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bl--ankhaeji · 4 years

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It all started with a washer(Taeyong)

Pairing - Fashion Design student*TaeyongXCeramics student*Reader

Genre - fluff, slight angst (if you blink it’s gone), slight enemies to lovers(again blink and you miss it), friends to lover, college au, tutor*Taeyong

Warning/AN - learning disabilities and mentions of shitty parenting, also really abrupt ending cause I had no idea how to end so im sorreh (unedited not like any of my shit is though)

W.Count - 2253

The way you met Taeyong was pretty hectic

It was 2 a.m. and you both were in the laundry room on the 4th floor of the apartment building

Surprisingly you two weren’t the only ones who needed a late night laundry run

That shit was PACKED

Well as packed as a laundry room that only has three washers and three dryers can get

You had to wait in a short line to be able to even get a washer even though all you had to wash were your clothes from the previous week

You had just enough washing powder left to wash the little clothes you had

You really just wanted to do your laundry go back to your room open a bottle of cheap wine and drink away the pain you had from your Chemistry exam that you’re pretty sure you failed earlier that day or should you say yesterday

*Le Gasp* Finally a washer is open

You rush to get there before it’s taken only to make there at the same time as some boy

You both immediately turn toward each other to look at the person who dared to steal the washer you so rightfully deserve

“This washer’s mine”

“This is my washer”

You both managed to say at the same time only to pull equally incredulous looks at each other

“I got here first” You both exclaim at the same time and that was like the spark that lit the fire

Not the love fire but like a hate fire lol

A stared down like no other between you two fighting for the washer soon commenced and it looked like neither of you were backing down

You both stood there and glared at each other’s face until a whole new washer became open

The boy saw it and walked to go to that one instead of the one being stolen from him by some girl who looked about as ruff as his scalp is

Please pray for TaeTae’s scalp...ok

Only for the washer to get taken by some kid

His only choice was to go back to his old washer

Once you saw the boy coming back you immediately closed the lid on the washer and turned to look at him with a humph

“Too late this washer’s taken by its rightful owner”

If that didn’t irk him in the worst way then nothing did

That slightly reminded him of his little brother’s annoying friend, what's his name...Doeyuck…

“Look ok I just need to wash my clothes so that I can go to my room and splurge on the possibly life threatening amount of sweets I just bought as a reward for passing my Chemistry exam. Can you please just let me share the washer with you?”

You started to consider letting him use the washer with you then you realize what he said….HE HAS SWEETS and he passed the chemistry exam, but HE HAS SWEETS

“Ok, I’ll let you use it but only if I get to have my pick at two sweets or if it’s candy then one handful. Do we have a deal?”

You could see the pout form on his lips only be offset by a slow nod of agreement to which you rejoiced with a quick Yes and opened the lid

When the clothes finished you both realized that meant that you would also have to share a dryer to which you both looked at each other and raised your shoulders

Even though you both still weren’t on the best of terms you still tolerated each other for the sake of your clothing

Later that night after you have taken your pick of treats from the boy whose name you still didn’t know you retreated to you couch with your wine bottle in one hand and the tv remote in the other

When it’s the next week and you’re in your Chemistry class your teacher passes out the tests

To which you can see and confirm that you indeed did fail it

BADLY

Your teacher asks you to stay back once class is over to discuss something with you

She recommends you a tutor by the name of Lee Taeyong

Says he has the highest grades in her class

At first you decline until she tells you that you might not be able to pass this semester if you don’t get help

You begrudgingly agree to meet this tAeYoNg tomorrow in the upstairs private library room

The dreaded meetup is finally here and you walk into the room with anxiety threatening to bubble over to see

“WASHER STEALING SWEETS BOY”

You walk over to the startled boy and see that he has irritation written all over his face “Please don’t tell my you’re the girl I’m tutoring”

“Yup That’s Me”

He starts to regret his life choices and wonder ‘Why Me’

He gets started on the tutoring only to realize that you...really don't know anything

If your lost look said anything

“Do you even pay attention at all in class”

“I mean I do but its it just it...I don’t know. This is stupid. I’m stupid. I don’t know why I agreed to this tutoring bullshit. I don’t need help.”

You hastily get up and leave feeling as if you just made a fool of yourself

You walk into your apartment with fresh clay you just got from your class and go into your safe place

Your home pottery room

Preparing your space and getting everything ready you press play on your music, wet your hands, and start moulding the clay

You’re pretty deep into what you’re doing to the point where you don’t hear the banging on your door

Once you do it startles you and you almost mess up your creation

You wash your hands and go to answer the door to see Taeyong

He’s staring at you like something is wrong and you look down to see that you’re covered in both dry and wet clay

“What do you want?”

“I’m here to ask why you walked out like that.” He says with a pretty serious look on his face

“I already said it. I don’t need help, I can pass the class on my own.”

He holds up your most recent test only to spread his fingers out and it's every test you've taken and you either failed it or were pretty close, “Does this look like you don’t need help.”

“You can’t help someone stupid Taeyong.”

With annoyance splayed on his face he steps into the apartment and sits his stuff on the couch

“Why do you think that?”

“Cause I am, now can you please leave I was doing something.”

He refuses to leave until you explain to him

You think ‘Fuck It’ and you start to tell him

You major in ceramics but there’s a special love for pottery

It helps to calm your mind...you love it..you’re amazing at it

But that was never enough for your parents who ridiculed and criticized you every chance they got

You have both dyslexia and dyscalculia

Your parents who were both renowned scientists couldn't believe they managed to birth a stupid baby

The only way you were able to get into university was because of ceramics but your parents didn't care

To them you were still dumb no matter what

“So that’s why I’m stupid. There’s no use in trying to teach me, you would be wasting your time”

You looked to Taeyong thinking you would see a disgusted face but you only saw one of sympathy and determination

“I’ve taught someone with dyslexia before but not dyscalculia. I will not leave you behind because y/n you’re not stupid. Regardless of what your parents and others have told you.”

After that you didn't see him for a few days and then one night when you were about to head to bed

BAMM

There he was at your door looking like a lunatic

“I’ve got it.”

After that you and TaeTae(that’s what you call him now) spent every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and sometimes Sunday together

And to say that spending that much time together didn’t have an affect on how you felt about each other would be a fucking lie

Soon you started to anticipate the days you got to study with him or the time you two would pass each other in the halls

It would make you feel giddy inside

Like you were in a shaken up pop can and when you would see him you would combust

But would you ever tell him that. Fuck No

Sometimes the studying would either take place at his or your apartment

To say that after study sessions you wouldn’t sit and watch movies the rest of the night and slick(not slick) cuddle would also be a lie

It’s to the point where you have clothes at each other’s house

You also may or may not have a key to each other’s apartment

Even though you both still irked the fuck out of each other sometimes this tutor and tutoree realtionship had transformed into somethin beautiful

It was getting close to your next Chemistry exam and you were stressing

Soon enough you had two days to go and you were TERRIFIED

Taeyong kept trying to tell you that you were gonna do fine but you didn’t believe him

Your fears were coming back full force

You had been doing good turning in little side assignments with no problem but this is your first test since tutoring and

You really didn’t wanna let TaeTae down

“You won’t let me down. I promise”

“You don’t know that. Like I don’t know, I can know everything on there but when it’s in front of my face I just….blank and everything gets jumbled and I get confused and I just give up.”

“Look if you take the test and pass...I have a surprise for you, ok?”

“What surprise?”

He just gets up and walks out of the apartment

It’s like the two days just flew by and next thing you know the test is right in front of you and you’re looking at it and

YOU UNDERSTAND

Even though you’re one of the last to finish you probably feel the most confident

When you and Tae meet up the day after you guys are chillin in his apartment eating the food you just got delivered

“Sooo since I'm close with our Chemistry teacher she let me see the grades before she put them out.”

