright. He was struggling to remove his wrists from her grip, but let out a gasp when he finally opened his eyes and saw who was on top of him. The struggling stopped and both ducklings were trying to get their breaths back after running for what seemed like forever. He then smiled. 

“Oh hey Gosalyn! What’s up?”

That question threw her off guard. Not only the question itself, but the way he asked it like it was some friendly outing and that nothing was out of the ordinary.  

She let go of his wrists and they fell onto his chest as she staggered back, still in shock.

“What are you doing here?!” She spread her flailed her arms as she continued to breathe in and out heavily. “Duckburg is so far away! Why are you hopping a train this late at night!?” 

Dewey grimaced as Gosalyn screamed in his face, his now free arms protecting his face. He cracked open a single eye as she finished but before he could reply, he could hear some mumbling just a little ways from them. Gosalyn got up and walked away, leaving him dazed and confused. He slowly managed to get himself off the ground, his body sore all over. As he fixed his zoosh, Gosalyn picked up the radio from the ground, where a worried Darkwing’s voice blasted through the speaker. 

“Gos what’s going on?! I heard yelling, are you ok?! We told you to steer clear of-!”

“I’m fine!” She cut him off. She screamed it since she pressed the button as he was still rambling, meaning there would’ve been a two way interference and they couldn’t hear each other. That seemed to do the trick, as she let go of the button and he stopped talking. Soon he came back on, his voice more gentle this time. 

“What happened then?”

She began walking back towards Dewey, who was still trying, and failing, to fully fix his zoosh. “Is Launchpad there?” 

“Yeah I’m there. I mean, I’m not with DW, I’m on a different line of cars now.” She rolled her eyes in slight amusement and looked to see that she now had Dewey’s attention, although he was still messing with his zoosh. 

“Uh, can we meet at Launchpad’s location. I wanna show you guys something.” 

The guards piped up the radio again, sounding confused. “You can’t just say what it is over the radio, kid?” 

“No, this is something I want the other two to see. It’s unrelated to our current issue, but it’s still important.” A few seconds of radio silence went by as everyone seemed to contemplate. Dewey was staring at her with a blank look as he was completely disconnected with the whole ordeal. 

“I don’t know, kid, if it’s not related...” The guard trailed off but before he can pick it back up, Darkwing came back over the radio in support. 

“If she says it’s important to Lp and I, I’m sure your boss wouldn’t mind if we spare a few minutes.” As if right on cue, the yard manager’s voice echoed through the speaker. 

“I do not mind at all, Darkwing. I’ll keep you on your ‘few minutes’ claim though; don’t be too long please.”  

“Will do, madam! Gos, I’ll see you with Lp.”

Gosalyn only let out a hum of agreement before looking to see Dewey just checking his surroundings before his eyes locked with hers. She motioned for him to come towards her and he playfully waltzed to her side. Once he got there, she held his arm for a brief moment to instruct him. “Follow me, and please don’t wander off.” She begged as he nervously scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. 

“Hey... I don’t do it often.” He said in a low voice. 

“Your family told me you do it almost every crazy adventure you guys go on together. I oughta hold onto your arm the whole way to where we’re going.” She grumbled

“Alright fine!” He exclaimed. “I wasn’t planning on running off anyway, my body’s too sore for more adventures today, and that’s saying something!” 

Gosalyn immediately released her grip on his arm and he moved it around to try and dampen the soreness. While doing that, she could see all the dirt and dust that was still on his clothes and feathers and felt a small rush of guilt sweep through her. She cringed when she saw some scratches that she deduced he must’ve gotten from their tumble when she tackled him. 

“Hey, um..., sorry for... ya know. That.” She said as she pointed to his battered form. Looking down, Dewey tried to dust himself off again, though he still looked the same as a few seconds ago. 

“Ah, it’s fine. We couldn’t really see who each other was anyway. I thought you were one of the yard guards chasing after me; it was pretty scary.” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, you’re lucky I wasn’t. They would’ve probably locked you up by now for trespassing. What were you doing on the train, anyway?” She asked with genuine curiosity. 

The mood on Dewey’s face instantly fell and he looked down at his feet as they continued walking. “I don’t know. I didn’t mean to ride the train all the way from Duckburg to St. Canard. This is St. Canard, right?” He asked in an uncharacteristically timid fashion. 

