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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years ago

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Would you like a cookie? (ft. G Dragon)

Neighbour AU, Friends to Lovers AU

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@unabashedturkeytreeslime

@kwonnansi

@happiestgirlontheeastcoast

Word Count : Around 9k

It’s Jiyong’s birthday today, and so, I wrote a one shot about him :)))) Happy Birthday!! I hope you have a wonderful and happy year ahead:)) For those who are following Hatred and Love, I’m sorry for taking so long :(( I just want it to be perfect :))) There are appearances from Mino, Taeyang and Hyorin. Enjoy :))

Warnings: Language, Smut, Insecurities

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You sighed as you finally flopped down on your couch, exhausted. It was 1 am and you had only just finished moving in and getting your new apartment to look vaguely habitable. Oh, who were you kidding? The place was a mess with cartons of your stuff everywhere. You had just about managed to put away enough things to occupy your room, and although you knew you should just put away everything and go to bed once and for all, your love for naps got the better of you and you set an alarm for 3 am, telling yourself that your alarm was so obnoxiously loud that it was bound to wake you up. It wasn’t. You only woke up at 7 in the morning because the sunlight proved to be too much for you to sleep through. You groaned as you got out of bed, body aching all over from the work you did yesterday. You fought your instinct to just get back into bed and sleep the day away and jumped into the shower, hoping that a cold shower would jolt you out of the sleepy, dazed state you were in. It did, and as you got out of the shower, pink cheeked and fresh faced, hair dripping wet, you felt considerably better. You changed into a ratty old t-shirt and a loose pair of shorts and got around to finishing the rest of your work, no matter how long it took.

It took you ages, but you finally finished getting your new place in order, happy with how it looked. You looked down at yourself, making a small face when you realised how sweaty you were. You sighed and got in for another shower. After getting out and changing into something more presentable than your ratty old t-shirt, you headed straight for your kitchen, because you were determined to make a good impression on the neighbours and make them something from the heart. You wanted to bake them cookies. You knew you were a bit of a klutz, but if there was one thing you were proud of, it was your recipe for chocolate chip cookies. Even if you were saying so yourself, they were brilliant and no one who had ever tasted them to go back to anything else. You did the math. You would have to make enough for five houses. Two for the floor below you, two for the floor above you and one for the person across from you. You packed them up neatly, all wrapped in pretty paper and tied them with a ribbon, and as you looked down at them, you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that spread across your face and the excitement rising in you.

You rang the doorbell of the house across from you, waiting nervously. You were hoping you would be good friends with this one. After all, they were the neighbours closest to you. But as you rang the doorbell a few more times only to get no response, your excitement faded a little. They were either in there and ignoring you, or they were out. For your sake, you decided to assume they were out. You let out a long sigh and you too the lift down, determined to at least give the rest of the neighbours the cookies and make some friends. When you stepped back into the lift to finally go back home, you were decidedly bittersweet. You met the rest of your neighbours, and while they were lovely, you were hoping for someone more around your age. A friend. Not babies, no matter how adorable, or grandmas, no matter how sweet. You stared down at the neatly packaged cookies for your closest neighbour in your hands, and the only thing keeping you from throwing them away was your strong hatred for wasting food. Caught up in those thoughts, you didn’t realise that the lift went all the way down to the lowest level until it was too late. The only thing you could do was supress a frustrated scream and make do with rolling your eyes. Trust your luck. You just kept your head down, annoyed, not noticing the two men who walked into the lift just then.

Jiyong and Youngbae walked into the lift, Youngbae having just driven Jiyong home after a crazy work session at the studio. Jiyong was too exhausted to stand straight, let alone drive. They didn’t notice you at the back, and Jiyong was crabby from the exhaustion. Leaning against Youngbae’s shoulder, Jiyong frowned when Youngbae wouldn’t stand still, moving his head around, sniffing the air. Irritated, he asked,

“What’re you doing Youngbae?”

Youngbae looked around again, and sniffed. Sounding convinced, he said,

“Jiyong, I can smell brownies.”

Jiyong just rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look up.

“You’re going insane Youngbae.”

Youngbae frowned and persisted.

“No, seriously!”

You perked up when you heard Youngbae say brownies, sniffing around to see if that was true. You shook your head, confused. You couldn’t seem to smell them either. Jiyong let out a long sigh.

“Youngbae, I can also smell them, but that’s probably just my imagination since I haven’t eaten properly in days. You’re probably just hungry.”

Youngbae turned around now, sniffing around more insistently.

“No Jiyong, I can smell it! I swear it’s in here somewhere.”

And as he turned around, he made eye contact with you, who was also sniffing around. You gave him a sheepish smile, but he didn’t return it. His eyes just went straight to the bag in your hands. He looked triumphant when he turned to face Jiyong.

“See! I told you so! That lady has some in her bag!”

It was supposed to be a whisper, but you heard him anyway. You were confused for a minute before you realised it. He was just smelling the cookies. Just as you were about to reach into your bag and offer them some, Jiyong scoffed.

“Youngbae, she does not! Stop it! You’re just embarrassing her!”

Before he could say anything else though, you entered the conversation with a welcoming smile on your face.

“Actually, I don’t have brownies, but I think you’re smelling the cookies I baked earlier.”

You reached out and handed Youngbae the packaged cookies that you had originally intended for your neighbour.

“I meant to give this to my neighbour, but it’s late and I don’t think we’ll be meeting today. Would you like some instead?”

Youngbae smiled back at you, but Jiyong was so sleep deprived that he was more annoyed that he was wrong than pleased about the free food. He turned and looked away, and your smile faltered a bit. Youngbae eyes turned apologetic. He reached out for the cookies.

“Thank you so much. I’d be more than happy to have some. Please excuse my friend though. He’s hardly slept this week, and that’s making him obnoxious.”

Jiyong glared at Youngbae while you laughed, not feeling so bad after all. The lift finally reached your floor and you were about to get off and say goodbye when they both stepped out as well. Both your eyes and Youngbae’s eyes widened in surprise, Jiyong too tired to notice. Youngbae extended his hand in a handshake.

“Oh, so you’re Jiyong’s new neighbour? Welcome! I’m Youngbae. I don’t live here, but you’ll see me often because Jiyong is practically incapable of doing anything on his own.”

He ended with a joking eye roll. You laughed.

“Oh well, looking forward to seeing you Youngbae. I’m Y/N.”

You turned and tried to look at Jiyong. he avoided eye contact.

“Hi Jiyong. Nice to meet you. Since I already gave Youngbae your cookies, can I get you some more? I always have extras at home.”

Jiyong just stared at you, with your warm smile and crinkly eyes and ignored you, opting instead to turn around and walk into his house. Your smile faded. That was rude. And mean. And made you feel terrible. Youngbae mouthed a sorry at you before disappearing into the house as well. You sighed. Maybe you weren’t going to have a great relationship with your neighbours after all. Youngbae on the other hand, followed Jiyong in, fully intending to lecture him about how he treated you when he found Jiyong collapsed on the couch, fast asleep. He shook his head and left, knowing that Jiyong would apologise after he remembered how he treated you.

To say you were not a morning person was an understatement. You fucking hated mornings, and if you had your way, you wouldn’t get out of bed before noon. Which is why when you were woken up by the constant ringing of the doorbell at 9 am the next morning, you were pissed.

Without thinking about anything other than biting off the head of whoever decided to wake you up, you marched to the door, hair looking wild, eyes puffy and still wrapped in your blanket. You swung open the door, not knowing who it was but prepared to kill when you found a sheepish Jiyong standing outside your door. Your mood soured even more. What did this asshole have to say? Glaring at him, you dared him to say whatever he wanted to. Jiyong suddenly seemed very interested in the ceiling. Your voice positively frigid, you said,

“Yes?”

Jiyong jumped a little and then put on a brave front. He cleared his throat and began.

“Hi Y/N. I’m Jiyong.”

He smiled a warm smile, faltering a little when you didn’t respond with one of your own.

“I just wanted to apologise for how I treated you yesterday. I’m sorry. I was just running on two hours of sleep for a week, and I know that’s not an excuse, but I hope that gives you context for why I was so crabby yesterday. It was nothing personal and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

Your frozen expression slowly started to warm a little. You always did have a soft spot for guys who apologised and did it well, which was okay considering they were rare. You were still a little wary, but you melted enough to give him a slight smile. Encouraged by that, Jiyong moved a little closer, leaning against the wall with an adorably hopeful smile.

“Is your offer for cookies still on?”

Surprising even yourself, you found yourself opening the door and inviting him in for cookies. You were in your nightclothes. He was in his nightclothes. Neither of you said anything about it.

Four months later, you weren’t surprised when you came back home from work and found Jiyong lounging around on your couch, watching a drama. He raised his hand to you in greeting and you nodded, not joining him because you were going to shower and cook something for dinner. You and Jiyong had a routine now. You had become close. After the morning where he sheepishly came and asked for cookies, you started dropping by every time you baked something, and when you noticed he ordered food from outside for pretty much all his meals, you simply asked him to join you. You loved cooking, so making a little extra never bothered you. Besides, in thanks, he would help you clean your place, which was good, considering you could be a little … messy at times. Just like that, the two of you started spending more time together and got close. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his best friend, but you were still his binge-watching buddy and meal time buddy and that was okay. You also knew that you were a whole lot more invested in that relationship than he was because of the simple fact that you liked him. You might have developed a crush on him and you knew it was bad. You liked him and you wished you didn’t, because it was clear to the whole world to see that he didn’t see you the way you saw him. You wished you were more than just a neighbour to him, but you knew it wasn’t fair to expect any more. You were glad enough that the two of you could become friends. You knew not to push your luck, especially since his type seemed to be supermodels. You’d heard a lot about his ex from him, since they were still close friends. Of course, it hurt to have to see him with other women, and to have him never see you the same way, but you did your level best to never take it out on him. It wasn’t his fault either.

A few days later, you were just chilling at home, enjoying a lazy day baking. You couldn’t help but make small subconscious decisions for Jiyong’s sake, like baking his favourite lemon cake and caramel brownies. Once all the work was done, and you were satisfied with everything, you took a look at the clock. It was around 6 in the evening. Not too late to drop in at Jiyong’s studio and give him some food. You shook your head as you packed everything up. he never ate properly when he was working. Someone always had to remind him.

You reached the YG building, calling him as you parked your car. He answered on the third ring, sounding noticeably distracted.

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?”

You smiled and answered.

“I made your favourite cake and brownies. I thought I’d drop by with them.”

You were a little hurt when he just hummed an affirmation, not sounding too pleased, but you told yourself that it was probably just because he was busy. Getting out of the lift at his floor, you smiled to yourself because you knew he would love the food, when you heard your name. A woman’s voice was saying it.

“Y/N? Who is she?”

You also heard Jiyong sigh and then say,

“She’s my… friend.”

You couldn’t help the way your heart dropped. Was he seriously that unhappy that you dropped by? Did he really have to think about it that much to decide whether you were his friend? You paused for a minute to take a few deep breaths. You then forced yourself to smile the most realistic fake smile you had in you and pushed open the door. You originally thought you’d sit and watch him work for a while, but you didn’t want to make things worse, so you decided you’d go after dropping off the food. Your determination to leave cemented itself when you walked in and realised the woman’s voice belonged to his ex. One look at her, with her beautiful, goddess like skin, friendly smile and twinkling eyes made your gut twist. You knew the moment you saw her that you could never hate her. She was so nice and friendly. And it just made you feel even worse, because while you liked her personality, every second you spent around her made you feel worse about yourself. You were much shorter than her, your skin somehow looked both oily and dry, your hair was just a bundle of frizz. You felt shabby. You already knew his standards. It just hurt to compare yourself to it. Suddenly, you felt like your smile looked awkward, your clothes looked drab and you just looked like shit. Forcing yourself to keep the smile on your face, you waved at her. She smiled and moved to help you with the boxes.

“Hi Y/N. I’m (his ex’s name). These smell heavenly!”

You smiled back at her.

“Hi. I’ve heard so much about you! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

She laughed.

“All good, I hope?”

You bit the inside of your cheek before replying an honest answer that made your heart hurt.

“Yup, all good.”

You turned to Jiyong, who hadn’t bothered to acknowledge your presence.

“I made the cake and brownies. I just came to drop it off. I’ll get going now.”

For the first time since you arrived, he turned, looking at you questioningly.

“Already?”

You nodded, struggling to keep up the act. You felt even worse that he never let you go visit him, saying you would distract him, but his ex was right there with him. You thought you were close enough for that. Jiyong’s features slowly morphed into a frown once he took in your forced smile and your hurry to leave.

“Y/N, are you sure? Is everything okay?”

You painfully managed one last beam at him.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I just had a little time so I thought I’d get these to you. I’ll get going now.”

And you left before he could stop you and interrogate you again. You might have cracked and told him, but you knew you didn’t need a rejection when you already knew what his answer was going to be.

You wanted to avoid him for the next few days, once the raw pain of your last encounter with him left, but you didn’t have to worry about that, because he was too busy working anyway. He didn’t come home for the next ten days and he didn’t bother to even send you a text, asking you whether everything was okay or thanking you for the food. You didn’t expect thanks, but you were still a little hurt that he didn’t bother to check up on you. You tried your level best to get rid of those thoughts, because you knew you were behaving like you were entitled to his affection, but they just weren’t going. So, you let yourself sulk for a few days and slowly, you got over it by just not thinking about it. When he finally did come home, you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for the next two days because he typically sleeps through two days straight before wanting to interact with humans. You figured you would be okay by then. Life, unfortunately, had other plans for you.

It was the third day, the day Jiyong would typically get up. he had already texted you saying he would be over for dinner that night. You couldn’t explain what that text made you feel. You felt elation at the thought of seeing him again, but you also felt excruciating pain at the thought of having to be around him and pretend like he was just another friend. You bit your lips, deciding to go shower to get those thoughts out of your mind. You just stepped into the bathroom, humming a little tune and stood under the shower, fiddling with the controls to try and get the perfect mixture of hot and cold when the shower handle broke. It just plain snapped into two. You stood there, staring at the broken off handle in your hand, unable to believe it. You had some weird DIY hair masque of yoghurt and honey on your hair and you had to wash it off. It was late and you wouldn’t be able to get a plumber. Your head started to hurt when you realised what that meant. You would have to go and ask Jiyong whether you could use his bathroom. Cursing yourself for your weird affinity for late night baths, you gathered up all your clothes and covered your hair with a shower cap. You threw on a loose shirt and muttering under your breath, you went and rang Jiyong’s doorbell. He opened the door, standing there in a loose t-shirt and shorts, rubbing his sleepy eyes before he finally looked up and realised you were standing there. He blinked a few times, taking in the sight of you standing there with yoghurt all over your hair and a bunch of your stuff in your hands, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. He started to smirk, and with a teasing look in his eyes, he said,

“Well, hello grandma. I didn’t realise you were visiting me today. You know, you look really young for your age.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him.

“Haha, very funny. My shower isn’t working and I need to wash this stuff out of my hair.”

He groaned.

“Oh god. My bathroom is going to smell awful, isn’t it?”

but he still opened the door to his bedroom and showed you to his bathroom. While he was showing you how to work the fancy rain shower he had, he turned and looked you over, frowning.

“You take your time. I’ll order some pizza. You look tired. Take a break today. Oh, and thanks for the cake and stuff. They were really good.”

You were grateful he turned around and didn’t notice the slight blush you had spread across your cheeks. He cared.

You had a long, relaxing shower. That fancy shower really did make a difference. You sang your heart out, although you weren’t any good, and danced along to some of your favourite songs, taking your time to condition your hair, wanting it to smell nothing like yoghurt. You stepped out and towelled your hair, taking your time to put on some moisturiser and got out of the bathroom to change into your clothes, with only a towel wrapped around you. You were not expecting Jiyong to be in the room. Both of you froze for a second and then, he started. Looking straight at your eyes, he started talking, with not a single sign of embarrassment or awkwardness at having seen you like that.

“Oh, you’re done? I wasn’t sure whether you had a towel, so I came to leave one here, just in case. Also, the pizza will get here in the next five minutes.”

And he walked out, leaving you stumped and dismayed. Were you so deep inside the friendzone that even seeing you in a towel made no difference to him? You flopped down on the bed, upset. Seriously? Were you that bad? Were you so invisible to him? You groaned. Just when you were getting over the last thing, he found another way to hurt your feelings. You sat up and slapped yourself lightly.

“Okay, Y/N, come on! You just need to get through this one night.”

You started changing, about to put on your bra, but then, with a determined snort, you decided against it. You would try again. Just one more time. He had to react in some way if you were braless. If he was the slightest bit attracted to you, he would make a move.

Two hours later, you just waited to walk through your front door before crumbling again. He didn’t. He didn’t make the slightest move and didn’t even acknowledge it, and it was pretty obvious with the loose t-shirt you were wearing. He didn’t behave the slightest bit perturbed. Seeing you braless and in only a towel had done nothing to him. He just wasn’t attracted to you. And as you sat there, eyes red, eating salted caramel ice cream, you told yourself to suck it up. it wasn’t something you didn’t know already. You had met his ex. That crippling feeling of insecurity came back. You remembered how horrible you felt when you compared yourself to her, and a tear slipped out of your red eyes. You sniffed and took a large bite of ice cream. You would be okay. You had to be.

You were right. You had to be okay. So, you forced yourself to be okay around Jiyong. you had gotten pretty good at it. You were trying to stay positive, thinking about how you got to spend time with him, but you being stuck in the friendzone was still stuck at the back of your mind. A week after you realised just how deep down there you were, Jiyong randomly asked you something in between a drama.

“Y/N, I’m throwing a party tomorrow. It’s going to be quite chill, nothing too crazy. Just some food, some drinks and some alcohol. Of course, you have to come.”

He paused to glare at you.

“Because I know you don’t have any plans for tomorrow, but I was wondering whether you’d help me with clean up duty? You remember our deal, right?”

You mentally banged your head against a wall, because you did remember the deal. Whenever either of you would throw parties, the other would help clean up if they were free. He had already helped you once with that. You couldn’t get out of this one. You also felt like smacking yourself because you knew that somewhere deep down, you were getting hopeful that if you dressed up and looked nice enough, Jiyong might change his mind about you. You didn’t show him any sign of your inner monologue and you smiled.

“Sure, I’ll be there.”

Sure enough, the next day, your stupid, ever-so-hopeful side won out, and you went digging in your closet to find something that would make you look hot. You finally found it. That one outfit you bought on a whim that would save your life. A long black skirt, with a long slit on the left with a wine-red spaghetti strapped crop top. You knew his kind of crowd and it was the perfect mix of formal and sexy. You just threw on a shawl over that and picked out your strappiest of black heels. You didn’t like wearing them. They were painful, and they dug into your heels, but you were desperate. You wanted Jiyong to notice you. Taking a little time to give yourself one final pep-talk, you finally opened the door to Jiyong’s apartment, searching the crowd for him. You scanned the room, seeing a few faces you recognised. Youngbae and Hyorin smiled at you. Mino gave you an exaggerated wink, but you couldn’t find Jiyong. You face fell a little. You looked everywhere for him, unable to find him anywhere until you got to his bedroom. It was locked, and you were about to walk off, thinking it was just some random couple hooking up, when you heard Jiyong’s voice along with a voice you wished you didn’t recognise. So, it was just him and his ex in there. You scoffed to yourself and walked back to the living room, heading straight to the bar to get a shot. You didn’t want to get drunk. You just didn’t want to be so unhappy, and just a little bit of alcohol helped calm you down. You stopped at that one shot and moved away, finding a place on the couch, staring down at your phone. A few minutes later, Jiyong and his ex walked back into the room. you took one look at them and you felt a little sick. She was wearing his shirt, and he was wearing his shirt inside out. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what happened there. You blinked rapidly, trying to fight the tears you could feel were threatening to fall. You had gotten all dressed up, worn those ridiculous heels, done your hair and make up all nicely all in false hope. Why would you even try when she was around? Laughing a little at yourself and how pathetic you seemed in that moment, you refused to look up at him. You didn’t want to make eye contact. You would just wait to help him clean up. No more interacting with him for the night. You got up and went to the balcony, sitting in the swing, vigorously set off on mentally lecturing yourself about what an idiot you were, when you felt the seat dip next to you and you heard a familiar voice in your ear.

“Woah noona! You look great tonight!”

You turned to smile your first warm smile for the night at Mino.

“Thanks Mino.”

You and Mino met by accident, but got along really well. It was one of those nights were you just wanted to stay home and have a few drinks. A few drinks quickly became a lot and you were quite tipsy by the end of it. You were about to call your friend to come and drink with you when you heard a loud knocking on the door. You were curious about who it could be and you opened the door only to find Mino slumped against the wall, a stupid smile on his face, singing to himself. He got to his unsteady feet when he heard the door open.

“Ahhh hyung! Why did you take so long? Come! Let’s get drunk!”

and lifted his beer bottle. You lifted your can of beer and clinked it against his. Laughing at his confused expression, you said,

“I support the motion. Come in, I’ve got some drinks inside.”

When he started looking around puzzled, you laughed and had pity on him.

“Jiyong lives there.”

And you pointed at the door across from yours. You extended your hand and smiled.

“I’m Y/N, his neighbour.”

Mino looked back and forth between the two doors, confused for a little while and then he grinned at you. He shook your hand and walked into your apartment.

“Hi Y/N noona. I’m Mino, your new drinking buddy.”

He continued in a mock whisper.

“Jiyong hyung is a whiny drunk anyways.”

That night, the two of you did a rom-com movie marathon, both extremely tipsy and binging on all sorts of junk food. And Mino was right. He did become your new drinking buddy. And one of those nights when you were drunk, you had confided in him about your crush on Jiyong.

Mino looked at your warm smile and your surprisingly glassy eyes, and he knew why you were upset. He sighed and gave you a hug.

“I’m sorry he didn’t notice noona.”

You laughed. A small, humourless laugh, and then you snapped yourself out of it.

“It’s okay Mino. Don’t apologise. It’s not like you did anything wrong.”

Mino looked at your sad smile and he had to supress some anger at his hyung and how obtuse he could be. With a flirtatious smile, Mino tucked a little hair behind your ears.

“Well, noona, I, for one, think you look absolutely gorgeous tonight.”

You laughed at his attempt to cheer you up.

“Thanks Mino, but you’re a lousy flirt.”

He pouted and made the infamous puppy dog eyes.

“Noona, I’m not that bad!”

You ruffled his hair, and smirked.

“Sorry to break it to you, but you are actually that bad.”

Mino jumped to his feet and grabbed your hand, dragging you inside. He turned to face a surprised you and smirked.

“Well, for that series of insults that shattered my ego, you owe me a dance.”

Your eyes widened, making you look almost comical.

“Mino, you know I can’t dance!”

He gave you a light smirk as he twirled you around, making your back lean against his chest. His hands snaked around your waist and he reached for your hand to drape it over his neck. He slowly started guiding you to sway along with the rhythm while he leaned down and whispered in your ear,

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

You smiled with a light flush on your face.

“Okay Mino, I’ll admit that was smooth, but why are you doing this?”

He twirled you around again and pulled you even closer to him, leaning down to whisper in your ear and one of his hands reached up and undid your bun, letting your hair fall loose.

“Much better. I’ve always liked your hair like this.”

Leaning in even closer, he switched back to his normal self. In a low whisper, to make sure no one could hear him, he said,

“Noona, just go along with this. I have a hunch.”

You stared at his face suspiciously for a few seconds before giving in. You rested your head against his chest and pulled him down closer by his collar.

“I have no idea what you’re trying, but I’ll go along with it. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway.”

Mino just looked up to check whether his plan was working, and as he felt his hyung glaring daggers at him, his smirk deepened a little. His plan was working. Mino continued to blatantly flirt with you, and to the rest of the party, it seemed like the two of you were a thing, when in reality, both of you were struggling to not laugh. Mino twirled you around one last time before gently running his hands up and down your sides. He led you off the dance floor and back to the balcony. He looked at you, dead serious.

“Y/N noona, you trust me, right?”

You nodded. Mino looked behind you, and as he saw that familiar build, he knew he was right. He looked back at you and said,

“Trust me on this one too.”

And he grabbed your face and leaned in to kiss you. You closed your eyes, prepared to kiss him, but that never happened. Instead, you felt someone grab your hand in a vice grip and pull you away, muttering a half-hearted apology to Mino about how he needed your help with something. He pulled you straight through all the crowd and into his room, locking the door behind you. You stared around you and you felt a little sick. Wow, he was really something else. He had the gall to bring you to the room where he hooked up with his ex less than an hour ago because he was jealous you were dancing with Mino. You started to feel more than a little annoyed. He was really starting to get to you. You looked away at the walls and ceilings, not wanting to have to see his face. Jiyong’s voice was low and angry when he said,

“What the bloody hell were you doing with Mino out there?”

Still not looking at him, you replied.

“How is that any of your business?”

Jiyong was so angry he was practically hissing.

“It is my business if you try to hook up with my junior right in the middle of my house.”

You snorted, too incredulous to actually say something. Jiyong continued.

“You two were practically fucking on the dance floor.”

You froze for a second, shocked, and then, you hardened. Jiyong had gone too far. Your voice positively frigid, you said,

“I see.”

And you walked out, leaving a shocked, blabbering Jiyong behind. His expression melted when he saw you walk out. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

You spent the rest of the night on the balcony with Mino. Mino just took one look at your expression when you walked out of the room and he knew that things hadn’t gone well. And so, he decided to sit with you and keep you company, making sure you didn’t feel too low. You appreciated it. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that Jiyong looked sad, apologetic, and he kept trying to make eye contact with you to try and apologise for the way he blew up, but you staunchly refused all of that. You didn’t want to talk to him. Not when you felt so hurt that the only reason you weren’t crying was because you were angry. Slowly, around two in the morning, people started to leave. Things were pretty close to wrapping up by 2:30. You were still sitting in the balcony while Jiyong was seeing his guests out. You had decided to stick things out and help him clean up because you didn’t want to owe him anything because you were planning on avoiding him after that. Youngbae, Hyorin and Mino were the last people to leave. The three of them were watching the two of you and trying to figure things out. Hyorin shook her head and muttered,

“God, Jiyong is an idiot.”

Youngbae nodded in agreement.

“He is. He’s really bad at trying to show her that he likes her.”

Mino took one look at the two of you and sighed. He rubbed his hands together and said,

“All right then. I’m going to go help speed things up. Make sure Jiyong hyung sees this.”

And as Mino walked over to you, Hyorin led a confused Youngbae up to Jiyong, making Jiyong turn around just in time to see what looked like Mino kissing you. In reality, he just grabbed your face and made faces at you, but from the back, it looked like a passionate kiss. Jiyong also saw you laugh and give Mino a tight hug. He didn’t know you had no idea why Mino did that and that you called him crazy, but he had seen enough. All his sadness melted away and was replaced with jealousy, making him quite rude to you.

You had gone to the kitchen, getting a trash bag so that you could get the work over and done with quicker. You hadn’t even been gone from the living room for five seconds when you heard Jiyong’s angry voice call you. Pausing for a second to steel yourself, you stepped back out.

“What is it Jiyong?”

His voice was harsh when he said,

“Were you trying to get out of cleaning duty?”

You just rolled your eyes and held up the trash bag.

“Clearly not, Jiyong.”

And you ignored him, moving around the house, getting rid of all the trash. He stared at you for a second, annoyed and unsure of what he should do next and then he got out a mop and began mopping up the spills around the place. He kept stealing glances at you, trying to get you to look at him, because the awkwardness between the two of you was killing him, but you never looked up at him. not even once. Jiyong didn’t know what to say, and the jealousy was clouding his mind. He had liked you ever since he first saw you, with all your hair sticking up and in ridiculous pyjamas. He had tried to drop hints. He had tried to make you jealous. But nothing seemed to work. He had resigned himself to thinking that you didn’t like him, and he would just have to get over it, but when you walked in, looking so unbelievably beautiful when Mino kissed you, he just felt himself lose it. Still mopping, Jiyong asked,

“So, Y/N. You and Mino, huh?”

You didn’t respond, but he needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear you tell him that you liked someone else so that he could finally try to move on. You stiffened when he said that, but didn’t say anything. He repeated himself, a little louder the second time around. You pretended like you didn’t hear him. Jiyong had had enough. he threw the mop down, letting the loud noise echo through the apartment, and walked up to you, grabbing your chin and making you look at him.

“Y/N. I’m asking you whether you like Mino.”

You stiffened, as though determined to fight it out before your body became slack, as though you gave up. You gave him a slight smile and with a shaky voice, you said,

“God, Jiyong. You really know how to hurt a girl, don’t you?”

He froze. You were sad. He had made you sad. Why were you sad? He watched you walk away for a second before realising that you were leaving. You were done. You had tried your best to help him and if after all that, Jiyong was still going to cause you so much pain, you were done. You had just walked through the door of your apartment, prepared to curl up in bed and cry when you heard someone walk in with you. You groaned, a little teary by now.

“Jiyong plea-”

He cut you off by slamming the door behind him and turning you around, so in a matter of seconds, you found yourself being pressed against a wall. He put his arms on either side of you, preventing you from moving. He had his head down, breathing heavily, as though trying to come to terms with something. He looked up at your teary eyes, his eyes equally pained and asked,

“What did you mean?”

You had nothing to say. You could only stare at that beautiful face, contorted in pain and confusion. His voice slightly calmer this time, he repeated himself.

“Y/N, what did you mean by that? When did I hurt you?”

You couldn’t help the tear that rolled down your cheek at that point. How could you possibly explain how he hurt you? He gently reached up to wipe your tears. His voice was soft when he said,

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath, trying your best to not become a crying mess.

“Jiyong, it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean any of it, except for just now, when you were an asshole about Mino.”

His voice both pained and soft, he asked,

“But what did I do Y/N?”

Fuck it. It was now or never. You already knew things with Jiyong would never be the same again. Tears started rolling down your face as you said,

“Jiyong, how?! How do you not know that I like you?”

Jiyong’s world froze around him while you broke down and started sobbing, desperately trying not to fall onto his shoulder. You refused to look up, scared to meet the pitying gaze you were sure he would have, but he gently but firmly grabbed your chin and made you look at him. when you finally opened your eyes, he was staring at you with a soft, gentle warmth.

“Y/N, how do you not know that I like you?”

It was your turn to be shocked, staring at him in uncomprehensive confusion. His hands cupped your face as he gently wiped off your tears.

“Y/N, I’ve liked you ever since you moved in here.”

You pouted a little, your lower lip trembled with a threat of tears.

“Jiyong don’t lie to me. You’ve never seen me that way. I know you hooked up with your ex today. You don’t need to pity me that much.”

All his anger, all his jealousy was gone and he just shook his head earnestly, thoroughly confused.

“Y/N, I swear we did not hook up today. We’ve never hooked up after we broke up. She’s seeing someone else.”

You stared at him, still a little suspicious.

“But you made it so clear that you only see me as a friend. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

He looked back at you, still confused.

“What’re you talking about?”

You sighed and grabbed his hand, walking over to the couch and sitting down there.

“We might as well get comfortable. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

He sat down next to you, waiting until you had crossed your legs and turned to him. Glaring at him, you asked,

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Why didn’t you behave like you liked me?”

He stared at you, incredulous.

“What do you mean “behave like you liked me?” Y/N. You’re the only person who has succeeded in getting me to eat well and on time. Loads of other people have tried too, but you’re the only one who succeeded. Why do you think you succeeded?”

You stared at him, still suspicious.

“Why do you think I spent so much time at your place? Because no matter how tired or sad I was, being with you cheered me up. you should ask Youngbae about that sometime. Before I met you, I would just stay in my apartment most of the time.”

You were still staring at him suspiciously. Jiyong rolled his sleeves up and turned to face you completely.

“I tried to make you jealous all the time.”

Catching your glare turn deadly, he quickly added,

“Now that I’ve experienced that method myself, I know how shitty it feels, and I swear I won’t ever do that again. But seriously. I tried to make you jealous so many times, and there was absolutely no reaction from you. That is the only reason I didn’t say anything to you. I thought that you would have reacted or said something or gotten mad if you liked me.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered,

“It’s called self-control.”

His voice turned soft.

