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Don't Speak 50

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber, Steve Kemp

Note: getting close.

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You hate the smell of hospitals. It clings in your nose even after you leave. You can taste it. It dries out the mouth. It stains like the blinding lights against the sterile walls. Your vision is washed out in the hangover of your outing. 

The doctor took your blood. He asked questions too but you didn’t answer them. Ann did. Even if you had tried, you wouldn’t have gotten a word in. 

You left with another appointment scheduled and an endless list of rules. No caffeine, no lunch meat, no hot baths, only sleep on your side... Your body is a prison. It always has been but now, it’s like solitary confinement. Dark and isolating. You can’t see the way out. 

You sit in the back of the car, staring at the seat in front of you. Like a child. She didn’t stop you from sitting back there but you can’t sit beside her. Maybe she prefers it too. Her touch has always said more than her words. She despises you. 

The colours of the city blur. Pallid and dull with the late dregs of winter. You hug yourself and a new tide of nausea overwhelms you as you touch your stomach. You try not to. It’s a reminder. You’re not showing yet, not there, but in other ways. You can feel it even if you can’t see it. 

Ann sighs as she rolls slowly down the suburban street. You recognise the brick house. You rarely see the outside of it. She hits the button below the rear view mirror and the garage door opens. You know what they do. They don’t let you out of the car outside, only in the garage. They’re hiding you. 

As she pulls in, you slump against the door. She unlocks the doors and clicks the button on her belt. You unhook your own seat belt and follow her at a delay. It’s easier to just do everything she wants. 

She hums as she stands, “oof, I’m sore,” she complains, “will you get the door.” 

You nod and go to the button mounted on the wall. Before you can hit it, a grizzly voice wafts through the frigid air, blowing in with the wind under the open garage door. Your hand lingers before the close button but doesn’t hit it. 

A man ducks to see through, “hi, excuse me,” he says as he raises a hand above him to grip the metal, “I’m looking to deliver a package...” 

“Oh, a package?” Ann echoes, “I’m not expecting anything.” 

“Uh, yeah, it’s for... Dr. Steve Kemp?” He shifts the flat box under his arm to read it. “It’s pretty cold out here. Think you can take it off my hands?” 

“Why, of course,” she strides along the length of the car, “I’m his wife.” 

The man nods as she approaches and his grey blue eyes wander over to you. His dark stubble refines the angle of his jaw as a tuque covers his hair. You squint. He’s familiar but you don’t know how. He stares for a moment then hands over the package, “just sign here.” 

He takes out his phone and presents it to her. She drags her finger over the screen then pulls back to examine the box, “thank you, sir. Bit late for a delivery.” 

“Got backed up with the ice up on the freeway. Everyone’s taking the back roads today.” 

“Ah, makes sense,” she says, “well, you have a good day.” 

“You as well, ma’am.” 

He backs up and marches off without another look or word in your direction. She looks down at the box and rolls her eyes. She backs up.  

“Close the door. It’s freezing.” 

You tap the button and the door descends with the thrum of the motor above. You wait for her to go inside first before you follow. You hear the kids and Steve’s low timbre. You wonder why the courier didn’t knock on the front door. Maybe he did but couldn’t be heard. The TV is blaring as the kids giggle and holler. 

“Steve,” Ann calls out as you leave your shoes on the mat, “you got a delivery.” 

He doesn’t answer. She keeps on down the hall and drops the package on the side table against the wall. She stops to peer into the front room. 

“Honey,” she says curtly, “package.” 

“Alright,” he says, slightly agitated as he helps Harper build blocks into a castle. “Thanks. Any idea what it is?” 

“I don’t know. Looked like more of those magazines. Aren’t those supposed to go to your office?” 

“Could be an old subscription,” he shrugs. You stand back in the shadows but he finds you, “how’d it go?” 

“Fine. She’s on track. She’ll have a scan next week,” she sniffs. “You made a mess in here.” 

“The kids are bored. It’s too cold to go outside,” he grumbles. 

“As long as I’m not the one cleaning it up,” she tuts. 

“Love you too, honey,” Steve says dryly.  

“Got enough to worry about with the baby...” she mutters, “I’m thinking of sending out a card as an announcement.” 

“Ann, really? No one cares about a third kid,” he chuckles. 

“I care,” she snips. “Aren’t you excited?” 

“Of course I am. I just don’t see why it needs to be a whole broadcast.” 

You shrink away from their argument as the children give pause at their parents’ tones. They might be young but there’s an obvious tension there. You don’t dare interrupt. 

“It’s a big deal,” she growls. “It’s almost dinner time. Did you take out the chicken like I asked?” 

“I promised the kids pizza. Figured we’d order.” 

“Pizza? It’s so expensive these day--” 

A knock cuts her off and she winces. She huffs and shakes her head. “Busy day.” 

“Could be Jeff. He borrowed my drill.” 

“Tell him to keep it,” she ignores the door and struts back down the hall. “You never use it anyway.” 

You flatten yourself against the wall to let her pass. You stare up the stairs, wondering if you should just go and hide. When they need you, they’ll find you. 

“Get the door, will ya, sweetie?” Steve says. 

You hesitate. That’s all you are these days. A thing to be used. You’re not a person to them. Just a means to an end. You nod. 

You go down the hall to the door. You’re nervous. You don’t like strangers. You’ve had enough of them for the day. All those nurses poking and prodding and preening over that thing inside of you. 

Just get it over with. You make yourself open the door. 

Before you can say a word, you’re name whispers with the wind. You’re seized and pulled into a hug. You barely catch a glimpse before the woman has you in her arms. You can smell her. She always smells of cinnamon. 

“You’re alive,” she says. “Oh my god, you’re alive.” 

“Huh?” You wriggle in confusion, “Amber?” 

“I’ve been...” she loosens her hold but keeps her hands on your arms. “I’ve been looking for you. All these months. I’ve been...” her eyes gleam with tears. “I’ve been so afraid.” 

You’re frozen by more than the chill creeping in around her. Something cracks. Like a toothpick between your fingers, you feel it. All those weeks of hiding behind a wall, of telling yourself not to feel, to just get through it. It’s more than her being there, it’s the care and gentleness in her touch. That’s different. 

She lets you go and holds you at arm’s length, “hey, bub, what’s... you okay? Come on, let’s go home.” 

You blink at her. You look around at your eyes burn with a glimmer of tears, “what?” 

“Home, bubba. Please.” 

“Why?” You breathe. 

“Why? Because...” her voice trails off as you sense a shadow behind you. 

You turn as Steve stands in the doorway, his hands on his childrens’ shoulders. His eyes narrow and his jaw squares, “kids, go find your mother.” 

“Daddy?” Avery says. 

He hushes her and nudges them both down the hall. They run up the stairs and he turns to face you. And Amber. You don’t like the way he looks at her. 

“Ah, took you long enough,” he steps up next to her. “Right, dove? She really took her time. Almost like she doesn’t care at all.” 

You look between them, a sinking sensation rising in your chest. “What?” 

You can’t understand any of it. That wall is slowly crumbling. The only protection you have from any of this. The only thing keeping you from destroying yourself. 

“As if you do, doctor!” Amber snaps.  

He snorts, “as far as I have it, I’m the only one who ever tried to help you find her. Thanksgiving wasn’t that long ago, was it? You can’t blame me for your lack of follow up--” 

“Bullshit,” Amber snarls, her tone and words frightening you. “I’ve been searching for months. I’ve been tearing my hair out and you’ve had her all this time. Do you understand what that man’s been doing? He just sits outside my house and--” She throws her hands up, “you’re just like him.” 

“I’m helping this poor woman escape years of abuse and neglect. Neglect of her mental wellbeing, narcissistic abuse, using her to prop yourself up--” 

“I never—she's my sister. I take care of her.” 

“You do, Amber? So where have you been?” Steve chuckles. 

She lunges forward but doesn’t reach Steve as he steps back and she’s caught from behind. Another man stands behind her, his arm hooked around her middle as he restrains her. It’s him, the delivery man. You recognise him now. He was on her Insta. 

“Amb, please, calm down,” he holds onto her, “shhh, come on. Everyone, let’s be calm.” 

His voice alone puts his words into effect. You feel calm. He slowly releases Amber and squeezes her sleeve. He looks between you and Steve.  

Steve grabs your wrist and pulls you behind him, “I should call the police. You’re disturbing my family--” 

“She’s my family,” Amber growls. “Bub, please, come home.” 

“This doesn’t have to be hostile,” the other man says. “We came here to bring her sister home. That’s all.” 

“She is home--” 

“Ask her,” Amber cries out. “Look at her. I know she wants to come home. Right, bubba? Ask her. Ask. Her.” Amber’s close to tears as she begs, “please. Listen to her. Why does no one listen to her?” 

The words hit you like a punch in the gut. She’s right. No one listens, not if you don’t say what they want. No one but her. Your sister. The only person you ever had. The one who kept you behind her when your mother was having one of her fits, the one who told you to lock the door when the screaming got loud, the one who held you even when it hurt too much to be touched. 

The one who loves you.  

“Home. I want to go home,” you say and try to push past Steve. He turns and holds you, an arm across your chest. “No, home. With her. Amber--” 

You reach for her but he keeps you from getting to her. Amber extends her arm as you wriggle against the restraint. You stomp your feet and thrash. 

“This isn’t my home!” You holler. “This isn’t--” You’re breathless and dizzy. “Amber, help! Amber!” 

“Let her go, man,” the other man says. He’s taller than Steve. He steps up, filling the doorway. 

“Curtis,” Amber whines. 

“She’s not fit. She’s manic. Having an episode. You don’t understand. She’s in treatment. I’m a doctor--” 

“She says she wants to go.” That man, Curtis, grits through his teeth. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Ann snarls sourly as she comes down the stairs, “there are children in this house.” 

“Shouldn’t be,” Curtis sneers. “The meaning is simple. We came for her, we’re not leaving without her.” 

“And who the fuck are you, pal?” Steve puts himself between you and the door. Ann latches onto your wrist and tugs you back. 

“Let her go!” Amber cries out. 

You twist your wrist free as the room tilts and spins around you. Your head bobbles as you look around at the hazy figures. You back up and turn, racing away from the chaos. You hear your sister wail and that man she’s with snarls. There’s footsteps and a clamour. A mess all around. 

You hurl yourself upwards and stumble over the top step. You’re not thinking, just doing. You burst into the guest room and tear open the drawer in the nightstand. You grab your sweater and your journal and a few random pieces of clothing. You bundle it all up and charge back out. 

“Fuck off of her!” Curtis barks. 

“She’s trespassing,” Steve snarls. 

“Oh, stop it! Stop it!” Ann shrieks, “would you stress a pregnant woman like this? Oh my, oh my!” 

You barrel back down the stairs and stop at the bottom. You look at Ann as she touches her stomach. You curl your lip and the realisation startles on you. Locking you up in the room, not letting you out front, keeping you inside all day long... 

“What is all that?” She turns on you. “You’re not going anywhere.” 

“Come on, bub,” Amber shouts as Ann grabs your ear. “Let her go, you bitch!” 

Steve slips in his socks as he tries to hold her back. He flies back as Curtis throws him into the wall and stomps forward. Ann cries out and cowers away as the sting of her pinch throbs in the shell of your ear. 

“Shoes,” Curtis snarls, “go get em.” 

You look down as he glances at your feet. He turns back and grabs Steve by the back of his sweater and drags him away from Amber. He spins him by the shoulder and pins him to the wall. He snaps his fingers. 

“Amb, help her find her shoes.” 

Amber squeezes by and Ann moves toward you. Your sister puts her arm across you and steps up to the other woman. 

“Touch her again and I’ll rip your pretty hair out,” Amber lurches as if she might actually do it. Ann shies away with a screech. 

“Please, please, don’t hurt me,” she keeps her hand on her stomach, “you wouldn’t hurt a pregnant woman.” 

You shrink away and scuttle down the hall to the mat by the garage. You bend down the back of your sneakers as you step into them. You come back as Ann sobs. 

“Oh, please, we were only helping her,” she rocks against the wall. “Please, don’t hurt my husband. Steve, baby, are you okay?” 

“Fucking take her,” Steve shoves Curtis off of him as he kicks his foot into the wall. “She’s broken anyway. Can’t fix that.” 

Curtis staggers a single step and tilts his head dangerously. His hand balls to a fist. “That’s fucked up, doctor.” 

“Curt,” Amber puts her arm around your shoulders and ushers you forward, “let’s just go.” 

“Yeah, fucking run like you do from everything, Dove. Isn’t that how it goes?” Steve snarls. 

You stop beside him and waver. Amber stops too. You look at her and nod. You pull away and she lets you go. You face Steve with watery eyes. 

“You’re evil. I hate you.” You say. “You don’t deserve those children. Or mine.” 

His eyes flare and he stands straight. Curtis looms and you turn away. You walk forward and Amber follows. You don’t look back. You can’t. You’re going home. 