“Of course it is. Where else did you think we were?” She questioned him with a puzzling look. 

“I don’t know! I couldn’t read any signs I passed, and since you guys are here, I made the assumption.” He had a bit of frustration present in his tone and face, prompting her not to pry any further allowing him to continue.

“I had a fight with my family at home.” He finally said dejected. Gosalyn looked up at him with concern as they both stopped walking by this point. He sat up on a stationary car’s walkway as Gosalyn leaned on the frame of the car next to him. 

“On our adventure today, I accidentally started a landslide. It was pretty boring at that point, and I wanted to see if I could find something more exciting around us. I wasn’t even by myself for more than ten minutes before the ground gave way and almost swept everyone off the mountain. We all made it, but everyone gave me a piece of their mind the whole plane ride back. I ruined the whole trip for everyone and I already felt super bad about it. I didn’t need everyone else to make me feel worse.” He picked up a rock from where he was sitting and threw it as he stopped talking for a brief moment. Gosalyn could agree with that last little tidbit when she first met him, Drake, and Launchpad. 

“After an early dinner, everyone went their own separate ways in the mansion so I just walked out the door and wandered around town before coming to the railroad. I threw some rocks around, blowing off some steam before I heard the train about to pass. I’ve hopped on trains before but only rode them for a few seconds when they were going slow enough for me to hop on and off with ease. Heck, I even climbed the signal bridge before many times. 

“I saw a boxcar that was unlocked and I felt super lucky because I’ve always wanted to see what was inside one. I climbed in and just wanted to get a glimpse before getting off, but the train started to move faster and faster. I didn’t notice until I turned around, wanting to jump off but it was going too fast and I didn’t want to fall flat on my face. I felt even worse then because I didn’t know where I was going. I was hoping the train would slow down soon, but once it passed the city limits, I just stayed put until... well until I reached here.” He spread his arms out, emphasizing the whole yard with the “here” comment. 

Gosalyn, fully into the story, finally blinked and let out a simple “Wow.” 

“Yeah.” came the remark from Dewey. “The train was way too loud, I had to cover my ears almost the entire trip. It wasn’t all bad though, I passed some scenery that was oh so beautiful! Seriously, the freight lines have way nicer scenic backdrops and locations than the passenger trains.” His mood seemed to do a complete one-eighty, causing Gosalyn to giggle at his sudden mood shift. Her giggle seemed contagious as now Dewey giggled too. He hopped off the car and they both continued to walk non-stop towards Launchpad and Drake. 

“Man, that must’ve been one heck of an experience.” Gosalyn commented, nudging his arm. 

“It really was, though I doubt I’ll be able to do it again. Uncle Donald’s gonna preeeeeeetty fumed when he hears about this. Cannot wait for that.” He cringed. It wasn’t just Donald who’d he hear from, but everyone else as well. Again. He was absolutely dreading it. 

“What are you guys doing here, anyway?” He asked Gosalyn now, wanting to change the subject. She just shrugged.

“Ah you know, typical Superhero biz with Drake and Lp. This thing, though, is pretty mundane. We’re just looking through car after car looking for some equipment that would’ve been used to commit a lotta crime in St. Canard. New wannabe crime boss and all that.” She explained with a carefree attitude, although she let out a yawn straight after. 

For the next two minutes, they just conversed about anything until Launchpad and Drake’s form came into view. 

“LP!” She called out. The two looked towards her and he waved as Darkwing looked slightly relieved. 

“Hey Gosalyn! What’d you find that’s so important.” He asked with a bounce in his step. 

“Not ‘what’, Launchpad. ‘Who.’” She corrected, causing both adults to look puzzled before stepping out of the way to reveal Dewey standing behind her. With a small wave, he smiled sheepishly. 

“Heeeey Launchpad.” He quietly sing-songed. 

“DEWEY!!” Launchpad wasted no time in grabbing the duckling and swinging him around in a massive bearhug. “I didn’t know you guys were here!” 

“T-They’re NOT..., Launchpad.” He grunted, barely managing to utter those words. He stopped and gently held Dewey in front of him to let him explain. “It’s just me. They don’t even know I’m here.” 

Gosalyn cringed next to Drake, who had a concerned look of disapproval on his face. 

“Oh.” Launchpad let out. He seemed to think for a moment before setting him down. “Well that’s not good.” He said with the utmost sincerity. Dewey just rubbed his arm in shame. 