“I know now. And I’m sorry. I didn’t realise how much it hurt to have to see that. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m just dumb when it comes to stuff like this.”

You sniffed a little, his words finally getting through to you.

“But why didn’t you say or do anything Y/N? And what was that with Mino?! You let him kiss you.”

Your eyes turned fiery again.

“First off, Mino didn’t kiss me, he just made faces at me! Secondly, I didn’t do anything?! You think all those times I came back from work, exhausted to the bone, but cooked or baked your favourite food was nothing? What about all the all-nighters I’ve pulled to keep you company when you’re working on something important? You know how much I value my sleep! What about all the ridiculously sappy shows I’ve watched with you, all though the lines made me want to gag?!”

You snorted, and gestured towards your outfit.

“Look at me! I dressed up like this, with shoes that make me feel like I’m walking on glass, hoping that you would notice me!”

He winced a little and while you continued on your rant, he slowly reached for your feet and slipped them off without you noticing.

“The only reason I didn’t say anything was because of all the girls you were around. Your ex is a literal supermodel. How do you think it made me feel to compare myself to her?! And it didn’t help that you showed no signs of liking me back.”

He moved a little closer to you and held your hand.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

His eyes were sincere, and you knew he meant it, but you needed some answers.

“Why was she wearing your clothes and why is your shirt on inside out?”

Without batting an eyelid, he moved even closer and answered in an earnest, sincere voice.

“She puked all over herself and me, so both of us needed to change. I put it on like this because I was in a hurry to see you.”

Your breath hitched when he said that and you blushed. Still, you continued.

“What about the time she was in your studio? So, it was okay for her to be there but not me? And why was there hesitation when you called me your friend?”

“I didn’t want to call you my friend when I want you to be my girlfriend. And yeah, she can be there, but you can’t, because I can still work if she’s there, but if you’re there, it is literally impossible for me to pay attention to anything or anyone else.”

You heart started beating a whole lot faster and your face turned red. Your voice wasn’t so sure when you asked your last question.

“What about the time I showered at your place? You walked in on me wearing nothing but a towel, but you didn’t react at all.”

His hands gently pushed pulled you closer so that he could wrap his arms around you.

“Y/N, I didn’t want to make it awkward for you. I didn’t react the way I wanted to because I thought you didn’t like me and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Your heart was beating so fast, you were sure he could hear you. All you could manage was a sheepish,

“Oh.”

One look at your face and Jiyong knew what he was going to do next. In one smooth movement, he lifted you onto his lap, making you straddle him. His fingers gently traced patterns on the soft skin of your thigh, exposed by the slit in your skirt. His other hand wrapped around your waist, he pulled you as close as he could and pressed his lips against your ear, gently murmuring,

“Do you want to know what I wanted to do to you that night?”

You nodded slowly.

“Well, Y/N.”

His fingers reached for the straps holding your top up.

“I wanted to undo that small knot holding your towel up and throw you on my bed. Oh and don’t even get me started about your braless stunt afterwards.”

His fingers undid the knots of the straps, letting your top fall to the ground, leaving you in a wine-red lace bra. His eyes darkened considerably, and you gulped seeing the lust in them, knowing fully well that your eyes looked the same. His hands ran across your back, making you arch against him.

“I wanted to make you scream my name. I wanted everyone to know exactly who was making you feel that way.”

His hands gently ran across your collar bones.

“I wanted to leave some marks against your pretty neck.”

His hands gently travelled down your body and grabbed your ass.

“I wanted to make you a moaning mess, so much so that you would barely be able to remember your own name.”

Feeling his erection, you rocked your hips against his, the feeling making you moan. His lips were pressed against your neck when he said,

“Yes, just like that.”

Looking straight into your eyes, he said,

“I wanted to fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk.”

You let out another moan from just his words. You looked straight back into his yes and replied.

“Well then Jiyong. Do it.”

In a matter of seconds, he lifted you up in his arms and kissed you, a slow, teasing kiss. He walked towards your bedroom and dropped you down on the bed, taking a moment to pause and admire how beautiful you were. You were a little breathless when you said,

“Jiyong. Shirt off. Now.”

He smirked at you, but obliged. He climbed onto the bed over you, hands reaching behind you.

“Princess, I might have listened to you just now, but don’t get the wrong idea about who’s in charge here.”

Before you could roll your eyes and give him a snarky response, he unhooked your bra, pulled it off and swirled his tongue against your nipple. Your hands went to grip his hair, holding him there while you threw your head back, moaning his name. He looked up at you and smirked.

“See, I told you that you’d be moaning my name.”

And then shifted his attention to your other nipple. You were getting wetter and wetter, sure that your panties were soaked with how wet you were. He moved up to your neck, and sure enough, he began leaving small marks all across your neck. He leaned back for a second to admire his handiwork. You were flushed and panting. Your nipples were almost incredibly hard and your chest was covered with hickies. He kissed you, growling against your ear.

“Mine. All mine.”

You knelt on the bed with your hand on his belt, getting ready to make him feel a little better, but his hands gently grabbed your and held them away. His voice was teasing, but firm when he said,

“Did I say you could do that princess?”

He pushed you back as he slipped off your skirt.

“Tonight, I’m going to focus on you. It’s my way of apologising for making you feel jealous all those times.”

You were squirming, because every little touch of his took you too far, but he firmly pulled you legs apart and pulled off your panties. His fingers slowly ran over your clit while he watched the way you shivered from that. He brought his fingers to his lips and stared at them.

“So wet and all for me?”

You nodded, unable to take your eyes off him. Staring back at you with almost feverish intensity, he slowly licked his fingers and leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips, and that made you even more wet. He them made his way to your thighs, pausing to pepper them with light kisses and hickies. You were moaning.

“Jiyong please.”

His eyes teasing, he asked,

“Please what?”

You stared at him pleadingly. He smirked and sat,

“Say it.”

Your face red, you managed to whisper,

“Jiyong, will you please eat me out?”

His smirk deepened.

“As you wish princess.”

And he started. He gave a long, slow lick across your vulva before finding you clit. You were holding his head, pulling his hair as you moaned his name again. He licked around your clit, gently teasing till he reached the very edge of it, but never directly on it. By now, you were raising your hips, unable to sit still. You threw your head back and moaned out his name again. He paused for a second, only to give you a devilish smirk and say,

“Nope. Not loud enough.”

before diving back, this time giving your clit a long, firm lick. He then swirled his tongue around it before pressing down on it harshly and curling a finger into you. Without meaning to, your moans and screams became much louder, unable to contain yourself. He knew you were close from the way you were panting. Jiyong lightly nibbled on your clit before sucking on it, and with that, you came, shuddering a little as your breathing slowly steadied. He was about to get up when your hands ran across his chest, pulling you closer to him before you said,

“You said you were going to fuck me so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk.”

His face morphed into that same devilish smirk.

“My princess is so needy for me.”

Before you could reply, he reached for your clit and rubbed down on it, hard. You were already sensitive from your orgasm, so you could only moan as you fell onto him.

“Yes, Jiyong, I am needy for you.”

Still smirking, he reached for condoms in his drawers. You quickly undid his belt and removed his pants. He slid on a condom before pushing you down. He just pushed into you with no warning, making you gasp from the sudden change. Jiyong gave you a minute to adjust before he began moving, rough and fast. And hitting that one spot inside you without fail with every single thrust. You were already screaming when one of his hands reached down to play with your clit, making your screams even louder. Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks. His breathing was getting shallower and his thrusts unsteady. You were both glistening with sweat. He pulled out completely before pushing into you again, and with that, both of you came. He flopped down next to you, both of you tired. You turned and pulled him into a long, gentle kiss. He pulled away to smile and stroke your hair.

“I guess it’s a little late, but will you be my girlfriend?”

You laughed and nodded eagerly.

“I’d be only too happy to be your girlfriend.”

And you kissed him again. It was long and slow for a while, before things started heating up again. He pulled you onto him with a smirk.

“I guess it’s time for round two then.”

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Snippets with Mount Lady

Yu Takeyama (Mount Lady) x Fem Reader A/N: This is a few stories merged into one. There are three stories in the same universe, the third one involves kidnapping and a brush with death if that’s not your cup of tea. The third story also includes a mention of sex (unrelated to the kidnapping situation), but does not depict the act itself. Thanks for reading!

(Story One)

Yu Takeyama entered her apartment with a satisfied grin on her face. Her hero debut was perfect! Sure, Woods did a lot of the work, but she ended up in the spotlight. In a way, that made it even better. All of the glory without all of the work and now she was ready to bask in the attentions of her doting girlfriend. “Oh, (Y/n),” she called, elongating the name with a musical lilt. “You’re favorite hero has arrived,” “Oh, Ragdoll?” Came the reply from another room. Yu rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “No, not Ragdoll,” she huffed. “What a random hero to pull out of your ass just to annoy me,” “Sorry, but Ragdoll is pretty cute. If not her then... Oh my god, Hawks?!” A giggle sounded soon after Yu let out a displeased groan. “(Y/n)!” Yu pouted, walking into the living room. She stalked over to the couch that her girlfriend was currently splayed across and took one of the throw pillows from the edge and began to beat (Y/n) with it.

“Oh, tis the newest hero to enter the fray! Mount Lady saved the day!” (Y/n) laughed, tucking her knees over her stomach to try to lessen the impact of the blonde’s blows. “Yeah, and I was in a really good mood before you decided to pull that little stunt,” Yu grumped, plopping down on the newly vacated spot on the couch. “Aw, sorry honey,” (Y/n) sat up and adjusted herself to lean into the debut hero’s side and braved the storm to place a quick peck on her cheek. “They were covering your catch on the news, I felt so lucky that I got to see some of the action and I’m so very proud of you, my absolute favorite hero,” Yu turned to face her girlfriend, a small smile tugged at her lips and she began to lean in. (Y/n) prepared herself for a kiss, but Yu’s smile morphed into a smirk as she pulled back a little just before their lips touched, making it (Y/n)‘s turn to pout. “You should have started with that and maybe I would have given you a sweet reward. I’m an up-and-coming hero now, you’re practically dating a celebrity. My time is valuable and I’ll have plenty of fans vying for my attention in no time so you had best adjust your behavior,” “Glad to see this isn’t all going to your head,” (Y/n) scoffed, sarcasm dripping with every word. “You know, I’m starting to feel even more sorry for that Kamui Woods guy,” “How did I know you’d bring that up,” Yu sighed and subconsciously leaned further into (Y/n)’s side, “Listen, he had plenty of time to catch those guys, how could I not go for the glory when they practically fell right into my lap!” “I’m pretty sure it didn’t go down that way, but it’s a special day so I’ll let you have it,” (Y/n) smiled fondly, “Come with me to the kitchen? I made you a little something to celebrate your good fortune,” “Now we’re talking,” Yu smiled excitedly. She ran in front of (Y/n) to get into the kitchen. “Awww, (Y/n)!” She cooed, looking at the prepared food sitting on the counter. “You made my favorite!” “Congratulations, for being someone’s hero today,” (Y/n) smiled. “And here’s to many more days to come,” “Awww, you’re gonna make me cry you sappy bitch,” Yu sniffed. (Y/n) laughed and hugged Yu from the side. “Well, come on then, don’t want it to get cold. ‘Have time to go out tonight, or do you need to rest?” “Are you kidding? I’m not an old grandma, (Y/n),” Yu huffed between mouthfuls of food. “Not saying you are, I just don’t want you to over exert yourself. You’ll be working a lot more now, you know?” “I’ll always make time for us. You’re like, my top priority,” Yu replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Now who’s being a sap?” (Y/n) grinned. Before Yu could fire a retort, (Y/n) leaned into her side and pecked the debut hero’s cheek. “You’re my top priority too, and I know how hard you worked to get where you are today and how important this is to you. I will understand if you are busy and need to cancel plans, or you come home late, or you’re too tired to go out. Just be honest with me, because I want to support you in any way I can,” “(Y/n)...” Yu mumbled, a rare flush of color spread across her face. “If I’m a sap, than you’re like a whole goddamn tree, which would be fitting” she chuckled. “And if you really mean it... I’d rather stay in and relax tonight,” she added sheepishly. “Sounds good to me,” (Y/n) replied, smiling fondly. *** Yu felt bad about having to cancel on (Y/n) again, she really did, and she felt like crying when her girlfriend’s voice assured her over the phone that she had nothing to worry about. “I’m really sorry, (Y/n). You were looking forward to this, I was looking to this,” Yu apologized again, sighing over the phone. “Yu, it’s alright, really,” (Y/n) assured once more. “Don’t fret over this, there will be other date nights. Just focus on the mission ahead. The League of Villains sounds dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt so be careful tonight alright?” “Of course I’ll be careful, what do you take me for?” Yu scoffed. “I wouldn’t have been approached if they didn’t think I could handle this,” she said, her assuring words were as much for herself as they were for her girlfriend. “Um, the briefing is starting soon so I have to go. I’ll see you soon, okay?” Yu said, a slight tremor in her voice. “Alright, be safe, I know you can do this. I love you,” (Y/n)’s voice came through strong and reassuring, she was glad that Yu couldn’t see her anxious leg bouncing over the phone. “I love you, too,” Yu simpered, cradling her phone closer to her cheek. “I’m gonna give them hell,” she chuckled nervously. “I have no doubt, help bring that boy back home, okay?” (Y/n) brought her knees up to her chin, curling further into the couch, her eyes darting to the muted news station on the tv. “Will do, bye, (Y/n),” “Bye, Mount Lady,” When the call disconnected (Y/n) returned her attention to the tv screen and turned the sound back on, waiting for coverage on the recovery mission as it unfolded. *** “Yu!” (Y/n) cheered, relief flooding through her system as her battered girlfriend stumbled through the door. She caught her in her arms and hugged the hero close as Yu’s head fell on her shoulder in pure exhaustion and her arms wrapped loosely around (Y/n)’s waist. “What are you still doing up? It’s late... or early I guess,” Yu’s muffled voice came from where her face was buried in (Y/n)’s neck. “Do you really think I would be able to sleep when you were dealing with a crazy dangerous criminal organization on the other side of town?” (Y/n) asked incredulously. “And that’s without the rumblings that I could feel during All Might’s fight, it was like the tremors of an earthquake! There was so much destruction...” “I know, it was insane,” Yu solemnly agreed. “To think that such evil could hide right under our noses like that,” (Y/n) shifted in Yu’s sluggish hold and raised the hero’s head to examine her face. “Speaking of noses, how is yours? It must have hurt to take a whole human to the face, despite your size,” she asked, gingerly cupping Yu’s masked face in her hands. “Ugh, I had hoped you didn’t see that,” Yu groaned, embarrassed. “Hey, it was a good save. You helped those kids escape with that quick thinking,” (Y/n) reminded, gingerly kissing Yu’s bruised nose. “Come on, I might have something for that in the med kit in the bathroom. Then a shower and some nourishment and then straight to bed,” (Y/n) declared, guiding Yu to the bathroom. “Pfft who are you, my mom?” Yu snickered, following (Y/n)’s directions and sitting on the edge of the tub. (Y/n) simply rolled her eyes and focused on the task at hand, carefully removing Yu’s mask and setting it beside her before tending to the bruised face, gently cleaning the cuts until all were covered. “Does anything else hurt?” (Y/n) asked, pushing blonde locks away from Yu’s forehead scouring her features for anything she may have missed. “Nah, I’m good,” Yu sighed pleasantly, holding (Y/n)’s hand to her cheek. “Thanks for patching me up,” “Anytime,” (Y/n) left Yu alone to shower and began preparing a light meal for a Yu since she said she wasn’t too hungry. Eventually Yu emerged from the bathroom in her comfiest leggings and a hoodie she had stolen from (Y/n) within the first month of dating her. She yawned and sat at the counter, her gaze sleepy, yet full of gratitude as (Y/n) places a plate in front of her. After eating, Yu pulled (Y/n) to the bedroom despite the young woman’s protests. “The dishes will be there tomorrow,” Yu said, pulling (Y/n) through the threshold. “That’s kind of why I wanted to wash them tonight,” (Y/n) retorted. Still, she allowed her girlfriend to pull her down into the bed and adjust the covers around them. When she was satisfied, Yu immediately buried her face into (Y/n)’s chest and looped her arm and leg over her body, snuggling as close as she could and hummed contently. “Good night, (Y/n),” Yu mumbled. “Good night, Yu,” (Y/n) whispered back, noting how her girlfriend’s breathing had already slowed to a rate common with sleep. She sweetly kissed the top of Yu’s head before slipping into unconsciousness as well. (Story Two) (Y/n) would be lying if she said that the Mount Lady stans and simps that were popping up in droves didn’t annoy her to some degree. It didn’t help that a lot of them only seemed interested in Yu for her body alone. It was her least favorite aspect of dating her hero and it also didn’t help that Yu did nothing to discourage the attention. “I’m going to shoot for the sexiest hero spot,” Yu had said before she had officially became a hero. “Midnight is so overrated, I could totally take that old hag’s place,” Now (Y/n) wished she hadn’t simply laughed off the seemingly one off comment because if there was one thing (Y/n) knew, it was that her girlfriend was a shameless flirt and she certainly used it to her advantage in gaining new followers. (Y/n)’s eye twitched as she placed another seedling into a larger container of fresh soil, her ears catching the tail end of the interview playing from the tv in the flower shop storefront. “Mount Lady, any last words for your budding fanbase?” The reporter eagerly asked. “Just keep your eyes on me, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed with what I have to offer,” (Y/n) could see the flirtatious body language and insane confidence without even actually seeing it. She rolled her eyes and blocked the rest of the interaction out. Opting to focus on her array of plants. People had filtered in and out of the store throughout the morning and by mid afternoon the shop was silent save for the tv, an occasional drip of water, and the whirring of a fan. (Y/n) was about to sit down for lunch when all hell broke loose. No less than twenty people came in all at once in a frenzy. “Hey, I need a bouquet of roses, stat!” One man yelled over the crowd. “Forget a bouquet, I’ll take the whole damn bush!” another voice called out. “I’ll buy everything you’ve got!” “Okay, stop!” (Y/n) yelled. She never had felt the need to hire extra help more than at that moment as people tore through the front of the store making a grab at any blooming plant they could get their hands on. “You’re all acting like animals, if you can’t treat my plants with respect then you aren’t welcome here!” “What the hell is going on in here?!” Every neck in the room snapped to the front door and it was so quiet (Y/n) could hear the fan once more. (Y/n) looked out from her position guarding the nursery from the unruly customers to see her girlfriend in her hero costume staring wide-eyed at the chaos that was seemingly frozen in time. “Mount Lady,” (Y/n) called, causing Yu to finally jerk her head in her direction. “Could you-“ “Mount Lady!” The unwelcome patrons cried, drowning out (Y/n)’s voice. “Tell me what you like, I’ll buy you anything from the store!” One woman declared. “I’ll buy you the whole store if that’s what you want!” Someone else practically screamed. “Mount Lady, will you go out with me?” “Hey!” Yu finally yelled, startling everyone. “Do you guys see what you’re doing to this nice little shop?” She held her arms out and gestured to the knocked over soil and a few broken pots and trampled flowers. “You better believe you’re paying for the damage you all caused. Then I must ask you all to leave the premises immediately. I hope you all reflect on the behavior you exhibited today, don’t align yourselves with me if this is how you treat the hard work of others!” She scolded. (Y/n) hung back and it finally registered that many of the people in the shop were wearing some form of Mount Lady merch and it almost made her feel worse knowing that the people were destroying her store to present gifts to her own girlfriend. She crossed her arms tightly and watched from the nursery doorway while Yu chewed out the fanatics as they left generous amounts of cash on the counter and filed out the front door in shame. When the group finally left, (Y/n) and Yu sighed at the same time. One sounding more angry and drowned out the more tired, resigned sigh. Yu watched as (Y/n) kicked off the door and turned the open sign over in the front window before kneeling down to pick up the bigger flower pot pieces. Yu quickly knelt in front of her and began picking up more fragments. “You don’t need to help clean up,” (Y/n) informed tiredly. “Aren’t you still on patrol?” “Yeah, I’m helping clean up the aftermath of a public disturbance,” Yu muttered. “Hey, don’t worry about it. It wasn’t your fault,” “But it was through!” Yu groaned. “I had an interview and right at the end someone asked me what I liked and I was thinking about how your flower shop wasn’t that far away from where I was so I said I liked flowers,” “You couldn’t have known that your fans would take that as an order to ransack the first flower shop they could find,” “Well, no,” Yu began nervously, “but I did kind of have an ulterior motive,” “Yu?” (Y/n) gave the woman an inquisitive look as she tossed the pot fragments into the trash bin. “What are you saying?” “I had an idea that some fans would be in the area and would be bold enough to buy me flowers... and since you’re the only flower shop in this area, I thought it would be beneficial for the business to get more income and to me because I’d get your flowers,” Yu explained, embarrassment evident. “Yu, that... sounds like it should be illegal,” (Y/n) couldn’t hold back anymore and stopped sweeping because her body was racked with laughter. “What? No!” Yu said, defensively. “It’s not like I told them to buy from my girlfriend’s business and give me the flowers to be resold or something,” “That sounds like quite the scheme, sweetheart,” (Y/n) commented as Yu held open a bag for her to dump the soil back in. “Maybe it’s a good thing it turned out the way it did,” Yu huffed and frowned, moving the heavy bag back to its original position. (Y/n) checked out the windows to be sure no one was around before lovingly hugging her from behind, resting her chin on Yu’s shoulder. “Thanks for thinking of me, but unlike you, I don’t thrive off of the constant attentions of others,” she said, planting a kiss to Yu’s cheek. “You seem to like mine well enough,” Yu smugly replied. “You’re different,” (Y/n) shrugged. “You roundhouse kicked my ribs and took roost in my heart,” “How many times must I tell you that was an accident! No one should just walk up behind someone walking alone at night!” “Even if they were just trying to be a good person an inform the other that a creepy guy had been following and watching them from the other side of the street?” (Y/n) feigned surprise. “Although, judging from that kick and choice in career path I suppose I had nothing to worry about,” “Well, I don’t want to say I’m glad I kicked you in the stomach, but...” Yu let the sentence die off, bashfully twisting a lock of hair with her fingers. “Well let’s try not to repeat that,” (Y/n) laughed, “You’re a lot more practiced than you were back then and I’m sure I’d die,” “You would not die,” Yu rolled her eyes and couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks for helping me clean up, Mount Lady, however could I possibly repay you?” (Y/n) stretched, stepping away from the hero just as someone passed the shop windows. “It was no trouble, dear citizen,” Yu smirked, playing along. “You needn’t pay me, as a hero I gain all the payment I desire by helping those in need...” “I sense a but, coming,” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest as Yu moved to be close once more. “But a kiss from a woman as lovely as you would certainly help power me through the rest of my patrol.” Yu’s face hovered in front of (Y/n)’s, “If it’s not too much trouble, I would be so honored if you would,” “Oh my, who am I to refuse such a humble request?” Yu closed her eyes and leaned in, surprised that the softness that met her lips was not the one she was familiar with, she opened her eyes in mild confusion. A white lily, one of her favorite flowers, obscured Yu’s view of her sweetly giggling girlfriend. “I believe it may be best to wait until after your patrol, brave hero. That way you’ll have something to look forward to when you get home away from possibly prying eyes,” (Y/n) subtly twerked her head to the side and Yu caught sight of people lingering outside the shop and pouted. “Oh alright,” she grumbled, “See you tonight,” “Of course,” Before leaving with the lily in hand, Yu stopped at the door are turned back, looking a bit flustered. “I better get more than one kiss though,” “I think I can fulfill that request. Now go give out parking tickets or whatever it is you do, I’m ready to open shop again but if you’re still hanging around I’m bound to get mobbed again,” “Screw you!” Yu couldn’t help but laugh and with one last wave, she vacated the building. She couldn’t wait to go home. (Story Three) “Fuck!” Yu cursed, startling (Y/n) while she finished making breakfast. “What? What is it?” (Y/n) asked, turning off the stove to peer over her girlfriend’s shoulder as she frantically scrolled through her phone. “There was a data breach across multiple hero agencies that released a bunch of private information across several major social networking sites. Everyone knows we’re together now!” Yu shoved the phone in (Y/n)’s hand and she got up to pace around the kitchen. (Y/n) looked at the screen and sure enough, along with blood type, measurements, birthday, was her name listed as an emergency contact that identified her as Yu’s girlfriend. Meanwhile, Yu kept pacing and speaking out about her frustration and worry. “How could this even happen? You’d think the agencies would have better security than this! Not to mention my own agency got hacked! How infuriating! And- and now your name is out there! What if villains try to take you and use you against me?” Yu began spiraling. “Yu, hey, it’ll be okay,” (Y/n) put the phone down and went to comfort her girlfriend, pausing her pacing. “It’s only a matter of time until people figure out where we live. We should move. Start over in, I don’t know, Canada? That’s where the penguins live, right?” “Yu, honey, no,” (Y/n) clasped the young hero’s cheeks between her hands and forced her to focus on her. “We aren’t going anywhere. We’ve got a happy life here, and you’ve worked too hard to start over now. You weren’t the only one to get hacked and you probably won’t be the last. I know you’re scared, I am kind of scared too, but we’ll be fine. Things are going to be different yes, but we’ll adapt,” “How can you be so sure?” Yu’s voice was unbearably small as she clutched to (Y/n) for dear life. “We’ve seen things like this happen over the years. People will be obsessed for a week or two then move on to the next big thing. I know it seems very vulnerable now, and it may be hard to deal with at first, but we’ll pull through like other heroes and their partners and families have,” “This is most scared I’ve ever been, I don’t know what I’d do if anything bad happened to you,” Yu sniffed. (Y/n) held Yu close and rocked her in her arms, kissing her head in a comforting manner. They stood there in silence for a few minutes before Yu took a deep breath and steeled herself, reaching for her phone again while keeping one arm securely wrapped around (Y/n). “Maybe you should put that away for now,” (Y/n) advised “Looking might only make you more on edge,” “I’m sure everything has been taken down by now, I just- I want to know what the public thinks about all of this,” Yu fiddled nervously with the end the (Y/n)’s shirt as she opened Chitter on her phone. “Oh fuck, I’m trending!” “See what did I tell you?” (Y/n) frowned. “I think you should-“ “(Y/n)!” Yu cut her off, suddenly even more jittery. “Look, read some of these cheeps!” (Y/n) took the phone Yu had shoved in her face and began to read aloud the first post she saw. “Mount Lady is too hot to be gay it’s totally false info. Plus I saw a pic of the other girl and she isn’t even that great,” she read, (Y/n)’s eyes narrowed “Is this suppose to make us feel better or...?” “No!” Yu pointed at the cheep directly below, “Here, read that one,” “Yaaassssss Mount Lady swooping in with that sweet lesbian justice and I’m here for it,” (Y/n) looked up at Yu, tilting her head “but you’re bi,” “They don’t know that,” she shrugged, “not yet anyway,” she added with a smile. “I know that look, you’re scheming,” (Y/n) matched Yu’s smile and arched a brow, imploring Yu to explain herself. “If you keep scrolling through, you’ll see that a majority of those cheeps are supportive and even excited about us being together. If we play our cards right I could totally expand my fanbase!” She snickered. “Only you would use your sexuality as a marketing tactic. Well, you and those big corporations during pride month,” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest, “Also how would bringing more attention to our relationship help ease your worry about villains taking interest in kidnapping me?” “It doesn’t,” Yu honestly replied. “But, getting you public recognition and support can only be good in the long run. We’ll have more people who will have your back should, god forbid, anything happen to you,” “I’ll trust your judgement,” (Y/n) sighed. “Great, wait here a second,” Yu jogged past (Y/n) and disappeared into the bedroom. When she remerged, she was dressed in her hero costume looking immaculate. “Come on, come on!” She slung an arm over (Y/n)‘s shoulders and held her close, angling her phone for a selfie. “Wait a second, what are you doing?” “Isn’t it obvious? Selfie for social,” Yu said matter-of-factly. “I’m still in my pajamas. I haven’t even brushed my hair,” (Y/n) blocked out the camera with her hand. “At least let me get dressed too if we’re really doing this,” “Okay, fine,” Yu groaned. As (Y/n) lowered her hand from the phone, Yu smirked and snapped a picture. “That one is just for me I swear!” She laughed, watching (Y/n) stalk off to the bathroom. “Ready? Yu asked, eyeing her girlfriend appraisingly. “As I’ll ever be,” “Awesome, let’s take it by the window. The succulents are looking sharp this morning,” The couple positioned themselves in front of the window and Yu leaned her head against (Y/n)’s, winding an arm around her waist this time around as she positioned her phone in her other hand. “Hey, loosen up a bit. You look like this is a hostage situation,” “Sorry,” (Y/n) squirmed. “No need to be nervous, it’s just going on my official Chitter and immediGraph. Ooh, maybe we can make a ClickClock later,” “Uh huh, that is really making me feel better,” Yu lowered the phone for a moment before moving in to shower (Y/n) with kisses until the nerves devolved into laughter. When Yu paused her attack, (Y/n) took the moment to catch her breath and smiled lovingly at Yu. “Got it!” Yu cheered, bringing her phone to her face. “Hey!” (Y/n) pushed closer to look at the candid shot and pouted. “I look like a lovesick idiot,” “You are, that’s what makes this pic so perfect! I’m setting this as my home screen too,” (Y/n) groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Whatever, I need to go check on the greenhouse before I open for the day,” (Y/n) got up and started putting on her jacket and shoes. “Wait a minute!” Yu paused her filter searching to beat (Y/n) to the door. “You can’t just leave, not with all that’s going on!” “Yu, come on now. We can’t just stay home forever,” (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. “If memory serves, you need to be at your agency in twenty minutes,” “Ugh fine,” Yu grumbled, “but I’m walking you to the shop,” “Yu, you can’t possibly walk me to the shop and make it to your agency on time,” “Wanna bet?” Yu smirked, shoving (Y/n) out the front door and quickly locking it behind them. “AHHHHH!!!” (Y/n) yelled as the ground below her fell further and further beneath her. She clutched the giant fingers she was kneeling on for dear life as her screaming was nearly drowned out by Yu’s laughter. “Yu! A bit of warning would have been nice!” “Oh you’re fine! Just five or six carefully placed footsteps and we’ll be there,” Yu grinned, waving at the civilians below with her free hand. “I’m not sure this is an appropriate use of your quirk. We’re gaining more attention than if we just walked normally down the street,” “But you’re so tiny and cute!” “I’m not tiny, you’re a giant!” (Y/n) steadied herself on Yu’s palm, daring to peek at the streets below. She released a relieved sigh as her shop came into view with the last step. Yu carefully lowered her hand and (Y/n) slid off, smiling sheepishly at the people gawking on the sidewalk. “Bye sweetheart! Text me when you want to go home and I’ll pick you up, okay?” Yu called from above. “Y- Mount Lady, I can walk home!” “I’m afraid I can’t hear you from down there so I’ll just assume you’re agreeing with me, bye!” Yu blew a kiss before lumbering off, watching every step she took as she made them her way to her agency. (Y/n) tried to ignore the small crowd that had gathered in the street as she fumbled with the keys. Finally she was able to open the door and slip inside. Without sparing another glance she set up the shop for the day and took care of her plants and some general maintenance before returning to the main room. When she looked up, she saw many curious faces still looking through her windows. She took a few calming breaths before turning the open sign over, and unlocking the front door once more. She went to stand behind the front desk and had a brief, yet awkward staring competition with the people outside before someone finally reached for the door and came inside. To (Y/n)’s relief, the patron was a regular, a student from UA even. A friendly face that helped the florist feel a little more at ease. “Ibara, nice to see you!” (Y/n) smiled sincerely. “Good morning,” Ibara replied, returning the smile. “It seems you have quite the crowd already, although I’m not sure why they are just standing outside,” “Ehh, yeah, it’s kind of uncomfortable, isn’t it? I don’t suppose you checked social media this morning?” Ibara nodded, “I have, but even if I hadn’t, I heard people talking about the leaks on the shuttle. To be honest, I came to see if you would be okay,” “That’s very kind of you, but you needn’t worry. I’d feel bad if you used your weekend to check up on me. You heroes in training deserve to relax too after all,” Before Ibara could speak again, the crowd outside seemed to have gathered their courage and began filing in. “Oh boy, this is a lot,” (Y/n) sighed under her breath. “I’d be happy to help, if that’s alright?” Ibara offered. “You know what, Ibara? I think I’ll have to take you up on that,” (Y/n) said, she was starting to feel a bit faint as more and more people filtered into the shop. “In fact if you have any friends who would be interested in helping, please call them over,” Ibara managed to call upon her classmates Kendou and Testsutetsu who were more than happy to help. They made the crowd much more manageable and helped get people what they were looking for so they would be on their way. It was really helpful, especially when (Y/n) was stuck with some very persistent reporters. “What can you tell us about your relationship with Mount Lady?” “Are you using your relationship as a marketing ploy?” “Were you trying to make a political statement with that social media post?” “No comment, excuse me, but I have a business to run,” (Y/n) would try to dislodge herself from the situation but the camera operators would block her path as the reporters waved microphones in her face. “Why are you dodging the question?” “Do you think because your dating a pro hero that you are better than the average civilian?” “No! Of course I don’t think that,” (Y/n) said empathetically, still trying to put space between her and the reporters. Her forward answer seemed to cause a frenzy like blood on the open ocean, crowding the poor woman and berating her further. “Hey, back off!” Kendou, finally having enough, enlarged a hand and tried to push the press off of the overwhelmed florist. “Miss (L/n), have you coerced these children to work for you in exchange for internships with Mount Lady?” “We heard of an incidence not too long ago where Mount Lady had sneakily endorsed your business. Are you not aware of the strict sponsorship rules heroes must follow?” Kendou managed to push (Y/n) into the greenhouse and closed the door behind her, defending her from the outside. (Y/n) felt tired as the dull throb of a headache complimented the muffled yelling on the other side of the door. She reached for her phone but quickly remembered that she had left it behind the front desk. Instead she wandered to the back of the small greenhouse and laid on the small wooden bench she kept there, her hands folded over her stomach as she tried to calm her breathing. “I hope Ibara and the others are doing okay,” she muttered to herself, closing her eyes. “I hope Yu isn’t being hounded by the press like this. She could probably handle it better than me though,” “I’d say, from what I saw you have no tact at all,” (Y/n)’s eyes shot open and she jerked into a sitting position, flinging her head quickly to the side but saw nothing. “Who’s there?” She called. “You could say I’m a love rival I suppose,” the disembodied voice drawled. “Although it’s clear that I’m superior since your just some quirkless nobody,” “Is that what this is? Some kind of invisibility quirk?” (Y/n) backed into a corner, her arms covering herself defensively. “Well, I guess you aren’t completely stupid after all,” the voice jeered. “What are you planning to do to me?” “Take you out of the picture. You see, I’ve been interested in Mount Lady even before she was a big shot pro hero. I just saw her one day and knew she had to be mine. She would have been too, if you hadn’t got in the way that night!” “What are you talking about?” “Eugh, I was just trying to warn you about the man following you across the street,” the voice mocked, attempting to sound overly pained. “You, you were the one following her the night we met?” (Y/n) tensed. “Yeah, I’ve learned since then. Decided it’s best to have the element of surprise. All this chaos over the leaks gave me the perfect opening to slip in undetected with the crowd. I’ve trained my camouflage quirk intensely in the past couple years to prepare for this moment. The moment I make you disappear,” (Y/n) had been inching toward a pot of soil during the voice’s speech. Calculating approximately where it was coming from. She heard the sound of a shoe scuffing against the floor a bit to her right and quickly threw the pot in that direction. A loud grunt was heard as the pot collided with something mid air then shattered across the ground. (Y/n) darted back toward the door. Before she could yank it open, a force collided with her back and toppled her into the ground. As she struggled against the grip she called out for help. “IbaraKendouTetsutetsu!” She screamed before a hand clamped over her mouth. She was afraid that there was still too much noise in the main room, that they wouldn’t have been able to hear her, but thankfully Tetsutetsu burst through the door in all his shiny metal glory. He whipped his head wildly about the room but seemed to be unable to comprehend what was going on. “Hello, flower lady? You good?” (Y/n) struggled against the invisible force holding her against the floor and bit the hand covering her mouth, allowing for a moment of reprieve. “Tetsu, invisible enemy he-“ (Y/n) fell unconscious. The crazed man had dealt a blow to the back of her head, but the momentary outburst was enough for Tetsutetsu to fully understand the gravity of the situation. “Ibara! Kendou! An invisible villain has taken (L/n) hostage, and it looks like it’s an ability that extend to other people! Call the police!” Ibara was on the phone in an instant but Kendou was still dealing with the unruly press. Now newly invigorated by the juicy development, one woman grabbed her camera operator and excitedly talked into her microphone. “An unprecedented development here as Mount Lady’s girlfriend has apparently been kidnapped by an invisible force! Has she really been kidnapped or is it all a ploy for attention? Stay tuned and find out!” Tetsutetsu cautiously stepped into the greenhouse with Ibara on his heels, her hair whipping out defensively, searching. “The police are on their way,” Ibara called. “I suggest you give up now before you do something you’ll regret,” A loud crash caused the two students to look up. The greenhouse wall had been shattered, opening an escape route to the villain. “Oh no!” Ibara’s hair grew more frantic searching for any invisible resistance in its wake. “They left the greenhouse!” “Damn it, don’t let them get away!” Tetsutetsu yelled, running through the gapping hole. “Hey! There’s an invisible guy running around out here! He has a hostage he’s hiding with his quirk!” He yelled to the approaching officers. “Hey, I just felt something push past me!” A passerby yelled. “Split up! We got to find this man before it’s too late!” An officer yelled. “We need pros for this, should I call in Mount Lady?” Another asked. “No, she’s too close to the victim and may act recklessly. Call in someone who can see heat signatures, tracking abilities, anything that could help us find someone invisible!” Everyone was scrambling. The reporters finally left the shop to report on the chaos from outside. Kendou shooed the rest of the patrons out and joined her classmates, wishing they could do more, but without provisional licenses all they could do was watch. The camouflaged man ran down a vacant side street with (Y/n) lying unconscious over his shoulder. He grinned wildly believing that he was actually going to get away with his plan. *** Yu paused in one of the halls of her agency, seeing a group of sidekicks and interns crowded around a phone and rolled her eyes. “C’mon guys. I don’t pay you to sit around and do nothing. I pay you so that I can sit around and do nothing...” her voice trailed off as she saw what was playing out on the screen. A picture of her girlfriend in the corner of the screen while the newscaster relayed the situation. Missing, kidnapped. Yu turned on her heel and ran down the hall with sidekicks yelling after her. She didn’t stop to listen though, she could only hear the blood pounding in her ears. She could only focus on trying to bring (Y/n) home. “How could I have been so careless? Walk her to her flower shop as a 68 foot tall woman? I might as well have shot off fireworks that spelled out ‘want my girlfriend, come and get her!’” She scolded herself, fighting to keep her composure. Yu felt powerless, she couldn’t find an invisible threat by growing into a giantess. Still, she ran. Trying to think like a villain, she took to the alleys and paths less traveled, looking for any sign that (Y/n) may have been there. “Please, (Y/n), be okay,” she pleaded as she searched. “Come on baby give me some kind of sign, where are you?” “Mount Lady!” Yu jerked her head up just in time to see Kamui Woods land in front of her. “Woods I don’t have time to talk right now!” Yu attempted to push past, but Kamui Woods held his ground. “We’ve got people looking for her all over the city. We’re going to find her. We need to work together to get you home, then get back to the crime scene with something that (Y/n) uses often, something that would hold her scent so the trackers can narrow the search,” Yu bit her lip and nodded shakily. She had tried to concentrate on using her quirk, but Kamui stopped her. “There’s reason to believe that the leaks are why this is happening. If the villain sees you tromping around they may do something even more reckless,” he explained. As much as Yu wanted to protest, she gave in and allowed her colleague to procure wooden transport as they parkoured their way over to the apartment. Yu burst inside and grabbed a few of (Y/n) favorite house clothes and tossed them at Kamui. “You’ll travel faster without me. Get those to the trackers, I’ll catch up,” “Alright,” Woods sighed, “don’t do anything reckless,” he flew over the building, using his wood quirk to fling himself as fast as possible. Yu ran behind from the ground searching every corner in vain as if she would suddenly be able to see the invisible menace who stole her love away. Clenching her fists tightly, she picked up her pace toward the flower shop greenhouse she knew so well. By the time she got there, police tape surrounded the building and broken glass littered the sidewalk. Not many officers were left at the scene since it was determined that the villain had vacated the area. The forces involved had spread out and followed the tracking heroes as they searched for (Y/n)‘s scent. “Mount Lady,” Yu turned her attention to the three students coming toward her, all looking despondent. “We’re so sorry he got away. We couldn’t stop him,” Ibara sniffed. “Don’t blame yourselves. I’m sure you did everything you could. Besides, we’ll get her back soon,” Yu tried to put on a brave smile, but it wavered almost immediately. “We’ve got a scent trail heading toward the forest near the edge of the city!” A sidekick yelled, waving a walkie-talkie excitedly. Yu’s eyes grew hopeful and she almost forgot how to breathe, sparing a moment to give an appreciative nod to the three Class 1-B students before bolting off toward the forest. “I’m coming, (Y/n). Just hold on a little longer,” *** (Y/n)’s head was pounding when she finally came to. She struggled to cup her head in her hands and quickly realized that she had been tied up. She strained against the bindings, turning she that she was laying on her back rather than her stomach. She recognized the trees filtering light overhead and figured she had been taken to the nature preserve on the edge of the city. “Finally awake, are you? It would have been boring to kill you otherwise,” (Y/n) turned her head, surprised to actually see the source of the voice. A middle aged man with dark, sagging eyes who looked in desperate need of a shower from how heavily he was sweating. “I over-exhausted my quirk getting you here, but it’ll all be worth it once you’re gone,” “Do you really think Mount Lady would come to you even if we hadn’t met that night? You’re at least twice her age and you were following her from the shadows like a total creep!” (Y/n) wasn’t sure what came over her, but she almost immediately regretted saying anything. She wasn’t going to survive this by pissing off her kidnapper further and hastening her murder. The man grabbed her by the rope tied tightly against her chest and yanked her to her feet, looking menacingly into her eyes. “Maybe not,” his chuckle was callous and dark. “But with you gone I’ll at least have a chance and if she doesn’t like me well, she’ll learn to do so over time,” (Y/n) flinched as a knife was pulled from the man’s jacket pocket. It glinted in the sun as he moved to hold it in front of (Y/n)’s face. “Now how ‘bout we carve up that pretty little face of yours first before we send you to your early grave,” The knife just barely grazed (Y/n)’s tear stained cheek when a shot rang out and the crazed man let out a pained screech, dropping his knife to the forest floor along with (Y/n) as he clutched his heavily bleeding hand close to his chest. “Step away from the civilian, we’ve got you surrounded, come quietly!” A voice called from the cover of the trees. “No!” The man snarled. “I refuse to let all my training, my planning, go to waste!” He hissed, veins protruding painfully from his head as he flickered before vanishing from sight. “Damn it! Go go go! Get that woman out of there before it’s too late!” The voice commanded. The rescue team came in from all angles and witnessed (Y/n) try to wiggle away before disappearing as well. Fortunately, the tracker hero that had found her scent trail had identified the villain’s unique and wretched stench as well, he plowed into the scent head on and knocked the villain away, revealing (Y/n) once more and giving a sidekick the opportunity to carry her to safety. The team didn’t allow themselves to rest yet however. They may have rescued the target but she would only truly be safe if they could catch the villain responsible. “He’s running! The tracking hero yelled, “Block off access to the river or I’ll lose him!” The fastest of the group ran to cut the villain off, the tracker could be heard yelling what direction the man was heading as they disappeared further into the trees. “Are you alright, miss?” The sidekick asked, freeing (Y/n) from her binds and checking her over for serious any serious injuries. “I... I think so,” she took her time answering as she was particularly shaky and her eyes were still wide and alert, jumping at each rustle of leaves in the wind. “My head hurts but I’m okay, I think,” “Do you think you can get up? There is a line of police cars at the forest entrance, we can-“ “(Y/n)!” (Y/n) barely had time to look up before the sidekick was pushed to the side and she was enveloped in strong and familiar arms. “Oh, (Y/n), I’m so glad they found you! Oh, how could I have been so careless!” Yu cried, holding (Y/n) as close as she dared as she sobbed into her neck. “I’ll uh, give you two some space,” the sidekick mumbled awkwardly before heading over to the others who had stayed nearby. “Yu,” (Y/n) sighed, relief washed over her aching, tense muscles and she relaxed into the hold. “Yu, please don’t cry. I’m okay,” she rasped. Without the adrenaline pumping through her veins she suddenly felt drained, exhausted. “You’re not, look at you!” Yu gently swiped her fingers over (Y/n)’s cheek, drawing a pained hiss from the other woman. “You got cut, what else hurts? I need to get you to a hospital,” “My head still hurts from when he knocked me out, but I think that’s the worst of it besides the scrapes and bruises,” (Y/n) rested her head on Yu’s shoulder, letting out a short, surprised yelp when the ground disappeared below her and instead Yu’s arms were carrying her battered body. “I’ll never get over how strong you are, even when you aren’t using your quirk,” (Y/n) smiled tiredly, wrapping her arms around Yu’s neck. “Yeah, that is pretty sexy of me, isn’t it?” Yu teased, her eyes rimmed in with red from her tears. Yu began carrying (Y/n) in the direction of the city when people were coming back to the clearing. She paused and stared daggers into the man who was slumped over in the hold of two officers with a couple of heroes flanking their sides. Upon seeing Yu with (Y/n) cradled in her arms the man growled and strained against the officers’ grips. (Y/n) and Yu held each other closer. (Y/n) hid her face in Yu’s chest, but Yu persisted with her stony gaze. Had the man not yet been in custody she would have crushed him beneath her heel. Her gigantified heel. “You think this is over? She’ll be mine and you’ll be-“ Yu couldn’t help herself, she swiftly kicked the man and he doubled over in pain. No one seemed interested in explaining to her that it wasn’t very hero-like for obvious reasons, it was the least he deserved. Yu turned on her heel and adjusted her grip on (Y/n) and headed out if the forest without looking back. An officer at the clearing gave them a ride to the hospital. (Y/n) got her cheek and other bruised and scraped skin cleaned and dressed. The doctor also determined she had a mild concussion and discussed how to treat that with the couple. Yu had refused to leave her side the whole time. She held (Y/n)’s hand and stroked her hair, drew circles over her back with her fingers, anything to soothe her partner and to also make sure that she was really there with her. Police came by asking for statements and a general rundown of what (Y/n) experienced. They didn’t push her too hard since it was all so fresh and she looked so tired and shook up. They left once they had the basics and promised to keep in touch as more information was needed. Kamui Woods came by with the clothes they had used to track (Y/n) and talked with the couple awhile. Yu begrudgingly thanked the man for all of his help. She was sincerely grateful, but she didn’t want to admit it. When the doctor came back, she cleared (Y/n) to go home and Kamui Woods offered them a ride which (Y/n) eagerly agreed to. The poor girl was just too tired to deal with public transportation. On the way home, she fell asleep on Yu’s shoulder and when Kamui pulled up to the curve, he helped Yu open the car door so she could carry (Y/n) to the apartment. Kamui helped open the apartment door too, bidding farewell to Yu quietly before leaving the bag of clothes in the doorway and shutting the front door behind him. Finally alone, Yu carried (Y/n) to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. She smoothed over the sleeping woman’s hair and kissed her softly, positioning herself so she was propped up on her elbow and looking down at (Y/n). Before long, she had fallen asleep as well, an arm draped protectively over (Y/n)’s waist. *** The first couple weeks after the incident were hard on the couple and actually strained their relationship some. Yu didn’t want to leave (Y/n)’s side for anything and her work suffered. She had even suggested retiring from hero work to run the flower shop with (Y/n). (Y/n) however, wouldn’t have it. She knew how much Yu loved being a pro hero and flat out refused the proposition. “Ask again in like, twenty to thirty years and I’d be more than happy to run the business with you,” They had also taken up going to therapy. As much as they didn’t want to admit it, the incident had affected them both in very negative ways. Sometimes just having a mediator there while talking about that day or how it was affecting them now was very beneficial and helped strengthen their relationship in ways that made it seem even stronger than it was before the trauma. When the trial for the camouflaged man occurred, (Y/n) was called as a witness. It was determined that it was important for the jury to hear the account first hand in order to make a verdict. Yu sat in on the proceedings for moral support and seeing those warm, purple eyes brimming with love and support helped (Y/n) bravely retell her story. The man was sentenced to life in prison for first degree attempted murder, kidnapping, and assault. It was the first time in a awhile that (Y/n) felt truly safe again. Once things had calmed down and life felt normal again, (Y/n) and Yu were finally able to fully experience the positives of having their relationship public. They would meet people on the street who would express their appreciation and told stories of how their relationship and pride in their identities inspired them to come out or helped them feel less alone. There were lots of hugs and selfies during those meetings which fueled Yu’s ego a lot, but rather than finding it annoying, (Y/n) couldn’t help but find it endearing. It was just so Yu. “Hey lovely, ready to go?” (Y/n) turned to face Yu in her hero costume with the added feature of a bi flag draped over her shoulders as a cape. “I thought you had decided on street clothes for the parade,” (Y/n) smiled, watching Yu jump from foot to foot in anticipation as (Y/n) slipped on her backpack and reached for her own flag(s). “Yeah, I did, but then I thought about the publicity! People may not recognize me if I don’t keep up my brand. And I won’t have it be said that Mount Lady was a no show!” “That would be the end of days, wouldn’t it?” (Y/n) hummed. “It would! And what if people thought you were with some random girl, cheating on me while I’m out on patrol or something!” Yu gasped dramatically. “Oh, kind of like that tabloid about you and Kamui Woods a couple months ago?” “Ugh, don’t remind me,” Yu groaned, clinging to (Y/n)’s side. “It was kind of funny how concerned you were about whether or not I believed that,” (Y/n) mused, thinking back to how frantic Yu had been to express her undying love times a billion. “It may have just been a stupid half-assed tabloid, but we were kind of fighting at the time so I wanted to destroy any doubt that could have been planted in your mind,” Yu reasoned. “Don’t worry, if there was ever any doubt in my mind, you certainly demolished it. However I think just talking it out first would have been better than the sex first explanations later method you used,” (Y/n) teased. “Hey, you know I’m better at expressing myself through my actions than my words! I just wanted to let you know that you’re the only one I want,” “And what a way to convey that,” (Y/n) mocked fanning herself and earned a smack on the shoulder in response. “Alright, are we going out now or what? I’m planning on getting so much free food,” “Okay, okay, I’m ready. I hope you’re planning on sharing the bounty,” (Y/n) opened the front door for Yu and she stepped out behind her into the sun. “Oh, I suppose,” Yu responded after pretending to mull it over. “But what can you give me in return?” “I have it on good authority that you might enjoy a glass of wine, a massage, and some trashy tv when we get home,” “Oh hell yes! What are we waiting for? Let’s go out and charm some food out of some vendors!” Yu cheered, interlacing her fingers with (Y/n)’s. “I’m right behind you, Mount Lady!”

