#my sister was like oh is this them as girls but no it’s not I just like drawing pretty boys I’m sorry lmao

[traveler-at-heart]

Doctor's In - Part 13

Summary: Your life in Boston after Wanda.

The air is cold, and just your luck, today you left the car outside of the building’s parking lot.

Maybe it’s not such a bad thing after all, as a cute woman is inspecting the black Corvette, in awe of the elegant and expensive car.

“Want a ride?”

“This yours?” she says, genuinenly fascinated.

“Yeap” you nod. “She’s a beauty, 490-hp 6.2-liter V-8 engine”

Do you know what those words mean? Not at all.

“My father and I used to fix cars. I need to send him a picture. Can I?”

“Sure, go ahead” you smile. “I’ll even take one of you standing next to it”

You pull out your phone.

“Oh, wait, I should have given you mine” the woman says, and you smile.

“Or you could give me your number and I’ll send the pics” you smile at her, offering your phone.

“Very smooth” she blushes, taking it.

“If you wanna talk about smooth, the leather seats are just…”

“Ugh, it’s too cold to take my motorcycle, can you give me a ride to the hospital?” Yelena interrupts, coming out of nowhere as usual.

“Shh, go away” you push her behind you.

“God, we’re gonna be late. Just skip to the part where you lie about texting the girl and get on with it” she mumbles, and luckily only you can hear her.

“Sorry, she’s being annoying�� you elbow Yelena’s side. “I’ll send you the pictures, and my offer for a ride still stands”

“Well, alright then. Have fun babysitting” the woman comments, which earns her a glare from the blonde.

“Get in the fucking car” you mutter. “Why can’t you ask your mother for a damn car? She has lots of them”

“Like the one you borrow and use to get phone numbers? I don’t understand why you do it, you never call them”

“It’s not about having a date. It’s just fun to talk to girls. I never really did it outside of college” you shrug your shoulders.

You never call them because the thought of being with someone who isn’t Wanda is simply absurd.

But you don’t expect Yelena to understand it.

“I never ask for a car because then she’d be like See, I was right, a motorcycle was a bad idea”

“Get both, like your sister”

“No, because then she’ll say I’m copying her, like when she went to school with a green backpack and I got one that was similar the next day. But green has always been my favorite color” she rambles.

“Are all the Romanoffs this complicated?”

"Is your music taste always this random?" Yelena points at the screen. "Yesterday it was ABBA and now it's Metallica"

"Don't even think about changing it" you say, slapping her hand away.

You finally get to the hospital, parking in your spot, which is one of the best ones in the entire facility.

Melina is trying to convince you to stay beyond your three month contract, and she’s not shying away from providing a life of luxury, with a penthouse and a fancy car included.

If it wasn’t because you’re busting your ass in the ER, you’d feel like a sugar baby.

“Go and check on the people waiting, I have to sign discharges and look at some post ops” you tell Yelena as soon as you walk in, and she nods.

“Morning, everyone” you greet the front desk. “Is Patrick ready for his recital today?”

“Yes, he’s very excited” Nurse Roman says.

“Well, as a doctor I don’t feel comfortable saying break a leg, so let’s just leave it at good luck”

“That sounds perfect to me, Doctor Y/L/N, thank you” the woman says. You’re smiling until you notice the frown on Peña’s face.

“Don’t look at me like that. Not my fault you keep betting on Shelton when he’s literally playing against Alcaraz”

“Shelton is the future of American tennis”

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the resounding noise of your debt” you say, going back to the charts but keeping your palm open. You don’t look up until he gives up, putting a 20 in your hand. “Pleasure doing business with you, Peña. I’m so looking forward to Indian Wells and Miami back to back”

You don’t realise that Natasha is also at the front desk, signing a couple of discharge forms.

It’s been a month and you’re already friends with half the people who work here. Natasha’s glad, because it can be miserable to be isolated while you’re away from home.

The other side of her can’t help but feel really stupid too, because all this time she thought you were flirting and in reality, this is who you are with most people.

Now that’s a fast way to humble someone.

“Hi, Doctor Romanoff” you say, finally noticing her. “Ending your shift?”

“Yeah. How about you?”

“Starting a 48”

“Didn’t you just do one 12 hours ago?” she says.

“Yeah, but my brother and sister are coming over so I need the weekend off” you smile, actually excited. Natasha is probably one of the only people who could understand how good it is to reconnect with your siblings, but she’s been distant with you ever since you came to Boston.

So, you wish her a good day, and walk to the madness of the ER.

“Fuck my life, fuck it hard” you mutter when you notice who’s there. Ed Lorne, aka clown nurse. He’s a young one, practically fresh out of college and with an unhealthy obsession to behave like Patch Adams in that movie that always puts you to sleep (No disrespect to Robin Williams).

“Please tell me his shift is almost over” you plead to Yelena.

“Don’t be mean. He’s trying to make an impression”

“He already did and it’s a fucking awful one”

The fact that there’s no swear jar around has turned you into a sailor on leave. Not that you keep track, but if the twins could hear you, they’d be set for an Ivy League education.

Stop thinking about this, you mentally scold yourself, trying to breathe to settle that uncomfortable feeling at the pit of your stomach.

Yelena mistakes your frustrated sigh with a protest as Ed approaches you. Truthfully, it’s a bit of both.

“Top of the morning to you, Doctor Y/L/N” he says, removing an imaginary hat.

God, you’re gonna strangle him with a stethoscope.

“Guy in bed six has problems with urinating and I’m like well, more like ur-out of my bladder!”

“Boy, you’re really bringing the theater kid energy today, aren’t ya” you complain, ignoring Yelena’s smack on your arm.

“Why, thank you for noticing”

“No, that wasn’t a compliment. Check all of my post ops and medication, then fill out the medical records in the computer”

That should keep him busy for the next two hours and away from you.

“Evil” Yelena mumbles, but she’s laughing along.

You take care of a few people, ordering lab tests and other stuff that is quickly taken care of by the staff. It’s nice to have an ER that is never short on medical personnel.

You finish your exam on a patient just in time to get your daily call.

“Hello, Judas”

“Darcy!” you say, always with the same enthusiasm.

“I hate you” she repeats, every day since you left. Well, minus the first week. You didn’t have a phone at all. “Carol hates you too and you’re no longer invited to her wedding”

You can faintly hear Carol’s voice in the background, shouting that what Darcy’s saying is not true.

“I’m trying to get her to come back” Darcy explains. “Look pal, it’s either the good way or the bad way aka getting you in the Psych ward until you go back to your senses”

“I don’t suppose you could get my stuff and send it over?”

“No, for two reasons. One, if I see Wanda I’m going to kill her and dos, you belong here. So it would be stupid to send stuff that you’ll need when you’re back. Besides, how do you know Wanda didn’t throw them away?”

“I just do. Ok, it was nice being emotionally manipulated by you, but I gotta scrub in. Same time on Monday? Remember I’m seeing Zach and Jenny this weekend”

“Yes, get me all the deets on the gossip and yes, same time”

“Love you, pal”

“Screw you”

Darcy hangs up, but stares at her phone for a moment longer. She does miss you and even if she’s giving you shit for it, she understands where you’re coming from.

“Are these the CVs for Chief Fury?”

“Yes” his secretary says, carrying a couple of files. “He doesn’t like to read on the computer”

“Oh, here, I’ll take those”

And Darcy does take them. Straight to the trash can.

Gotta make sure the job’s open when you come back.

—

You’re out of shape. It’s been 27 hours and the work keeps on coming. It doesn’t help that Boston is so much bigger than Westview.

As you sit in one of the front desks, looking over paperwork and lab results, Ed comes in, holding a deck of cards.

“Pick a card”

“Did you get the lab results for Mrs. Pattmore?” you say, resisting the urge to slap the deck to the floor.

“No, they said it would take another hour…”

“Can you check again? Thank you”

Fortunately, he leaves and you sigh.

“He’s quite the character” a man shows up next to you, and you nod.

“He is very useful when I need urgent results from the lab. The technicians can’t stand him so they rather not see him around” you laugh.

 “I haven’t seen you before. I’m doctor Stephen Strange. Yes, that is my last name” he adds when you frown.

“Oh, nice to meet you. Yeah, I’m the interim Head of Trauma. Just until they find someone new”

“Huh. Not what I heard”

Well, there’s no way Melina will convince you to stay. But then again… you never thought you’d take the job in Boston.

“That’s definitely my plan” you assure him. “Were you on break?”

“Honeymoon. We just got back” he nods towards another woman who joins you, her smile wide. “Doctor Christine Palmer, meet… sorry, I didn’t get your name”

“Y/L Y/L/N. Congratulations to the both of you” you shake her hand.

“Thank you, how are you liking it here so far?”

“Everyone’s great” you say, but Christine catches your exhaustion.

“Lorne was just here asking to do a magic trick”

“Ah. That” she nods.

“Yeah” you get paged, and then wave at them. “See you around, and welcome back”

There’s a man coming in with a stab wound. Another shift from your work in Stark Hospital; the frequency of people who come in as a result of fights is a lot higher.

It was very rare to treat these kind of things in Westview.

“BP 130/70, no external bleeding or fractures” Yelena says and you nod, encouraging her to continue. “I want a chest X-Ray, transthoracic echocardiogram and blood work”

“The patient’s yours, Doctor Belova”

You’re honestly impressed. Yelena has been putting the work, and she’s very talented, especially while working under pressure.

“She has a good teacher” Melina speaks. The woman has a talent for knowing what people are thinking.

“Well, it’s in her blood, isn’t it? The whole Romanoff dinasty”

“Yes. By the way, this is your last patient. You’re not to be on call for so many hours in a week. The workload is very different here. And we will talk about a bonus so you can buy something to that girlfriend of yours to thank her for letting you be here”

About that.

