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rosietaeyongswife · 4 years ago

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black orphan |l.ty

genre: angst, smut mafia!taeyong, taeyonxreader, mafia au

tw: mentions of dead, murders, bad language, sex, mafia, mafia stuff

summary: being daugther of people who are hierarchy..well known around south korea isn’t very nice especially when they’re mafia and you killed them. u know what also isn’t easy? taking care of your younger sister.

authors note: pls if you have time it would be nice if you could read this it’s about lately thing with chinese idols. i explain there why some people should stop spreading hate on them and that it’s not really their fault.

when you were child you didn’t understand what were your parents doing. you only knew you were rich. private schools. everything you want. most expensive clothes. everything. trip to hot country in middle of the winter? no problem. you and your sister minhee had everything. but your father and mother didn’t forget to teach you that you need to work for what you have.

you were always amazed by your parents untill you were 16 years old and started to understand what they are doing for living. your parents were killers and drug sellers. you couldn’t belive it at first but with time you understood. that’s how your family is living. that’s how kim’s family is living. with time you learned about mafia life and your parents business. your father made sure that his daughter is going to take care of their business one day.. exactly - one day. one night your mother was standing in front of you with smile.

“y/n you are getting married.” she smiled wider. “he is son of rich man who can be needed.”

“what?”

they wanted you to marry some 40 years old man and sell your younger sister because they would had only benefits. it was this time when it hits you.

you are just 24 years old, are you really going to kill your parents? answer is yes. few weeks ago you poisoned your parents and made sure that everyone would think that their heart stopped. because of this you were now the owner of kim hierarchy. now you are boss.

you were sitting at conference room with jackson when someone called you.

“yes honey?” you smiled. “how much do you need? okay. take my credit card. yes it’s fine.”

you hung up. it was minhee. she needed some money so you gave it to her.

“it was minhee right?”

“how do you know?”

“you always smile this way when you are talking with minhee.”

“damn jackson. you know me too well.” jackson chuckled. “so now. how is the deal with sagurako family?”

“i think they don’t want to pay us.”

you could only smile.

“they really don’t take me seriously.” you sighed. “kill his son.”

“ok, how and when?”

“whatever. tell jaebum that it’s job for him.”

“yes sir.”

you really weren’t in mood to games. you just want money and nothing else. is this that hard? pay what they own you? your parets exactly but they are dead so you should take money, right? they don’t matter same as their children. they have five kids so one less isn’t big deal.

when you were sitting by your desk you heard someone. it was yugyeom. you sighed and walked to the coridor.

“why the fuck are you so loud?”

“because bambam is stupid idiot.”

“what? no!” he shout. “he almost kill me.”

“whatever. be quiter.”

“y/n wait!” yugyeom looked in to your eyes. “someoe was following minhee when she was at school and then with her friends.”

hearing this made you upset. you know that you have much more enemies than friends but you had hope that minhee isn’t going to be part of their hit list.

“bambam take me home i need to talk with her.”

“what are you going to do?” yugyeom was looking at you confused. he knows very well that you don’t play games. “are you going to kill somebody again?”

“ew no. she is going to have home school. ask youngjae or mark to hire someone ok?”

“yes.”

your sister safety is your priority. she didn’t do anything wrong and she is innocnt teen. you couldn’t let someone to hurt her or even worse. of course minhee knew that yours family works in dirty business but she doesn’t know much. and it should stay like this. minhee isn’t going to take your company one day. you can’t do it. if you won’t be dead to your 60s you would give company to your child or something but at this moment it isn’t time to think about this.

the whole house was clean. junmyeon was here for sure. you smiled softly. take off your coat and boots. first thing you did was to drink some watter. drinking watter is important especially for your brain’s work. when you were done you went to find your sister.

“minhee!” you looked around your house but you didn’t hear her back. sighing you went to check her and you could hear she was talking with someone. “minhee!”

you walked in and first thing you saw was her with phone.

“i’m sorry. didn’t hear you.”

“yeah, it’s okay. are you fine?”

“yes. everything is fine. something happend?”

“you not gonna attend school anymore. you will have home lessons. you know teacher will be here with you.” you shrugged.

“what? no way!”

“you can’t do anything about this.”

“you can’t lock me there! the fuck y/n! i have friends there.”

“they can come to house.”

“but no..wtf. i don’t want to.”

“it’s for your safety.” you tried to hug her. “i know it’s not cool and all but i don’t have any other choice.”

minhee was looking at you with only hate in her eyes.

“are you trying to lock me down? just like parents did to you?”

“no, of course no! it’s not it.” you took package of ciggs. “i don’t want to see that you are dead. someone is following you. if you still be arguing you’ll be dead soon.”

“w-who is following me?”

“i don’t know. jackson hire some teacher and some bodyguards so i hope you’ll be safe here if no then i have to send you to china.”

“china?”

“yes to our uncle.”

“why the fuck i can’t live normal live.”

“listen. you can’t choose family but you should be grateful for us. for what you have. i work hard for everyting we achhived.”

“how? by killing people? it’s a job for you?” she smirked. “you are exactly like parents. what else do you do? drugs? murders? are you selling people?”

“done! i’m fuckin done. you can’t leave the house for next week. better accept how things are going because i’m not gonna let you talk to me like that.” you were pissed of. “you didn’t even know them well, what can you know? you acting like i don’t care about you even tho it’s not true.”

minhee didn’t feel bad about what she said. she was mad at you because she didn’t want to be in home. she wants to explore. you exactly know that she doesn’t want to live the way the whole your family is living. and you also don’t want her to live the same just like you. so sending her to china is the best option. uncle isn’t in mafia and all dirty stuff the rest of the family members do so minhee can be safe there.

your sister didn’t talk with you by the whole week. you didn’t really care because you have so much work to do. kinda proud because you made japanese family to pay you the money they owned to your parents so you were satisfied. everything went fine. things are nice so are you. no worries by the whole time. only thing you are upset about is that your family want to meet. family meeting sounds nice? no. there is going to be other mafia because remember guys - if there is family meeting that means there is going to be make big deals.

jackson with the rest of the boys were standing next to you.

“you look pretty.” mark said looking at you with a smile. “but where is minhee?”

“told her that she has 5 minutes untill i go there.”

“yes sir.”

you smiled. nothing can make your day worse. you are clever person so it turns out that you made a lot of big deals so now you are just swimming in the money to be honest. everything is so fine like never and nothing can upset you. not even this damn dinner with your family and others because you’ll be there with your people.

“minhee please we don’t have time. grandma will be mad.”

“i don’t care. i don’t want to.”

you could only sighed. walking in her bedroom made you feel like teenager again. she was kind of similiar to you but at the same time she was so different. you took her hairbrush and started brushing her hair while looking in to her eyes in the mirror.

“you are so beautiful minhee. can you see it?” she nod. “everyones eyes are going to be on us. especially you because you are younger. behave there honey ok? they won’t like acting up or something. also be ready for all the compliments.” you smiled softly. “plus.. i can’t have eyes on you whole night so be careful. if someone is bothering you..” you lean to her ear “you know what to do.”

she nodded and stand up. ready to go and show off. you are y/n and minhee kim. you are prestige family and nobody can tell otherwise.

the place was huge and expensive. you knew your family like things like that but not that much. without thinking your people with you at the front walked in welcomed by some people who were smilling at you.

“mrs.kim?”

“it’s me.”

“welcome madam. have fun.”

slight smile goes on your lips and disaper quickly. and here you are. all eyes on you and your crew. smile and confident walk by you was really indimidiating. you knew your presence here was cherry on top. your parents died in mysterious conditions and here you are leading kim’s company. isn’t it suss? it is and you know it well but it’s only made you proud. your parents were problematic and were problem not only for you but for the family and co-workers. jelous eyes of wifes and girls were on you. to be honest, you are one of the prettiest and hottest woman there and that’s why you are just eye-catching.

the long table was place where you and minhee should stay. your people found place to themselfs, and when they were gone you noticed that by the table was sitting bosses of others organizations.

“good evening grandma.” you goes to hug her and asked minhee to do so. “i missed you so much.”

“is this my little y/n? sunshine i missed you. how are you?” she was worried. this woman was someone who you wish were your mother. she was the only one who cares about you. your mother or father never told you “i love you” it was your precious grandma who always was making sure to say “i love you” no matter what. “is everything fine?”

“i’m fine. everything is the best. business is going really well. you know.. zeros on bank account are only growing.” you smiled. “what about you? health?”

“i feel like i’m in my 30s.” she was only 70 years old but she felt way younger. “you know even tho your grandpa is pain in ass i’m fine. i’m so happy that now you are leading business.” she smirked. “my son and his -be sorry god- wife were failure. they have never made this much money like you do.”

“grandma thank you. it’s not such a big deal.”

“it is. i’m proud of you. i’m proud that you are leading something to be even bigger.” tear came down my cheek. “and you minhee. what about you?”

“everything is okay i guess.”

“is something bothering you?” everyone were looking at your sister and you knew what she is going to say.

“i feel kinda grounded but it’s okay.”

“what?”

“y/n made me stop attend private school and have home schooling.”

“it’s against your wish?”

“yes.”

you were now kinda mad at your sister. you know well that she said that because she still doesn’t agree with idea of home schooling and china.

“let me make things clear grandma. someone was following her and i love her too much to let someone hurt her. it’s the safest in our home.”

your grandma sighed like everyone else in family.

“minhee you are still too immature and too young to understand things. let your sister work and decide. she is doing everything for your best.” your grandpa said while he was drinking his wine.

“but i have friends there. i have thing i’m interested in school and now i’m going to be grounded.”

you couldn’t listen her anymore what notice your another uncle.

“minhee just let things happen. can we talk about something else? as you can see we have guests by these table.” he looked around.

and that was the time when minhee must leave. you looked at her and she disaper. anothers girls and boys who were teens also disaper leaving the elders and bosses.

“okay so let’s talk.” your grandpa said. “my son is such a dumbass and made debts. also. police was suspecting you to be the one who killed your parents my dear y/n.”

boss of nct, bts and monstax looked at you. you just smiled at them.

“there is no proof. i made sure to done work.” you took your glass of wine. “i’m more pro than my parents was, right? i don’t think someone is crying because of their loss.”

you interested taeyong. he has never seen a person who openly talk about murder. about parents murder. you were that cofident that it makes him like you. he could see clearly that you don’t fuck with others.

“mother will you let her get away with this? he still was your son.”

“will you talk like that if you knew that he signed documents about taking over your wealth? and everyone else?” you took a sip.”seokhyun you are so fuckin dumb. i hope you know why i don’t have respect for you right?” you smirked “you are pain in as..you remind me of some boy who was bothering minhee. you know what did i do with him?” he shook his head no “i shot him in front of his parents eyes. be careful.”

“what else you know?” grandpa took another bottle of wine.

“i know so much that i could easily take over business of everyone here.” you smiled. “father hide money in japan. i guess no one knows why there but it doesn’t matter. i have deal for mr. lee taeyong.”

taeyong smiled over you. he was glad that he is going to make deal with big mrs. kim y/n.

“i listen to you lady.”

“i know your handsome and eye-catching member named yuta nakamoto is japanese and he runs your business there. let’s say i need him. i want your help with finding money in japan.”

“i want 40% from this.”

“you want too much. it’s almost half of the money i would get. it’s not worth it. you are only finding money that are basically belonging to me.”

you weren’t dumb. you knew that it’s way too much.

“what is your proposition?”

“i can give you 20%.”

“deal. i’m glad i’m going to work with you mr. kim.”

“same here mrs.lee i hope you not gonna fail.” he smiled. “i want to also say something. time is ticking mr. seo. and you know what happend.”

lee taeyong stod up and leave to his members table. you looked confused at wife of your cousin jongdae.

“what happend?”

“it’s matter between me and him. please don’t ask questions.”

“okay so i can begin now.” namjoon said slightly annoyed. “what with our collaboration mrs.kim.” he was looking annoyed at your grandma

“i said i don’t know.”

“please.. my boys were working for you. i think we would be giant.”

you were looking at them and thinking. what the fuck. you knew that bts are doing good but you also heard about their debts.

“no. if my lovely grandma said no then it’s no.” you didn’t look at him but at your glass full of wine.”don’t you want collaboration with my grandma and granpa just to pay off your debts and bills?”

everyone was looking at your table because everyone heard it. whole nct were looking at you with shock same with bts and bosses of other mafies were spechless same with shownu.

“aren’t you too mean? it’s none of your business y/n. it’s thing between me and your grandparents.”

“exactly. and i’m not going to look how you want to take their whole wealth. how much money do you need? we can borrow you but you know.” you stand up like namjoon did few seconds ago just to come closer. “deadline is short period of time. and consequences are really big.” you smiled. “ask chan what happend when he was late with money.”

namjoon was standing there embarrased and paralaized. you come at him and he didn’t like it. but you weren’t afraid. you are at too strong position to be moved by little kim namjoon.

“okay. borrow me a three milion dollars and i’m going to return them back.”

“sure. jackson!” you said. “make collab with my grandma but remember that i have eyes all around and i will notice if there is less money than it should be. you have month to pay me back.” jackson give you both piece of paper when you signed it. “sign it.”

“thank you and yes. month and you will have your money back.”

after this everything went smooth. no fights. just paceful event. by the time it was time to dance and you were asked by your cousin jongdae to dance but soon enough you were dancing with lee taeyong.

“i didn’t know you were that mean and that strong.” he said while his hands were on your waist and yours around his neck.

“i don’t like playing games with someone who isn’t worht it.”

“and i like it.” he smirked. “you seem to be good player aren’t you?”

“maybe i am. mr.taeyong why are you even here?” he was confused. “i clearly see that you and your men don’t want to be there.”

“are you watching us?”

“shouldn’t i?”

“i guess you should. it scary talking with girl who killed own parents.”

you could only smile. you aren’t afraid of anything and no one will make you feel regret. your parents deserved this and if you wouldn’t kill them they would ruin your life and your family lifes. and y’all don’t deserve this at all. your parents were selfish since you’ve been child. when there was no minhee your only friend was maid and chef. they were talking with you and play with you and your toys just to not feel alone. beside of them you had your grandparents. your grandma loved you like you were her daughter. she always made sure to say “i love you” and to check on you. and your grandpa? he would be proud and happy to walk you to your kindergarten and take care of you along with your grandma. and your parents? they didn’t care. they just thougth about money. more money and even more money. your mother was mean if she had to stay with you. she would just left you in your bedroom with toys and goes to her friend or to watch tv. and father? he didn’t even talk with you. he started to talk when he wanted you to be part of mafia.

he taught you everything you need to know. and because of their lack of love and your knowledge of things you shouldn’t know about you are like this today. cold and emotionless. no one really show your love (not including your grandparents). kids at shool were afraid of you becasue they knew who you were and their parents didn’t allow them to play with you. in high school they didn’t want to be in touch with girl whose family is gangsters and who could kill anyone they want. you even hadn’t any best friend. no one.

“it’s not scary. they deserved this.” you were closer. “sometimes you need to get rid of your enemies and i’m sure they were one.”

“am i your enemy?”

“if you will help me you’ll be my friend.”

since then you haven’t talked with family members. you didn’t need to. also minhee was more distant than usually. you even noticed that she is leaving and coming back late at night. you just had hope that she isn’t causing any problems. but when she was gone for two days and came back like nothing happend it makes you feel mad. mark and youngjae were nice enough to follow her around and found out that she is dating someone. minhee was dating and you didn’t even know. also, it seems like they know each other really well and are together since the very long time.

you were fine with it. she is 18. she can date anyone. you didn’t even care about this that she doesn’t tell you but it’s okay. it’s hers life after all. but when she were gone for a week and she doesn’t contact with you.. boy, you were really mad. minhee just disapear and have no signs of live.

“y/n you need to calm down. she for sure is fine.” mark said “she is teenager, something like this happens.”

“but i do so much for her, why she is like this?” bambam was looking at you with sad eyes. he knew he shouldn’t feel this way but he hates your sister and seeing you hurt was really.. bad feeling. he knew how much effort you put to raise her well and take good care of. “i don’t understand. she just could told me that she want to go somewhere or something. i’m sick of it.”

“y/n.. we got it. i think she could leave with her boyfriend. yugyeom is checking him.” jackson hugged you tightly. “she is fine. minhee is strong.”

“and naive. she doesn’t even know how to defend herself what if he is going to hurt her?”

“maybe no? we don’t know.”

when you were sitting in your office you didn’t know back then that person who is lover of your sister is who he is. reading his info was really surprising to you. it was unbeliveble. member of nct.

sound of your heels could be hear in headquarter of nct. your usually outfit on you - dark coat and black boots above your knees. people called you black orphan because of the fact that you are orphan basically and because you only dressed in black.

members of nct who noticced you were whispering something about black orphan being here. you were walking slowly don’t even bother to look at them. you had goal - find minhee. jackson and rest of the boys were behind you and were in the line. like always.

“excuse me, what are you doing here?” man named mark was in front of you. “i don’t remember that you were invited.”

“i don’t need invitation.” you growled. “better find kim minhee and park jisung.”

face of mark knew that is going to happen and why are you here. taeyong and rest of the members of nct couldn’t belive that jisung is letting his girlfriend stay in their place. taeyong was against and mad because he found out by accident when he was checking bathroom and minhee was going to bathroom. he almost killed her.

when mark was about to go your sister and her s/o were near. minhee was looking at you surprised. she knew you could find her but didn’t think that you would come to nct.

“i count to 10 and we coming home.”

“i’m not leaving.” she hissed. “i’m sick of being under your control.”

“what is this noise here?” taeyong appeard in his hallway. the crowd of his people were looking around whole argument.

“you living with my money that i worked for. i pay your bills and all. i’m doing everything for you to have amazing life. why don’t you understand that you will never be normal girl? you will never. you will always be “daughter of mafia” or “sister who hate her parents”. you should accept this.”

“that’s why i fuckin hate you!” she scream. “i don’t want your help. you think you did everything well. i want to throw up everytime i reminds to myself what you are doing. i don’t want to be part of this also i don’t want to live in china. i want to decide.”

you laughed like freak. you were looking at your little sister and couldn’t think of anything but how stupid she actually is.

“i’m not asking you.” you hissed. “you are ungretful, spoiled brat who thinks that owns the world and is main charcater, don’t you? if you want to be that independent okay. i’m going to block all back acounts from you. from now on you will work your ass off for money. i’m starting counting and you better come here.” you looked in to her eyes. “1..2..3..”

“you aren’t my mother. my mother is dead! understand this!”

jaehyun was about to say something but taeyong stopped him. he was enjoying the show in front of him. he really loves how crazy you actually are.

“i’m staying with jisung. i won’t come back to home.”

“you are making disrace for our surname. don’t act like fool and come to home. i’m at 7.”

minhee didn’t even flinch.

“i’m not scared of you. after all i’m your family.”

“are you sure honey?” you touched her cheek. “do you know how killed your lovely parents?” she denied. “i did. funni isn’t it? everyone know but not their own daughter. i think you should be scared of me at that point.”

minhee couldn’t belive her ears. you killed your parents. she was living with you not knowing about everything.

“you are crazy bitch! i hate you! i hate this family! one day i’ll make sure that police or media destroy you.”

“good luck.” you winked and slapped her. “you are no longer part of kims family. i don’t need you. you were the one that needed me.” you said harshly stepping closer and touched her chest to push her. “you are no one know. there is no coming back. you are done in my eyes. dead. and if i see you in my way i’m going to kill your love and then you. and guess what? nothing will bother to help find justice.” you shrugged and smiled one last time “you are free. make sure to change surname and to make it like we have never been family.”

minhee was holidng her cheek and crying. at this point she knew that she doesn’t really know her own family. that there is secrets that are creepy and scary just like them. and she was sure she doesn’t want to involved. but now she was feeling bad because of what she said. jisung had tried hundred times explain her who you are. that she is doing it for her safety because thousands of people wants her head and she still didn’t listen.

taeyong was following you.

“are you going to stop going after me or you want me to beat you up?”

“don’t need to be so harsh. i just want to ask you something.” he smiled. “have you ever been in love?”

“the fuck mr. lee? i only met you few times and i talk with you for the second time.”

“just answer me y/n.” his eyes was shining and you liked this view. you liked him to be honest. he did awesome work by finding your fathers money. he was loyal to you and you liked it. also he was handsome. why don’t like him?

“no. i have never been in love. having crush in daughter of mafia doesn’t sound nice right?”

“i don’t belive. you are way too pretty and too smart to be alone the whole time.” you smiled. he was cheesy but you liked it. “i think this can change.”

“do you want to seduce me?” you asked with little smile. “make me feel like i’m special and leave next day?”

“who said i would leave?” he smirked. “you are really something y/n.”

“i think we could talk about it.”

and here you are. taeyong brings happines to your live. you have never experinced things like the one you do with taeyong. you are no longer alone. you wake up usually in his bed with his eyse piercing in to your soul. jackson and boys were happy that someone is interested in you and you are intrested in someone. they have never seen you having crush in male. but here you are. all over heels over lee taeyong. you didn’t like the idea of him having you wrapped around his finger but who cares? you like it.

“y/n what are you thinking about?”

“taeyong would you kill for me?”

“isn’t it obvious? i know you can do it by yourself but i would always kill anyone who is messing with my girl.”

“since when i’m your girl?”

“since the first time i’ve heard of you y/n.” he kissed you. “why you asking?”