“Really??!! What’d I make?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this…”

Taeyong was gonna pull a trick on you but seeing your face fall and the tears build up he couldn’t go through with it

“Noo I’m just playing please don’t cry. You passed, you passed I promise.”

When you hear those words you immediately start to beat his ass..literally you start to spank him

“Why would you do that to me. Do you know how sad I got, I almost cried!!”

He kept trying to apologize but you kept hitting him so he did something to stop you

He kissed you

The feeling of Taeyong’s lips on yours was euphoric

Even with the taste of the takeout on his lips his kiss was still intoxicating

Luckily he pulled back before you could slip too far

You unknowingly chased after his lips after he pulled away, wanting more

“I didn’t plan on saying it this way but yea that was the surprise. I like you y/n. I like you a lot.”

You took a good look at Taeyong’s face to see an unnoticeable blush spread across his cheeks

Que the Fangirl

“AHHH you’re so cuteeee. I can finally say that now without feeling like I’ll make things awkward.”

Also que confused Tae

“Wait so you like me too?”

Uhh duh

So I was gonna stop here butttttt Why don’t I give yall a lil more fluff shall we

Immediately start dating after the confession

Istg you guys are the cutests little shits ever

It’s disgusting

Study dates [check]

Cuddle buddies[check]

Hella pottery dates[FUCKIN CHECK]

You and Tae already stay up all hours of the damn night so why not teach him how to mould a little

“Oooo are you gonna do the little backhug hand guiding thing they do in the movies.”*insert winky face*

You do the making he does the designing

Did I mention that he’s a fashion design major

Him and his best friend Johnny revamp your entire wardrobe because and I quote ‘As the top fashion design student I will not be caught dead letting my girlfriend walk around looking anything less than Fabulous’ and ‘Who says you’re the top student but anyways you didn’t pass Johnny’s Fashion Evaluation...not my problem’

Oh and better believe he has the couples outfits on LOCK

“This passes the Evaluation”

He makes little cup holders and coasters for the cups you make

For your first christmas together Tae makes you a ceramic necklace with the date you guys started dating thanks to the help from your best friend Yuta who specializes in metal ceramics

You knit him a scarf out of you guys favorite colors

The blush you made cross his face when you wrapped it around his neck and used it to pull him into a kiss was totally worth the plenty times you caught a hand cramp trying to make that scarf

“We’re under the mistletoe.” *insert smirky y/n*

AHHHH I can’t deal

But yea that’s it for you and TaeTae’s relationship

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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years

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Chapter 5: A Good Night to Die

A HEROES Fanfiction Angel Before the Fall Series By: Allyssa J. Watkins

“I am going to kill Sylar tonight."

Noah turned the iron spike over and over in his fingers, practically trembling with anticipation. It was red with rust and dried blood. The first time he'd held this spike, he was pulling it out of Sylar's skull. Tonight it was going back in for good. I am going to kill Sylar tonight. How many times had he said those words aloud, wielded them like his choice weapon, threatened it, savored it, promised it, to Claire as she sobbed against his shoulder, to The Company as he stood over the blood-stained carpet of yet another Special with the top of their head sawn off? Hundreds. And every promise, every vow had been a lie. Sylar was an infection, a cancer that he could never quite get all of, that kept coming back even stronger than before. Finally, after four grisly years, Sylar Gray had made a mistake. He'd fallen in love, and given Noah a heart to break, a weak spot to press and ultimately shatter. The plan was foolproof, flawless, and would end in Sylar's Death. It was an impending event, the only outcome, an actual definite. I am going to kill Sylar tonight.

He squeezed his fingers into a fist around the spike, his eyes sharp and focused as he imagined it dripping with Sylar's blood. That snarky psychopath had raised his lethal finger for the last time. I've got you, Gabriel. No more running, no more smart remarks or murderous parlor tricks. The chase is over.

"Hey Bennet, we got Ally to the cell, and gave your orders to the five guards in position. Man, your Primatech Paper Phonies, they make my brother's guys look like punk kids playing paintball!"

"Is she still unconscious? I need her completely blacked out, Sylar's already enough of a variable without adding Mrs. Smith too. In fact, I want all the intercom speakers to the detention wing silenced, alarms, emergency warnings, kill it all. When he comes, I do NOT want her to know. And Peter...... they aren't your brother's guys........ make no mistake, they're DANKO'S guys. Your brother is just the friendly face that legitimizes an ultra illegal operation. Don't forget that. I'm watching out for him. If we need anyone right now, it's Nathan Petrelli. He'll come around, you'll see. Killing Sylar is exactly the win we need to get him to stop this ridiculous witch hunt.

Peter got really quiet, biting the corner of his lip before looking at Noah with solemn eyes. "Thank you. Thank you, Noah. God....... I needed to hear that. It all comes down to tonight. I just want my brother back. Ally's down for the count, I'll tell the security guys about the intercom........"

"I have a question. What happens if someone comes here, actually wanting to buy some paper?"

Noah cracked a smile, as he pocketed the spike. "Good question, Parkman. You know, it's funny, in all my twenty plus years in the business, that has never once happened."

Noah stared at his flip phone on his desk, and Peter followed his gaze.

"Has he called yet?"

"Sylar? No, not yet, but it's coming. I can feel his hatred and rage from here. Rene hasn't checked in though, that's what's worrying me. I told him eight o'clock on the dot, or I'm deporting him."

"Relax. I just got off the phone with Claire, she's fine, she's having some kind of sleepover girls night with her dorm mates."

Noah whirled around, his features hard. "I didn't say anything about Claire, what do you mean you just got off the phone with CLAIRE!?"

"Whoah, Angry Dad, she called ME!! Your daughter's worried about you, Noah. C'mon don't give me that look, I played it cool, I didn't tell her anything about tonight. I'm her uncle too, remember? I told her Sylar was a near miss, and that The Haitian's there strictly as a precaution. Smart move by the way, Sylar's not getting anywhere near her with him hanging around.

"Perfect. Now you know my daughter's exact location, just what I wanted, and HELLO, "Cool Uncle Peter," how do you know that, "girls night sleepover," isn't the secret code for "college rager party with tons of strange boys," any one of them being SYLAR!? She's MY daughter, Peter, she may not have my actual DNA, but she inherited my lying ability pretty quick."

"I just want to say," Parkman started, looking at Noah earnestly, "I myself, didn't hear anything about where Claire may or may not be. And if she is where I don't know, Sylar's not getting it from me."

"Na, she's not trying to pull one over on you, Noah, I heard Notebook playing in the background, and at least one girl crying over some guy named Chad. I think we're good."

Parkman made a face, "Wait.......You've SEEN Notebook?"

"What? No......" Peter stammered, his cheeks turning red.

"How did you recognize it if you haven't seen it?" Parkman asked trying not to laugh.

"I..... I just guessed- I mean, I'm sure she told me the name of the- one of the other girls probably-

Both Parkman and Noah leaned in expectantly, with knowing smiles.

"Alright fine!!! I watched it with my mom one night when I got off late, she'd been fighting with my dad, and GEEZ it was just the one time, okay!"

"Did you fantasize about being Ryan Gosling?"

"No! Well, maybe a little....... Rachel McAdams is hot, alright?"

"Let's hope for the love of GOD you lie better to my daughter, than you do to us."

Suddenly the flip phone on Noah's desk rang, and a cold, deathly silence filled the room.

"That's him. Everybody out. It's showtime."

**********

Noah inhaled deeply, as he took the phone in his hands. The ring sounded angry, accusing. He flipped it open, his hand steady, and slowly brought it to his ear.

"Hello?"