Nobody knows Wanda kicked you out.

Except Yelena, but that’s because she kept asking about what Wanda said when you decided to come to Boston. The only way to shut her up was by telling her the truth.

It’s impressive that she’s kept the secret for so long.

“No need for a bonus, I’m doing my job as usual”

While you wait for the results of Yelena’s patient, the man begins to complain about pain between the shoulder blades.

“Lorne, book an OR and page Yelena” you say, knowing that’s a bad sign.

The blonde scrubs in as you begin the laparoscopy.

“What’s wrong? I’m still waiting on the results” she says, standing next to you.

“Pain between the shoulder blades is not a good sign for this type of injury. I’m seeing blood cloths in the anterior surface of the stomach and the liver. We’re switching to a laparotomy”

You find three lacerations in the liver and one in the stomach. Well, Melina’s plan didn’t work; you’re staying here for a bit longer.

As you move to inspect the pericardium, you look at Yelena, asking if she sees anything.

“No, it’s fine. Aside from the diaphragmatic perforation”

“And how are we closing that?”

“Ethibond suture with pledget” she answers after a slight hesitation.

“You’ll do it and I’ll be watching” you nod, moving aside. Truth is, your shoulder is hurting. It’s the old injury combined with the extra workload.

“Need any help?” Natasha walks in, and you shake your head no.

“I thought your shift ended”

“Came to do some post ops, and Doctor Romanoff asked me to help so you could go home”

“I’m fine” you lie. But Natasha stays in the OR, looking over Yelena’s shoulder.

“You’re making me nervous”

“Good. You could use some pressure. Y/N’s going soft on you” the redhead teases.

“I’m not!” you say, laughing. “I’ve been told I’m a great teacher”

“I’ve heard” Natasha nods.

Though Yelena takes a little bit longer than you would have, her work is excellent. Once you check everything’s done, you give the team instructions and scrub out.

“What are you doing with your siblings?” Natasha asks, joining you.

“Well, Jenny’s looking at NYU to apply. So I’ll meet them in New York, take them to a Broadway show. I was hoping they’d wanna go to the Met but not holding my breath for two teenagers to choose a museum”

“That’s fair. Have fun with your family” she smiles.

It’s weird to think about them as your family. They are, of course.

But to you, family is an entirely different group of people. One that you’ll never see again.

“Thanks. See you around” you nod, hoping to get some rest.

—

You never thought you’d be eager to see your family, but here you are, waiting in the airport, looking for Jenny.

As soon as she spots you, she runs towards you.

“Hey, kiddo”

“Make room for me” Zach says, jumping right in and making sure his sister has no room to breathe.

“You’re so annoying!” Jenny complains. Even if she’s three years older, Zach is a lot taller, being in that awkward teenage phase. “This trip was supposed to be just me”

“Y/N invited me” he says.

Well, kinda. He inserted himself in your conversations with Jenny, and as soon as he heard the words weekend in New York, he was ready to go.

“Well, I didn’t alter my girls weekend schedule for you, Zach. So just so you know, you’re getting a manicure and we’re plucking your eyebrows” you tease, walking them to where you parked. Of course they argue over who gets to ride in the front. “Alright, this is a rental. So, rule number one, no eating in the car. No throwing stuff at each other. No feet on the dashboard. And no one changes the music”

“Fine” they agree.

“First stop, the penthouse, then NYU”

Melina had heard about your trip and went out of her way to offer you everything at her disposal. Exclusive tickets, the Romanoff penthouse (apparently they have one in every major city), a reservation in a very nice restaurant.

You took most things happily. In a way, this is your compensation for emotional damages.

“So, what happened between you and Wanda?” Jenny says.

“Wow, can we at least have lunch first?” you accidentally hit the brake, making Zach hit his head against the headrest of your seat.

“I’m blind!”

“You’re fine” Jenny shushes him, turning to you. “I’ll tell you about our parent’s divorce”

“Ugh, deal. But you go first”

So, as you get food, Jenny tells you everything, with the occasional intervention from Zach. It’s nothing exciting, not technically. Their father finally realising your mother is an evil witch and taking their children away from her. It would have been ideal to do it when they were younger, but whatever.

“And you guys are doing good?” you ask, making sure things are better.

“Yeah… I just feel bad for her sometimes” Jenny admits. “Like what if she’s lonely or sad, you know?”

“That’s because you’re a good kid” you smile at her. “Let’s go get changed, we have to be ready for your college tour soon”

“What about your part of the deal?”

“Later” you say, trying to avoid talking about it.

By the time you reach the penthouse, you can’t help but admire the view to Central Park. It’s even bigger than the one they gave to you back in Boston.

“I want the biggest room” Zach says as soon as they drop their bags.

Of course, they’re engaging in a fight that involves some name calling and a lot of finger flicks on the forehead.

“You guys are worse than…”

They turn to look at you and you smile, trying to keep it together.

“Worse than…” Zach says but you shake your head.

“Nothing. Come on, better change fast”

Worse than Wanda and Pietro.

Will you ever stop thinking about her?

—

Earning the title of cool sister only takes a borrowed penthouse, Broadway tickets and exclusive seats at Yankees Stadium.

It’s day two and though you haven’t been able to convince them to go to the Met, you’re still enjoying yourself.

Kind of.

“So how long do these last?” you ask again, even if Zach explained the rules a dozen times already. “Ok, next time we’re going to the US Open because at least I’ll understand the game”

“So, you’re planning on staying here?” Jenny asks and you shrug your shoulders.

“There’s no plan for anything, really. I have two months left on my contract”

Zach goes to get more food and you keep watching the game in silence.

“Are you ok?” Jenny asks. Truthfully, though you’ve enjoyed spending time with them, Wanda’s been in the back of your mind more frequently than when you’re busy with work.

You can’t help but think about all the trips you never took with her, or wonder what she’d think about the city.

“Want the grown up answer or the big sister being brave answer?”

“I’d like the truth”

“Well…” you take a deep breath. “I’m not ok. I fucked up big time. I had everything I wanted within reach and just… I don’t know. Maybe it was never meant for me. It was too good”

“You are good enough for it, come on. Don’t say that”

“It’s hard to believe it when I hurt her so much. And the kids. But, it is what it is I guess”

“I’m sorry. If you wanna talk…”

“I know, sis. Thanks” you smile at her. All of the sudden you hear the crowd roaring and look up to see a ball that’s coming straight your way. You catch it, thinking nothing of it, while some people around you begin to speak to you. “What? Do I have to throw it back?”

“Are you insane?” Zach comes out of nowhere, taking it from you. “This is the coolest thing!”

“It’s a ball” you say, looking at the field.

“Nu-uh. It’s Camarena’s 50th home run. You know, the most promising baseball player of the season”

“Ok, if you say so”

Turns out it is a very big deal, as the player wants the ball back and is offering to meet you in exchange for it. You let Zach decide for the two of you, and his answer is an excited yes.

So, you take a couple of pictures and thank him when he hands you a signed baseball bat.

“Thanks, Carme…”

“Camarena” Zach elbows you. “I’m your biggest fan”

Yeah, you definitely earned the award to coolest sister, and it had nothing to do with all the money you spent. It came down to your ability to catch a freakin ball, like a competition with a golden retriever.

“We still have some time before we have to take the plane. What do you wanna do? You’ve been doing everything we want to” Jenny says, and you think about it.

“Let’s have a picnic in Central Park”

“Sounds fun” she agrees, while Zach keeps taking a million pictures of the bat.

As you walk around the park, you find something that unlocks a memory that was totally lost on you.

“Balto!” you point at a statue of the sleigh dog. They both look at you with blank expressions. “You’ve never seen Balto? Seriously?”

“I don’t know. Mom wouldn’t let us watch some stuff. She said it was silly to have a movie with speaking animals”

“That and Ghostbusters. But we never learned why”

“Oh, that’s because she and dad watched that movie on the day I was born” you explain while you pull out your phone to take a picture of the statue.

“Mom is such a bitch” Zach mutters and it makes you laugh.

“Come on, kid. Screw the picnic, I’m buying you the biggest burger we can find”

“See? I’m her favorite already” he teases Jenny and they begin to argue again. You hug them, staying in the middle to prevent a fight.

“Love ya both, kiddos”

—

Coming back to an empty house stings a bit more when you spent the weekend surrounded by playful banter and pleasant company.

The silence is unbearable and you know that at moments like this there’s only one thing that can make you forget.

So, even if you have to go to work tomorrow, you get changed and head for the usual club.

“Thought you found a better spot” Laura greets you as you approach the bar.

“Work was crazy” is all you say. No one knows your name, or what you do for a living. You just get drinks and dance to loud music.

“The usual?” you nod, accepting the glass of scotch. You enjoy it slowly for a bit, watching as some people dance and party. The outfits and the music are different from your time in college; plus Darcy and you used to go to shitty bars.

Either way, what hasn’t changed is how drunk people act; messy, unaware. You love it. No one’s asking if you’re ok, or why you're there.

“I was gonna buy you a drink, but you’re not done with that one yet” a woman offers with a flirty smile.

You finish what’s left of the scotch in one swift motion, and wink at her.

“There”

“Are you that thirsty, huh?” she teases, and you laugh, sipping from the new glass. “I’m Eve. You?”

“I’m… really thankful for my drink, Eve” you say, because you’re never gonna share your name with anyone else. “Wanna dance?”

The woman rolls her eyes, but follows you to the dance floor. It’s the perfect place to get lost, and avoid any conversation. The music’s loud, there’s people everywhere and you can simply disappear when you’re done.

It’s what you do best, isn’t it?

As you go out for another drink, there’s an impulse to talk to Laura.

“That was the name of a friend”

“What?”