“i feel like i spend way too much time with you so i need to make sure that you are worth it.”

“are you doubting me?” he touch your cheeks. “look at us. we are in my apartment in japan with beautiful view on sea. we are here alone having the best sex of our lives. having each other and telling silly secrets.” he hugged you and you lay your head on his chest. “we don’t need to stress about business. we have each other now. it’s feels like heaven.”

“we are in japan. we are looking at the sea.” you smiled softly. “it’s almost like dream.”

“i know you have never thing like this. i want to show you life colors you know?” he smiled. “i want you to be happy. i want to see that you enjoy your time and let someone like you more than friend.”

“you just saying that.” you sighed. “you are going to leave soon like everyone in my life. but it’s okay.”

“you will never get rid of me.” he looked deadly in to your eyes. “past six months was like arcadia with you by my side. i feel like i can love you and i know that no one ever loved you the way i do.” he smiled. “but i’m here. i love you.”

“what?”

“you heard me and i’m not going to say this again.”

“lee taeyong you make me feel needed.”

he was messing so much with your head and you didn’t even mind. he was there. he was with you and makes you forget about any problems. about stress. about work. time with him is smooth. and you love it.

“can we make love this time? not fuck? i want to feel your love even if it’s temporary.” you said with eyes closed while you kissed him

taeyong smiled wide. he loved the idea of making love and not just fuck.

“my girl is soft.” he teased. “i want to do it. love.”

“i hate you so much sometimes.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not going to ask anymore. it’s just this once.”

“alright. i got it.”

you were sure that taeyong will disapear. you can’t show feeling but taeyong.. he show you love. he was there. you didn’t even know when you started to finding yourself making breakfasts for him. hugging him for every 5 minutes. telling him your dreams. listen to him and advice him. making him happy. it comes to you naturally just by watching his moves to you. it was so soft and so new to you. proudness. it what’s you feel. you could love taeyong. you didn’t even love your parents nor sister. it was more like obligation. but with taeyong? you realized your feeling when you were missing him and your mind just focus on him.

you wanted to be best girlfriend to him. one time he even just put gun in your mouth and say to suck it if you love him just to then have you moaning “love yous”. and you did. not thinking twice. at this moment you both knew that it’s simply love between dificult people.

taeyong was deep in you. you could feel him hitting right spots.

“how’s my kitten feeling?”

“good. good sir.” you moaned. “i feel like i’m close.” you whines

“i love view of you. you are perfect for me even your pussy is made for me.” he moeaned. “look at you under me. lovely.”

“stop talking and just make me cum.”

“marry me.”

you were that confused. you were at edge of orgasm and he is telling you this.

“taeyong why are you saying this when we fuck?”

“why not? will you marry me?” he punted deeper and faster. “i would love to see you with my surname. lee y/n.” he smiled giving you hickeys “all by myself. my wife.”

“you got to be kidding me.” you laughed “we are having sex and you asking me about mar-”

you couldn’t end your sentence because taeyong circled your clit and suddenly wave of pleasure hit you like ddu du and you cum. moaning his name and curling.

“answer kitten.”

“yes. i want to fuckin marry you lee dumbass taeyong.”

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red, blue, my yellow. [jwy!]

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#𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 bestfriend!woo x fem!reader.

#𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 in which woo is your teasing florist of a friend who can’t seem to pick between red and blue; so you add a third option for him, yellow!

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“Okay, so Sky Blue or Cherry Red?”

“What the fuck? Those are so contrasting.”

Wooyoung whined at your indecisive and absentminded response, leaning his head against your turquoise, sweater-clad shoulder while watching reruns of Scooby-Doo on your old TV. You sipped on the sugarless vanilla latte he purchased for you, relishing in the brief but welcomed warmth the drink radiated in waves. Wooyoung obsessively shoved two paint-cards into your face, gaggling over how bright and saturated they were.

He visited earlier with the guise of simply hanging out with you, claiming that while occupied with his 9-5 job downtown as an optimistic florist, he missed your company. Initially he picked the job because it sounded delicate and comprehensively easy. Objectively, the work was relatively standard; water the daffodils and make sure his small, secret rose garden he called ‘wonderland’ was receiving enough sunlight; but his back ached with hauling boxes filled with seeds and bags packed of faux soil.

“Why are you seriously no help?” He chirped. You grumbled in response, focusing on the graphics of the late television show rather than Wooyoung’s juvenile complaints. Your hair was an unkempt rat’s nest and your spongebob pyjama pants were ruffled considerably, but you allowed Wooyoung into your house regardless of your external appearance. You knew he wouldn’t judge you anyways, too occupied with picking a paint colour for his new apartment.

“How about Sunflower Yellow?” You calmly, dismissively suggested, taking another long swig from the now-empty pale brown paper cup before tossing it behind your couch. You’d clean it up later anyways, but for now you had a whiny best friend to deal with. “Dunno if you’re hard of hearing or colourblind but yellow wasn’t an option.” Wooyoung quipped, his eyes flashing with a teasingly stumped mirth.

“You and I both damn-well know who has the better hearing, and she’s lookin’ right at ya.” Wooyoung giggled at your pouty disposition, finding your blushed cheeks and deep eye-bags adorable. He sat casually against your couch, dressed in his own quirkily mismatched ensemble. A pair of khaki shorts accompanied by a dark green sweatshirt and multicoloured socks, his scuffed three-year-old tennis shoes laying by your door. You found it endearing how Wooyoung still tried to come up with his own fashion trends, ending up looking like a stitched together version of brand-name and value-village. But he was being expressive in the form of seasonal apparel, and you were proud of him.

“Byeol?” He teased, gesturing to your mangy, blue-eyed siamese feline as she sat back and observed your get-together, scattering away once the attention was on her. Wooyoung sighed.

“Look, you chubby-cheeked wench, just answer and I’ll leave you to sleep in your little cocoon of grandma blankets.” You huffed at his insinuation, plonking your deft fingers against his cheek softly and gently.

You met Wooyoung in third grade, when sex didn’t determine friendship and the bounds of society were turned away by your blind infant eyes.

You’d been retrieving wild bluebells and dandelions, bunching them in your sweaty grasp as a sort of dedicated bouquet, explaining to the boisterous boy that you needed to leave it as a parting gift to a squirrel you saw that got run over (you called him Tootles). Looking back, it was innately bizarre how indifferent you were to the concept of death, but Wooyoung supposes that it was a sweet thought anyways. From then on, the two of you blundered together—but part of the reason Wooyoung stayed was also because of his obvious attraction to your lopsided pigtails and thrifted summer dresses. He remembers that you always had a food stain somewhere on your clothing.

Now looking at you, still messy and even more vulgar, he can’t help but think that he doesn’t regret any moments. You’ve gone through everything together; Wooyoung was present for your first period when the stomach pain and hunger cramps were immense, and you were there when his family suffered through a rough patch, assuring him that everything would be okay when in reality, the decision of divorce between his parents was settled a week later. Those were some of his most difficult moments, but he can look back at them fondly only because it brought him closer to you.

“Wench? What are you saying? I’m a god.” You offered in the most dramatized tone you could.

“Might wanna get your facts checked,”

“Might wanna get your mom checked,” You snorted, biting your lip while procuring finger guns just for the hell of it. Wooyoung sighed in mock disappointment, his frizzy purple-tinted fringe falling onto his forehead. You grinned and giggled, catching his attention cutely.

Your whiny puppy rolled his eyes before wailing a cacophony of displeased sounds, loudly filtering his discontentment with having a plain apartment. “(Y/N) you don’t understand the seriousness of my situation! Who wants to tell their grandchildren that their first—that’s right, first!—apartment was a boring cream colour?!” Fed up with his childish bumbling, you quickly smacked his forehead, chuckling quietly as he squeaked and softened his stiff posture. It was honestly so lovable how he got so passionate about the smallest, almost insignificant things.

“Listen, we’ll figure something out. I still think Sunflower Yellow should be an option though.” Wooyoung swatted at your covered tummy with an overzealous and enthusiastic expression, clearly excited with the concept of letting you help him. The soft scent of peppermint-chamomile flooded into your nostrils from his clothing, making you mentally note to ask him what detergent he decided to try. “You think wrong, settler! Now choose between these two colours or I’ll be obligated to steal half of your lifespan.” You laughed loudly at the unprecedented silliness of your best friend, shaking your head while sending a fleeting but absolutely enamoured stare in his direction.

“Honestly, at this point why am I letting you help me?” He hummed. You gurgled at his feigned distress, gasping and tackling him against the couch. You straddled his waist, pointing a manicured figure at his face while you fondly cursed at him. “As I recall, Mr. Jung; you arrived to my residence at exactly 12:01 PM with the excuse to hang out, only to badger me with your issues about... paint colours. You came to me.” Wooyoung sat enthralled by your change in attitude, bathing in the flawlessness of your execution regarding exposing him for his wrongdoings.

“Just boom, bam, pow: There’s that dude I’m in love with.” Wooyoung’s eyes widened considerably, a snarky smirk falling across his countenance as his cheeks devilishly flushed, looking similar to that of a ripened strawberry. Immediately you backtracked, wondering what you said that provoked this reaction, and realization struck across your face like a sharp slap.

Oh shit. Shit.

“I-Uh—you didn’t hear that.” You waved shy but frantic hands into his face, as if hypnotizing him into forgetting about your embarrassingly personal confession. But all he did was giggle and take ahold of your wrists, pulling your body forward so you were chest to chest with him.

A soft, addictingly brief kiss was placed against your creased forehead, the perfect lips of your best friend brushing against your heated skin. You swallowed thickly, placing your hands over his sweater-clad chest with confusion written all over your face. What in the hell kind of reaction was this—? Whatever it was, it was warm and delicate and felt right.

Then again, there’s nothing that ever feels wrong when it comes to Jung Wooyoung. Or maybe that’s just you.

“Y’know, you’re not very... secretive.” He settled, making perplexities skip through your mind like stones on water. Had he known? Was this the end of your life-long friendship? Questions ran through your mind endlessly, your heart rapidly beating and mind berating you for admitting your tini-tiny, small-as-a-planet crush. “I had my suspicions but you actually saying it was my sweet confirmation.”

“The fuck? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I-I—Hey! Don’t be angry at me!” He pouted, melting your heart into a pile of mushy and fragmented puddles. “What I was trying to say is, I love you too.” Immediately your face blanched and you dropped your head into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, appreciating the small dust of red that decorated his ears. You simply couldn’t face him in fear that this was all a simulation; a seemingly harmless gaffe constructed firstly to tease you, and knowing Wooyoung with his wildly oblivious tendencies and boyish lack of empathy, you had no doubt that it was something he would try.

And yet, you couldn’t even force yourself to be angry at him. Because while you speculated that he was joking, somewhere in your heart you knew that he was being honest—simply in denial with the prospect of your long-lasting crush actually returning your feelings. “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? Airhead? Loafer?” You snapped out of your reverie, staring at Wooyoung’s pinked face as his prying eyes drifted around your facial features, slowly tracing each detail.

“You love me too?” Shock ever-present, you searched in Wooyoung’s loving gaze for some kind of testimony, a confirmation, for some truth to be shed. And when all you could see were the glimmering, almost glowing sparkles in his large pupils, you felt the slightest bit reassured.

“Of course I do, bean!”

“As a friend though, right?” Wooyoung’s face screwed into an intense concentration, expression looking fragile and breakable. But in his wandering mind, he questioned how you could even consider that. He loved you as something more—with your tangled tresses and wrinkled clothes, even down to the fact that you couldn’t handle sugar but grimaced every time you drank your vanilla lattes, simply because they weren’t sweet enough.

It was the little things that he found himself so affectionately obsessed with. He remembers your bleached sundresses in elementary and how you couldn’t tie your shoes without help from a teacher. How you loathed wearing glasses because you thought they made you look nerdy, but complained because you just couldn’t see.

“Jesus Christ, Loser. No, I love you like... like a crush! Yeah, like a crush. Romantically.” He gushed, and if this wasn’t one of the most immature confessional moments in history, it sure was a cheesy one.

“Wait, really? You like-like me?” Good god. Your fingers trembled and lips twitched.

“Yes, how many times do I—” Wooyoung breathed out a shaky sigh as you leaned forward and smoothly took his lips with your own. He tasted minty and sweet, like petals and chocolate. His eyes fluttered closed as your lips meshed together, pushing against each other in a romantic twine of burning passion.

Suddenly, your hands were on either side of his head and one of his deft, spidering hands pressed onto the small of your back. The other hand trailed up to the back of your neck, twirling the loose strands of hair at your nape, his tongue breaching the space between your lips invasively—but then he tried to card his fingers through your hair; and you hissed and pulled away like a disenchanted cat, baring your teeth from the unprecedented pain.

“Shit! Sorry, baby.” Whereas your head flooded with spiking pains from small hairs being plucked, your heart was palpitating at the new but definitely embraced pet-name. “I told you that you should’ve washed your hair! But someone doesn’t like listening!” You tutted at the nagging, harrumphing before placing another complacent kiss against his lips.

“Oh shut up, Mr. I can’t choose between red and blue.” You never thought you’d get the chance to tease Wooyoung after directly smooching him; it was a fantasy and a reoccurring fever dream to feel his plush, pillowed lips against your own. Perhaps a perverse imaginative scenario, but it was a reality now. And reality suddenly didn’t seem so harsh; crowded in the warm arms of a starry-eyed shortie with calloused hands and a knack for gardening.

“You’re right, I can’t. But it’s okay, I prefer yellow anyways.”

Who knows what awaits you in life? Maybe the sky will drain of it’s blue and the roses will deplete of their red—but no matter the changes and disparities that occur over the years, there’s always one thing that you’re forever sure of:

“You’re my yellow, Jung Wooyoung.”

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aforrestofstuff · 5 years ago

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I’ve been looking at your posts for a while now and I love your Headcanons so much! I only made an acc today just to thank you for making these! Also I’ve also seen your A03 acc and read your fanfics there and I think you’re a great writer! I wrote a huge comment on one of your stories just rambling about how much I like your tumblr and works but I don’t think it sent cause I don’t have an A03 :( today I’m 15 and I was wondering if you’d make Headcanons for how you think S Class heroes would celebrate their birthdays (if that’s alright of course I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna) and also just a question, why don’t you do PPP headcanons at all? He’s an S Class Hero and I think he’s the only hero you skip out on. Other then that, keep making these headcanons cause they are great and inspire me for my own OPM crack storie book I created (Random One Punch Man Crack Fanfictions on Wattpad i only wrote one story there and only said it if you’re interested)

Thank you thank you thank you so much. I’ve already sent you a dm but I just wanted to say it again because I’m literally vibrating with happiness. Happy birthday <3.

Birthday Headcanons:

Terrible Tornado: Sticks a candle in a store-bought cupcake and calls it a day. She’ll go get her nails and hair done, buy herself a new dress, and just spend the entire time relaxing. Fubuki used to throw her parties when they were kids but she doesn’t really expect that from her anymore.

Silverfang: His disciples used to get together and throw him a surprise party every year. However, ever since the Garou Incident, Charanko will take it upon himself to fill the void somewhat and scrape together enough money to buy a cake (or the ingredients to make one) and a small gift. Silverfang can go both ways: he likes people but he can also be quiet and reflective. So, he has a great time regardless of whether or not he has a party and spends the day enjoying nature, meditating, and being thankful for living as long as he has.

Atomic Samurai: He’s not antisocial by any stretch of the word but he prefers to celebrate this day only with those closest to him. He and his disciples do something new every year and it’s always grounded and casual. Sometimes they’ll all go out to drink, sometimes Okama and Iaian will prepare a feast, sometimes they’ll have lighthearted competitions on who’s the best swordsmaster (with weird contests like who can balance their sheaths on their head the longest and who can catch the hilt of their blade after doing a backflip 3 consecutive times). Good times all around. However, if someone mentions Atomic Samurai’s age, he will sass them to oblivion.

Child Emperor: He doesn’t really plan to do anything out of the ordinary. It’s mostly just business as usual on his birthday. But after meeting Zombieman, however, he practically gets dragged out of the lab and into something special each year. Whether it’s a horror movie marathon, a late-night drive to catch a glittering view of the city, or just chilling and stuffing themselves on sweets, it makes Zombieman a little sad to see wasted youth knowing his life (and age) is as fucked up as it is so he tries to make the kid have at least a little fun the best he can. Child Emperor always has a great time and he now sees the importance of valuing youth and no longer shows shame in pausing his work and enjoying himself every once and a while.

Metal Knight: When he wakes up on his birthday, his alarm clock plays a little tune. That’s about it. He sees no real importance behind age or youth or seniority because as long as he’s at his height of intellect, nothing else matters. Gotta build them robots. It’s business as usual.

King: Holy shit. Shut the blinds. Lock the doors. Silence the phones. It’s game time, baby. Twenty-four hours of blue screen madness. He pigs out on chips, soda, buys himself a cake, and absolutely revels in solitude. He calls his mom each year and they talk for hours on end. She tells him how proud she is of him being a kickass hero and killing monsters and he dies a little inside each time but he loves her nonetheless and keeps up the facade for her sake. She sends him a card with a few coupons and a love-filled note about how much she adores him. He nearly cries each year upon receiving it.

Zombieman: He buys the best cigars he can find, cooks himself a massive T-bone, drinks an entire six-pack of beer, and reclines while watching crime movies. He wears sweatpants, polishes his weaponry, plays Mötley Crüe loud enough for his neighbors to yell at him for it, and just has a great time all by himself. He doesn’t really like parties or get-togethers and even sometimes has to take a break from Child Emperor. This is his day to recharge his social battery and sleep for seventeen hours. This is his day to get absolutely wasted on expensive alcohol and accidentally hotbox his own house. This is his day.

Drive Knight: Pretty much the same as Metal Knight. Whenever the clock strikes midnight on his birthday, a little tune plays in his processing unit and that’s about the end of it.

Pig God: Every restaurant in the damn country has a special on his birthday. He just goes around collecting free food, taking pictures with fans, and eats until he can’t eat anymore (which is a lot). The restaurants he visits have pictures of him eating their food on the walls; he’s become a bit of a indication that if he visits a somewhere to eat, the food’s gotta be bomb as hell. He doesn’t really do anything other than that. He doesn’t really strike up conversation or anything, he just eats in silent contentment and that’s enough for everyone to have a good time.

Superalloy Darkshine: He’s a fan favorite as well. Social media will be blowing up with birthday messages, he’ll be trending on whatever the OPM universe equivalent of Twitter is, and he’ll waste no time going out to meet his fans and spreading birthday happiness. He’ll eat cake, drink with strangers, share laughs and smile without stopping. People will give him little gifts and free food and he accepts it all graciously. Everyone’s invited. Good times all around.

Watchdog Man: This is one of the few days of the year in which he takes the day off from protecting City Q. He’ll just sleep a full twenty-four hours and resume his duty the next day like clockwork each year. Sometimes passerby will leave him little gifts on his podium like meats and dog treats but he doesn’t really take any of it since he’s really particular about what he eats.

Flashy Flash: On this day, he spends time reflecting on how much he’s improved since last year and adopts an extra-vigorous training regimen for the next twenty-four hours. One year, he climbed a mountain in sub-zero temperatures. Another, he ran across a saltwater lake without breaking the surface tension of the water. He spends it alone, occasionally has a drink, and that’s about it. Sometimes he’ll go out to have a nice dinner but that’s only on years he believes he’s deserved it.

Demon Cyborg: He doesn’t really care about his birthday. This makes Doctor Kuseno kind of sad because he believes that Genos is still a kid who deserves to enjoy his birthday like one. So, he does what he can to make the day somewhat special while also pertaining to what Genos could want. This is very hard because Genos never outright says he wishes for anything and that means Kuseno has to do a lot of guesswork. It varies year to year, but the best gift he’s ever given Genos was the sense of taste so the kid could eat birthday cake and enjoy it. Genos isn’t too fond of sweets, he much prefers fruits over cakes, but nevertheless, he was so happy to get one step closer to humanity that something malfunctioned in his head and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking for a whole week.

Metal Bat: Go hard or go home. This fuckin kid pulls an all-nighter with Zenko on the weekend of his birthday to stay inside, build a pillow fort, and play video games. They order pizza, do prank calls, play fighting games, and when the sun comes out they get a couple hours of sleep before riding out again at the height of a sugar high to go to the local carnival (he’s a summer baby) and spend a paycheck’s worth of cash. Once they come home, they collapse in Bad’s bed together, curl up, and fall asleep to some movies.

Tanktop Master: He and the Tanktop Gang have an all-out birthday bash. Everyone and their grandma is invited. There’s food, alcohol, and sports playing on the television in the host’s house (each of them take turns every year). The first few hours of partying, everyone’s having lighthearted fun and watching sports and drinking lightly (Tanktoppers drink responsibly). After that, everyone kind of calms down and they all gather around in the living room and sit on the floor together and just talk about what a great year it is to be alive. They catch up, share stories, eat snacks, and wish Tanktop Master the happiest of birthdays. He absolutely adores spending time with his friends and gives a toast to everyone and their hard work. After that, he goes home and calls his mom before going to bed.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: He and his boyfriend share a slice of birthday cake from the prison cafeteria with a single candle stuck into it. His boyfriend gives him crochet and knitting lessons, they and the other prisoners dance to some music, and the guards give him a pat on the back along with some birthday wishes. That’s about it. There’s only so much he can do in prison, but he makes it work with what he has and has the time of his life nevertheless. Angel Hugs all around.