Nothing at first. Silence. But it was the Sylar kind of silence, the calm before the storm, the kind of silence that was an obvious threat. He heard it then, the heavy, erratic breathing, and could almost picture Sylar, shoulders rising and falling as he struggled to keep his composure.

"Hey Syyy! I had a feeling you might check in. How's it goin' buddy? Thanks for the scar."

"......... Where......... is............ she?" Sylar's voice was seething, animalistic, and not at all human. It sounded the way you'd talk to someone right before you murdered them.

"I've got her, Gabriel. You want her back? You better be willing to make a deal."

Noah could practically hear Sylar's nostrils flaring on the other line, his fuming inhale as he tried to steady his breathing. More silence.

"Sylar?"

"DAMN you to HELL, Noah! You son of a BITCH, you have NO idea what you've just done!!!!"

"You kiss your girlfriend with that mouth? You'll be kissing her goodbye, if you don't start talking."

More silence

"Let me guess, Noah," Sylar responded venomously, saying Noah's name like it was an insult all its own. "This is the part where I break down sobbing, the distraught boyfriend, begging you not to hurt her, and offer myself in exchange, right? WRONG. I don't plan on dealing. This is a courtesy call. THIS is the LAST chance you'll EVER have to hand her over, before I raise hell all around you and take her anyway. You don't do every single damn thing I tell you, then you're in for the WORST night of your life, and oh GOD you're going to wish I'd just killed you." Sylar chuckled coldly, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm.

"You're not really in the position to be making any demands, right now, Sy." Noah smiled, his eyes razor sharp, practically feeling Sylar's back arch, disgusted. "I know you. You're playing it cool, chillin' like a villain, but you're going CRAZY without her, it's tearing you up inside, I can feel it, I can hear it, in the edge in your voice. You're off your handle, and you don't know what the HELL you're going to do........."

Sylar's nostrils flared with his fury, and he scrunched the burner phone in his hand as he lowered it against his cheek, tempted to crush it with his fist, his eyes flashing like wildfire embers.

He looked at the violent destruction all around him, half of it he didn't even remember doing, he'd been so blind with rage. It was one of his old haunts, a long ago abandoned hotel in Queens called, "The Rogue." The kind of place he would have never taken his lady. Dark blood spatter on the floor from previous kills, slashed paintings, broken ceramic pieces from lamps, ashtrays, soap dishes, anything he could throw, torn down wallpaper, green marble actually dug out from the floor, crumbling holes in the wall, shredded curtains and sheets, and an entire mattress torn clean in half, feathers still floating in the dusty air, after he'd ripped his way through the down pillows. Every single thing in the room had been ravenously demolished. His whole body shook with his deep hatred of Noah and how dead on he was. Damn right, he'd gone mental.

"Face it, Sylar. You're out of moves. Your shield is literally down. Checkmate, because I've got your Queen. Step away from the board and turn yourself in. You do that, and I might even let you say goodbye."

"What do you mean LITERALLY down!?" Sylar said far louder and much more concerned than he'd meant to. Damn it. He turned his head at an exact angle, feeling his chest expand. "No....... no, nice try, you wouldn't kill her before you got to me. Ha. Yeah right, Good Guy Noah Bennet. She's alive. I would know if you were lying. Besides, she probably reminds you too much of your precious Claire."

"Gabriel, you know better than anyone that Good Guys are capable of some very BAD things. She's not dead...... not yet. But if you don't give yourself up...... She will be. Especially if you even say Claire's name one more time."

Sylar waited for it, the reassuring tingle, his body signaling Noah's lie, his vision shaking. Noah was a good liar, but he wasn't a killer. He waited..... But it never came.

"I should have KILLED you in the alley, Noah. I had you. I had your throbbing jugular between my fingers, and I should have squeezed hard, until it burst open."

"You didn't have me, Gabriel. I had you. I had everything right where I wanted it. If you'd taken one step where you weren't supposed to be, I'd have shot her in the chest, her blood cloaking possibilities be damned."

"Please. No you wouldn't have. Even if you did, I can heal, or did you forget? You know who you can thank for that. One injection of my blood, and she'd be alive, and you'd be just another NYC homicide. You EVER shoot her, or so much as touch one curl, and I'll cut out your beating heart."

Noah grinned jovially. Oh he didn't know, didn't even realize it yet. He wished he could see his face as he told him. "Wrong. Your blood can't save her, you fool. One shot, she's dead. Her blood can't be altered by anyone but herself, or did YOU forget? You can give her every drop you've got, but she's not coming back. It doesn't matter if I killed her then, or if I kill her now, or if YOU kill her later. That's right, one day you're going to get in one of your moods, you're going to get angry, you're going to work out your aggression without thinking, and she's going to be standing too close....... Don't you get it!? You're going to kill her the same way you did your own sweet mother, the same way you killed VIRGINIA!!!!"

"DON'T YOU EVER SAY MY MOTHER'S NAME!!!!!!! Sylar screamed into the phone, his eyebrows slanted dangerously downward, his bottom lip shuddering, incensed. He punched another hole into the wall, with a yell, felt it crumble with the force of his fist, and watched his bruised and bleeding knuckles melt softly back into perfect skin. He was nauseous, his head swimming. He couldn't save Ally. If they took her life, he couldn't bring her back........

"You can save her, Sylar. Turn yourself in, and she goes free, untouched, safe, and you'll never have to worry about living through that trauma again. Her life for yours, it's that easy.

Noah could feel the uncertainty, the fear in Sylar's silence.

"You were right about one thing...... No matter how this goes down, I'll NEVER let you have her. You really think you deserve LOVE after all that you've done!? Villains never get the girl, Gabriel, there is NO happily ever after for you. After you DESTROYED my marriage there's no way in hell I'm just going to let you ride off into your twisted version of a sunset, with that girl, letting you use and abuse her to your black heart's content. I'd rather see her dead, than on your arm."

"You'll never take her from me again, Noah. I'm going to get her back, and when I do...... I'm going to punish you, ohhhh yes, I can make you feel pain that you'd never believe exists. You take away my dream, and I'll introduce you to your nightmare." Sylar felt his blood quicken, the killer within stirring, a slow smirk salaciously working its way across his lips. "The game's not over, it starts with me throwing away the board."

"Listen to you. You love it, don't you?" Noah said, a bit incredulous. "Sylar Gray, The Big Bad Boyfriend."

Sylar smiled, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes positively sinful." It certainly makes the downtime more fun. So much more....... interactive."

"So you're sleeping with her?"

Sylar chuckled, brushing his thumb along his strong jawline, feeling his heart race at the thought. "Come, Noah, must you be so crass? It's called love-making and no. She's not that kind of girl."

"But you ARE that kind of boy. Don't think I didn't see you with Elle before that second eclipse. If you hadn't already killed her father, he would have killed you."

"Oh you know me, Noah, always plan ahead. Yes, I am, and I'm ready, but she's delicate, and worth waiting for...... besides you know how I love to have my imagination teased. The anticipation........ can be exquisite."

Noah felt his stomach writhe, thoroughly creeped out, and his voice was wildly unenthused. "Well..... lucky her. I suppose third time's a charm."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You know EXACTLY what I mean. You're a literal lady killer, first Maya, then Elle, and now your new victim, Lovely Miss Ally."

Sylar rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Maya was a means to an end, and last time I checked still very much alive, I might add. The whole seduction was a ruse, and I didn't even have my powers then."

"Which didn't stop you from putting a bullet in her chest if I remember correctly."

"Insurance. If I hadn't, there would have been no way to know if Mohinder was giving me the right vial. I needed my powers back. And Elle....... Elle was your fault."

"Alright. I'll give you that one."

"Although........ I should thank you, really. If you and Elle hadn't pulled your messed up little stunt, I never would have become Sylar. You created me, Noah, and stopped poor Gabriel from killing himself."