#bnha oneshots #mha oneshots #Yu Takeyama #Mount Lady #Yu Takeyama x reader #mount lady x reader

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amara-scott · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Journey

Movie: Triple Frontier Characters: Tom "Redfly" Davis x Reader Categories: some Angst, yelling, a lil fluff (good ending?)

"Could you pass me the salt?" I ask, stirring the sauce while keeping my eyes on the recipe that is written in this old book my mom gave me last month. She said even her grandma used it for cooking. Definitely looks and smells like that. I sigh, glancing up and see Tom staring down at his phone. "Earth to Tom?" I swing the tea cloth over my shoulder and lower the heat of the stove, seeing as the sauce is done anyway.

I take a couple careful steps toward his figure, him leaning against the countertop a few feet away. He is chewing his lower lip, deep in thought. His fingers moving across the screen as he types away.

"Hey there." I say, tilting my head slightly, trying to take a better look at his face. He finally meets my eyes but only shortly, looking back down onto the screen.

"Hey." He replies. At least. I throw the towel onto the counter next to him and stroke his upper arms.

"What's up?" I ask, not trying to come off as too nosey. He sighs, locking his phone and placing it onto the counter beside him before fully paying attention to me. He sends me a small smile. A tight one that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Nothing, all good." I hum at his reply, raising a brow, not believing him. He wipes at his face, gulping and turns to the side, my hands falling off his forearms I kept stroking with my thumbs.

He walks over to the pot, stirring and tasting with a spoon, his eyes squinting. "Needs salt." He holds out his hand to me and I grin, shaking my head as I see his smirk growing.

___

"-And I told her, you can't just walk up to him and say that! He'll think you're insane!" I giggle as I tell him about last weekend where I went out to drink cocktails with my best friends from high school. It's been way too long since I've seen them, us all having lives but all kept living in the same town we grew up in together.

He chuckles along and takes another bite of his potatoes, dipping them in the sauce. He seemed distant all day. Especially after that text conversation earlier.

"So, what's going on, Tom?" I try again, gently.

"Nothing, why?" He looks up, sitting up straight and takes the napkin to wipe his mouth before taking a sip of his beer.

"Just- you seem distant and like something is bugging you or someone-"

"-(Y/N), everything is good. Don't worry, okay?" He tries again but I don't get that reassuring feeling whenever he says 'it's all good'. Quite the opposite actually. The more I hear it, the less I believe it.

I place down my fork and clear my throat, drinking my wine. I place the nearly empty glass back down on the table and sit back, crossing my arms. Eyes boring holes into the table cloth.

"It just doesn't seem that way, is what I'm saying-"

"Seriously, let's drop this, okay? Nothing is the matter, you're about to make a big fuss over nothing. Just- don't." I look up at him as he uses his stern voice, like he's scolding me. I frown at him, rubbing my thighs, the topic really itching me and he knows it.

"But if something was the matter, you know you can talk to me, right?"

He sighs, closing his eyes, jaw tight. He stands up then, taking our plates and walking into the kitchen. I look after him and regret saying anything. My eyes back on the table, the rain outside catching my attention next. Loud, whistling wind and hard droplets coming down on the windows.

What a great date night. I stand up with a heavy sigh and take our glasses, following him into the kitchen. He's loading the dish washer as I walk up next to him to empty our drinks and he steps aside, giving me room to add the glasses to the dish washer. I close it and when I turn around he is gone. Way to avoid me now. After grabbing two bottles of water for us I head up as well.

I enter the bedroom but he's not here, neither in the bathroom. So he's in the study. I roll my eyes and place the bottles onto our night stands, getting ready for bed. I thought we'd have a romantic dinner and maybe even have sex but- I guess not. I am mad at myself for ruining this. But also disappointed, he clearly keeps something from me that is bugging him. But I realise it's probably for the better to just give him space.

I pull my dress over my head and glance at myself in the mirror as I take one of his shirts from the drawer. My new lingerie set. I huff, pulling off the black lace bra and throw it into the corner, missing the chair but I don't care right now.

"Tom, you coming to bed?" I ask down the hall as I enter the bathroom.

"Yeah, in a few." So, no. He won't. He will wait until I'm asleep.

Once between our comfy sheets I lie there, staring at the ceiling and listening to the rain. Soon my eyes drop closed and I drift off.

Light kisses to my neck stir me half-awake but I don't move, nor do I open my eyes. I feel him cuddling up to me, arm around my waist as he pulls me a bit tighter against him, breathing down my neck. I shift my hand up, placing it above his' and lacing our fingers. His thumb running across my hand as he leaves a kiss on my shoulder.

"I love you." He whispers, his beard tickling my neck. He told me one day that he hates going to bed without telling me at least once. I smile into my pillow but don't answer. Hoping he believes I fell back asleep already.

___

The next couple days we don't talk as much. Silent smiles and quick kisses. That's all. But I want to give him space. I remind myself every day. I know I would want the same.

We sit at the table, eating breakfast in silence. I choose to make his favourite for him while I eat cereal. Not really in the mood for anything fancy. The radio is playing in the background softly. The window open, allowing fresh air to enter our kitchen and the morning sun warming my skin.

"Santiago wants to come over later." He says and keeps his eyes glued to the newspaper beside his plate. I take a sip of my orange juice and nod.

"Does he want to stay for dinner? I wanted to make fresh homemade pizza." He nods, sending me a small smile.

"Sounds good." Conversation over. I hold back a sigh and stand up, clearing the table off dirty dishes and grab a few bags from under the sink.

"I'll go get some groceries, I'll be back later." I kiss his cheek, leaning over his shoulder and he places his hand on mine that rests there. His lips brush against my knuckles.

"I love you." He says, glancing at me over his shoulder as he lets go of my hand. I smile and kiss his cheek again.

"Love you more." I walk into the hallway and put on my shoes, grabbing my keys and phone, throwing both into my bag.

"Do you need anything else, Tom?" I call out but he says no, so I walk out the door, taking the silver pick up to get shopping.

Once I'm done I make my way back, parking in the driveway, another car already there. Santiagos. I smile, finally someone else to maybe get Tom back to his usual self.

I step outside and open the backseat door, taking a glance at the five bags and deciding I only want to walk once. I got this. Once I have all of them in my hands and arms I turn to the side, kicking the door shut with my hip, but it didn't close fully. I roll my eyes, sighing. Can't change that now.

"Need any help?" I nearly drop a bag at Santiago's voice but turn carefully, smiling at him through the paper bags.

"Hey you! How are you?" I say but slowly feel my arms getting heavy. He jogs over and takes the bags easily.

"Gimme those- I'm good, what about you? You look good." I wave him off, smiling and close the truck again. Walking toward the front door with him.

"You charmer, I'm good- you're staying for dinner?" I ask and he nods, grinning.

"Wouldn't miss (y/n)'s famous homemade pizza for anything." I open the door for him and take my shoes off after closing the front door once he's inside.

"Oh, you're in for a treat mister." I joke and follow him into the kitchen.

"Yeah? I sure hope so."

I see Tom outside in the backyard, drinking a beer and tell Santiago to go back to his playdate. He pinches my side and I flinch, playfully glaring at him as he exits, taking a couple cool beers with him on the way.

I store everything away and prepare the dough already, prepping all toppings and making the sauce. Once I'm done the men both walk back inside, Tom walking up behind me and kissing my cheek.

"How was the store?" I sigh thinking back.

"Damn crowded. For whatever reason. It's a sunny Friday afternoon."

"I feel like grocery stores are always crowded. No matter the day or time." I agree with Santiago as I pop a strawberry into my mouth, I offer them some after washing them and they happily start munching.

"So, what's the occasion for your visit? Just stopping by?" I ask as I sit down with them at the table. Must be torching outside.

"Yeah, something like that." I nod, not pressing the subject.

"Actually-" He starts again, glancing at Tom who shakes his head at him. "-come on man, you have to tell her eventually." He sighs, rubbing at his face.

"What's going on?" I ask, folding my arms and looking between them both.

"Nothing, it's-"

'-no, Tom, I'm actually tired of hearing that."

He looks up at me, hard face. "Let's not do this right now."

"When? Later? Tomorrow? In a week? Tom, I've been waiting for at least two weeks now. Giving you space, not pressing the subject- but I'm drained. I'm constantly worrying, my head is full of scenarios and none of them are any good. You either tell me or I will squeeze this out of Santiago."

There's a moment of silence before Santiago stands up. "I'm gonna be outside guys, Tom should be the one telling you." He pats my shoulder on the way out and closes the door to the backyard once he's outside.

My eyes are glued to Tom but he is just staring at the table, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"It's a bit more complicated." He starts and I sigh, relieved. He's finally telling me. At least that's what it feels like.

"I don't care how long you need or if you have to start over and over again. I'm right here, right beside you." I take his hand from his head and hold it in mine on the table. I send him a small smile, hoping I could encourage him to tell me everything that's been resting on his big heart.

He gulps, nodding. "You know that Santiago and I used to work together. Back in my military days." He pauses, looking at me. I nod, remembering him telling me on one of our first dates because I mentioned that a man in a uniform is instantly more attractive. He wanted to brag. But I also admired him. His bravery. I still do.

"Him and a few others I served with are going on a mission again." He continues, eyes not meeting mine. I stop stroking his hand but don't pull it off. I gulp.

I also remember telling him no matter how hot a guy is in a uniform, I could probably never be with a soldier, the constant worry, the goodbye. Not knowing what might happen.

I slowly nod, glancing over to the backyard, watching Santiago talking on the phone. I look back at Tom who finally meets my eyes.

"And you're joining them?" I state, even though I wanted it to be a question. He sighs, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

"I'm not sure." I pull my hand away and rub my eyes, standing up and walking toward the sink, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. I gulp it all down, setting the glass back down on the counter, hanging my head a bit. I close my eyes, then feel him behind me, running his hands up and down my arms.

"That's why you've been ignoring me?" I ask, turning back around, his hands falling to his sides.

"I needed to think. I had to weigh my options."

"What conclusion did you come to?" I ask, trying not to sound disappointed or sad. But it's hard.

"That I have to do this-" I want to interrupt him but he holds up a hand. "-I have to. If I want to be able to give you what you deserve. Provide for you. Have a good future with you. I can't even fucking afford a new fucking truck right now. How am I supposed to offer you a good, happy, carefree life if I can't even do something as simple as that?" He stops, seeming frustrated with himself and shaking his head at himself. He's avoiding my eyes now. "I fucked up my first try at a family. I don't want to loose you too."

I wait for a moment. Watching and waiting. But when he doesn't add anything I step closer and hug him, pulling his head down to my neck. I stroke his scalp and his arms go around my middle, pulling me even tighter. I feel a warm and wet sensation on the shoulder where his head is laying on.

"It's okay, you're okay." I whisper and can't hold back my own tears anymore. Seeing him break down like this was never something I'd want to witness. But I'm glad he opened up to me. Finally. The shows me he trusts me enough to let me in.

"You don't have to do any job for me, earn any money for me, dress a specific way for me- hell I don't even mind the truck. I love him. I call him Chuck the truck sometimes. You refused to name him, so- I had to get creative." He chuckles into my shoulder before lifting his head, shaking his head at me.

"I don't deserve you." He says, cupping the right side of my face and running his thumb across my cheek.

"Wrong. You deserve everything, Tom." He sighs, looking down between us before finding my eyes again.

"I don't." He argues but I can't respond before he kisses me, holding my face with both hands now. I melt against him and my fingers wrap around his wrists.

"I can come back another day-" We pull apart and look over at Santiago, holding up an empty beer bottle while grinning.

"No, you'll suffer for what you started."

With that Tom kisses me again, grinning against my lips as I giggle, hearing Santiago groaning and walking back out.

#imagine #tom davis x reader #tom davis imagine #triple frontier #triple frontier imagine

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ohsugar-honey-iced-tea · 4 years ago

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Welcome home, Dexter

It's Bella's birthday and Ina surprises her with the cutest little puppy ever! Pure fluff :)

Writing this kind of helped me. We lost our dog 2 weeks ago, so writing this helped me a lot.

Also a big thank you to @kulaykape for helping me with getting some inspiration :)

Enjoy!

@domakir @dopeyouth @thedaft1 @citybornchick @astrangeandunusualgirl

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Ina was very, very nervous for the next upcoming minutes. It was 4.45, Bella should get home from classes any moment now. Today was Bella's birtday, and Ina was going to make sure it was going to be one to never forget. She was going to make Bella's childhood dream come true.

*5 months ago*

Ina had a good band with Bella's parents, and she decided to call Bella's mother, planning on asking her what would be the perfect gift for Bella. Bella does so much for Ina, without her even knowing, she wanted to give her something that would tell her how much she meant to her and how serious she thinks their relationship is.

"Hello, ms. Fiennes, how are you?"

"I'm good dear, how about you? How's my little girl?"

"I'm good. We're good. Everything is going great."

They talked for several more minutes before Ina cut to the case.

"Bella's birthday is coming up in a few months. I want to give her something she's been wanting for a long time. Do you have any ideas?"

Ms. Fiennes simply laughed.