And to answer your question about PPP, I straight up just forgot he existed akshshshs. I’ll be brainstorming some stuff about him soon. Love you lots 💞💞💞💕

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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If money was no object, would you change your wardrobe? I would add to my wardrobe more than change

How do you/did you get to school? walk, then by bus

Have you ever been in trouble for something you honestly didn’t do? yep

Is the idea of having a secret admirer creepy or romantic? creepy

What was the last song you sung out loud? https://youtu.be/wycjnCCgUes

Were you excited to learn to drive, or scared? worried that I’ll waste my money

When was the last time you felt incredibly tired? today

In your opinion, who doesn’t deserve to be famous? many people

Was it hard for you to get up this morning? not really

When was the last time you colored with crayons or colored pencils? few months ago

Do you feel comfortable talking about your disorders, if you have them? depends

Where did you go on your last field trip? not sure which was last

Do you think you make a good first impression? no

Do other people’s first impressions stick with you? might

Have you ever had to give up on someone? sure

Would you rather break up with someone, or them break up with you? them break up with me (not my decision) but usually it’s the other way around

Do you think it’s okay to like a cover more than an original? umm...

Are you calm in emergency situations? depends

Who are you most attached to? my dad

What do you depend on other people for? money mostly :(

What goes through your mind when someone breaks up with you? depends

Do you match your shoes with your outfit? sometimes, it’s not that I have enough shoes to do that lol

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? female

What was the last thing you bragged about? not sure what was last

What’s the ugliest thing on your wall? umm...

Who’s your favorite philosopher? Schopenhauer because of all the memes

Do you think Freud was out of his mind? well I prefer Jung

Einstein? he was cool

Who’s your favorite painter/artist? I like many

What day is it? Friday

Are you wearing anything blue? nah

Do you know anyone named Graham? just bread :P

Are you sitting next to anyone? not currently

Do you dislike the last person you Facebook messaged? nope

Who’s the quietest of all your friends? K. always was

Are you home alone right now? If so, where are the people you live with? my mom’s home, my dad is at work

Are you a chocoholic? noooo

Is there a song that reminds you of the person you love/like? Do you listen to that song often? one of them is t.a.t.u. - All the things she said

Do you listen to music while you fill out surveys? sometimes

In the past week, what song have you listened to the most often? not sure

While playing video games, do you prefer being first or second player? second

How many people do you depend on? not many

How many people do you think depend on you? they could live without me

What is the worst color combination? brown and black?

Have you ever injured yourself walking around in the dark? yeah

What’s so scary about clowns, anyway? nothing to me and it’s annoying that they’re part of so many horrors

When was the last time you acted like someone you’re not? sigh...

How many hats do you own/wear? shitload

Do you ever receive comments on your weight? ppl are jealous of my weight so basically my illness :(

Is there anything that you do just to make other people happy? of course

What was the last thing that you wrote down [with a pen/pencil]? not sure what was last

Has anyone told you that you have a nice smile? my gf only

Are you uncomfortable with being photographed? yup

Do you like playing tic-tac-toe? I always win What about hangman? I played it couple of times Are you dangerously in love with someone? woah

Are you cute or sexy? cute Is English your 1st language? it’s not Did you ever perform in front of your entire school? elementary - more than once Did your older sibling ever tell you freaky stories that you believed? one time she told me that school was flooded and there were fish and frogs and then I said that to my mom and she called me a liar and got mad even tho I explained to her it was my sister’s idea :( Are you single and proud? you can be single and proud as well as be happy in a relationship too, I am in one now Are you more happy when you’re with people or alone? 90% of time alone What do you think about guys shaving their legs? that’s their life Do you wear lipstick? nah Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced. I don’t wanna talk about it

What music album would be used for a movie about your life? soundtrack to my life would have to be a mix of songs from different bands/vocalists

Who was your first crush and what made them special? she was just adorable with her clumsiness and her perfect body and that face and voice and she was just a pretty cool friend to me and I wanted to take care of her so badly, she was the very first girl I ever had a crush on irl if not in general but she was hetero and she changed a lot (not in a good way in my opinion) Write about your first kiss. Was it everything you wished or hoped it would be? I... I never imagined my first kiss before it happened?...

Write about something you now know that you wish you knew earlier in life. How could this knowledge have helped you? blergh

Name one thing you feel brings out the good in people. there’s no such thing, it’s all about the person If you invented a device that could fix one problem you are facing right now, would you use it? What problem would you like to solve? absolutely, my health issues Name something you found; what was it and where did you find it? I’ve found shitload of stuff but one thing was the most odd and that’s a taxidermy ferret shawl someone left on a bus stop - at first we thought with dad it must be alive but we came closer and realized someone lost their piece of cloth and we took it Describe the longest amount of time you have ever been away from home. almost a month, I was in hospital Name a celebrity or famous person you wish would take you out on a date. - Have you ever seen a ghost? it seems, it was not just white but a little bluish, no legs and weird face - shaped like in a clay, mostly transparent, slightly glowing, it was in open doors of my room, I woke up with a weird feeling that someone’s watching me and I got really scared so I hidden under a blanket and didn’t look there again until morning, I was trying to convince myself it’s just a shirt that was hanged in the hall but mom said there wasn’t anything like that there at night, now I wish I could see that again hoping I would try to do something more brave about it, I kinda worry I was rude towards them whoever it was

*btw my grandma said that after death some chemicals leave the body and fly like a fog through the cemetery if casket and grave aren’t blocking it too much Describe your note-taking style and habits. everywhere and usually not in line, can be even upside down, just random, different size, clue words etc. Do you believe that we are all here for a reason? What might the reason be? suffering to deserve heaven? Have you ever done something just to feel the danger, or to feel alive? I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real What are all your thoughts on god? overthinking... What did you learn today? for example - that explaining things to people make me realize more than just thinking about something What 5 traits do people first notice when they meet you for the first time? ask them Have you ever carved your name or initials into a tree or stone? poor tree :( In what ways have you traveled? car, bus, train, bike, even a little bit by ship What historical events happened the year you were born? nothing interesting

Do you watch really old tv shows or movies from the 1970’s or earlier? sure

What would you do if you saw a complete stranger dealing drugs in public? nothing If you don’t have to be up by a certain time, do you like to sleep in as late as possible? no longer than 11 am What are you wearing at the moment? Is it for any particular reason? pajama because it’s past midnight and I should be asleep but I have to finally finish this survey then dry my hair and drink some water first Are either one of your parents retired? my mom is and my dad will be soon Do you buy a lot of DVD’s, or do you tend to just watch everything online for free? watch online, I have no money for buying movies that I’ll watch less than 3 times Does everyone in your household own their own computer? nope

Are you a good gift giver? I try my best and been told that I am despite not being rich

Do you know what XOXO stands for? hugs and kisses

What’s the first person who comes to your mind when you hear the word blue? me

Have you seen any of the Harry Potter movies? first ones

Do you like your significate others siblings? I don’t know her brother

Have you ever recieved a singing birthday card? omg I loved those and I wish I got one :(

Do you remember who your kindergarten/pre-school teacher was? I liked her so much I’ve been sending her cards on holidays years after

Were you ever a girl scout or a boy scout? never

Do you own anything made of lace? hmm...

How many people do you share a name with? I don’t know anyone with my name

Imagine your dream home, does it have a fence around it? if it’s not an apartment then of course it does, highest possible and thick as I don’t want to see or be seen by my neighbors

Do you own any yellow shoes? yep

Can you type fast? very

In school were you bullied? I was

Are you sarcastic? yeah

Do you read the newspaper? nah

If you died today where do you think you’d go? hell :(

Have you ever been to therapy? few times, didn’t help

Do you use online dating? did

Did you miss alot of school? I was sick often

What was the last thing you got falsely accused of? not sure what was last

What was the last thing you ordered online? shirt, I’m waiting for the package now

Have you ever been kicked out of a store? no :o

Do you feel like you accomplished anything today? hmm...

What is/was your favorite teen magazine? trzynastka or however this shit was called

Would other people describe you as creative? I guess

What color are your slippers? grey and white

Are you haunted by memories of stupid things you’ve said and done? constantly

Did you like high school or college better? didn’t go to college

Who was your favorite Olsen twin? I didn’t have a favorite

Do you ever listen to Celtic music? used to, with John

Do you know a lot of rich and spoiled and selfish people? had classmates like this and neighbors too

Do you enjoy mornings? rarely, not really

Have you ever feared going to jail or thought about what it would be like? thought

Did you know that the zodiac signs (the regular ones) are Greek? ok

Have you ever learned about Greek mythology in school? didn’t like it

Do you stay up late? as you can see

what do you hear right now? nothing

what is one thing in your life you feel truly guilty for? personal

have you ever been slapped in the face? I’ve been slapped without any reason, I was bullied

how about punched? hit with a ball only and my head was hit with a bottle too once

have you ever come up with a memorable quote yourself? I’ve been quoted

what do you think about masturbation? personal

What color did you first ever dye your hair?: either red or black

What’s the color of the bath towel you use most often?: green

Ever eaten a piece of dog or cat food out of curiosity?: ewww, nooo

Can you name one song by Prince?: Purple rain for example

Would you rather paint or make pottery?: paint

Are you currently taking this survey before or after 9pm?: after, I started over 5 hours ago...

Is the sun shining bright outside right now?: it’s the middle of the night!

Would you rather watch a horror movie or a romantic comedy?: romantic comedy ^^”

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revengeofthebluepen · 5 years ago

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Painted On With Laughter 22/23/24/25

Ch 22 Eight Letters

“(Name)!” yelled out the raven haired boy as (Name) closed her eyes. The tears were threatening to spill, she fought to stay strong.

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(Name) sat there under the tree her eyes closed, she took a shaky breath before opening them once more. Of all the people who would chase after her it was Dick. Of course she didn’t come alone. Tim had figured out that (Name) need her space once and awhile and this was one of those times, Dick and Barbara on the other hand hadn’t figured it out. (Name) climbed her way into the tree to escape them. Dick saw her and went after her as Barbara stayed on the ground. Barbara was fuming mad, (Name) thought it could be that she had told her secret to Dick.

“Vă rog (Name) [Please (Name),”

“Numai daca trimiti drumul,[Only if you send her away]” (Name) spoke quickly in Dick’s native tongue.

“Babara could you give us a moment please,” pleaded Dick with big blue eyes. Barbara still didn’t move. (Name) took a branch from the tree and broke it off as Dick continued to plead with Barbara. (Name) took the branch and broke it into small pieces and started to chuck them at Barbara, who started to yell at (Name).

“Quit being such a child (Name)!”

“Then give me some space!”

“Anything you have to say, you can say in front of me,” she shouted back

“Dick,”

“Hhm?”

“She’s sleeping with Bruce. She’s trying to be my mother,” Dick only heard the 1st part before jumping down to Barbara, both of them argued and (Name) sat in her tree listening. After an hour it seemed Barbara left in tears. (Name) felt like a horrible person for smiling for the action, but Barbara broke her down and now she could get her revenge. Dick looked broken but that didn’t stop (Name) from smiling, he had done the same to her and she wanted him to hurt, just for a little while. (Name) climbed down from her spot on the tree and took her seat from before. Dick took a seat across from her. He buried his face in hands, he was ready to cry. He had hoped to come back to (Name) they way she was and Barbara being friends. That everything was sorted out. As they years passed with him gone kept him updated, always positive things. Dick would have a lot to catch up on, and lots to talk to with Bruce.

“(Name), în cazul în care este Bruce, [where is Bruce?]”

“Calatorie de afaceri, timp de o săptămână, a plecat la zi. [Business trip, for a week he left today.]”

“Oh,”

The two sat in silence for a while til, Dick spoke up.

“Hey Grandma, Grandpa. I’m back,....god I feel stupid. How do you just sit and talk to the dead (Name)?” Dick questioned the (h/c).

“When you know someone so well, you know what their responses is. It's like being in a wave, you just get swept away.”

“Who’s the one next to you?” Dick asked motioning to Jason’s grave.

“Jason Todd, father took him after you abandoned us.”

“I didn’t abandoned you, I just wanted to give you and Barbara some space to fix things,” Dick said standing up. (Name) cleaned up her things and Dick helped her.

“I don’t think leaving without a trace counts as giving me space. Barbara bullied me to death literally and you just wanted us to patch it up?”

Dick stayed quiet making (Name) roll her eyes.

“Dick you’re a f****ing idiot. You abandoned us because you could handle the stress of it all. You ran from any responsibilities you had, any love you had and your friends. You left because you didn’t know how to fix things. You are disgusting human being there is no reason to ever do something like this. You a very craven man,” (Name) said as she placed her bag on her back and grabbed her guitar.

“You’re right I was scared and didn’t know what to do but what choice did I have?”

“Anything! You had so many other options, you could of talked to Bruce or me once I woke up, but instead you ran. Like a dog with your tail in between you legs. You could have done so many other things, Dick.” The two walked down the path together.

“I have eight letters on why I didn’t think of why I had no other option (Name).‘

“I have eight letters to respond to it,”

“(Name), I love you.”

“Bullsh!t.”

(Name) and Dick walked the rest of the path in silence. Dick finally understood there was no chance of (Name) and him going back to the way there were. The (Name) he knew was gone, but he still loved the beautiful woman before him. Even if she hated his guts.

“I’m sorry Tim,” (Name) said as she moved the chair and entered her room. She was met with Tim going through her things again. All of her circus things and the box that she had forbid. Tim quickly placed the items in the boxes they came from and (Name) rolled her eyes.

“Ce am de gând să fac cu tine?” (Name) said as she walked over to the boy on the floor.

“What did you say?” Tim asked as (Name) pulled him into a hug.

“What am I going to do with you?” (Name) said as she let go of Tim.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I know curiosity killed the cat,” Tim said as he motioned to the totes.

“Ah but enlightenment brought him back, Tim. Never limit your wonder for the world and people in it.”

(Name) and Tim went through her tote of things. There were photos, jackets, playing cards, teddy bears, and other things. Alfred brought the two their dinners in their room, while they went through things. Barbara and Dick sat down stairs in the dining room quietly eating their food. Every time Dick and Barbara were left alone the atmosphere became tense. Tim and (Name) lived their lives like normal as the days passed by. Upon the day of Bruce’s return Dick was nowhere to be seen. No one talked about Dick’s appearance and acted like life was normal. Tim and (Name) would work on their trapeze skills now that Dick was gone. Barbara and Bruce would do whatever they did before, even though (Name) caught them a few time talking about breaking up. Barbara unexpectedly brought it up.

On night while the three were on patrol, (Name) made her way down to the Batcave with Alfred. Bruce had seen off the day of his business trip and (Name) wanted to know a little more of where he went. It bugged (Name) to not know what he was keeping from her. She quickly hacked into the computer and looked through his plane log. He went to an Arabic speaking peninsula of China. They name was in Arabic and so (Name) was unable to read it. (Name) quickly wrote down it's coordinates before closing out of her things on the batcomputer. She cleared her activity and shut the computer of. Making her way upstairs she bid Alfred good night. (Name) would spend the next months trying to figure out just what was Bruce was doing. She would also try to learn the Arabic language. (Name) wasn’t the only one doing some snooping. Nightwing had watched Bruce and Tim as they went through their patrol.

“Nightwing what are you doing here?” questioned Batman ash Nightwing jumped onto the roof top.

“Just following a pattern of obsessive behaviors installed in me at a young age.”

They finished their patrols and head home. Greeted with Alfred who acted along with the others that Dick was there earlier.

With the dawn of a new day, there was pounding on (Name)’s door. She dragged herself out of bed. She had extreme bed head and could barely function. She opened her door and looked up to see, Dick and Bruce. Dick smiled and Bruce stood back nervously smiled. He had the I-lied-that-you-were-fine-and-so-please-act-so face. (Name)’s eyes locked with Dicks. He had caused her so much pain but when she looked at those baby blues she couldn’t hate him. She punched him square in the face before walking down the hall and kicking opening Tim’s door. She dragged Tim away from his computer where he was researching God knows what. Dick nursed his bleeding nose, as (Name) dragged Tim down the hall.

“Tim, meet the asshole who screwed me up for life. Mistake of my life, meet my little brother Tim,” (Name) said as she walked back into her room and slammed the door shut. She quickly changed and open the door, where the three males were talking.

“Let’s go bro we got work to do,”(Name) motioned for Tim to follow.

The group walked down to the gym where a table was set for Bruce and Dick tp eat and watch. (Name) and Tim climbed the ladders as the two older males took their seats. (Name) and Tim performed their routine over and over until (Name) was happy with it and then moved onto the next one.

“She’s still got it,” Dick said as he was memorized by her movements.

“I’m surprised all you got was a punch in the face, Dick.”

“She already made my life hell, I stopped by earlier this week.”

“I figured, there was a note in Romanian in my office.”

Dick wasn’t the one to write it but (Name) only wrote like that when it was for Dick. The day would continue to pass as (Name) would still beat up on Dick. One night he apologized for everything and (Name) stood there in silence for a moment before saying:

“You’re and idiot. I forgave you a long time ago, but I will never forget the hell you put me through.”

Dick and (Name) would never be romantically involved like they were but familiar strangers was good enough for Dick. He would have to baby step his way for them to be friends ok but he was fine that. If it was to make (Name) happy he would do so. He would take the smallest chance he could in order for them to be just friends. They years passed and (Name) kept tabs on her brother as the Phantom. She made sure he was safe as he became the Red Robin. She was proud to see him turn out alright. (Name) learned more about Bruce’s trip as she discovered who her mother was. She wanted to ask Bruce to let her go the next visit he went on but she held her tongue. She was dieing to meet her mother. One night during family dinner, the atmosphere wasn’t hostile so as everyone else left once finished she spoke:

“Father, would you mind telling me about my mother.”

“Would you like to meet her?”

“More than anything,”

Bruce called a family meeting explaining he and (Name) would be taking a trip out of the country for business. He explained how there was a diplomat who had another young daughter so they would be why he was taking (Name). They a week later. Tim hugged (Name) good bye before her and Bruce got in the car. Bruce would do anything for his baby girl, even if it meant they would travel halfway around the world.

Ch 23 Home Is Where The Books Are.

Nyssa and Talia sat in the main living room of the place as they watched Damian, Talia’s son, work on his martial arts. A guard whispered something to the Talia and she nodded. The grand doors opened and (Name) and Bruce walked in.

“Bruce it's nice to see you again,” said Talia as she walked her way up to Bruce. She dismissed the training and Damian to the other room. Nyssa sat there quietly but walked in, her eyes never leaving (Name).

“This is my daughter, (Name),” Bruce said as she introduced (Name) to Talia.

“Our daughter, Bruce, our,” said Nyssa. (Name) smiled as Nyssa walked up to her. Her mother pulled her daughter into a tight hug. Nyssa placed a hand on her cheek.

“You’ve become so beautiful, (Name). I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. My condolences for the Graysons, they were close friends of mine,” Nyssa said as she looked at (Name) fondly.

“I would like it if you would live here with me for awhile (Name),” Talia said as she placed a hand on her shoulder.

“That is if Bruce allows it and you wish to,” Nyssa chimed in.

“It's’ up to (Name), if you wish to stay for a while.”

“I would like to, but I need to talk it over with my brother.”

“Of course, my child. You can go home anytime if you wish so, if you decide to stay.”

(Name), Bruce, Talia and Nyssa all were lead to a grand dining hall to sit and eat. At dinner (Name) met Ra’s Al Ghul, which was her biological grandfather. He wasn’t to pleased with Bruce being there but was pleased to see a new possible heir bringer there, to continue his bloodline. (Name) met another boy there named Damian. He was her cousin, sort of. His mother was Talia who was sister of Nyssa. Bruce was both of their father, though Damian had no clue they shared a father. It was obvious why Ra’s Al Ghul wasn’t pleasent about Bruce being there. (Name) would spend the next couple of days debating if she would stay there for a few months or if she would go home. Damian was very cold to (Name) and her outside ways and there were no other children about. Talia and Nyssa both offered to educate (Name) in their way of life along with their cultures of the region they lived in. Two nights before (Name) was to leave she called Tim.

“Hi (Name), how's it going so far?”

“Amazing Tim. The food, the language, the culture all of it is amazing. I met my mother.”

“That’s amazing is she what you hoped she was like?”

“Everything and more, that's why I’m calling,”

Tim became silent on the other side.

“She’s offer me to stay for a month or two maybe longer, but I could come back anytime I wish, would you be fine with that?”

“Do you really want to drop everything to be with a woman you barely know?”

“I want a chance to have the mother I didn’t have, but”

“But what?”

“If you don’t want me to stay that long and far away from you, I will comeback tomorrow. I am asking if you are ok with all of this.”

“One condition, you have to call me at least once a day.”

“Wouldn't dream not doing so,”‘ (Name) said with a small chuckle.

Little did know there was a certain raven haired boy with gleaming ice blue eyes that match his father's. (Name) woke the next morning (Name) woke up in her room. The bed was a large circle with a thin curtain that draped over it. She had plenty of pillows and blankets. She moved the curtain out of way and was met with the same ice blue eyes that watched her. He wore a white shirt and matching pants. He looked like a karate kid but didn’t have the belt.

“صباح الخير [Good morning], Damian.”