“He had a fight with the family, hopped a freight train, didn’t mean to stay on but got stuck, and I tackled him when he got off thinking he was just some random shmuck.” Gosalyn explained to the adults. 

“Yeah, thanks a lot.” Dewey said with a tiny smirk, hoping to lighten the mood. 

“I said I was sorry!” She fired back. 

Not a moment passed before Launchpad’s cellphone started ringing. The caller? 

Scrooge McDuck. 

Dewey felt a sense of dread flow through his body as Launchpad answered the call and put it on speaker. 

“Launchpad! We need you back at the mansion as soon as possible!” Scrooge’s voice boomed through the phone’s speaker, a demanding tone laced with a bit of panic trying not to be shown. 

“Why?” He asked. He may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but Launchpad knew what he was calling about. He just felt like Dewey needed to hear what he had to say. 

“Dewey has seemingly disappeared! We’ve searched the entire mansion and the neighboring areas, but he’s nowhere to be found! We’re all gonna look in the city so we’ll need all hands on deck! We might even pay the Beagle family a visit.” He said with venom in his voice. 

In the background, the four could hear everyone making a game plan and Donald rambling away. 

Dewey was slightly taken aback by how everyone sounded. While a part of him was a bit relieved they still cared, he became more scared of how they’ll react once he gets home. Gosalyn only smiled seeing how much his family cared for the blue duckling.  

“Hold on sec, Mr. McDee.” He pressed the speaker button again, turning off speaker mode and handing the phone to Dewey. 

“HOLD ON?!” His voice blasted through the ear speaker, causing Dewey to almost drop the phone. Scrooge started angrily shouting at the phone, berating Launchpad for seemingly putting him on hold during a family crisis. 

“U-Uncle Scrooge?”

That shut him up immediately, causing everything to go silent for a second. 

“DEWEY!” His uncle exclaimed with jubilance, causing him to instinctively hold the phone away from him at arm’s length to keep his ear from hurting. In doing so, he accidentally hit the speaker button again and everyone he was with could hear the gasps and shocked exclamations of the other family members as they seemingly crowded around the wealthy duck and his phone.

Gosalyn’s smile only grew. 

“Hey...” Dewey murmured into the mic, mimicking the same tone he gave Launchpad when they first saw each other tonight. 

“Lad what are ya doing over there?! Ye nearly gave Donald a heart attack! Myself too! Everyone here’s been worried sick for hours and-”

 “I know!” He cut his uncle off. “I didn’t mean to make you guys worried. I just...” He contemplated on lying, but decided that’ll only make things worse. That and he couldn't think of anything else to say. “I got onto a train but got scared to get off because it was going too fast for me to get off without hurting myself badly. I rode it all the way to St. Canard and found Launchpad by some miracle. I’m so sorry you guys, I really am!” He was on the verge of tears at this point. He really didn't want to be reprimanded and scolded again, especially since he’s well aware of how much trouble he had caused today. 

“Lad, of course we’re disappointed but we’re not angry with you. We’re more relieved than anything else that you’re alright and safe with Launchpad at the moment.” 

They could hear the phone moving around, and suddenly Huey began speaking. 

“Look, Dewey, we all realized we were a bit harsh towards you. You’re not the only one to wander off and start something crazy on an adventure; I’m guilty of it, and so are Louie and Webby. I, for one, am sorry about today.” Voices of agreement came from the aforementioned green and pink ducklings. Dewey wiped his tears and with a sniffle, began talking once more. 

“Thanks guys, and I’m really sorry for everything today. Really.” 

“Dewey, we forgive you.” Came the voice of his Uncle Donald. “We’re just glad you’re safe and hopefully learned your lesson.” 

Dewey let out a small chuckle. “I definitely did, Uncle Donald. No more free train rides, I promise.” 

“Just come home with Launchpad, alright?” Scrooge commented. “We’ll talk a bit more when you get here. Sounds like you have quite a story to tell.” 

“Ok Uncle Scrooge. I really love you guys. See ya soon.” A chorus of byes all came from the phone as he hung up and handed the phone back to Launchpad. 

Gosalyn strode to him and put an arm around his shoulder, offering a bit of extra comfort. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked him sincerely. He only shook his head and held the hand on his shoulder in his hand. 