"Like Frankenstein's Monster. There's not a day that goes by that I don't regret that. I should have let you hang yourself."

"Oh Elle....... If she hadn't used me, manipulated me, and outright lied to me about my parents, we might have worked. I think of her every time I'm electrocuting the life out of some poor soul......." He flipped his wrist, smiling fondly, and Noah could hear the crackle of blue lightning. "Oh yes, Elle's parting gift. It's funny...... at first, my little brunette seemed too good to be true as well. I threw her against the wall because I thought she was working for you. Fool me twice......"

"If I could have possibly known the hold she'd have on you, the unsettling fascination you'd have for her, she would be. Honestly, I imagined your taste in women much more malevolent. Nobody thinks the serial killer's going to fall for the girl scout. It sounds like a bad slasher flick. But then again..... what is it you call yourself? Sylar, The Great Defiler?"

"A lot of people call me that."

"No, it's just you. You make them good girls go bad, huh? Or is it opposites attract and all that?"

"Who says it can't be both? I just find it so sexy that the same girl and boy that always stayed in, unnoticed, unimportant, and spent every single night of their lives alone, are now the two most powerful beings in this world. Just warms ya up, doesn't it? I own the night now, Noah. And I own Ally.

"Not right now, you don't. You may have her fooled, with your tortured soul, misunderstood, all-I-need-is-love act, but as usual I see right through you. She's nothing but your next casualty. She belongs to The Company now, where her powers can be used for good, and not shielding worthless scum like you.

"Before you get too excited, Noah, about using her and get these grand delusions of invincible armies, allow me to enlighten you. "It won't work if you try to force her. She has to do it willingly. She has to want to do it. And she only has enough power to surround one person at a time."

"How the hell did you get her to do it for you that first time, then?"

"Hmmm.....It's killing you isn't it? I can't decide if it was my sexy eyebrows or my annihilating smile that convinced her. Huh. Probably both. You see, she has a thing for bad boys. And as it so happens, I have a thing for good girls. Especially when they have that little something extra y'know?

"Or much more likely, she showed you out of pure desperation so that you wouldn't kill her that first encounter. That's one to tell the grandkids."

"Yeah," Sylar smiled softly, remembering. She'd been so brave and instantly drawn to him, so willing and gentle. "That too...... God she's so clever. The moment she touched my chest, and I felt that inexplicable power pulsing through my veins, what can I say? She had me.

"And her little spell lasts about two hours doesn't it?"

Noah heard Sylar go dangerously silent on the other line. His breathing getting quiet, deadly.

"Yeah, that's right, I know about that too. Two hours, and it's been, what do you think, at least nine since your last power up?"

"Isn't that fortunate?" Sylar practically hissed, his snarky tone turning again cold and vicious. "You might actually have a fighting chance..... for once, Noah. Or at least a few hours longer than you deserve to live....... Well, it's been swell chatting, Bennet, but I'm bored. This is your last chance. Are you going to give me what's mine, or do we get to do this the fun way?

"You don't even know where I am, Gabriel. You'll never find her."

"I don't? You sure about that, Noah?"

A loud bang came from inside the closet and Sylar twitched like a predator that hadn't yet been fed.

"I know when you're bluffing, and I know when you don't know what the hell you're doing."

"Fun way it is. It's a good night to die, Noah. See ya in a few."

Sylar hung up, and Noah slowly lowered his phone. "Yes, Gabriel, it is."

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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saphrin · 5 years

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Modern!Van Der Linde Gang AU

I got this idea from earlier today when I took my little brother somewhere! Enjoy y’all!

Jack sighed as he sat on the floor of the living room, playing with a little train set that his father had bought him. Lately it felt as if there was nothing to do, everyone was busy and Jack felt bored. Finally, he stood up and walked down the halls of the large manor to the library, where his mother, Abigail, sat with Mary-Beth.

“Momma, can we go somewhere today?” Jack asked with a pout, letting his arms fall to his side at he looked at his mother.

Abigail set down the book she held in her hands on the small table beside her and looked down at her son. “I ain’t sure, where would you like to go?”

Mary-Beth perched up as she was about to speak, clearly an idea had come to mind. “I heard of this place just downtown, near that plaza. I suppose we could go there, Jack. I’m sure you’d love it. It’s just this little play place, there’s tons of little actives and a big jungle gym type o’ thing!”

Jack’s eyes widened at the idea Mary-Beth had come up with, he looked at his Mother with a wide and excited grin on his face. “C-can we Momma? Please!”

Abigail thought for a moment before responding with a soft smile. “Well, I don't see why not. I ain’t got nothin’ to do today.”

Jack jumped up and down excitedly as Arthur, Sean, and John walked into the room they were currently in.

“What’s all the commotion?” Arthur asked, his gaze facing towards Abigail and Mary-Beth before smiling down at Jack.

“Momma and Mary-Beth are goin’ to take me to this play place, Uncle Arthur!” Jack answered, still full of excitement as he looked up at the adults.

Abigail stood up and looked at the three men. “You should come, that includes everyone else as well. I think it’d be fun, good family time.”

Seans eyes lit up as Abigail extended the invitation. “Ooo! Is it the new place? Let’s go, it’d be fun!”

John shook his head, looking over at the two that stood beside him. “No, Sean. Don't ya think we’re too old?”

Abigail groaned, rolling her eyes and grabbing the three as she pushed them out into the hall way. “I’ll decide for ya’ll, you're comin’. Now, come on.”

“Ow! Dutch, John be sittin’ on my hand again!” Arthur complained, yelling from where he sat in the back of the car over to Dutch whom was in the front, driving.

Dutch groaned in annoyance, looking at the two in the rear-view mirror. “I swear to god you two! If I hear one more complaint outta one of ya again I will turn this god damned car around, have some faith!”

“Y-yes boys, calm down now. You wouldn't want to anger daddy now, would ya?” Hosea said, turning to Dutch who sat beside him, patting his shoulder and then turning his gaze to the map he held in his hands.

Javier eyed Hosea from his seat, looking from the window and back to him until he finally decided to speak. “Hosea, why are you lookin’ at a map? Ya know you could just look at the GPS that is literally right fuckin’ there beside the radio. It ain’t 1975 ya know.”

Hosea sighed and looked back at Javier, setting down the map. “For me it feels like just yesterday I was twenty-nine, livin’ in the country side in 1975 so give me a break, would ya?”

After that everyone finally shut up, or at least for a few moments. Only five minutes later did John and Arthur start picking up a fight, yelling whilst pulling at each others hair. Between them sat Sean and Charles, who both looked very unamused by what was happening in between them, glaring at Javier, jealous that he sat alone in front of them.

“Stop it! My sons, you are supposed to get the hell along! Now, we’re here so get out of this car and stop setting a bad example for the child!” Dutch basically screamed at the two who fought in the back.

Everyone unbuckled themselves out of their seats and got out of the car. Beside them were the rest of the gang, in a separate car.

Charles hit both Arthur and John on the head once he got out, “I am never riding with you two morons again.”

Abigail turned and smiled at them all as she sent Jack to the door of the building. “How was the ride? Our’s was lovely, Bill put on some music and everyone was so nice.”

Dutch glared at her in jealousy as he grabbed both his sons by their ears, “These two can't get along and fought whilst Sean kept makin’ me play children’s music like the ABCs and Wheels On The bus.”

Sean put a hand on his chest as he pretended to be offended. “Excuse me? It’s like the Shakespeare of music!”

Hosea looked at them all as he shook his head, walking away to the doors of the building.

“How ‘bout we just go in?” John asked, clearly bored with the conversation.

Everyone nodded and got in, Dutch walked over to the employee who stood at the front desk.

“Hello there, may I-” Dutch started to speak, before getting distracted once he looked up at the person he was talking to. “M-Micah? What In the hell are you doin’ ‘ere!”