“Mother sent me to get you,” with that said Damian left for (Name) to change. She wore a light (f/c) long flowing dress with a gold collar. With every step (Name) took she looked as if she was floating, she looked like an angel. It changed from (f/c) to white at the bottom of the long dress. She had long sleeves with slits along the length of it. She wore plenty of gold and jewels on her, requested of her from her mother. (Name) opened her chamber doors and was met with Damian sitting on the floor in front of the door.

“يحتاج الأطفال غاضب إلى أن مدغدغ [Grumpy children need to be tickled]” (Name) said as she bent down to Damian’s level. He narrowed his eyes as (Name) leaned forwards. She tackled him and tickled him. Damian fought to be free but gave up upon his first laugh. (Name) tickled Damian till she became tired. He had a huge smile spread across his face as both he and (Name) laughed in the hallway. Talia had come to see what was taking them so long and watched secretly. She hadn’t seen her child smile for a long time. (Name) and Damian came to breakfast and afterwards bid Bruce adieu. (Name) spent the rest of her day like her last several. After breakfast she would train with Talia and the other guards, then they would break for lunch. Following lunch, (Name) would learn about the language and culture, taught by her own mother. During these lessons (Name) and her mother would chat about their lives. They would become close over a short period of time. (Name)’s lessons would end at dinner and after that (Name) would be free to do whatever she pleased. (Name) would often call Tim and chat for an hour or so. Once finished (Name) would often wind up in the library or exploring the castle. On a particular night while (Name) was sitting in the library, Damian knocked on the door. The guards let him in and he walked over to (Name), who was sitting in a pile of pillows.

“[Hello]مرحبا, Damian,” (Name) said as she closed her book.

“مرحبا, (Name). What are you reading?”

“I just stared it, it's called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I’ve already read it over a million times though.”

“Then why keep reading it over and over,” Damian questioned as he took a seat across from (Name).

“Because this book is magical, it hold great value to life.”

“Would you read it to me, once you’re done?”

“I can start over, I just read the 1st page.”

“شكرا لك أخت كبيرة [Thank you, big sister.]”

“فإنه ليس من شقيق مشكلة صغيرة [It's no problem little brother],” (Name) replied. Damian was shocked (Name) spoke the language fluently but he was appreciative that she had respected him as one of the immediately family, even if he didn’t think they were directionally related.

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.” (Name) started as she watched Damian's eyes fill with wonder with every word that she spoke.

(Name) and Damian would spend their evenings together and grow closer together. The days would turn into weeks and finally into months. As the days passed Damian found he felt like a child, as one should at that age, when he was with (Name). She was his saving grace from the stress and pressure of becoming Ra’s Al Ghul successor. (Name) was clueless to how she had saved Damian from his inner demons and he was thankful for her unrealized help. He could sleep through the nights without nightmares and face the stress of the new coming day.

At night when (Name) talked on the phone to Tim, Damian was jealous, never that he’d admit it. He didn’t know why but he felt like Tim was stealing her away. He would sit outside of (Name)’s room and listen to their conversation, or at least (Name)’s side, and wait till she was done to knock on her door to ask her to see him off to his bed. (Name) knew Damein was there, on the other side of her door, and figured he might become jealous but she wasn’t sure until a few night before she left to go home.

“Relax Tim I will be home tomorrow. Yes I know. No I will not bring back any foreign disease.”

There was a knocking on her door, (Name) suspected it to be Damian.

“Hold on Tim. أدخل [Come in]!” (Name) said and her suspicions were right. It was Damian. He didn’t look pleased with (Name).

“ شيئا؟ مرحبا أخي الصغير. هل تحتاج [Hello little brother. Do you need something?]”

Damian said nothing but sat next to his big sister on her bed. (Name) pulled Damian into a hug while he glared at the phone.

“هل ترغب في التحدث إلى أخي الآخر؟ [Would you like to talk to my other brother?]” (Name) asked with gentle eyes looking at Damian. He nodded and (Name) spoke into the phone:

“Hey Timmy my Damian, my little brother, wants to talk to you. ”

(Name) handed the phone over to Damian.

“She’s my sister, stay away from her or die,” He threatened through the phone. (Name) tried to quickly snatch the phone back but Damian was quick to hang it backup.

(Name) quickly ushered Damian out of her room without a word said. Damian was quite shocked at the action, and looked up at (Name) as she shoved him out of her room. (Name) eyes were filled with worry and disappointment and Damian knew he caused this. It was the first time he felt remorse for his actions. He had never disappointed anyone like this.

(Name) locked the door behind Damian and quickly called back Tim. She repeatedly apologized for Damian actions. Tim was calm about the whole ordeal but secretly felt as if Damian was going to steal (Name) away from him. Hw would be all alone once more.

The next morning Damian didn’t greet (Name). She woke up and changed back into a pair of comfy sweatpants and a graphic t-shirt. She brushed her (h/c) and pulled it into a ponytail. (Name) quickly made her way through the palace to the landing strip for the plane and waited for Bruce. (Name) sat on the landingstrip and watched as the snow fall around her. Damian walked by and noticed his sister out in the freezing cold. He walked to a tea room that overlooked the landing strip, whereTalia and Nyssa both sat on giant pillows.

“Mother, what is (Name) doing out there?”

“She’s waiting for her father,” Nyssa answered.

“Why isn’t in here waiting in the warmth?”

“Why don’t you ask her,” Talia said as she sipped more of her tea.

“Mother, may I bring her one of your cloaks to keep her warm.”

“Of course,”

He ordered one of the nearby guards to get him his mother's winter clock. The guard returned and handed it to Damian. He ran excitedly towards his cousin, thinking he could work an apology about last night. As he walked into the snow a plane touched down and (Name) stood to greet the passenger. Bruce came in the plane and when he got out two more got out behind him. Tim came running up and tackled (Name) into a hug, as Talia and Nyssa came out to greet the others. Damian threw the cloak down in a fit in anger before trying to storm back in. Talia stopped him as the males approached. Tim helped (Name) out of the snow and she brushed herself off. They all walked into the tea room. (Name) was given a blanket and sat by the fire. Tim and her shared a blanket and pillow together and warmed themselves.

“Damian,” Talia said as he went to leave once more.

“Yes, mother.”

“I would like you to meet your father.”

Damian and Bruce stiffly talked as the others chatted. (Name) explained the whole situation to Tim and Dick. She introduced them to Talia and Nyssa. (Name) and Nyssa showed Dick and Tim around the palace, to give the family some space. (Name) showed Tim and Dick the enormous three story library filled with books from all around the world, her room, and the raining area along with other rooms. As they entered the training room Dick was being Dick again.

“I bet I could win if we fought, (Name).”

“Bringing it on,” (Name) said motioning for him to come to the middle of the room.

“If you get thrown out of the circle you lose,” (Name) said getting in the stance.

Dick went to punch first and (Name) dodged and hit him in the back. Over and over Dick went to punch (Name) but she had sharpened her cat like reflexes during her stay and easily avoid his punches. Dick didn’t lay a finger on her but was getting the crap beat out of hip. She cut him with her sharp fingernails, and kicked out his knees in the back, making him fall. Dick was slowly inching his way to the edge of the circle but (Name) would make sure he wouldn’t take a step out of it. During one of (Name)’s punches, Dick caught her arm and pinned her onto the floor.

“Got you now (Name),” Dick said as he went to throw her out of the circle.

(Name) was quick to act and slithered her away out of his pin. She wrapped her legs around his arm and dislocated it from it's socket. Dick let out a scream of pain. Dick quickly fought to stand and (Name) dislocated his other arm. She kicked his knees and he fell. He tried to kick her and she punched his repeatedly. Dick was battered, bleeding and soon to have plenty of bruises. (Name) kicked Dick out of the circle and took it as a win. During the fight, Nyssa summoned a medic, who now attend to Dick.

“God, (Name) what did I ever do to you?” Dick questioned while cringing in pain.

(Name) gave a are-you-f**ing-kidding-me-look to Dick as he remembered his grave errors.

“I don’t know Grayson, you did an amazing job shattering my heart and ruining my life.”

Though Tim didn’t know all of the details, he could tell there was more than the typical running someone life, by the way (Name)’s voice hinted at more than met the eyes. It was going to be a long plane ride.

Ch 24. Once Upon A Memory

“You have no right to!” shouted (Name) as she slammed the door shut. Tim raised an eyebrow as (Name) locked the door. Tim said nothing as (Name) stretched a little bit as the pounding an the door aroused.

“Open the door, (Name)!” shouted Dick from the other side.

(Name) continued with her stretched before walking over to the door and placing a chair in front of it, to in vain prevent Dick from getting in. Tim said nothing and walked over to (Name) who pulled him into a hug. They parted and made their way over to the trapeze, both climbing up on opposite sides. They started in silence and performed flips through the air. (Name) didn’t want Dick to watch her with those baby blues. She still loved Dick, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Ever since returning from her mother’s home, practicing with Tim felt different. Tim had different little quirks than Dick. Tim would always take a breath and close his eyes before leaping out into the air while Dick used to lock eyes with (Name). Dick would let go of his right hand ever since his parents death rather than his left while Tim was quick to let his left arm down first. Tim liked to let his feet be limp while Dick always pointed his feet. These little quirks made all the difference to (Name). Tim wasn’t Dick. Tim would never be Dick. No matter how many similarities there were just as many differences of the two and it brought a smile to (Name). Tim had all the comfort of the past and yet was all to unique to make it totally different for her.

Their practice soon concluded and Tim left to go finish his homework. (Name) sat on the chair and sipped her water. She unlocked the door and when she went to leave she nearly tripped over Dick. He had been sitting in front of the door the whole time waiting with her. She noticed Tim sitting next to him. Dick was showing Tim a picture of some sort. (Name) leaned over Dick’s shoulder and saw it was of (Name) in a tute when she was 3 sitting on her tiger, Tulip.

“Why do you still have that in your wallet?” (Name) said pinching the nose of her bridge.

“Like you don’t have mine in your wallet,” Dick said with a laugh.

(Name) had long forgotten the photo and took her wallet from her pants pocket. In there was a picture of Dick in his costume with his parents. (Name) smiled putting the photo back.

“Don’t give me that look, Dick.”

“You kept it thought,” he said in a sing song voice.

“Because I keep my promises unlike you.”

Dick looked hurt, like (Name) had stuck a cord. Tim looked awkward because of this.

“Don’t you have homework Tim?” (Name) asked like she was his mother, giving him a warning. Tim quickly left to go do his homework while (Name) walked through the manor with Dick on her tail the whole time.

“Please (Name) let me try and fix this,” Dick pleaded.

“If I let you try, you must leave me alone when I say so. Deal?”

“Deal!”

Dick convinced to do the trapeze once more. Again (Name) changed into the right clothes. She climbed up the tower and took her spot opposite of Dick. (Name) looked across at Dick. She could hear Mary’s voice say: “When you look out look only at him. Let go when you feel like you could fly straight forward and he’ll catch you.”

(Name) could feel a small pressure on her back, like when Mary would push her off. She felt like it was all a dream and she would wake up. It was a good dream and she didn’t want to wake up and feel all alone once more. Dick locked eyes with her, and their eyes never strayed from each other. Her (e/c) into his baby blues. It was nostalgic feeling as the air rushed past her while she flew through room. Her hands loosened as she swung forwards, and she felt as if she was in a trance as her eyes closed for only a second. She felt like she had wings, as she flew through the air. With her eyes still clothes she could feel the world freeze before the wind changed direction. (Name) felt like the catch would never come, it was her first time all over again. This time she wasn’t scared, she knew what Dick would do. With a tug on her wrist she knew he had caught her. (Name) slowly opened her eyes as she felt the change in direction. Without hesitation (Name) locked her eyes, this time, with Dick’s own. Neither of them let go as the swing swung less and less and eventually came to a stop in the middle of the air. It was like this was one big memory, for everything was like before, but this time without the fear.

“Don’t you dare,” said just like before.

The weightless sensation overtook her body. Without any thought (Name) moved to as she was laying down in the air. The whole time her eyes never broke from Dick and neither of them blinking. (Name) could tell this wasn’t a dream or a memory for this time before she collided with the net. (Name) closed her eyes, breaking the contact with Dick.

The room was silent for there was nothing to be said. Dick knew there was no chance, (Name) was gone for good. She had never closed her eyes at the end like that before. Dick figured it was (Name)’s way of saying it's all over. Done with pain. Done with trying to fix it. Done with his love. Done.

A sickly laughter filled the room and Dick looked down at (Name). (Name) laughed a twisted sickly laughter, that shrieked with pain. She fought to get out of the net but was caught. Her laughter grew louder and louder as she fought harder and harder. Dick wasted no time jumping down to (Name). He scooped (Name) in his arms, even though she was fighting against him. (Name)’s laughter only faltered when she would quickly catch her breath. Dick was quick to run with (Name) in his arms to the private indoor pool. (Name) fought more as Dick moved through the room. He carefully walked into the pool, careful to keep (Name)’s head above the water. Dick was up a little past his chest when, (Name) started to calm a little. He held her as she floated on the water. She was completely submerged except for her neck up. Dick took exaggerated breaths and (Name) caught on. She tried in vain to mimic his breaths but fail.

“Please don’t hate me,” Dick said slowly.

Dick submerged (Name) in the water only for a brief moment before quickly pulling her out of the water. She gasped for air. She treaded water as Dick pulled her into a hug. She could feel his chest move, allowing her to mimic his breathing. (Name) looked up at Dick. Dick looked down at her, he looked her. Dick moved his hands from her back to her waist and (Name) placed her hands around his neck. Dick locked eyes with (Name). He leaned in and his forehead touched her’s.

“(Name)?” Dick said. (Name) leaned in still locking eyes.

“Yes?”

“I...I lo..”

“Please don’t,” (Name) said still not moving away from Dick.

“I love you, (Name).”

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?” yelled Bruce.

Dick looked up at Bruce in shock. (Name) looked calmly at her father, she saw this coming a mile away. Bruce was an over protected batdaddy and that would never change.

“Took you long enough,” (Name) said as she shoved Dick under the water before swimming over to where Alfred now stood with towels.

Ch 25. Just Another Bridge to Cross

After the incident with Dick, (Name) wasn’t seen for a few days. Tim began to worry more than anyone else. It would ended up be a week when (Name) would crawl out of her room to do laundry. (Name) was washing her clothes when Tim spotted her. He was carrying a basket for Alfred, who being the butler he was knew (Name) was there. Tim ran up to (Name) after dropping his basket to hug the girl. She hugged him and placed a kiss on top of his head. Alfred left the room to give the two a moment. They stood in silence for the longest time till the steady running footsteps approached. Dick flung open the door and joined in the group hug. It took (Name) three seconds to literally kick Dick away from the two.

“I take it you’re still mad?” Dick said getting up from his spot on the floor.

(Name) quickly flipped him off. Dick rubbed his neck sheepishly before leaving.

“(Name) are you going to be ok?” asked Tim.

“In the end yes. Do you know why?”

Tim shook his.

“Because I have my family, including you.”

The moment wasn’t romantic, it was like a mother and son moment. It was spoiled by the sounds of screams above. (Name) was quick to rush to the seen with Tim on her tail. (Name) watched as Barbara stood on a chair along with Dick. They were pointing and screaming at the large rat on the floor as it scurried around the room in fear of them. (Name) was calm as she neared the rodents. She was quick to pick it up with a towel that she had forgotten to drop in the laundry room. (Name) was quick to place it outside and watched as Dick climbed down from his spot from the chair with Barbara.

“Seriously, the son of the legendary Flying Graysons, who used to hang out with a dangerous animals and swings to a death wish, is scared of a rat?” (Name) muttered to herself as she took the laundry basket from Alfred. (Name) was quick to go back to her room and put her clothes away but this time she didn’t lock her door, let alone close it. Tim was the first to notice this. He entered (Name)’s room and it was like nothing had changed, for her room looked the same as before. He found (Name) sitting on her bed with her guitar. She was staring at the picture from her wallet, of her and her old family. That wasn’t the only picture she had laid out. Tim walked closer and saw a few. There were several of Dick and (Name).

“Who’s that?” Tim asked pointing to a picture with Dick next to a girl in a hospital gown.

“Me, after...after things got bad,” (Name) said looking at the picture. It had a picture of Dick sitting next to an unconscious (Name) with bandages that littered her body.

“When was this one taken?” Tim asked pointing of one with Jason and (Name).

Jason was wearing his leather jacket and was twirling (Name) in a dress.

“At the benefit ball a few years back.”

“Is that Dick in the photo?”

“No it Jason, a good friend of mine,” (Name) said handing Tim the photo.

“See his eyes are green as the garden in the back, Dicks are a sky blue and your’s are a smoky blue.”

“Will you tell me of this one?” Tim asked taking a seat next to (Name) on the bed.

The two sat and talked about the photos. There was at least one each year, ever since (Name) was dropped off at the circus. She had even photos of when she lived with Mr. Haly, most of them her at the park alone. The sun set in the sky and Tim grew tired. He fell asleep on the comfy bed next to (Name) who was putting the photos back in the shoe box. She was careful to not wake Tim as she picked him up and placed him in his own bed.

“Știam eu că le-a păstrat, [I knew you kept them]” came Dick’s voice as (Name) exited Tim’s room.

“Am nevoie de someway la tine minte, doar în cazul în care l-am tot uitat din nou. [I need someway to remember, just in case I forgot it all again.]” (Name) said walking down the hall.

“încă te iubesc[I still love you]” Dick said following her.

“Stiu [I know],” (Name) said going down the staircase and out the door, where she walked along the cobble stone path.

“Dar? [But?]” Dick asked trying to grab (Name)’s hand.

“Nu te pot iubi după ce ați făcut[I can't love you after what you have done].”

“Nu poți să mă ierți și să uiți totul?[Can't you forgive me and forget it all?]”

“Eu te pot ierta, dar nu voi uita niciodată ce ai făcut.[I can forgive you but I will never forget what you have done.]”

Dick said nothing as they arrived at the tree. They both said noting but took a seat at the base of the tree and (Name) looked at the tomb stones. It was well past midnight when Dick carried (Name) back to the manner. She had fallen asleep and Dick couldn’t bring himself to wake her. Besides he could leave easier if she was asleep. He placed her in her own bed before changing into his nightwing suit.

While Dick, Tim and Bruce patrolled the city of Gotham, (Name) was fast asleep. Dick found the most ruthless short assassin who tried his best to kill Dick. Eventually as the fight raged on and Dick was badly injured but had the young assassin tied up. He pulled out his phone and called Bruce. Bruce and Tim were quick to arrive and soon the four drove back to the manner. Dick was bleeding pretty bad as he changed back into his normal clothes before walking back to the kitchen where Damian was also being patched up. An argument started between Dick and Damian, which woke (Name). She slowly made her way down to the kitchen with gun in hand. She slowly opened the door and saw Tim sitting on the counter eating a cookie, Dick holding a rag to his shoulder, Alfred stitching Damian, who was getting stitches and Bruce was nowhere to be seen. All of the boys were in their normal clothes except for Damian who was dressed as a ninja. (Name) slowly entered the room as all eyes turned to her, except for Alfred who had heard her.

“Tim if you’re not hurt go to bed. Dick cât de rău sunt sângerezi? [Dick how badly are you bleeding?] ماذا تفعلين هنا أخي الصغير؟ [What are you doing here little brother?]” (Name) said giving Tim a hug, before walking over to Alfred’s med kit on the counter.

Dick moved the towel and (Name) could see it would need stitches. She was quick to grab the things she needed before moving over to where the brandy was and the torches. Dick sat on the bar stool as (Name) walked over to her. She said nothing as she poured the brandy onto his wounds, though a small smile appeared on her face. She heated a tip of the needle before dipping it in the brady. She slowly stitched Dick together.

“ماذا تفعلين هنا أخي الصغير؟ [What are you doing here little brother?]” (Name) said once more.

“Mother sent me,” Damian said slowly in english.

(Name) gave a small hmm in agreement before focusing back on her work. Alfred finished taking care of Damian before looking at (Name)’s needle work. Her stitches were better than his own and where ever she learned it taught her very well.

“I’m not even going to ask what happened but what ever happened don’t let it wake me again,” (Name) said as she placed the final stitch. She picked up Damian before giving Alfred a hug good night. She left with Damian in her arms and Dick on her tail. The whole time Damian gave Dick death glares as Dick spoke to (Name) in his native tongue. They parted their ways and (Name) put Damian down in her room. She went in her closet and eventually returned with a box of clothes. She pulled one out that was Damian size, which happened to have a cute green frog on it, along with matching green shorts. She showed him to the bathroom and he changed while she pulled out a large feather pillow that was the size of a bed. She added several blankets and pillows to it. It looked like the type form his home. Damian returned and climbed into the bed (Name) had made, before (Name) crawled into her own. She turned off the dim light and the two fell fast asleep.

There was a boyish scream and (Name) woke in a split second, with her gun pointing straight at the source of the sound. She turned on the nightlight and saw it was Damian. He was having a nightmare. She quickly walked over to him. It looked as if he was fighting an invisible enemy. She was careful to pull him into her arms. She rocked slowly while sitting on the floor with his.

“استيقظ. إنه مجرد حلم.[Wake up. It's just a dream,]” (Name) repeated in a calm voice.