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Make me a daddy

pairing: Teacher!Chris x Single!Busty!Mom!Reader

summary: One parent’s meeting turns into a raging breeding session, as Y/n meets her son’s teacher for the first time, making him a daddy is first priority Smut‼️ (requested by anon)

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“Welcome Miss.Y/l/n, i’m Mr Evans, Leon’s first grade teacher” Chris smirked his eyes clearly trained on the young mother’s exposed cleavage, her top doing nothing to hide her large tits, a shy smile on her face. “Oh yes, u-uh Leon’s told me all about you sir” Y/n smiled back, noticing his eyes on her chest.

“So I understand you had him quite young, at 21, so that would make you 27?” Chris asked standing up, his hands closing the curtains on the opposite side. “Yup, that’s me, haha” Y/n laughed awkwardly shrugging back her shoulders as Chris walked behind her, his hand dragging across her shoulders.

“If you don’t mind me asking, his father?”

“Not in the picture sir” She said shortly, listening to Chris stand behind her, his hands on both her shoulders. “Thank God, because Leon has told me about his momma’s little crush ‘my mommy thinks you’re handsome Mr. Evans, maybe you can be my dad?’ “

Chris said referencing the young six year old boy, who clearly still couldn’t process the fact that he had a single mother, single for now anyway.

“Oh gosh, Mr Evans i’m so sorry, I’ll talk to him about that, don’t worry-“

“No. Honey you don’t need to worry” Chris whispered bending down, his fingers coming around her frame to unbutton her shirt, her maternity bra still on despite having stopped breastfeeding years ago. Nothing else was able to hold her heavy tits for her. “Would you look at that? i’ve always dreamed of sucking these gorgeous tits, can I do that for you honey?” Chris asked kissing below her ear, his nose nuzzling against her cheek as she nodded.

Unclipping the front clip, Chris fondled the two globes of flesh hungrily, slapping them together to make the lewdest sounds. “Stand up for me baby, stand up for your man” Chris taunted pulling her up the arms and setting her onto his desk, fully pulling her shirt open, her grey pencil skirt bunched up to her hips.

“W-wait what if Leon finds out?” Y/n panicked holding onto his hand which was already pulling her underwear down her thighs, “It’s okay baby, just enjoy yourself” His fingers kneading her tits roughly, putting her two nipples together just so he could suck them both at once. “F-fuck Chris, feels so good, they’re so tense”

“No shit baby look how fuckin’ big these girls are, n’ they’re all for me now. It’s sir to you” He grumbled continuing to play with her tits, Y/n’s thighs now hugging his waist to bring him closer, her wet naked pussy pushing against his black jeans. “Not fair” Y/n pouted pulling at his buttons, his zipper not coming off as easily as she wished.

Pushing down his bottoms and briefs, his large hardened cock sprung out against his stomach, the mere sight of it making Y/n’s mouth water. “Gonna make me a daddy huh Y/n? We gonna give Leon a baby brother?” Chris smirked slowly pushing in the tip, Y/n’s face turning into an ‘O’

“Fuck you’re so hot baby, tits bouncing everywhere, a big fuckin milf that’s what you are” Thrusting in deeply and slowly, her hands held onto the collar of his cream coloured sweater, her mouth agape with each thrust hitting her G-spot. “M-mhm feel so good, a-another baby? really?”

“Of course momma, we can make our own perfect family, keep ya knocked up, all round full of me” Chris mocked pouting at her cute face, before spitting, missing her mouth by a few centimetres, his fingers filthily rubbing his spit into her mouth and face. “My filthy baby momma, how about that? Make these tits even bigger with milk, make me a daddy”

“Sir that sounds so dirty, you’re makin me your dirty girl” Y/n moaned, her head against Chris’ chest as his fingers gripped onto her ass cheeks, his fingers prodding at her puckered backdoor. “W-wait no one’s ever-“

“Shh baby it’s okay, you trust daddy right? I only want what’s best for you and our baby” Chris taunted slowly pushing his finger in, his mouth landing on hers, their teeth clashing in a sloppy spit-filled kiss. Y/n’s ass and pussy clenching around him at once as his other hand teased her hard nipple, flicking it and pinching it as if he was trying to get milk.

“Mhm, daddy, baby, milk” Y/n smiled sleepily, random words of Chris’ spilling from her mouth, clearly dumbed out from his cock. “You’re so damn gorgeous, how’d anyone let you go, you sexy bitch, gonna take care of you like any man shoulda”

“R-really? L-like a happy family?” Y/n asked, her eyes meeting his, fireworks going off inside her as she felt his heavy balls slapping her pussy, his mouth spitting onto where his cock went into her pussy. “Yes baby course, get married, the whole dream”

“Look baby watch me get you pregnant, get you full of me, watch you waddle around town makin’ sure everyone knows you’re mine. You like that huh?” Chris spewed starting to feel his cock twitch inside her pussy, feeling her hand start to fondle his balls seductively as if she’d done it before. “You gonna watch me swell up? Suck on my tits when they’re too full? Is that what you wanna do, sir?” She replied smirking dopily.

“Fuck baby yes, wanna knock you up, make the perfect mix of you n’ me; gives me all the more reason to cum inside this gorgeous pussy”

“Go ahead daddy, cum in my pussy, make us a family of four” Y/n said taking his hand and rubbing it all over her stomach, his fingers tracing over her stretch marks which were also littered over her round breasts, making her all the more sexy to him.

“You got it babe, let me give you a kiss while I pump you full of me”

Sticking his tongue out, he licked into her mouth, tasting her strawberry lip-balm. Their lips clamped onto each other’s as her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him flush against her, his thrusts growing more erratic and crazy, their tongues mingling as he came inside her. Painting her walls white as he rocked slowly against her, her tits in his hands as they broke away from the kiss.

“Let’s go tell Leon the good news shall we? Or is that a bit quick” Chris smirked still being inside her, his thumb caressing the bottom of her stomach gently, a kiss being placed to the corner of his mouth

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Like the Ocean

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- [ Y/n L/n - Quirk: Water, She can manipulate any amount of water through the different states of matter and bend it to her will. She appears to have no limit to how much she can move ]

(Y/n) always wanted to become a hero. She had been training for it ever since she was young. Her quirk sounds simple but can be very dangerous, and when in use it takes constant focus to command it. However, ever since a dangerous incident in her childhood, her quirk hasn't been the same. Despite it all, she remains hopeful that she can grow to be a powerful Pro-Hero. Nothing will stand in her way.

Except, something does.

Someone by the name of Katsuki Bakugo.

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That morning, You awoke especially early.

You wish you could say it was because you woke up incredibly energized, or that you had to do some extra training, or you needed to finish going over the syllabi before the school day officially started or something as regular as that.

The truth was, You woke up early because today it was raining.

You've always loved the rain. Watching thunderstorms during warm summer nights was your favorite activity when you were younger. You and your parents would sit out on the patio and stare into the evening sky, just enjoying the view and experiencing it together. Everytime it storms, you can recall those happy memories.

Part of you also wondered if it was because of your quirk that you loved the rain. Water droplets are easy to control in mass amounts, you had experimented making rain yourself multiple times. But just walking around, letting the water hit your face and just feeling everything around you felt incredible. Obviously you could see and feel the world perfectly fine, but during rainy days it's like your senses become heightened and you could feel the world in an entirely new way. It was an incredible feeling.

You loved the rain.

As you finished buttoning your blazer, you rushed out of your room and grabbed your bag off the floor by the stairs. You paused at the doorway and glanced over to your mom’s empty reclining chair.

‘She’ll probably be sleeping most of today.’ You thought to yourself. ‘More time to train tonight then.’ And with that, you pushed open the door.

The sun was just beginning to rise, although it was hard to tell through the grey clouds. The dreary day couldn't damper your mood though, and you skipped happily along the sidewalk while jumping into the occasional puddles.

As you carried on through your neighborhood, you eventually reached the road that took you into the main part of town, away from the residential houses.

That was where you saw him.

The blond boy, Bakugo, was angrily stomping through the rain not caring for the people who walked past him. He was wearing normal sweats, backpack in hand and the most peculiar thing of them all; He wasn't holding an umbrella.

‘Maybe he forgot one.’ You pondered, crossing the sidewalk to his part of the street. ‘That would explain why he’s mad right now, but then again, it seems like he's always this mad…’ You remembered something interesting your mother had mentioned last night though, about angry people, that is.

~

“That one boy, Bakugo.” You began, and your mother inclined her head towards you. “He said that this other boy, Midoriya, in my class was quirkless, but I’m not too sure. He launched the softball farther than his explosion, his finger was injured pretty bad though. You should've seen his face Mama, Bakugo seemed really upset. They must have a super dramatic past.” You giggled.

“Naiad.” You mother chastised. “Don't go chasing stories from someone you've never spoken to.”

“I dunno Mama.” You rolled your eyes. “He was really violent yesterday, he almost blew off Mina’s face just to get a uniform. I don't want to be talking to someone that angry.”

Your mother leaned over and smacked you on the back of your head. With a yelp you instinctively covered your face and bent towards the floor.

“I raised you better (Y/n).” Your mother tutted. “You better treat your classmates with the kindness they deserve, including the angry boy.” You leaned back up and looked at your mother’s warm face.

“Mama—”

“Naiad, sometimes angry people have a lot going on with little ways of expressing it. Don't be so quick to judge your peers. Why don't you talk to him and be a shoulder to lean on? I'm sure he'd really appreciate it.”

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A shudder ran down your spine just thinking about it.

‘Mama, he's probably going to kill me if I even talk to him…’

But, against your better judgment, You raised your arm up and yelled out,

“Hey, Bakugo! Wait up!”

…And he didn't turn around.

‘Okay so much for that.’ You could practically hear your mother scolding you for giving up, so you started jogging to catch up to him.

“Excuse me, it's rude to ignore people.” You slowed down as you came up next to him, plastering a smile onto your face. “I’m (Y/n), in case you didn't remember…from yesterday. You kind of threatened me but that’s okay!” You stuck out your hand awkwardly to him.

“I don't care what your name is.” Bakugo spat out, pushing past you. “Leave me alone.”

“Well, I noticed you didn't have an umbrella.” You jogged to the other side of him. “And so, since we’re in the same class I thought I'd be nice and help you out! Especially since you’re… soaked. And it’s raining.” He rolled his eyes and slung his bag over his back, nearly hitting you in the process.

‘Mama give me strength.’ You thought bitterly. ‘This was so easy yesterday with Mina and Tsu, why is he being such a dick?!’ As Bakugo got further away, an idea crossed your mind.

‘Okay, I'll just show him what I mean, then he'll be more inclined to be nice to me since I’ll be helping him out.’

As easy as lifting a finger, you reached out to the water that soaked his clothes and the rain that fell around him, and lifted it high to create a little shield. The water obeyed, and swept into the shape of a dome over his head. Bakugo stopped, quickly feeling around him, his clothes, and then looking up to the sky. His back twitched and he turned to face you, a fire blazing in his red eyes.

“You're welcome.” You smiled, trying to put all of your positive energy into it. “Isn't this so much better?”

“Do your ears not fucking work?! I don't need your help, you damned fish. I'm fine the way I am!” He yelled and walked faster ahead of you, the dome following him.

You thought about dropping the water back onto him and carrying on with your day.

Like really, really, thought about it.

But, like a saving grace you plastered your smile back on and ran back to Bakugo, who was now stopped at a crosswalk sign.

“Okay so we’ve really gotten off the wrong foot.” You began. “I'm sorry that I stepped in like this, I just wanted to help you since we’re, y’know.. classmates. But if you don't want it that's perfectly fine.” Bakugo stopped and begrudgingly faced you.

“Get rid of the dome, and fuck off.” He threatened, staring intently into your eyes. “I don't need to know your name and I don't need your stupid help, so stop following me you bastard.”

‘See mama, I told you so.’ You thought bitterly, but you refused to let your smile drop in front of him.

“Okay! That’s all you had to say!”

‘He could've said that any nicer but I guess that's just impossible for him.’

You reached your hand up high, making a grand show of dissipating the dome over his head. And while you thought about dumping the water straight onto him, you just decided to toss it into the street. The rain immediately latched onto him, spiky hair falling flat and soaking his clothes.

With a smile still on your face, you pushed the opposite crosswalk button and walked to the other side of the road, not bothering to look back at him. Once you finished crossing the street, you let the false smile finally fall.

‘I try to be nice to him and he just ruins my day.’ A spark of rage burned in your chest at your dampening mood and you no longer felt like enjoying the morning rain.

~

The sun was now higher in the sky and you decided it was finally time to walk into the school. While your encounter with Bakugo had left a sour taste in your mouth, you had let off some steam by messing around with the rain. Now, you were revitalized and ready to be at school once again.

“Goodmorning (Y/n)!” Tsu greeted you as you walked through the door. She was sitting at her desk, notebooks already placed on the table.

“Goodmorning, Tsu!” You smiled and took your seat next to her, shoving your bag under your desk. “How has your day been?”

“It was alright, I'm glad I didn't forget my umbrella today, I would've had to take the train instead of walking.”