Micah rolled his eyes at Dutch and the gang, looking almost as if he was gritting his teeth. “Well... If it isn't the Van Der Linde Gang? Don't you have competitions to ruin and bake sales to blow up?”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Just let us in, damn it.” Dutch said, annoyed by the mere presence of him.

Micah rolled his eyes once more as he pressed a button, opening the gate in front of them all.

“We cheat in one pie eating contest and suddenly it’s ruined? Oh, please! We’ve all done worse things, including him.” Dutch complained as everyone sat down at this one long table.

Arthur raised a brow at Dutch as he sat down next to him. “First of all, it wasn’t even a contest, it was a fund raiser for charity and drunk you thought it’d be a good idea to eat the poor’s pies. Second, remember the time you blew up Jack’s school bake sale?”

“In my defence, it was Bill who blew it up. I had done nothin’, Bill is the one who brought dynamite on accident instead of fireworks.” Dutch defended, leaning back on his chair.

Bill looked up and threw his arms into the air. “How many times do I have to say I'm sorry for you to stop bringin’ that up!”

John looked over and glared at Bill as Jack pulled himself onto his fathers lap. “You could’ve killed the poor kid and then I would’ve killed you!”

“Can we all just have a good time and go play in the jungle gym? I bet little Jack ‘ere want’s to.” Sean pointed to the structure, excitement in his eyes.

Arthur shook his head, “Oh no, no. We all gettin’ too old for this. You go have fun with the kid.”

“Ya’ll are cowards, just think about it.” Sean replied, taking Jack’s hand and leading him over.

Dutch looked over at Arthur hesitantly. “I suppose we could join ‘em, just for a bit.”

Arthur sighed and stood up, making his way over to the structure. “Come on, then.”

The two made their way over and looked at the one entrance on the right side they were at. They stood on a platform and stared at the other.

“So, uh, what do we do?” Arthur asked, looking at the thing they needed to get up on. It was like a platform, but led up to the next level almost like a slide and had these plastic foam, circle like grips that went across that you'd hold onto to climb.

Dutch raised his arms up into almost a T-pose and looked at Arthur. “Well, we climb!”

Arthur looked down and shook his head before sucking it up and getting down on his hands and knee’s, attempting to climb up.

“Dutch, I’mma slip!” Arthur exclaimed, holding onto a grip with one hand and another on his side.

“son, your feet can touch the ground.” Dutch said, trying to hold back a laugh but failing.

Hosea looked over at the two from the table and squinted his eyes slightly. “What exactly are they doing?”

Everyone looked over to see Arthur struggling to climb and Dutch holding him up while on the other side Sean and Jack were having the time of their lives.

“Hey, guys! Watch me go down this slide.” John cheered, running over to the slide like a child.

“H-how can y-you do this?” Arthur asked, sitting down and out of breath.

“Weeeeee!” John yelled as he slid down the side.

Dutch patted Arthur on the back with a chuckle, “What? You getting too old for this?”

Arthur raised his arms into the air and nodded, “Well, yeah! I’m thirty-six not a child.”

“And I may be forty-one but I’m havin’ a great time.” Dutch said, laughing as he walked over to a bridge type of thing that led to the other side.

Arthur got on all four’s as he army crawled across, Dutch soon followed once Arthur got half way.

Arthur stopped suddenly and bit his lip, trying to look back at Dutch. “Hey, um... Dutch.”

Dutch raised a brow, looking up at him. “Yes?”

“I-I think I’m stuck.” Arthur whispered, not wanting to be heard by anyone else.

Charles climbed up from the other side, Followed by Javier. “What exactly are you guys doing?”

Arthur hid his face in embarrassment. “We’re just chillin’. You?”

“They’re stuck!” Sean yelled from below.

They all looked down to see him riding these plastic cars with Jack, sticking their tongues out at the two.

“Would ya look at that, even the old man is doin’ better then you two!” Hosea hollered from the second level just below them, swinging on some tire attached to the roof with a robe.

Arthur sighed at looked down at the ground, “I hate every single one of ya.”

“Guess we ain’t helpin’ you out there if you hate us then.” John shrugged, standing behind them.

“He was just kidding’!” Dutch reassured, laughing nervously.

“Guys? Guys!” Arthur yelled, looking around for everyone as they walked away.

They were stuck there for 20 minutes until Lenny came and got them out with butter. Let’s just say that maybe you shouldn’t say you hate everyone when you're in a bit of a pickle.

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Doyoung Prince!AU

Prince Kim Doyoung’s kingdom is an empire of knowledge and scholars. The nation has a strong focus on maintaining quality education, keeping the people knowledgeable, and building some of the largest libraries to ever exist.

Although there are many massive libraries scattered across the country, by far the biggest one is the Royal Literature Hall. It’s so large that an entire wing of the castle is just that library.

This Royal Literature Hall is where Prince Doyoung, sometimes reluctantly, spends most of his time. As the crown prince and next in line to the throne, he’s always wanted to know more.

More about his kingdom’s history, more about his kingdom’s relations with the other nine nations, and more about his people. What the people need, how he could help them… the list goes on and on.

To sum it up, ever since he was told that he would be the next king, and not his older brother, Prince Doyoung has been s t r e s s e d.

He constantly feels the weight of the position of future king and the weight of his country on his shoulders.

It’s gotten so bad that he only sleeps a few hours a night, and even then, it takes him too long to get to sleep. His mind races from one issue to another, constantly trying to make up solutions. Inevitably, he has no epiphanies, and gets no sleep either.

He spends most days in the Royal Literature Hall, looking up one thing or another, whether it be historical war strategies or the medical advancements of another kingdom- it’s always something important, but ultimately not the most interesting.

But today, Doyoung's reading about the crop harvest summaries from the past seventy four years and oh my G O S H is he so bored.

So bored and yet he still can’t sleep because his mind is constantly racing.

Deciding that he’s had enough for the day, he borrowed some civilian clothes from his guard friend, Taeyong, gets dressed, and just walks out of the palace.

Upon making the long walk to town, he realizes that it's been two months since he’s set foot outside the castle.

For the first hour, Doyoung wanders around, strolling through the market, absently mindedly listening to people’s interactions.

The one thing that he notices is that almost every person he walked by is either talking about or carrying a copy of the newest hit novel “Shimmerlight”

In a nation built on books, for a novel to become popular isn’t uncommon, but this popular? That's kind of crazy.

Doyoung decides that he’ll check out the quality of this book himself.

He walks up to the first person he saw with the book and asks them where they purchased it.

“Oh, it’s in every bookstore! But if you want to talk to the author, I’d go to Honey Bee’s Buzzing Books”

Doyoung thanks the guy, and walks to where that bookstore is, following the directions given to him by the kind stranger.

All kinds of thoughts run through Doyoung’s mind. Why was the author at this bookstore? If they’re such a successful writer, why aren’t they living the good life in some villa instead of spending all day in some dusty store in town?

And why of all things, are they just available to talk? Don’t they have things to do? Go swimming in their piles of money, for example??

But then Doyoung checks himself, thinking “hey dumbass, you’re literally royalty and you’ve never seen a pool full of money, let alone jumped in”

By the time he’s done theorizing questions, he’s made it to the front steps of a cozy sized, old-timey bookstore, which he assumes has to be the famed Honey Bee’s Buzzing Books.

He hesitates walking in, but eventually does, immediately cringing at the sound of the bell ringing, announcing his presence.

“So much for keeping my head low”, he curses himself internally.

Just at that moment, a person (you) pops their head from around a bookshelf, and greets him with the biggest smile.

“Welcome to Honey Bee’s! How can I help you?, you ask the attractive young man that just entered your book store. You didn’t think you’d seen him before. No one could forget a face like that.