During the call, he saw her smiling at him and his family’s conversation and it made him feel better throughout the conversation. He looked back to her with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Thank you.” He whispered with the utmost generosity. Using her free hand, she patted him on the other shoulder, whispering back, “You’re Welcome.” 

They let go of each other and looked to the two adults, both with smiles on their faces after witnessing their exchange. 

Shaking his head back to reality, Darkwing went back to business mode. “I guess since we have an extra set of eyes at our disposal, I suppose we can make up for lost time, right?” 

“Pleeeeeease! I’m so tired!” begged Gosalyn. 

“You didn’t seem tired just now with Dewey.” Launchpad commented obliviously. 

“Launchpad!” She exclaimed. This caused Dewey to snicker and Darkwing to raise an eyebrow. Launchpad just blinked. 

“I’m going back to my line of cars with Dewey. The sooner we get done the better. C’mon Dew.” She grabbed his hand, and the two set off back to where they first found each other tonight, but not before Darkwing called out, “Be careful you two!”

Whatever he meant is anyone’s guess.

[professormembranexreader]

Mad Scientist!Membrane x Frankenstein! Male!Reader pt. 2 (H&C)

RECAP

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So Membrane made (Y/N) from other people and after he was restrained, just told (Y/N) his name.

Lab Report 5

One month has passed since the subject was created. Motor skills are exceeding our expectations. Speech still scattered. Restraints are occasionally needed. More tests need to be run.

Scheduled: Blood, Vitamin Deficiencies, Mental Illness, Mental Disabilities, IQ, Motor Function, Hand-Eye Coordination, Reaction Time

End of Report

Membrane stared at the paper in front of him. (Y/N) was yielding good results so far.  Sad, though, that they hadn't done any tests yet. However that is to be expected. He put his hands together, elbows on the table, as he lowered his head. What if this didn't work? Several people would have been torn apart for nothing.

But there is success. He had effectively crossed the line between having superhuman intelligence and playing God. He was giddy, actually. He had done something no one had ever thought of before. It was heinous, true, but the success of (Y/N) meant that full limb transplants were possible. Trained surgeons could effectively use parts of someone's brain to improve another's. It was an astonishing achievement for humanity.

He smiled. This would prove most satisfactory.

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Lab Report 11

Two months have now passed. Motor skills continue to improve. Restraining the subject has proved increasingly difficult. Curiosity has grown tremendously since last week. Stronger, more durable restraints needed.

Reports indicate emotional development as well. Subject shows anger and confusion, but seems cordial towards scientists he remembers... which are few and far between. Has shown improvement with speech. It is suspected that he can understand almost all languages and now speaks in mainly Spanish, French, and German. Translators are being gathered and briefed.

Scheduled: Mental Illness, Mental Disabilities, IQ, Reaction Time, Strength, Memory, Language Therapy

End of Report

Membrane groaned. They finally told him about some tests, but they didn't even know what they should be doing—monitoring his conscience.

He sighed, and stood up from his chair. It felt as though he was going to have to run these tests himself.

He walked down to the "observation room" his team had put (Y/N) in. It was, in all seriousness, more like a jail cell with a one-way mirror. It was a long way from his office so he had a lot of time to think about absolutely anything.

He was scared. He didn't want to admit it at first—he literally watched someone assemble a person like a build-a-bear—but there was no other explanation for the way he hesitated to head down the long, spiraling staircase that lead to (Y/N)'s cell. It was well lit and there was a handrail so he wouldn't fall. The steps were wide enough for his (fucking gigantic) feet. There was literally no reason he should be so sweaty other than a rush of adrenaline. A rush of adrenaline that wanted him to run and turn his back upon his creation. It had to be fear.

But why was he scared? The last time Membrane had seen (Y/N), he was restrained. What if he hated him? (Y/N) has reported memory problems, so he might not remember him. But he couldn't help but wonder what would happen if (Y/N) did remember.

He continued down the staircase until he finally reached (Y/N)'s cell. Scientists scurried out of the way as Membrane pushed through.

"This is Professor Miguel Membrane, and I will be conducting tests three through nine." He looked over to his team, making sure they were ready. Pens were poised over paper. Two translators, German and French, were sitting next to them on opposite sides.

Everything was ready to go.