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” You looked out of the windows to see the gray clouds still rolling overhead. “I wonder when the weather's going to clear up, the report said it was supposed to be sunny today.” Part of you wanted to reach out to the skies and rip the clouds away, pulling the moisture to anywhere but overhead. But you learned a long time ago how dangerous messing with the weather was.

As more of your classmates settled in for the day, you and Tsu continued to idly chat until Mina came in and joined you. She had also gotten caught outside in the rain this morning, on account of getting out of bed a little later than she wanted.

“This is just my luck, I have to run to school in the rain and I’m pretty sure I left my lunch at home.” Mina slumped onto her desk and sighed, the water from her hair dripping onto the floor.

“I might be able to help.” You commented, raising your right arm. “I mean, I can pull the water out of your clothes and hair so that way you're not sopping wet all day.”

“REALLY?!” Mina shot up in her desk. “(Y/N) THAT WOULD BE AMAZING PLEASE HELP ME PLEEEAAASE!!!” You and Tsu giggled at her overreaction, and you raised both of your arms to gently grab the water from Mina. The droplets complied easily, and within five seconds you had collected all of the water. Mina brushed through her hair and patted down her uniform.

“I'm all dry!” Mina exclaimed while twirling in a circle. “That was so amazing and kind of you, thank you so much (Y/n)!!!”

As she continued to thank you, a familiar blond head of hair walked into the room behind her. Bakugo was now wearing his UA uniform, and he looked dry for the most part. Upon seeing Mina’s twirling and gleeful cheers, he glanced over to you and immediately glared down at the water in your hands. With a scoff, he walked right on by and headed to his seat.

“You don't have to keep thanking me, Mina, it was really no trouble at all.” You smiled and swirled the water through the air. Now you just had to get rid of it before class started. Evaporating water was tricker for you to control, it took a lot of frustration to even get water to boil, but you didn't really have anywhere to put the rainwater so…

You thought back to your morning, and how hard you tried to be kind to Bakugo but he only insulted you and blew you off. You could feel the heat rising in your face and the water started shaking where you held it. As you focused on that spark burning in your chest, the water turned to a cloud of air and you were left empty handed. Tsu placed her finger on her chin and looked over to you.

“I get it now, (Y/n), your quirk allows you to manipulate water through the different phases, right?” You looked over to her bashfully, letting the spark fizzle out.

“Yeah that's pretty much it!” You laughed. “Only water though, so water-adjacent stuff like teas and sodas are off of the table.”

“That's still a powerful quirk.” She commented. “Moving water through matter that quick is a versatile skill to have! You'd make a great hero!”

“You as well, Tsu!” You smiled at her and she grinned back.

Just as Mina was about to pipe in, a familiar yellow sleeping bag shuffled into the room.

“Good morning, class.” Mr. Aizawa mumbled from under the fabric. “Today we’ll cover the contents in the syllabus. So go ahead and pull out your notebooks…”

~

The school day had gone by in a blur.

Your English classes with Present Mic were boring, as most of your class wasn't proficient in grammar and sentence structure. Yaoyorozu, however, carried everyone through the period.

During lunch, you had sat with Tsu and Mina, discussing your future classes and enjoying the Lunch Rush food that was provided. To put it simply, nothing special had happened for the entire day.

That is, until your very last class of the day.

“I AM HERE!” A hulking figure sped into the classroom and gave a dramatic pose. “COMING INTO THE ROOM LIKE A HERO!” The familiar sign of golden bunny ears made your heart leap into your throat. As the blue cape fell away, your classmates let out a collective gasp.

“Woah, All-Might’s really a teacher here?”

“He's so awesome! I love UA!!”

“This year’s going to be so cool!!”

“IS THAT HIS SILVER AGE COSTUME?! OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!”

You could feel your heart pounding as you stared up at your teacher. You were really here. Now. In the flesh. Staring at the very symbol of peace who saved your life all those years ago.

‘I wonder if he remembers me?’

“Welcome students! To the most important class you'll have here at UA High!” He boomed, and gleefully placed his hands on his hips. “This is your standard Hero-101 class! I will be teaching you the basics of being a Pro.” Everyone listened with rapt attention as All-Might scribbled a couple notes on the board.

“The lesson I've prepared will be difficult, young students. Today will be all about combat training! But before we begin, can anyone tell me what one of the most important part of being a hero is?”

Iida shot his hand into the air, nearly throwing himself out of his seat. “Sir, of course the most important part of being a hero is saving people!”

“Correct! Mostly!” All-Might gave a thumbs up. “The key part of being a hero is your appearance! Your costume identifies you to the people, assuring them that they are safe when they see your emblem!” He pushed a button under the desk and the left wall of the classroom rolled out, revealing numbered cases one through twenty-one.

“Now, you all submitted quirk registration forms before the year began, yes? Based on your form, we created costumes from the designs you submitted!” Your classmates gleefully cheered to one another and Mina turned to smile back at you and Tsu, a sparkle in her eyes.

“We’re gettin our costumes!!” She squealed, pumping her first into the air.

“Once you’re suited up, meet me at Training Ground Beta!” All-Might commanded.

“Yes sir!” You all said in unison.

Everyone gleefully stood up and rushed over to the left side of the classroom. However, not wanting to create a repeat of yesterday, you hung back in the back and just decided to wait.

‘I wonder if they made any modifications to my suit?’ You pondered, watching as the people towards the front were gleefully opening their cases. ‘That would be really inconvenient… I made everything on the sheet pretty specific.' As you grabbed your numbered case and left for the changing rooms, curiosity shivered down your spine and when you finally unlatched your case, your heart nearly exploded in excitement.

“(Y/n) is that your costume?” Tsu asked, unfolding a green body suit out of the case.

“Yeah, hopefully everything’s in order."” You laughed nervously Tsu moved to sit on the bench while you started putting on your costume. 

When you were first designing your costume, you wanted to pay homage to your parents’ costumes during their golden days. Your father was on the simple side, combat scuba gear and jets fashioned onto the feet to propel him through water. Your mother, on the other hand, was more flashy and stylistic with her costume choice. So you modeled certain aspects off her costume for the glamor moments. 

The shirt itself was a plain long sleeved shirt, but the spine was elevated and armored, being modeled after the pointed spikes like a lionfish would have. These spikes followed along to your elbows, laying aerodynamically towards your back. The spikes themselves were removable which was useful for battle, however, you'd have to individually retrieve them if you wanted to use them again.

Your pants were relatively simple, baggy and lightweight for you to easily move around in. They had a plethora of pockets to store first-aid capsules and other necessary trinkets for being a pro-hero. But the most important thing about them were the bags.

As you buckled your belt you were left with four empty bobbles in the case. They laid flat and compressed, being squished at the bottom of the case. You walked over to the sinks and began filling each individual capsule until it looked like it couldn't hold water anymore. The point of these was to solve the simple problem your quirk could be useless in. If you weren't close enough to water. But these capsule can eject and contain close to 1 gallon of water each which would be more than enough for you to fight with. Once they were filled, you attached them to the holders on the sides of your thigh and walked over to the mirrors. With that, your costume was complete.

You looked…good.

A sense of confidence rolled through you and you grinned as you twirled around in the mirror. The spikes made you feel threatening, and hearing them rattle as you walked made you feel even more powerful.

“Wow (Y/n)!” Tsu commented behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you met her kind smile “I don't know why you were so worried, it looks incredible!” 

“Thank you, Tsu! I love your costume, it's very fitting to your quirk!!”

“Yeah I just wanted something that felt like me, plus the goggles are really useful!”

“I’m readyyyy!!” Mina called from around the corner, and stopped upon seeing you. She was wearing a cheetah-print bodysuit which complimented her hair and skin color perfectly. “WOW!!! (Y/n) you look so baddass!! And Tsu ohmygosh you're so adorable I'm going to start crying!!!” She sniffled and placed her hands on her face. “I LOVE BEING AT UA!!” She squealed.

You and Tsu laughed at Mina and ran to her side for a quick group hug. She rubbed her eyes but quickly started fanning her face.

“I'm all good!” She reassured. “Sorry, I'm just so excited!!”

“You should save that energy for the training today.” You joked and started walking towards the door, Tsu and Mina following close behind. “Who knows what All-Might has planned for us out there.”

As you all exited the changing rooms, you spotted a couple of the guys in your class walking ahead further down the hallway. One with spiky red hair, the other with golden blond, and the super tall guy wearing a mask. Mina suddenly started jumping up and down.

“Hey, Kirishima!! Wait up!!” She bounded down the hall to the group of boys. The spiky red hair boy turned around and you recognized him as the boy who defended you yesterday.

‘Oh, his name must be Kirishima. Obviously. I wonder how Mina knows him?’

“We should all walk together! Y’know, as a class!” Mina offered, motioning to you and Tsu as you both approached.

“Yeah that'd be awesome!” Kirishima grinned and held up a fist and looked at your other classmates. “What do you think, guys?”

"I think that's a good idea." The taller boy commented, glancing over at the three of you.

“Yeah sure, I don't see why not.” The golden-blond haired boy spoke up, and rested his hands behind his head. “Just try not to get too awestruck over my hero costume, ladies.” He added with a wink.

You struggled to contain your laugh as you followed at the back end of the group, walking next to Tsu. You soon learned that Kaminari was a major flirt, but he felt relatively harmless the more he chatted while you all walked together. Shoji was more reserved, and didn't comment much the whole walk there. You just assumed that he preferred to watch the group talk.

But by the time you all reached Ground Beta, you were all giggling and cracking jokes with one another. The air felt light and you could feel your face hurting from smiling so much.

‘See Mama,’ You thought. 'I don't have to just be friends with rude people, these people are already perfect.'

-

“WELCOME, NEWBIES!!” All-Might boomed. He grinned at your class, lingering on Midoriya for a split second longer before clearing his throat. You glanced over to the boy, took in his costume, then looked back to All-Might, covering your grin.

'Someone's a fanboy.’ You giggled to yourself.

“Here is your situation, young students,” All-Might began. “The villains have hidden a nuclear missile within the confines of the building. The heroes must stop the villains’ plans by either capturing the missile, or capturing the villains with these bracelets.” He held up a white slap-on stick. “Similarly, the bad-guys will succeed if they manage to protect the weapon, or they capture the heroes instead.”

All-Might then pulled out a small box, decorated in the UA emblem.

“We will pick teams by drawing from lots, however one team will consist of one three of you- so whoever doesn't have a teammate will have to face the opposite side alone.”

“There must be a better way to divide our class!” Iida loudly protested. You looked to your left and saw a robot waving its arms up and down frantically.

‘Oh that's who that is.’ You realized. ‘He looks cool, kind of reminds me of Ingenium.’

“Heroes have to pair up with other agencies on the spot when danger arises.” All-Might lectured. “So by randomly drawing it creates a more realistic event!”

“Ah! Forgive me!” Iida bowed and your teacher just threw a thumbs up to him.

Everyone began drawing their papers from the box, eagerly joining with their teammates. You walked up and stuck your hand inside, rummaging around the papers. When you picked one, it read Team K.

You approached Mina and Tsu who were still looking around the class nervously.

“What'd you guys get?” You asked them.

“I got Team H.” Tsu said, holding out her paper to you.

“I’m Team E.” Mina quickly raised her arm and waved her paper. “IS ANYONE ELSE TEAM E?!?!”

“That would be me, Mon Chéri.” A gentle voice behind you spoke and you nearly jumped out of your skin. A boy with bright blond hair and.. eccentric.. costume dazzled behind you, posing his hands by his face.

“Awesome!!” Mina grinned. “What's your name again?” The boy coughed but quickly recovered.

“I am the dazzling star of this night~ I am…. Yuga Aoyama.”

‘He seems…fun.’ You thought to yourself.

“Excuse me, are you Team H?” A deep voice questioned to your right, and you noticed a boy with a bird-like quirk had approached Tsu. "I am Tokoyami, I also drew an H."

She nodded and gave you a quick goodbye as she walked away with him, probably discussing their quirks.

As both of your friends walked off with their teammate a sudden chill went down your spine and you glanced around the room. Most of your classmates were paired up, leaving you the only one out.

‘Wait...do I not have a partner?!’

[jedi-enthusiast]

My Star Wars Rant MasterPost Pt. 1

Note: This MasterPost is for all of my Star Wars essay posts, which includes me defending the Jedi, hating on Anakin, critiquing shows, and other stuff---although those topics will definitely crossover, so be aware---although this post had to be split into two parts, due to how many links were present

In Defense of the Jedi:

Part One - The Jedi Didn't Cause Their Own Genocide Pt. 1

Part Two - The Jedi Didn't Cause Their Own Genocide Pt. 2

Part Three - An Ask About the Above

Part Four - This is Why We Can't Have an Anon Button

Part Five - The Jedi Weren't Responsible for Anakin's Fall Pt. 1

Part Six - The Jedi Weren't Responsible for Anakin's Fall Pt. 2

Part Seven - The Jedi Had Reasons to be Skeptical

Part Eight - Athena Andeadis Essay?