Damian eventually woke with quiet a start. He looked up and saw the soft expression in (Name)’s eyes and relaxed. There was nothing said as (Name) let go of Damian and turned off the nightlight. She could see him look hurt when she waked over to her bed. She grabbed her grabbed her pillow, a sheet, several books and a flashlight before returning to the bed. Sh draped the sheet over them and made a small tent. She sat up the light in the floor and pulled Damian close. She opened a book from the stack and started to read:

“A baby cried out as a woman with long hair sat the baby outside of a large red and white striped tent. A rustling of the fabric alerted the woman that someone was trying to get to the baby. The woman kissed her baby girl’s head one last time before fleeing into the…..”

Tim was carrying a coffee and walked into (Name)’s room. He went to wake her from her spot on the bed but she wasn't there. He found her covered in blankets curled up with Damian and a book. Tim took the camera from (Name)’s nightstand and quickly took a picture before slowly waking her up. (Name) looked up and saw Tim, who handed her a coffee. She gratefully took the coffee and sipped it as she moved to stand up she. She tucked Damian back in bed before making her way down stairs.

Bruce, Dick and Alfred all stood in the livingroom and to (Name)’s surprised Talia was there. Talia walked slowly over to (Name), with her eyes looking like she had been crying for a while. (Name)’s back went rigid and chills ran down her back. (Name) could feel there was something wrong, like when Jason was killed. (Name) didn’t know what it was exactly but tears started to roll down her eyes. There was nothing said and yet (Name) knew what was wrong the second Talia pulled her into a hug.

“No, please, no,” was all (Name) could mutter as she bawled her eyes out into Talia’s shoulder.

Tim and Bruce stood awkwardly in the room as they waited for the two to part. Damian quietly entered the room with Dick on his tail. (Name)’s legs gave out and Talia and her sat on the floor crying. Dick went to walk over and comfort (Name) but one glare from Talia made him shrink back into his place. Tim wasn’t told why or who, but he didn’t need to be told. Tim could tell it wasn’t his place to do anything and so he left taking Dick and Damian, much to their protest, with him.

“She went peacefully,” said Talia once (Name) had calmed down.

“When is her funeral?”

“Tomorrow, at my home. I would like it if you could leave with me as soon as possible.”

“Let me pack my things,” (Name) said standing back up.

(Name) packed her things with the men watching her every time she walked into the same room as them. (Name) didn’t say anything but gave Tim and Damian a hug before leaving. (Name) got into the car with Talia before loading into a plane.

The four men feared they would only be able to watch as (Name) fell to pieces before their eyes

#painted on with laughter #batfamily #BatFam #dick grayson x reader

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throwmyheartawayagain · 5 years ago

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I Wan’na Be Like You

This is my entry for @this-kitten-is-smitten ‘s 200 Drabble Challenge. Clearly, I don’t know the meaning of “drabble” since this exceed 2k words. Oh well. I hope you like this Kate!

Any and all mistakes are mine. My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission- that’s just fucking rude. Thanks!

Title: I Wan’na Be Like You

Characters: MCU Sebastian Stan, Cora(OFC), Oliver/Ollie (OMC)

Pairing: MCU Sebastian Stan/Cora

Prompt: I Wan’na Be Like You from Disney's The Jungle Book

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 2,077

“Ghostbusters, whadya want?”

“Are you always going to answer your phone like that?”

“Yes, I am, Mr. Stan,” she laughed. “Especially when you are calling.”

“What am I going to do with you, lubirea mea?” Sebastian chuckled.

“Dunno, you’re the one that married me.”

“I see, well, I only asked you to marry me. You agreed to it.”

Cora laughed. “Is that how it is?”

“That’s how it is.” There was a beat of silence until Sebastian whispered, “Oh, fuck. Not again.”

“What’s going on?” Cora asked. She knew Sebastian was back in New York City, having arrived earlier that morning, but he had a meeting with his manager, and an interview for a magazine after that.

“Hold on.”

She could hear some excited chatter from Sebastian’s end of the call. “Sweetheart?”

“Look, I’m not Bucky Barnes or the Winter Soldier, so there’s no need to call the police.”

“See, I told you he doesn’t have a real metal arm. It’s all a marketing ploy for the Avengers!” someone exclaimed.

Cora giggled at her husband’s current misfortune. Ever since 2014 when the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarriers crashed into the Potomac River and Bucky Barnes escaped the clutches of H.Y.D.R.A., Sebastian has been mistaken for the former Winter Soldier on a weekly basis. The first couple of times it happened, the police were called and Sebastian was taken to Avengers Tower in Manhattan. Each time after the first, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson greeted Sebastian with huge smiles and big laughs as soon as he was brought in through the lobby doors.

After the nth time in one week, Steve finally had Stark create a special identification card for Sebastian that verified he was actually Sebastian Stan, the actor, and not James Buchanan Barnes.

Four years later, he was still being mistaken as Bucky Barnes. During that time, Sebastian and Cora struck up an odd friendship with Steve, Sam and eventually the real Bucky Barnes, even inviting all three to their wedding.

“Sorry about that, baby,” Sebastian apologized, then grumbled, “that is never going to stop.”

“It’s alright. How’d the interview go this morning?” Cora asked.

“Interview went well, I was asked about you, Ollie, and Nacho.”

Cora’s giggle was music to Sebastian’s ears. “Nacho, is that really what you’re calling our unborn child?” she continued to giggle.

“Well, that’s better than ‘It;’ or ‘The Unborn,’” he reasoned. “Besides, what else would you call the baby?”

“Devil Spawn.”

“Cora, no.”

“Cora, yes! If you had this thing growing inside you and using your internal organs as their very own personal punching and kicking bags, then you would call them ‘Devil Spawn,’ too.”

“I guess you got me there,” he laughed. “Have you heard from my mom about Ollie?”

“Nothing since the picture she sent of him by the board with the arm span of the primates. I’m sure they’re having lunch at the zoo right now.”

Sebastian sighed, “I know I shouldn’t be worried and it’s not like she’s going to lose him anywhere, but sometimes I can’t help thinking that some crazy person would do something to Ollie or my mom. There’s even a chance someone obsessed with Barnes could do something, too. You three, soon to be four, are my entire world.”

“Nothing has happened so far to us, sweetheart,” Cora started. “I know how much you worry and how much you do to keep us safe.”

“I love you, too.”

“Oh, shit,” she moaned, then mumbled, “Devil Spawn.”

“Are you okay, baby?” Sebastian asked full of worry.

After a few grunts and groans, Cora stood up. “Yeah, just got a big kick to the bladder and now I have to pee. Any idea if you’ll be home tonight?”

“Bietul meu bebeluș. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Seb, I swear to god if you ask me that again, I will steal Bucky’s arm and shove it so far up your ass.”

A hearty laugh was heard, and followed by, “I don’t think Bucky would let you have his arm, even as fond of you he is,” Sebastian laughed. “I guess I should let you go so you can pee. I’m hoping to be back home early this evening.”

“Okay, I will see you then. I love you,” Cora said.

“I’ll send a text when I’m on my way home. I love you too,” he said before disconnecting the call.

Just as Cora was finishing in the bathroom, Georgetta had let Ollie and herself into the apartment. “Hello? Anyone home?”

“Mama!” Ollie called out.

“Be right there!” Cora answered while drying her hands.

A couple of hours later, Cora was curled up on the couch reading a book when she heard the tell tale pitter patter of Ollie’s feet coming down the hallway after his nap. “Mama?”

“Hey, Bubby, did you have a good nap?” she asked her three-year-old while placing a bookmark in her book before closing it to set on the side table.

“Yeah,” Ollie responded as he climbed on the couch and curled into her side.

“Did you have fun at the zoo with Grandma?”

Ollie nodded his head before his eyes lit up and he excitedly talked about seeing the primates. “Mama! King Louie was there!”

“Oh yeah? Who else did you see?”

“Bears, no Baloo. I saw Simba, and Khan, and owls, and penwins, and famingos,” Ollie beamed at her.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to see Baloo, I’m sure he’s still in the jungle with Bagheera and Colonel Hathi,” Cora smiled as she brushed Ollie’s unruly hair out of his eyes. “Do you know what tonight is?”

Ollie shook his little head and said, “No.”

“Daddy comes home!” Cora leaned over and scooped her little boy into her arms and tickled his sides as he squealed and giggled in delight. Of all the sounds that Ollie made, she wished she could bottle his laugh to keep forever.

“Yay! Daddy!”

After Cora stopped tickling Ollie, she held him close with her arms under him to support his bum that was perched against her pregnant belly. He rested his head on her clavicle and pressed his face into her skin. “I miss daddy,” Ollie said as he wrapped his little arms around Cora as best as he could.

“I know, Bubby, I miss him too. But you know what? You have been so good for me while he’s gone and I’m so proud of you! I know daddy’s proud of you too.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. “He’s coming home and you’ll be able to tell him about your day when you see him. You can tell him what you and Grandma saw at the zoo.”

“Okay,” he mumbled into her skin.

“How about we get a snack and you can pick out a movie to watch until dinner?”

Ollie nodded his head, rolled off of Cora, fell off the couch onto the floor and jumped up like nothing was wrong. Instead he was giggling. “You are my silly little monkey.” Cora shook her head as she scooted forward to the edge of the couch cushion to get up.

“Not a monkey, mama, I’m a rang-o-tang, like King Louie!” he huffed.

“Oh, I am so sorry, your highness, King Louie!” Cora bowed with a laugh. “What kind of snack would the VIP of the Jungle like?”

“Cheese and crackers!”

After eating their snack, Cora and Ollie were back on the couch watching Ollie’s favorite movie. Baloo and Mowgli just finished singing about the Bare Necessities and were floating down the river. Cora’s phone dinged, alerting her of a text and when she looked who it was, she smiled and responded right away.

Once the monkeys appeared and kidnapped Mowgli, Ollie scooted away from Cora as he got wiggly, knowing what was coming up.

“Hey, Mowgli, how about you flickin’ that ol’ mean fly off your papa bear’s nose?” Baloo said in the movie. The monkey sitting on the sloth bear’s tummy whacks him on the nose with a stick. “OUCH!”

Ollie burst out in the brightest giggles and Cora loved every minute of it. While Mowgli was being carried away by the monkeys, then Baloo talking to Bagheera, Cora heard the door open to the apartment and shut quietly.

Sebastian was home.

Sebastian was finally home after weeks away filming, and instead of kissing his wife hello first, he set his stuff down and crawled from the kitchen to hide behind the sofa. Cora looked over and saw him creeping into the family room and raised an eyebrow at her ridiculous husband. He smiled wide as he put his finger up to his lips telling her to be quiet. She shook her head as she looked over at Ollie.

The little boy was enthralled in the movie, even after watching it about a bazillion times. Sebastian and Cora damn near have that movie memorized line for line, but they would always sit down and watch it if that’s what Ollie wanted. That little turkey had his parents wrapped around his finger, whether he knew it or not.

In the movie, Louie had just finished squeezing two bananas out of their peels and right into Mowgli’s mouth, and was making a deal with the man cub. “Well, then,” Louie started before he jumped off his throne and scrambled to Mowgli’s left. “I’ll lay it on the line for you. A-baba-beep-boop Boop-ee-doop.”

As Louie slapped the floor of the ancient ruins, Sebastian placed his hands on the back of the couch while getting himself ready. Jumping up from his position behind the couch, Sebastian sang along with Louie in the movie.

“Now I’m the king of the swingers, oh, the jungle VIP, I’ve reached the top and had to stop, and that’s what’s botherin’ me!”

As soon as Sebastian made himself known, Ollie turned around and laughed at his dad. “Daddy!” he squealed.

Sebastian kept singing with a huge smile on his handsome face. He was dancing his way around the couch to be in front of his little family. “I wanna be a man, Man Cub, and stroll right into town, and be just like the other men, I’m tired of monkeyin’ around.”

He held his hand out to Ollie, who launched himself right into his dad’s arms. Sebastian danced around with Ollie, spinning around and dipping his giggling son while Louie started the next part. Soon Sebastian joined in when there were words again in the song.

“I wanna be like you-hoo-hoo, I wanna walk like you, talk like you too-oo-o! You’ll see it’s true, shoo-be-dee-doo, an ape like me-e-e, can learn to be human too-oo-oo!”

Sebastian set Ollie down on the floor as Cora stood up from the couch. All three pranced around the couch making trumpet noises until the monkey started whistling in the movie. Sebastian scooped Ollie, who has not stopped squealing and giggling from all the excitement since Sebastian popped up from behind the couch, up in his arms and pulled Cora close so all three were dancing together as the music played on.

Now it was Cora’s turn to quote lines from the movie as it played on. “Gee, Cousin Louie, you’re doin’ real good.”

“Now here’s your part of the deal, cuz,” Sebastian quoted along. “Lay the secret on me of man’s red fire.”

“But I don’t know how to make fire,” Cora said with Mowgli.

Sebastian winked as he held onto Ollie as he stepped away from his wife. “Now, don’t try to kid me, Man Cub, I made a deal with you. What I desire is man’s red fire to make my dream come true.” Sebastian had a good hold on Ollie as he swung him around and held him upside down, as Louie was doing to Mowgli in the movie and Ollie lost it. The little boy was laughing so hard, it was that true deep from the belly laugh.

Righting his son, Sebastian set him on the couch and continued to sing with Louie. “Now gimme the secret, Man Cub, come on, clue me what to do. Give me the power of man’s red flower, so I can be like you.”

Sebastian sat on the couch and Ollie scrambled into his father’s lap facing him.

“Daddy,” the little boy said as he grabbed Sebastian’s face with his little pudgy hands. “Daddy, someday I wanna be just like you.”

#this-kitten-is-smitten-challenge #mcu sebastian stan #mcu seb stan fanfiction #steve rogers #sam wilson #fanfiction #the jungle book #baloo #mowgli #bagheera #king louie #sebastian stan

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jq37 · 5 years ago

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May we have a recap, please? :)

**spoilers for panic at the art show and home for the holidays**

OK people. I actually don’t have a ton of commentary on these two so I’m gonna try and keep it (relatively) short and sweet [Edit from Future Me: Failed Step 1].

Also, iirc, this is the week Dropout starts streaming new Fantasy High eps on Wednesdays which is very dope and I am very excited for. I probably won’t do full on recaps like I do for normal eps because, lbr, I don’t strictly have the time to be recapping these eps at all and it’s pure stubbornness that keeps me from making wiser time management decisions. But, rest assured, if I have an Opinion, you will hear it whether you want to or not.

Anyway, on with the show.

Last recap, I mentioned that this ep was giving me Aelwen house party vibes and now it reminds me of that ep in another way: Everyone rolled like TRASH almost the entire ep. It was so frustrating! They barely got any hits in until like halfway through the ep.

(Aw man, I just realized I’m gonna have to remember which spelling of Aelwen is correct again now that FH is coming back.)

I love how Murph is immediately like, “I need to make sure my wife doesn’t die during this fight avenging her fictional husband.”

Isabella also has Aelwen’s trick of poofing around the battlefield which is annoying as hell (ha) for the group.

Siobhan hilariously casts fear on Priya just to be spiteful. I thought she was doing it to help the evac process but no. It was a purely spiteful action. Bless.

When Kug turns into an ape he, of course, turns into *the* NY ape, King Kong.

“I roll a nat 20 on an epic shit.”

When Brennan was describing Kingston’s spectral New Yorker Guardians I was already thinking about that one part of Spiderman 2 (the OG Toby Mac version) and then he straight up said, “You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us,” and I lost it.

“Deny the stairs the pleasure of my feet.” Emily is a poet.

I want to know what makes a pigeon spicy more than anything.

The fact that Brennan killed Ox AGAIN and then immediately looked into the camera and let the audience know the dog was fine because he clearly Oracle stared into the future between eps and saw the entire internet sharpening their pitchforks was so funny.

About midway through the ep, Pete tries and fails to send Isabella back to hell and Isabella starts monologing about her plans and connection with Robert Moses (she stole the list from Santa and is/was gonna marry Moses apparently). I wonder if Brennan was like, “These players are for sure gonna murder her without getting any useful info out of her unless she goes full Bond Villain right now.”

And, proving my point, Emily immediately does 56 points of damage, royally f-ing Isabella up.

This is a really civilian heavy fight which feels weird in a way the FH fights never did. Like, these aren’t even civilians who live in an adventuring town in a fantasy world. These are just normal ass civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Pete fails a wild magic roll after failing to teleport into the building and then gets a choice of getting really strong (which prob would have let him bust down the door) or to teleport in (which is what he does and exactly what he wanted). Very clutch when the dice rolls play into the story like that.

Kingston lightning bolts Isabella’s hair off which is just malicious but also totally called for.

On her next turn, Sophie gets hurt on purpose to get low enough to activate her ring, lets her hair burn for long enough to shorten it to a cute bob, insults Isabella, then knocks her tf out.

I love that Emily took one of her teeth (a seemingly crazy move) and when called out by Lou was like, “It’s a link to Robert Moses” (a completely reasonable answer). That’s the Axford one-two punch.

I didn’t mention it before but, Willie the golem is here, first immobile but then brought back by Misty. Post fight, he says he was somehow brought here by one of the evil factions of the city and says they’ll talk about it later. Also, Misty makes out with him (DON’T KINKSHAME HER).

With a high insight roll, Kingston is able to deduce that the group was ambushed (though not by Priya) and that their victory was a really important one for the fate of the city.

(Sidenote: The amount that Pete is Over Priya in this ep is so funny.)

Back at Wally’s (which is where Kug is now staying) Wally has gotten Kug a dog bed to sleep in and fancy charcuterie cheese because he and Ricky are the only pure-hearted people in NYC.

At the same time, Pete and Kingston have a very sweet heart to heart and then settle down at Kingston’s place to chill and listen to jazz. Idk how else we expected this to resolve, considering this is a Brennan Lee Mulligan DM’d show where the sacred pillars are Teamwork, Friendship, Communication, and Making up an NPC on the Fly Because One of Your PC’s Decided to do an Insane Thing.

Next up is the Christmas ep and Brennan, Emily, and Zac are in sweaters for the occasion.

Well,actually it’s the 21st and Emily immediately clocks that that’s the solstice.

Are cookies the good carb?/Absolutely not. But have fun with your life. (I love Ricky’s soft jock energy.)

“I run deliveries,” Pete says to Kingston’s parents, not technically lying but also not being completely truthful. Misty would be proud.

Going over to Misty, it seems pretty clear at this point (and it’s confirmed in the promo for next ep) that Misty’s fairy business is some kind of de-aging/reincarnation for herself. I wonder how many of these she’s done so far. She said she’s been around for, what? 200, 300 years? Assuming she’s been doing then reincarnations at about 65-70 years old and she reincarnates to around 25? Maybe 6 times? Idk. Just spitballing.

Saucer of milk to keep the faeries from stealing her (non-existing) children. Faerie lore is wild y'all.

Did you take another level of warlock?/Yeah bitch.

The fact that since Sophie has joined a monastery, she’s only taken Warlock levels and no Monk levels is very funny from a story perspective. It’s like, she finally comes to this sacred place to be trained to her full potential and she’s just spending what should be her sparring time playing with her cat in exchange for spells. Wild.

Emily’s cat-like, self-satisfied grin when Brennan is like, “So you just jerry-rigged yourself clairvoyance powers, huh?” is so good.

And she did it on the fly because Emily Axford is winning D&D. There are no points but she’s winning.

So, uh, Emily does, two things, very in character right after the other:

Thing number one: She send her unseen servant to spy on her family. Her dad seems hardline, “F, Dale. Whatever. Family first. She needs to get over it.” On the other side of the spectrum is her mom who is very upset about the whole affair with her siblings falling in the middle.

The second thing she does, very casually I might add, is have her unseen servant BURN DOWN HER HOUSE SO SHE CAN COMMIT INSURANCE FRAUD.

EMILY

Everyone loses their minds and rightfully so. What a wild-ass swing that no one could have seen coming. I love it.

“I look in my backpack which is now my home[…]"

I almost forgot that Ricky was a fire fighter who would not abide that nonsense until Brennan decided to cut to him.

Ricky just dolphin swims across the Hudson in 2.5 mins to go put out the fire that Sophie set. Amazing.

Ally mocking Emily/Sophie: Truthfully, I don’t know what happened.

"I love John McClane, because he loves his wife.” WALLY

Wally: Oh we’re gonna tell a lie on Christmas.

“This is what winning looks like.”

I would really like to know what trace stuff what on the drugs Pete got from 7 but Ally rolled too low to figure it out.

“I disassociate fully."

Well it took him a long ass time but glad to have Pete on the selling drugs to kids is bad train. Choo-choo, dude.

7 saying you can hack in real life in reference to his AK-47 has the same energy as Hardison using the word hack in literally any semi-weird episode of Leverage.

SOCIAL MEDIA IS VOLUNTARY PANOPTICON

So Kug goes with Wally to David’s house disguised as a dog and, despite that, blurts out that he’s his dad immediately. Well, he tries to. The Umbral Arcana stops him, unfortunately.

"I lick my son’s face.” KUUUUG.

Sophie showing up with a raw goose and hellish rebuking it is so metal and it’s a shame no one got to appreciate it.

Me when Sophie’s Mom changes into black top in solidarity for Sophie’s mourning: F EVERY OTHER NON-SOPHIE BICICLETA. I RESPECT YOU.

Kingston is hustling very hard to get his man Pete a job which is a very Kingston move. That’s how guys like that show affection.