“Laura. Well, not my friend. My ex girlfriend’s friend”

That’s about everything they have in common. This woman is covered in tattoos and has dark hair, styled in a mullet. Very Joan Jett, which is every girl’s type.

But my type is Wanda.

“Is that why you drink until I have to call you a cab?” Laura says, and you nod, taking a shot of tequila and asking for another one.

“Yeah. Come on, just one more” you plea when she’s doubting about giving you a third one. You pout and Laura rolls her eyes. “Thank you. Ah, I love this song!”

You blow her a kiss, running back to the dance floor. Wait, no, you don’t even know this song but it’s cool anyway.

And then the next one is good enough, until you’re a bit too drunk and have no idea what’s playing.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

To your disappointment, it’s a man.

“I’m fine!”

“Yes, you are” he says, putting his arm around your waist.

“I’m gay, dude. Stop it!” you push him away.

“Come on, you just need a good di…”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, not when your fist crashes against his nose.

Stupid move, as he’s tumbling to the floor, creating a commotion. You can tell he’s pissed when he stands up, but he never even gets to yell at you, because someone is pulling you back until you’re out of sight.

“You really are trouble” Laura tsks and you try not to laugh.

“He was an asshole”

“Yeah, he is. If it were up to me he wouldn’t go in at all. I have to get back to the bar. Stay here, drink some water. Then I’ll call you a cab”

“I’m sorry” you say, reaching for her when she walks past you.

“That girl did a number on you, huh?”

“I only have myself to blame” you smile sadly. “Thanks for the help”

Following the woman’s advice, you walk around the room, drinking some water and breathing to gather yourself. You’re vaguely aware of the pain in your hand, and remember that it was stupid to risk yourself that way.

If you can’t operate, Melina’s kicking your ass.

After a while, Laura comes back.

“Car’s waiting”

“Thanks… I owe you...”

“A cup of coffee”

You’re about to protest when she rolls her eyes.

“Not as a date. You have too many issues for me to handle. But I’d rather we stop meeting like this, with you starting a bar fight”

“Yeah, that’s fair” you smile, looking back before leaving the room. “My name’s Y/N, by the way”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”

—

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

That’s all you can think about as you get ready for a 24 hour shift, sporting a massive headache and hangover.

You’re leaning against the elevator when the doors open, and you speak without opening your eyes, handing the keys of the car to Yelena.

“You’re gonna have to drive me today”

“Yelena already left”

You look up a little too fast, eyes meeting Natasha’s.

“Ah, jeez” you complain, feeling your head pound with the sudden movement.

“Rough night?” she says with a mocking tone, but then pays attention to your bruised knuckles, taking your hand. “What the hell? Are you ok?”

“Dude thought he could touch me and get away with it. It’s fine” you promise, though she doesn’t let go of your hand.

“You know mom’s gonna freak out when she sees this?”

“Don’t be a snitch, Romanoff” you say, stepping out of the elevator. “What are you doing?”

“Get in my car” she says, rolling her eyes. “You’re in no condition to drive”

“This is nice” you look around the Mercedes-Benz, reaching to touch the controls in the dashboard. Natasha slaps your hand away.

“Nicer than the Corvette?”

“Nah, let’s not get crazy”

“Did you have a nice weekend with the family?” she asks, rolling into conversation naturally.

“Yeah, we went to see Wicked because Jenny wanted to, then to a Yankees game where I caught the ball, which is apparently a big deal”

“It is, congrats”

“They made me buy some clothes that are not scrubs or…”

“Mini skirts? Like the one you wore last night”

“How did you…”

“My penthouse is in the same building, remember? Same as Yelena’s. Mom was smart enough to get a house away from everyone”

“Right”

“Doesn’t Wanda mind?”

That shuts you up real fast. And honestly? You don’t feel like lying. But as you’re about to answer her, she stops in the parking lot.

“Sorry, it’s none of my business” she mistakes your silence with annoyance.

“No, that’s not it” you explain, but then your phone pings. It’s a message from Jenny, sending you the Instagram post she made for the weekend in New York.

J: You made it to the gram!

Youths. You don’t even have instagram but click the link nonetheless. Yeah, those are nice pictures.

“Oh, you two came together?” Melina greets when she meets you in the hallway.

“Y/N can explain why” Natasha smirks and you glare at her.

“I was just feeling tired after the family trip”

“Natalia, who will be your plus one to the gala?” Melina changes the subject abruptly.

“I’m not taking anyone”

You direct your attention back to your phone, knowing they’re about to argue.

As you swipe through the pictures, a name catches your eye.

w.maximoff

What?

Does Wanda follow your sister?

She saw the pictures and liked them? Even if you were in them?

Don’t be an idiot, don’t think this means anything, she hates you, she’s better off without you.

The sudden urge to throw up has nothing to do with your hangover. You look around the hallway, and feel the desire to turn around and beg her to take you back.

You miss her too much, you can’t do this without Wanda.

Who are you kidding?

“Take Y/N” you hear all of the sudden.

“What?”

“Take Y/N to the gala with you” Melina decides, making Natasha roll her eyes.

“She doesn’t want to…”

“Yes. I’ll go” you interrupt Natasha.

Anything, anything at all to stop thinking about the one person who made your life worth living.

“Then it’s settled” your boss nods, pleased.

“Excuse me” you walk away, hoping there’s a ton of work that can keep your mind off everything else.

There is, and you’re grateful for the distraction it provides.

“I’m exhausted. How are you managing with a hangover?” Yelena complains after a few hours.

“Get some rest,” you mutter, looking at the lab results. “The OR won’t be ready for another hour anyway”

Unfortunately, it gets very slow as the day progresses. Everyone in the hospital is focused on a kidney transplant that is happening next week.

You see a woman walk in with her son to the ER and approach them.

“Hello, I’m Doctor Y/L/N. How can I help you?”

“Hi, yes. My son fell and I’m not sure, I think he might have hurt his wrist”

You turn to look at the kid, who is probably ten or eleven, and he looks back at you scared.

“I understand. What’s your name?”

“Kyle”

“Hi, Kyle. I’m Y/L. Can I take a look at your wrist?”

It takes him a moment to nod, but once he does you take him to one of the hospital beds where he sits. As you put on a pair of gloves, he looks around, clearly nervous.

“Cool shirt” you make conversation, noticing his Yoshi shirt. “My favorite is Rainbow Road, but the best time I ever did was on Vanilla Lake”

“Really? My favorite is Koopa Troopa Beach”

“That’s a good one” you agree, applying pressure on his wrist. “Ok, I don’t think anything’s broken but we need an X-ray to confirm. I’ll walk you there, it will take a minute”

Thankfully, it’s just a sprain.

“You’ll just wear a brace for a week, I’m also sending some medication for pain. Now, you’re gonna have to hold up on playing Mario Kart for a bit, as the movement isn’t good for your hand. Take it easy and if there’s any more discomfort or pain, come back to the hospital”

“Thank you” the woman nods, relieved that it’s nothing major. You’re about to say goodbye when her son hugs you.

“Take care, kid”

As you watch them walk away, your mind goes back to Billy and Tommy.

You miss them so much.

“Everything ok?” Yelena asks when you leave in a rush, walking towards the stairs.

Instead of answering her, you go down the steps, until you push the emergency exit, breathing heavily.

Don’t cry at work, don’t cry at work.

It’s not working. You squeeze your eyes shot, pinching the bridge of your nose.

A sob leaves your lips the minute Yelena catches up with you.

“It’s ok. I’m here” she says, hugging you.

“I miss them”

“I know. I’m sorry” is all she says, allowing you to cry as you lean your head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be…” you finally gather yourself, wiping away the tears. Your face is hot with the embarrassment of being so emotional in front of Yelena.

“I understand. There’s nothing to be sorry about. Come on, you should get some sleep. I’ll cover the ER for a bit”

“Ok” you nod. But she still follows you to the break room, and as you lay in bed, Yelena makes small talk, asking about your trip and telling you some funny things that used to happen to her and Natasha when their mother would leave them to roam the city while she had board meetings.

As she tells you about her favorite things from the Met, your eyes feel heavy and you fall asleep, exhausted.

The younger woman looks at you, feeling a bit guilty. She understands that everyone in this situation is an adult, and sometimes relationships don’t work.

But it’s still hard to see you so heartbroken and lonely.

“Hey” Natasha walks in the room, and Yelena shushes her, leaning her head towards you. “Is she ok?”

“I don’t know” the blonde admits, closing the door behind her.  “What’s up?”

“Mom told me you’re bringing a plus one to the gala! I thought we agreed no dates for this one”

“Oh, yeah…” Yelena blushes, and Natasha tilts her head.

“Who is it?”

“So, what are you doing? Should we find you a date?” Yelena rushes to change the subject, walking with her sister to the cafeteria.

“No, Y/N volunteered. Or, my mother kinda forced her to”

“Maybe it will be good to have a distraction. She’s having a rough time”

Natasha stays silent as they get some food. To be honest, she has been distant with you. It was hard to get close again after all the hard words you exchanged.

Natasha was just trying to protect herself.

“So you’re not gonna tell me who it is?” Natasha insists after a moment of silence. Yelena laughs, shaking her head.

“You’ll find out soon enough”

—

You open your eyes to the sound of your pager. The OR was busy for longer than anticipated and you’re about to go and check if everyone’s ready.

While you yawn, you dial Yelena’s number.

“Hello?” you hear Natasha’s voice.

“Why are you answering Yelena’s phone?” you say, doble checking that you indeed called her sister.

“Oh, crap. I took her phone by accident”

“Hey” you step out of the room, and find none other than Natasha, ready to leave for the day. “Guess your mother bought these phones in bulk”

You show her the mobile Melina gave you, though you insisted in keeping your number. It’s identical to Yelena’s and Natasha’s and every head of department has one as well.