"Ina, sweetie, if you want to give her something she really wants, the answer to that would be a dog. Our neigbours used to have a black-brownish Golden Retriever she always walked and played with whenever she could. We also caught her telling that dog the problems she was having when she was going through something rough. We could never afford one because we had no time nor money, but if you want to give her her biggest wish, it would be a dog."

Huh. Ina always wanted a dog herself, and she knew her and Bella were ready for it. They were living together and were together for almost 2 and a half years now. And sure there was enough money, time and space in their appartment.

"Thank you, ms. Fiennes. I think I'll know what to do now. One question, do know any names she would like for a dog?"

"She always told us that if she would ever get a dog herself, she would name it Dexter if it was a boy, and Ella if it were to be a girl"

Dexter... that name had a nice ring to it

"Thank you for telling me."

"It's okay, sweetheart. Good luck! And if you'll ever get her a dog, make sure the dog will meet their Grandma and Pabby."

"I will make sure they will meet you very, very soon"

With that she hung up, opened her laptop, and started to look for the perfect dog.

*3 months ago*

Ina just arrived to the shelter to pick out their perfect dog. She told Bella she had to go to a night conference and that she had to go alone. Bella was a little suspicious, but believed her in the end. When Ina stepped foot in the shelter, her heart exploded with cuteness. 6 black little furballs stormed at her, making happy noices and licked her all over her face. Ina took her time, talking with the owner and observating the puppies. One caught her eye, the furriest of them all, cute, clumsy, and kept climbing into Ina's lap. It was decided. This little one was going home with her soon. Ina made the arrangements with the owner, signed all the papers and planned when she would pick this little rascal up.

*24 hours ago*

Ina came back to the shelter after buying a pillow, food and water holders, and a lot of toys for their soon to be best friend. She had bought a few balls, a lot of stuffed animals and a squeeky pear, which she knew Bella would absolutely love. She also bought a collar for him. A red collar, with the name 'Dexter' on it in golden letters.

When she stepped in, the puppies were a little bit bigger, but still furry and still very, very clumsy. But, Ina recognised her little friend the moment she stepped foot into the shelter, because that one came to her the fastest, and seemed to be the most happiest, almost like he knew he would come home with her. She talked for a bit with the owner, writing down everything she needed to know for the little puppy's first few months. And when it was time to go, the little furball said one last goodbye to his parents before being picked up by Ina. "Come on, little friend. Let's go home." Ina smiled softly and applied the collar to him. "...Dexter"

*present*

It was 4.55 and Ina did one last check if everything was on the right place. The squeeky pear on the table, the note next to it, and Dexter hiding with Ina in their bedroom. Ina's heart froze as she heard the front door open. "This is it, Dexter. This is it!!" Ina whispered excitedly to Dexter, and giving him a little kiss on his forehead.

"Babe, I'm home! Where are you, baby?" Bella asked. She walked towards the table and saw the squeeky pear lying on it. Next to it was a note. 'Squeeze me :D' was written on the note. So she did, she squeezed the pear, and when she did, Ina opened the door to their bedroom and Dexter started to run towards the squeeking sound.

When Bella heard the sound of little tippetytaps behind her, she turned around. And there he was, the black, fluffy, little furball, running excitedly towards Bella. Bella gasped, and fell to her knees, as the little pup was jumping up and down in excitement.

"Why hello there! How did you get in here buddy?" She said with the biggest smile on her face. Ina was watching her secretly through the door opening, being so insanely happy to capture this moment where Bella and her own dog meet each other for the first time. Dexter couldn't be more happy, jumping and barking (those tiny little barks were enough to make Ina's heart melt). Ina didn't even realise she had happy tears in her eyes until she felt them fall down her cheeks.

Bella kept petting the dog, and then she noticed the collar. "Why what a beautiful collar you have!" She saw the name on top of it. "Dex...ter?" Realisation hit her as Ina walked into the living room and sat next to her on the ground. "Ina, is this what I think it..." Bella was truly speechles. Ina smiled and kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." On that moment, Dexter started to lick Bella's cheek, as if giving her a kiss too. Now happy tears started to shine in Bella's eyes too. "But I never told you... I mean how did you.... how did you know?" Ina smiled, patting Dexters head and putting an arm around Bella's waist. "I called your parents. I asked what would be the perfect gift, and one thing led to another, and here's Dexter." "Thank you. So, so much. I've always wanted a dog." "Me too, and now, we have many, many years to enjoy little Dexter here." Bella smiled and kissed Ina in the most grateful way ever.

*the following evening*

After a lot of cuddling, putting Dexters stuff in the living room and letting Dexter get to know his new home, it was time for bed. "Now, Dexter" Ina started "this is where you're going to sleep! You'll have a lot of nice dreams here" Bella smiled to herself as she saw Ina interacting with Dexter. It was the purest thing ever. "Sweet dreams, Dexter, tomorrow is going to be a very fun day" they left the livingroom door and bedroom door ajar, so that they could hear if everything was going well with Dexter.

*One hour later*

Ina and Bella were both asleep, until Bella felt something down her side. "Mmmhhh.... that tickles, Ina" "I'm not doing anything, sweetheart" Ina said, and Bella put their light on and pulled her blanket up, to reveal a very furry, smiling little Dexter. Apperantly it had been storming, and Dexter got a little scared. "Well hello there, mister. Where you scared of the thunder? Do you want your mommies to protect you?" Dexter gave Bella his best puppy dog eyes, as if asking if he could stay. "Well," Ina started "it's your first night, let's keep him here, just this once. But this will not be a habbit, understood, little man?" Little did Ina know it was going to happen a lot more times.

*three weeks later*

Ina, Bella and Dexter just came home from their evening walk. "Okay Dex!" Bella started "let's see if we can teach you some tricks." Ina took her glasses off, and took a treat in her hand. "Okay now... sit!" Dexter looked confused at Ina, so she tried again. "Dexter, sit." But Dexter was in a playful mood, and took Ina's glasses off the couch and started to run away. "DEXTER NO! COME HERE" But Dexter was already on the other side of the room. Ina's serious mode got on. "Dexter, this is not behaviour we want to see in this family. Now give me back my glasses." And just when Ina was about to grab the glasses from Dexters mouth, he ran away. Ina tried many more times to her her glasses back, but Dexter ran away from her ever single time. "Ina, he's a pup! You shouldn't treat him like he's a student! Or as any person!" Bella said through her laughs. "Well, you try it then! Winner gets to top tonight" "Hah. You, little miss, have got yourself a deal." "I am a smart, dare I say intelligent woman with a pHd, I can explain human behaviour and I've been nominated for awards for my research, I'm sure I can get a dog to drop a pair of glasses." "Shush! It's my turn now" she walks towards Dexter. "Oh Dexter come see what I've got! I've got the squeeky pear! Much better then some glasses, right? Come get the pear, boy, come get it!" She threw the pear, and whit that, Dexter dropped the glasses and runned towards the pear. Ina's eyes were wide and her mouth open. "Here let me close that for you" and with that, Bella closed Ina's mouth. "Looks like you have to prepare yourself for tonight. I'm top tonight."

So Ina did.

And Bella fucked her silly that night.

Ofcourse with the bedroom door closed, because they knew Dexter wasn't, and will not ever be ready to see that kind of things. Little do they know Dexter will be able to open doorknobs later.

*4 weeks later*

Bella was alone at home, crying. Ina had left home for work while they were having an argument.

"Sometimes I feel like work is more important to you then me."

"Bella, stop being sad over every little thing. I don't have time for this." She snapped back. And with that, left for work.

Dexter woke up from his little nap, and heard Bella crying. He went over to her and tried to cheer her up. He sat next to her on the couch and started to lick her tears away. Bella started to laugh a little. "You're a good boy, Dex. Sometimes Ina is a little stupid, but we love her anyways, right?" And with that, Dexter lied down, putting his head in her lap.

Later that night, Ina came home. She had a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates with her. "Sweetheart, I'm very sorry I-" she cut herself off, because she saw Bella sleeping on the couch with Dexter in her arms. Ina couldn't help but smile a little. She put a blanket over the two of them and started preparing dinner. 'I guess a dog does make you feel happier, even when you're sad' Ina thought, as she was cutting up vegetables.

*one month later*

Ina and Bella were snuggled up on the couch together, with some snacks lying on the table, about to watch a movie together.

When the movie started playing, Dexter walked to them, sitting right before them, and introducing something he has never done before. 'The Infinite Stare'. When Dexter does this, he will stare at you without looking at something else, until you give him what he wants. "What does he want?" Ina whispered. "I have no idea" Bella whispered back, as she grabbed a piece of cheese off the table. She noticed Dexter's eyes following her hand, or more specificaly, the piece of cheese. "Oooh is that it?" Bella said excitedly. "You want the cheese? Can you catch it? 3... 2... 1..." and with that she threw it. And cute as Dexter might be, he is also very clumsy, so he tried to jump, but fell down to the ground. "Oh no, are you okay, Dex?" But Dexter simply ate the cheese, turned back to the couple and asked in his own way for another one. "This is going to be a long night." Ina mumbled. Bella chuckled and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Don't pout, babe, it's all part of the progress." She said, as she gave Dexter another piece of cheese.

When the movie ended, Bella had fallen asleep on top of Ina. Ina turned down the tv, made sure Bella was lying okay, and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to their bedroom. Of course Dexter supervised, making sure Ina wouldn't drop Bella. After they settled in bed together, Ina could see Dexter's little puppy eyes over their bed, begging to come up there with them. Ina tried to be firm, but who could say no to those puppy eyes? "Alright Dex, come on." She patted on the bed. Dexter jumped, but fell off first time. Ina facepalmed herself, but couldn't help laughing. Then, Dexter jumped again, and was lying between her and Bella.

Dexter nuzzled his head in Ina's neck, so Ina had both Bella and Dexter in her arms. As she caressed Bella's stomach, and fluffed Dexter behind his ears, she couldn't help but feeling happy.

'Maybe this is what true happiness feels like' was the last thing she thought before she fell asleep as well.

The end

#ina x mc #ina kingsley #choices #fluff

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puckinghell · 5 years ago

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Let It Snow | William Nylander

Summary Request:

alternatively, our flights get cancel and we’re two strangers who rent the last available car together (it might be a little dangerous but we’re living on the edge)

and

we always carpool home for the holidays from college but a storm hit and now we’re taking the last room at the local b&b

and

we don’t know each other that well but i found out that you’ve never been sledding skating and feel like it’s my personal mission to change that

Words: 10k (I’m SORRY) Note: So, a few things: I wrote most of this when I was either drunk or sick, so excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes. Second of all, you guys wanted one long thing instead of parts, so here’s 10k of word vomit. Third of all, this is cliche central, and I’m not even sorry. And lastly, I know Will’s family doesn’t live in Calgary anymore but I very well couldn’t have them drive to Sweden.

---

“I hate snow.”

It’s meant to be mumbled under your breath, for nobody to hear but you; you didn’t even really mean to say it out loud, but it kinda slipped.

You really hate snow.

The guy that’s sitting opposite you looks up. So far, he’s been engulfed in his phone, but now there’s an interested look on his face as he takes you in.

“Why?” he asks.

As if that’s a totally normal thing to ask a complete stranger in the middle or a crowded airport.

You shoot him a dirty look, take a sip of your coffee before answering him, your voice deadpan. “Have you looked around you?”

The guy looks, as if he actually hadn’t noticed before that the airport around him has been getting busier and busier, the people there more annoyed and miserable looking by the second.

“Oh,” he says.

Yeah, oh.

You huff and return your attention to the announcement board again, hoping the message is going to magically change.

It doesn’t. Flight delayed, it says.

“Are you going to Calgary too?” the guy asks.

Now it’s not really his fault: he hasn’t personally caused a huge snow storm to hit Toronto and he’s probably just trying to be nice, but you’re already in a bad mood.

So you snap: “No, I’m just sitting here for shits and giggles.”

“Never mind,” the guy mutters, and his eyes fix on his phone again.

Great, now you feel like shit about that.

However, the universe needs to give you a break. This has literally been the worst week of your life and it’s only Thursday: the only thing that has pulled you through so far is knowing you’re going to see your dad, and now it’s looking like that might be going up in flames.

“Excuse me, may I please have your attention,” a voice sounds over the speaker at your gate, and you perk up in your seat. “We regret to inform you that, due to the upcoming snow storm, all air traffic in this area has been cancelled until further notice. Your flight will not depart today. For more information, you may contact the information desk.”

“Fuck.”

The guy opposite you raises an eyebrow. “If you don’t want people to start a conversation with you, you might want to stop talking to yourself.”

He stands up leisurely, as if the cancelled flight is no bother to him at all, and grabs his suitcase. He points to the board, where it now says Flight cancelled instead of Flight delayed – fucking fantastic – and motions at it, as if to say “what can you do”.

“How are you so chill about this?” It’s more that you’re wondering out loud than actually wanting an answer, but of course the guy grabs the opportunity.

“Well, it’s still four days to Christmas, and Calgary isn’t on another continent. It sucks that there won’t be any flights anytime soon, but you can’t change the weather.” He smiles. “I actually love snow, personally. And a little snow has never stopped me before. So I’m gonna rent a car and drive to Calgary.”

You stare at him. “Drive? To Calgary? That’s insane.”

“I mean, not as insane as spending Christmas away from my family,” the guy reasons, and….

He might have a point. You could stay here, and be miserable alone, or you could drive to Calgary and spend time with your dad like you planned. You could be enjoyed your dad’s pancakes, drinking hot chocolate by the fire place watching Elf, within a mere 40 hours, if you put the gas pedal down.

It’s, objectively, insane.

“I’m gonna rent a car too.”

“Great,” the guy says, jovially. “We can walk together then!”

And that was not really your plan, but to be fair, you don’t really know where you’re supposed to go to rent a car and this guy is walking as if he does this every day, so you dutifully follow him.

You take this time to look him over; he looks funny, in sweatpants with white sneakers – in the snow! - and a hoodie with a coat. He has a beanie on and there’s a few blond streaks of hair escaping from under it. He’s wearing thick black framed glasses. The suitcase he has with him has the Gucci logo on it, and you find yourself wondering if it’s real.

The guy is dressed like he’s either super rich but doesn’t care, or is slightly blind and got a 13 year old high school boy to pick out his clothing at a weird second hand shop.

“What’s your name?” the guy asks, and you frown.

“Why do you care? I wasn’t aware we were going to become best friends in the time it takes to walk to the rental car booth.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says, remaining completely unbothered as if you didn’t just snap at him. “I’m Will.” He glances over at you, seemingly amused. “It’s just a cancelled plane, you know. Not the end of the world.”

“It’s not just about the plane.” You almost tell him about the week you’ve had, but you decide it’s not worth the trouble. After all, you’re just going to rent a car and then you’re going your separate ways, and you’ll never see him again.

That’s the plan, at least. But it wouldn’t be this time in your life if your plan didn’t get ruined.

“I’m sorry, miss, that was the last car we have available,” the woman behind the computer says, right after she’s handed Will some keys. “Everyone is trying to get outta here by car, now that the planes aren’t going.”

You nearly, nearly, start to cry.

“What do you mean the last car? Surely you have a car somewhere,” you beg. “Any car. A bike. I don’t care. I have to get to Calgary for Christmas, you don’t understand…”

“I understand,” the lady interrupts, the friendly facade sliding off her face. “Unfortunately, I cannot help you. Have a good day.”

Have a good day?

“Look, lady…”

You’re about to yell at her some more when you feel someone tap your shoulder. Of course, it’s Will, beaming down at you with the keys to your last option in his hand.

“Yelling at her won’t work, you know. It’s not gonna make you feel better or stop you from being in a mood.”

Something inside you snaps.

“In a mood? You wanna know why I’m in such a mood, Will? I’m in a mood because this Monday, I got told my residency at the hospital I work at might not be available to me next year, because they’re cutting personnel at the department. On Tuesday, I ran my legs out of my body for 15 hours before they told me that I shouldn’t come back after Christmas. On Wednesday, my boyfriend of almost a year broke up with me because he’s looking for different things in life, whatever the fuck that means. And the only, only thing I was looking forward to was seeing my dad again, and now this stupid snow has ruined that for me as well. So excuse my mood, but I will yell at whoever I want to!”

Will blinks at you, then raises an eyebrow. “Feel better?”

Slowly, you exhale through your nose. You do, actually, feel better, and Will seems to know that because he’s grinning.

“If you’re done yelling, I was gonna ask you…” he trails, “do you want a lift?”

---

Arguably, this is a bad idea. You don’t even know this guy. He could be literally anyone.

“You could be a serial killer,” you tell him, putting on your seatbelt and sinking into the passenger’s seat. “You could drive me out of the city, murder me, dismember my corpse and leave me in the woods.”

“Hmm,” Will hums, as he starts the car. “I could, but that would massively delay my arrival time.”

You kick up your feet on the dash and play with the radio; the only songs you’re getting are Christmas songs, and that’s just not the right mood. Of course, as soon as you settle on some station that’s not playing Christmas music, Will frowns.

“Do you hate Christmas? Cause if you’re the Grinch, I’m gonna have to kick you out now.”

You look out the window; Toronto traffic is bad as always and you’re standing still barely out of the airport.

“I’m not the Grinch. I just don’t love Christmas.”

“How?” Will exclaims. “Christmas is the best holiday of the year!”

“I prefer Halloween,” you say, and Will rolls his eyes.

“And I’m the serial killer.”

“Christmas is overrated. I don’t care for trees in my house, creating a mess, Christmas movies are cheesy, Christmas songs are objectively bad and everyone is just stressed around Christmas time, trying to find gifts and decorate and wear stupid sweaters and go to parties with people they don’t like.”

You don’t tell him that you also don’t like Christmas because when your mom left, she said she would send you a Christmas gift.

As if that made it okay for a mother to leave her 12 year old daughter behind.

“Grinch,” Will mutters under his breath. You reach out and smack his arm, and he yelps in surprise. “Hey, don’t hit the driver, we could crash!”

“We’re literally standing still.”

“I could accidentally press the gas!”

“Then you’d be an idiot!”

You sigh and drop your head against the headrest, staring out of the window at all the headlights surrounding you.

It’s gonna be a long trip.

For the first few hours of the drive, it turns out the not be the worst. First, you and Will talk about your families a little: he’s got four siblings and his parents are still “very grossly in love” (his words) and you tell him that you’ve got just your dad and grandma left.

You don’t tell him what happened with your mom and he doesn’t ask, which is probably good judgement from his side.

Most of the time, however, you nap and Will drives or you drive and Will sleeps; you both decided that you want to get to Calgary as fast as you can, and not stopping is the way to do that.

It feels like it’s been days, but in reality you’ve only been driving for about 8 hours when Will stretches beside you and yawns.

“We should stop for gas,” he says, “and get me at least two liters of coffee to inject into my veins.”

“Probably a bad idea,” you deadpan. “That volume of liquid into your system would probably kill you instantly, and if it didn’t, the caffeine would give you a heart attack. Also, if you have to pee in an hour I’ll kill you.”

Will grins. “No good outcome possible for me, then, huh?” He points out the window. “Gas station.”

While you’re driving down the lane, he turns to look at you.

“You’re a nurse,” he says, and you frown.

“Yeah, I told you that.”

“I know, but like, you’re an actual nurse. I didn’t think about what that meant. But that’s really cool.”

You sigh. “Well, yeah, but if I don’t find another residency I’m gonna be half a nurse. And that won’t pay the bills.”

“You’ll find one,” Will says, easily enough, as if it’s a mere fact, and for the first time since you got the news, you feel some of the anxiety in your stomach settle.

It’s probably strange, that the fact that this guy, who you have only spent one day with, can tell you it’s gonna be fine and you believe it.

Maybe it’s because he seems truly genuine in his conviction. Maybe it’s because you’re just that desperate.

“Coffee?” Will asks, and you shake yourself out of your thoughts.

“I’ll go get it, you fill the tank,” you say, because you really want to stretch your legs. You spend your time wandering the little shop, getting two large coffees and also a few snacks for the road – what else is there to do in a car but eat and nap – and when you finally reemerge, Will is talking to someone next to the car.

“So awesome to meet you, dude, huge fan,” the man says. You watch as Will scribbles something on a napkin with a pen.

“Anytime. Sorry I don’t have paper.” Will smiles at the man politely as he hands him the napkin.

“No problem!” The man seems very excited about the napkin, and as he walks back to his car, he looks at Will again over his shoulder and waves. Will waves back, then turns to you and makes grabby hands for the coffee.

“Gimme!”

“What was that?” you frown, holding the coffee out of his reach. “Who was that?”

“A guy,” Will deadpans, “and a napkin. Coffee, please?”

You don’t hand it to him but he somehow manages to snatch it out of your hands; he’s faster than you’d think he’d be, and he’s back in the car before you can ask again.

Luckily, he’s stuck with you in this car for a while.

“That wasn’t just a guy,” you say, stubbornly. “He was really excited to see you. Does he know you?”

“I don’t know him,” Will answers, and that’s about the best deflecting you’ve ever heard.

“Not what I asked.”

Will sighs. “Fine,” he grumbles. “Do you watch hockey?”

“Hockey?” you repeat dumbfoundedly. “Like, where people skate after a piece of rubber? No, why?”

“But you know hockey is a pretty big deal in the city, yeah?”

You don’t know why Will is pressing the issue; you’re more interested to find out who the man is, but Will seems very intent on this line of conversation, so you decide to let him get away with it for now.

“Yeah, my boyf… ex boyfriend is a big Maple Leafs fan.”

Will snorts, but before you can ask what he means by that, he points to your phone, that’s laying in your lap.

“Google Maple Leafs number 88.”

“Why, is he hot?” you tease, but you do as he says.

William Nylander, your screen tells you, and beside it is a picture of Will.

“Kinda,” Will says blankly.

You look at Will, and then at your screen. Then back at Will. “That’s you,” you bring out, and Will chuckles.

“Well, yes. Does that explain enough to you?”

And it does. You might not watch hockey – you don’t really watch sports anyway – but you know from your ex how big a deal it is to some people, and you can imagine what it must be like to be a Leafs player living in Toronto.

You also remember your ex screaming at the television screen.

“Rough season so far, huh?” you say. “That why you wanna go to Calgary so badly?”

Will smiles, but it doesn’t fully reach his eyes. “Yeah, kinda. I mean, new coach, new opportunity, I’m excited, it’s just…” He pauses, seems to ponder his answer. It doesn’t sound like a rehearsed media answer, when he finally speaks. “I really need that new start, but I need a little break to empty my mind a bit, first. Put it into perspective, I guess. My dad is really good at helping with that, and so is my brother. Alex plays in the NHL too, and my dad used to. It’s… They know what it’s like, but they’re not on my team, so they offer more of an outside view.”

“You can tell me?” you offer. “I don’t know shit about hockey, so I’ve got an outside view.”

Will is laughing, then, and his eyes are twinkling and the car feels strangely small, suddenly.

“What do you do when you suck at your job for a while, and everyone loses their faith in you, and then you get better but nobody believes in you anymore?”

For the heaviness of the question, his tone is light, and he’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in beat with the music, as if he asked about your holiday plans.

You think of your mom.

“When I was little, I used to patch up my dolls with plasters and tell my mom I wanted to be a nurse. She said I couldn’t because I fainted at the sight of blood.” You shrug. “You just have to show them, I guess.”

Will nods slowly, then breaks into a smile. “Did you really faint at the sight of blood?”

“Shut up,” you chide, and the mood is lifted. It’s getting dark outside and you know you’ll have to start napping soon if you wanna take over driving in two hours, but for now you’re perfectly happy listening to Will’s chatter and the soft rumble of the engine in the background, as the car speeds down the highway, getting a little closer to Calgary with every passing minute.

---

Your eyes flutter open to darkness around you, and the car sitting in the parking lot of a gas station.

You turn just enough to see Will: he’s behind the wheel, eyes closed, his mouth slightly agape as his head hangs back.

The car is surrounded by snow: white flurries of it floating down to the ground, hitting the car.

For a second, you wonder why you’re not cold. Then you catch sight of Will’s coat, draped over your legs and stomach. You can’t help but smile at it, and then you close your eyes again.

The situation feels safely serene and safe, and you might as well take advantage of that and get some more sleep.

---

When you wake up, it’s to the sound of Christmas music coming from the speakers, Willy’s voice singing along.

“Not the time for Christmas carols,” you groan, and Will laughs.

“It’s always time for Christmas carols, Y/N,” he chides. You hear rustling, and you finally open your eyes.

“I stopped for a few hours,” Will says, “just to get some sleep. But we’re up and running again.”

Ah, that explains the scene you woke up yesterday. You glance at the clock: 7am. The sun is slowly starting to rise.

“It’s too early for you to be this happy,” you grumble. You haven’t had any coffee yet and that means you’re really not in the mood to have Will radiating energy around you.

“How are you not this happy?” Will asks. “Look outside!”

Outside is the road, but you understand what he means. Everything is covered by a thick layer of snow.

“It’s… white,” you say, because that’s about as far as you’re getting.

“It’s beautiful!” Will’s eyes are lit up with excitement.

“You’re insane,” you state, because that has been proven by this exchange.

“No I’m not! Snow is amazing. It’s beautiful, and it’s fun. Everything gets better in winter.”

You crank up the heat in the car and rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Everything does not get better in winter,” you frown. “First of all, it’s cold. Everything is slippery because of the frost, the snow turns to yellow mush within a few hours. You have to shovel the driveway.”

“Or you could build snowmen with it. You can go skating on the ponds. Have snowball fights.”

You snort. “Snowball fights? What are we, 12?”

Will’s eyes widen slightly. “You’re never too old for a good snowball fight.” His voice is fond as he continues. “I play in the snow with my younger siblings every winter when I’m home. That’s like, the best part of Christmas.”

And, well…

“I can kinda get that, in concept,” you say softly. “There was never really anyone to play with me, I guess.”

Will’s eyes are a little sad as he glances over at you, but he doesn’t say anything. You appreciate that: you’re not ready to share anything more and it’s like he senses that. Instead, he changes the subject.

“Hey, have you ever been skating?”

“Nope,” you say, and the grin Willy shoots you is a little wicked.

“We’re changing that today.”

---

What Will means, apparently, is that it’s a good idea when you’re halfway between Toronto and Calgary to stop in a small little town and find an ice rink.

“This is insane,” you protest. “We’re losing time!”

“We’ve got 48 hours til Christmas,” Will shrugs, “and only an 18 hour drive left. Come on, after this we’ll drive straight through. It’ll be fun.” His eyes are shining and you can literally feel the excitement buzzing off of him, and, well…

Skating did always seem like fun to you. When you were younger, you asked your dad to take you once, but renting skates costs money so it never happened. You remember the disappointment in your dad’s eyes as he had to tell you no, so you didn’t dare ask again.

“I’ll buy you hot chocolate after,” Will coaxes. You don’t understand why he wants to go that badly: he spends most of his days on the ice, anyway, surely he’d be happy for a break.

“Fine,” you grumble, and you can’t help but laugh at the smug look on Willy’s face as he pulls the car to the side of the road.

The rink is small and filled with people. There’s a lot of small children that are skating behind little chairs, and you can picture yourself being there too.

“I’m gonna be so much worse than them,” you whine, at the same moment one of the kids falls onto the ice. A woman helps the little girl up and she goes right back at it.

You don’t think you’re gonna be that brave.

“Oh, shush, I’m not gonna let you fall,” says Will, and you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

This whole situation is so freaking cliche, and you are not going to fall for it.

You rent skates for you and Will brings his own, because of course he brought skates in his suitcase. You’re struggling with the laces on the bench next to the rink, mostly to stall for some time; your heart is beating fast in your throat and your hands are a little clammy.

“Need some help with those?” Will is sitting sideways on the bench, and he’s grinning at you amused while you struggle. Feeling a little bold, you swing your leg into his lap.

You can tell he wasn’t expecting it because his eyes widen slightly, but then the grin only broadens and he starts carefully lacing up your skates. You watch as his fingers work the laces expertly – it’s clear that he’s done this a million times before – and then, his hand curls around your ankle.

“Other one,” he orders, and you switch legs.

Finally, the skates are on and Will hops to his feet, extending his hand and helping you to your feet. You’re already wobbling and you’re not even on this ice yet.

“If I break my leg, I can’t drive,” you say, mostly because the thought pops into your head.

Will rolls his eyes. “You’re not gonna break your leg.”

“If I hit my head and have a concussion, I can’t drive either.”

“Y/N.” Will’s voice is firm enough that you look up at him. He’s frowning. “You’re not gonna break anything, or hit anything, or fall. If you really don’t want to do this, we can leave now, but if there’s any part of you that agrees that this could be kinda fun, I promise you I’ve got you.” His eyes are a little shiny as he adds: “Trust me?”

And it’s stupid, you know it is, because you barely know Will. You’re pretty sure you’d have found out if he truly was a serial killer or any other type of psycho, but you can’t be sure he’s not irresponsible – although he did pull over in the snow – or prove that he’s trustworthy in any way.

And yet…

“I trust you,” you say then, and the blinding smile that crosses Will’s face is worth the fear in your heart when you place your first foot on the ice.

You can feel it slipping right away, but Will literally hops on the ice next to you, two feet planted firmly on the slippery surface, and places his hands on your hips, steadying your waist. In a reflex, your hands curls around his biceps, and once again you are reminded that holy shit, he’s a professional athlete.

“Wow, easy,” Will hums. He slowly guides you further away from the door, and your other foot adds to your first, and then you’re gliding.

You can’t call it skating: Will is moving backwards and pulling you with him, but you’re not necessarily moving on your own.

The first round goes like that, and then you decide to be brave and start moving your feet.

To be fair, Will keeps his promise. He never leaves your side, his hand firmly on your lower back even when you do start skating yourself, ready to catch you whenever you stumble – which is a lot.

“I’m doing it,” you yelp excitedly, when he finally lets his hand hover a little away from you. “I’m skating!”

Will laughs. “Proud of you, babe.”

And it’s probably just something he says; he probably calls a lot of people babe, it probably means nothing, and yet…

“Help,” you manage to squeak, and then your arms are waving in the air and your feet are slipping from under you and you try to maintain your balance, but you can pinpoint the second it’s a lost cause.

For a split second you’re plummeting towards the ice, but then two arms are wrapped around your waist and you just kinda… hang there.

“Thanks,” you say dryly. You’re hanging in Will’s arms as he’s hysterically cackling out laughter above you. It takes him a few seconds to compose himself and pull you up.

“Majestic,” he giggles, and he tightens his grip on your waist when you slap him in the chest.

“Rude,” you grumble, but you can’t help the smile that’s tugging at the edges of your lips.

It’s weird, but suddenly you notice how close he is, and when his eyes travel to your lips the smile falls from his face and you can tell he noticed too.

You stare at him, and it’s like the air is charged with something; your heart is beating in your throat and you swear he’s moving closer.

Oh, you think, we’re gonna kiss.

Strangely enough, the thought doesn’t send panic to your throat the way it did when your ex kissed you the first time, the way it always has when someone kissed you. Instead, it’s like everything inside of you goes calm and quiet.

You want him to kiss you. And it’s a little scary how not scary that is.

You’re interrupted by a small voice.

“Mister Nylander?”

Will startles, yank back fast enough that you nearly tumble straight back down to the ice, but one firm hand on your waist keeps you standing. He turns around then, to face the little girl that spoke: she can’t be more than five years old and is wearing a helmet with a cage, holding a hockey stick in her hands and staring at Will with wide, starstruck eyes.

He bends down into a squat – on skates, literally, how – and smiles at the girl.

“Hi, yes, that’s me. You can call me Willy, though. What’s your name?”

“Amanda,” the girl beams. “Can I get your autograph, mister Willy?”

“Sure, kiddo,” Willy says. “How about I bring my friend here to the safety of the ground and I shoot some pucks with you, huh?”

Amanda looks like someone just offered her the entire world and everything in it. “Please,” she says, and Will quickly guides you towards the side of the rink.

“I won’t be long,” he promises, and he almost looks apologetic, which…

Which is ridiculous. Because you can tell that him just being here made that little girl’s day, and you think of the things you wanted as a little girl and the heroes you never got to meet, and…

“Take all the time in the world, please,” you say. “I’ll go get myself that hot chocolate.”