Part Nine - If You're Gonna Be Mad at the Jedi, They Gotta Be Wrong Pt. 1

Part Ten - If You're Gonna Be Mad at the Jedi, They Gotta Be Wrong Pt. 2

Part Eleven - Defending Yoda <3

Part Twelve - The Jedi Aren't Arrogant

Part Thirteen - Grey Jedi Hypocrisy

Part Fourteen - Breaking Down "The Jedi Are Evil Theory" Link List

Part Fifteen - Castlevania Gets Star Wars Link List

Part Sixteen - "The Jedi Are Evil Theory" Ask <3

Part Seventeen - Mace Was Not Mean to Ahsoka

Part Eighteen - I Would Not Want a Relationship if I Were a Jedi Pt. 1

Part Nineteen - I Would Not Want a Relationship if I Were a Jedi Pt. 2

Part Twenty - I Would Not Want a Relationship if I Were a Jedi Pt. 3

Part Twenty One - I Would Not Want a Relationship if I Were a Jedi Pt. 4

Part Twenty Two - I Would Not Want a Relationship if I Were a Jedi Pt. 5

Part Twenty Three - I Would Not Want a Relationship if I Were a Jedi Pt. 6

Part Twenty Four - Why Do People Think the Sith are Better?

Part Twenty Five - I Hate People Who Hate Mace Windu

Part Twenty Six - The Jedi are the Good Guys

Part Twenty Seven - Jedi v. Sith Public Opinion

Part Twenty Eight - Some MAGA Fuckhead

Part Twenty Nine - I Get so Many Anti-Jedi Asks Tbh

Part Thirty - Jedi Being Emotional/Unemotional

Part Thirty One - I Would Love to Just Talk About the Jedi

Part Thirty Two - Why I'm Passionately Pro-Jedi

Part Thirty Three - Jocasta Nu Wasn't Arrogant

Part Thirty Four - Anti-Jedi & Antisemitism Pt. 1

Part Thirty Five - Stop Hating on Mace Windu Pt. 1

Part Thirty Six - Stop Hating on Mace Windu Pt. 2

Part Thirty Seven - Stop Hating on Mace Windu Pt. 3

Part Thirty Eight - Anti-Jedi Morons Get Off of Pro-Jedi Posts

Part Thirty Nine - Why the Jedi Were Forgotten

Part Forty - The Clones Loved the Jedi

Part Forty One - The Jedi Didn't "Ban" Culture Pt. 1

Part Forty Two - The Jedi Didn't "Ban" Culture Pt. 2

Part Forty Three - The Jedi Didn't "Ban" Culture Pt. 3

Part Forty Four - The Jedi Didn't "Ban" Culture Pt. 4

Part Forty Five - Shatterpoint Lineage >>>

Part Forty Six - Attachment Discourse (Hoarders) <- TBA

Fuck Anakin Skywalker:

Part One - It's Obvious That Anakin's Decisions Are Shit

Part Two - The List of People That Didn't Commit Mass Murder in Response to Tragedy

Part Three - The Jedi Didn't Murder the Clones After Order 66, Anakin has No Excuse for the Tusken Massacre

Part Four - The Average Person Would Not Commit Mass Murder

Part Five - I Would Not Murder a Whole Village if my Mom Died

Part Six - Shmi Wouldn't Have Wanted the Tusken Massacre

Part Seven - I Want to Hit Anakin With a Metal Pipe

Part Eight - Someone Being Stupid in Reblogs of the Above

Part Nine - TCW/Rebels Separate Canon Discussion Pt. 1

Part Ten - TCW/Rebels Separate Canon Discussion Pt. 2

Part Eleven - TCW/Rebels Separate Canon Discussion Pt. 3

Part Twelve - TCW/Rebels Separate Canon Discussion Pt. 4

Part Thirteen - TCW/Rebels Separate Canon Discussion Pt. 5

Part Fourteen - TCW/Rebels Separate Canon Discussion Pt. 6

Part Fifteen - TCW/Rebels Separate Canon Discussion Pt. 7 <- TBA

Part Sixteen - Anakin Could've Been Sympathetic

Part Seventeen - Felony Being Fucking Delusional

Part Eighteen - Anakin's Age Doesn't Excuse Shit

Part Nineteen - Anakin Isn't Doing This For Love

Part Twenty - People Don't Think About Padme or Shmi

Part Twenty One - Anidala Proves Attachment is Bad

Part Twenty Two - People Are Allowed to Hate Anakin

Part Twenty Three - Debunking Some Bullshit

Part Twenty Four - Debunking More Bullshit

Part Twenty Five - Debunking Even More Bullshit Pt. 1

Part Twenty Six - Debunking Even More Bullshit Pt. 2

Part Twenty Seven - Anakin and Ahsoka Are Pick-Me's Pt. 1

Part Twenty Eight - Anakin and Ahsoka Are Pick-Me's Pt. 2

Part Twenty Nine - Anakin and Ahsoka Are Pick-Me's Pt. 3

Part Thirty - Stanakin Hypocrisy Pt. 1

Part Thirty One - Stanakin Hypocrisy Pt. 2

Part Thirty Two - Stanakin Hypocrisy Pt. 3

Part Thirty Three - Anakin Skywalker v. Abijah Fowler

Part Thirty Four - Trauma Doesn't Excuse Mass Murder Pt. 1

Part Thirty Five - Trauma Doesn't Excuse Mass Murder Pt. 2

Part Thirty Six - Sleep Depravation Doesn't Excuse Mass Murder

Part Thirty Seven - Anakin Had a Choice

[hwaightme]

In the rain

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🌧️ pairing: bf!hongjoong x gn!reader 🌧️ genre: fluff, established long-term relationship, mentions of idol life 🌧️ summary: while on a drive with hongjoong, you reminisce the many moments that form the priceless love you share, and think of the future that lays ahead. 🌧️ wordcount: 3.4k 🌧️ warnings/tags: quick edit, love is real, pining over hj/ateez achievements, did i say pining? amplify that, two people deeply in love and committed, congrats on the licence hj~, abstract location descriptions, safe driving everyone! 🌧️ perma-taglist:��moved to the end~ 🌧️ a/n: this was prompted by discussion of all things hongjoong - thank you hongsamis~ @yunbug @nebulousbrainsoup @starrysvn; thank you so much, love you and any reblogs, comments and notes appreciated!

🌧️ playlist: she's in the rain - the rose, dancing in the rain - rad museum, good days - sza, with u - ateez, be with you - ateez, mist - ateez

Now for the weather, starting with Seoul. The rainy season is in full swing, with the rain unlikely to let up for the rest of the day, or for the coming week, with only the occasional bursts of heavy cloud as opposed to high precipitation. There may be a thunderstorm in the late evening tonight, so while the air pollution may be low, we do suggest to keep your windows closed-

With the click of a button, the reporter’s shrill tone faded into the pitter-patter of the rain as it relentlessly hit the roof of the car. Your eyes were fixated on the windshield, observing the endless race of droplets, gliding down faster, slower, merging and dotting the glass, only to be washed away again. You barely registered the auditory change, your thoughts and heart racing as you caught the reflection of the beautiful man beside you, his hand pulling away from the radio. It was not necessary for you to turn to face him to know that you were being studied, your motionlessness transforming into a myriad of meanings in your favourite mind. 

Fingers flittering over your jeans, you attempted to curb your wave of nervousness while you hoped for your boyfriend to speak first. It was not that you were afraid of something going wrong, nor were you worried about any unwelcome surprises - you trusted Hongjoong with your life, but that tiny voice, reminding you of just how much has changed for the both of you was growing louder and louder, until the rain was no longer the predominant drumming in your ears. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hongjoong’s right hand resting on the steering wheel, silver rings glimmering in the grey light. You had joked a number of times about how your boyfriend would be as a driver, with you painting a comedy during late night conversations in his studio. You still remembered just how widely he had smiled, his eyes squinting ever so slightly as he took your hands in his and told you he started taking lessons. But even when his bashful laugh filled your heart whole and you were congratulating him for getting his licence, a part of you was in denial. The part that was afraid of things ever changing.

Had it really been that long? You swore just yesterday you were sitting across from a Hongjoong who was barely an adult, only recently returned from training in the United States, making the first thing he did in Seoul to be seeing you. Iced americanos and ice cream. At least that much stayed the same. How many hair styles and colours had you complimented him on, every transformation equally as stunning as another? How did the boy who modified his own clothes, spray painting shoes and drawing on his denim jacket, metamorphose into the man who was personally invited to the private showcase of his favourite brand, by the designer whom he looked up to for so long? And now for him to be attending high fashion pop-ups and being called a legacy and inspiration? From the smallest details to the bigger picture, you had the pleasure of seeing Hongjoong become more than who he could ever hope to be, cheering him on every step of the way. Now, he was the one behind the wheel, your precious, genius, loving captain. You knew his life, his timeline off by heart better than you knew the weather, and yet, you still could not believe that there he was. This wonderful man with a heart of gold, sat beside you, the constant amidst the changes.

Noticing your darting eyes, Hongjoong let go of the wheel, instead stretching his arm, the action promptly followed by the pleasant crinkling of the suit jacket he was wearing - the same one you had messaged back and forth with his stylist about, and pressing the palm of his hand against your thigh, forcing you to look up and at him. Breath hitched in your throat as you sank into the warmth within his deep brown eyes, impeccably framed by a new pair of glasses - a gift from you for your anniversary. Without a single word uttered, you heard him. Placing your hand over his, you gave it a quick squeeze, earning a grin. A conversation through the rain, sentences crafted out of the staccato played by the downpour, gestures into monologues, a language of two souls intertwined by time, writing and rewriting memories. Hongjoong’s smile faltered as he noticed flickers of concern running over your features, and a whisper permeated the car’s salon, caressing and reciprocating your tender feelings towards him.

“What’s got you pensive, love?”

“Mm, nothing.” you mumbled, letting go of Hongjoong and turning back to stare at the street that stretched out in front of you.

“If it’s about me driving then I-” he began, but you would not dare give him a single chance to doubt himself.

“No, no! Please, I am so happy about this, Joong.”

“There is a ‘but’ in there somewhere, isn’t there?” he tried once more, giving you a sidelong glance before settling back into his seat. You tilted your head a little to observe how Hongjoong diligently checked his surroundings, one mirror after another, moving to softly press on the brake and crank the hand brake. As he switched gears and smoothly began the journey by rolling into his lane, you sighed.

“It’s just… you finally got your licence, huh?”

“Yep. And now I don’t need to nag anyone to see you. Expect your doorbell to ring at interesting hours of the night now.” he elaborated, tone playful, boyish. 

“As if it doesn’t already,” with a quick raise of an eyebrow, you pointed out the established reality.

 It had become something of a routine for the two of you when he was not touring. Be it after dance practice, or in the middle of a vigorous production and song-writing session, Hongjoong would find a way back to you, to your apartment. In the early days of your relationship he had been too afraid to ever ask, and besides, you had housemates from university to try and not disturb - though your sleep schedule was at times even more chaotic than Hongjoong’s you still thought it was only reasonable to be respectful. But as time went on and you found an apartment to call your own for as long as the landlord would allow, he cautiously began to make his appearances more and more frequent, until everything you owned or he brought became sets for two. With time, he had even forgotten to make up excuses to see you, every move made now feeling more than natural. Meant to be.

“But now I am limitless!” making another turn and driving out onto a larger road, Hongjoong quietly sang a line from the song of the same name, making you chuckle. “Now we can go on driving dates, how cool is that?”

“Patrolling the streets as outlaws should.”

“Shame this isn’t a van. I need to tell Woo to get one for himself to complete his look.” your boyfriend picked up on your comment, subtly linked to the recent comeback, choosing to play along.

While you were glad that you did not have to explain the sentimental mood in which you had found yourself, the topic of the new mini album only amplified what you had tried to suppress. Was it really the ninth? Had it really been that long since the debut? Had the four year anniversary of ATEEZ’s first win really passed a mere few days ago? You blinked once, twice, fluttered your eyelashes in an attempt to clear your head, to no avail. From sales in the hundreds to being measured in the millions, from dream to delivery, the name, the story, the music flying around the globe to be loved and listened to by more and more people with each passing day. Driving across the city to congratulate Hongjoong and his fellow members at the first opportunity with every win and milestone, watching ATEEZ climb the charts in countries your boyfriend had revealed to you had been an eternal dream - you often found yourself tearing up during your spontaneous trips to stores for gifts and most definitely left Hongjoong’s shoulders soaked a few too many times for it to not be an inside joke. You had to constantly tell yourself that this was real, this was well and truly happening, and you could be there to witness history in the making. 

Hongjoong navigated the streets, ambitious to reach the place which he had hinted you would like in record time. No matter how many times you had asked him before your date exactly where it was that you were going, he would not crack, far too well-practised in keeping his group’s lore a secret to spoil a little surprise. Passing by one of the central neighbourhoods, you recalled the pride with which you walked past the advertising campaigns, the unique truck promotions for the comeback, now dashing past the locations with the leader himself accelerating the ship on wheels through the metropolitan oceans. It was surreal. Heartwarming. Better than anything you could have ever imagined for the boy with a big dream and a CD in his hands. You leaned back against your seat and closed your eyes, listening to the rain that kept on pelting against the exterior of the car, muted by the hum of the engine. 