“Heads up, she might be tracking your location”

“What? Can she do that?” you say, shaking the phone. Natasha smiles at that.

She forgets not everyone is expecting the worst from Melina.

“I better go and exchange phones with Yelena” the redhead says.

“Sure, can you tell her that the OR’s ready? Thanks”

You leave, but then Natasha’s voice stops you.

“Do you wanna do something tomorrow?”

There’s a hint of shock in your face, but you nod and smile.

“Yeah, sure. Wanna come over to watch a movie?”

“Sounds good” she agrees.

“Alright. See ya then” you wave goodbye.

Between this and the gala, Natasha doesn’t know if it’s a good idea to spend so much time together.

She’s about to find out.

—

Natasha is questioning her choices as she knocks on your door, thinking it might be unwise to spend alone time with you.

She had felt like you both got some closure after the emergency surgery on that woman. And then, one week later you had shown up at her hospital, as if you hadn’t refused the offer a number of times.

As if the thought of leaving your precious girlfriend behind wasn’t the craziest thing in the world.

“Hey, come on in” you greet, opening for her.

“Love what you’ve done with the place” she teases, watching as the only real decoration is a Polaroid picture of you and Yelena that is taped to the fridge.

“I’m happy this thing came with furniture or we’d be having dinner on the floor”

“Martha Stewart would be proud” she says and you roll your eyes.

“Come on, food will be ready in a bit” you say, asking her to open the bottle of wine.

“Where’d you get it from?”  she asks as she hands you a glass.

“Uh, the grocery store?” you look back from the stove.

“Wait, you’re making it? From scratch?” she puts her glass down, looking over your shoulder.

“Well, not from scratch, it’s not like I made the pasta”

“I thought you didn’t cook”

“I didn’t” you smile, offering her a taste of the sauce. “But I got used to the finer things in life, like a good old homemade meal, and had to figure out how to get something done”

“This is actually really good” she says, surprised.

“I will give you a pass because I am also surprised that my cooking’s not so bad”

It must have been because you used to watch Wanda cooking all the time.

Ah, shit.

Maybe eventually you’ll go a day without thinking about her. Or not, and that’s your karma for being an idiot.

Once everything’s ready, you pull out two plates, and serve the food.

“What do you wanna watch?”

“Not sure, could we eat first?”

“Why, want to check that I won’t give you food poisoning?” you joke, but Natasha doesn’t laugh. “Oh, come on! I’ve never gotten sick and it’s been a month!”

“Let’s just eat”

“Fine, are you sure you’re gonna be ok talking to me? You’ve been avoiding me since I arrived in Boston” you comment, though you can’t be mad at her.

It was easier to blame her for your screw up that own up to it. You’re not particularly proud of it.

“I wasn’t sure if your girlfriend would give you shit for talking to me”

“We’re not together anymore” you blurt out, making Natasha stop chewing.

“You’re shitting me”

“She broke up with me” you shrug your shoulders. “So I quit my job and ran away like the asshole I am”

There’s a beat of silence, and you keep eating. You’re not expecting anything from Natasha, like pity or words of comfort. It’s just the way things are.

“I had no idea… I’m sorry. I feel responsible”

“Nat, don’t. Honestly, you weren’t wrong. I am attracted to you, and I didn’t set boundaries. If anything, I’m sorry for being a jerk and ruining our friendship”

She keeps eating quietly, and you know that she accepted the apology without making a fuss about it.

“Crazy, stupid love” you mumble after a couple of minutes.

“Yeah, I guess it can be”

“No” you snort out a laugh. “I mean that’s the movie I wanna watch!”

“Oh, I don’t know it” Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Of course not, it’s not a Bond movie. Come on, now that you’ve seen my food won’t take you to the ER, let’s get everything ready” you say, picking up the dishes. Maybe you’ll make popcorn, even though you are full.

“Wait a minute” Natasha says, and when you turn around, she’s got you cornered against the kitchen counter.

“Huh?”

“You said you are attracted to me. Not were. So you still are” she smirks, eyeing you up and down.

“Well, yeah. Have you seen yourself?” you stutter. It’s not helping that you’ve gotten used to physical intimacy and you’ve been craving it for the past weeks.

But that makes you think of Wanda again.

“I just… you deserve more than being a rebound, Natasha. And I am serious when I say I’m not staying beyond my contract”

You know you can’t be someone who isn’t heartbroken and in love with Wanda. But you can at least be honest about it.

“I know. It’s just fun to watch you get all flustered” she says with a sultry voice.

“Not funny” you say, pushing her away.

“Let’s watch that silly, corny movie now” Natasha rolls her eyes.

“You’re gonna love it”

“Doubt it”

As you suspect, she’s critizing Cal at every possible turn, calling him a loser. She’s also constantly texting about the hospital in between complaints.

“Hey!” she protests when you snatch her phone.

“I know we’re both workaholics, but you’re missing the parts with Emma Stone which are arguably the best ones. And this big reveal will blow your mind”

So, you put both of your phones down in the coffee table and take it as a win when she’s laughing at some of the moments in the film.

“Hannah is Cal’s daughter?” Natasha screams when you get to that scene.

“See?”

“Damn!”

“Bathroom break” you announce a while later, leaving the movie playing as you know the dialogues.

Natasha is actually interested in the movie when her phone rings and she picks up without looking away from the screen.

“Hello?”

She’s met with silence, which makes her actually pay attention to whoever called her.

Shit.

Wanda.

She took your phone.

But before she can explain or tell the other woman to wait, the call disconnects.

“What’s wrong?” you say when you return, sitting next to Natasha. “I know it’s sad, but I promise it has a happy ending”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry”

“Nat, you’re scaring me”

“I thought it was my phone, I picked it up. Wanda called you” Natasha says, handing over the phone to you.

“Oh” you tilt your head, shocked. “What did she say?”

“Nothing. She hung up. I’m so sorry”

“Well, maybe she just wanted me to get my stuff. That’s the only reason she’d call me, honestly” you say, returning to the movie.

“Why aren’t you freaking out?” Natasha insists.

“I don’t know” you confess. Maybe you’re in shock. It feels surreal to have Wanda call you, after everything she said to you.

You left your old phone at Darcy’s house before jumping on a plane. You only got your old number back after Melina gave you one of those fancy phones.

Now you wonder if she ever tried to call you.

“I should go”

“And leave me to drown in obsessive thoughts?” you say dramatically. “Look, what’s the harm here? That she’ll think the worst of me, and then what? We broke up. She kicked me out, I’m gone like Wanda asked me to. I’ll just text Pietro and ask if the kids are ok”

That was your real concern. You had a feeling that it could be a mistake or something very serious. And you’d always put your pride aside for the sake of the kids.

“We’re watching a horror movie now” Natasha snatches the remote as soon as the credits roll, looking for Insidious. “That will distract you for sure”

—

“You’re evil” you say when Natasha walks out, laughing.

“And you’re a baby”

“There was a demon! Sewing while that creepy song played. You’re sick, Romanoff”

“Sweet dreams, Y/N” she says, whistling the song as she closes the door.

Now you won’t be able to sleep.

But there’s also another thing in the back of your mind.

Pietro hasn’t answered which can mean that it Wanda's call was a mistake and he’s choosing to ignore you.

Or something so monumentally horrible happened that he doesn’t even have his phone on him.

“Fuck it” you say, trying to control your breathing as you dial back.

You begin to feel like an idiot, especially when it’s pretty obvious Wanda won’t pick up the phone.

Hands squeeze the device as you deal with the disappointment. You are about to hang up when you hear it.

Wanda, saying your name.

And for a moment, you feel like everything’s ok again.

[arc-misadventures]

Son-in-law Bonding

Jaune: So... Red Hood...?

Red Hood: Athena is just fine, Love.

Jaune: So, Athena... Why... Why did you invite me out here?

Athena: Why? Well, because I wanted to test your blade.

Jaune: My blade? You were testing my potential as a Huntsmen?

Athena: Yeah. Pyrrha is a hell of a Huntress-in-training, she'll probably become more famous than myself when she become a full blown, Huntress.

Athena: I've had lots of people both after myself, and my daughter, trying to use our fame, or the power of our family supposedly has. I've started filtering out all the trash to keep their slimy little hands off of myself, and my daughter.

Jaune: Oh, thank you.

Athena: 'THank you?' For what?

Jaune: For looking after, Pyrrha such as you did.

Athena: Oh... Well, I just love my family... After losing my sister, and her husband, Pyrrha is all that I have left... So I'm going to do whatever I can to protect her.

Jaune: I understand, if someone hurt my family... Well as the saying goes: 'Demons run when a good man goes to war.'

Athena: I have certainly made my fair shar of demons run. IT's quite fun watching them run! Several of the poor bastards pissed themselves when I went after them~!

Jaune: Pfft! Now that must have been a sight to see.

Athena: Yeah after I threw one out of my house... from the second story window. They finally back off. Mostly. None of those bastards are worth me, or my daughter.

Jaune: And, what about me; Am I worth anything?

Athena: ...

Athena: When my daughter first mentioned you, I thought you were another sweet talker trying to steal my girl away from me. But, you never even knew who she was when you two first met. And, even after you got to know her you just treated her as your friend. And, when you started dating you were more concerned about her well being instead of your own. I always hopped she would find a friend like you, even more so now since she found a lover like you. You're worth your weight in gold, Jaune. I am honoured, and proud to have my daughter date a man such as yourself.

Jaune: O-Oh... Thank you... That means a lot to hear. Thank you, Athena.

Athena: My pleasure love.

Jaune: But, how am I as a Huntsman?

Athena: Well, Pyrrha told me how you cheated your way into, Beacon Academy.

Jaune: Ahh yeah... that happened...