For two hours you sit at the side watching Will with the kids. Somehow after Amanda more and more kids appeared and now he’s created somewhat of an impromptu hockey team because they’re all playing and the adults cleared the rink.

It’s entertaining, to watch Will with the kids. He’s a good teacher, and you can see them hitting the net more and more as time passes on, and he clearly makes it fun: they’re all laughing and screaming and at one point, a few of them tackle Will to the ice, where he rolls around and pretends to be unable to get up, yet hops to his feet the second the kids get distracted.

It’s insane, how comfortably he moves around. Like, you knew this, because he’s a professional hockey player, of course he can skate, but you didn’t really think anything of it until you see it in action. He’s obviously not even trying to do anything fancy, and he’s probably not trying to be fast either, but he is, and he stops without problem and turns in any direction and even jumps over a puck, at some point.

You can’t lie. It’s kinda hot. But then, you’ve always had a thing for people who were clearly good at something.

For example, your ex was a really good painter. He was also really good at being a lying, cheating bastard.

Before you can go too far down that rabbit hole, there’s commotion on the rink, someone crying and then Will’s voice, too loud: “What happened?”

When you look up he’s kneeling in front of a little boy, who’s crying and staring at his hand.

You jump up, worrying, but Will has already lifted to kid in his arms and is skating towards you now, with big strides.

“He took a skate to the hand, we’re gonna need some bandages,” he says, and a parent yells something about getting a first aid kit while Will puts the kid on his lap on the bench. “Can you look at him?” he asks you, worry evident in his voice even though he’s clearly trying to remain calm. He’s a little pale, but you don’t have time to deal with that right now.

“Hey, buddy,” you coo at the kid, kneeling in front of him, placing your hand on Will’s knee to steady yourself. “What’s your name?”

“Tim,” the kid cries. “My hand hurts!”

“I know it does, Tim. But the good news is that we can fix it,” you promise him, examining the hand. It doesn’t look too bad: there’s a cut, but not deep enough to perforate anything more than flesh, so you’re not too worried.

The first aid kit arrives and so does Timmy’s dad, who doesn’t seem too bothered. “He falls all the time,” he says, “that’s what hockey is, isn’t it?” He preens at Will, who dutifully ignores him in order to talk to Timmy in a low voice.

You wrap up Timmy’s hand and tell him to take it easy for a few days, and then before you know it you’re in the car and Will is holding the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white.

“Do you want me to drive?” you ask tentatively. There’s no answer, but Will isn’t turning on the car. “He’s gonna be okay, you know.” Silence. Another try. “It’s not your fault.”

“I just can’t believe,” Will starts, but he seems to choke on the last word and lets the sentence die, drops his head and inhales sharply. It takes a while, but finally he speaks, a little more composed. “I hate when parents tell their kids that hockey is about pain and sacrifice. It can be, sometimes, but it shouldn’t be, not for a little kid. It should be about fun, and learning skill, and being with teammates, and loving it. It shouldn’t be about falling and injuries.”

He sounds so frustrated that it tugs at your heart strings, and for a split second you allow yourself to wonder what Will was told by his dad, when he was a kid himself.

“He wasn’t even trying to soothe him,” Willy bites. “He was too busy fawning over the presence of a professional hockey player, and I don’t… I don’t wanna be the person these idiots believe I am.”

“And you’re not,” you blurt out. “Will, these kids had so much fun with you.”

Will smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I just… Me and my brother, we always had fun skating. My dad told us it was important to always have fun. But I’ve seen it happen to friends. They were so passionate about hockey, but their parents pushed them, wanted them to be better too quick and told them to suck it up when the skates hurt their feet and it just fizzled out, you know? Until one day it wasn’t any fun and they quit.”

“It’s a shame,” you echo. “But your dad…?”

“He was hard on us, sure.” Will shrugs, smiles for real this time. “Pushed us to be better. But he always made it fun.” He turns to you. “Your dad… He stood behind your dreams?”

You remember you told him your mom didn’t think you could be a nurse, and you laugh. “The blood thing, you mean? Yeah, he didn’t agree with my mom. He always told me I could be whatever I wanted to be, and if I decided I wanted to be something else, I could be that, too. He’s always been there for me.” You shrug. “I’m lucky to have him. My mom… She left when I was 12. And I…”

You stop, for a second, wondering if you’re really gonna tell this to a complete stranger. But the thing is, Will doesn’t feel like a complete stranger anymore. Talking to him feels more comfortable than talking to most of your friends, and you can tell he really cares about what you’re saying, and you just, you want to tell him, so you do.

“I don’t like Christmas because my mom left right before Christmas, and she said: ‘I might not see you for a while, honey, but I’ll send you a Christmas gift.’ She didn’t, and I never saw her again.”

When you glance at Will, he’s frowning, a deep crease edged into his forehead. “That’s messed up.”

“Yeah, but, it was a long time ago. I’m mostly over it, I just never learned to love Christmas the way most kids do, I guess. My dad tried to make it fun for me, but it was always the reminder, you know, that I didn’t have a mom and other kids did.” You laugh, a little bitterly. “And then this year my ex-boyfriend dumped me on the 16th. My mom left me on the 17th. So I guess December is just not a good month for me.”

“Your ex is an asshole.” Will says it with such force, gritting his teeth, that you can’t help but reach over and put your hand on his knee.

“It’s okay,” you muse, and the tension leaves Will’s shoulders as he carefully wraps your hand in his.

His hand is warm and a little rough and there’s something hammering in your chest, and you wonder how it’s possible that you met him two days ago and he’s already making you feel more than your ex-boyfriend ever had.

You guess you never really liked that guy as much as you told yourself you did.

“It’s not,” he says, but he doesn’t so upset anymore. “And if he was here, I’d punch him in the face. But I’m glad to see you didn’t let him hurt you too much.” Will grins. “And now you’ve been skating, so, like, fuck him.”

“Fuck him,” you echo, and Will starts the car.

18 hours to go. And then you’re in Calgary, and you’re gonna see your dad, and you’ll probably never see Will again.

For some reason that thought leaves a sinking feeling in your chest.

---

“Psst.” You groan as someone softly tugs your arm. You try to turn around, but there’s something digging in your back and you can’t quite get there. The tugging gets more persistent. “Hey, Y/N.”

“What?” you grumble, finally forcing yourself to open your eyes, and it’s only when you see Will’s face in front of you that you realize you’re not in your bed. You’re in a car, it’s pitch dark outside, and you’re standing in front of a lit up building.

“Snow storm is getting really, really bad,” Will says. “We have to stop for the night. It’s not safe to keep driving.”

You’re about to tell him to stop being such a baby, and you’ll drive, no problem, when you risk a glance out the window and see… nothing.

Literally, almost nothing. Just a big building, and some lights that could be from streetlights or UFOs, for all you know, because there’s a big blanket of white covering your sight. Snowflakes are streaming down in a curtain, and you can hear the wind howl around the car.

Okay, yeah, maybe it is unsafe to drive.

“Where are we?”

“Hotel,” Will says. “I checked, only hotel within 10 minutes of the highway. Pray that they have a room for us.”

He leaves you in the seat to wake up a bit more, and goes to get your luggage; he swings your bag over his shoulder and hauls his suitcase out of the trunk, and finally opens your door.

“Come on.”

You grab his hand and let him pull you out of the car, although you walk in front of him to enter the hotel. The woman behind the desk looks up as you open the door.

“Please close that behind you,” she says, friendly enough, “I swear if that cold comes in I might freeze, here.”

“Hi,” you say to her, “I know, it’s bad, right? We were hoping you have two rooms available for us, so we can escape the storm?”

The woman types something on her computer, then frowns. “I’m sorry, it’s very busy at the moment. Lots of people stopping in from the highway. I have one room left, if you’d like? Double bed.”

Oh, fuck. You’re not sure if you’ve quite wrapped your head around in, when Will chimes in next to you.

“Cool, we’ll take it.”

“We…” you start protesting, but Will raises an eyebrow and looks at you with so much attitude that it shuts you up.

“Would you rather freeze to death in a car?” he asks pointedly. “I’ll take the couch or the floor, or whatever, chill. I promise I won’t murder you in your sleep.”

Getting murdered is not what you’re worried about, to be honest. You’re worried that sharing a hotel room with Will is just gonna make these feelings in the pit of your stomach worse.

But there’s not really another option.

“Fine. We’ll take it.”

“You know,” Will chirps, when you’ve got the keycard and he’s taking the luggage up the stairs, “there’s a lot of girls that would kill to be forced to share a room with me.”

“That’s because they’ve only looked at your face, and don’t know your personality,” you drawl, and you know you’ve made a mistake when Will’s face lights up.

“You think I’ve got a pretty face?”

“Not what I said,” you answer quickly; too quickly, because Will is looking way too smug as he takes the keycard out of your hand and opens the hotel room door.

The room itself is nothing special. It’s small, but the bed looks comfortable and it’s warm, so you’ll take it.

“Shotgun on the bathroom,” you say as soon as you get in, and Will rolls his eyes but dutifully flops on the bed and starts typing on his phone while you find your toothbrush and disappear to the bathroom.

When you walk out, Will is laying sprawled over the bed, although he’s luckily still on top of the duvets. His hoodie has ridden up a bit and his sweatpants are – dangerously – low on his hips, so there’s a strip of skin showing.

Your mouth goes funnily dry, all of a sudden.

The thing is. You might not have wanted to be stuck in a hotel room with a guy you met at the airport only 2 days prior, but if it had to happen, Will is not a bad guy to be stuck with. He’s, objectively, very hot – you’re not blind – and he’s funny, and easy to talk to, and he’s been nothing but nice, even when you were a teeny tiny bit rude to him at the airport.

Did you mention he’s very hot?

“I’m gonna shower,” he says, jumping up from the bed.

While he’s doing that, you lay in bed and scroll through Instagram on your phone. Maybe you stalk Will on Instagram, only for a little bit, and you find a picture of him with his siblings that’s so cute it has you smiling at your phone.

“What are you smiling at?” Will’s voice surprises you so much that you drop your phone on your face with a yelp, and the sound of his laughter rings in your ears as you bury your red hot face into the pillow.

You hadn’t even heard him open the bathroom door again. Luckily, you don’t think he saw, but you lock your phone just in case.

Then, you look up, and if you thought you couldn’t be any redder in the face, boy were you wrong.

Because Will is wearing boxers, and nothing else. Now, you think to yourself, as you glance at him before shamefully returning your gaze to your hands, if you had a body like that, maybe you’d be more keen on showing it off too, but…

“You’re gonna be cold,” you tell him, and you can hear, more than see, his eye roll as he says:

“Okay, mom.” Then, he opens the closet and takes another duvet out. “I’ll be fine, I have this.” He grins a little cheekily, as if he fully knows what he’s doing to you. “Normally I sleep naked, but…”

“But not today,” you squeak, and he’s laughing again.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that he’s getting to you, you throw the second pillow at his head and then roll to your side.

“Goodnight, Will.”

“Goodnight,” he answers softly. You listen as he potters around the room; probably tries to get his ‘bed’ for tonight as comfortable as possible. Finally, the lights click off.

You can’t sleep. You know it the second the lights are off, and Will’s breathing evens out. Your mind is going a million miles per hour and there’s so many things that happened, that you’re going to have to overthink before you can sleep. What’s not helping, either, is the fact that Will keeps tossing and turning.

You’re starting to feel a bit bad. You’re in a bed that’s big enough for two – maybe even three, it’s that big – and Will is laying on a cold, hard floor, with just one duvet and a pillow.

Outside, the wind is howling, and you know if you looked out the window the entire world would be covered in white. The room is warm enough, but you picture how there must be a draft, so close to the floor, and suddenly you can’t take it anymore.

It’s selfish, to make him sleep on the floor all because you’re worried about wanting things you can’t have.

“This is stupid,” you say, sitting up. “You should just sleep in the bed.”

For a second, it’s quiet. When Will speaks, he sounds unsure. “Are you sure? I mean, the floor isn’t great, but I don’t mind, I promise, if you’d rather not…”

“Look, we don’t have to, like, cuddle, or anything.” You can feel yourself blush but in the darkness of the room, there’s no way Will can see, so you keep talking. “You stay on your side, I’ll stay on my side, and it’s basically the same distance as having you on the floor. Just, the floor is cold, and uncomfortable, and there’s no need to…”

“Okay,” Will cuts you off, and he jumps up, duvet in hand. He’s grinning as he slides into the bed, curling the duvet around himself. “You don’t have to convince me, I was just being a gentleman.”

You snort. “Don’t do it again, it freaks me out.”

“You drive tomorrow, then,” Will hums, and it already feels better, to hear his voice right next to you instead of from somewhere at your feet. He sounds better, too; lighter, and more comfortable. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” you answer, finally closing your eyes.

“If I had to cross the country in a Kia during a snow storm with anyone from that airport, I’m glad it’s you.”

You think of what you were thinking before, and smile.

“Me too, Willy, me too.”

It’s quiet again, and Will’s breathing starts evening out. For some reason, you still can’t calm down: you try to match your breathing to his, but it’s too shallow and you can feel your heart beating in your chest.

“You’re fidgeting,” Will says then, his voice loud in the quiet room. Only then do you notice that you have been twisting the duvet between your fingers time and time again. Will goes to lay on his stomach and turns his head to you. “You okay? I can sleep on the f…”

“It’s not you,” you interrupt him. It is, of course, but not in the way he thinks.

“Okay,” Will says slowly. “Then what?” Before you can answer he reaches out and slowly wraps his hand around yours, causing your fingers to dis-attach from the duvet.

And, the thing is…

You could tell him to mind his business. You could tell him a lie, or something that’s kinda true but not the real reason.

Tomorrow, you’ll be in Calgary. On your dad’s couch, drinking hot chocolate. And Will is gonna be in his own house. And then after Christmas, you’re both flying back to Toronto, but you’re not stupid. Will is a famous, and really attractive, athlete. You just got out of another failed relationship. You’re not good at relationships, turn out; you don’t even know if you really believe in love, anymore, don’t know if you even think it’s worth it to try.

But right now, you’re here, and he’s here, and you swear you’re not imagining the way he looks at you, sometimes.

You’ve had to deal with cancelled planes, problems at work, a dumb ex boyfriend, and this stupid everlasting snow, ruining your life one day at a time. So, you might as well give yourself this one thing that you want.

“Or, it is you,” you say, and you can feel Will stiffen beside you. “But it’s not that I don’t want you in this bed with me. In fact, it’s kinda the opposite.”

You can feel your cheeks flush: you’re not good at this, don’t really know what to say.

But then Willy grins and suddenly he rolls around, his body now hovering over you as he pushes himself up on his forearms.

“So does that mean I finally get to kiss you?” he hums, and you answer by pressing your lips against his.

---

Hours later, you’re both naked, a mess of tangled limbs in sheets, and Will’s chest is rising and falling with every peaceful breath. You close your eyes and bury your face in his neck.

Outside, it snows, and it snows, and it snows.

---

You wish you could enjoy the next 10 hours.

First, you spend 2 hours getting showered and ready – it would’ve been a lot shorter if Will hadn’t slipped in the shower with you, so it’s his fault if you’re late – and then you have breakfast at the hotel while Will tells you more about his family.

His face lights up when he tell you which Christmas gifts he’s got for his siblings and it’s adorable.

Then, you drive. The final 6 hour drive, and it flies by so fast you would’ve believed it if someone said it was just 2. You drive the first few hours and then Will takes over for the last part, and you chat the whole way there.

At some point, Will starts singing along to Christmas songs, and you don’t even change the channel.

“Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” Will croons; you can’t help but laugh and then you’re both laughing and singing along at the top of your lungs.

You wish it never had to end.

“So,” says Will, “this is your street, huh?”

You decided he would drop you off and take care of returning the rental car, and you’re almost regretting that decision cause you would’ve liked those 20 extra minutes with him. However, you know that that is, objectively, insane, so you ignore the knives that are being ran through your heart when Will parks the car on the curb.

“Home, at last,” he says, softly. He’s not smiling anymore. “So, when we get back to Toronto, we should…”

“Don’t,” you interrupt softly. “We both know this is where it ends for us.”

At this, Will frowns. “It doesn’t have to.”

“Yes, it does.” You swallow heavily, try to get rid of the lump in your throat. It doesn’t feel right but it is, and you need to let it end here before you end up with hopes that will crash and burn and expectations that will never be met.

“What if I don’t want it to?” he asks quietly.

As much as Will might believe he wants to see you again – and you don’t doubt that he’s being truthful about that - it’s just not realistic.

People don’t meet the love of their life in an airport after a cancelled flight, don’t live together forever after long a cross-country drive, don’t live happily ever after after a snowed in hotel.

People do leave their husbands and kids the week before Christmas, they do cheat on you, they do break your heart.

Snow might make things seem more magical, but after all, it’s just frozen water.

“But I want that.”

Will’s face falls, his eyes sad and honest, but he nods slowly. “Okay,” he says. “Thanks for the drive, then.”

His voice is distant, now, cold and impersonal: you know you deserve it but it hurts, anyway, and you scurry out of the car, take your suitcase out of the trunk.

You’re standing next to the car, ready to walk down the driveway, when the window opens.

Will’s head pops out, and he sends you what you think is meant to be a smile. It’s not a real one, and he still mostly just looks sad, but he’s trying, you think.

“I know December is a hard month for you, but I truly do hope it’s gonna get better. Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

The window closes and the car drives off, and something inside of you breaks.

“Merry Christmas, Will,” you whisper with tears in your eyes. You could’ve stood there for hours, but the front door opens.

“Y/N?” your dad’s voice calls. “I’m so glad you made it, you won’t believe the snow we’ve had…”

---

There’s a blanket on your lap as well as Snuggles – your dad’s cat – and you’re drinking tea while Elf plays on the television.

Your dad has been talking excitedly all through dinner, but now it’s quiet as he watches the movie. He seems happy, light, and it soothes something inside of you.

Sometimes you worry about him.

It’s not until the end credits roll that your dad turns to you. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he asks tentatively, and that’s all that you need to hear in order to break into tears. “Oh, honey,” he sighs, then takes your hand in his. “What happened?”

You have no idea where to start.

“Dad,” you whisper, “do you think you can die from a broken heart?”

Your dad smiles sadly, shakes his head. “If you could, I would’ve been gone by now, probably,” he jokes, but it doesn’t land. “Is this about that boyfriend of yours?”

And, well, the funny thing is, you haven’t told your dad about the break up, but it doesn’t even matter. Your heart is broken and it has nothing to do with your ex.

So you tell him about Will. You tell him about how you almost weren’t here, tell him about cancelled planes and one lone rental car, about how he went from Will to William Nylander right back to Will, about coffee breaks and sleeping on the side of the road and skating and the little kid who hurt his hand, about snow storms and a hotel room with one bed – not about anything else from that night, though – and finally you tell him about goodbye.

When it’s all said and done, your dad frowns. “You keep saying it had to end. But honey, it sounds like you really like this guy.”

You do, oh God, you do.

“Why would it have to end?”

You don’t say anything, but as always, he knows exactly what you mean.

“Just because it ended for your mom and I doesn’t mean it always has to end, you know. Sometimes it’s worth to try.” He pats your hand. “I think you should call him.”

And that’s when it hits you. It doesn’t really matter if you’d wanna call him.

You don’t even have his phone number.

---

“Y/N! Patient in room 11!” your colleague yells. “I’m going to the kid in room 4 if you need me!”

You sigh and throw down your clipboard. You have no idea why the hospital is so busy; it’s December 28th, which promises a disaster on New Years Eve, which is usually your busiest day of the year.

Fireworks, man.

You’ve been on your feet for 9 hours but you don’t even really mind. Just the thrill of working in a new hospital has been keeping you going; it might have something to do with the fact that this hospital will let you finish your residency, too. They called you the day after Christmas.

Some might call it somewhat of a Christmas miracle.

“I’m on it,” you call back, then start making your way to room 11. You nearly bump into the doctor you’re working with today, and she halts you by putting a hand on your arm.

“Are you a Leafs fan?” she asks.

It might be the weirdest thing someone has randomly asked you; the conversations you have had with this woman have ranged from “can you get me some blood from the vomiting boy” and “in what room do I find the catheters” and now she’s asking you about your sports teams?

Your heart clenches tightly as you think of Will.

“Not really,” you answers. That seems to be the right answer because the doctor smiles and waves towards the room, telling you to enter. You’re still confused by the whole exchange when you walk into the room and nearly trip over your own feet.

“Oh,” Will says slowly, “that’s quite a coincidence.”

It’s like your tongue has grown two sizes; you can’t speak, can’t even begin to think of what words to say, when suddenly you notice something.

“What the hell happened to you?”

There’s blood all over the hand he’s clutching to his chest, and his face is white as a ghost. Next to him is an equally pale guy wearing a Leafs sweater, who is staring at you with wide eyes.

“Uhm, I fell,” Will says sheepishly. “Turns out snow is quite slippery.”

It hasn’t snowed in Toronto in days.

“He didn’t fall in the snow,” the guy next to him grumbles. “I tried to wrestle the remote out of his hand and he fell into the Christmas tree and sliced his hand open with an ornament.”

“And Kappy has just promised to clean everything up, right, Kap?” Will asks with a sly smirk. Some of the color is returning to his face, which is more than you can say for his friend Kappy.

“Okay, well, let me have a look,” you mutter, and you gather some of your supplies before sitting next to the bed.

If you try very hard to avoid Will’s eyes and focus completely on the gash on his hand, that’s between you and the hospital room.

“So, first aid, huh?” Will asks. “Found a new job? Told you.” He sounds stupidly smug, so you raise your eyebrow and press the gauze to the wound. He inhales sharply. “That’s mean.”

“I’m trying to clean it,” you tell him sternly. “Sit still. God, Timmy was a better patient.”

“Hey,” Will protests, offended. “I’m a perfect patient.”

When you see how deep the wound is, you wonder how it’s possible that Will is still so chatty, and you also feel a little nauseous; it’s always different when it’s someone you care about.

“I’m gonna go get doctor Summers,” you say, and your voice is a little unsteady.

You’re probably imagining the edge of disappointment to Will’s voice when he says: “Yeah, okay.”

While doctor Summers examines Will’s hand, his eyes are fixed on you, and you keep yours fixed on your shoes. There’s so much you want to say to him, so much you want to do, but this is not the time or the place and also you have no idea how to start a conversation like that.

You tune back into the here and now when you hear the word “surgery.”

“It’s not a real surgery,” doctor Summers says, “I just think we need to set a bone and we also need to stitch up the muscles.”

Will is a little pale again as he nods.

You get send away to prepare the necessities for the procedure and when you come back, Will’s friend is gone.

“He’s gonna pick me up when I’m done,” says Will, who sees you looking. “Are you gonna… Are you gonna be here, while she does it?”

“Nope,” you answer, and this time you’re definitely not imagining the way his face falls. “Are you gonna get in trouble with the team for this?”

Will pulls a face. “I’ll probably get a stern talking to from Kyle.” When he sees your expression, he laughs. “My boss.” He sighs, looks out the window.

It’s started snowing, again, because apparently the universe loves taunting you.

“You know what the worst thing is? I ruined my tree.”

“That’s definitely not the worst part,” you roll your eyes. “It’s after Christmas, you should’ve probably taken it down anyway.”

“I couldn’t take it down yet,” says Will, his face completely serious, “there’s still one Christmas miracle I’m waiting for.”

He’s staring at you intently and you can feel your heart beating in your throat.

There’s no way he means…

But what if there is?

You make a decision then, and when Will is getting his hand worked on in a different room you run to the cafeteria.

“Hey,” you yell at the lady behind the counter. “I’m gonna borrow this for a second!”

She looks at you like you’re a crazy person and you can’t blame her: you’re literally standing in your scrubs, screaming at her from the middle of the cafeteria after having just yanked a tiny Christmas tree from the table.

“Okay?” she yells back, and it sounds more like a question than a blessing, but you take it and run anyway.

Room 11 is still empty; although Will’s coat is still lying on the bed, so he must be coming back. You take the tiny tree and put it on the bed side table, plug it in.

There’s only about 10 lights in the tree, but when you flick off the big lights, it still looks pretty Christmassy.

And so, you wait.

To say you’re nervous would be an understatement; there’s every possibility in the world that Will has changed his mind since you last saw each other, and the last thing he wants is you confessing how much you like him in a hospital room after just having destroyed his hand, but you have to try.

Every time you think about bailing, you hear your dad’s voice in your head.

Sometimes it’s worth it to try.

This is one of those times.

“No strenuous activities, take it easy…” Finally you hear doctor Summers voice and you stand up.

The door opens tauntingly slowly, and there is Will. At first, his eyes widen as they catch the Christmas tree, and then his head swivels around and he sees you; a slow smile spreads across his face.

“A Christmas tree?” he asks.

“Well,” you smile, “you did say you wanted a Christmas miracle…”

“But you don’t like Christmas,” Will points out.

And that’s true, but…

You take a step closer and Will raises an eyebrow, questioning but not looking like he wants to run away.

“I don’t,” you admit. “I didn’t. But then something happened… Or, well, someone happened. And now I’m thinking that I might have to give Christmas a chance.” You’re standing right in front of Will, now, and he had all the time in the world to back off but he didn’t. Instead, he’s looking at you with an amused expression on his face, the corners of his mouth curled into a tentative smile.

“I think there might be a few things I have to give a chance,” you finish.

“God,” Will breathes. “I really hope you mean us.”

Instead of answering, you kiss him.

It feels somewhat familiar and yet as if you’ve never been kissed before: there’s fireworks in your stomach and everything feels warm and fuzzy, like nothing matters except for the feeling of Will’s lips on your lips, his chest pressed against yours.

“Y/N!” someone yells from the hallway, and you reluctantly pull away.

“I have to get back to work…”

“Okay,” Will whispers, pecks you cheek quickly. “But we’ll talk…”

“I’m done with work in an hour,” you interrupt.

Will nods. “I’ll tell Kappy he doesn’t have to pick me up.” He grins. “Unless you’d rather not drive in the snow?”

“Shut up,” you tell him, but it’s with nothing but fondness.

You’re already running to the hallway, ready to see the next patient, when you hear Will yell after you: “You said you hate snow!”

And that’s kinda true, but…

Sometimes, even if it messes up your plane, or gets you stuck in a snowstorm, or makes you fall on your ass…

You just have to let it snow.

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #winter prompts #william nylander imagine #william nylander one shot #nhl fic #nhl imagine

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blorbosexterminator · 4 years ago

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AND I am back. Once again on this lovely day to give my review for the EPISODE 24 so, here we go :

Agustin is squinting his eyes at him, as Sergio keeps muttering that Agustin has in fact done what he just mentioned he did and which both of them have known for years.

Federico is 99% dead?! Damn, what is Sergio's gonna do?! Make it 100% ? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

(I got a feeling that Federico is the kidnapper or atleast a very important lead to them)

Btw, WHO IS FEDERICO?! Tatiana's alive husband?!

(Look at me, hoping like a moron she aint dead

My dog : Yep, total moron 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Me :

Me : NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR BITCH-ASS OPINION, YOU DUMB-FUCK DONKEY!!!! 😡😡😡)

Martin, my darling, my sweetheart, my poor angel. Nada, some help? Atleast gimme some tips, bruh, come on, you cant desert me like that. Not when I need to help someone 🙁🙁🙁

since, drunk, the last idea he got was that Laura turned out to be completely insane and kidnapped Andrés to marry him

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Martin, honey, stop drinking. This getting out of hand 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. But then again, Andres is so hot poor thing keeps on doubting.

As Roci said in one of the tags, his wives deserve the highest civilian award for putting up with him.

(Although, I just had a frisky thought. What if Sergio wanted Andres away from Martin, not because he cared bout his hermano but......😳😳😳😳😳 *whispers loudly* he wanted Andres all for himself? In *frantically looks around* INCEST WAY?!)

(Calm down, my deranged mind, you went too far 🤣🤣🤣)

Who knows, it could be the professor he punched in the middle of an exam once. Martín doesn’t think he has forgiven him.

Mood, bruh, such a mood 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 NO, OMG 😆😆😆 I didnt do it, but I do kinda have a beef with my Organic prof. I'll go off tangent again, so tell me if you wanna know the story.

He sent Silene in disguise to collect the cctv from the nearby shops and streets. His own cctv has been disabled since the IT bitch ruined it, Martín will kill him when he gets them back.

I think if and only IF Silene finds something good, her % of redemption will increase.

(Raquel s2e7 deja vu, I see what you did there 😏)

And Martin about to go John Wick on anyone & everyone. I tell ya Keanu Reeves will be crying when he sees Martin go nuts. I am willing to bet he'll pull a gun on the poor milkman, who just wanna do his job 😆😆😆

So he calls Bogota, with a little (not that little) handwritten list in his hand with the names of people he thinks he might have ruined their life in the past.

Martin : Okay, I'll just take out the list and

*the paper rolls out the door, travels around the world for 5 times and comes back while going over top of Everest and bottom of Marina Trench*

No, it’s because when he hated Martín, he had always hated him openly. If he wanted to hurt him, then he’d just try to stab him in the middle of the living room.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Bogota, did Tatiana have any family?”

“No, who of us did, Martín?”

“You literally have 7 children and 7 ex-wives.”

COMEDY GOLD, NADA 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Those kids are ungrateful bastards, if I fall dead tomorrow they would just run to see what they’ve inherited.”

Aka THE PLOT of 70% Indian Telenovas 🤣🤣🤣. Also this line alone has so much soap opera vibes 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

He has no choice but to go to fucking Sergio Marquina. And if it’s his wife, then even better. Keep your friends close but keep your enemies closer.

For fuck sake, Martín, Ive been telling you from last 2 ep

Stop. Blaming. Raquel.

Also, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 damn, these 2 assholes cant keep away from each other. Nada, are we sure these 2 married the right people? As much I am a Berlermo ship stan, this here is just smth else 😆😆😆

Uh-oh 🙁 this asshole son of a bitch just poked the mama bear. And if ANDRES of all people narrows his eyes at you, You are, quoting Martin from last ep, truly, utterly, entirely, thoroughly and wholly fucked.

“Do you know him?”

“Oh yes, a childhood friend, I stole his pencil once and he never forgave me. Have you heard this Paula? Don’t steal your friends’ pencils, they will never get over the betrayal. You could steal the teacher’s ones though.”

“Why did you steal his pencil?” Paula asked seriously, with a delirious tone, and too tired to even move her head upwards. Raquel is gonna kill every single person involved for doing this to her daughter.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sassy Andres = Best Andres. Words that should be written with GOLD. Wisdom passed onto generations

Poor Paula 🤣🤣🤣 I just imagine this in some other situation :

Andres : *saying smth smth*

Paula : *taking notes & asking questions*

Raquel after seeing her daughter :

Look what you made me do

🎶But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do🎶

(Look what you made me do by Taylor Swift)

I am telling you Nada, by the time Raquel will be done with everyone, Uma Thurman will cry buckets because no one, okay?, no one can compete with A MAMA BEAR RAQUEL MURILLO.

“Poison is a woman’s choice of weapon, Anibal. Don’t be disrespectful.”

Again, words of wisdom. Only time hes not being a misogynist.

Also, Andres, my dear, are you speaking this from experience?

(Why do I think that Martin got Tatiana killed cause she poisoned him and Martin had to watch Andres fight for his life in hospital?)

“He won’t say anything, Mama. He’s the one who kidnapped grandma with Silene!”

Is anyone gonna listen to her? Or do I need to bonk Raquel myself? 🤦‍♀️

“Silence!” she screams. “I need to know everything that happened, if we’re getting out of here alive.”

FINALLY!!!! SOME COMMON SENSE!!!! WE THANK THE LORD FOR MERCY!!!

And as for me, its time for me to say goodbye and goodnight (Cause its quarter to 12 rn in my watch)

AND ILL SEE YALL TOMORROW 🤗 BYE!!! 🙋‍♀️

I'm back as well! And we've finally caught up with each other.

Valid reaction. Sergio is also slowly going insane. Love that for him.

He's hoping he could. We all know this family has beef with that last one percentage.

(we'll see👀👀👀)

Hope is all we got at this point afabgs.

Now, now, don't speak to him like that. He has valid criticism.