The awkward silence brings you out of your train of thought. He hasn’t responded to you at all- he’s just standing there, staring.

“Uhh, sir?”

“Sir? Oh gosh, don’t call me that. That makes me sound old”, he jokes.

“Okay, then what should I call you?”

“Doyoung. Call me Doyoung”

“Ooo, you’ve got the same name as the prince! How lucky for you, I’ve been told that he’s dreamy”

“He’s dreamy, huh? What else have you heard?”, he asks with a smirk.

“Well I’ve got a friend in the castle he says the prince is a hardass, but they’re known for being overly critical. I’m sure the prince is quite lovely. Anyway, have you come here with a specific book in mind?”

Doyoung: “Well, sort of. I’ve come here out of sheer curiosity. Have you heard of the novel Shimmerlight?”

You: “Heard of it! I practically wrote it”

Doyoung: “Really?”

You: “No like in all seriousness- I am the author. I literally wrote it”

Doyoung: “Oh, wow. So you wrote an entire novel, and you own this place?”

You: “Ah, this store isn’t mine. I work here to help out a friend- he’s the one who owns it. So you’re looking to buy my book?”

Doyoung: “Well, before I buy it, could you tell me a little about it? I’m not sure if your book is my kind of read”

You: “Of course I can! Here, come sit, I’ll go get some refreshments”, you say, leaving the cute stranger to go put on a pot of tea.

Doyoung’s used to being alone, and had never minded it before, but there's something so comforting and warm about you that makes him wish for you to come back sooner than later.

And his wish is granted as you stroll back over to the dainty table, with a teapot in one hand and two matching tea cups in the other.

Setting them down gently on the table, you excuse yourself once again and jog to the back room, your hair bobbing up and down as you run.

“Now we’re all set!”, you announce as you waltz up to the table, placing a plate of cookies and assorted sweets in front of the beautifully puzzled boy.

Doyoung: “Thank you, but you really didn’t have to do all this for me”

You: “Of course I didn’t have to. I want to! Don’t worry about it and eat up, the cookies are baked fresh. They only came out of the oven about half an hour ago.

Doyoung: “Writing and baking? Is there anything you don’t do?”

You: “Exercise. It’s just not my thing”

Doyoung: “Yeah I get that, it’s not like I have much time for it anyways though”

You: “You don’t have time to exercise but you have time to investigate my book out of sheer curiosity?”

Doyoung: “Hey, you’re the one who just admitted to not exercising, don’t turn this on me”, he laughs.

His deadpan expression that he entered your store with is long gone, and replaced with the most gorgeous eye smile you’ve ever seen.

You hope he’ll stay long, you think to yourself, you heart beating a bit faster than before.

You: “Well let’s get straight into it! What do you want to know about my book?”

Doyoung: “Well, what is it about?”, he asked, the curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

Explaining your novel to people and just getting to talk about your ideas, characters, and creative process is one of your absolute favorite things to do. Your friend who owns Honey Bee’s always reminds you not to get carried away and bore people with blabbing about your stories, but you’ve always insisted on blabbing anyway to anyone who is willing to listen.

Most of the people who come in to talk to you are grannies and young kids. The grannies always try to set you up and introduce you to their sons, but you always manage to maneuver your way out of it as politely as you can.

At one point there was an elderly woman who was convinced that you were the perfect match for her son, and so you told her that you were interested in women to get her off your back.

The next day she came in with her daughter.

You didn’t try that strategy again.

Blabbing as your strong suit, this is exactly what you do in this current moment with Doyoung. You explain to him what the characters are like, their relationship to one another, and by the time that you’d described the many different aspects of the fantasy land you’d created, he’s… dozed off.

Was he really asleep?

He’d eaten half the cookies and drank two cups of tea, and you always kept the shop warm, especially during these winter months, so you assume it’s only natural that he could get drowsy.

You make the decision to not take him falling asleep while you were talking as a personal offense, and more as something flattering. To protect your pride, more than anything.

You go to the back room and grab a blanket out of the closet. Treading careful, as to not make any noise, you come back and delicately place the plush blanket around his broad shoulders.

He's completely out cold with his arms crossed on the table, and his head tilted to the side, resting on top.

In this moment he just looks so… peaceful. He came in to your shop looking exhausted and stressed, so you're glad that he's able to rest.

Your friend is going to kill you for this, but you close the store down way earlier than normal, so that no one could come in and the bell wouldn’t ring, waking him.

He looked like he needed sleep more than anything and you weren’t about to take that away from him, even if he was sleeping in the book store.

You sit behind the front counter and immersed yourself in the book you’d picked up a few days ago.

Honestly you think about sitting back in the seat across from him, but conclude that it would be a tad creepy if he woke up and you were just… there. Chillin.

Plus the table is right next to the window looking out on the streets and you didn’t want people getting the wrong idea when you would inevitably stare at him while he slept.

He’s so pretty, how could you not?

You finish the book, left with the feeling of wanting to read more of it, so you get up to see if you have the sequel somewhere around here.

As soon as you stand up, however, you heard someone outside shout “Lord Prince!”

And you freeze on the spot.

Someone shouting for the Prince? And a man named Doyoung in your store?

“No way, this isn’t a fucking disney movie”, you mumble in disbelief as the shouting man pounds on the door.

“Excuse me, you!”

“Calling me ‘you’? How rude”, you say to no one in particular as you unlock the door. The man hurries in and starts barging over quite loudly to Doyoung when your protective instincts kick in. You grab the man by the wrist, whipping him around to face you.

“I’m sorry but he’s asleep and you need to let him rest. He was exhausted when he came in, so please let him sleep at least a little longer”

“Do you realize who I am?”, the man asks.

“No but frankly, I don’t care. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days”, you argue.

“...you’re right about that. I don’t know the last time he’s slept for more than a few hours at a time”, the man sighs.

You let go of his wrist, relieved that he’ll let Doyoung rest. But then you think, “Why do I care so much?”

Not able to find a reason, you pass off the feeling as your patriotic concern for the well being of your country’s Prince.

But even you know that’s bullshit. You just weren’t ready to admit to yourself that you’re catching feelings for the p r i n c e for fucks sake.

You pull up a second chair behind the front counter, and bring this guy, who introduced himself as Johnny, the prince’s butler, tea and cookies, just as you had done for Doyoung. It’s the least you could do, since you're telling him to wait.

For once, you're the one listening to his stories. Johnny confides in you his worries about the prince’s physical and mental health, telling you how Doyoung has been working himself to the bone, trying to know everything possible in order to be a good king one day. He also tells you in more detail about how Doyoung hasn’t been able to fall asleep due to stressing out and worrying himself about the fate of his country, and his own capability to reign as a good and fair king.

“But my real question is, how did you get him to fall asleep? Please tell me you didn’t drug the cookies”, Johnny asks jokingly.

“I drugged no ones cookies. He came in because he was curious about the book I wrote, so I was telling him part of the storyline when he dozed off”

“So you told him a bedtime story, essentially?”, he rationalized.

“I’d like to think that my bestselling novel is of higher literary merit than a bedtime story but if that helps you explain what happened, then sure, but-”, you began to say very sarcastically before Johnny hushes you.

“Shh! He’s getting up!”

And that, he was. First Doyoung sits up, rubbing his eyes. He looks around the room with the most adorable panicked expression on his face, probably having forgotten where he was. Finally, he gets up and turns around, facing the two of you. Suddenly that panicked expression became more serious.

Doyoung: “What have you told them?”, he asks his butler sternly, as more of a command than a question.

You: “Nothing too terrible, Prince Doyoung, he’s not much of a gossip”, you reply lightly, trying to ease the tension.