Seeing darkness, you let your thoughts wander, for them to simply travel right back to Hongjoong. You were not sure what exactly was so special about the driver’s licence. After all, he was not the only member with one; on top of that he was not the only one out of the group to attain this achievement recently. And yet, despite it being common, despite you yourself having been driving everywhere you could for long enough to have the skills turn into instinct, it was the fact that now, in this specific time and space, specifically Hongjoong was the one with his hand on the steering wheel. Maybe you were an overthinker, trained by reading a few too many lore discussions on social media, or maybe, and most likely, you were too in love with the man by your side.

When he had told you that he loved you for the first time, the priceless phrase was promptly followed by the confession that he could not imagine a life in which you were not together, and you could not agree more. While you were both independent individuals, with your own passions, goals and careers, understanding one another was always the easiest thing. He was your number one supporter, while you were his. Come rain or shine. You had been there for each other’s rises and falls, continued to fight even when the path got blurry, and now, in the magical shared solitude you were accelerating into a brighter and brighter future, even though there were thunderous clouds looming above you - not in spirit, however, not in your goals nor your aims. Hearing Hongjoong clear his throat gently so as to not disturb you, nonetheless made you open your eyes and exchange a glance with him. A soft smile melted over your lips as your boyfriend adjusted his glasses and scrunched his face, reminding you of a certain adorable rodent. Focus turned back onto the road, your boyfriend dived into a one way street, inching forwards between the brick walls to let the car be spat out into another display of commercial success.

The rain seemed to only get stronger as you zoomed past the steely, uniform skyscrapers decorated with billboards, numbers and businesses ranging from karaoke to restaurants to studios to anything else under the weeping sky. You checked the clock on the top right of the central monitor where not too long ago you could see the fluctuating waves of the radio as the weather forecast was presented. This was a rare day in the middle of promotions where Hongjoong did not have an evening nor a late night schedule, and so, in the blink of an eye your spontaneous meeting had been organised, and as soon as you could log off work you were already one foot out of the door. Surreal - you kept on repeating the word to yourself as the droplets kept on hitting the windshield, so surreal. The aqueous cacophony left little room for conversation, not that you needed it to fill the space. Over the years you had gotten so comfortable with one another’s presence that sometimes, it was silence that held the most warmth, adoration and meaning.

As the colossal buildings gave way to quaint residential units and lines of serene cafes and shops, an eerie familiarity settled into your heart as you began to look around, head turning back and forth and body moving forward until the seatbelt began to dig into the side of your neck. Counting under your breath, you gasped as your assumption was correct, and the street gave way to another intersection, leading towards one of the many bridges that crossed the Han River, now a rippling stroke of grey ink cutting across the city. Fingers gliding over the bottom of the window to your right, you peered out at the scenery that flew past you - fortunately, Hongjoong had checked the traffic and was skillfully meandering along the concrete canals to the final destination. 

“Are we going where I think we are going?”

“Mm… perhaps.” as cryptic as ever, Hongjoong responded, merging into the lane that would take him across the waters.

Now, you had the directions mapped out in your mind, and even when you let your eyelids fall shut, the calm from being together with Hongjoong after so many phone and video calls having taken over you, with each peek you knew exactly where you were, and where you were going to be next. The next turn was to be right by a PC-bang where you and your boyfriend had hidden away a few years ago after rain, much like this one, had taken you by surprise. Further down the road would be an ice cream shop where you had discovered your boyfriend’s distaste for the mint chocolate flavour. You were so immersed in your accurate guesswork that you had initially not noticed that the rain now had an accompaniment, quiet, barely there, but still sweeter than any other sound you had ever known or heard.

As the car joined the bustling procession across the bridge, slowing down to meet the speed limit until the engine was a timid rumble, Hongjoong’s melodic humming gained control of your every sense. Even though you attempted to gain his attention by giving him a couple of darting glances, he did not spare a single one back, aware of what such an interaction would do while he was singing a song that held so much weight for you both. Released just a couple weeks prior to ATEEZ’s debut, She’s In The Rain by The Rose had become something of an anchor and promise between you. You had been young, you still were, and yet both of you could feel that every step you took together  was one for the long run. As such, you wanted to reassure one another that no matter what, you would stay, to hold one another instead of leaving the other holding on. While the artist had imbued the song with an original meaning, to you and Hongjoong it had transcended literal and traditional symbolic interpretation, becoming an indescribable sensation. Just like an umbrella protecting from the rain, a warm woollen blanket when the nights got cold, a love to hold you up and an embrace when work seemed unmanageable and goals unreachable. 

Now that you were drifting in the notes, humming some of the lines along with your personal lead singer while he progressed into quiet song, enunciating the lyrics with as much affection as his driving-focused mind could muster, you realised that perhaps this was exactly why the licence meant so much to you. You were there along the way, for this ride, you cheered him on, you were the first one he saw and proudly showed off the certification to. You were the one he drove around after he had gained some confidence (though he tended to be overly careful the first dozen times). In this major change, he stayed with you, and was openly hopeful in every gesture and act that you would stay with him, and drive where the two of you would decide to go. Two paths intertwined.

Even when the performance turned into an echo, joining the forecast as another memory, it kept on repeating in the pitter-patter of the droplets, the rain drumming out the song with the diligence and fire of an up and coming star. It took every ounce of strength for you to not lower the window, let the cherished melody wash over you and push you into an all-encompassing reminiscence. The car obediently froze in time, Hongjoong finally satisfied with the parking - a deserted lot, secluded from the majority of sought after destinations on this side of the river, an inconspicuous paradise where, illuminated by the first rays of a bleary sun, your story as two began all those years ago. A click, another, and the seatbelts glided back in wait for the next journey. Words blended with overwhelming emotion were stuck in your throat, and Hongjoong's tender touch on the back of your hand was enough to bring you back to every one of the moments you enjoyed rewatching as you fell into a deep slumber, excited for the stories the next day would undoubtedly bring. Cautiously, your boyfriend turned your hand; palm to palm, fingers intertwined, you were the ripples on the silver waters, blessed with a fluid impermanence, etching eternity in the temporary. 

The other bank, obscured by merciless rain was little more than a mirage, leading you to wonder if you were dreaming. Hongjoong raised your hand, pulling it towards him to plant a kiss on your knuckles, cheeks flushing pink when you chuckled, but refusing to let go. He had decided for himself if this was all a dream, then he never wanted to wake up, deepest slumber now a welcome ally. In this dream, he could create, he could celebrate, he could breathe and share the beauty of intricacies that the simplest joys possessed with you. The corners of his lips twitched as he fought back the tears he promised you he would not spill when waves of love struck him, and yet, it seemed to be the only promise he could not keep. Taking off his favourite glasses he looked over at you, noticing a reflection of his sentiments across every feature, and ignoring the gear shift and hand brake leaned over to drown in your arms, grounding himself in the reality that was you and him. In minor or in major chords, every tune was a masterpiece to him. When he felt the most insignificant, you were there assuring him of his achievements, telling him time and time again that he deserved the world and more. When he was on top of this world, you were there to elevate him to new heights and mark with him every one of his successes.

As he felt your body mould into one with his, and his heart matched the beating of yours, he could only conjure words of gratitude; for the wheel of fortune, the maze that destiny had given him that led to how he was leading his life, for how and when you had found him, and what became of the continuation. Shutting his eyes to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, Hongjoong whispered his thoughts out loud, thanking you for every night and day, the pain and relief, the downs and ups, plans and achievements, his voice falling like the rain drops, eventually letting their monologue prevail. There, in the rain's symphony, bound to metamorphose again and again as the two of you were to grow older, take on new responsibilities, travel in new directions, you found permanence. Tomorrow never looked more marvellous.

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trypanonbore

A/N: this is an old fic, originally posted back in June 2022.

warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, hospital au, established relationship, making out in an elevator, sexual references, major greys anatomy vibes, medical history (this is basically just me infodumping about a random subject I know freakishly much about)

word count: 1137

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You felt like there was lightning coursing through your veins. Your face was starting to hurt from how intense your smile was. Hell, you were practically skipping down the hallway! You felt like you could do anything right now.

Stopping in front of the elevator, you leaned forward and pressed the button with the small arrow on it. Swinging your arms wildly, as a child would, you glanced up at the red numbers that were slowly coming closer to the one that matched the floor you were currently on. Once it glowed 5, you heard a low ding and the metallic doors slid open to revile a man that did not help eliminate your smile.

“Good afternoon, Dr Reid,” you said, sounding as professional as you could. Gliding into the elevator, you turned around and waited for the doors to close.

“Dr Y/l/n, hello,” he smiled, not taking his eyes off you for one second. 

As soon as the doors shut, you felt his hands on you, swiftly turning you to meet his gaze. That little ball of excitement still darted throughout your body, and since the two of you now were completely alone you grabbed a hold of his lab coat, raised yourself up onto your tiptoes and planted one on him. 

Not protesting, he simply reached out to press the button that stopped the elevator. The short ringing sound didn’t alarm you, as this wasn’t exactly the first time the two of you had found yourselves in this very situation and it probably wouldn’t be the last. 

“Hi,” he pulled away, “you seem happy today.”

“Well, there was this guy who came into the ER with a subdural hematoma and Dr Collins let me do burr holes all by myself,” you beamed, snaking your arms around his neck.

Pulling back, he exclaimed, smile only growing wider, “seriously?”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but giggle.

Rushing down to kiss you again he mumbled in between the kisses, “of course he did,” moving from your lips onto your flushed cheek, “because youare an incredible doctor.”

Giggling, you rolled your head to the side, letting his mouth travel down towards your neck.

“You know,” he began, walking you back slowly until your rear hit the wall of the elevator, “the term trepanation derives from the ancient Greek word trypanonbore,” he pressed his hips forward to meet yours. 

“Yeah, I bet you’re just dying to bore something into me right now,” you weaved your fingers through the roots of his hair, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. 

Chuckling at your comment, he couldn’t help but continue his infodumping in between his lips dance across your skin, “back in 1865, Ephraim George Squier was in Peru and stayed with this lady called Señora Zentino, who had one of the best collections of art and those kinds of things, but she also had this skull with an unusual hole in it that Squier somehow convinced her to give to him. Now, it’s not like this was the first time a skull like this was discovered, but it was the first time that people didn’t just brush over it and actually tried to find the cause.”

Shutting your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the warm rush his voice shot throughout your body. Let's be honest, the kisses also helped amplify the feeling.

“So, he then travelled up to present it to the New York Academy of Medicine, but they were just a group of men who were convinced that it couldn’t possibly have been done intentionally, or at least not when the person still was alive. They didn’t think that those primitive people were capable of such advanced medical procedures. Now Squier didn’t buy a word of what they said, so he went all the way over to Paris to show it to Paul Broca, and he could quickly tell that the hole was not only done intentionally but also when the patient was still alive.”

“Well, of course, he could see that,” you couldn’t help but interject, “it’s Paul fucking Broca!”

“And after that,” he slipped his fingertips under your shirt and ventured up to meet your lips once more, “it didn’t take long for trepanation to be accepted in the medical community.”

Crashing his lips onto yours, you couldn’t help but let out a tiny moan. 

Coming up for air you smirked, running your hands down his body, “speaking of Paul Broca, you make my Broca’s area go all dumb, all of the time… especially when you do that thing with your tongue…”

“Baby, if you don’t already know how much I love that fact about you, I will just have to keep showing you,” he glided his palms down to meet your ass, pulling you even closer to him. Giving you a quick kiss, he then pulled back just enough for him to breathe out, “what are you doing tonight?”

Sticking your tongue out and teasingly giving his lips a quick lick, you answered, “you, hopefully.”

Capturing your lips hungrily one last time, you drew it out as long as you could, but also kept in mind that this was not really the best time or place to bite off more than you could chew. 

Nuzzling his nose against yours, he hummed, “fuck, I wish I could just pull you into an on-call room right now and bury my head between your thighs, but I have a surgery in a bit,” pressing his hips against yours one last time, just in case you hadn’t noticed before how much he wanted you. 

“Go, save a life, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

With a sharp inhale of breath, he took a step back, admiring the slightly dishevelled state you were in, still flush against the wall. 

Tugging your shirt back into your trousers, you slowly regained your breath. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you tightened your ponytail, making sure your hair was all gathered and neat. 

“You ready?” he asked, reaching out to press the stop button again in order to make the elevator move once more.

“I am if you are.”

And with that, he pushed the button and you parted ways with the wall. Standing beside one another, you felt his pinky finger brush against yours, but before you could grab a hold of his hand, the doors slid open and his warm presence slipped away. 

“Good luck on your surgery Dr Reid,” you called out after him.

Just before the doors could close again, he turned around and smiled, “thank you, Dr Y/l/n, and just to circle back to that thing you told me about? I’m proud of you.”

A smile once again spread across your face as he reminded you of the incredible achievement you made today.

© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[dromaeo-sauridae]

dont call me baby, i dont know you

should i post art at 8:30 in the morning...