I'd help him if I could, but alas (lmfao no, I do love them suffering)

Same recommendation. But he just, poor boy, could nothing to think of. So might as well be Laura. (also fair, who knows, maybe Andrés gets constantly kidnapped and forced into marriage)

Definitely, she's 100%. I really don't know how they do it.

Avsnsjsvjshsjs all theories are valid. Maybe Sergio does want Martín or Andrés, who knows what goes in the head of that fucker.

Seems like an interesting story! I never got along with my chemistry teachers. (Got one once to tell me that he's still not kicking me out of class only because he feels bad for my parents that they have to deal with me and they'll be the ones who will have to deal with the mess lmfao.)

Yes, have some faith in her!

100% accurate. Martín is this close from just shooting random people in the supermarket because they also could be the ones who kidnapped Andrés.

HAHAHA YES. This is exactly how the scene went.

We stan honesty in this house.

So happy you found it funny!!

I can confirm! Like 70% of all Egyptian drama as well.

I don't think he's hearing you well. But afnajscsgsh SAME. Okay look, now I really understand show runners with super homoerotic ships that they refuse to make canon. You try and make two male characters hate each other so much for plot then it slips and gets homoerotic.

Totally agree. This guy isn't making enemies with the right people (they are all dumb, but also none of them have anything that even resembles a moral compass)

Totally agree. This guy is honestly super amusing to watch and it's mainly because he's incapable of taking any situation in life seriously.

This family is really iconic. (love the song agsnsg) but also like Raquel would basically tell her after writing done his notes just put the title on top: things to never, ever, do.

I believe you! They really fucked with the wrong dumb family.

I mean, he's still a misogynist. Maybe some of us really like dagger, has he considered that?

That's as valid theory as any right there.

Hopefully Raquel will finally start listening to the child!

Raquel is the only one with a semblance of common sense.

Hope you had a good sleep! I'll see you tomorrow!

#thanks again kal!!#lovely review as always #Ramadan Telenovela #A Spanish Tale

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years ago

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“The road to our forever” - Chapter 8

Summary: John and Darcie are planning their wedding, but it comes with certain ups and downs.

John Wick x OFC Darcie

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: none

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A lot has happened in the past few months. We are completely settled into our new home. John has strategically stored his guns and other equipment around the house. He also has been talking to certain contractors about rebuilding some things here and there, but he decided that after we get back from our honeymoon, we’d finalize it all.

Jennie loves living in the old apartment and it’s like something insanely heavy has been lifted off her shoulders. She is happy again and she told me that her having to leave her apartment, because it was going to be much more expensive, caused her lots of stress and brought back multiple memories about when her parents suddenly passed away.

Raye and Aurelio have been on lots of dates and since a week after my birthday, they have been pretty official and I already caught them having sex after closing hours. So yeah…

And tomorrow John and I are finally getting married. Honestly, I can’t wait anymore. I really want to marry John and become Mrs. Wick.

After my shower, I walk to the bedroom in my pajamas, only to find John is not there. I frown, he was right here when I went in for a quick shower. I wander through the entire house, but there is no sign of him. He is not with the dogs in the living room, watching some television, not in the kitchen and he is also not taking a swim.

Finally I reach our roof terrace and see he is staring at the sky, on the lounge set that he insisted on buying the other day. ‘I was looking for you,’ I say to him, when I walk towards him.

The dogs are softly wagging their tails, but too tired to get up and greet me. ‘Sorry,’ John says, ‘needed to take a breath.’

‘Don’t apologize,’ I tell him. ‘You want me to join you?’

‘Please.’ He holds out his arms and I take place between his legs, my back pressed against his chest, as we look at the sky, staring mindlessly at the clouds.

‘It’s beautiful here,’ I admit.

John wraps his arms around my upper body. ‘It is.’

He feels tense, maybe he is nervous for tomorrow. ‘Are you okay?’ I ask him.

‘I’m fine, sweetheart,’ John says in a flat tone that tells me otherwise.

‘Are you sure?’

‘You think I’m lying?’

God, I didn’t want him to snap like that. I wiggle out of his arms and sit up straight. I turn around so I can look at him. ‘No,’ I tell him, ‘just wondering. Didn’t mean to bother you.’

‘I’m fine.’ His tone is a lot harsher now than it was before.

I stand up and walk towards the edge of our terrace. Great, the day before our wedding and he has a mood. I’ve barely seen John like this—actually, I haven’t seen him at all like this, especially not towards me. I think it’s for the best that I don’t say anything at all, because God knows what’s up and God knows what will happen when I accidentally say something else.

Oreo presses his cold wet nose against my ankle and when I pet him, I see out of the corners of my eyes that Tiki is accompanying John. I wonder what is going on in his mind. Is he having second thoughts about us? About the wedding? He seemed at ease. Even when we picked up my nosey ass family from the airport, he handled it with grace and was so incredibly charming, that I heard my grandma say to my mother that she likes him and wishes she wasn’t married to my grandfather.

‘Are you mad at me?’ John asks, breaking the silence between us.

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ I retort. ‘Because you snapped? Well, I could be, but I snap too sometimes, so who am I to be mad?’

‘You’re mad,’ he concludes. ‘I’m honestly fine, Darcie.’

‘Sure. If you say so.’

‘You don’t believe me, do you?’

‘No.’ I stand up and lean with my back against the balustrade. My arms are crossed in front of my chest. I’m really not looking forward to making a scene on our roof terrace, especially on the day before our wedding. ‘You’re obviously stressing about something and I want to help you, but you have to let me in.’

‘How do you know I’m stressing about something?’ He places Tiki on the ground and stands up. ‘When I say that I’m fine, I’m fine.’

He sounds pissed. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk like that and especially not to me. ‘Okay, you’re fine then. Good to know.’

John runs his fingers through his longish hair. ‘I’m going to take a swim.’

‘Go ahead,’ I say. ‘Just next time, when you feel absolutely “fine”, please be a little bit nicer. That you feel “fine”, sucks for you already, but you don’t need to make me feel like shit as well.’

I shouldn’t have said that. Why would I say something like that?

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ John turns around and for the first time since we’re together, he is mad at me. Like, really mad at me. ‘Why would you say something like that?’

‘It’s obvious that something is bothering and you are not letting me in. You barely do.’

‘I let you in all the time.’

I can’t help but bark out a laugh because of that blatant lie. ‘Oh, is that so?’ I’m about to raise my voice, but since we’re outside, I manage to down it down a bit. ‘Because if I don’t ask, you don’t share. Do you have any idea how insanely needy, clingy and invasive it feels to pry and dig every single time, so I can get to know you a tiny bit better? John, honestly, I respect your boundaries, I respect the difficulties of opening up, but remember that I’m going to be your wife. And if you can’t fucking tell me what is going on inside your head a day before our wedding and you keep telling me that you are fine when it’s so obvious that you are not…’

‘You want to cancel the wedding?’

I think John could’ve slapped me in the face and it wouldn’t have hurt as much as this question. ‘What?’ I hear my own voice echo a few times. ‘That is not at all what I implied. I just said that you need to open up. How on earth does that equal canceling the wedding?’

John doesn’t say anything. His chest rises quickly and his fists are clenched. He can’t even look at me.

I almost feel sorry for him.

‘You know what,’ I tell him, ‘go ahead, take a swim. I don’t want to talk to you now, because I feel like I’m going to say something I might regret.’

John sighs.

‘See you tomorrow,’ I tell him, hoping he would just go away.

He turns around and walks from the terrace. Tiki looks up at me, before running after him, barking in the process. Oreo softly whimpers and I look to my side. ‘You want to go out for a drive?’

⟢⟡⟣

This is the first time I took out the Mustang by myself and I obviously do it in style, with my pink pajamas, with tiny milk cartons on it. I don’t know how long I’m driving, but after it’s already dark outside for awhile, I finally park the car in front of our house. Oreo sits in the passengers seat and he wags his tail when I look at him, but even then, I can’t stop thinking about John.

Earlier today, John and I checked out our venue, to finalize some things there. Aurelio, Raye and Jennie were there, my parents even stopped by for a second, probably to escape my family for a minute. John held my hand the entire time and whenever we were alone for a few seconds, he’d kiss me and tell me how happy he was that tomorrow is our wedding day. How excited he was that in less than twenty four hours we’d be husband and wife. We’d be at the beginnings of us being the Wick family.

That still hasn’t changed right?

‘Should I talk to him?’ I ask Oreo. ‘I have been gone for quite some time now, I bet he is worried.’ I did leave him a note, so I figure he knows I’m coming back. ‘I think I hurt his feelings,’ I say, ‘but he did the same to me. I know that since John and I are adults, it shouldn’t be like this and just because he hurt me, I can do the same.’

I sigh deeply as I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car, Oreo following me. I lock the car, before I walk into our house. This can’t be the end of our fairytale, right?

From the looks of it, John is already in bed. I walk past the note to see he scribbled something on it. A simple heart, so I know that he read it and almost like he lets me know that he still loves me.

Oreo found his spot on the couch and I see Tiki is already curled up on her blanket. John left on some small lights, so while I walk upstairs, I click them off. I carefully open up the door and when I look inside, I see he is still up, staring at the ceiling with the lights next to him on.

This situation gives me major flashbacks about the time when he got shot during his final job.

‘You’re back,’ he says, when he sits up straight.

‘Of course.’ I lean against the door after I closed it. ‘How was your swim?’

John shrugs. ‘Okay.’

‘Right.’ I walk towards my side of the bed and grab my pillow. ‘I think I’m going to sleep in the guest room,’ I say.

‘Why?’

‘I don’t want to upset you.’

John sighs. ‘You’re not going to upset me.’

‘How are you sure?’ I hug my pillow to my chest and I wish deep down that I was hugging John right now.

‘I want to talk about this,’ he says. ‘I really do. But first and foremost, I want to apologize for how I behaved.’

I shake my head. ‘No, if anyone should apologize, it’s me. I treated you like crap.’

‘You didn’t,’ he tells me. ‘You stood up for yourself and I admire that. You should stand up for yourself, you know that and you know I want that.’

‘I hurt you, John.’

‘You did,’ he tells me, ‘but it was necessary.’

I shake my head. ‘No, John…’ This really shouldn’t be a moment for me to cry, but tears are spilling out of my eyes. I quickly wipe them away, but John noticed.

Of course he noticed.

‘Don’t cry, sweetheart,’ he whispers. ‘Please, come here.’

Hearing him so vulnerable, so tiny, I place my pillow back and crawl underneath our thin blanket. He holds out his arms and I curl up beside him, melting against his strong frame.

‘I was such an asshole,’ he tells me. ‘Especially since you were only being thoughtful and helpful, like you usually are. You were right anyways, something was bothering me.’

‘Before I ask,’ I say, ‘you think I’m invasive and clingy?’

John shakes his head. ‘No, of course not and I hate the fact that I gave you that impression. Fuck, I’m such a screw up.’

‘No, John,’ I say, ‘you are not a screw up. I love you, remember that.’

He nods. ‘I love you too.’

‘Do you want to let me in or…?’

‘I want to,’ he whispers.

‘But you can’t?’

John sighs. ‘I just keep wondering: what if this is all going to be taken away from me? It happened to me before, what if it happens again?’

‘And what exactly are you afraid of?’

‘That one day I wake up and you’re not there.’

‘You’re afraid I’m going to run off? Or be taken from you?’

He shrugs. ‘Both I guess.’

‘John,’ I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. ‘I’m not going anywhere. The one that I love, is you. You know how I was and still am a bit, afraid of talking to someone about the future. However, when I’m with you, I can’t stop.’

He places his forehead on my shoulder. ‘I’m just overreacting.’

‘No, no, no, don’t say that. You are not overreacting. When you are open about your feelings and insecurities, you’re not overreacting. I’m so grateful that you trust me enough that you can be open with me.’

‘But you were right, Darcie. I’m barely open with you. I told you I’m open with you all the time, but that was a lie. I lied to you.’

‘We’ll work on that once we are married, okay?’ I say.

John wants to say something. ‘Yeah, okay. Are we good again?’

I smile. ‘Of course, just can’t believe that one day before our wedding, we have our first real fight.’

‘But we handled it.’

I give him a kiss on his cheek. ‘We’ll always handle it. I still love you, John.’

‘I love you too, my sweet lovely Darcie.’

⟢⟡⟣

I’m going to get married in less than four hours. After our fight last night, John and I had a good conversation about our wedding tomorrow, not mentioning all the things that he still didn’t tell me. Though we were tired, we woke up at four in the morning and John whispered in my ear that he wanted to make love to his fiancée one more time, before we got married.

It had been such a lovely morning and when we arrived at the venue, we realized that we’d be getting married in just a matter of hours. The smile on John’s face was priceless and it made me realize that I was so lucky that I’m going to marry him.

The make-up artist is finishing up the last bits of my make-up, while she continues to rave about how handsome my fiancé is, after she demanded on seeing more pictures of him. I take every possibility with both of my hands when I can show him off, so I kept looking for the best pictures I have of him, causing her to grow more jealous with each photo.

I’m already wearing my dress, with a see through cape draped over me, to protect it from the make-up. Raye and Jennie are wearing their respective bridesmaids dresses and they continue to make pictures, because—and I quote—this is so fucking amazing.

We hear two knocks on the door and my dad peeks around the corner after Raye told him it was all safe. ‘What’s up?’ she asks him. ‘Mister Angel, you look quite nervous. Is it because you have to walk your daughter down the aisle?’

‘No, I just want to talk to the bridesmaids for a second,’ he says with a smile, but something about it makes me feel a little worried. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes, like at all.

Jennie and Raye leave the room and thank God the make-up artist is done. I quickly thank her and walk towards the door. I place my ear against it and I hear Aurelio say: ‘I already checked their new place, the old apartment, but he is not there.’

‘I can’t believe you,’ Raye says to him. ‘I thought you were going to keep him company.’

‘Geez, I’m sorry, but a man’s gotta pee. Besides, I’m his best man, not his babysitter.’

I don’t like the sound of this. Without thinking I open the door. ‘What are you guys talking about?’

They all look at each other with a worried look on their faces. My dad takes a deep breath, before he says: ‘I’m so sorry, Darcie, but we can’t seem to find John anywhere.’

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thestorytellersapprentice · 4 years ago

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Pulled out of Orbit

Pairing: Jo Yeong/Myeong Seung-ah

Fandom: The King: Eternal Monarch

Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Summary: Being in a possible courtship with Jo Yeong sucked. One minute, he could be so sweet (albeit also such a grandma), but next he could act like such a prick, she wanted to throw something at his head.

Notes: Unbeta-ed. Post drama. A direct continuation to "Over Booze and Buzz", and references "Duality of a Man", but the two fics are not absolutely required to read and enjoy this. This can also work as a stand-alone, though their relationship in this fic will feel more natural if you’ve read the mentioned fics as companions :)

Link: ArchiveofOurOwn / Fic Master list on Tumblr

~ How would you feel, if you had this crush on someone who you thought was really, really cool, the best on his field, the shield of the nation, the personification of an action hero, just, like, insanely cool and all, okay, and said crush had just swooped in and whisked you away from - well, at the expense of sounding a little bit dramatic - death? Would you even have any brain capacity to put together even a coherent thought?

No?

Yeah, same here, Myeong Seung-ah concluded.

“It's just a graze,” the doctor, a kind-looking man in his early seventies who had tended to her, had said after inspecting her wound.

Seung-ah blinked several times, trying to scare the blurriness away.

She was vaguely aware that she was still vertical, sitting somewhere inside the medical van. Her entire body was still kind of sore from the impact, and some part of the back of her head still throbbed, ever slightly. She tried to hold up the ice pack against her head properly, but her arm felt like jelly, nearly with no energy left.

“You might have a mild concussion," the doctor continued as he finished up bandaging her upper arm. "Make sure you have someone staying with you tonight."

Seung-ah nodded at that, but her mind was not really there. Instead, she flashed back to the series of events which just happened.

One minute she was standing to the side, busy composing and drafting posts of the King’s opening speech for the official Royal SNS account, and the next thing she knew, gunshots rang out loud inside the stadium and chaos ensued. She barely had time to register what the hell had just happened when she caught him on her line of sight: the shooter, a masked man with the black baseball cap. He was emptying his gun blindly among the fleeing crowds before turning his aim at her general direction.

If someone had asked her what thought crossed her mind at that fateful time, then Myeong Seung-ah could only answer with: nothing.

It all happened too fast.

She just knew that she was completely frozen, rooted on her spot, and then another gunshot rang out - too loud, why is it so loud - and then she just remembered the blur of a shadow came in between the bullet and her, tackling her to the ground, hard.

It took Seung-ah a while - felt too much like a lifetime - to realize that it was Jo Yeong.

The Captain had her pinned down, his body covering her view completely from the madman as he wasted no time barking orders to secure His Majesty away and take the assailant down. She remembered taking a peek over his shoulders in muted awareness, seeing his fellow royal guards swarming in on the shooter. A couple of guys from the special forces, identifiable from their all-black uniform, also joined in, all of their weapons drawn up.

So, yeah, basically, she was almost shot.

If the Captain hadn't tackled her to the ground, then she was sure that her body would be decorated by bullet holes by now. She knew how extremely lucky she was that the bullet just grazed her. If it was a couple of centimeters more to the side, then-

Seung-ah stopped that trail of thought.

Her head spun.

She could not stop herself to recall that it was not her first time being rescued by the Captain. Curiously, it just happened that both times involved a madman with a gun.

If she was a believer that there was no such thing as mere coincidences, only fate, then Seung-ah would definitely interpret it as a clear warning sign from the Universe: stay very far away from this man, he’s dangerous.

She turned in her seat, seeking him out.

Her head throbbed even more from the movement, but she was more overwhelmed by how it felt like her heart just made a weird flip inside her chest as she realized that the man in question, Captain Jo Yeong, was still there, on the exact same spot she last saw him after he had rushed her to the medic.

He was still standing on the edge of the opened van, his gaze directed slightly to the side, sporting a hard expression on his face. He looked like he could and had every intention to murder someone.

Yeah, he definitely is dangerous.

“She’s okay, Jo daejangnim,” the elderly doctor got up to approach the Captain. He ducked his head to avoid the ceiling. “Mild concussion, perhaps, but as long as she’s careful, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you, Doctor Byun,“ Seung-ah heard him say quietly.

The doctor patted the younger man on the shoulder before he exited the vehicle, presumably to talk to his team.

Directly after, the Captain climbed into the van and took the seat beside her. He kept a calculated distance, but it was still close enough for their shoulders and knees to touch.

His gaze first landed on her newly bandaged arm, before moving up to her face and lingered there. Their eyes locked. “You really feel okay?”

“Guess so,” Seung-ah replied, probably a beat too soon, but what else could she respond to that? It was not as if she could tell the man beside her that it took a great deal of her self-restraint not to just lean on his shoulder right there and then.

She wondered briefly if he would let her. He did allow, and even initiate, things to happen between them already, so it was a fair assumption that she had the privilege. But she thought better of it.

She just felt extremely tired and wanted to sleep, so, so bad.

Seung-ah crossed her arms purposefully. Her hands were still shaking, slightly, but she hoped he didn’t notice.

There was no such luck, though, she could see it from the way one his eyebrows twitched slightly upon her lie. But he did not make a comment.

Instead, he just let out a long, low exhale, before continuing on, his voice soft and steady, “Come on, let’s get you home.”

In the car, the next thing Seung-ah did after giving him her address was to call Choi Soo-ji, her childhood friend. She did hear and remember the kind doctor's advice not to be alone, and she intended to comply.

If she was being honest with herself, of course she wanted no one but Jo Yeong himself to stay with her that night. But even at her most self-serving state, Seung-ah knew how crazy it sounded and she would not even entertain that idea any further.

She chose to focus her attention to Choi Soo-ji instead. "Soo-ji-ya, can you come over and stay with me tonight?"

"Right now? What's the occasion?" Soo-ji was a cellist and Seung-ah knew that she was currently busy preparing for her solo recital, but she just felt awkward phoning her other friends. She mostly got estranged from most of them except for Soo-ji when she was living in Canada. Choi Soo-ji was kind of her only hope.

"I-"

Seung-ah thought it over quickly, thinking of how much she should tell her. Her friend would find out the truth from the news pretty soon anyway, if she hadn’t already. Seung-ah assumed it was futile to try dodging the question, so she finally settled on the following, "I banged my head at work today. Need you to monitor me, just in case I grow two heads or something."

At the end of the line, her so-called best friend just responded with: "Don't you have those already?"

“Yah, Choi Soo-ji,” Seung-ah chided. But actually, she was glad that her friend chose to joke about it. There was a lifelong understanding between them, and she was really not in the mood to answer any more questions than what was necessary.

The cellist chuckled. “Alright then. Some heads up, though, I’m gonna raid your chocolate and ice cream stash. I’m this close to losing my mind!”

After they both said their goodbyes, Seung-ah stole a glance sideways at the Captain as she ended the call.

For some reason, she found herself at a loss for words, wondering what she should open their conversation with. It was weird, really, because she usually had no problem teasing him or anything. But at that moment, her mind just went blank.

True, they had kissed that night during the King's birthday, not just in the locker room, but also at the secluded halls of the palace. (It was one of the perks of getting it from a Royal Guard who knew precisely where all the CCTV cameras were by heart.) And Seung-ah had to stress that the kissing part was good. More than good, actually.

It was intense, and a little bit rough.

It was everything she imagined it would be and then more-

But they hadn’t even had the chance to have the talk.

Both were practically swept away with their respective responsibilities right after the party ended. Him, with the security debriefing, and her, with the event photos and publication which needed to move on tight deadlines.

After that, the following few days happened to be a busy period for the Captain, something that Seung-ah herself was also privy to as a staff of the PA Office. The King and Royal Court always had several public appearances scheduled right following his birthday, many which she also helped to organize, and she and her coworkers had been working around the clock to accommodate the sudden changes which always seemed to happen around such events.

Between the two of them, phone messages were exchanged and short calls were occasionally made, but they all happened sporadically. Often, he would reply to her messages on all sorts of odds hours. In return, she would feel bad engaging him in extended trivial conversations, so their message thread was a mess of half-baked inquiries and choppy attempts at discourse.

She was even worried that he was not getting enough sleep as he should, so Seung-ah had to practice a whole lot of self-restraints.

Being in a possible courtship with Jo Yeong sucked.

Of course, she would like to know where they stood too. Were they considered dating already? Were they still strictly coworkers, but he's still trying to court her? Was it still the other way around, her chasing him? Or all of it didn't mean anything to him?

Seung-ah was pretty sure it wouldn't come to the last option, though. She was not a genius, but the fact that the Captain of the Royal Guards chose to stay with her and take her home instead of guarding the King in the aftermath of such a huge incident felt like a declaration already, coming from him.

So, why was she being so nervous, all of the sudden?

It should be the uncomfortable silence which fell between them. He didn’t even turn on his radio, no surprise there, but even for his standards, it was a new level of quietness.

It unnerved her.

What really did not help was that his cell phone, which was connected to his car systems, kept ringing and ringing, and he kept declining the calls. He had even taken off his earpiece too, she realized belatedly when she noticed that his right ear was bare, no device in sight.

She really tried to make sense of the mood - his mood, to be more specific, but she was only able to come up with one easy assumption: he must be furious.

"Daejangnim?" she started, testing the water.

He did not even give her any indication that he heard her.

"Are you....angry?" She took a pause, unsure if she should continue. But she did. She wanted to know. "With me?"

Seung-ah watched him carefully as his furrowed brows deepened upon hearing the question.

"No,” he replied. Icy. Curt. Dismissive. What he said totally contradicted how he said it.

At times like these, she just hated his monosyllabic tendencies.

He confused her further though, by finally turning to look at her as they stopped in traffic. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep?" He had said, his tone was tender this time around. "I'll wake you when we've arrived."

Seung-ah decided she would just agree to his suggestion. Her head did feel heavy, and his ever changing moods were a bit too much for her to also deal with at the moment.

Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the window, and soon drifted off.

"Be sure to give the hospital a call on the first sign of discomfort, okay?" He reminded her, seemed to revert back to his gentle self when he escorted her to her front door. "Watch out for any ringing in your ears, nausea, or even if you experience any sleep disruption."

"I will. Thank you for taking me home, daejangnim," she said, basking in his attention.

"Has your friend arrived already?”

“Hang on.”

Soo-ji knew her passcode, so Seung-ah just needed to key in her code and check her apartment’s entryway for her friend’s shoes to know the answer. And right on cue, Soo-ji’s bright red pumps greeted her sight. They were already lined up neatly beside her boots and heels, in exchange for one of her room slippers.

“Ah, yes, she’s here already,” Seung-ah informed him, feeling a pang of disappointment. She would not get the chance to invite the Captain inside for a quick tea after all. She was not ready for him to meet any of her friends just yet, even if said friend was Soo-ji. Especially Soo-ji, with her Spanish Inquisition.

“Okay then,” Jo Yeong had said. He nodded his goodbye greeting and then turned on his heels. She caught the sight of him instantly re-attaching his earpiece as he started to go down the stairs.

Seung-ah stayed put, leaving her door open as she watched his receding back for a while. The Captain finally took his phone out and answered his call. “Cut it out, Heok-pil. You don't have to keep calling me. I've told you, I'll deal with it after I got back-"

She could still hear his frustrated sigh from her doorway, before his voice became fainter as he expanded the distance. "Fine, might as well. Just put him on.”

Seung-ah visibly deflated.

Being in a potential courtship with Jo Yeong totally sucks, big time.

At first, she thought that it should be a mistake.

But then she reread and reread the latest email that the Captain of the Royal Guards had just sent to the whole PA Office regarding their latest proposal, and then she just went angrier by the minute. No, enraged.

She never thought such a day would come. Not that soon, anyway.

"Where is Jo daejangnim?" demanded Seung-ah to her Royal Guards acquaintance, Park In-young, whom she encountered just outside of the Royal Guards Headquarter which also served as the Palace’s Control Tower.

The Royal Guard in question had just closed the door to said office behind her. “He’s inside,” In-young replied.

She should have noticed the fire in her eyes, because In-young continued a beat later, her tone urgent, “Hey, you don't want to disturb him right now, Miss Myeong Seung-ah."

Why the hell not, was what she’d like to say, but it was not In-young she was furious with. So, Seung-ah settled with, "Why not?"

"He had been pulling all-nighters for several days now. Heok-pil had gotten such an earful about some minor typos in his report, Jo daejangnim looked like he’s this close to explode. He is scariest whenever he’s trying to hold it in instead, you know.”

Ah, so he still retained his murderous mood from the incident, Seung-ah thought.

“We all have been walking in eggshells,” she concluded. "Tread with caution."

“Thank you for the warning,” Seung-ah replied, even though she felt like she did not give a damn.

At that time, she would bet that she was even angrier than him, though strictly only for professional reasons. On the personal front, her relationship with the Captain was having very little progress since he had dropped her off last week, but it was indeed peak season for both and they took their respective jobs very seriously, so she had no complaints on that subject as of yet. What also helped was his last text to her, which was stamped at 5:02 a.m. that morning, consisted of a sincere morning greeting and a gentle reminder to bring her umbrella to work that day because of the weather forecast. She had been woken up to it with a smile on her face.

Jo Yeong could be sweet when he wanted to (albeit also such a grandma).

But he could also turn into such a prick at work.

“Jo daejangnim, I would like some explanation, please," she wasted no time stating her disapproval right after she entered his office. She marched up towards his desk. "You can't just-"

Seung-ah stopped herself when she finally arrived in front of him.

He looked bad. Well, that was such a quick way to describe it, actually, but it did sum up the sight before her at that moment.

When she approached, he was in the middle of pinching his temples with one hand, rubbing them with his thumb and middle finger in circular motion. The Captain stopped what he was doing, though, once he clearly registered her voice. When he lowered his hand, Yeong looked weary, the dark circles under his eyes were unmistakable, and he was slightly paler than usual.

He let out an annoyed exhale as he rose up from his seat to meet her gaze.

His voice came out scarily level then, like it took him a great deal not to chew her up right then and there. "I've sent memos to the Royal Public Affairs Office about our code of conduct, have I not? You cannot just propose a new event, on such an open space, consisting of such outrageous proposals to involve so many civilians on divided fronts, with just a week's notice to the Royal Guards. I have explained it all in the documents, which now I doubt you read."

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the remaining Royal Guards in the room try to shuffle quietly towards the door.

"But you cannot just make the recommendation to dismiss the whole event. We've worked hard for months on it-”

"I can, and I just did," he stood his ground. At that point, he gave her an unflinching glare.

Seung-ah felt like crying in frustrations.

The Royal Public Affairs, especially she, had been working on the event for months. They planned on revamping the Royal Court image to reflect the modern times and promote science and knowledge all at the same time by inviting carefully selected digital influencers from various backgrounds to a single conference: from biotechnology scientists, startup practitioners, financial advisors, to entrepreneurs and digital marketers. There should be a packed schedule of interactive presentations, and each of the influencers would be prompted to stream the conference’s contents to their own platforms. Offline and online spreading of knowledge and networking opportunities, all at once.

The King, being a man of science and knowledge himself, had been reviewing the initiative with enthusiasm right from the start. He had even volunteered his expanded time to collaborate on-site with a few of the influencers.

To say that the event was a big deal for Seung-ah was a bit of an understatement.

"I'm just trying to understand," her voice quivered slightly then.

Yeong closed his eyes at that, his eyebrows knitted even more than usual as he let out a long exhale. "Please, not now, Miss Myeong Seung-ah."

When he reopened his eyes, she was stunned to see the resigned plea in his eyes. "My head hurts," he said, quietly.

She softened in an instant.

"I'm sorry if I make it worse," she said, her anger evaporated. “I just-”

She did not finish her sentence. Everything she had been prepared to counterattack him with felt awfully childish then. She had never seen the Captain like that. He made her both confused and slightly terrified at the same time.

They fell into a pregnant pause.

Yeong threw his gaze away from her after a while. And then, after drawing in a breath, he finally confessed, "I- I did not even think about Pyeha when I dived in to save you."

Seung-ah froze, taking his admission in. The patterns and connections started to form in her head.

He should have felt lost, she realized. Jo Yeong, the best swordsman of the nation, whose single focus for almost the entirety of his life was to protect His Majesty and His Majesty only, suddenly had his life priorities yanked from under him.

How was she supposed to know that her initiative to have both the King and herself circling the conference independently all day long was enough to push the Captain over the edge?

He looked absolutely terrified. "Look what you've done to me, Miss Myeong Seung-ah."

Seung-ah rushed over to him then, hugging him real tight. Her heart ached seeing him that way. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry I make it harder for you. I didn't know you feel that way."

He burrowed his head on the crook of her neck, returning her embrace.

They stayed like that for a while.

"I'll follow your stupid rules, then,” Seung-ah relented, her voice half muffled by his shirt.

Yeong let out an incredulous chuckle.

Finally, Seung-ah thought, the tightness in her chest instantly dissipated. She would have to overhaul her proposal, but she supposed it’s worth it. She realized that she was way too lenient with the man.

"Thank you," he replied quietly. He broke their embrace to look at her properly. “Just this once. Next time, give me much more time to prepare, will you? We can go over the best course of action together."

“I need to make sure I can protect both you and the Majesty at all times,” was unsaid, but he didn’t need to spell it out for her. She could see it in his eyes, loud and clear.

“It’ll be my pleasure,” she replied, already pulling him into another hug.

A few minutes passed, and when it should’ve dawned on him that she probably wouldn’t budge anytime soon, Yeong finally voiced his concern, "Uh, Seung-ah?"

"Let me be," she said. "Just for five minutes more. I just had a fight with my captain, I need some time to calm myself down."

Somewhere above her, she heard Yeong made a mortified noise.

She just stood there, comforted by the sound of his beating heart. Strong. Steady. The one who's worried for her. Her protector.

Seung-ah's smiles got wider as Yeong started to caress her hair.

Being in a courtship with Jo Yeong can be so wonderful, her heart is full.

#jo yeong #myeong seung ah #myung seung ah #woo do hwan #kim yong ji #king: eternal monarch #because there's not enough fics of them #because they're just too cute #for some reason my post doesn't show up on feed #hm curious

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waterturnsback · 4 years ago

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At the risk of being overly earnest...