Athena: Pretty ballsy of you kid. I admire that! You are still a bit green, but I can see you become one hell of a, Huntsman one day!

Jaune: Oh, thank you, Athena! That mean's a lot to hear from my childhood hero

Athena: I'll happily give you some training if your interested?

Jaune: I would love that!

Athena: Alright! Now it's time for some fun!

Jaune: F-Fun?

Athena: Yeah, you think me testing your skills as a Huntsman-in-training was the only reason why I asked you out here?

Jaune: Well... Yeah?

Athena: Well you're wrong! I asked you out here, because I wanted to test you out. Only this time without, Pyrrha around.

Jaune: Another training bout?

Athena: Something like that...

'Click.'

Jaune: Uhh... what are you...?!

'Boing~!'

Jaune: ...?!

Athena: Alright, Jaune ready for me to test out your 'blade~?'

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Aura don't fail me now.

Athena: Haha~!

Athena: Bring it on, Love~!

///

Here's another one, @lar-mx

Question: I'm callings this pairing of, Red Hood, and Jaune: Yellowhood. Does that sound good?

Link to Art

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high garden academy — chapter 83.

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

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daein was leaning against a wall near where all her friends were forming a round and dancing to the music, she had a cigarette between her fingers that went back and forth to her lips from time to time, her now characteristic bored expression decorating her face as her eyes wandered through the crowd.

"you're really bold lately." karina's voice could easily be heard over the music. "quoting my tweets, bashing me." she reminisced. "since when did top student have such impunity?"

at the top of the club, on the second floor, karina and minjeong had met in a tumultuous manner. sure neither was the other's favorite person, but minjeong was having a day in which she couldn't stand anyone and when the oh-so-popular girl appeared in front of her, who was accompanied by taeyong, she couldn't contain the intrusive urge to nudge her shoulder with her body as she walked past her, which of course the blackhaired, who had a volatile character, didn't like.

minjeong was nice all the time, but when she didn't want to be it she could get really annoying.

"drop the mean girl act, will you?" the redhead's words were harder to hear because of how softly they came out. "you were just too close, it was unintentional." she lied, the reality is that it was indeed an angry act, but she wasn't waiting for her opponent to confront her.

the girl had never had an argument with a classmate before and her first one would not be over daein.

"i didn't think you were the type to act like that over a person." she folded her arms, turning her body completely towards her and facing her, looking down at her from the height.

"sorry, is just that your girlfriend," she made quotation marks with her fingers as she said that word. "she promises i'm the only person in her eyes and then she goes with you." she didn't know what had led her to say such a thing, but she was tired of keeping quiet, maybe provoking karina could give her answers.

"so it is all about her." she observed.

"why else would you and i have anything to do with each other?" she replied.

unlike volleyball, this time it had been karina's turn to lose. she didn't know how to contradict her, she of all people knew that minjeong wasn't lying when she said that daein looked at her, and she wasn't going to continue a fight over any person. she let out a long sigh,

why wouldn't daein choose her? she was sure sometimes she did, but why couldn't she be the only one?

her eyes wandered away from the shorter one's face and surveyed the place to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but beyond their friends, no one seemed to have noticed the crossing between the two girls. however, when her gaze fell to the floor below she was met with an image that made her approach the railing with haste.

daein was no longer in the same place she had been all night, but was now in the arms of her best friend, jennie, who had forced her to dance with her to get her to change that moody attitude she used to have. karina knew that the interaction probably had no hidden agenda, but she couldn't calm the pang she felt in her chest as she watched daein let the other girl move to the music, rubbing against her body, or as her hands roamed her neck, her arms and her waist. but what made her insides burn the most was the stupid grin that lay on hong's lips.

jimin had kissed her, had cared for her, but that had never made her smile.

"do something." a plea reached her ears from behind, causing her to look over her shoulder to find minjeong standing right behind her, almost glued to her back, watching as well.

"isn't she your best friend?" she inquired even though she knew the answer.

"jennie wouldn't be with daein." she assured and looked karina in the face who was giving her a sidelong glance, one that indicated she wasn't sure if she believed her. "yes, she's my best friend and she would never do that to me." she reiterated, but the girl didn't change her attitude. "which doesn't take away from the fact that i'm jealous." she admitted.

"you're lucky i am too." she confessed. "i wouldn't help you any other way."

"i wouldn't help the girl my girlfriend likes either." she commented casually, her eyes riveted on daein and jennie.

"you know damn well she's not my girlfriend so stop acting like i'm a ridiculous cuckold." she sentenced.

unknowingly, karina had given in to kim's intentions, she had given the information the girl wanted to get. minjeong was extremely smart and the blackhaired seemed to have overlooked it. now she knew that daein hadn't lied to her, that the whole bizarre plan that was so hard to believe was really happening.

karina nodded to her indicating to follow her. "where are you going with top student?" asked her friend giselle as they walked past her.

"if i tell you, you'll get mad." she warned simply.

"minjeong?" called taeyong from behind her, with a worried tone.

"i don't know what's going on either." she informed the boy and continued walking behind karina.

they both walked down the stairs leading to the first floor and with the pianist in the lead they passed through the crowd running past the people blocking their way. appearing out of the sea of people right where daein was standing with her friends, particularly jennie. yu approached the two who were still dancing and wrapped her arms around daein's waist from behind her back, who was startled by the sudden touch and turned around in surprise to look at what was going on.

"hello." murmured the younger girl tenderly as she came face to face with the girl.

"karina don't start-" her reaction was already coming with nuisance, but she fell silent when she saw the redhead only inches behind jimin.

"come dance." the girl tugged her by the waist with just enough force to make her body cut off all contact with jennie's.

"i don't want to dance with you." she pulled away slightly, but was still in the girl's grip.

"not with me." she quickly denied. "with us." she pointed at minjeong, whose face went pale with embarrassment as she realized what yu's plan was.

"are you friends now?" she crossed her arms over her chest molding them to the little space she had.

"we were never enemies." she clarified. "come here." she turned to the girl who was watching everything from the side and grabbed her arm to pull her over to where they were.

"sorry, i know this is weird." the redhead spoke to hong and then leaned down until she was within earshot of jennie. "how low is it to ally myself with karina because she was jealous of you?" she asked with a tone of embarrassment.

"ew." that was her best friend's only response. "just ew." she repeated then turned away and went back to the others.

daein was left alone with both girls who looked at each other in bewilderment as to what the next move was supposed to be, while daein's eyes stayed up, avoiding any contact with them. the first step was taken by the ideator of the situation, starting to move softly to the rhythm of the song playing in the background, throwing a signal to the other to do the same, and the latter, in the absence of certainty, obeyed.

daein felt uncomfortable, which it was obvious would happen to her having to share time with the two girls she least expected to see together, who kept her awake at night going over her bonds with them to try to understand them, to whom she had caused so many emotions, good or bad. faced with such discomfort, she preferred not to make the moment even stranger and after lighting a new cigarette, she started to sway slowly to accompany them. she didn't expect that karina would take this as a reason to get even closer to her and put her hands again on her waist, now dancing together.

minjeong was fighting her shyness and introverted personality, things that were clearly of no concern to someone like yu jimin, and she took daein's trembling eyes that looked at her uncertainly as she danced with the blackhaired as initiative to join them, hugging the older girl's arm and continuing her subtle movements to the music.

it was a competition now, even though they were on the same team. they wanted to know who was closer, who had her more on their side.

karina's hands slowly took course down the older girl's body, roaming her waist, her back, her chest. the contrary didn't take it well and copied her actions, moving her touch up the older's torso. for her part daein had too much weed in her system to think clearly, she was lost in both girls, in her girls. she leaned her head forward allowing the fingers of the two to climb up to the nape of her neck and tangle in her hair. her eyes were closed, her breathing heavy, she held the two in her arms. in the state she was in, she would have let them do whatever they wanted.

karina raised her head until her mouth was at the level of her ear, capturing her earlobe between her teeth and letting it go after giving it a gentle bite, then moving down to her neck and caressing the skin there with her nose.

minjeong brought her palm up to her cheek and drew her to herself with it, using the closeness to leave a trickle of pecks on her face and jaw, while with her thumb she caressed her skin.

maybe if daein were sober she would question why neither of them were restraining themselves, or why they were on good terms with each other, but her brain was completely foggy, so it took her a second to identify when a fourth body appeared behind the girls in her arms. it wasn't until they abruptly both separated from her that she woke up from her trance, looking up to find a guy dancing with them now. she looked at him in disbelief, and tried to narrow her eyes to focus on him better and make sense of his face, but she didn't, she didn't know who he was. the guy had his hands on minjeong and karina's backs, apart from an extremely cheerful smile on his face.

soon he would have daein's fist in his face as well.

daein had gotten into fights a few times in her life, more times she had been attacked over her bad attitude than she had attacked others, but she had experience hitting people. taeyong, for example. the girl lunged at the boy, raising her arm back in the air and gathering power to throw her fist forward to slam it into the guy's face with force.

his body went backwards from the impact and he covered his face where he was hit as if that would ease the pain. he straightened up and looked at the girl angrily, the happy expression he had seconds before seemed to have never existed. with sure and quick steps he returned to daein and hit her back, impacting his knuckles against her cheekbone.

a struggle ensued between the two, with punches and scratches coming and going from the girl. daein was dizzy from the drugs in her system, but that wouldn't make her lose, if anything it helped her not to feel so much pain from the aggressions. in a moment of lucidity she realized she could use her foot to put it between her opponent's and thus knock him down by pushing one of his legs. once he was on his back on the ground, daein sat on top of him, using the advantage to be the one in control, repeatedly punching his face in anger.