Membrane took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and walked inside. The room was a dull beige, only color was the faded red from the operation. The walls peeled near the corners. 'I'll have to fix that' he thought. The room itself was almost a prison room. A hard bed with thin sheets in the corner, a toilet, sink, and a shower all in the opposite side of the room. A desk sat by the bed; it had two drawers and looked as though it was made out of several types of wood.

"How fitting," the man chuckled.

He continued looking around the room they kept (Y/N) in, not knowing something was watching. He lurked up behind the scientist, breathing on his back. Membrane whipped around.

"Ahh, (Y/N), please, have a seat." He guided him over to his bed. (Y/N)'s eyes narrowed, but complied.

"Now, I will be conducting a series of tests on you. These will not require you to speak unless you desire to. Do this for 'yes'," he made a thumbs up, "do this for 'no'," he made a fist. "For multiple choice, point. If you want to skip, do this-" he put his hand horizontally- "and if you don't know shrug your shoulders. Do you understand all of that?" (Y/N) made a thumbs up with both hands.

"Quickly run through everything for me in the order I said it." (Y/N) made a thumbs up, a fist, pointed at something, laid his hand flat, then shrugged his shoulders.

Membrane made a hum of approval before flipping through the stack of papers he prepared. "Now, I'm going to give you an IQ test. Simply point at the one you think belongs in the missing space, okay?" Thumbs up.

After going through several sheets of paper, they finished. "Well done, (Y/N), you have an IQ of 128 (changelater)" He wrote that down as (Y/N) smiled. This one didn't push him or shove him around. He was gentle and calm. It wasn't too rushed, but it wasn't too slow. He had no clue what the IQ thing meant, but if he got to spend time with the nice man, he would answer anything.

"This concludes the IQ test. How do you feel (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) smiled. Yes.

Membrane laughed. "That's close enough to an answer. I'm going to ask you a series of yes or no questions. Answer honestly, okay? You can skip if it's too personal." Thumbs up.

"Do you want to hurt people?" No

"Do you want to hurt yourself?" No.

"Do you feel superior to anyone?" No.

"Do you feel less powerful?" No.

"Do you have episodes where you can't remember what happened?" Yes.

"Would you like to tell me about that?" He made both symbols on different hands as he shrugged his shoulders (what the cinnamon toast fuck did that mean). Membrane assumed that was a not yet.

He continued with the questions, concluding that (Y/N) suffered from mild depression and anxiety, and that could be chalked up to the new situation.

Membrane rechecked (Y/N)'s memory, albeit in a different way.

"I'm going to show you a series of pictures. You need to point to them in the order I point to them, okay?" Yes.

Membrane pointed to pictures of a bat, a frog, a cat, the frog again, the cat again, then finally a dog.

(Y/N) pointed at the bat, the frog, the cat, then hesitated a bit.

"Do you need help?" (Y/N) frowned. No. (Y/N) quickly pointed at the frog, cat, and dog, in quick succession.

Membrane laughed and nodded. "This concludes the memory test."

Several more tests followed, eventually adding up to (Y/N) had higher strength and reaction time than most humans. It wasn't surprising, as he was made up of all the best parts of people.

"That's about everything, (Y/N). Do you have any questions?" Membrane asked in a calm voice. This was shattered when (Y/N) said something.

"¿Cómo estoy?" (Y/N) asked in a raspy voice. Membrane jumped before quickly shaking his head to clear it.

He cleared his throat before saying, "Pues, haz una mirada." He guided (Y/N) to a mirror behind a locked cabinet.

(Y/N)'s face fell. "J'ai l'air... horrible." Membrane didn't know French, but it wasn't that hard to guess.

"No, estás muy hermoso."

"Was?" Oh no. He said that out loud. He said that last part out loud. And (Y/N) understood it.

The flustered scientist cleared his throat. "Dije... dije estás muy hermoso." He couldn't look (Y/N) in the eyes. How could he? Wait. Is this why he was scared? Was it because he...? His face was a rosy pink as he came to the realization he had fallen for his creation.

(Y/N) was just as shocked. His mouth hung open as his several skin tones all became red. The only thing he could think of doing surprised them both.

(Y/N) reached up and embraced Membrane, squeezing him tightly.

"Merci.”

Translations:

•¿Cómo estoy? — what do I look like?