All of this blog post will go after the jump because no one should read it, and I’ll probably delete it later.

Today is July 20, and without fail, it is the hottest day of the year. Dark Sky says it is 93 degrees but feels like 98 degrees. MyRadar says it is 92 degrees and feels like 96 degrees. The default iPhone weather app says it is 93 degrees and feels like 99 degrees. It is 7:25 p.m. It is awful.

Every summer, this stretch of days is the most oppressive of the year. The preheating of our sidewalks and streets is over, and it is time to bake. The humidity rolls in to make it a sauna. It is awful. It helps me remember everything.

There are too many events tied to this week. From July 17 through July 24, give or take a few days on either end, I can lay out formative events since 2008. Timehop and Facebook Memories have jarred my brain over the past few days and reminded me of what I miss, what I savor and what has shaped me to this point.

In 2008, Anna and I went to Whartscape in Baltimore on July 20. I took the above photo of Sam Herring of Future Islands there. I used to pinpoint this day as my shift into truly being “cool,” which is a concept that doesn’t quite age well. But we saw Future Islands, Dan Deacon, a Girl Talk side project, Adventure, Parts & Labor, Double Dagger, Ponytail and so many more. There were a bunch of weirdos in a parking lot in Baltimore. I was 16, and I hadn’t been around that before. It was something I wanted to be a part of in the future. It ruled. I am bummed I did not write about this day on the 10-year anniversary two years ago and that it came up quickly this year. Maybe for the 13th anniversary? It was a hot day. Black Dice’s set to close the night got canceled when a storm blew through, and Anna and I got lost in Baltimore in the storm.

Two days earlier, Anna and I went to Artscape to see The Oranges Band, one of the criminally underrated Baltimore bands of the 2000s. Anna was super into them in the early/mid-2000s, and I think they just weren’t weird enough to carve out the longevity and brain space of some of the Whartscape acts. It was fun. It was hot.

One day earlier, Scooter + Jinx played its last show (I don’t think we played again after that?) at the Shamrock Park bandshell. It was acoustic with me, Anna and Benn, and we covered Wilco (three times!), The White Stripes, Silversun Pickups, The Thermals, Cold War Kids, Pixies and I really can’t bear to watch any more of the videos to figure out what else we played. It was a lot. Earlier, I played guitar for Ashley, who sang, and we played some originals and covered Ted Leo. That was the night where Kate and I said we “liked” each other. It was a big deal at the time.

In 2009, there was another outdoor concert at the bandshell the same weekend. I performed alone as Wapinitia, and then Benn accompanied me on a drum for a “Death Valley ‘69″ cover and a Polar Bear Club cover. I played a ton of originals that I know longer remember how to play, though I find the set list for that night when I was cleaning out my room last week and packed it away in a box.

A couple people spent that summer trying to set me up with Elisabeth, and I had been listening to them, despite a couple disastrous encounters a month earlier. The Rita’s/Wendy’s setup will live in infamy. But I tried, and then I realized that I just didn’t care. So I hung out with Kyle and we talked to whole time. I was disillusioned that summer, but I was 17, so it makes sense.

In 2010, I do not really remember what I was doing. The IronBirds were on the road that weekend, so I was not working. I know I went back to Shamrock Park at night and just kind of walked around because I was sad and lonely (lol). My high school graduation party, which doubled as Anna’s college graduation party and my parents’ 25th wedding anniversary part, was in a couple days, so we were cleaning.

In 2011, I went to New York for the weekend. On July 22, Anna and I sat at the Williamsburg Waterfront and watched Death From Above 1979 perform from a distance. It was a hot night. The next day, Molly P. met up with us, and we went to the Prospect Park Zoo before seeing The Feelies, Real Estate and Times New Viking. We saw Real Estate in May and Anna was at the 285 Kent show in June where the band played its new album front to back, so we were seeing the evolution of the Days songs in the live environment. It was a great show, and I think I tried to drink some coconut water and immediately spit it out. Otherwise, Anna kept getting us wine.

From Prospect Park, we went to Shea Stadium and caught Andrew Cedermark’s set to close a bill that had also featured Dustin Wong. It was $7 per person to get in, or something like that, but Anna hustled Patrick Stickles at the door to let the three of us in for $7 because there was only one band left. We were drinking out on the Shea Stadium balcony, and Molly P. told me that she wished she hadn’t agreed to go see ODDSAC with me instead of going to senior prom the week before. I can’t argue with that. I texted Molly M. that I liked her.

Jeffery and Kia were at 285 Kent, so we went down to the water from Shea and wound up seeing Pictureplane at some insane hour of the night. It was so hot in 285. My phone said it was 88 degrees outside or something along those lines, and I got a chill when I walked out of 285. Someone was handing out watermelon, and it was hot. I don’t know how I survived that day. The mass shooting in Norway also happened that weekend.

The next day, Molly M. and I talked about the night before, and I said, “It’s real.” We wandered Williamsburg that day before going to Hoboken to see Real Estate and Dent May at Maxwell’s.

In 2012, Grandpa and Grandma died during the week, so I was a mess (though I did see Shut Up And Play The Hits in theaters, and it was good). I was going to New York anyway July 20, but I called out of my internship and got on an earlier bus. Anna picked me up from the MegaBus and we just kind of wandered Manhattan. The Aurora mass shooting happened the night before, too. I don’t remember where we got dinner, other than we got Mexican. We went out to Ridgewood Queens and then got ready. Molly M. was home in San Diego that weekend, so I didn’t have to walk on eggshells at Emily’s apartment on Havermeyer. Diana was in a fun mood, along with Becky, and Anastassia, Molly K. and Marc B. were also there (and more probably met up with us?). We pregamed pretty hard, and there are a bunch of hilarious photos that are now gone from Facebook because Becky deactivated last week. We went to the Woods and then some random house party in Williamsburg. There are a bunch of goofy pictures of me and Emily in the backyard, and Emily fell asleep on a bike(?).

The next day, Anna and I met up with Dent May at Grand Ferry Park and interviewed him for about 20 minutes. It was a perfect interview, and he tapped into a lot of what me and Anna were feeling psychically without knowing what we were going through. It was a beautiful night, and it was just really cool to talk to him. He was playing Glasslands, and since I was 20, I couldn’t go, so me and Anna met up with Anastassia and went to House of Vans to see Dum Dum Girls and Widowspeak. Anna and Anastassia stood inside the alcohol area, while I stood on the other side of the fence to talk to them. The sets were good, and then Anna and I went back to 285 to see Iceage. It was nuts. There were real punks there, and the indie kids weren’t ready for it.

On Sunday, July 22, Anna and I went down to DUMBO with Anastassia, and we walked the Brooklyn Bridge. It was cool. I still do not understand the logic of riding your bike across the bridge if you are a serious biker, but the views were great and it wasn’t too hot. We wandered Manhattan a little bit and then took the ferry back. It was one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen, and it was a satisfying end to the weekend during an awful time. Emily and Diana met up with us at American Apparel. Everyone agreed it was one of the most fun weekends of the summer, and it happened while Molly M. was away. Hm.

On Monday, we went to see Beach House in Central Park. Marc P. got the ticket that was supposed to be for Molly M. It rained. Lower Dens opened. It was beautiful. Anastassia watched from outside the fence, and we all went back to Brooklyn together. I was taking the bus home the next afternoon, so Anastassia and I met up in Williamsburg in the morning and went to Co-Op 87. I bought her a Widowspeak 7″, and we went over to Manhattan and I got pho for the first time in my life. It remains one of my favorite weekends under the worst circumstances.

In 2013, it was again one of the hottest days of the year. Me, Dan and Rob drove to Annapolis on July 19, and it was miserable. We tried to walk around. I did a phone interview with someone on the street. We got ice cream, and then we went back to College Park. On July 20, I went to Baltimore and met up with Seth and Ryan at an Irish bar on the Inner Harbor where we were going to meet Colleen for her birthday, but her flight got screwed up, so me, Seth and Ryan just watched the pirate boat in the harbor and the lightning.

In 2014, I was alone in California, so I drove out to Pomona to go to the Viva Pomona festival. I saw Thee Oh Sees, Fuzz and Terry Malts. I bought Worry by Big Troubles on vinyl from a record store out there. It was cool. I think that was the same weekend I watched an entire season of House of Cards, went to The Geffen Contemporary to see the Mike Kelley exhibit and then met up with Jack in Echo Park.

In 2015, I came home from covering a girls youth soccer tournament in Richmond and went to see No Age at the H&H Building on the hottest day of the year. They were good. No one was really there. A couple days later, I got my first real job at The Sun.

In 2016, I hadn’t taken my job at PennLive yet, but it was getting close. On July 23, we went to an Orioles game with a pretty deep crew, and it turned into a long day. It was so hot and so humid. It was raining, but there were no clouds over us. Jack said it was like the sky was crying.

In 2017, we spent a night in D.C. We were trying to use Brad & Mike’s pool because it was so hot, but then it thunderstormed.

In 2018, we were on our way to Western Maryland for a weekend at Deep Creek Lake. I got pulled over for speeding leaving Cumberland, but I got let off with a warning because I pulled over right when the guy waved me down. It was a good weekend. I think that was really the first time I started drinking a lot of White Claw. We got taquitos for the lake house, and it was the best food decision we made that weekend. Later, that weekend, I thought I lost my phone. I didn’t.

In 2019, we were in Denver. It was fine.

In 2020, I am sitting in my apartment waiting for a mattress to be delivered so I can throw out my old one and my futon frame in the trash tonight and then set up my room. I am so close to getting there.

#personal #writing

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

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Survey #254

“i hate that it seems you were never enough; we were broken and bleeding, but never gave up.”

What’s the best gift you’ve ever gotten? My late dog Teddy. Well technically, it was a container of puppy chow behind the tree, but in essence, him. Has there ever been a person you regret ever being friends with? I don't think so? Do you think you have a good understanding of love? Yes. What do you want to do on your honeymoon? Relax and enjoy quality time w/ my spouse somewhere great. Do you think Medical Marijuana should be legalized? Yes. If you were forced to dye your hair another color, what color would you get? At this current time, silver. What do you think of your parent(s)? I love them, a lot. Who do you talk to on the phone most often? Actually talk, Mom. But I text Sara more. What’s a song that makes you feel happy? Uhhh "</code>" by MIW came to me first. What celebrity would you like to meet? M-M-M-mARk What is your favorite clothing store? I can't really say. I like Hot Topic's content most, but they're really not all that broad in size range, so it seems unfair to say them. What’s a good idea you’ve had recently? Hell if I know, I don't make those. Do you like to wear high heels? No. What are you most excited about right now? Nothing. Would you like to live in a different country? If so which one? Honestly, if it didn't mean leaving Mom behind, I'd go to Canada by now. Recent events have me fucking livid with America's healthcare system. What’s your favorite song from a movie? Like, it was made for the movie? Man, I dunno. Probably something off Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, though. The soundtrack is magical. Where would you like to volunteer? Realistically, I don't know. A zoo would be incredible, but I handle heat incredibly poorly and also canfuckingnot pick up feces or touch vomit. So, that takes a big chunk out of what volunteers can do there. What’s the last song you listened to? "Another Life" by MIW is on repeat right now and I need to turn it the fuck off because I'm in a bad PTSD episode. Do you like being alone? Sometimes, yes, but not for too long. How do you find new music? YouTube recommendations, usually. What’s your favorite city? I don't have a favorite. I've only ever once been to an even remotely impressive one: Chicago. What’s the last YouTube video you watched? Some tarantula one. I'm fucking addicted to tarantulas now and need a Mexican red knee like now. Once we (hopefully) move, I'm gonna at least try talking Mom into it. Where are you going on your next trip? I don't know. If you had to make a six-hour cross-country journey, would you rather take the train, fly or drive? How come? Fly, if I had the window seat. It's relaxing. How long do your earphones tend to last before the connection goes and you have to replace them? Considering I'm like, constantly using them, Mom says they die fast, judging by how frequently I let her know I need a new pair. She got me a big box of them for Christmas, even. I've got one extra pair left. If you could dye your hair any color in the world, assuming it would look perfect with your coloring, what would you pick and why? Pastel pink bc aesthetic. Are you a fan of musicals? If you are, what ones have you seen live and which ones would you like to see? No. Have you ever had to give up something you were addicted to? Did you actually succeed? Yes. Have you ever had to work (or study) with someone that you really didn’t get along with? How did you deal with it (ignoring them, being nice, etc.)? Maybe at some point, idk. Have you ever had any problems with your wisdom teeth, or have they been taken out already? No. Which one of your senses would you miss the most if you lost it? Hearing, probably. That'd feel so lonely. Do you find your mood changes when you’re hungry or tired? Does eating or sleeping automatically cure you of a bad mood? I can definitely become irritable if I'm extremely hungry and/or tired. Sleeping helps me with a lot of problems, lmao. What’s the stupidest fight you’ve ever gotten into? Did you make up with that person or did you end up losing them over it? Oh idk. Probably something RP-related as a kid. Have you ever gotten really bad travel sickness? Has this put you off travelling or going by certain modes of transport in case it happens again? No, thankfully. What’s your opinion on prostitution? Should it be legal and regulated, or is it something that needs to be gotten rid of completely? I don't support it. Just leaving it at that. If it was a case of prostitution or being evicted from your home, which option would you pick (assuming you’d tried everything else to make money first)? Evict me. Morally, prostituting would kill me. I have family who thankfully I know would let me stay with them. Are you into piercings and tattoos? If not, do you judge people who are, and vice versa? Hell yeah, so I obviously don't judge people who are. What’s your opinion on places like Seaworld? Do you think keeping whales and dolphins in such small enclosures is cruel or a necessary evil? First: I'm not very educated on how similar *all* Seaworlds are. But in regards to keeping whales, it's inhumane as all fuck. They are WAY too big to be held in such a small space for our goddamn amusement. I support zoos who do what they do for conservation and educational purposes, but from my memory of Seaworld, that's not their primary concern. Who is one person that you no longer hang out with? Why did that association end? My former best friend. There's a novel on why I don't associate with her anymore, but the top reason would be she's just a drama magnet that does no wrong. Wonders why her life is so insane and tumultuous while never looking into herself as the potential reason. What was the last item you put into your pants pocket? I don't really wear pants with pockets, but I'm sure in the last case, it woulda been my phone or money. Who was the last person to endanger your life, whether it was accidentally or intentionally? Well I'm certain it was accidental, but idk what the most recent situation would be. What was the last thing you started over on? Job searching, I guess. What was the last task that you completed? Does eating breakfast count? Esp. when you really didn't want it but needed it? Have you ever failed at something extremely important to you? If yes, what? Ah, what a timely question. I dropped out of school for the third fucking time a few days back. When was the last time that you wanted time to move faster? Last night in my regular routine of waking up in the middle of the night twice/thrice. I sleep so poorly that I just want the morning to come at some point so it's "normal" for me to be up. ^Slower? Hm. I dunno. I don't have much reason to want time to slow lately. When was the last time you felt impatient with someone? Currently w/ Mom, but it's at a low level and probably isn't fair feeling impatient in the first place. Who was the last person that you called a “bitch”? I don't know. Probably playfully, anyway. ^Who, if anyone, was the last person to address you by that term? I also don't know. When was the last time you questioned whether or not you were making the right decision? Every time I make one lmao. Has a boy-/girlfriend ever suggested that you might want to lose some weight, or that it might make you look better? lol wow no. What is your idea of “too big” when it comes to weight? Once it comes to a point of infringing on your ability to function normally. ^How about “too thin”? Same as ^, really, it just goes in the opposite direction. Have you ever experienced an overly clinging boy-/girlfriend? Yeah, we lasted two weeks lmao. What is the most annoying thing your family members do on a daily basis, if anything? I only live with Mom, and she doesn't regularly do annoying stuff. With which family member do you get along with the least? The best? Least, my grandma. We've gotten kinda better though now that she's dying. Best, Mom. ^Why do you think that you don’t get along well with that family member? We have very, very averse beliefs and standards. Who is someone that you wish would be there for you more often? My sisters, honestly. Shit's going on with them, I always reach out to let them know I'm here. Something's wrong with me, I never hear a word. Have you ever felt like someone abandoned you? If yes, explain? BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH- How often do you find that you are bored? Daily, nearly at all times. This is gonna sound pathetic, but I tend to be so bored so regularly that I experience passively suicidal thoughts now and again because I just feel being dead would almost be more exciting. That's something I'll never act on, but yeah. I have mega bad anhedonia. What activity has the best chance of holding your attention for a long period of time? Hm. Playing a game, maybe. Or if I'm watching a really good video on YT. Have you ever decided that you like/dislike someone based on their survey answers? Yup. What previews did you see at the last movie you saw in theaters? Hell if I remember. How many things are you a fan of on Facebook? Wow, a fucking lot. Back in the day I would "like" lots of those pages that just had funny/relatable names, and man does it pay off (usually) now. I Got The Memes. Do you have more friends on Myspace or Facebook? Probably Facebook? I don't really remember the friending process on MySpace besides the "top 8" thing that destroyed friendships, lmao. Have you ever been to a movie that sold out? Maybe? Idk. Have you ever been to a midnight movie? One. What’s your state’s weather usually like this time of year? Too fucking hot. Do you get those leg cramps in the middle of the night? No. What movie last made you too scared to go to sleep? *shrug* Is your cell phone a qwerty (full keyboard) or no? Yeah. What was the last website you logged onto (besides the one you’re on)? PetSmart to apply for a position as pet trainer. I hate chain pet stores, but whatever, I'm desperate. What’s your home page? Google. Do you have split ends? No. When you’re on a laptop, do you hook up a mouse or use the touchpad? I prefer to have a mouse. If you’re learning a language, what year are you in? I'm not anymore. Do you think you’re done growing or will you grow a couple more inches? I'm sure I'm done. What’s your mom’s mom’s name? Cecelia. Have you ever encountered a creepy neighbor? OKAY at my old place where I used to ride my bike all the time, there was this old man way down the road that liked to talk to me but he creeped me out so much that I started turning back before I got in sight of his place. Do you like the foam soap or the liquidy soap? Foam. Do you tend to lean towards bright colors or more subtle colors? Bright. Do you use British spelling even though you’re not British? No; I even change it in surveys a lot, lol. When was the last time you attended a barbecue? I don't have a clue. I don't like them. Can you handle movies involving lots of bugs and insects? Yeah. Are you borrowing books from anybody at the moment? No. What is one similarity between your parents? Christ... they seem incomparable by this point. Do you keep scissors in your kitchen? If so, where? Yes, in the drawer beside the fridge. When was the last time you used a payphone and who were you calling? I've never used one. Have you met everyone who lives on your street? No. Do you have a boyfriend? No. When did you last write out your name? Recently for something at school. Do you like being kissed on the neck? Yeah. What friend can you tell everything to? Sara. Would you be shocked if the last person you had feelings for texted you? No. What if you had a baby with the last person you texted? We're both cis females so physically can't. And neither of us want kids. Who knows your biggest secrets? Mom, Sara, Jason. Do you have any hickeys on you? No. Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? Yeah. Who is someone that puts up with you no matter what? My mom. When was the last time you cried? Two days ago I sobbed for a good while. Can you honestly say you’re okay right now? Not really. Is there a girl you would do anything for? Anything? No. Is there a boy you would do anything for? No. Who IMed you on Facebook last? My friend Ian, but I haven't read it yet. What color was the last swimsuit you wore? Black. Have you ever been to an auto show? Yooo I remember as a kid, my family went with our friends to a monster truck show, I think it was? I was so not digging it and wanted to go home the whole time. What was the last thing you cooked for dinner? I had one of those Banquet microwavable dinners last night. Spicy chicken and mac 'n cheese. It's fuckin GOOD and really filling. Do you live in the city/town you were born in? No. Have you slept for longer than usual today? No, I slept terrible. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? No. Have you consumed alcohol today? If so, what? No. What’s your go-to website when you’re really bored? YouTube is my general go-to. Who was the main cook of your Thanksgiving meal last year? My sister. Do you have a passport? If so, how many stamps do you have in it? No. Have you ever been dumped really harshly? WHEEZE Have you ever taken classes for a musical instrument? Yes. Have you ever been on vacation with someone other than your family? Yeah. Do you live with your parents? With my mom. Can you do a blackflip, or anything else of that sort? No. What moment in your life have you been most scared? The night of the breakup, particularly when Mom dragged me back inside and I just literally melted. Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? What happened to cause you to feel that way about them? No. Do you ever make your own surveys, or just take them? I just take them. Have you ever actually thought you were pregnant? Were you? Yes, but it was entirely illogical, so I obviously wasn't. Anxiety and being terrified of pregnancy is fun. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? Computer. Do you like to cook, or do you prefer when other people cook for you? I don't cook. How old do you think you’ll be when you move out on your own? Who the fuck knows anymore. Do you have a job? If so, where do you work? If not, do you want one? No; yes. Have you ever ripped your pants in public? I don't think so? Do movies such as Saw and The Grudge scare you easily? No. How many best friends do you have? What are their names? One; Sara. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever been dared to do? Did you do it? No clue. Can you drive? I mean I can, but I'm terrified of it, and my permit is expired anyway. What do you consider to be a good grade? What do you consider to be a bad grade? B; C and below. Have you ever had a teacher who hated you? No. Can you remember who your grade 5 teacher was? Did you like them? Yes, I adored them both. Do you know anybody that has severe allergies? Multiple people. Who was the last person you slow danced with? laskdjflka;jwe What’s your favourite song at the moment? Ah shit man idk. Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. Headphones aggravate my ears. Do you ever ride the city bus? How much does it cost you? We don't even have one here. How do you get to school? N/A What is the last book you read? Did you enjoy it? The first Wings of Fire book, and yes, very much. Do you scream out the answers while watching game shows on TV? Scream, no. I'll say them sometimes, though. Who in your life do you care about more than yourself? Mom, Sara. Jason, probably, as much as I hate to admit that. Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? HYPOTHETICALLY, if I even wanted kids, yes. I'm very empathetic and care a shitload about mental health, so I think I'd be a very good cheerleader for them. Which wild animal would you most like to have as a pet? Again hypothetically, a meerkat, but I DO NOT support them as pets and get very upset when I see them as such. What bill do you hate paying the most? I don't have any. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar? Never. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you, who and where would it be? Sara to the mountains of NC. Favorite non-sexual thing to do with girl/boy? Play games together. Who from high school would you like to run in to? A handful of people.

#survey #quiz #questions #personal

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tamaki-amajiki-is-my-baby · 5 years ago

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Shigadabi Falling in Love Hcs

Requested by @lunarapocolypse and @leeontheneonx3

- There wasn't really a defining moment when Dabi realized he had a crush on Itchi-Boi Handman™

It build over time and Dabi had a suspicion for a while.

When he really confirmed it, it wasn't some special time, it was just like "oh.. Oh. Oh.”

- For Tomura, however, it was a very specific time.

Tomura's memory isn't perfect, it's not actually that good, but specific moments in his life have the unreal quality of a dream in his mind.

This was one of them.

It was really late at night and Tomura had woken from a nightmare, which happend often and lead to him not liking sleep further, ans he wanted to get a drink and a snack. Maybe steal some whipped cream.

He turned the light on and Dabi was there, leaning on the bar on his elbow, a glass in his other hand. Tomura didn't know what he was drinking but it looked like a Shirley Temple — maybe he'd added alcohol or maybe not.

His feet were to the stool he was next to, his knee up ontop of it.

When Dabi turned toward Tomura, two things came to his mind:

fUCK HE'S PRETTY

And

Does this make me gay?

Dabi stood better, and he asked what Shigaraki was doing up.

Tomura whipped around and walked away without a sound. Everything was catching up to him, a lot of feelings he couldn't recognize or understand, a lot of urges he didn't know why he was getting, and a need to be near Dabi — other than just him radiating heat and Tomura having abnormally low body temperatures.

He knew the reason now.

But he couldn't accept it.

What happens to all the things Shigaraki had allowed himself to love in the past!?

Bad things, that's what.

Seven being disintegrated painfully slowly right in front of the child's eyes, and one being defeated live on TV for all to see.

Tomura realized how much he cared for Dabi in that moment and even without the idea of love in the mix, he was scared.

He didn't want anything to happen to Dabi, he cared too much.

He was trying to not care for anyone so that when they inevitably left him it wouldn't hurt him.

It took him that whole rest of the night to really come to terms.

- Shigaraki started avoiding Dabi.

If he ignored it, it'd go away, right? He would kick these ‘feelings’ into the ground.

But that didn't work.

If anything, it made it worse.

To the point of not being able to keep his face from heating up whenever he was around him.

Dabi would tease him sometimes about it, and that'd make Tomura go insane.

- Tomura wanted to get it off his chest and so he ended up telling Kurogiri.

Of course, with he help of a few drinks.

Kurogiri gave him a few ideas, and Tomura left a note in Dabi's room. He didnt sign it or anything he just wrote something dumb you'd see in a first-grader's handwriting.

Dabi knew it was him and was like actually really happy?

- He couldn't even talk to Tomura about it because he'd started avoiding him again.

That was real annoying and so Dabi went out of his way to catch him.

Tomura didn't like being alone But he was in a bad mood and didn't want to o with Spinner and Toga and Kurogiri somewhere; neither remembered.

Dabi didn't want to go either and so he and Shigaraki were home alone.

- Tomura didn't realize this for a while.

Until he bumped right into him while turning a corner.

Tomura turned, tried to walk away, then realized Dabi's hand was on his shoulder

“Hey, wait.”

Tomura didn't really want to talk to Dabi because he knew his cheeks were already pink, his chest was already tight just because Dabi had his hand on his shoulder.

He even tually did turn around, about to say something when lips met his own. For just a second.

“I got your note, obviously, and you need a better strategy than ignoring me, grandma lips.”

But that's not good enough for the first kiss, is it? Yeah I didn't think so. I apologise if Dabi is a bit OOC, I don't write him much.

“Gimmie one too.” Shigaraki spoke, sitting down in his normal bar stool (that he didn't let anyone else sit in) and looking at Dabi, who was pouring himself a beer. It was late at night and Dabi assumed he'd woken from a nightmare — he'd been having them a lot recently.

“Wow, I didn't think you could drink.” Of course he was teasing, Shigaraki didn't usually drink, but it was getting a little more frequent with recent events.

“Shut up.” Tomura murmured, tapping his finger on the bar. He knew Dabi hated that sound, fingernails against anything grindd his gears. And Tomura knew this, he just didn't really care. He was in a bad mood — and Dabi did the same thing on practically a daily basis.

It also got hin a full glass sooner. He took a few gulps and gave a sigh. The first taste was always bitter.

“What's on your ass.” Dabi asked, both to be making conversation and because he knew Tomura wanted to rant for a while.

Knowing him, it'd probably be either Deku- Small Might or All Might — even if he was out of the picture now.

“Us and Toga's obsession with it.”

Now that caught Dabi off guard. They'd both known for a while and had made a few moves, but Dabi didn't think anyone in the gang knew.

Foolish.

Toga always knew, of course she did, you couldn't keep anything to do with love away from her no matter what you tried.

And knowing her, she wouldnt try and keep it a secret to anyone else, so everyone would find out eventually. Whether they would beleive it was the only salvation Tomura had. He didn't act any different and neither did Dabi, it wasn't like they suddenly started getting all lovey dovey. They obviously weren't obvious but it wasn't a surprise Himiko found out.

“‘Obsessed,’ ain't that a surprise.” Dabi took a sip of his own drink, grimacing a bit. They were out of his favorite and this one was bitter, but he wasn't going to go digging through cabinets.

“She's a brat,” Shigaraki hissed, resting his elbow on the counter and supporting his head with his fingers through his hair.

“Makin' assumptions then going all out with them..”

“I don't think it's an assumption if it's true.”

“It's not that true.” Shigaraki lifted the glass to his chapped lips again, holding his pinky out and taking a swig. He put it back down on the counter, swallowed hard, then changed his mind and took the last sip.

Tomura slid it across the counter to Dabi, who caught it before it rolled off after it fell over itself. “Whaddya mean 'not that true?'”

Tomura didn't have an answer.

“I think Toga's just annoyed you so you're denying it to more than just her.” Dabi snickered. “I don't see the reason.”

“Just gimmie another one.”

Dabi sighed snd gave Tomura his own glass, since he definetly wasn't going to drink it and he knew Shigaraki wouldn't care. “Last one.”

Tomura scoffed and muttered an insult, taking the cup in his hands. He was sloppy with his fingers, but was still careful.

He wouldnt really admit that it was strong, he didn't care.

“I'm having a feeling that it's not just Toga that's upsetting you.” Dabi said flatly, lowering his eyelids more than they already were lowered from being so heavy. He almost said it teasingly, but was trying to get an answer out of Tomura, since he knew how bad Tomura was at saying it without a prompt. An angry, bottled-up Tomura was not a good Tomura — no matter your relation to him.

“I..” Tomura sighed and tapped his nails against the glass, not with the intention of annoying Dabi anymore. It was a nervous habit.

He didn't finish his sentence, cutting himself off by connecting the glass to his mouth and tilting. He finished it off quickly and put it on the counter. “Just one more?”

“Fine.” Dabi obliged, poured about a quarter of the glass, then cut it half-way when Tomura objected to that amount.

Dabi was a little worried about how much he was drinking, alcohol poisoning was a thing of course, but he'd be in charge of that. He was sober enough.

“Everyone I love gets hurt.” Shigaraki blurted out in a sort of whine, and the taller of the two noticed there wasn't almost any in his glass anymore.

Dabi pressed, “Whaddyu mean?”

“My family, my master..”

HW could fit the pieces together at this point. Tomura was an odd case of what trauma did to the human body and it was kind of fascinating, but Dabi wasn't going to make him sah it. “You're... Worried you're gonna loose me?” It wasn't the kind of question that he was surprised Tomura cared, he knew for a fact that was the truth, it was more asking if that was really what Tomura thought.

“Yeah..” He was itching his neck. “Either you're gonna leave, you're gonna get hurt, or I'm gonna hurt you..”

Dabi reached over the counter and took the smaller's wrist away from his neck, knowing he wouldnt stop even if he drew blood. “I can say with 90% certainty that I ain't gonna leave you.”

Tomura took his hand, looking down and not making eye contact.

Dabi was eyeing his hand but didn't mind much, because Tomura barely had a grip and two of his fingers weren't even close to touching.

It was amazing what just a few drinks could to to Tomura; he could hold his alcohol but he got drunk real fast. Even if this was kind of strong.

All caution in his movements was gone.

“Tasi,” Dabi said, and Tomura looked up. That was his nickname; the first and last letters from his alias' given and family names. Dabi came up with it. He thought it was cute. “Ya trust me, right?”

“Yeah..” Tomura wasn't making eye contact, he honestly hated to.

“Then you can calm down. I'm not gonna leave.”

“Promise?”

God, puppy dog eyes. He probably wasn't even trying to.

Dabi gave him a small kiss, which was originally supposed to be a peck, but Tomura kissed back and he couldn't pull away then.

Tomura could have pulled him over the counter if he wanted, and he probably tried to, but Dabi did pull away, muttering an “You taste like beer” before nodding. “I promise.”

Shigaraki wouldnt let him go, though, and Dabi had to duck a bit.

“Holdon, I'm coming around. You know Kurogiri's gonna be mad if I mess up his bar.” Dabi joked, hearing Tomura whine.

“C'mon.” he walked around and opened his arms, letting Shigaraki wrap his arms around his back.

Dabi hoisted him up with little trouble. Tomura seemed to get ligter every time he had to pull/carry him.

Shigaraki kind of wanted another glass, and also wanted to cuddle, so he kind of reached for the glass without saying much.

Dabi just shook his head, “You're going to bed.”

“Noooo”

Dabi snickered and startee to Tomura's room, keeping him supported.

He maneuvered around the absolute mess in Tomura's room, then laid him on the bed. He didn't let go. “Dabiiiiii....”

“C'mon, Tomrua-”

“Don't goooo”

Dabi sighed, knowing Tomura wouldnt let him go even once he did fall asleep. He crawled into the bed and laid down, at least cherishing the cuddles.

He wondered if this was what Tomura would have been like if nothing in his childhood happened. Or maybe if he was adopted into a good family that could have taken care of his mental illness and trauma.