Didn’t mention it before but Kingston’s parents and Mom specifically adopting Pete is very cute.

Sidenote: Idk what 7 was talking about Pete trying to stay low profile. He wears a cowboy hat (now a ZEBRA STRIPED one, courtesy of Kingston). I think the subtlety train has sailed my guy.

Esther shows up at the firehouse, carrying presents for her mom and grandma and looking for Ricky. The says that she’s kinda dealing with something and it feels good to be around him (beat) magically speaking. Sure. I’m gonna keep my Hercules soundtrack on hand just in case anyway.

I think Ricky is the only person who, with no pretense, could give his crush a sexy calendar featuring him.

Anyway, turns out Esther’s mom and grandma are the furies of Tompkins Square and she’s fated to join them or something.

Esther causally: I defy you, I defy the prophecy.

The fury thing would explain why Esther’s mom would have cursed Kug. They are famously magical punishers.

Ricky is a magically certified Good Boy but we been knew.

Zac’s restraint to respect Esther’s personal boundaries in lieu of getting a lore drop to stay true to Ricky’s character is amazing. Mad props.

So we slide over to Misty’s Christmas party which Stephen Sondhein is attending and him having a character card kinda killed me.

There’s a post on tumblr somewhere about playing faerie incapability for impoliteness against a vampires need to be invited in and that’s what I thought about when Moses and his vamp friends showed up at Misty’s house.

Robert tries to talk Misty into striking a deal with him for protection from Titania. She’s very much not having it.

“You know Robert, I love a comedy and I love a farce. I’d like to remind you of who it is that started this and it’s not me and it’s not my friends but I can assure you Robert Moses that we will be the ones to end it if you do not. Do you understand me?” Damn. That’s a mic drop from Misty.

[As I’m editing this, I’m realizing I somehow lost a BIG chunk of text. I’m not gonna write it all up again but the Cliffnotes are as follows:

Between the Solstice and Christmas, the gang goes Grand Central Station to see the clockwork gnomes that live there because trouble is apparently afoot. Some size changing nonsense happens and Pete shoots a dog (with mini bullets, the dog is fine). Lou is enchanted even though Kingston is not (a common theme with him). Ally and Emily are on the same nonsense wavelength (as usual).

There are dope magical dragon trains under Grand Central Station that go to the shadow realm which is a place I’d like to know about. Kingston has never seen these trains before even though you’d really think he would have.

Murph says Gnome Rights which is wild if you know what Naddpod is like.

Anyway, the high priestess of the gnomes passed out the other day and they figure out it was due to pixie magic which is suspicious. They also know they pixies have access to a “time stone” which leads me to believe that it’s Brennan and not Aguefort who thinks that Chronomancy is the most powerful magic of all.

Sophie and Jackson go to Dale’s grave on Christmas. Jackson explains that the Order of the Concrete Fist is basically a literal school of hard knocks. A counterbalance to all the reach for the stars dreaminess that comes with NYC.

Dale was their chosen one who was supposed to stop the monastery from falling when some unspecified badness crossed over to this side, but when he went to the place where he was supposed to get guidance, there was no one there (clearly tying in to what Dale said to Sophie last time they talked. I wonder what she needs to get to the top of? Empire State maybe?).

Watching Murph watching Emily, his real life spouse, play at grief for her fictional husband and do some truly insane things is so funny because you can clearly see him thinking, “I am married to this woman,” which, in fairness, is probably the main thing he’s thinking when he’s playing D&D with Emily.

I’m probably missing something but that’s all I remember. Back to post-Christmas!]

So it’s opening night at Misty’s show and, somehow, Ricky’s first show ever.

I love that Don Confetti is there because of Siobhan’s offhanded comment for a handful of eps ago about him being a supporter of the arts.

Anyway, everything is going great until the second act when Titania busts in through the mirror which is *not* is storage as Misty requested but on stage. It’s a theater fight, y'all! And not the West Side Story kind although if that doesn’t come up I will be very surprised.

“Let’s kill Titania!” –Misty in the promo

Just going straight to 11, huh Misty?

See y'all then!

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jpat82 · 6 years ago

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Letters To You

Bucky x Reader

Dearest Grandma,

I hope this card finds its way to you, I'm sorry I won't be able to come home this holiday, work has been keeping me busy. I did take the time to buy a tree like you insisted upon, even though I'll barely be home to see it. The city looks amazing, it's all decorated, I know you would love it.

This year is going to be the hardest I know, I miss you like crazy. Maybe that's why I keep myself busy so I can forget. I promise this spring I'll come out and see you, I love you and I always will.

Your little bird.

It was Dec 1st and the the third card Bucky had received and it was the first one he had opened. The address was his and he had moved in just shy of two months ago. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to open the red envelope this time. He usually sent them back with return to sender scrawled across the top but the woman sent them still to his address.

With heavy sigh he sat down at his desk and grabbed a blank sheet of paper.

Dear... to whom it may...

I just wanted to let you know that the person you keep mailing letters to no longer lives at this address. I've sent the others back and maybe they haven't reached you, maybe they got lost on their way. I wish you well.

James.

He sealed the letter in the envelope and sent it off in the mail and thought nothing of it. He went about his day, Steve had been trying to get him out and enjoy the winter season.

He couldn't, the cold brought back memories of Siberia and everything that went with it. The holidays reminded him that his family wasn't alive in this era, and even though he had friends he couldn't just shake his past like Steve could. Sam has attempted to reach out to him, trying to get him to join the va group but he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to go. Days went by and as they did his mood continued to become dampened, he started to spend more time inside. He kept himself busy, cleaning weapons or working out, reading history books, anything to keep his mind busy.

That was till two days later he got an envelope that was baby blue in color. This time his name written with his address and from the same address as the red envelope. He tossed it to the side and went about the rest of the day, it wasn't till late that night as he was laying on the couch did he remember the letter.

Dear James,

I'm sorry to have bothered you, no I never got the returned letters. To be honest I was wondering when they would start to return. The house you are living was occupied by my grandmother, she passed this fall and I didn't know what else to do to keep her alive with me. So I continued to write with intent on stopping when with letters came back, then I would know that the house had been sold.

This is the first year of me being by myself, and a part of me hoped that the house wouldn't sell till after the holidays so I could at least pretend that she was still here with me. I don't know why I'm dumping all of this on you, and I'm sorry for that. I wish you a good holiday and a bright new year, I wish you enough.

Y/n

Bucky reread the letter three times, his heart breaking for the stranger who took the time to write it. He reached over and grabbed the notebook he had kept for years, ripping a blank page from it before grabbing a pen from the coffee table. He paused for a moment, debating on whether he should respond or not. He took a deep breath and sat up a bit.

Y/n,

I'm sorry to hear of your grandmas passing, it's hard to loose family and the holiday time is the hardest... I know, I'm right there with you. Wish I could say it gets easier but you'll miss them every time. If you wish to continue to write to her through the season go ahead, I promise not to pry.

I hope you find peace, and have a good holiday season as well.

James

The next morning he sent the letter off and went for a run with Sam, who had been bugging him for the last couple of days. He knew he couldn't keep avoiding people, even if it was only for a couple a weeks.

And just like the last one it took only two days for her to respond. This time a green card came in addressed to the former occupant and a silver one addressed to him. Bucky found a small smile spreading across his face as he walked over and sat down on the couch, tossing the green one on the coffee table before opening the silver envelope.

James,

Thank you! You have no idea how much it means it me. I know that next year I will miss her just as much but this year is particularly hard. My grandma was everything to me, she was my mom, my best friend, someone I could always count on. She came down ill shortly after I moved, and then work started to load down on me and I kept putting off to go see her.

I wasn't there when she passed, nor was I there for her burial. A stranger went through her house and arranged the estate sale and the sale of my childhood home. I wish I could take it all back, even if for only a day. I hope that she doesn't hate me, I didn't want to put my job before her, but... it doesn't matter. I can't believe I'm writing all of this to you, a perfect stranger. Again I'm sorry for unloading on you.

Y/n

Bucky sighed heavily, seems she was just as lost and alone as he was. A stranger who just desperately needed someone there that she would continue to write her dead grandmother just to pretend to have someone. The guilt in the way she wrote, he could see that she had been crying when she wrote it, some of the letters smudged as the tears collided with the wet ink.

He grabbed his note book and ripped out another page.

Y/n,

Don't feel guilty, I'm sure she was proud of you. In fact I know she was, you are out there living your life. You are making it on your own and if there is something I know about parents is that is all they want.

Never feel bad for unloading me, I know what it feels like not to have someone that you are comfortable enough with to open up to. And you aren't the only one struggling this year. My family passed away along time ago and this time of year is always the hardest. It's been decades since I have seen them and it still hurts. What I would to just see my sister or hear my ma sing carols, if only for an hour. I was held captive, a POW, and I never got to be there for their lives or their passing.

To be honest, so far this holiday hasn't been easy for me either. I've all but holed myself up in this house since before thanksgiving. Sam keeps trying to get me to join the va group but.. I just can't. I don't think even they would understand.

Hope to hear from you soon.

James

He rushed to get it out the next morning, Bucky wasn't even sure why he felt the need to mail her again but he did. He went about the next two days, checking the mail with a little more enthusiasm then he did before. He knew it was foolish but still he hoped she would mail him again.

On the third day he received two envelopes one gold and one green. One addressed to her grandma and the other to him.

Bucky,

I don't know what it must of been like for you, and I'm not even going to pretend to. And even if they (the va group) don't understand what you went through, it might help to just get it off your chest. Just my opinion and I won't press you on it.

As for me, my company is having a "holiday" party and I'm trying to find excuses not to go. They all know I live alone and that I don't have have any friends out here so I can't use any of the usual excuses. Something about being a round a bunch of people that I really don't want to spend more time then I have to, in a setting filled with drinks and fake holiday decor just puts me ill at ease.

Anyway, my grandma wasn't hip with the times, and I'm hoping you are. (Your email address).

Y/n

Bucky jumped from his spot and rushed over to the computer Tony had given him and fired it up. Excitement coursed through him as he logged onto the email address that Peter had helped him make.

He typed in her email address.

From oldmanbarnes:

Hey-

Y/n,

I may not be hip but I do know how to use a computer.

James

He hit send and then panicked, he forgot that Sam had a hand in the email address. And before he had a chance to respond to it his computer dinged with a reply.

From you:

Re:Hey

Old man Barnes?? Lol! Love the email address. This is kinda cool, hope your having a good day, I'm trying to figure out what I'm wearing to this holiday party.

From oldmanbarnes:

Re:re: hey

Haha yeah, a friend of mine picked it out, he thinks he's funny. And if you don't want to go don't. You could always stay home and a watch a movie, this may sound awkward but we could watch the same movie and then you can tell them you are seeing a movie with a friend.

From you:

Re:re:re: hey

Sounds like a date! Can I wear my pjs? And we have to make hot cocoa!

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admortire · 4 years ago

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When I was younger I envied my cousin who was an extrovert and could just casually blurt out the words "I love you" like there wasn't any weight it carries on itself. I thought it was the right way to love, the only way to love. And so I tried my best to force it out of my throat. Sometimes I succeed on almost letting it's claw unsink in my chest. Most of the times I just rattle. I remember asking what could have been wrong with me. I've always had the burning feeling of wanting to express but words just simply ran out when I try to open my mouth. And so I found my refuge through handwritten letters. I remember growing up and hiding, with a pen and colored papers, cut-out magazines, and trying to come up with a personalized greeting card every birthdays, Mother's day, Christmas, and New Year's, for my mom and my grandma. And most of the letters would say "Thank you, I'm sorry, I wouldn't repeat all my mistakes again, I love you." And each year I do another set of mistakes to be sorry for. Sometimes I think about whether my mom would possibly get tired of all the letters with the same messages. I remember having to hide the letters on places that she would casually go through, underneath her pillow, in between the VHS tapes, at the desk organizers. Somewhere she would just casually stumble upon when cleaning. And then I would go about my day being a child and play outside, having to feel embarassed if she actually get the letter while I was still at the house. I thought I was the only one like that. Because most of my playmates, they just casually tell their parents that they love them. "I love you" was so easy for them to speak. But over time, I have learned that my "I love you's" were bringing home something because I thought my mom would have love it, walking around the supermarket and buying something because I remember she told me one time that she wanted to try it, giving her my atm card for the taking lol, trying to get home not so late because she would worry and not be able to sleep, texting her when I get to the place I'm supposed to go, occassionally sending her goofy selfies for a good laugh, and working hard to become a better person everyday that she get to be proud of. I don't know if I have loved her the right way, but this is the only thing I know how. And if this doesn't just cut it, then I would spend my whole life trying to figure out the right ways to love her or just even come close.

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allthislove · 6 years ago

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I’m not proud of myself.

Today, I finally blew up at my roommate- soon to be former roommate. For me, it had been a long time coming. Living with her hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park. Though she stays gone much of the time, usually not coming home before 9 or 10 PM and leaving before 8 AM, when she is home, she treats the apartment like it’s her domain. You ever met someone who wants everything done their way, or it’s a problem? She’s this way.

She’s belittling, undermining, and controlling... and per our conversation today, and the last time we had a big discussion like this a month ago, manipulative. (She loves to turn my complaints around on me, or twist the conversation into me somehow being in the wrong.)

Here’s the thing. She isn’t a bad person. In fact, I think if we hadn’t ever lived together, we could’ve been friends. She and I enjoy some of the same things, and she has a jovial attitude, when she’s... not in her “do as I say” mode.

The major problem is that she just sees herself as the boss of the apartment. I believe she sees it as her apartment, and I’m just the person she let live with her. It’s my fault, though. For one, when we secured the apartment last summer, I hadn’t yet moved up to Brooklyn and had no intention of doing so until my semester started at NYU. So, she actually found the place (which is nice, but is in an area I hate), and she moved into it before me (though we signed the lease at the same time, and I paid rent and all deposits even before I got there.) I was assured that these things wouldn’t be a problem, but they were. The first few months I lived there, I felt like a guest. Not like.... she was treating me with hospitality and with courtesy. Like, I was a person invading space that belonged to her. Space that I paid equal rent and utilities for, mind you.

Then, as time went on, she became more and more of a control freak. It was blaming me for not taking out trash or washing dishes, it was manipulative lies about “not feeling like I(she) should have to clean up after someone.” It was “I just feel like if you use my dishes and don’t wash them right after, it’s disrespectful.” When I moved in, she and her mother insisted that she had all the dishes and appliances we needed, and I didn’t have to buy anything. When I expressed discomfort with that idea, they assured me it would be fine. I knew it would become a problem, and it did.

My biggest mistake, thought, was getting hooked up with her in the first place. Her family is friends with my aunt’s family. They knew we were both headed to New York around the same time, her for work, me for grad school, and everyone was suggesting to me that we should move in together. Something inside of me said that wasn’t a great idea, but I did it, anyway. It was convenient and I figured it couldn’t be a bother, because I was mostly focusing on school. Now, I’ve told the girl off, and my only worry is for my aunt’s relationship with her friend.

My final straw came today. I’m back home with my family, and my roommate, like she does, sent me a Venmo charge for the electric bill. Which is fine. What isn’t fine is that she kept sending me reminder notifications. Which she’s done in the past, which I’ve asked her not to do. Then, I texted her and asked her not to send me reminders. She responded “Please me then”. I don’t know what she meant by that, and I sort of think it was a typo meant to say “pay me then.” But either way, it was rude and ugly and my LAST STRAW. Mind you, I pay all of my bills on time. I pay other bills than the measly one(s) we share together. This bitch has been trying to mentally paint me as a deadbeat who doesn’t pay bills for M O N T H S, which is fucking annoying, because I PAY ALL OF MY BILLS ON TIME. I pay 1 credit card, 1 cell phone, 1 medical payment, 2 insurance bills, Hulu, Netflix, HBO Now... EVERY MONTH. Not including the rent, electricity, and internet we pay together. (Oh, I also sponsor a child every month.)

Now, this fucking electric bill. I have actually never seen the actual bill. I never see how much the fucking bill costs. I have never seen when it’s due. I just take her word for it when she sends me a Venmo charge. And I pay it. Usually not that exact second, because I DON’T HOP TO for anyone and it’s Venmo, and the bill is PAID to the company, which is what matters most- essentially, I’m just paying HER back for it. Which is actually not a mode I like, and I didn’t tell her to set it up this way, and I’d much rather send money directly to the electric company than pay her back, but whatever. Mind you, I asked her months ago to tell me WHEN the bill was due and how much it was so I could determine my half and pay it to her on my own. I don’t need anyone to remind me to pay bills. I’m actually adult af, I’ve been paying bills on my own for Y E A R S. She has never shown me a bill nor told me when it’s due. She also claims she Venmos me on the same day every month, which is patently false.

So, yeah, usually by today (the 28th-ish of each month) I’d pay rent and electricity and internet at the same time (meaning I’d pay rent to the landlord, and pay this roommate over Venmo).

So, anyway, she texted me “please me then.” Which was a fucking weird ass text. So, I text back “Wtf. How about you sent me an actual copy of the bill. This shit is annoying af.”

Then she called me. She called me, thinking she was gonna “Queen Mother” and manipulate me into submission. But little does she know, the week I left to come home (the day after my birthday, May 18), I vowed that she had ONE MORE TIME to try me. And she caught me on the right day. When she started out her mouth with her bullshit, I LET HER HAVE IT. I READ HER FOR FILTH. And she kept trying her manipulative “no, you’re the problem” bullshit, but every time she came out her mouth with some shit, I read her even more. She even tried some “I don’t see what’s the problem with reminding you about a bill that’s PAST DUE”, to which I said “HOLD UP, sis, I PAY MY BILLS ON TIME. And you never told me when this bill was due, EVEN WHEN I ASKED YOU TO, so don’t even start that bullshit.”

And, like... I’m happy that I stood up for myself, and let her know that I’m not her doormat, I’m not her underling, and I don’t need her nor answer to her, but I’m sad that it had to come to this. Because I know she’s going to cry to her mom, and it’s going to get back to her grandma, and then to MY AUNT, and it’s going to be a whole thing.

And I know she’s going to lie and say “my roommate never wanted to pay bills and stuck me with everything.” Because, she said similar things about previous roommates when we first moved in together. She said she’d had problems with roommates in the past. Which is a red flag. Which I ignored, because ... I don’t always trust my intuition. But I guarantee her problems with roommates in the past is because she’s a bossy, manipulative person who wants everything her way and thinks people are supposed to fall in line after her. Which... is not me. Could never be me.

And, like, it SUCKS because my aunt is really good friends with her family. Like, besties with her grandma. And also, I’m NERVOUS about my social interactions with people, and never wanted to have a roommate because I think I end up making everyone hate me (which isn’t really true, but you know... the few bad times always stand out.) And, like, I have one more year at NYU, and I have to have one more year of having roommates, probably, and I’m really scared to have another situation like this.

And New York City is so expensive that living by yourself is hard or impossible. Like, unless I find some kind of really well paying job that is willing to allow me time to finish my classes, getting a place by myself isn’t really an option, or is a very unlikely option.

ALSO, I think living with her was so stressful it was making me physically sick, and making my body have really adverse stress reactions, so there’s that. (Seriously, like... I was having a lot of stress-related health issues that ARE GONE AND I’VE ONLY BEEN HOME A WEEK.)

So... anyway, if any of y’all read this and care... please wish me luck in finding comfortable, nice housing in a nice area so that my home life can be comfortable and my only stress can be finishing my thesis so I can graduate next spring. And please send me “great roommate” vibes! I’ve heard of so many people finding roommates that become like family, and I need that in my life....

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notthetoothfairy · 7 years ago

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KLAINE ADVENT 2017: LoveSick (11/24)

Summary: Kurt has SCID and can’t leave his house. Ever. Luckily, Blaine moves in next door.

A/N: A fic?!?!?! Yes, my dears, after what feels like an eternity, I finally wrote a new thing. I was going to do just one prompt for @klaineadventbut - ha ha ha, and ho ho ho - never mind, I’m writing an entire story. And I’m late. Sorry about that!

The plot is loosely based on “Everything Everything”. Saw it on the plane, didn’t end up liking it all that much but I loooved the premise for Klaine, so here it is. :D It’s not all that realistic, sorry about that, but I tried to make it as accurate as possible!

Beta: @a-simple-rainbow (who’s surprised? not us - we’re basically fandom wives)

Read: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24

Read on: AO3 (to be added later)

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“Dad, stop fussing and leave for work.” Kurt sighs. “I’ll be fine, like all other 364 days of the year.”

“Kurt.” His dad’s face changes from worried to stern.

Kurt briefly indulges his dad and stares back. “Dad.”

“Take a moment for yourself today, okay?” Burt asks. “That’s all I ask.” He smiles at Kurt. “And now I’m going. I love you, bud.”

Kurt returns the smile. “Love you too, dad. And take a moment for yourself as well.”

“Always do. By the way, that shirt you designed looks great on you.”

Kurt fumbles with the dark green material. He’s really proud of it – especially the v-neck that none of his other, more medical-looking shirts have.

“Thanks, dad,” he says.

“You should make me one.”

“Way to spoil my Christmas surprise.” Kurt rolls his eyes. “Would you leave already?”

“Jeez, bossy. You’re so much like your grandma sometimes. I feel like I’m a kid again, being told off for stealing her cookies.”

“Dad, you’re going to be late.”

“Alright, alright.” Burt holds up his hands in apology. “I’m going.”