"don't touch them again!" she exclaimed before throwing her hand towards him again.

realizing that there was no longer any danger and that the biggest threat was daein, karina approached them both quickly, taking care not to take any damage as she leaned down and wrapped herself around daein's torso and then pulled back, thus forcing her to stand up and away from the boy, restraining her from lunging at him again by placing her hands on her chest. once calmer, daein realized that the entire club had their attention on them.

"i can't believe you got into a fight for us." commented karina in surprise.

the three of them were in the dean's office, sitting in the dark on a little bench against the wall, having just received the reprimand of their lives. of course, daein had taken the brunt of it and had only been spared expulsion for sneaking off to a party and getting into a fight because her father would be talking to the director tomorrow,

which meant he would give him a large sum of money to keep his daughter there.

the same could not be said about the other guy who thought it was a good idea to hit a girl.

meanwhile, karina and minjeong had received the same punishment as the rest of their classmates for going out without permission, which was the cancellation of their breaks for a month, which to jimin seemed like the end of the world, but to the other girl it meant nothing.

"are you okay?" minjeong looked at daein uneasily and put her hand on hers to try to comfort her.

daein nodded wordlessly.

"that was very hot of you." the pianist added as if it would make the situation less terrible.

"karina." her classmate called out to her, looking at her in disbelief. "let's not celebrate that she got into a fight." she shook her head.

"oh please don't tell me it wasn't." she reproached her. "that whole 'don't touch them again' thing was something." she recalled daein's words.

"i can't believe you're serious." she groaned at the things she said.

"can you two stop?" daein uttered word for the first time in hours. "watching you two interact gives me migraine."

"and to think this moody being is our love interest, huh?" she patted kim's arm to go along with her joke.

"is she always like this?" the redhead asked daein. "or does she ever take anything seriously?" the older girl shook her head negatively.

"we should go to sleep." the older one proposed.

"you have to heal those wounds first." ordered kim.

"you look like a tomato." jimin pointed out, earning another judging look from the other two. "an attractive tomato." she added.

"i'm going with minjeong." announced the oldest, causing the named one to be pleasantly surprised as yu opened her mouth to whine.

"is it because i called you a tomato?" she inquired with an exaggeratedly sad tone.

they both got up to start on their way to their rooms, their backs to jimin who still didn't move. daein stopped in her tracks and turned to her, looking at her hesitantly for a few seconds until she decided to walk over, lean above her and leave a kiss on her forehead. "rest."

"you too." she gave her cheek a short caress.

"pick a side." demanded the redhead from behind watching the whole scene.

"hold still." she demanded as she swiped a cotton ball with saline solution on it.

"it hurts." she whined, pulling her face a little away from the girl's hands before she pressed on any wounds again.

"it hurts now." she observed. "when you were at blows with a guy in front of everyone it didn't hurt." she nagged at her.

"hey, i did it protecting you." she defended herself. "i didn't like the way he touched you." she put her hands on the girl's waist.

"protecting us." she corrected. "you did it for karina too." she removed her grip from her body and continued to heal the marks on her face.

"he messed with both of you." she explained. "i wouldn't allow it with anyone."

minjeong said nothing and proceeded to wet another cotton ball to bring it to daein's face, where she swiped it across the scrape under her right eye, making daein hiss from the pain at the contact. the oldest raised her arm and pushed the girl's hand with it, removing it from her face, leaving nothing between them. she again held her opponent's hips firmly so that this time she would not remove it and drew her even closer than she already was.

"you know i like you, don't you?" daein reminded in a whisper, loud enough for only her to hear, as if there was someone else in the room.

"your actions and your words never match." she leaned her weight on the contrary's shoulders, they were so close that just by moving her head forward their noses would brush.

"then let me act on my words."

daein brought her touch up to minjeong's face, cupping her cheeks and pulling her to her lips, thus trapping her in a slow, tentative, careful kiss. it was more of a caress, a cuddle between their mouths. minjeong strengthened her grip on the older one by exerting pressure, trying to suppress the curious sensations stirring in her stomach.

hong's thumbs were tenderly roaming over the younger girl's skin, as if she was afraid of touching hard and breaking her. daein's inner difference, the violence of a few hours ago and the affection that now blossomed in her. their lips moved to the rhythm of absolute silence, to the sound of an imaginary melody, perfectly coordinated as if they had been lifelong dance partners.

but minjeong pushed daein by the shoulders and broke the kiss, pulling away abruptly as she caught her breath.

"what happened?" worried daein in a thread of a voice so subtle the redhead thought she never heard.

"you." she nudged her gently so as not to hurt her. "you're high." she reminded. "and i like you." admitted. "a lot." she clarified. "but not like this." she shook her head in denial. "not when you do it because of the substances in your system and not because you really feel it."

"but i do feel it." she assured standing up with a frustrated attitude. "you know i really do."

"but a kiss from you in this state is worthless." she began to gather her things. "in this state you would kiss any girl to fill your emotional deficiencies." she headed for the door.

"minjeong." she ran after her to hold her arm and make her turn to face her. "that's not true." she asserted, her demeanor drooping.

"if we hadn't stopped you today you would have tried to kiss jennie." she accused. "and i know that, i'm sure of it." she wouldn't cry in front of her, but she wanted to. "because when you're like this you don't care if you feel anything or not, you just want attention, someone to love you for a few seconds." she put her hand on daein's chest. "i can love you, but properly." proposed, her eyes filled with something that looked like illusion. "not like this, not like another one of your girls who fill the emptiness you feel." she let out a long sigh and receiving no response from daein, she left the room.

(!)

— taglist [OPEN] : @yoontoonwhs @hwm1hyun @jisooftme @gornoi @linnnsworld @xen248 @rinapomu @myouiiiiiiii @blaymine @chaewoni3 @aliceiwk @gfriendsapple @sewiouslyz @multiliker @cwpiqwon @pandafuriosa60 @gtfoiydlyj

[thehypnone]

Symbol on the Surface Chapter 22

WC: 750

Relationship: SwissAlps & the kits

Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Tiny Bit of Hurt, Then Comfort; Fluff

Notes: Look at the babies!!! Drawn by @arkeusruin <3

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 22 under the cut or on AO3.

It’s no more than a blink of an eye before the kits are two months old.

Swiss wants to cheer; and deep down he is cheering, but…outside he’s a mess.

“I–I love them so m–much,” he cries into Mountain’s shoulder, using it as a muffler so as not to wake their sleeping children up, “but they’re so loud and I’m so tired and–and my tits huuurt…”

“Oh, my heart,” the earth ghoul sighs. It doesn’t feel right to chuckle, even if only to lighten the mood, as he knows how genuine Swiss is being. He’s also exhausted, though not nearly as much as his mate. And there’s the matter of aching boobs, so he rubs his back comfortingly, instead. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t–don’t want them to grow up, but…I’m just tired, Mounty,” he whines.

“I understand,” the other says. “Is there anything I can do?”

Swiss grumbles and slumps over a little, leaning more into his mate as he considers the question thoroughly. Seconds pass and the multi ghoul definitely does not nearly fall asleep listening to Mountain’s heartbeat.

“A kiss might help a little…” Swiss says quietly, with a small smirk crawling onto his face. Mountain smiles at that, too, before twisting his neck to give his mate a kiss, indeed. The multi ghoul melts into it and pushes forward, all but begging for more, but then–

A quiet whine interrupts them, followed by a louder one, then two more, and then the wail of three sleepy and hungry kits. Mountain sighs and Swiss chokes out a dry sob, but they get up right away and put on bright—and only half fake—smiles before turning to their babies.

The multi ghoul picks up Amon and Mountain grabs his sisters. All three keep squirming and wailing—still highly displeased, but at least less so in their dads’ arms.

“One moment, my little loves,” the earth ghoul attempts to comfort them, but it only makes them all start truly screaming. Swiss and Mountain cringe.

The former uses his one free hand to open his shirt before bringing Amon to his chest; letting him feed just enough that he’s calm and his sisters can have a turn. When that happens the girls get on Swiss and all three keep suckling on him in turn as Mountain sits by and helps the multi ghoul keep them relatively still.

When they’re full, Arya, Amon, and Aelin get placed back in their crib and their dads take a moment to stare at and admire them, as they like to do whenever possible. Like Swiss has said; they don’t want their babies to grow up, but they will, so at the very least the earth and multi ghouls want to keep everything to memory.

The kits have lost most of their fluff already; it remains only on their heads and the tip of Amon’s tail. His and Arya’s hair is quite textured—closer to Swiss’ than Mountains. Aelin’s is quite sleek, like her earth ghoul dad’s, but its color is bluish black. With the order in which they’re now laying—Amon, Arya, Aelin—it looks as if Swiss has run out of ink; the boy’s skin is nearly as dark as Swiss’, while Aelin, because she’s a water ghoulette, is paler than Mountain.

After their dinner, the kits usually get sleepy, but sometimes—like today—they start whining and squirming once again. Mountain and Swiss sigh and pick Aelin and Arya up first, leaving Amon, who has actually fallen asleep already. The parents put the girls against their shoulders and pat their backs while rocking back and forth to burp them.

“It’s not working,” Swiss whispers, then chuckles—a little maniacally. “If they don’t burp and calm down soon I might just completely lose it.”

The earth ghoul furrows his eyebrows in worry, knowing his mate is not exactly exaggerating. He moves closer to him and wraps his tail around Swiss’ in an attempt to comfort him some.

And then…

Then, Arya lets out the loudest, rumbliest burp of all time, all but startling Swiss and Mountain. Aelin follows, truly stunning them with how such a small creature can make this kind of noise.

“That was, uh…some grown ass man burps,” Mountain says, holding back laughter as the multi ghoul stares at the girls in nothing short of horror. Aelin and Arya toot and coo before yawning and settling—finally comfortable and satiated.

Swiss starts giggling, “Definitely my daughters.”