(I'm choosing the version I got taught in eighth grade not translate hahA)

• Pues — well

• Haz una mirada — have a look

• J'ai l'air... horrible. — I look... horrible

• Estás muy hermoso. — you're very beautiful

• Was? — What?

• Dije — I said

• Merci — Thank you

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First kiss with Ateez

Hongjoong

It’s nighttime and you stroll through the empty streets of Seoul. You were visiting popular spots around town, but as it was so late, nobody but you two were there. It felt like you had the whole world to yourself. And while the street lights illuminated your face, Hongjoong knew in this moment that he was falling for you. Unconsciously he was leaning in and you followed his movements. When his lips met yours it felt like the city exploded into lights. The kiss was slow yet passionate and he hold your face like he did want to capture this moment for as long as possible.

Seonghwa

You were at a weekend trip as your family was friends with each other. During a campfire your family started to embarrass you and told how you were crushing so hard on Seonghwa last year. You never told him and he was oblivious to it, although it seemed obvious to everyone else. While you excused yourself (and thought about plans to let your family pay), he followed you to ask if you were ok. ,,Well of course not. My family just exposed my crush on you.“ Seonghwas expression was genuinely surprised. ,,But they said your crush on me was last year.“ Oh shit, you were digging this hole even deeper. ,,Yeah, that’s ehm what I meant.“ He looked at you with a slight smile, seemingly amused. ,,That’s too bad actually. Cause now I’m the one crushing.“ He tried to go back to your families, but you just grabbed his hand without thinking. ,,I lied... I’m..“ You couldn’t even finish this sentence as he quickly pecked your lip and waited for your reaction. When you smiled at him, he stated ,,So that’s ok then.“ You both were leaning in this time and kissing for longer. Your family started wondering if you both went missing, but when they find you almost making out, everyone was happy for you.

Yunho

Yunho and you were friends since your early school days and soon all would come to an end. With your upcoming graduation and you wanting to travel around for several months it looked like your friendship could change drastically. And not only that. You both had feelings for each other, but nobody dared to say anything. The week after your graduation you hang out in your tree house, that you build when you were kids. You were leaving in 5 days and spend all your free time thinking about what to do. You were so afraid of losing your friend and felt slightly on the edge. Yunho and you talked for several hours, but your worries never left and when you said goodbye, the tears started to drop. ,,y/n, how can I help you.“ He was holding onto you, rubbing your shoulders and your face ever so gently, while you tried to respond. ,,I’m really afraid that we will lose each other.“ Yunho felt his heart sink. ,,Don’t be, im coming with you.“ At this point you were really confused, but Yunho actually planned to travel with you for quite some time and he wanted to surprise you last minute. Relief settled over both of you and it felt right in this moment to just kiss him. So you did and everything fell into place. You knew each other for so long, that it was familiar and by the way Yunho continued to kiss you and give little kisses all over your face to collect the tears, you could feel his love for you.

Yeosang

It started when you had the glorious plan to learn how to skate. You went to the skatepark to practice your basic skills until you saw some cute boy, who was really talented. You never saw him talk much to the other people, so you asked them what was up with him. ,,He’s really shy“ everyone said about him, but still one day he came over to you to offer you some help. ,,Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you, but you’re doing the trick wrong and I’m afraid you might hurt yourself.“ He showed you how to do it way easier and you were grateful for his help. That day you talked for hours. It was really comfortable as he had such a calm attitude and gave you loads of tips. Over the next couple of weeks you practiced together and started to hang out all the time. It was pretty obvious that Yeosang was falling for you and although you felt the same, you never thought he would feel the same way. One afternoon when you went to the skate park, Yeosang got distracted by you and fell from his board. You immediately rushed to him as he laid passed out on the floor. He was mumbling sentences, but you couldn’t understand as you were calling the hospital as his legs was bent in a strange angle. The ambulance arrived minutes later and you accompined him on the way. After hours it turned out that his leg was injured, but fortunately not broken. You talked to him and he hold your hand the whole time and nobody seemed to really notice. His parents came to visit and you left the room, but still heard them say ,,Is this your girlfriend/boyfriend?“, to which Yeosang said ,,Hopefully one day“. When they left, you wanted to say goodbye as well, but also found the courage to do the following. ,,Does it hurt much? I could kiss it better.“ He nodded slightly so you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. When you turned away, he was blushing and his heart monitor went crazy. ,,y/n it still hurts a lot“ and with that he leaned in to give you a much longer kiss, while his heart was about to explode.