[pablopascal]

Dusk till Dawn

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader word count: 1.0k warnings: death, apocalypse au, needles, fluff, angst A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and it might me shitty and not make any sense. I hope you enjoy reading it though. I might write another part when I'm not busy. please reblog, comment, like much appreciated!! italics: always are flashbacks, conversations, letters *DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE*

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It felt as if I was in a dark room for years. At one point, I heard something click, and crunches of shoes. Then I felt someone kiss my forehead and mumble something inaudible. After a few moments, I heard a click, then silence.

After a few moments, I heard a click, then silence It seemed like years since that moment. I assumed that I was somewhere lying down. I didn't know what time, day , week, month, nor the year. I was somewhere out of place ,and I was alone.

Suddenly there was a blurry bright light that appeared in my vision. My vision cleared up, and I saw hospital room. After seeing that I was at a hospital. I looked everywhere for a call light button but I couldn't find one.

But I saw a envelope next to me on a small chair beside my bed. Trying to figure out how to get out bed without messing up my IV.

After a few minutes, I decided to just take it out so I carefully did. I sat up trying to regain the feeling in my legs. I eventually got up slowly walking to grab the envelope.

As I got to the chair my legs felt like jello. So, I hurriedly grabbed the envelope and sat in the chair. I took a deep breath and opened the envelope and started reading it.

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I'm sorry I couldn't be there when you wake up. I love you dearly. You have been in coma for many years with protection. I know that you don't want this burden on your shoulders. But you have to save the world, and you will have someone to help. There should be a bag with clothes and a old flip phone with one number.

I love you. Be safe.

Mom

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I got up and slowly walked around looking for a bag. After looking under, in, and inside; I opened the door to the small bathroom that had a shower, a sink, and a toilet. I patted the walls for secret compartments.

I then walk to the the back of the toilet and opened it seeing two plastic bags. One had a backpack and the other had clothes. I check to see if the water was working and it was. So decided to wash off the dirt gathering for years.

There was already a bar of soap and a towel on the racks in here. I turned the water on but it was freezing cold and it wouldn't get warmer.

So went under the cold water, and grabbed the soap and lathered it as much as I could to wash my hair. I was almost done with washing my body with a gush of memories hit me.

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It was James and me and we were in the shower hugging each other. I had just got the news that I was chosen for the super-soldier surgery. James came to my room to talk but he saw me crying. He consoled me and held me, but eventually it ended with us having sex. Then slowly moving to the shower where we just held each other. -

I gasped back into reality, but I wanted to go back to that moment of happiness. I sighed knowing i would never get that moment back. I slowly got out of the shower grabbing the towel to dry my body.

I grabbed the plastic bag with clothes. I opened it up to see a black pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt, panties, a sports bra, socks, and my old combat boots.

I put on the clothes piece by piece. After awhile I was sitting on the toilet rummaging through the backpack. So far I've got needed feminine products and a few extra panties, bras, shirts, and jeans.

Finally, of the minutes of rummaging through I found the cellphone. I went to the contacts on the phone and saw the name James.

It felt as if my heart dropped to my stomach. I was hesitant to click call, but maybe it was a different James.

In my heart I did want it to be him, but why would he wait. He probably found someone better and was probably happier. He's can't be here waiting. I clicked dial and the familiar sound of clicking when someone answers.

" I'm awake. I don't know where to go. Is this you James? Bucky? please, answer." I said with stuttering and voice of sadness .

"Yes. It's me. Y/n, I want you to walk to the stairs till you reach the first floor." He replied.

I let out deep breath and asked " what year is it?"

"It's 2045. You grab everything from the room your in and come to me. Okay?" He said to me.

"Okay. I'm coming. Are you the only one there?" I asked.

"Yes. Now hurry you have to save the world." He said teasingly, but truthfully.

I hurried at packing all I needed or thought I needed into my backpack. The last thing I grabbed was a necklace by my hospital bed. I remember that it was the one my mother had given me for my birthday.

I unhooked it and put it on. Then I grabbed the backpack full of things. I walked around the floor I was on looking for the stair well. Soon I found it opening it up and looked at the number 400. I'm on the fourth floor.

I started my journey down the stairs. I slowly walked as I got closer to the first floor. Do I want to see him I questioned myself as I got to the second floor. Of course I do, I miss him so much.

I was talking to myself so much that I had reached the first floor without barely noticing. I grabbed the door handle and stared awhile at it. I started to slowly open it as if I was going into a danger zone.

As I fully looked up I saw the familiar icy blue eyes of James. I stared for I don't now how long before I spoke.

"James..."

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[she-karev]

Mama Bear (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Canon Season and Episode: Season 19 Episode 8

AN: Hey guys this chapter is set three months after the last story and will focus on Amber and Andrew’s new role as working parents. The next two parts will be posted over the next two days so hand tight and I always appreciate a like and reblog.

Summary: Amber comes back to work after maternity leave and finds out that Owen and Teddy’s daughter, Allison bit Pru and Lucy.

Words: 5022

January 10th, 2023

I slowly open my eyes as the morning light hits me from the curtains. I’m in bed wearing Andrew’s white button down and my underwear after we got Lucy down and she slept for 8 hours straight. I think she knew today was mommy’s first day back after maternity leave and decided to show mercy. I grab my phone charging on my nightstand and see it’s about an hour before my alarm goes off. I put the phone down and hit my head on the pillow looking to get some more rest. However, an arm snakes around my ribs telling me I’m not gonna go back to sleep.

I can feel Andrew curling himself against my back and kissing my cheek, “Buongiorno bella.”

I groan tiredly, “Don’t speak Italian. I need to get as much sleep as I can and you speaking Italian is gonna make me want to wake up and use all my energy on you.”

Andrew chuckles still spooning me and defies me, “Okay…Ma ti bacero comunque per molto tempo.” (Translation: But I’m still gonna kiss you for a good long time.) He continues kissing my cheek and works his way down the side of my neck nipping me causing me to moan softly and grin despite my previous attempt to shoo him away.

“I’m nervous enough as it is leaving our daughter in daycare while I go back to work since I went on maternity leave. And people are gonna be underestimating my abilities as a surgeon thinking that motherhood has made me soft.”

Andrew kisses my head and grins, “You know someone once told me that sexual intercourse is a really great remedy to reduce stress and nerves.”

I laugh at his ridiculous attempts to get back in the saddle, “Is this peer reviewed or is this just a way to take advantage of alone time while the baby is asleep?”

“...Can’t it be both?” I grin at him mischievously before pushing him on his back and straddle him surprising him, “Whoa, I could wake up like this every day.”

I lean forward till we’re face to face and speak in a low husky voice, “I know you could, but this feels like a special occasion and I don’t want to waste it. We make it quick and we make it good.”

Andrew rumbles in his throat in approval, “Yes ma’am.” I lean forward to kiss him. We make out passionately ready to take things further when Lucy crying over the baby monitor stops us. I pull back and groan at her bad timing as does Andrew who slumps his head back on the pillow annoyed, “I’m not quick enough for us to get that in time.”

I pat his chest in comfort and get off him to get out of bed. I walk to the pale pink nursery across the hall rubbing my tired eyes. I open them to find Carina already in the room reaching down the fancy white crib and putting the crying baby in her arms. Lucia is in a white onesie with strawberry pattern and already has a puff of dark brown hair on top of her soft head. Carina rocks the baby gently singing to her but Lucia is still crying telling me she’s hungry.

I take Lucia from Carina’s arms, “Hi sweetheart it’s time for breakfast let’s go to the kitchen oh yes.” I walk to the kitchen where there are baby bottles everywhere as well as formula. Carina is following me no doubt already attached to her niece.

My sister-in-law moved in with us a few weeks ago after Maya kicked her out when Carina put a 5150 on her when she tried to leave the hospital despite being at risk for a heart attack. The morning after she came to our house in tears carrying a suitcase asking for a place to stay. Now she’s spending her free days in our home helping with the baby no doubt finding joy where she can while her marriage is falling apart. I feel bad for her I do and I appreciate the help but at this point it’s like she’s raising the baby with us.

“If you want, I can take her into daycare before I drive to the clinic. It can give you some time to rest.” Carina offers over Lucy’s screams.

I take the bottle of breast milk out of the fridge and cradle Lucy so she can eat. As soon as the tip is over her mouth she quiets and gets to work eating, “It’s fine Carina me and Andrew can take her in. Once I’m up fully I have a hard time getting back down, thankfully this little girl didn’t get that from me.”

Andrew walks in wearing his black t shirt and jeans, “Yep because by now we would’ve dropped her off at an adoption agency.” He starts the coffee machine.

I coo at the baby who is peacefully drinking her milk, “Wait the clinic? I thought Bailey’s clinic was postponed due to budget issues?”

Carina sighs, “It is I’m going to the clinic at the station and helping with patients.” I look up surprised at her as does Andrew and she notices, “What?”

I continue feeding Lucy as I explain, “I didn’t think you’d want to go there today after um...well after-”

“My wife kicked me out and told me our marriage was over?” Carina finishes.

Andrew clears his throat, “We were trying to tread carefully but yeah. You know Warren is a doctor and I can go in and cover for you if you want.”

Carina shakes her head, “Thank you but it’s important work and I am not gonna abandon those patients. Maya is not gonna take that from me.”

I grin at her positive attitude, “Have you two talked since that night?”

“Nope, I tried texting and calling her to see if she’s okay but it goes straight to voicemail. Also, I don’t know if she’s in the station today so it’s either gonna be a bad or worse day for me.”

Andrew stirs his coffee with a serious face, “Do you want me to kick her ass if she’s in?”

“Baby in the room honey.” I remind him and Lucy finishes her breakfast, “I highly doubt they’ll let a woman who thrashed in her hospital bed and had a cardiac event come into a fire station anyway. But in the event, they do you know where to find me and I can shoot breast milk in her eyes as payback.”

Carina chuckles, “I will call you if it comes down to that. Thank you both but I am okay I will be okay it’s a day to save lives and I am doing that.”

“Amen sister.” I wipe Lucy’s mouth, “Today is a good day for me too. Not only am I getting back to work but we’re also treating a celebrity, Jermaine Talbott.” I smile at that as Carina looks at me confused, “Number one draft pick for the Seattle Seahawks? Has tackles and sacks that rivals Tom Brady? Come on how do you not know this?”

Carina shrugs, “I’ve been in this country for five years and football to me is when you kick the soccer into the net.”

“Okay I don’t have time to educate you I gotta get ready.” I walk to Andrew and hand him Lucy, “Can you take care of her while I shower and we can drop her off at daycare?”

“Yeah of course it gives me time to spend with my favorite daughter before I go into a six-hour surgery.” He holds her over his shoulder and kisses her cheek. I walk away before I get caught up in her cuteness so I can get ready for my first day back at work.

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We walk down the hall towards the daycare with Lucy in a stroller I push anxious about leaving her. I know it’s not a bad thing for me to leave her in daycare while I work. All the parents say it’s a great program and the nurses are super nice and text pictures of the babies. I know it’s a good thing for me to go back to work so I can be a good role model for my daughter and she can be inspired to change the world as she grows.

“Okay Lucy mommy and daddy are gonna be saving lives while you play with the other kids all day.” Lucy looks at us blankly with her blue eyes while wearing a pink onesie that says princess, white pants and a white hat, “Don’t look at me like that you’ll know the pressures of being an adult when the time comes and you’ll know mommy was strong to leave you in daycare despite how cute you are and how much I’m gonna miss you. I love you sweetie but I also love being a doctor too.”

Andrew grins as we stop outside the daycare ready to check in standing behind Alex and Jo who are with Luna in a stroller, “Now Lucy don’t worry if anything goes wrong today and that is a very big if, mommy and daddy are only a 30 second elevator ride away. And you have your cousin Luna in there to keep you company, right Luna?”

Jo awes at Lucy, “Hi Lucy. Oh, I remember when I first dropped off Luna at daycare, I was a mess. But don’t worry it gets better and back then she didn’t have a cousin to play with.”

Alex checks Luna in and the orderlies take her inside as he stands next to us, “You got nothing to worry about sis, the people taking care of her are some of the best pediatric nurses in the hospital. Plus, they text you pictures and updates.” Alex hands the clipboard to Andrew to check her in.

“Okay if you have trouble putting her down try The Beatles or AC/DC both of those works like a charm and in case we’re in surgery and don’t answer, my sister’s cell is here and she can come right down.” Andrew explains to the orderlies who take the stroller from me and I whimper at the separation. I grip Alex’s upper arm in anxiety so tightly he yells out in pain.

I inhale, “Okay I’m in the pit all day so can the three of you rotate to hop up here and check on her every ten minutes?” They all say no to my ire and Jo stands in front of me with a reassuring grin.

“Okay Amber take a deep breath.” Jo takes a deep breath and I follow, “And out.” We do that, “This is a good thing, it’s good for her to see you work and achieve that way she can do the same and become supreme justice of the court. It’s good for her to see mommy work and she knows she is always on your mind no matter what. Drill that into your head and you might just end the day feeling good about yourself. Okay?”