Taglist: @arkeusruin @skele-bunny @everybodyshusband @ratsummer @jazz-bazz @mac-and-thefox @karmicbias @wine-irytatus @ghoultrifle (if anyone from here wants to be removed lmk, and also if anyone else wants to be added)

[sturniololuvz]

heyy girl can you do one where sturniolos sister is like 3-4 and has separation anxiety for the triplets?

awww , yess!

“Too Little to Let Go”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : crying

The morning had started out rough. Three-year-old Y/N had barely opened her eyes before she clung to Matt’s hoodie, refusing to let go. The triplets had a busy day ahead—meetings, filming, and errands—so they had made the tough decision to drop her off at daycare just for a few hours.

But Y/N? She was not having it.

The second they strapped her into her car seat, the wailing began.

“NOOOO! I don’t wanna go!” Y/N sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she kicked her tiny legs.

Nick sighed from the passenger seat, rubbing his temples. “Dude, we haven’t even left the driveway yet.”

Chris turned around from the driver’s seat, trying to reason with her. “Y/N, it’s just for a little bit! You’re gonna play with toys, meet new friends—”

“NO FRIENDS! ONLY YOU!” she screamed, flailing her arms.

Matt, sitting next to her, tried to pat her back. “It’s gonna be okay, bug—”

SMACK!

Y/N slapped his hand away, face red and blotchy from all the crying.

Nick burst out laughing. “Yo, she just rocked Matt.”

“It’s NOT funny!” Matt groaned, rubbing his arm.

The entire drive was chaos. Y/N wailed the whole way there, hiccupping between cries as the triplets tried—and failed—to soothe her. When they finally pulled up to the daycare, her grip on Matt’s sleeve tightened like a vice.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s go,” Chris said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“NOOOO!” She kicked wildly, hitting both Matt and Nick as they tried to get her out of the seat.

“Ow—dude, she’s strong for a toddler,” Nick muttered, dodging another tiny fist.

After several minutes of struggling, they somehow managed to carry her inside, but the second they stepped through the doors, Y/N lost it.

“NOOOOO! DON’T LEAVE MEEE!” she screeched, tears streaming down her face. She arched her back, wiggling like a fish out of water in Matt’s arms.

Every single person in the daycare turned to stare.

“Uh…” Chris shifted awkwardly. “This is bad.”

Nick glanced at the front desk, where a daycare worker was giving them a hesitant smile. “Sooo, about dropping her off…”

Matt winced as Y/N grabbed onto his hoodie collar in a death grip. “I don’t think it’s happening.”

Y/N’s cries only grew louder.

“ALRIGHT, WE’RE DONE!” Nick blurted, spinning on his heel. “Abort mission!”

Within seconds, they rushed back to the car, plopping Y/N into her seat. The second she realized she wasn’t being left behind, her sobs slowed to sniffles.

Chris turned to her, hands on his hips. “You little manipulator, you knew we weren’t gonna leave you, huh?”

Y/N sniffled, rubbing her eyes. “No daycare?”

Matt sighed, shaking his head. “No daycare.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“McDonald’s?” Y/N asked innocently, batting her wet lashes.

Nick groaned. “Oh my god, you’re literally a menace.”

Chris snickered, starting the car. “Fine, we’ll get McDonald’s. But you owe us, little girl.”

Y/N giggled, her tantrum completely forgotten as they drove off—daycare long behind them.

[star-lights-up]

i just keep thinking like... cherik romcom aus. just the fluffiest romcoms out there, but cherik.

and then i rewatched while you were sleeping, my all time favorite romcom, and realized that cherik would actually do great with a borderline creepy, chaotic premise. Because what are they if not chaotic and filled with longing stares.

I give you:

Erik's mom passed away two years ago, leaving him working at the train station in chicago. He is desperately lonely, though he'll never admit it.

One day, on christmas, when he's the only one working, a woman comes through his booth just like usual, but then some dudes instigate a bit of a fight and, well, she gets pushed onto the train tracks.

He jumps down and drags her out of the way of the train just in time, and she's rushed to the hospital, where it's discovered that she's in a coma.

He's not allowed in to see her, because he's not family, so one of the nurses tells the doctor that he's her fiance. Because who's going to care?

And then this big family comes into the hospital room -- it's mostly teenagers and young adults, it seems, though there's one older man who seems to be in charge of the group. Erik, promptly, gets introduced by the doctor as the woman (who turns out to be named "raven")'s fiance. All hell breaks loose, and somehow he can't manage to tell the family that it's not true.

They invite him over for a christmas re-do the next time they see him. He explains that he's jewish. They tell him to come anyways, they want to get to know him, maybe he can tell them a bit about his own holiday traditions, since he's going to be a part of the family and they'll "probably end up adopting them too!" as the jovial older man, oliver, says. (that's the "guy in black suit" that never gets a name in first class)

So Erik goes. And gosh, there's a lot of people in this family: Alex and Hank and Sean and Angel and Darwin and Moira and someone named Charles who hasn't shown up yet. And it turns out they're this kind of cobbled-together, adopted, found family that Erik, well... he kind of fits into. And he hasn't fit into anything for so long. It's nice.

And then, of course, he meets Charles. And charles is a pain in the ass. He interrogates him about whether or not he's really raven's fiance.... which, he isn't, so technically that's fair, but it still gets incredibly annoying.

And then somewhere along the way, their arguing turns into talking, which turns into erik considering Charles as a maybe-kinda-sorta friend, which turns into erik realizing, oh, shit, he's fallen for Charles.

His fake fiance's brother. Who thinks that he's his sister's fiance.

Erik's about to come clean when Raven wakes up. She immediately calls him on his bullshit, leading to the most awkward explanation of his life.... but the family welcomes him back with open arms.

"You're stuck with us, now." Charles whispers, elbowing him in the side as they get more info from raven's doctor about her recovery.

Slowly, Erik works up the courage to ask Charles out. Charles accepts. They have a whirlwind romance and get married after four months. They bicker and flirt and are an insufferably domestic and happy couple. They have twins through surrogacy -- and they name the baby girl "wanda" after the nurse who told the doctors erik was raven's fiance and caused their meeting. They live happily ever after, the end.

i ended up cutting the creepiness out of this 😂 no erik crushing super hard on raven in the beginning like lucy and peter.

[darkchaosreptile]

A game of hearts

I wrote this sloppy and fast. Now I have five hours to sleep. Was it worth it?

Krel had spent all morning listening to Aja talk about Steve. Steve this, and Steve that, she told Vex about her date with the Palchuck the other delson and even got advice from the Blanks! So when Steve stopped by early to walk with them to the schoolhouse, Krel was sick of it.

"Don't either of you have a personality outside of your dating lives? Aye yi yi. I would've at least thought you were better than this Aja."

Aja didn't seem to mind her brother's comment. Instead she laughed, and put her hand on Steve's, which was on her shoulders.

"He's a part of my life little brother. Besides this is normal for a 'teenage girl'. I thought blending in was important?"

Steve, confused as he usually was, immediately went to defend his infatuation with his girlfriend.

"You're just jealous because you can't get a girlfriend, buttsnack. You know cause your brother can't flirt?"

Steve said the last part to Aja, consistently looking for her approval. It made Krel roll his eyes. Of course just because he wasn't interested in romance everyone assumed he wasn't good at it. Go figure.

"I'll have you know if I wanted one I'd have one. And she would be happy. Ugh. But have her own life. Won't you two ever get off of eachother?"

Krel was more than happy to hear the first bell ring. He was very thankful to be in the honors math class now. I mean he'd appreciated Ms. Janeth noticing his genius before, but he was definitely going to thank her now. He split away from his sister and her annoying new boy toy and beelined to where he knew to be.

--------------------

Math was unfufilling per the usual, even if slightly more difficult than the normal mush they teach in the actual math class. Krel was on his own for now. He had a seperate English period than Aja and wouldn't see her until lunchtime. He went down the hall, his path memorized.

"Oh hey that's the guy that didn't do a volcano. Good to see someone with some originality."

A passing human girl commented on him to her companion as they passed him. Then Krel had an idea. He might not be interested but he could still prove that he had game.

"Oh ho! I may be intellectually ahead with my sciences, but even I must defer to the greats when I say, 'surely the angels must take after you?'"

Krel's compliment immediately earned him a small blush from the girl in question who, unable to reply, walked faster, whispering and giggling to her friend. Oh yes, he was good at this. Krel liked this game. Maybe he should play more often.

[ladydaybreaker]

I can see both Nori and Khan being a little wary and cold at first, again like Kalpea said...she did die by DD nanite acid. It's also worry on Khan's end of "This is a predator of my kind and is dating my daughter, my only child. What if he hurts her?" (Yes I am aware Uzi can take care of herself, bite me he's a dad he's gonna worry even if Nori doesn't...which I do feel she would).

I do not see them being cruel to him or Uzi about this.

They both see how happy Uzi is around N. How he brings out the best in her and she in him (and sometimes the worst but eh, that's couple things and Uzi's already a gremlin 'corrupting' him). So I don't think they'll be awful about it.

I do however see both of them giving the kids absolute hell about it. "When's the wedding?" "MOM!" "I want grandkids!" or "I want her back by 10:30." "DAAAAD!" "Hmmm nah, 9:00." or "Open door while he's here kiddo, we're too old to be a grandparents." "UGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

They absolutely would screw with their daughter and N's either confused by all of it or he's blushing like crazy (he grew up in a human household I am very sure he knows all the teenage movie campy stuff. His owner/friend/mother/sister was Tessa. And you cannot convince me that girl did not have movie nights or reading nights with the quartet that had some of those sappy teenage drama stories ("Oh Beauregard you beast! My ungloved hand!" from her concept art.)