Doyoung: “So you know that I’m… I wasn’t trying to-”

You: “Sweetheart, I do not care that you’re the prince. I do care that you let me call you dreamy to your face. Gosh, how embarrassing”

Doyoung: “You don’t… care?”

You: “No, why should I? You’re a person, aren’t you?”

Doyoung: “Well… yeah”, he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You: “So am I. So don’t think you’re getting special treatment, Prince Dreamy”

Doyoung: “Prince Dreamy?”

You: “I think it’s quite fitting, don’t you?”, you said playfully to Johnny, who gives a thumbs up, playing along. You assume it isn’t often that he gets the opportunity to pick fun at his prince.

Doyoung: “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or an insult”, he comments, popping a cookie in his mouth.

You: “Well it’s either that or Prince Hardass, which would you prefer?”, you say nonchalantly. And with that, Doyoung chokes on the cookie, coughing and hitting his hand on his chest.

Doyoung: “You could’ve killed me!”

You: “Oh and I would be charged with treason and hanged for the killing of Prince Hardass. How tragic”

Johnny: “Tragic indeed”, laughing at your banter with the prince.

After a brief silence, the feeling of the room changed to something more serious, yet again.

Johnny: “I’m sorry for his majesty’s intrusion of your time, but the prince must now return to his duties. We’ll be on our way”

You: “It was no problem! It’s only been around… oh. Seven hours”, you say, checking your watch.

Doyoung stands there hesitantly, looking at you like he wants to say something but can’t.

You: “Oh, I know!”, you shout, standing up from your chair abruptly. You walk over to one of the towering shelves of books and pull down your novel from the top shelf. Grabbing a pen off the counter, you quickly write your signature on the inside cover and hand the book to Doyoung.

You: “You liked where the story was going, right? Now you can finish it!”

Doyoung: “Oh, um… thank you. How much is it?”

You: “Free of charge, Prince Dreamy. Don’t worry about it”

That particular comment makes his cheeks tint a bright shade of pink. You figure the crown prince isn’t used to being called dreamy to his face.

The two men leave the shop, the bell by the door ringing as the door slams behind them.

You miss the presence of the snarky prince, and decide to clean the shop to get your mind off of today’s craziness.

Doyoung on the other hand, was both happy and confused.

He knew three things.

One- That that was the first time he’d slept somewhat soundly in months.

Two- That your book sounds super interesting and he can’t wait to go back to the palace to read it.

And three- He’s pretty sure he’s crushing on you. Hard.

Something about you is just so… comfortable to him. You're welcoming even though he just barged into your store, you made cookies and tea for fucks sake, and you didn’t change your attitude or demeanor around him when you found out he’s the prince.

That last point meant a lot to him. Most people upon finding out his royal status made it their goal to suck up to him to get something from him. You on the other hand, roasted the hell out of him, and he’s pretty sure he loves you for it.

Johnny had ridden a carriage into town, so Doyoung didn’t get to walk back, like he usually prefers to. Going for a walk clears his mind, and his mind could use quite a lot of clearing.

The entire ride back, he thinks about something other than the future of his country for once- he thinks about you.

And even when he gets back to the palace, he can’t manage to get you off his mind. Which although it’s sweet, for Doyoung’s focus it’s problematic.

Johnny informs Doyoung that he should finish his reading on fruit harvests and then call it a day.

So there Doyoung sits- at his usual spot in the Royal Literature Hall, staring blankly at the words on the pages and pages of harvest reports.

If he couldn't focus before, he definitely can't focus now.

“It's just a crush, just a stupid crush”, he mutters to himself while pushing away the stack of papers.

“I'll just read their book and get them out of my system. I'll get over these brief feelings when I finish the story”, Doyoung tells himself, pulling out the book you'd given him earlier in the day.

Placing it carefully on the table, he flips to the first page.

And then the second page.

And by the time he's gotten to the two hundred and fifty sixth page, he's fallen asleep yet again, his face resting in the crease of the book, his nose acting as the perfect bookmark.

Little did he know that his butler, Johnny, had come back to make sure Doyoung had finished his task, only to find his master out cold, yet again.

Johnny: “There are over a hundred beds in this castle, Prince Doyoung. I implore you to choose one”

Doyoung shoots up in his seat, awoken by Johnny’s sassy remark.

Doyoung: “Sorry, I didn't plan to fall asleep, it just keeps happening”

Johnny: “It's great to see you resting, but are their stories really that boring? Enough to lull you to sleep?”

Doyoung: “No no, that's not it at all. Their stories are lovely and soothing. I think that's why they put me to sleep. It's easier to think of their fantasy worlds than it is to face the reality of having to be king one day”

Johnny: “You talk of the throne as if it's a burden”

Doyoung: “Some days I feel like it is”

On that note, Doyoung gathers his things and makes his way to his room.

He sits on his bed and picked up the copy of Shimmerlight, tempted to read more.

“Just one more chapter”, he lies to himself.

Five chapters later, Doyoung's asleep, dreaming of the world of magic that you'd created.

Every night that week, Doyoung would read more and more of your book until one fateful night- he finishes it.

“What? That can't be the end!”, Doyoung shouts to the universe at like one in the morning. He immediately slaps his hand over his mouth, realizing the late hour.

He slept fine that night, but the night after that, he couldn't sleep at all. He doesn't have anything of yours to read, and he doesn't have you there to tell him stories, so he just lays there.

He tries counting sheep, controlled breathing, and all the other bullcrap Johnny advised him to do, but alas. Not even a wink of sleep.

Pulling this all-nighter causes Doyoung’s mood and morale to plummet. He finally found a way to sleep well and now it was over.

After grumbling and researching whatever dull task Johnny assigns him for the day, Doyoung finds himself unable to focus. He’d only met you once, and yet you managed to have such a significant impact on him.

“I’ll get over it- I’ll get over them”, Doyoung said aloud. He’d forgotten his attentive butler happened to be looming over his shoulder at the time.

Johnny: “You’ll get over who, exactly?”, he asks with the curiosity of a gossiping school girl.

Doyoung: “It’s nothing- forget it”

Johnny: “Mhmm... the less you say, the more you reveal, Prince Doyoung”

With a huff and a sigh, Doyoung comes to the conclusion that his butler is not going to leave him alone until he spills the metaphorical beans.

Doyoung: “...well do you remember the person who gave me the book Shimmerlight?”

Johnny: “Yes, I remember them very clearly, having had to talk to them instead of dragging you back to the castle after looking for you for hours”

Doyoung: “Look- you’ve already lectured me. Do you want to know what’s on my mind or not?”

Johnny: “I will admit I am quite curious. Before that day, I didn’t think anyone’s comments could fluster you, Prince Doyoung. Or should I say Prince Dreamy?”, he teases the moping prince.

Doyoung: “Ugh, forget it!”

Johnny: “My apologies for picking fun at royalty like yourself, Prince Doyoung. You just make it so easy”

Doyoung continues to confide in his butler, but not before shooting him a piercing glare.

Doyoung: “I just can’t stop thinking about them- no matter how much I try to block out thoughts of them with thoughts about literally anything else. And even worse, the only thing that can put me to sleep nowadays are their stories. And g o s h those cookies were so good”

Johnny: “I agree with you on that last one. With cookies like that, we ought to hire them as a pastry chef here at the castle”

And then it happens. The epiphany Doyoung's been waiting for all this time.

Doyoung: “Not as a chef, then they’d be stuck in the kitchens all day. We’ll hire them as a librarian, so they can work here- in the Royal Literature Hall”

Johnny: “...may I refrain from formality for just a moment?”

Doyoung: “...yes?”