I nod, “Okay...here I go off to save the world.” I walk away from the daycare and take a deep inhale to steady myself before starting my first day.

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I discharged a patient with a broken arm to a private room leaving the pit empty. I go over the charts and see Adams, Millin and Yasuda approaching me with eager faces no doubt hungry for surgery.

Adams greets me first, “Welcome back Dr. DeLuca if there’s anything you need to ease back into work after maternity leave, I would be more than happy to help.”

I look up at him with narrow eyes, “Are you doubting my abilities to fully come back to work Dr. Adams?” Millin and Yasuda look amused at how Adams already made me angry while he looks sheepish.

“Oh no, no absolutely not I-I just thought that-”

“You like so many other males immediately assume that just because I had a baby, I cannot do my exceptionally difficult and time-consuming job. I went into labor and pushed a ten-ounce beautiful baby from my vagina, it’s not like I went on a sabbatical to Antarctica. With that being said, Adams you will take beds 1 to 4, Millin 5-9 and Yasuda the rest. Report to me if you have any questions.”

“But the beds are empty.” Adams states.

“You think I don’t have eyes?” I snap and he keeps his mouth shut, “We work in a busy city in the center of the population odds are there’s bound to be at least one patient coming in every 10 minutes and when that happens, I expect you all the treat them accordingly and not give unnecessary surgical hours just because you are greedy to cut. Nod if you understand.” They all nod, “Great get to work and get the beds and charts ready for our future patients.”

I turn to the station and hear them bicker behind me with Yasuda starting, “I am not losing another surgery.”

“We don’t have to compete over everything.”

Yasuda ignores Millin, “First person to do an actual procedure gets the bedroom to the left of the stairs.”

“What? I already drew that room.” Adams argues.

“And I'm appealing the draw.”

“Less talking more working people! I can make it so you’ll get scut till my newborn walks now go!” I hear them walking away when I hear a man pleading by the entrance. I turn to see a guy leaning over clearly in pain.

“Help! Please!”

The interns rush over to him trying to claim him. I roll my eyes and rush over so they don’t rip him apart like a ragdoll, “Sir I’m Dr. DeLuca can you tell me what happened?”

I help him stand along with Millin as Yasuda gets a wheelchair, “I failed, doc. I couldn't do it.

“You couldn't do what?” Adams asks.

“The Pho-Nomenal Challenge.”

I raise an eyebrow, “The what?”

Yasuda stands behind with a wheelchair and I help him sit on it as she explains, “The Pho-Nomenal Challenge is three pounds of meat, three pounds of noodles, three liters of broth. If you finish in an hour and a half, you win $250. Did you just come from there?”

The man explains, “No, I tried it five days ago, and I have not been able to take a crap since. Please help me.” I try to keep my disgust to myself and lead him to a bed. In a strange way this seems fitting for my first day back.

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After getting him in a gown I do a physical exam in the bed at the pit with the interns observing from behind me. Jared Gillespie is lying on his side groaning in pain. It’s what happens when you try to down nine pounds of food in under two hours.

“Question Adams what are the symptoms of extreme constipation?”

“Um severe abdominal pain, bloating, difficulty sitting.”

Jared groans as I press down, “Very good, Millin what is the home treatment?”

“Increasing your water intake, eating adequate sources of fiber, exercise, reducing stress.”

“Jared, have you tried these methods before coming here?”

“How am I supposed to reduce stress when my entire body is full of pho?” I ignore his outburst and focus on his abdomen that feels rigid, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m just I’m very uncomfortable.”

I snort at that understanding, “I just gave birth I know how uncomfortable and constipated you feel, trust me.”

A nurse walks toward us, “Excuse me um can I borrow one of you?” The interns raise their hands and call out like third graders.

I sigh, “Millin go.” She leaves the pit and follows the nurse, “Your turn Yasuda how do we visualize his bowels?”

“We get a KUB and then do a digital rectal exam.”

Jared turns to us shocked, “Wait I’m sorry digital?”

I try to ease his worries, “It’s relatively painless as long as you relax while you bend down and we-”

“Okay never mind.”

I take the gloves off and feel my body telling me to go to the restroom. I sigh and walk to the remaining two interns, “After ruling everything out, you can try a stool softener or an enema. If none of that works then we can consider doing a procedure. I have an emergency to tend to, let me know how it goes.”

Yasuda tries to butter me up, “Um Dr. DeLuca maybe I can handle the emergency while Adams stays here with Jared.”

I narrow my eyes at her trying to get surgeries while I’m lactating, “Can you take the breast pump out from behind the station, go to a private room and pump out milk for my growing child?” Yasuda looks at me awkward about that and I grin maliciously, “I didn’t think so now move.” She moves out of my way and I grab the bag from behind the station so I can get down to business.

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I exhaled in relief inside the resident’s lounge bathroom as I fill up the last bottle and put my bra and top back on. I put the items away, sling the bag over my shoulder and walk down the hall to go back to the pit when my phone rings. I see the daycare is calling me and I immediately answer it.

“Hello? …What?” The daycare told me to come down stating there was an incident and I ran down as fast as I can opting to take the stairs since the elevator was full. I run inside the daycare and everything looks normal except Lucy is sitting with Pru Miller while a nurse plays with them and Bailey is talking to the daycare supervisor. I rush toward Lucy and kneel down relieved to see that she’s okay as she plays with her plush green dragon, “Hi sweetheart what happened? Is everything okay?”

Bailey explains as she kneels down next to me in front of our daughters, “She’s fine and so is Pru they just had a little…encounter with Allison Hunt.”

“What do you mean? What kind of encounter?”

“Allison bit Pru and then she bit Lucy while they were playing in the carpet.”

Her telling me what happened incites something in me, it’s like a new kind of fury has developed in me, “What? Hunt and Altman’s kid bit my baby?”

“And mine and before you go into-”

I turn to an orderly, “When are that little shark’s parents getting here and what is the hardest object you have in this room?”

“Amber, I know what you’re feeling right now and I know the rage pulsing in your body is something I can’t mend but I’m gonna try to. Pru told me it was a one-time thing. The three of them were playing and apparently Allison was trying to say something and she couldn’t get the words out. Kids bite it happens.”

I scoff, “My baby isn’t even six months old yet, she shouldn’t have to worry about bullies this early. Why aren’t you mad? She bit your daughter too.”

“And I will talk to her parents but I am keeping in mind that Allison is three years old. She is not a bully; she doesn’t know what she’s doing and I’m sure when she’s told of this when she’s older she will feel bad.” I inhale and exhale as I hold my baby in my lap, “Now we will calmly tell the Hunt’s what is happening and hope this is a one-time thing. I am emphasizing the word calmly DeLuca can you do that?”

“…Can I calmly suggest they put a muzzle on their kid?” Bailey looks at me with a ‘really?’ look when Andrew walks inside the daycare looking worried.

He kneels down next to us relieved to see our baby in my lap, “Hey, a nurse came to me after my surgery and told me to come down, is everything okay?”

“Hunt and Altman’s little Damien bit our baby girl.” I explain in an angry tone.

Andrew looks shocked, “Which Damien?”

“Allison.” Bailey explains, “She bit Lucy and Pru.”

Andrew strokes Lucy’s short dark hair with an amused chuckle, “Oh is that true bambina? Was Allison a little rough during playtime?”

I look at him bewildered by how nonchalant he is, “Playing rough is stealing blocks or making noise during naptime. Biting is another story.”

“Well honey kids bite all the time it’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? This is our daughter, and yours.” I point out to Bailey, “Our three-year-old and five-month-old daughter who was bitten by a three-year-old. Why am I the only parent here who gives a-”

“Read the room.” Bailey reminds me.

I sigh remembering I’m in daycare and that I need to filter, “Right, why am I the only parent here who gives a chocolate pudding emoji about this attack?” I ask frustrated for Lucy who is too busy with her dragon to notice.

“Amber it’s not like Allison targeted Pru and Lucy.” My husband tries to mediate which means he thinks I’m overreacting, “Their babies and babies’ bite. I mean what if this was Lucy who did it?”

“But she didn’t.”

“But what if she did?”

“She didn’t.” I remind him sternly.

“Look as angry as you are and I feel you I really do Hunt and Altman are gonna feel as bad as we would have if Lucy did the biting. Don’t you agree?” I look at him with narrow eyes and stay silent confirming my answer, “Great so we will gently tell them what happened and not have to worry about this because odds are it will be a one-time thing.”

I sigh, “I will be civil.” I handed Lucy to him and we stood up to fill the injury report with Bailey. I fill out my information with Andrew holding a sleeping Lucy over his shoulder.

“We’re all the parents page?” I turn to see Hunt and Altman walking in and I take a deep breath reminding myself to be civil.

“Just the parents involved in the bite.” Bailey turns to face them, “Your kid bit my kid.”

“And mine.” I add venomously still pissed and they look shocked.

“Which?” Hunt asks.

“Allison. Bit Pru.” Bailey explains in a serious tone.

“And Lucy.” Andrew adds serious as well still holding our baby.

“That seems like a one-parent job. Let's make this one about you.” Hunt smugly says leaving Teddy to deal with us as we glare at her.

She sighs, “We are so sorry.” Bailey hands her the clipboard that she takes looking guilty.

I inhale seeing I’m no longer needed and turn to Andrew, “Okay I think you’re good to take care of the rest. I have a patient in the pit who needs to make a chocolate pudding emoji.” Andrew and Bailey look at me confused, “Don’t ask.” I smile at my daughter still sleeping on her dad’s shoulder, “Okay sweetheart mommy has to go to work but I will see you tonight don’t let the other kids tear you down.” Altman looks more guilty if that was possible but I ignore it and give Lucy a big kiss on her cheek, “It was nice talking to you, Dr. Bailey.” She nods in acknowledgment and I face Altman glaring daggers at her before leaving. As I leave, I distinctly hear her saying “If looks could kill.” That alone makes me grin to myself glad that I haven’t lost my touch.

I walk down the hall to find Yasuda outside the all gender restroom which tells me they performed the enema on Jared and is waiting for him. I approached her.

“You did the enema?”

“Yes ma’am.” Yasuda confirms leaning back against the wall, “I am just waiting for confirmation from the patient himself.”

“How long has he been in there?”

“About twenty-five minutes.”

I groan in disgust, “Oh god I hope my kid doesn’t do stupid challenges like this and end up in the same predicament.”

Yasuda shrugs, “Well making mistakes and doing stupid things makes us smarter and more prepared for life.” I look at her with a raised eyebrow, “How else do you think I got to be this stellar person who wants to achieve more than anyone else in life?”

“Have you bitten babies along the way?” I ask angry and she looks startled by my topic change, “Because that’s what happened to my kid. Altman and Hunt’s demon spawn bit my baby and everybody except me is writing it off. I left her because I trusted my husband enough to think that the daycare would take care of her but I left her alone for five minutes and some tiny little snake from the garden of Eden sunk her teeth into my baby. I swear if that kid becomes an intern here, I am gonna make her life hell.” I exhale in rage and look at Yasuda staring at me obviously taken back, “Sorry I’m angry and I rant when I’m angry.”

“Plus being a new mom, you’re bound to have mama bear moments especially when your baby cub gets hurt. And the way I saw Hunt and Altman biting each other’s head off my first week kids are bound to copy what they see at home.”

I chuckle at that, “That probably explains why I had so many anger problems as a kid. Oh god I want my kid to have a better life than I did growing up, instead she’s getting bitten on her first day of daycare.”

Yasuda looks at me in sympathy which I hate, “Kids are tough and the bright side is her hippocampus isn’t fully developed so she won’t remember this.”

“That is true.” Adams approaches us and I glare at him, “Adams where the hell have you been? Are you letting Yasuda do all the dirty work?”

“Um I was watching the Tanks surgery from the gallery.”

“Your patient is your patient until he’s discharged you don’t just hand him off to your co worker and expect her to do your chores.” I groan at his incompetence, “I do not need to be pissed off more Adams I’m already feeling like punching one brat don’t make me feel like punching two.”

“You should listen to her and agree because she will be violent.” Yasuda tells him to save him from the green-eyed resident.

Adams looks at Yasuda confused, “What are you doing?”

“Can't rush the rectum.”

“Wh-Uh, you're a surgeon. We are surgeons.”  

“Yeah, and general surgery's all about poop in the pipes, Skywalker.” I glare at both of them and she explains, “We have a bet whoever gets a procedure done at the end of the day will get the master bedroom and this enema of mine counts.” She turns to Adams with a smug grin, “Curtains or shades? My room gets a lot of light.”

“Eh, it's not your room until you have success.” We hear the toilet flush confirming the enema worked.

“Congrats Yasuda you win, Adams take the loss like a woman.” The door opens and Jared comes out looking much better, “Jared, how are you feeling?”

“I feel like I just lost 10 pounds.” Jared holds their shoulders gratefully and I am glad not to be touched by him after his crap marathon.

“Pho-tastic!” Yasuda yells out happy, “It's another dish on the menu.”

“I want to say thank you so much for your help. Now I can go back.” I look at him confused.