Edit: Khan and Nori absolutely would do the "shotgun dad" talk with N about dating their daughter while Uzi is screeching in the background. Could they take the boy on? Maybe. I'm convinced that other than Uzi the one in that bunker who could probably take on a DD just by stuff built is Khan.

One of my least favorite post-series fan things people make is depicting Nori and/or Khan as mean and hateful towards N, and chastising Uzi for dating him. It does Nori and Khan SO DIRTY, undermining their character growths, and core positive themes in the story about change and overcoming trauma. Uzi has rightfully earned her happiness, and N more than proved himself to be worthy of sharing happiness with Uzi. Why would Nori--after thinking she ruined Uzi's life so bad she'd be better off without her--come back into Uzi's life now just to try to ruin it again? What a cruel way to characterize Nori. She deserves way better.

⠀

[katsu-punk]

This is so incredibly niche I’m sorry… but Marauders Modern Goth Dive Bar AU?? Anyone??

(fun fact: both of their outfits are based on things I’ve worn to my local goth club)

Pretty please accept my contribution to the marauders era fandom 🙏

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 44

PREV

The flight up to New York is a pleasant one.

The time in the airport itself had been less pleasant. Matt, as it turns out, is a firm believer in arriving with just enough time to check a bag, get through security, and get to the gate. He had claimed up, down, left, and right that he had it down to a science.

No matter how many times Smith had wondered about the scientific rigor of this 'science' he still kept it to himself. There was no need for Smith to voice his uncertainty with this plan because Kevin well and truly had it covered.

"You're giving us only an hour to check bags, get through security, and get to our gate?!" Kevin demands.

"Kevin, if you wanted to be there earlier then you could have asked Andrew to give yo a ride." Matt says. "We'll be fine."

"You know what Neil and Andrew get like when they have a long roadtrip ahead of them." Kevin argues.

"All lovey-dovey?" Nicky asks as Aaron makes a gagging sound.

"No, well yes, but no they always stop and buy all of the worst food too." Kevin reminds. "I'm just concerned about us missing our flight! We have barely enough time!" Kevin huffs crossing his arms.

"You're wrong anyways." Aaron says idly as he continues to text with Katelyn.

"How am I wrong?!" Kevin demands.

"We also have to park within that hour that Matt has left us with." Aaron says looking up from his phone.

"Matt!" Kevin squawks.

"It'll be fine." Matt reassures for the 2nd time.

"We all have checked bags!" Kevin exclaims, "What if we miss our flight?!" he wails.

"It'll be fine!" Matt repeats.

"No it won't!" Kevin exclaims.

---

It was fine.

The only real delays they met were at security.

Smith prided himself on being efficient in the security line. He has his watch off, his phone and ID secured in a zipped jacket pocket, his backpack and electronics in separate trays, and his shoes ready to be slipped off.

So he was shamed to have been the cause of the first delay when the TSA agent wouldn't wave Smith through the metal detector since she didn't realize he was there. That had been a whole anxiety attack and a half as the line had formed up behind him all wondering what the hold-up was.

Finally she seemed to startle as she realized that Smith had been standing there waiting and waved him through.

The other delay was that Kevin got patted down after he had forgotten to empty his 'emergency' water bottle.

It was probably for the best that they didn't have to be in the airport for that long. Every announcement that it was very important to not leave your bag unattended made him worry that with every blink somehow someone had slipped a bomb into his backpack.

While it was on his back.

As he was running with the rest of his friends to their gate.

"It just had to be the gate on the other end of the terminal." Aaron huffs.

"It would have been 100% perfect if someone hadn't left their water bottle in their bag despite the, let me check, 3,820 signs that said remove all liquids from your carry-ons!" Matt says as they continues to run.

"I said I forgot!" Kevin yells back from his spot at the front of the pack. Smith was under the distinct impression that Kevin was keeping pace with them since he had seen the Striker move much faster on the court and during warm-ups.

"We could have forgiven that!" Nicky pants, "Why did you have to slam the whole thing to prove that it was 'just water'?" he asks.

"Because I wanted to prove I wasn't a national security threat!" Kevin says. "I'll be going to the Olympics in a couple years and I can't have that on my record." he continues as he rounds a corner.

"What record?!" Smith asks suddenly worried that there was a record.

"Smithy, there's no record Kevin's just an idiot. An idiot who got patted down, tested for explosives, and had his carry-on searched." Nicky huffs.

"You don't know that there's not a record! The record everything nowadays!" Kevin huffs and their gate is in sight.

"Kevin, just shut up!" Aaron exclaims as they reach the line for their flight.

"Wait why aren't any of you getting shitty with Smiths?!" Kevin asks.

"His delay was like a minute and more importantly NOT HIS FAULT!" Nicky defends.

"He should have just walked through!" Kevin argues.

"Oh it's fine if he gets a record but not you?!" Aaron asks.

"So there is a record?!" Smith asks again.

They reach the line and the largely empty area around their gate is more than enough evidence that this was the final boarding. Smith breathed a sigh of relief as he took his place in line behind Nicky.

"The lines pretty slow, I'm going to go get a water." Kevin says and before any of them can say anything he is off towards a busy looking Newsweek store.

"I cannot believe him." Aaron huffs.

"All that water he just drank and is about to drink? He has lost window seat privileges." Matt pants wiping sweat from his brow.

"Agreed." Nicky says.

Smith laughed between panting breaths. His stomach hurt a bit from the stress of running but it was fine.

They get on the plane without Kevin and head to their seats. Most of the overhead storage is taken up at this point but Smith slides his bag under the middle seat in front of him after Matt

In the end, Kevin barely made it onto the plane in time since he got caught up in deciding on water. "You're in my seat." Kevin says as the only man not yet seated.

"I am not about to spend this flight getting up every 2 minutes because you have to pee." Matt says, "Abby didn't used to need to take all those pitstops when we're on the bus." Matt adds.

"I hate the aisle, the cart could hit my legs." Kevin argues.

"Then you can sit in the middle if Smith's willing to move." Matt says.

"You can have the middle Kevin." Smith offers actually preferring the aisle seat since then he doesn't have to ask anyone to move for him.

"I hate the middle seat, there is no room." Kevin crosses his arms.

"Smith is like only 3 inches shorter than you and he's not complaining." Matt continues.

"It's an important 3 inches."

"I bet it is."

"Nicky, are you serious?"

"What?!"

"There is an uninvolved member of the public, right there."

"He's wearing headphones it's fine!"

---

It's fine.

Eventually Kevin takes the middle seat if for no other reason than Matt stubbornly pretends to go to sleep but absolutely does not want the aisle seat either.

Smith gives it up and ends up with his own preferred seat while Kevin pointedly takes both of the arm rests, as is his right. The plane ride progresses smoothly from there. Smith has always liked flying. There is always a sense that the second that he gets onto the plane and the door closes he has absolutely zero control over what happens afterwards.

That is a nice comfort.

He pays attention to the safety briefing, finds his nearest exit, and that he should secure the bag over his own face before securing it on Kevin's.

He puts his headphones on and tries not to think about the anxiety of meeting the 'girls'.

He has heard much about the 'girls'.

Allison Reynolds. Allison was someone who's legacy existed even outside of the team. Smith didn't know much about fashion but a Reynolds bet remained a solid practice within Palmetto. She was, undeniably, absolutely gorgeous and if Kevin was to be believed 'kind of a bitch'. Nicky had swatted his arm but had said that it was not entirely inaccurate but like 'in the best way'.

Dan Wilds. He met Dan. Dan was nice. Also, if Matt was to be believed, the best human to ever walk the planet earth. The reason the sun rose in the east and set in the west. The gravitational pull that held the universe together. If Andrew is to be believed, she's fine.

Renee Walker. Renee was the one who taught Andrew how to use knives. His friend has talked warmly of her, in the way that Andrew talks warmly about anyone which is mentioning them at all. She was the one that Smith was the most anxious about meeting.

Kevin turns his nose up at the ginger ale that Smith gets but he's allowed these now per his actual doctors orders.

1 hour left until arriving at JFK.

He hopes this ginger ale is enough to calm his stomach since he's still not allowed Pepto.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

NEXT

[moeblob]

Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."

[brionysea]

when max is depressed we know something's wrong because lucas says with his words that he knows something's wrong but when mike is depressed we don't think anything of it because will's right next to him rolling his eyes about how stupid straight people are

[somnas-writes]

I feel like the High Fae in acotar should’ve looked a little weirder (limbs too long/too thin, eyes too bright, facial features too sharp/perfect etc).

And the high fae are so convinced that everyone wants them when in reality, nobody really does. When Human Feyre falls in love with Tamlin, all her ‘lesser’ fae friends are like “Girl… for real?”

And when the Archeron sisters are all turned into fae, they retain some intrinsic humanity to their appearance. So they’re just the right balance of Human and High Fae.

Feyre still finds herself getting unsettled looking at the high fae too long. when she talks to other fae, to her, they’re human in a way.

Anyways feyre should’ve been anti-class system and hung out with the other fae groups more. She’s a people person get her out into the community.

[chizukao]

new shipcest ocs!!! the one on the left is nini (nina) and the one on the right is rina (sabrina).

theyre twins in highschool. nini is older and outgoing. rina is younger and more serious. both are magical girls, though nini is good and rina is evil (for some valid reason that i havent thought of yet). they constantly have a gay rivalry thing going on as magical girls, though they don't know each other's real identities.

nini is like. super cutesy-core and loves hanging out with her friends at the mall and taking photos together and doing makeup. rina is more studious and focused on school, but she has a soft spot for nini and will sometimes allow herself to be roped into hanging out.

idk what their Deal is yet exactly (outside of being magical girls), but once i do i shall share it here :>

[spinnysocks]

vita shows me a stick :]

[tariah23]

That “things I’m not afraid to admit as a black person,” trend going around needs to die off like, immediately bro.