San

You knew San for years as you were both in the music industry. At this point you knew each other well enough, so you could just sense that San was especially nervous that day as his parents were in the venue. ,,I’m not good enough. They will think that I should just quit.“ He was freaking out and talking nonsense and you were just trying to calm him down. ,,Stop talking like this. You’re really talented and you deserve to be on this stage. Your parents should be proud of you as you’re such a good person.“ San was calmer, but when the last minute countdown started, he was hyperventilating. You didn’t know what to do. He was on the edge of a mental breakdown and you needed to somehow fix it. You remembered an idea from a tv show (it’s Teen Wolf) and before you could think things through, you were kissing him. San was so shocked that his breathing came back to normal. ,,Oh, it worked.“ You were perplexed as it worked out perfectly and San was still taken by surprise. ,,Y/n, thanks for helping me out.“ and under his breath he said ,,but now I got another problem“ (his feeling for you). He somehow managed to do the show smoothly and was over the moon by it. When he saw you backstage he was still overwhelmed by everything, so he went to steal his second kiss of the night, which was way longer and full of emotions.

Mingi

Mingi was one of the best dancers of your school and you needed some help for your upcoming semester as you had to perform a song in front of the whole class. ,,I don’t believe that you can’t dance. Nobody is as bad as they think.“ Oh boy was he in the wrong. When you showed him your dance skills he was bursting into his bright laughter. ,,Well ok, we need to work on this immediately.“ Mingi was always friendly and helpful. His easy-going personality helped you a lot through the dance lessons in the following weeks. Both of you were still a little clumsy, so when you did a spin Mingi was tripping and tore you both to the floor. And that is how you ,,unfortunately“ landed on top of his lips. Both of you were really perplexed and froze for several moments before pulling away. You tried to act like nothing happened, but he couldn’t let it slide. ,,It was actually not that bad. I kind of enjoyed it, but we could just go on a date first??? If you want...“ Mingi was struggling with his words and you were as well. ,,Yeah, that would be nice.“ So you started to see each other and the rest is history. (It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this. It was only a kiss...)

Wooyoung

Wooyoung and you were doing a group project together and it was quite annoying. Nobody was keen on working with the other person, but that’s the nature of this kind of school work. You fought a lot about how little the other person did and you still hadn’t a clue what to do for your presentation. Time was slowly ticking away and so did your nerves. You literally couldn’t stand him staring at you, like he hated you with all of his being. Your frustration grew as you made no progress on the project. All your stress made your habits ten times worse. You started biting your nails and lips and Wooyoung felt worried when he looked at you. ,,y/n, you should try to relax a bit. It’s just a grade.“ ,,Why do you actually say that? Like you would care.“ Truth was he didn’t care for the project, but he cared for you. You worked like this for some time and your stress became worse as you tensed your jaw and bit down on your lips. He couldn’t take it anymore, as he quickly (but somehow gently) leaned in and kissed you. Wooyoung thought that you would interrupt him immediately, but he was wrong. You were kissing for what felt like hours and the stress slowly left you bit for bit. When you parted, nobody dared to speak. Wooyoung wanted to say something about the kiss and that you shouldn’t bit your lips as it’s such a waste of them. But you tried to gather your remaining brain cells by saying ,,We still got nothing, Wooyoung. The presentation is tomorrow.“ And with that you both bursted into laughter, somehow finished everything and winged it and still found the time for other things along the way.

Jongho

You and Jongho were practicing for a musical. As you both were the lead roles you had to practice for several hours a day and grew closer to each other. It started out as a really sweet friendship but after some time you developed feelings for him, although you stayed quiet. You knew that your chemistry on stage was unmatched, but you just didn’t know if it was the fact that your roles were designed to fall in love with each other or if it was real. On the day of the performance you felt incredibly nervous, but when you saw Jongho you calmed down immediately. He gave you a long hug before the first scene and everything went smoothly. During the last scene everything got more intense than usual and you felt the urge to finally do something about your feelings. Just when it all was coming to an end and the curtains fell, Jongho wasted no time to kiss you. Even though the applause was extremely loud, you didn’t acknowledge your surroundings anymore. Both of you just stood there for what felt like ages, until the rest of the cast came and stared at you like ,,it was about time“.