“Uh, um, I'm sorry?” Adams asks confused as well.

“To the restaurant. I need to win that $250.” I look at him dumbfounded and I shift into my stern mama bear face. I calmly hand Yasuda the tablet and she takes it sensing I’m about to tear this boy down.

“Young man, do you have any idea how badly this could’ve gone?” Jared frowns at my serious question, “You ate three pounds of meat, three pounds of noodles and three liters of broth in under two hours and came here with your pipes more clogged than Homer Simpson’s! And this right here was the best-case scenario your stomach could have burst and you would have to eat through a feeding tube at the age of 22 do you want to live like that?” Jared shakes his head clearly scared of me, “No! Nobody wants to live like that and you’re taking that risk going back and doing this dumb contest.”

“Challenge.” Adams corrects me and I glare at him shutting him up, “I’m not important here got it.”

I turn back to Jared, “Look Jared are your folks well off? Do they have money to give you if you need the cash this badly?”

Jared shrugs, “I mean yeah but I’m 22 and I’m graduating soon I don’t want them to worry about me if I ask for money.”

“Newsflash Jared they already worry about you! It’s a parents biological need to worry because if they don’t worry about you as you explore your life and figure out who you are through this terrifying and dangerous world then they don’t love you. Do your parents love you?” Jared nods, “Then they would rather have you call them and ask them for money than do this stupid challenge that could result in your doctors calling them and telling them their son lost his stomach or worse all for a few measly bucks you could’ve asked for. Do you get that?” Jared looks down guilty and nods, “Do you?” He nods more and mutters yeah, “Good you call your family tell them what happened tell them your okay and that you need money, go!” Jared walks away looking scared, I inhale and exhale after my speech with the interns looking at me clearly impressed.

“Damn.” Yasuda says with a grin, “I feel really bad for whoever is dumb enough to pick on your cub, mama bear.”

“Oh, you know that’s right.” I confirm and take my tablet back from her, “Come on you two back to the pit.”

Next Chapter Here

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Thank you for blessing me with a lot of lovely asks, Em!

There are 5-10 individual responses that I've received that meant the fucking world to me, but ... some of them are very personal to me, I could not identify ONE that meant THE MOST out of the others, and I would not want anyone who has sent me a response to feel like it wasn't good enough, especially because over the past few months I have had some very dear friendships that were sparked by or evolved because of a response they so blessed me with.

And it's said a lot - but I don't know why people still don't understand:

LITERALLY EVERY REBLOG WITH SOME KIND OF COMMENT IS DIRELY APPRECIATED. I know there are a handful of people that I'm going to write this, and I know I'm preaching to the choir, but for the hundreds of people who might see this and don't interact or only hit a like button? Why? Why are you withholding? Someone spent time creating it and then they came here to share it with you. Not for clout, but because we had these ideas, and we wanted to share them.

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Just One Reason: A Wonderful Winter Time

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

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Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

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'❄️IT'S SNOWING!❄️' 

You hit send and put the phone down. You glance through the window on the other side of your desk and smile. You have it all set up so your heavy laptop doesn't block out the scenery, though it's just the alleyway.

The suite in the building across from yours usually has a rich array of flowers on the summer. And the sun hits nicely at a certain time of day and almost illuminates the brick. 

The whole desk buzzes and you read the response. Lloyd almost makes you laugh with only a '😿'. He used to tease you for all your emojis but now you find yourself trying to decipher his use of them. Sometimes he doesn't make much sense. He is a funny guy. 

You pick up your phone and take a picture out the window of how the powder starts to pile on the railing across from you. You hit send and add a follow-up, 'so prettttty.' 

You smile as you peer out again. Another swell of nostalgia floods through you then rolls over to a sense of longing. Your dad would love it. He'd be trying to goad you into sledding, even though he always lost control of his toboggan.  

Your phone shakes violently in your hand. This time, it doesn't stop. You answer Lloyd's call, "uh, hi?" 

"Whatcha doin'?" 

"Uhhhhh," you lean your elbow on the desk, "just finished some work. Was going to put the kettle on--" 

"Forget the kettle. I'm outside." 

"Outside? Lloyd." 

"I know, tootsie, you're a creature of habit but I'm a man without rules," he snickers. 

"I didn't even know you were back," you say. 

"Wow, some welcome, huh?" He scoffs. "Thought you'd be happy to see me." 

"I am," you argue shrilly. "Alright, let me just get my stuff. It might take me a few." 

"Sure thing, candy girl," he says, "I'll keep the seat warm. Crank this thing up to ten." 

"Right, bye," you hang up and stand with a sigh. 

You're happy to have a friend but Lloyd can be a bit... demanding. He's a bit oblivious too. He doesn't always ask, he just kind of does. You're much the opposite but you suppose it makes it more interesting.  

You grab some socks before you tuck your feet into your boots. You stand and grab your jacket. You lost a button and replaced it with a close dupe. Still, it stands out. 

You shove your phone in your purse and pause. Your forgetting something. You scurry back to grab the bundle on the armrest then pluck up your keys. You hurry out and barrell down the stares. He may have caught you offguard but you always hate to keep anyone waiting. 

You kick up snow as you near his car and the doors unlock loudly. You sit with your feet outside and shake off the snow. You pull your legs in and shut the door with a brr. 

"I thought you liked this sh--stuff," he snorts. 

"I do!" You hold out the bundle, "welcome back, Lolly." 

He smirks and curiously eyes the sewn pouch. He takes it and chuckles at the nickname. One autocorrect mixup and it just sort of stuck. 

"Remember, you can't call me that around others. I got an aura to maintain," he says as he loosens the string and looks inside. He tugs out the wolly mitt with its black and grey ombre. He narrows his eyes and slips the other free. He examines them, feeling the stitching. 

"You don't have mitts so I made some," you say, "just in time too!" 

He looks at you then back at the wool, "you made them?" 

"Yeah, like mine," you bounce excitedly, "you like them. I hope the colour's okay. I didn't have black but I found that on discount." 

"They're... nice," he says. 

"Please, try them. See if they fit. I had to guess and my hands are tiny." 

"Uh, yeah," he flinches and looks down again. He shoves his hand into one and raises it, stretching is fingers inside, "perfect. Warm." 

"Awesome," you smile proudly. "But uh, you know... if you don't like them. I know they're not really your style. Oh, maybe I could sew in a Gucci tag--"  

"Stop," he slips it off and puts them back in the bag, "I love em, okay?" 

He leans over and pulls open the glove box. He puts them inside, his shoulder against you, and snaps it shut. 

"Make sure I don't lose them," he sits back and rests his hand on your seat, "so, anyway, you're not gonna make me feel like a chump so easy. You're not the only one with a surprise." 

"Please, I'm not dressed for that bar," you protest.  

"Ha, no, don't worry, you'll be fine," he assures you. 

"Can I have a hint?" You ask as he pulls away from the curb.  

"Nope," he makes the P pop. 

"Hmm, alright. I'll be patient." 

"Just sit pretty, tootsie roll," he steers down the snowy street cautiously. "Wanna turn on some of that girly trash you listen to?" 

You roll your eyes and tap the touchscreen of the stereo. You search for the 00s station and hit play. An Xtina classic comes on and you turn it up. 

"Oh, I love this one," you wiggle in your seat. 

"Really?" He remarks, "wouldn't think..." 

You sit back and tap your foot to the rhythm. You watch the snowflakes drift and peer up into the deepening blue evening. It's so pretty. You're just happy not to be alone. 

You look over as the tires crunch to a stop at the light. At least he has the sense not to drive like a maniac in this weather. As you glance at him, his lips curve around the lyrics of the song silently. You chuckle softly and turn back to the window. You knew he liked your music. 

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content : n-i!woozi x gn!reader ; fluff ; 1.1k words ; no warnings c: - woozi looks for song inspo at a café you work at ! an : please give feedback by reblogging / sending in thoughts and suggestions (๑>◡<๑) + longer an at the end!

“ ‘scuse me,” you turned around, immediately leaving the daydreaming headspace and turning to the customer who was in the middle of ordering, “um i said, an earl grey tea.. thats all.”

it was a winter afternoon, the moonlight illuminating the streets and the dim lights in the café barely keeping you awake. working in such a cosy atmosphere with little customers made you slack off a lot - zoning out and humming songs to yourself while waiting for the next order.

“oh, right.. sorry, you can pay and take a seat.. ill bring it to you.” you managed to blurt out, turning around to start boiling the kettle. and he did just that, he took a seat by the window and took out a laptop out his bag. the laptop seemed to have a few stickers consisting of random phrases and a red guitar, “cute.” you hummed.

as you finished preparing the tea, you focused on how concentrated he was, typing away while restlessly bopping his leg. 

“here's the tea.” you glanced at him, taking a better look at his features which were unbelievably alluring. his black hair complementing his dark eyes, his light pink lips that curled into a smile when you walked over, his muscular arms that filled his white button up shirt, reaching over to you. “thanks.” he replied almost instantly.

you couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his screen as you passed him the hot cup of tea, noticing a google document titled ‘23’ with some sentences written on it, barely filling half a page. “is that for work or something?” you decided to strike up a conversation, partly because you were curious but partly because the guy was too cute to not talk to.

“ah this?” he looked over to scan over the document, “kind of?” you replied with a little tilt of your head, to which he chuckled, “just some lyrics for a song.”

“oh wow… thats cool. hows it coming together?” 

“not very well. i'm usually full of ideas, cant think of much lately.” you could tell he was passionate about it all, you gathered it was something he truly enjoyed doing, not just something he had to do. 

“sorry to hear? maybe a sweet treat on me to cheer you up?” his face lit up again, nodding with clear gratitude, “i’d like that.”

the next evening, he came back again, “oh hi.” you smiled softly, sort of glad he wasn’t a one time customer.

“a cup of earl grey please.”

as you brought him the tea, you took notice of the document opened up on his laptop once again. ‘23’ - the same one as yesterday, yet this time it was wiped blank, the bright light highlighting his face.

“how come you deleted the stuff that was on it yesterday?” he turned his attention to you, and the steaming cup in your hand, taking it from you. “didn’t like those notes, ‘m restarting again.”

you nodded, showing your interest in his softly spoken words. “let me know if you want to order something else.” your eyes twinkling at the thought of talking to him more.

as you awkwardly walked away, he quickly added, “um.. i’m jihoon by the way.” looking back, you replied with, “y/n.” 

a few days passed and there was no sign of jihoon returning, until it hit 7pm on a monday evening, when your eyes scanned the entrance as soon as you felt the cold wave of air hit you. it was him.

“an earl grey?” you hummed, trying to hide your smile but failing very miserably - though jihoon didn’t mind, in fact he looked just as happy to see you too. “an earl grey.” he replied through his chuckle.

just as usual, you walked over to his seat with the tea, realising that he was typing more than any other day, his document now full with the title changing to ‘23 - earl grey.’

“guessing you finally have some ideas?” your voice seemed to startle him as he jumped a little, closing the laptop half-way. “hm?” you questioned.

he shyly took the tea as he looked over, this time avoiding direct eye contact. “sorry, i didn’t notice you came over.” “so what’d you write about? can i read it?”

“its not done yet…” 

“it doesn’t matter, i’m sure its good.” you reassure him, though you could tell he still wasn’t up for the idea. you shook your head and sighed, “nevermind, sorry for disturbing you”

another week passed and you hadn't seen jihoon since that evening, and you noticed a pattern of how often he came, assuming he was a busy guy with better things to do than sit around the café to entertain your delusions. by the second week you felt a little worried, wondering if the comment about reading the lyrics was too weird of a request or if he was uncomfortable due to your intrusiveness. just as the week was ending and you’ve started to give up on the idea of ever seeing him again and apologising, you see a familiar figure entering the cafe.

“jihoon?” you sighed in relief, “im so sorry if i made you uncomfortable, that was never my intent i swear..” you began rambling but jihoon’s smile only continued to widen. 

“you didn’t.” he explained, being blunt yet somehow comforting. “i was just busy and.. here.” he passed you a piece of folded paper, before you could say anything he was already running off and waving, “see you!” 

before you headed to bed, you remembered the paper given to you, running to the bag you stuffed it in. quickly, you unfolded the paper to see a handwritten page of lyrics. ‘earl grey.’

as you read through it, you picked out some of the lyrics that stood out to you the most. ‘cold evenings with you by my side, earl grey tea with you on my mind.’ being your favourite by far. your face felt a little warmer as you turned the page to see a note that thanked you for being such a big inspiration for the song, his instagram handle written on there too.

you looked up the instagram to see his account, 27k followers, 103 following, 14 posts. you started looking through some of them, the pinned one being a photo of him and his 5 other friends, another a selfie of him, then the most recent one of his laptop and a tea cup at the café you were working at.

‘the lyrics were really pretty, thank you.’ was the first message you sent him that spiralled into a whole night of talking.

an 2 : i haven't written in a while so this was to get going on writing again, i wanted to write a cute lil fic for woozi since i literally do not see enough of him on here... again if u have any feedback please interact and if u have any suggestions send in an ask / request! ily :3