Dabi wondered a lot.

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astarlightmonbebe · 6 years ago

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I See You in Me

[ “Why would you want to stay?” He finally asked in a small voice, and Woojin shrugged. “I mean, why not?” ]

Word Count: 3, 764

Pairing: Bang Chan x Kim Woojin

Genre: Realistic fiction

For: @stay-grandma (hey~guess what, I was your secret santa~. Sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you wanted ;-;, I hope it’s still good enoguh ^^.)

Warnings: Little angst, nothing else really

14.

Everything began with Woojin, even if Chan didn’t meet him until Australia had become nothing among an ocean of blue, when he was fourteen years old and curled up in a plane chair, trying not to cry with his earbuds. Wondering what was going to happen now, wondering if he would ever see his mother again, wondering if she had ever even wanted him in the first place.

It started with Chan sitting on the curb, wondering why Korean sounded foreign even if he had learned to speak it, torn between wanting to scream and run away and get lost until his parents regretted everything, and between just crying until he ran out of tears. In the end, he shredded leaves into tiny pieces, watching them flutter to the ground.

“You want it?” A voice said, someone sitting down beside him, and Chan looked over to see a boy his age with brown hair and a slightly crooked tooth when he smiled, holding out a milkshake. Chan stared at it. “Milkshakes make everything better, I promise.” The boy insisted, forcing it into his dangling hand. Chan looked into it, and, suddenly, his lower lip was wobbling.

Quickly, Chan took a long sip, but he was already crying, the tears sliding down his face as he struggled to swallow. Embarrassed, he looked away, swiping at his eyes quickly, sniffling. The other boy was silent, and then he finally said; “I’m Woojin. I live next door. You’re Chan, right? My mom told me I should try and be friends with you.”

The words were so blunt that Chan had to set the milkshake down, gulping. “Why, because she heard all about my crappy home life before I even got here?” Woojin shrugged, pursing his lips together, and it was enough for Chan to get his answer. Turns out Korea wouldn’t be the new leaf he was expecting, because his history still followed him here.

“I do want to be friends, though.” Woojin said, more seriously, holding out his hand. Chan glanced at it disdainfully, picked back up the milkshake, and opted to take another sip instead of shaking his hand. Woojin smiled. “I told you milkshakes make everything better.” Chan didn’t admit to it, but, secretly, he thought they did too.

15.

Chan never agreed to being friends with Woojin, but it turned out that Woojin was unshakeable. Despite Chan hardly returning conversation, Woojin stuck to him like glue. He talked on and on for ages, and Chan never had the heart to tell him to shut up, because that would make Woojin think he was actually listening. He was, but Chan didn’t need Woojin to know that his clingy efforts were earning him something.

School wasn’t easy, especially considering he came in halfway through the year, only around halfway to speaking decent Korean. Chan was a halfway, halfway wanted at his halfway home, just two halves that his parents fought over. Even when his mother gave up, Chan was still two pieces they had torn apart then told him he was whole, but Chan wasn’t. He wasn’t, but Woojin was acting like he was, making him feel like he was.

“I could tutor you, if you want.” Woojin told him one day when he had followed Chan to the library again, drinking his milk even if you weren’t allowed to drink in the library. “In what?” Chan asked, because sometimes he did respond to Woojin, when he was in a good mood. “Korean.” Woojin gestured down at the textbook Chan was scanning over for the fourth time.

“No thanks.” Chan said, somewhat distracted. He stood up, closing it. “I don’t need your help; I’ll figure it out on my own.” He put the textbook into his backpack, turned his music up a notch, and walked out, feeling something simmer under his skin. He didn’t need any help, certainly not from some pushy kid-

“If you keep acting like that, you won’t get anywhere.” Woojin yelled down the hallway after him, and Chan took out his earbuds, turning to him in frustration. “Acting like what?” He asked, trying to sound bored, but knowing that it was really unconvincing. Woojin walked over to him, lifting his chin. He was shorter than Chan by a couple of inches, but Chan was built like a pole-long and skinny, and Woojin was a battery, short but intimidating.

“Like everyone should feel sorry for you and leave you alone, while silently struggling.” Woojin accused him blatantly. Chan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I never asked for you to treat me like your charity case, you know. If people really feel that way, then they should just leave me alone, like I want. I don’t need friends, or anyone.” He sighed bitterly, hair falling into his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m used to being thrown away, so don’t feel bad for leaving me.”

Woojin walked up to him as Chan started to leave again, grabbing his shoulder. “I never said I was leaving you, so stop assuming things and putting words into my mouth.” Chan blinked at him, somewhat stunned at small, shy Woojin letting his emotions control him for once. Chan gently pushed him away, staring at him.

“Why would you want to stay?” He finally asked in a small voice, and Woojin shrugged. “I mean, why not?”

17.

“You’re insane.” Woojin breathed, glancing down the ramp. Chan grinned, flipping the board up. “I thought we figured that out a long time ago.” He pulled on his gloves, testing out his balance. Woojin frowned, chewing on his nails as he held his phone up with his other hand, prepared to video it all.

“You should wear a helmet at least.” Chan grinned charmingly. “Can’t make me.” He responded, and Woojin groaned, dropping his head into his hands. Chan looked back down the skate ramp, already regretting his decision, but Woojin didn’t need to know that-Chan wasn’t going to prove him right about Chan being an idiot just yet.

Chan inched forward, one foot on his board, wind blowing his recently dyed brown curls in the air. “Are you ready?” He asked, looking back at Woojin, who carefully positioned the phone in front of him, thumb hovering over the red button. He gave a timid nod, and Chan held up three fingers, counting down. As he put the last one down, he pushed off, adrenaline flooding through his veins as his skateboard left the ground, sliding down the ramp like magnets.

Woojin screamed as Chan flipped off, his body twisting in the air against the setting sun, and then he touched back down, heart thumping in his chest as he skidded around in a half circle. Pushing off once more, Chan shot up the opposite ramp, turning the board in a sharp curve, leaving the ground for a moment and then shooting back down. He braked hard, spinning to a stop back where he had began, sweat dripping down his face and legs shaky.

“Did you get it?” He asked Woojin, who nodded with his eyes blown wide. He carefully handed the phone back to Chan, then lowered himself down slowly, looking more terrified than Chan. “You...are so dumb.” He breathed, and then he was laughing, and Chan joined in, his insides aching with happiness.

Looking at the phone again, Chan pressed play on the video, holding it so Woojin could see too. “Not bad.” He said, admiring the angle, then bursting into laughter again as Woojin’s scream echoed at the most crucial moment. “It wasn’t even that dangerous, you know. Real skateboarders do so much more.” Woojin smacked his shoulder, hard.

“Just shut up.” He murmured, but he was smiling, face surrounded in a hazy, golden glow from the sunset behind him. Chan tilted his head and admired him, just for a minute, and then he shook it away and focused on the sound of their laughter mingling together, turning his eyes back to the video and what mattered.

18.

Chan woke up to his phone dinging continuously, all texts from Woojin. Rolling over, Chan blinked at the time-somehow six hours had passed since he had fallen asleep, 11:12 blinking up at him. Clicking on the top notification, Chan scrolled up through the blue bubbles.

[9:05 p.m.] Where are you???

[9:10 p.m.] Did you forget today’s prom???

[9:15] Yoojung is here, so I’m going...meet us there?

[10:08 p.m.] I’m getting worried, and also kind of upset.

[10:09 p.m.] You promised you wouldn’t blow me off.

He had forgotten, or, more likely, it had slipped his mind at that moment. Chan groaned, rubbing his head.

[11:08 p.m.] Sorry.

He replied, his phone ringing from a facetime call only seconds after he sent it. Groaning, Chan picked it up, even though he didn’t want to deal with the lecture he was sure to get.

“I can’t believe you ditched me like that.” Woojin hissed, uncharacteristically angry. His hair was disheveled, and his tie was on crooked. Chan glowered at this. “Do you know how awkward it was to wait around with my girlfriend, and to keep on waiting even when you didn’t show up, because I had a little hope that you would?” Chan shrugged, massaging his forehead. He had a headache.

“Well, I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it. Don’t make a big deal out of it, it’s not like I was really missed. Besides, you had a date. It’s not like we would have hung out anyways.” He said sourly, and Woojin frowned, his expression softening for a split second. “What’s going on, Chan?” He asked. “This isn’t like you.”

Chan stretched out on his bed, looking down at his striped socks. “Not like me? This is exactly like me.” He snorted, and Woojin let out a long sigh that somehow managed to come off as condescending. “Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you get treated especially nice.” Chan added before he could stop himself, this self destruction he seemed to have.

“I really thought you had changed, that’s all.” Woojin finally remarked quietly, and it hurt, it really did, because they fought like this hundreds-no, thousands-of times. Except it usually ended differently, with Woojin or Chan apologizing. “Not because we’re friends; I genuinely thought you had become a better person. Not this cold, uncaring, cruel person you act like.” The cold, uncaring, cruel person I am. Chan thought to himself, but he didn’t say it aloud.

Instead, he said; “We should hang up.” His fingers were already pressing the ‘end call’ button.

He and Woojin didn’t talk much after that.

20.

“Chan! Oh my goodness, it’s been so long!” Chan paused, looking up from where he was stirring his coffee with little enthusiasm. The Starbucks was near empty, unusual since it was so near a college campus. Looking up, he saw Woojin waving at him. Momentarily stunned, Chan could only lift his hand in a half wave motion. Woojin was a little taller, but he had the same friendly grin.

He was dressed chicly, in a black peacoat and a red scarf half wound around his neck, jeans neat and a clean white shirt underneath it all, his shoes shining. Chan took a slurp of his coffee, throwing the stick away. “Woojin.” He said, smiling. “How’s college life suiting you? We haven’t talked in ages.” After senior year, they had both gone their separate ways and hadn’t really contacted each other since, leaving it on a frosty note.

“Sit down.” Woojin said, grabbing a seat at the counter. Chan complied, sliding in. He felt more poor than usual, in his old black hoodie and ripped jeans, his Converse peeling apart at the soles, so badly that he had to put duct tape all over them. “Anyways, it’s been difficult but I’m managing. I even got a job to help pay with tuition.There are tons of great people at the college. I auditioned for the elite choir and I got in; it’s amazing. There’s this really funny freshman named Jeongin and his friend Seungmin; they’re so talented and I’m having fun coaching them.”

He paused, taking a sip of his drink-some iced latte, despite it being in the negatives outside. “Sorry, I’m already rambling. I just never expected to see you here, of all places. Do you go to the college down the road? Mine is on the other side of town, but I travel around Seoul quite often.” Woojin sucked in a deep breath, and Chan could tell he was nervous. Woojin only talked fast when he was nervous.

“College is fine.” Chan said distantly, looking down. “I’ve made some friends. It’s hard work, but I got a job at a club being a DJ.” Woojin pressed his lips together. “That’s good.” He said softly, and Chan nodded, hating that he had made the conversation so tense suddenly. He wished he could feel comfortable around Woojin again, but after senior year they had gone their separate ways and never really talked again.

“I really missed you, Chan.” Woojin whispered, reaching over to rub Chan’s hand. Chan snatched it back, too quick.

16.

“You’re not going to want to be friends with me one day.” Chan said bluntly, turning the straw in his milkshake. Woojin looked up, pausing mid slurp. “You can’t assume things that haven’t happened. You don’t know me.” Chan shrugged, rolling his shoulders back and stretching out his legs.

“I know myself, though.” He retorted, and Woojin did the thing where his eyes softened in a way that only meant sympathy and pity. Chan didn’t like it, because it made him go down the train of thoughts that he was still nothing but a charity case to Woojin.

“You could let me know you too.” Woojin said instead, and Chan laughed, but it was high pitched. “That..no, you couldn’t.” He finally finished, still smiling, but it faded at how serious Woojin really looked, eyes dark, like wood. Mahogany, but deeper and less red, like he was an ancient tree with ancient eyes.

“Why?” Woojin asked. Chan didn’t have an answer. He didn’t want to answer.

“Because that’s terrifying. Because I’m scared that you’ll see me in you and you will hate it. I don’t know myself enough, so how can I possibly ask you to try and figure me out?” Chan took in a shaky breath, gripping the cold glass between his hands. “I don’t want anyone to know how vulnerable I am.” He said gently, and Woojin nodded, eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“I wouldn’t mind being like you.” Woojin responded, straightening, his fingers inching out as if they were searching for Chan’s. Chan gave him a watery smile, voice too thick for him to ask ‘why’. Woojin knew what he meant anyways, though. “Because you’re strong, Chan. You’re so strong.”

“Not really.” Chan told him, but his voice sounded pathetically choked full of tears. Woojin gave him a different, special smile that Chan had only ever seen him direct at him. “I see you, okay?” Woojin said, and this time he did grab Chan’s fingers. “The real you.” He reached forward, tapped his finger over Chan’s beating heart. “This heart that beats here? It beats because you want it to, and, right now, it beats for me.”

Despite everything, Chan couldn’t deny that, though he wished he could.

20.

Chan showed up at the party in nothing but a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, his shoes falling apart as he walked, curls flopping loose. He felt instantly out of place, because everyone else had come in as little clothing as possible, skimpy pieces of leather and cloth. Chan pushed his way through the crowd, focused on finding Woojin and Woojin only.

He didn’t belong here, but he could tell Woojin had found some sort of home, and if Woojin belonged, then Chan could at least pretend to. For now. Scanning the heads, Chan spotted the bright black of Woojin’s, so raven that it was more crow. Chan moved over to him, avoiding cups and ducking tangled arms, until they were side by side, pinned against the walls.

“Oh?” Woojin said, peering up at him even though they were the same height. “You came?” He sounded a little tipsy, his voice edging into something more cynical and sarcastic than the Woojin Chan knew. He remembered their conversation all those years ago, how Chan had told Woojin that he was scared that Woojin would eventually look at himself and see too much Chan. He wondered if that was what happened, all of Chan’s hatred bleeding into his best friend until Woojin had some hatred, too.

“Of course.” Chan replied, taking his cup and passing it off to someone else, though Woojin pouted stubbornly. “Someone had to chaperone you.” Woojin shrugged loosely. “I can take care of myself. I don’t need you anymore, Chan! It’s been a long two years, but I got over it! I moved on!”

“You’re drunk.” Chan muttered, his stomach uneasy, and Woojin shook his head, leaning in close. “Wanna know a secret? That was apple cider. I’m just very good at acting, you know.” Chan pulled back and gave him a disbelieving stare. Woojin shrugged, sweater paws flapping.

“Are you glad to see me again, Chan?” He asked, leaning back, and Chan did too, mimicking his movements. “I told you that I missed you but you never said it back.” He stuck out his bottom lip, but Chan could tell all the extra movements were just exaggeration. “It’s crappy to not text someone back. Or bother to call. Even, I don’t know, leave a nice, old fashioned, handwritten note when you leave?”

He raised his eyebrows and Chan pressed his fingers to his temples, sighing. “I have one question, Chan.” Woojin said. Chan knew he was using his name so much because Chan had once told Woojin that when people said his name too much it made him uncomfortable. When you had a name that people used often, it reminded you that you were real. That people cared. Chan would rather that they didn’t.

“Why’d you skip prom?” Woojin asked.

18.

It wasn’t on purpose at first. It started during prom, when Woojin was off having a fun time and Chan just couldn’t be bothered. When he couldn’t stop the sarcasm that seeped into his every tone and motion, how off putting it was to Woojin. He knew what Woojin hated, and a lot of it included things Chan usually made a conscious effort not to do.

To be exact, it started when he was fifteen. Woojin’s eyes were pretty, Chan noticed first. He didn’t notice beauty in a lot of things, mostly because everything was too dreary to really be beautiful, but Woojin’s eyes were beautiful. They were black and brown and everything in between, and Chan wanted to look at them until he could tell every single shade included in that in between.

Chan had spent four years with Woojin as his best friend, after telling himself he wouldn’t make friends at all. He told Woojin what he had promised himself he would never tell. He had let himself be close to someone even if he knew that being close to someone was like poisoning them, again and again, every moment they spent together another sip of the bottle.

So he left. He stayed away, and he never came back. He picked a college he had no interest in only because it was as far away from Woojin as could be without being so far away it was unbearable. Chan didn’t call, or text, and he left it to someone else to tell Woojin where he had went. When he thought back to it, Chan told himself it had been mutual on both ends, but it was Woojin who had texted him so many times the number became overwhelming.

One time, Chan scrolled through all of them, knowing he was being cruel to leave Woojin on read after months. Woojin called him that night. Chan ignored it and went back to his headphones and the music in front of him. Every song he wrote, he wrote it thinking of Woojin. He didn’t mean to, it just happened.

When you miss someone, they say it diffuses into everything. Chan closed his eyes and he saw Woojin’s reflected on his eyelids. He wrote an essay for one of his English classes and it was about all Woojin had done for him. Chan wrote a song, and the lyrics he wrote for who he had lost because of himself, who he was.

Chan hadn’t lied when he said he was scared of himself. He was terrified. He didn’t like this feeling, this eating away of his insides, because of one person. People shouldn’t have that much control over you. He had tried to give up emotion when he came to Korea, but on the same day he had decided that, he had met someone who had gone against that method without Chan even realizing.

One day Woojin stopped texting, more than a year ago. Chan should have felt glad. Instead, he was worried.

20.

“You know why.” Chan said softly, and Woojin looked pointedly away, eyes glittering in the reflecting lights. “I wish I didn’t.” He said, and Chan shrugged, lifting his shoulders halfway before dropping them back down. Woojin pressed his sweatered hands to his eyes, and Chan knew he was crying.

Woojin was sad often. He cried easily. At first Chan had laughed because of that, but then he had ended up buying boxes of tissues just for his friend when they watched whatever movie it was that week. Sometimes Chan had thought of sending Woojin his songs, but he would remember how often his friend cried, and stop. He didn’t want Woojin to cry because of him, but now Chan could see that he had been foolish to believe that Woojin hadn’t been crying this whole time.

“I missed you.” Chan said aloud, the words echoing around their silent space. “I missed you so much it hurt.” He added, softer, and Woojin looked at him, eyes filled with tears. He pressed his lips together and nodded.

“Good.” He replied, nodding to himself. “Will you call me?” He added, and Chan smiled, reaching forward and taking Woojin’s hand with his own, just to feel his warmth, just for his warm fingers to wrap over Chan’s.

Just because he liked the feel of Woojin’s hand in his.

[End.]

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Hi, my dear friends. I got something very good for you. This is the beginning of my sloppy translation of my fanfic that you've been waiting. Sorry for silly mistakes, that meet in the text. I translated alone. So... I hope you enjoy.

OTP: Jennifer Wright/Robert Grey Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Detective, Psychology, Hurt/comfort, Humdrum, Horror, AU, Friendship Summary: She thought she had found salvation in him, but she didn't know she was at the mercy of a horrible monster who had own plans for her. //// Chapter I. 2007, Pennsylvania, Philadelphia Stood may sunny day, heralding a warm summer. The blue sky was absolutely clear and the cool wind was sneaking into the small children's room. The curtains swayed from the easy impulses, sometimes forcing the fifteen-year-old girl to swear. They bothered her to collect items from red chest, who was standing right by the window made it difficult to find something very important and valuable. To find the room was a mess: everywhere littered with toys, crayons and school books interspersed with items of clothing. Now the reigning mess did not bother the hostess of the room at all because she's late. Parents waited in the car, putting before the fact that if is going to take longer than necessary, they will go to grandmother without her. But the girl couldn't go on the road without his beloved soft toy-bear, which has always been with her almost from the cradle. "Jennifer!" a stern voice was heard from her mother at the foot of the stairs in the corridor. "I'm coming!" shouted in the answer girl, finally finding the necessary and the most expensive thing from the entire his room. She hugged the bear cub tightly and threw her backpack over her shoulders and ran out of the room.

The door to the house slammed, and she enthusiastically jumped into the big blue BMW. Father, glancing in the rearview mirror, smiled at her daughter and started the engine. His wife constantly looking at the clock. She was very unhappy that they were already half an hour late. Dyed hair dark red waves falling on her sharp shoulders, slightly obscuring an oval face, which wore the grimace of discontent. Blue eyes constantly examined the interior of the car, as if not knowing what to stop. The woman pursed her full lips, fingering something in her hands. Little Jennifer always thought her mother was very beautiful, even when she was not in the mood. Although the girl never saw that Mary was happy. As if she's something has long been disappointed and now was upset with the whole world and their own lives. She is always cold treated her daughter like she was her non-native. Unlike Chester, the girl's father. He enjoyed spending time with Jenni, telling stories and tales. The black-haired man always tried to devote time to the daughter. His brown eyes radiated the most sincere love and kindness. This couldn't hide even the glasses, which he began to wear recently. Chester was quiet and peaceful man, he rarely raised his voice at anyone and kept all the anger in yourself. As soon as Mary throw another tantrum, he tried to silently listen to her and understand what was wrong. Probably because of his soldier's endurance and nerves of steel their marriage and Mary has still not disintegrated. Recently, however, the wife began to behave strangely, and something inside tells Chester that he's going to lose her. Jen never meddled with her parents relationship because she thought it was a personal matter. They'll figure it out fine without her help. Moreover, the girl didn't want after her words catching unhappy, angry and full of reproaches her mother's eyes. So now she turned to the window, inserting headphones into her ears to isolate herself from the outside world. Most of all she was like her father. She had the same dark hair, freckled face and neat nose. Plump lips and blue eyes, the girl got from her mother. Character she also largely took over from the father. Jennifer showed kindness and responsiveness, tried never to be rude, but sometimes she's very stubborn. The car moved smoothly from the place, going from Sunny Philadelphia to the North of the country, to the small town of Derry, located in Maine. The road promised to be long. In a way it is necessary to make some stops to fill a tank with gasoline, and also everybody to have a snack and to gain strength for the further road. Jennifer, as she's can remember, every summer went to Derry for two weeks to visit her grandmother. Her house was located closest to the city center, where almost no one was walking. The girl truly did not understand why parents doing this to her every year. No, of course, she loved to chat with her grandmother, who was always in stock a lot of stories. However, Jen continued to not understand parents until she was thirteen. It was then that she realized that all this time they were trying to spend alone with each other and to establish relations. Now at fifteen, sitting in the back seat of the car and vaguely hearing the curses of mother, Jen was really hoping for these two weeks, they will be able to love each other again. But with every trip to Derry for the last three years, she believed it less and less. Plunged into her own thoughts and music in her headphones, Jennifer closed eyes. The car began to seasick her, and the tenacious paws of Morpheus dragged the girl into the sweet realm of dreams.

* * * "Wake up, sleeping beauty," the gentle whispered of father, and Jen slowly opened her eyes and smiled. “Get up, Jenni. We're in Derry.” The girl nodded in response, getting out of the car and taking the backpack. She looked around, finding herself on the broad street of little Derry. Unlike Philadelphia, here was cloudy weather. The sky was overcast with gray clouds, and the treetops swayed continually in the icy wind. The girl shivered from the cold, deciding quickly to go to grandma's house. No matter how many times Jennifer was in Derry, she never liked it here. First, there was always no one to walk with. She didn't understand why this small and seemingly cozy town, so little children. And young here was a bit. All at once went to the big cities, to enter universities. Nobody wanted to sit in that hole. Jen with confidence can tell that this place is specially created for the elderly like her grandmother. Here, nothing ever happens, everyone knows each other and spread unpleasant gossip. In short, a real village, thought the girl to herself, looking around. "Jenny, go to the house!" shouted grandmother, already meeting its on the threshold of. "Hi, grandma!" Jennifer exclaimed joyfully, rushing into the arms of her beloved Granny. “I miss you. Are you?” "I am also insanely missed you, sweetie," smiled the woman and stroked her granddaughter's dark hair. “You're all grown up, Jen.” “Quit, granny.” "Let's go for a walk today in the supermarket, and then go on the swing?" she chuckled, suggesting a routine ritual she and Jen had always performed. The dark-haired girl nodded in response, paying attention to the parents who had left the house. Mary folded the bag of food they had brought with them into a small black bag. She serious looked around the whole area, as if looking for someone among the trees and bushes. Then the woman turned her attention to her mother Christine, smiling stiffly. "I put all the food in the fridge. Money on your desk, mom," cold said Mary. “If anything happens, call me.” "I know what to do, honey," Christine snorted, hugging Jennifer tightly and smiling at her. “We'll be fine as usual.” At this point, the house was left by Chester, also smiling. He didn't want to leave his daughter for a long time in Derry, because it is unlikely that anything will change in the two weeks of her absence at home: Mary was adamant and seems to be going to file for divorce. The woman approached her daughter, pulling an unnatural smile on her face again. It made Jennifer uncomfortable. She was too used to the stern expression on her mother's face. "Behave yourself, Jennifer," her mother said quietly, patting her cheek with a cold hand. "Bye." "Bye, mom," Jen quietly squeezed out. "Don't let her go anywhere, Mrs. Wheeler," said Chester, crouching on his knees in front of the girl. In the answer she smiled. "I've heard strange things about Derry." "Tales of clowns again, dad?" Jennifer smiled, rolling her eyes. "I don't believe in them. Especially since I spend all my time with grandmother. Too boring here." "It'll be all right, Chester," Mrs. Wheeler assured him. Chester smiled and hugged daughter. She snuggled into him, not wanting to part with him for two long weeks. The man released her and walked to the car where Mary already waiting him. Dad waved to his daughter, sitting in the BMW and starting the engine. Christine and Jen watched as the blue car headed away from Derry, back to Philadelphia. The girl sighed, feeling like every minute longing for the native home, for mom and dad becoming more and more. * * * In Derry the storm began again. Heavy rain poured outside the window, spoiling Jennifer's mood. Today she wanted to go for a walk with her grandmother around the city again, see all the few sights for the hundredth time and go to the supermarket for groceries. But the stupid rain ruined everything. Somewhere high in the sky lightning flashed, and there was a deafening thunder. In the living room TV for a moment ceased to catch a signal. Grandmother swore loudly, making Jen burst out laughing. Getting up from the sofa, an elderly woman came to the old ruin and knocked. The girl sighed, continuing to listen to her grandmother's curses and look out the window. Drops slowly dripping down the glass, dissolving into each other. The wide road was completely flooded, and the dirty water ran into a small storm drain, which was located at the bottom of the curb. “What's clown, granny?” suddenly Jennifer asked, continuing to mesmerize dark storm drain on the opposite side of the street. “Ah?” surprised grandmother. "Well... Dad said something was going on in Derry. He told me about some clown. Weird fairy tale. I vaguely remember", said girl, frowning. "I was five or seven." "No wonder that you don't remember." Jennifer was immediately distracted from the contemplation of the rain and sat down beside Christine on the couch. Grandma hugged her granddaughter with one hand over his shoulder, the other has lowered the volume on the TV. The woman sighed, sinking into his memories, and slowly start: "This clown appeared here when I was about twenty-five years old. Maybe a little less. It was during this period that children began to disappear. A lot of children are missing, and no one could find them", with each word, the elderly woman went into herself more and more. "The madman who disguised himself as a clown only got caught by the police once. But he escaped. Almost immediately. Many years have passed since then. I was hoping that psycho was dead." "He back in Derry?" cautiously asked Jen. "Yes. And I heard that from you. You told me you saw him waving at you from the bushes." said the grandmother, than scared girl. Suddenly Jennifer was confused, plunging into her own memories…

* * * In Derry came one of the few sunny summer days, and Jennifer, of course, persuaded her grandmother to go for a walk. They reached the main square, where many people always gathered. On the playground the kids were playing, which was quite a bit. Jen sprinted off to the Playground while her grandmother crouched down to rest after a long road. The left leg was treacherously sick. Jennifer happily jumped on the free swing to the face to trees and bushes, enclosed by an iron grating. There, behind the fence, was a small nature reserve Derry, and there were forbidden to go. On the grid could be seen a yellow plate with the inscription: "Private protected area. For illegal entry - a fine of 1000 $". The swing rose high in the air, and the girl was enjoying this wonderful feeling she flies. Such a clear and blue sky could be reached with your feet, which inspired even more. Seemed, even a bit, and Jennifer indeed going to fly. She fancied herself a bird, until she again turned her attention to the fenced trees. Among the bushes could see something white, and Jen, distracted from their fantasies, tried to see a strange spot. Behind the bars stood a man in a white clown costume. Red buttons-pompons did not look ridiculous, but rather gave a special charm to lush clothes. White collar, the same white makeup on the face and red hair. The lips, painted in red, is immediately stretched in a welcoming smile, it was worth the girl to draw a clown's attention. He waved to the girl, then motioned to him. Jennifer stopped the swing, wondering if she should approach the clown behind bars. The girl frowned and showed the clown a finger, indicating she'd be back in a minute. Clown subtly smiled in anticipation, but that baby hasn't seen. "Grandma, can I go play with the clown?" running up to grandmother, loudly asked Jen. "Which clown?" woman immediately distracted from their crosswords. "Well, he's there, at the gate", she explained and turned to point a finger at the clown, who is there already, of course, was not. "Oh, he's probably gone. Pity!" "Let's go home, Jennifer", frowning and saying no more, her grandmother said sternly, and taking the girl by the hand, led her to the side of the house. The girl turned back, noticing that the clown was standing in the same place. He pouted angrily and wiped the nonexistent tears from his face. Jennifer was confused, thinking, that made the right decision. Otherwise, the grandmother raised the whole district on the ears… * * * Two weeks visiting the grandma have passed for Jennifer unexpectedly quickly. She always found something to do: read books, in good weather, was walking with his grandmother in the bad watching TV with her, sometimes painted in your album. All the time the girl found something to do, and memories of that stupid meeting with a possible maniac Derry themselves out of my head. Again high in the sky the sun was shining and Jen first heard the birds singing, sitting on the veranda of the house. Grandma took out of the house on a tray of tea and cookies. The girl smiled at her when she sat down opposite and began to tell another story from his life. Christine traveled around the world a lot and saw a lot of things. She always had the opportunity to go from Derry to some metropolis to live in luxury, but she still remained in this backwater. Jennifer couldn't understand her. To which grandma replied that after many years Jen will understand it. Suddenly the girl was distracted from the story grandmother, noticing how the house is approached from afar the familiar blue BMW. Jen was confused, because parents usually pick her up on Sunday, and today was only Friday. Grandmother also drew attention to the car, which has already stopped near the house. For wheel as and always was Chester. He turned off the engine and got out of the car. Jen instantly fell from her seat, running towards her father with cheers. Chester picked up the girl in his arms, kissing her on the cheek and squeezed. "Why are you here so early?" Jennifer was surprised, already being on the ground. "I'll tell you everything, kitten. But first I need to talk to your grandmother", calmly replied the father, and together they went to the house. "Mrs. Wheeler, can I have a word?" "Sure, Chester." smiled woman, rising and heading for the kitchen. The man followed her, asking Jen to sit in the living room. Girl nodded in response, not knowing what happened. Dad rarely talked to his grandmother about something serious, she thought to herself. And it usually didn't bode well. Jennifer frowned, including TV and starting to look for something interesting among a long list of channels. After a few minutes, the adults came back from the kitchen, and Jen immediately noticed how gloomy grandmother. It was as if she was plunged into some bad memories from her life, which made the girl feel uncomfortable. All her attention turned to father, who sat opposite her. "Jennifer, listen to me carefully", quietly asked Chester, hard sighing. Girl sat down on the edge of the sofa with her hands folded in her lap. She was preparing to hear anything, if only not very bad. But severe and focused expression of papa's face she understood that it happened something serious. And it hit him really hard. Because he has always the cheerful face, but now it showing no emotion. "Your mom... She left." dad started gently, and her eyes immediately glistened with tears. "We're divorced, sweetheart." "Where she left?" sobbed Jen. “I don’t know”, Chester shrugged his shoulders in confusion. "She's coming back, right? Yes, dad?" no longer holding back tears, hoping girl asked. "I don't think so, Jenni." Christine, who was watching them, sighed. Heart sank in pain, desperately trying to understand why her daughter left her family. The woman herself was ready to cry, seeing as Jen snuggled up to daddy. Inside the girl something painfully broke, and instead of love to the mother, which and so it was always cold, had formed a black abyss of hatred.

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