With that, his dad leaves the kitchen. Kurt follows him to the foyer, a series of rooms separated from the rest of the house – from Kurt, to be precise – by glass doors, where Burt leaves most of his outside belongings and puts on his streetwear over the decontaminated clothes.

He watches his dad get into the car and pull out of the driveway. As soon as there is no chance for him to see Kurt anymore, Kurt sprints up to his room and waves to Blaine.

“Go time!” he adds, smiling widely. Blaine sends a beam his way that makes Kurt’s spine tingle.

The night before, when Kurt was getting ready for bed, Blaine asked whether they could talk. For a moment, Kurt thought he was going to tell him some sort of bed news, but then Blaine spent about five minutes stumbling his way through asking Kurt whether he would like to ‘meet’ him sometime. He wasn’t even finished actually asking when Kurt said, “Tomorrow, 8.15 in the morning, by the living room.”

Never having been more excited that his dad works Saturdays, Kurt wills away his nerves as he goes down to the living room and heads straight toward the window that faces the backyard. Blaine shows up a minute later, clad in a dark blue coat, a scarf and a beanie hat that makes him look more hipster than he usually looks with his bowties and cardigans. His face is a bit flushed, like he ran downstairs and crossed both of their yards to get to Kurt. Maybe he did. The thought makes Kurt smile grow even more.

“Hi, Blaine,” he says when Blaine’s finally in front of him, only the glass and a few steps between them.

“Hi, Kurt.” Blaine looks Kurt up and down in wonder. “You’re… wow, you’re taller than me.”

Kurt suppresses a grin. “Sorry?” he tries.

Blaine laughs. “I like it.” Kurt can only make out the words through the glass if he’s very quiet but it helps having Blaine so near that he can read his lips as well. They’re getting better at that. Two months of window conversations are paying off.

“You do?” he asks happily. “And you… you look cozy.”

“It’s actually not as cold outside as I thought. I feel a bit hot,” Blaine admits.

Kurt’s not going to tell him to lose some layers, obviously, but he can’t help but remark, “Good thing you’re not actually stepping inside, then.”

“I want to, though,” Blaine says. “Sometime else.”

“It’s a date,” Kurt breathes out, nervously noting that he just called it a date. They never specified what… this… was. But Blaine was fumbling so badly on the phone, it just-

“Another one,” Blaine confirms with a smile. Kurt swears he feels his heart jump a little. “Even if it’s a bit weird to go on a date at 8.15 in the morning.”

“8.20,” Kurt corrects, just to have something to say, given that all his nerves are screaming, You’re on a date! “My dad just wouldn’t leave.”

“Does he have a sixth sense for sons who schedule secret get-aways to the living room?” Blaine asks, grinning brightly.

“No, he’s just-” Kurt wants to make an offhand comment, explain the day away like it’s nothing, but he can’t. It’s Blaine, for one, and it’s also his mother. “My mom died on this day nine years ago.”

Blaine’s eyes widen. “Oh, Kurt… I had no idea. I mean.” Blaine gulps. “Of course I didn’t. But- I’m sorry, Kurt. If you need to be alone…”

“No,” Kurt says firmly, fighting against the pressure behind his eyes. “I miss her, of course, and I usually cry my eyes out on this day, but I told you to come over so I wouldn’t be alone. At least for like two hours before Carole comes over.” He rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry we’re on a schedule.”

“Don’t be silly,” Blaine says. “It’s nice to… well.” Kurt watches as he attempts a formal bow. “Nice to meet you. You know, officially. Kind of.”

Kurt laughs, eyes watering. “Likewise. My mom would have totally gone for your sense of humor, you know?”

“Awkward but weirdly adorable?” Blaine tilts his head and gives him puppy-dog eyes, driving the point home.

Kurt bites his lip, fails to hold in a grin, and says, “Something along those lines, yeah.”

“Is that her?” Blaine asks, pointing behind Kurt. Kurt follows the line of his finger to the urn on the fireplace.

He turns back around and nods. “Mom, meet Blaine. Blaine, meet mom.”

“Hi, Mrs. Hummel,” Blaine says at once. “This is weird.”

“It is,” Kurt agrees. “And she would like you to call her Elizabeth, I’m sure.”

“I’ll reconsider after our third date or so,” Blaine replies.

“Smooth.” Kurt laughs. “Planning the third date while still on the first. You’re very thorough. Do you have cue cards as well?”

“Uhm, no. For some weird reason I was convinced we could manage to hold a conversation,” Blaine says, pretending to frown. Kurt thinks back to their long talks at the window, on the phone or texting, how Blaine probably knows more about Kurt than Rachel at this point.

“You’re definitely right.”

“Well, I want to hear all about Rachel’s newest plans for your future Broadway Bubble Babies career.”

“Oh god, you won’t believe how detailed her thoughts on this are. We’re both taking online singing classes already but now she wants to enter this career prospects mentoring program and see if they can get us mentors over Skype. And she wants us to co-produce a YouTube version of The Last Five Years, since it’s a musical for two.”

“Uhm, I need to meet her already!” Blaine gushes. Kurt loves how much he loves Rachel from Kurt’s stories alone. “That sounds like the greatest idea ever!”

The two hours pass in a flash. Kurt basks in Blaine’s focused and passionate attention, listens to Blaine talk animatedly about the New Directions’ madness during competition season and they make plans for a Skype session with both of their best friends so that Blaine can meet Rachel and Wes, Blaine’s best friend at Dalton, can meet Kurt.

Blaine’s in the middle of telling Kurt about his family’s Christmas plans when Kurt hears the key to the front door turn in the lock, and then the unmistakable sliding sound of the front door opening.

“Sorry for interrupting,” he says with a sad smile. “But it’s Carole. It’ll take her about five minutes to actually get in and change and all that, but you should probably get going.”

Blaine’s sad face matches his.

“It’s not that I don’t want my family to know about you,” he tries to reassure Blaine. “But today, I kind of wanted to take this moment for myself.”

Blaine waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. I know it’s easier this way. You don’t have to tell them at all if you don’t want.”

Kurt smiles knowingly at Blaine’s quick agreement. “You’re scared of my dad, aren’t you?”

“Terrified.”

Kurt’s cheeks are hurting from smiling so much. “You don’t have to be,” he promises. “Well, I guess this is goodbye for now.”

“Goodbye for now,” Blaine echoes. He pulls off his left glove and lets the hand come to rest on the window. “This was nice, I had fun.”

Kurt’s right hand shakes slightly as he lays it on the glass to mirror Blaine’s. If he pretends hard enough, it’ll feel like they’re touching.

“I had fun, too,” he whispers, locking eyes with Blaine. “You’re fun.”

Blaine’s face is so close to the window now Kurt feels like he could count all his eyelashes (an ambitious endeavor), name a new color after Blaine’s eyes (smouldering honey gold) and remember the shape of Blaine’s lips well enough to draw a picture of them later (to have something to kiss at least).

“Kurt…” Blaine blinks at him, visibly intrigued by Kurt’s intense stare.

Kurt breaks out of his little fantasy world with a big sigh.

“To be continued,” he says firmly.

“I know.” Blaine huffs out a laugh. “But I really don’t want to go right now.”

“I’ll text you as soon as I’m upstairs.” Kurt rolls his eyes when Blaine stays rooted to the spot. For the second time today, if a bit more reluctantly this time, he says, “Would you leave already?”

He watches as Blaine retreats to his house, fumbling with the key to his front door before pulling it wide open and slipping inside.

It feels like the perfect metaphor for what he’s doing with Kurt’s heart.

#klaine advent 2017 #klaine advent: key #klaine fic #klaine AU #my klaine fics

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thestylesproject · 7 years ago

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#43 The Gang Leader Part 2 (Harry Styles)

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Summary: Harry is the son of the ruling party and Y/N is an exchange student.

PART 1

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“Alright, I’m bored!” I huffed again and sat up.

“We have fucked three times today. How are you bored?” The little shit smirked, without even looking at me. I had to agree that he looked too irresistible with his specs on, reading his course book, using his highlighter, just in a snapback. “Stop eyeing me like that,” He laughed.

“You’ve kept me on a lock down! I get to stare all I want!” I kissed down his cheek. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead.

“So, it’s been four days already. How long will the place still be off?” I asked.

Harry sighed, and shut his book, “until he apologizes.”

“I don’t see how it works. The whole town is on a shutdown because you fought!”

“I fought!” He raised his voice.

“He fought! Does it even matter anymore! What did he raise anyway! What did you fight about? Tell me!” I sat on my knees. He had been ignoring this for four days now. I didn’t mention talking to Charlie again because he got quite angry the first round. Getting off the best I followed him out of the room. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Why does it even matter? Do I not make you happy here?” He asked.

“Only you can make about yourself!” I switched the telly on.

-the feud is still on between the two parties. For safety, the main town agencies will remain closed until Monday. Here is what the Des Styles has to say about the feud.

“We Styles men are very sensitive about our women. I agree with what my son did, and we will not forgive until we have an apology made. -”

“Women? What women? Did he say something about your mom?” I asked Harry.

He shook his head and opened the knife drawer. I was dating a mafia. He was a mafia in this place. He aimed the knives to the board in front and started his assault. “Then?”

He didn’t answer.

I flattened on the sofa, lying on my back and huffed.“I came here to study you know! If I knew this is how things work here, I would have never agreed to stay. I want quality education, and it doesn’t work with two gangs fighting their heads off and declaring a week off to threaten each other endangering everyone’s safety!” Still no response, “Maybe, I should transfer back. I still have a year left, and it makes sense...”I thought to myself. It could be a good option. I’ll be away from Harry though.

“Is that it, then?” He was suddenly on top of me, a knife still in hand. You’re threatening me that you’ll leave?”

“Harry, the knife.”

He played with the knife in his hands, and I gulped. Slowly bending down, he touched my forehead with the tip of his knife, sharp going down to my cheek, and then stopping at my neck. “He was talking about you, baby.” He said, his hand on my neck, making me tilt my head back, the knife still at the edge, and he pressed. “He was talking about you, your body, and how you could be his,” I felt his lips on the side of my neck, and felt him bite, marking me with his teeth. The knife went down and tore my tube top. He threw his knife behind him, as it hit the aim on the board, then removed the shreds, off my body. “I don’t like anyone talking about you.” He whispered, his voice husky and going deeper with every word.

“Harry...” I moaned, feeling one hand press my neck and the other massage my breasts. A couple more wet kisses down my throat, and he stopped.

“I know, you can’t take another round of me so, don’t push me,” and he got off. He took off his snap back and gave it to me and walked off into the room. I wore it, and it was too big that it exposed both my boobs.

“This is too big.”

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Classes had resumed again, and my schedule just kept getting busy that now I wished for a break. Harry had constant security around my apartment and area. He was the son of the controller of the entire state. He was practically god’s son, and I knew the other one who wanted that power get angrier day by day.

“Look who it is,” I knew it was Charlie. He was everywhere these days. Harry kept a watch on him, but till now said nothing. Apparently, he had sent a written apology forced by his father who had his business to take care of. I was kinda disgusted knowing he sexualised me. I thought, he was a decent guy, but he was turning out to be a creep.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“For you to leave the town,” He said, flatly.

“Excuse me?” I confronted him.

“You wanted me to be direct. Here it is. I know where your grandma lives, and she won’t like my hello. And this is not because I care for you, honey. This is a full fledged warning. Go back to her, or I’ll give you her death to be a reason for you. And then, you’ll have to go back. No guarantor, no loan, no money and let’s face it. You’re just another doll for Harry who fulfils his needs. He won’t care about you anyway,” He smirked.

“If you know that my leaving won’t affect him, then why lash out at me?” I asked.

“Because that is what we do, honey. Annoy each other. You’re an annoyance and my next card. Your transfer papers are ready by the way. Start packing. Also, don’t tell him or I’ll kill you first,” He walked off before I could reply.

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I couldn’t stop my tears from flowing. I had ignored all calls from Harry, and it was going to be a full day now. I couldn’t risk it. My grandma was the only one left, and I couldn’t risk her life. Knowing that Charlie would kill her. That is what these people do, they don’t care about ruined families. I had to leave.

Charlie’s guys delivered the papers to my room, “it’s nice to see you packing,” His guy touched my face, and let his hands roam around my butts, pinching them hard, that I knew it would bruise. I couldn’t stop crying after that.

A big thud on my door made me drop my books. Another thud and I rushed to the door. “What the fuck!” Harry pushed the door open.

“What are you doing here? It’s after midnight!” I yelled. He couldn’t be here.

“Why haven’t you picked up my phone calls?” He wrapped his arms around me pulling me to his body and hugging me tightly. “I was so worried, baby” He kissed my cheeks, and I hugged him back. “Wait, what are you doing? You’re packing? Why?” He asked pulling away.

I couldn’t tell him. He’ll hurt my grandma. I didn’t say anything.

“Answer me goddamnit!” He yelled. “Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me? Honey?” he held my face, as his tears trickled down his cheeks. “Don’t you love me, baby?”

“Don’t cry please,” I said, kissing him. “I have to go though.”

“Tell me now,” Harry said, using the command he used when he wanted confessions. “Now love.” he held my face, and I blurted everything. “Please don’t go to him, Harry. He will kill her. I don’t have anyone else. I will be alone. Please,” I cried.

“He will not hurt you or your grandmom,” Harry said kissing my lips. He took his phone out and walked out of my room. My crying didn’t stop until I slept that night.

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“Hey honey, wake up,” Harry kissed my cheek. I sat u straight looking at him. He had a pair of clothes out for me. “We’ve to leave, have a bath later, change and brush quickly.”

I nodded and got off. Brushing quickly, I came out and changed stepping out of my shorts, “where did you get this bruise from?” Harry held my hips, examining the bruise. I didn’t lie. He nodded and asked me to hurry up.

We kept driving until we reached an abandoned factory, just outside the city. I didn’t question Harry, but his hands holding mine, and quick kisses placed on them, calmed me down.

“Get out,” he said. And I did. He parked the car and took out a gun. “Here, pull this, aim and shoot, if required. Don’t be scared,” He kissed me, and tucked the gun inside my jacket. Taking my hand, we walked into the factory. I stopped and gulped when we reached inside. Charlie and his men were tied to the ceiling. They were covered in their blood, as their hands were straight up tied to the ceiling above.

“Which one touched you?” Harry asked me. I looked at him, gulping. “Don’t be scared, baby.” I looked at their faces and pointed to the guy. One nod and he was cut from the ceiling, as he fell down to the floor.

“He is my right hand, Harry. We don’t kill family, remember the deal?” Charlie covered in bruises, still smirked.

“We don’t threaten family either, remember Charlie. But you broke that one. I get a point,” Another nod, and the guy was thrown off the floor and then shot. This was the first time, I had seen someone die, I clutched on to Harry.

“She is not your family, Harry,” Charlie spat.

“That is where you’re wrong. She is, and so is her family. She is mine, and I don’t like being threatened.”

I saw Charlie gulp. His eyes finally indicated that he was scared. He had also, broken a pact so, his father couldn’t do anything. “The only reason you will walk out of here is that your father begged, Charlie. I hope you’re proud,” Harry laughed. Another nod and all their hands were cut, and they fell to the ground. Harry took my hand and made me stand in front of him. I stopped breathing. “Apologize Charlie.”

He didn’t even blink, “I’m sorry Charlie.”

“Your grandma’s safe. Charlie knows we’ll wipe his family out if he even touches anything related to you,” Harry kissed my forehead and took me out of the factory, his men following behind.

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“So, I don’t have to go?” I asked, kissing his shoulders, as we lay naked on his bed.

“No, you’re pretty much stuck with me. And, you’ve to know, we Styles’ men are very protective of our family, and we never let go,” His eyes stared into mine, as our lips connected again.

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sylvesterbarzey · 4 years ago

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The revolution has always been in the hands of the young. The young always inherit the revolution."

~Huey P. Newton

My Pops was in the Army. I guess that's something to be proud of, but Ma didn't like it much. He went on the weekends but there was always that chance he might get called up. He would always say "It's a volunteer type thing, don't stress it." That kept us going for a few years, then Tayler was born. I remember it like it was yesterday, My father sat me and my brother Anthony down. I never really paid much attention to things as a kid, but I do remember Ma was crying a lot that day. Pops smiled at us and rubbed my head before he let the words out, "Dad's gotta take a trip, for a few months." Anthony leaned forward, he wanted to know what was going on, he felt something was going on. I knew and I cried. I remember four moments when my life changed:

The first was my father telling us he was deploying.

The second was my mother telling us Pops was killed in action.

The third moment, happened 12 years later...

I acted out a lot, couldn't get the grades that Ma wanted, so I dropped out of school. She didn't like it, but it kept her from working three jobs. Whenever I came home with that check from the gym, she would take it and softly say, "I wish you didn't have to do this, Drew." I didn't mind it. The Army paid us some money but because my Pops wasn't up to date on his paperwork, half of it went to my grandma. I've never seen the woman and she didn't come to Pops' funeral.

The money helped a little, but three boys is a lot to pay for, it didn't last. Like I said, I don't mind it. I'm always working out at the Gym anyway, so my trainer got me a job. I clean the ring and the lockers, which doesn't pay much but I don't have to pay for lessons. I was leaving the gym when I heard it, "You're that fighter, right?" Her voice was sweet, with a body that was even sweeter, but if I had the power to tell the future, I'd know she wasn't worth it. I don't even remember her name, to be honest.

First we were talking, and then there was a little less talking. We were in an alley behind the gym, and I had one hand up her skirt when I saw him from the corner of my eye, smiling from ear to ear. I closed my eyes and groaned, "What do you want, Tay?"

The little man laughed at me and said, "A turn if we're being honest."

"Excuse me!" My good time shouted.

I did a little smooth talking or most likely a little ass kissing to save the night and then I dragged the little man out the alley by his hoodie, "What the hell do you want Tay!"

He jumped a little, "I was seeing if you wanted to walk home together," he said.

My hand went over my face and I shook my head, "Does it look like I want to go home right now?"

Tay got on his tippy toes to look over my shoulder at the girl. Her back was pressed against the wall. Her bra was unlatched and her patience was getting thin.

"Whatever, I'm gonna tell Ma when I get home." Tay said.

I nodded, "I bet you will. Get your snitching ass home before the streetlights come on." He was down the street before the last of my words left my mouth.

"That your brother?" She asked and I nodded, "He got a mouth on him." She said softly.

I laughed as I leaned in and kissed her "Yeah, well so do I." I said.

We did our thing and I was back home around eleven. As soon as I pushed the door open, Ma was there waiting, "Where the hell you been?" She was half dressed for her shift at the hospital, I wasn't sure if that meant she was coming or going.

"Out, Mama. Damn, I can't go to work and come home every day. Can I live?" I asked. Anthony was lying on the couch, so I pushed his feet to the side almost tossing him out the seat, "Move man!" I shouted.

Anthony sat up, "Damn, why didn't you stay your big headed ass at the gym?"

I was about to toss him to the floor and choke out an apology, but then Ma closed the door slowly and asked me a question that still sends chills through me, "Drew, Where's Tay?"

I turned to look at her and then looked around, "He's not here?" I asked.

Her hands rested on her hips, "I thought he was coming home with you. He said he was gonna stop by the gym after wrestling practice," She said.

"He came by the gym, but I told him to head home," I said and my Mama came across the room so fast, I thought I was in a horror movie. That kind of speed only comes from being possessed.

Her hand slapped into the back of my head, "You let him walk alone!" she screamed.

I put my hands up trying to protect myself, "It's only a few blocks, Ma!"

We were going back and forth. Ma was panicking and screaming. I was trying to defend any sensitive area from her onslaught. She picked up the phone to call the cops when Anthony turned up the tv, Ma screamed at him to turn it down but he was in a trance. Eyes wide. Lips tightened and his finger pointing at the tv. The tears started to come before we knew fully what was happening.

There was a shooting.

The cops said he had a gun.

That was a lie...

He was gonna be 13 in a few months. He was excited about that, told me he was gonna be a man. I stared at Thad blood stained white sheet that covered his little body. They left him in the street for the world to see. Anthony knew it was him from his sneakers, they were spray painted purple, for the school colors.

I remember we kept shouting,"no!"

"That's not him-" Then there was a loud set of knocks at our door and we knew there was no more denying it. For weeks, the News said some cold stuff about the little man. He was running with a gang... the kid had wrestling gear, books and Pokémon cards in his bag. Last I checked gangbangers weren't playing with Pokeballs. Cops said he fit the description of a suspect... young and black. It was the words of two white cops against a dead little black boy. The worst thing was that photo.

The bloody white sheet over his little body, in the middle of the street. It became the logo for the case. No one would talk about the shooting without showing it. It got to a point where I couldn't even think of Tay without that popping in my head first.

I went crazy after that, I'm sure we all did. I lost my job at the Gym because I kept getting into it with the fighters. I started drinking and smoking from sunset to sunrise, and sometimes beyond that. I was going off the deep end, and it wasn't what my Ma needed, but it was what I needed. I was angry and I wanted someone to hurt, like I was hurting.

Our lawyer was pricey but he said he would do it for free. He told us we could win and then slowly his tune started changing. He said the cops would get off but we still had a good case against the city.

We didn't care about money. Money didn't buy justice. Money couldn't bring Tay back. It was nothing more than dirty green paper everyone wanted to toss at us, so we could wipe our tears and move on. We wanted justice, but I was sure the courts weren't gonna give it to us, so I went out to find my own.

I was walking up and down the street every night. I said I was looking for the right one, but I was just talking myself out of it most nights. Then after a few shots of Henny, there I was, standing behind him. He had just come out of his apartment building. He was walking toward his car with his phone glued to his ear. "Yeah, I'll be there in a few. Don't start the party without me," he said. He was happy, and I could smell the vodka coming off of him as he started to fumble with his keys.

I pulled out the gun and placed it to the back of his head, "Get on the fucking ground." I said.

His hands shot up, "What the fuck man... take it easy... you want money? Is that it? You need some cash?" he cried.

Another one trying to send me away with a few dead presidents. I pushed the gun forward till the barrel thumped him in the back of the head, "I said, get the fuck on the ground, white boy! I'm not gonna say it again!" I shouted and he quickly dropped down to the sidewalk, his face pressed to the ground. His warm tears mixed in with the cool concrete.

He wasn't a cop.

He didn't know Tay..

He didn't have anything to do with anything.

But he was white and at that moment, that was all that mattered to me.

I started stomping down on him. First his lower back. I felt my heel cave in his back. All the while he screamed, "Help me!" His ribs cracked as I slammed my steel toes into his side. He was fighting to get back to his feet or get away, but I bashed the handle of the gun into the top of his head and he dropped back to the ground. I picked my boot up again to bring it down into his skull when I felt someone grab me, pulling me back.

"Get the fuck off me!" I spun around with the gun pointed. Anthony was staring at me, "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

He rushed me, pushing me back into the car, "What are you doing?" he asked, then he looked down at the bloody mess that was groaning on the sidewalk. I didn't see him as a person, just a punching bag for me to release my rage onto. Anthony saw him as a person and a life sentence for his older brother. I looked down at the guy and then back at my brother who grabbed me by the collar and softly let out, "Let's get the fuck out of here, Drew." He didn't wait for me, he just took off and for a second I thought about ignoring his request and finishing up but then I looked back at the man and all I could see was that bloody white sheet and those purple shoes and like a scared little boy, I ran from it.

We were blocks away when I finally let the words out, "You following me now?" I asked.

I don't know what that did to him, but he grabbed me and tossed me into a nearby alley. I could see in his eyes he wanted to take a shot at me. He wanted to fight, but I wasn't nearly drunk enough for him to take me. I fought for a living. After Pop died, all I did was fight. It was my lifestyle. Anthony wasn't a fighter and he wasn't stupid, "What the hell were you thinking? What the fuck was that!" he shouted at me.

I attempted to walk away, but he pushed me back into the wall, "You're not gonna keep pushing up on me like that, Anthony." I said.

He shook his head, "You think this is gonna bring Tay back?" He asked.

Before I knew it I had Anthony pressed up against the wall, "Don't you fucking talk about him." I said.

Anthony stared at me, "I miss him too... I miss him so fucking bad." He said. I watched as a tear fell from his eye and they were calling out to my own.

"I did this to him," I said it out loud, for the first time ever I said it out loud. I blamed myself, I could have helped him or they could have shot me instead. Every morning I wake up, I lie in bed wishing they did shoot me.

"It's not your fault," Anthony said as I let his feet finally hit the ground. "You didn't do this, they did." He said.

I nodded, "Yeah, and they're getting away with it."

Anthony shook his head, "No, they won't. In a few months we'll go to court and-"

I took a step back and cleared the tears from my eyes before I started laughing, "And what, Anthony! We get justice?" I shook my head laughing, "There's no justice for people like us! They don't care about us!" I shouted and kicked over a nearby trash can, the metal banging into the ground, filled up the alleyway. "You look in the mirror lately? You seen your skin color?" I shook my head as I said, "People like us, we don't get justice."

"You don't know what you're talking about," He said.

I ran up to him, till we were face to face. The smell of alcohol had to have overtaken him because it was all I could smell as I softly said, "We are gonna walk into that courtroom, with their white judge, and their white jury and watch those cops get off. That's the only thing that's gonna happen in that courtroom."

Anthony turned his head to the side and then he nodded, "So, fuck court then? Huh?" He nodded and laughed, "Let's just get fucked up and beat on some random white boys," he said.

"I'm teaching them a lesson," I said and he stopped laughing.

Anthony's hands went over his face and he took a long sigh. My little brother was trying to hold the family together these days. He was working part-time and going to school. Meeting and calling the lawyer. He was making sure Mama ate and took her pills. She wasn't in a good place these days, and he was looking out for her, and for me, "No, what you're doing is giving Mama another son to cry over. What you think is gonna happen to you if you keep this up? Your ass is gonna get locked the fuck up, or killed. Then they're gonna have your photo all over the news like Tay." I went to rush him again but he took a quick jab at me, right into my jaw. It sent me to the ground fast. I didn't see it coming, that's how Anthony was, always getting you when you weren't looking. I looked up at him and spit blood onto the ground. He put his hand out, "This shit, isn't helping anyone. Let's go home." I stared at his fingers for a moment and then I took his hand and he pulled me up.

"It's never gonna change, is it, Anthony? They're never gonna care about us." I said softly and my brother guided me through the darkness of that alleyway.

It had been a year since Tay's shooting and I was finally pulling myself together. I wasn't looking for fights in the streets anymore, I was doing my fighting in the ring now. Anthony had me beg my boss at the gym for a tryout, and he liked what he saw. Said if I worked hard maybe he would take me to the U. S tryouts. All I saw was gold in my future, Mama was doing better too. The doctor said she just had a minor break, and with the meds and counseling she was going to be okay.

Anthony was on her every day, "You take your meds Mama?" it was like his thing, he didn't say hello, it was always, "You take your meds Mama?" But I couldn't be mad at him, all this shit was happening and he still held down the family and kept his grades up. Anthony had schools chasing after him, his teachers said he was some kind of chemistry genius or something.

The boy was smart.

I knew that.

"It won't start," Ma said as her fingers tightened around the wheel of the car.

"Is the battery dead?" I asked.

She shrugged, "The hell if I know," She said and then turned her head to me, "Go check."

I looked over at Anthony in the front seat next to her, "Ma, why I gotta do it?" I asked.

She turned around slowly, "Cause I told your ass to, " She said.

I pushed open the door and made my way toward the front of the car, "Pop the hood." I shouted.

I heard back, "Don't you yell at me, boy!" I rolled my eyes and heard the metal click, I lifted the hood and laughed, "Is the battery leaking?" My Ma asked.

I shook my head walking over to the driver side. I leaned on the door and sighed, "Someone stole the battery," I thought it was funny, but the tears slowly started to build up in her eyes. She pushed the door open and I slowly stepped aside "You alright Ma?" I asked.

"I can't do this today. Not today" She said.

The officers that shot Tay were finally being tried in court today, the car was busted and the lawyer said we didn't have to be there if we didn't want to. So, we stayed home. We didn't want to see them cheering and smiling as they got off for killing my little brother. I knew it was gonna happen, it always happens. Anthony was sitting on the couch with the news on, they were covering the trial, all the reporters were camped out on the steps of the courthouse waiting to hear the verdict. "Turn that off, Mama doesn't want to deal with that right now." I said.

Anthony kept his eyes on the tv, Mama came into the room, "You heard your brother, turn that mess off. I'm sick and tired of them pulling my baby's name through the mud and-" Mama's tears were cut off by a loud blast from the tv.

The picture shook and the blonde haired reporter ran out of the shot. There was a lot of screaming and then it cut to the people in the station "What was that?" I asked.

The news anchor on the tv put his finger to his ear and nodded, "There has been some kind of explosion at the courthouse..."

I sat down next to Anthony who was leaning forward staring at the tv. Mama put her hand over her chest, "Oh my god." She said.

"You think it was over Tay's case?" I asked.

Ma put her hand over her mouth, "You think?" She replied and then the phone started to ring. We all stared at one another as the robotic melody crawled through the halls and creeped into the living room. Ma shot up and ran to the back of the apartment. I sat there dumbfounded with the glow of the tv taking me over. Then I looked over at Anthony, he sat there for a while staring into the puzzled faces of the reporters and then he softly said, "You were wrong."

"Wrong about what?" I asked.

We were in a moment that didn't require words. A moment where pure silence would be accepted and understood but here he was talking and smirking, "You said people like us don't get justice," his head turned slightly and the faint glow of the TV made his skin shine, "But we do...we just have to take it."

I remember four moments when my life changed.

You already know the first three...

The fourth was when I realized I was nothing more than a punk kid in an alley trading words with a Revolutionary.

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Jane Foster Week - Day 7 - Free Day

I have written so many versions of this interaction, but I had a thought that maybe the MCU version of Jane!Thor (IF IT WILL EVER HAPPEN WHICH I AM SUPER DUPER SKEPTICAL ABOUT HONESTLY) it’d be closer to Donald Blake!Thor- i.e. a physical disability rather than cancer.

Plus, it’s nice to basically give Thor a lot of side eye for being kind of a dick.

Jane spotted him at the back, standing against the wall right up at the top of the hall. None of the students turned to notice it, they were all either taking notes or listening to her. She managed to keep going, even knowing he was there. She was pretty proud of herself.

‘So… um, I expect your assignments due a week from Tuesday, any questions please email me and I will try to help you as best I can… the textbooks you need are in the lecture notes, if you want a copy of them I might ahem, know where to find them.’

The student gave a quick, knowing laugh.

‘And I’ll see you all next week, you’re free to go!’

There was an quiet, uneven chorus of ‘Thank you Dr Foster’, along with the general shuffle of bags, coats and books as the students departed. Jane did not look up, but shut down her laptop, turned off the projector and reached for her cane. Then something occurred to her- this would be the first time he had seen it. Hah.

She walked, stiffly on her cane over to the table where one of her students, Cece, had come over to ask a few brief questions. As she spoke, Jane glanced out of the corner of her eye, catching him making his way down the steps towards her.

‘Would it be okay to run it by you first Dr Foster?’ Cece asked.

Jane blinked ‘Oh yeah, sure, of course- when’re you free?’

‘Oh I can just email you it over, I just need a few pointers… I think I’m going in the right direction.’

‘That’s no problem, send it over tonight if you want.’

‘Thank you,’ she smiled and shook Jane’s hand ‘see you next week!’

Jane waved her off as he finally made it to the table, passing Cece, who did not miss the chance to check him out briefly before running past. He gave her a wink in return. Jane rolled her eyes.

‘Hey stranger.’

‘Hello J- Dr Foster.’

She scoffed ‘You can still call me Jane.’

‘I know… it’s just…’ he shrugged, losing his train of thought.

‘What brings you to my neck of the woods?’ She asked, stuffing her laptop and papers into her bag.

‘I um… I wanted to see you.’

‘Sounds ominous, like the hair cut by the way.’

‘Thanks… I like yours too,’ he nodded to where her hair was growing back. It was now a fine, dark fuzz about her scalp, which actually seemed to suit her rather well. She had a Sinead O’Connor, Ripley in Aliens 3 vibe going on, which she liked. It certainly earned her compliments, especially when she paired it with her plaid, it had a casual punk edge that she was oddly proud of. She leaned on the table whilst she hooked her back over her shoulder and then took her cane to walk around to face him. He looked… older somehow. Still him. He smiled a lot more now than when he left. Something had been on his mind back then and, by the looks of it… it seemed to have come to some sort of conclusion.

‘I’m guessing that it wasn’t… planned?’ She asked.

‘No… no it was not,’ he told her ‘was yours?’

‘Hah, no, but I’m getting used to it.’

‘Same.’

‘So um…’ she realised the silence had dragged on a little ‘you want to get a coffee?’

‘I’d love to… I think we have much to catch up on.’

‘Oh yeah… I’d say so.’

Her office had been placed on the ground floor so that she would not have to climb too many stairs. It was one of the more spacious faculty rooms in the whole campus- enough room for three bookshelves, a desk, flipchart and her favourite thing in the world that wasn’t directly linked to astrophysics.

A coffee machine.

‘It was a welcome gift from the staff,’ she walked over to it ‘apparently it cost over two thousand bucks and I hate that they spent so much money on me… but god it is just heavenly, goes straight from bean to cup… you still take coffee the same way?’

‘Afraid so,’ he laughed, taking a seat ‘need help?’

‘No,’ she told him, kindly ‘if there’s one thing I never need help with, it’s coffee.’

It did help that she didn’t have to look directly at him for a moment, allowing her to compose her features a little bit. He coughed.

‘I hear that you were ill.’

Who from? She asked, in the privacy of her own thoughts.

‘Hmm, you heard right,’ she said aloud, savouring the coffee smell.

‘Was that… that why you… um…’

‘Broke up with you? Yeah, yeah it was,’ she was still glad he couldn’t see her face.

‘But… I could have helped.’

‘Could you?’

The question seemed to sting him, but she didn’t regret it.

‘Would you have held my hand during treatment? Would you have stayed by my bed whilst I had blood transfusion after blood transfusion because the chemo slashed my platelet count in half? Would you have rubbed my back when I was vomiting constantly? Or helped me to the bathroom when I was too weak to get up?’

She kept her voice as level as she could.

‘I…’

‘No, you wouldn’t have,’ she finished his sentence ‘you couldn’t. You’re Thor, you’re an Avenger, you’re a prince… you’re needed by a lot more people than me and you know it.’

He found his voice ‘You still could have told me.’

‘You would have been guilty about going,’ she shrugged ‘I figured you were better off not knowing.’

‘Even so-’

‘I was protecting you from the dangers of my world,’ she dropped her voice a few octaves ‘but I see now that I was a fool…’

He hesitated for a moment, clearly about to protest, but sighed ‘Alright point proven.’

‘It is kind of a dick move to keep the people you care about in the dark because you don’t trust them on some flimsy pretense of protecting them isn’t it?’ Jane mused aloud.

‘Yes… yes it is.’

‘For two years.’

‘I’m… sorry.’

‘It’s fine… I’m sorry too honestly,’ she decided perhaps she should move away from this particular subject ‘but I’m in remission now, though the chemo damaged my bone marrow and left my skeleton with the structural integrity of a stale graham cracker…. Hence the…’

She indicated the cane.

‘One wrong footing and I go down like a Grandma and break a hip… It’s not fun.’

‘I can imagine…’ he said, quietly as she came over with his cup ‘thank you.’

‘No problem.’

‘So… this… cancer, is gone?’ He clarified.

‘Yup, it’s gone,’ for now ‘and I’m on a list for getting a bone marrow transplant. Since… since I haven’t got any family left, they’re looking elsewhere. Shouldn’t be too long now. Once I get that I can go back out on the road again.’

‘Never in once place for long,’ he mused.

‘Nope, though this job is amazing,’ she realised, to her dismay, that she was doing most of the talking ‘and they’re pretty keen to accommodate me so… it wouldn’t be the worst thing if I couldn’t travel the same way I used to.’

He nodded ‘I suppose so…. Though…. A quick moment in the Soul Forge would-’

‘No, Thor,’ she leaned in ‘no magic. I’m doing this with earth science. Medicine.’

‘It would be no trouble.’

‘That’s not the point.’

‘Why are you always so prideful?’ He asked, exasperated.

‘Huh, that’s rich.’

He shook his head ‘Jane…’

‘Don’t you ‘Jane’ me Mister,’ she sipped her coffee ‘seriously, no magic.’

‘What’ve you got against magic all of a sudden?’

‘Nothing, but just because we dated doesn’t mean I get a get-out-of-old-lady-bones-free card… I’m not going to take a shortcut when the rest of my fellow humans don’t get that luxury.’

He pinched the bridge of his nose ‘You are so stubborn.’

‘Again, that’s rich.’

He rubbed the back of his head ‘Not even a healing stone or-’

‘You even try it and I’ll go on a date with your brother.’

He winced ‘You wouldn’t.’

‘Try me Odinson,’ she grinned ‘hope he likes bald chicks.’

‘He does rather like you,’ he admitted.

‘Even though I punched him?’

‘Especially since you punched him.’

‘Oh god, not touching that, gross,’ she shuddered.

They both laughed. Easing the atmosphere somewhat. She was glad. She didn’t need that between them.

‘You sure?’

‘Very.’

‘If… you ever change your mind,’ he began.

‘I won’t.’

He threw up his hands, but Jane could tell he would try again- he was just as stubborn as she was.

‘So…’ she began ‘what’ve you been up to?’

He chuckled ‘Oh… that is a tale.’

‘I’ll bet,’ she sat at a chair opposite him ‘you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… if it’s too traumatic or whatever…’

‘No no, I would,’ he assured her ‘it’s just… it’d take a long time and… I’ve not got that long before I must return.’

‘Figured.’

He looked a little hurt by that ‘I’m… I’m to be King.’

She said nothing.

‘I have the unenviable task of…. Rebuilding Asgard.’

She looked at him ‘Oh god… Asgard’s…’

‘All but,’ his mask slipped a little ‘but… I have help. A lot of help.’

‘What hap- again, it’s none of my business-’

‘It’s not that Jane… it’s a lot to think on and I’m… not sure where to begin.’

‘I get that,’ she nodded ‘I’m so sorry Thor…’

He smiled ‘Thank you.’

‘Is there…’ she stopped herself. No, of course there wasn’t anything she could do. Stupid question, but it was too late now.

‘Um… what can I do?’

‘Well,’ he leaned back in his chair ‘there is one thing.’

She frowned ‘What’s that?’

‘Asgard… Asgard was too far removed from the rest of the wider universe. My father never truly understood this and… he always took the view we should not interfere. Well, I think… As King, I will try to open the channels with other worlds, put us on a more even footing. We’ve been up on our high horses for far too long now.’

‘Literally.’

‘Hmm, indeed,’ he drained his cup and placed it on the table ‘I wish to form a council of worlds… a Congress, I believe the term is.’

Jane felt like someone had gripped her lungs.

‘All the Nine Realms shall be represented… as best they can… Including Midgard. There shall be two Senators from each world… I’ve picked one from Midgard already, but I only really had another in mind.’

She froze.

‘What?’

‘Jane, I think you should represent Midgard.’

It probably wasn’t the first time she forgot how breathing works.

‘I just…. What?’

‘You will be called to the Congress once a month, to discuss matters of trade, technological, scientific and the like, with other Senators from across the World Tree.’

‘Um… Why… Why me?’

‘You, Jane Foster, know the science of our worlds better than most on Midgard.’

‘Yeah but… I can’t be a Senator! I’m no politician-’

‘You speak well, you command respect.’

‘That’s not the same thing! Who’s the other person you have?’

He raised his eyebrows ‘Bruce Banner.’

‘Wait, what? Where’s he been?’

‘Oh that’s-’

‘A tale, yeah… okay, I’m sorry,’ she buried her face in her hands ‘I need time to think about this… have you spoken to like… I don’t know, the UN? The President? Like… it’s a bit more than just asking some rando- especially if she is your ex-girlfriend- to take up a huge responsibility like that! I mean, that looks shady don’t you think?’

She was aware she was getting a tad hysterical.

‘Also, I have my work!’

‘Once a month- and before you ask, I promise, I will not trick you into a magical treatment.’

‘Yeah, you’d better not,’ she tried to calm down ‘look… Thor, you need to think this through. Speak to your own people about it first, get their agreement.’

‘If I do, will you at least… consider it?’

She felt lost, as if she might float away, untethered from her body ‘I’ll… I’ll think about it but… God Thor… I’m not sure about it.’

‘But you are at least a little open to it.’

She glared at him ‘A little, a little, but Thor I swear… you drop out of nowhere to just… You’re just the worst…’

He took her hand ‘Please Jane… at least think about it.’

She sighed ‘Okay… just… y’know… Sorry, it’s not that I’m not grateful you still think highly of me, it’s just… oh God.’

‘I understand, but… you must trust me on this. I would not ask you lightly.’

She held onto her cane and swung herself upright.

‘Is this your way of getting me to Asgard?’ She asked.

The flicker in his eyes was a give away. She wasn’t good at reading people, but he was pretty open about his feelings, even when he tried to hide them.

‘No…’

He couldn’t just beam up his ex-girlfriend, even if it was out of a kind of pity, or guilt…

‘How about this…’ she proposed ‘if I can build a successful Einstein Rosen Bridge, I’ll make my own way. No nepotism required. If I make it up there, I get to work with your mages and magic users finding a way to work with them- not speaking for my whole planet, just… scientist to the equivalent of scientist.’

He looked surprised ‘I thought you said it was… not possible.’

She shrugged ‘Well… then I’ll make it possible.’

The skepticism on his face was a tad insulting, but she let it pass. He was trying to do her a favour and she just… turned him down. But, if there was one good thing about being single, she was no longer required to keep someone else bolstered and happy. If he didn’t like it, he’d have to live with it. She knew herself well enough that a real, consequential political role was not for her, especially not on this scale.

‘I understand.’

No you don’t, she thought.

‘Thank you,’ she held out a hand ‘and… I am sorry I can’t be of more help.’

‘You are welcome in Asgard Jane,’ he told her, shaking it gently.

‘I know, but I’ll make my own way there,’ she tried not to enjoy the warmth of his palm too much. She had loved his hands.

‘And I look forward to it.’

She said goodbye, amicable as always and sat down, wincing at the impact on the chair. She tried to take it all in, failed and reflected it was a good time to go home.

She needed a night, maybe two, to just… deal with this.

Then, as always, she’d get to work.

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