Johnny: “Doyoung you c a n n o t hire someone to work for you just because you have a crush on them”

Doyoung: “I'm literally the prince, who is going to stop me”

Alden: “Ugh... I don’t like it. But if you insist, I’ll send a messenger to fetch them and bring them here to the cast-”

Doyoung: “No way, I’ll go talk to them. Don’t worry about it”

Doyoung doesn’t hesitate to rush out of the Literature Hall and out of the castle.

It takes him a good minute to realize that it’s raining, but there’s no time to waste, so he pulls up the hood of his jacket and keeps running towards town.

Johnny yelling in the background: “I would’ve gotten a fucking carriage if you would’ve waited five minutes-”

Finally, after the most running Doyoung’s done in years, he ends up at the front door of Honey Bee’s Buzzing Books, and this time he doesn’t hesitate to enter.

“Y/N? Y/N!”, he shouts into the seemingly empty store.

“Listen dude, you can’t come barging in here and start yelling”

For a fraction of a second, Doyoung feels a glimmer of hope, until he turns to the front desk and sees some boy instead of you there. He runs up the counter, regardless. Eyeing the boy’s name tag, Doyoung begins his frantic interrogation.

Doyoung: “Listen- is Renjun your name?”

Renjun: “Yeah, why else would I have ‘Renjun’ plastered across my chest?”

Doyoung: “Do you know where Y/N is?”

Renjun: “Home, like they should be. It’s their day off”

Doyoung bolts out the door, getting a whole four steps into the street before realizing he doesn’t know where you live.

He steps timidly back into the store, where Renjun is still sitting at the front desk with an all-knowing look plastered on his face.

Doyoung: “...would you happen to know their address?”

Renjun: “Of course, I’m their best friend. Would you like to know it?”

Doyoung: “Yes, please”

Renjun: “Then answer me one thing, Prince Doyoung. What’s your goal here? Just because you’re the prince doesn’t mean you can go around breaking hearts”

Doyoung: “My feelings for them have nothing to do with this- I want to offer them a job as the Royal Literature Hall’s head librarian”

Renjun: “...are you serious right now?”

Doyoung: “I know that would mean taking them away from your bookshop and I’m really sorry about that but I need them-”

Renjun: “No- you don’t understand. That is their dream job. You have to go tell them!”

Doyoung: “Really? I had no idea”

Renjun: “Well what are you doing just standing there! Go get them!”, he orders, scribbling your address onto a sticky note and sticking it to Doyoung’s forehead.

Doyoung: “Thank you!”, he shouts to the now gleeful Renjun, grabs the note off his bangs and bolts out the door.

Meanwhile...

A few blocks from the book shop, you’re having a lazy day at home, oblivious to the prince’s distress, and to his feelings for you.

The knocking at your door startles you into dropping the book you were reading. You have no clue who's on the other side but by the way they're slamming on the door, you're afraid they'd break it off its hinges. And paying for that to be fixed was the last thing you wanted to do.

You swing open the door, rubbing your eyes due to having just been woken up.

You: “Renjun, should you be at-”

“I'm not Renjun”

You stop rubbing your eyes and look up to the last person you expect- Prince Doyoung.

You drag him inside, preaching a mini-lecture on how “you should at least bring an umbrella if you’re stupid enough to go out during a storm like this”

And oh boy, he looks at you like you’re a whole other species.

You: “What??”

Doyoung: “No it’s just… no one’s ever really nagged me other than Johnny. I’m not used to it”

You: “Well save it Prince Dreamy, I’m not used to princes making a wet mess of my home”, you clap back and go to get him something dry to wear.

Stepping back into the front room, you find the prince of this nation awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.

“Here, go change into this”, you say, tossing him some oversized clothes you happen to have lying around.

He mumbles his thanks as you point out the bathroom for him to change in.

Him stripping down in the middle of your living room wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world as far as you’re concerned, but you figure you’ll save him the embarrassment.

While he’s getting out of those drenched clothes, you get to work brewing some tea and getting out whatever suitable snacks you have in the pantry.

By the time he steps out, you’ve got the table set with some sweets, at least, but the tea’s still not ready just quite yet.

You: “You sure took your time. What did you do, go through my medicine cabinet to make sure I’m not some kind of spy?”

Doyoung: “How would me looking through your medicine cabinet give me any kind of inkling of your loyalty to this country? And no, I was trying and failing to dry my hair”

You: “Oh sorry, I didn’t think of that. Gimme a second”, you say and scurry down the hall to get a towel.

The last thing you need is to be beheaded because the crown prince caught a cold on your watch.

You chuck a fluffy, pink towel at the prince, hitting him straight in the face.

...whoops

You: “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! My aim is terrible”

Doyoung: “It’s fine, really. I didn’t come here to recruit you as an archer or anything”, he says as the two of you take a seat at the table.

You: “Yeah about that- why did you come here? I don’t recall giving you an address, but you’re the prince so I guess you have a heightened stalking capabilities”

Doyoung: “I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy, I just have something important to ask you”

You: “Ah, I see. Well I hate to break it to you, but you should at least take me on a few dates before proposing. I’ll have to respectfully decline”

Doyoung: “Haha, very funny. In all seriousness, though, I would like you to come work at the castle. Work for me, that is”

You: “As what, a servant? Baker? Seamstress? Oh gosh please not a seamstress, I haven’t sewed anything in years and even then it was… tragic to say the least”

Doyoung: “I want you to work in the Royal Literature Hall as a librarian. You’d still have down time to write and if you don’t know how the Dewey Decimal system works, I’m sure Johnny could teach you. Actually, Johnny wouldn’t know but Taeyong probably does”

You: “...”

Doyoung: “So… what do you say?”

You: “Pardon my language your Royal Dreaminess, but are you fucking with me right now? Is this a joke?”

Doyoung: “I’m completely serious. That would be a pretty cruel joke”

You: “Okay then yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes! Oh my gosh, when can I come to the castle?”

Just then, you hear frantic knocking at the door yet again.

You: “Did you bring friends?”

Doyoung: “My friends live in the other kingdoms or the castle so... most likely no”

You and Doyoung creep quietly over to the door, cautious of who else would show up at night in the middle of a storm.

Unlocking the door, you swing it open just enough for the two of you to peer through the sliver of space.

You: “Oh. Hi Mr. Butler, sir!”

You open the door all the way and let in the peeved and drenched guy. You’re just glad he’s pissed at Prince Doyoung and not you. Wouldn’t wanna be on the receiving end of that angry look.

Johnny: “Prince Doyoung, just because you are royalty doesn’t mean that you can disregard time and even more so- curfews. They still apply, regardless of your status, wouldn’t you agree, Y/N?”

You: “Ah… of course? When I was younger, I never broke curfew for fear of… well... a situation like this”

Doyoung: “I’ve just offered you your dream job, shouldn’t you side with me on this?”

Johnny: “Bribery is never appropriate, Prince Doyoung. Plus, the carriage is waiting for the both of you”

You: “Both of us?”

Johnny: “Yes, both of you. We can come back for your essential belongings tomorrow, but for now, the place you’re needed most is the castle. Am I assuming wrong about your reply to the Prince’s proposition?”

You: “Oh no, of course I’ve accepted- don’t worry about that! I just didn’t expect to be leaving so soon. I’ve got a few things I’d really like to bring tonight though.

Doyoung: “Whatever we can fit into the carriage should be fine”

The two boys help you pack the carriage with stuff and by the time you’re finished, there’s only just enough room for you and the Prince on one side.

Johnny reluctantly leaves the two of you by yourselves and takes his place as driver of the carriage, leading the horses on the mildly bumpy road back to the castle.

By this point in time, the storm has died down to only the smallest drizzle, the sound of rain being more soothing than its previous hectic plundering.

You’re not sure if it’s because it’s been a long day for you both, or the physical closeness of the two of you, but Doyoung seems suddenly quite shy of you.

Not wanting to say anything to make him even more uncomfortable, your attention stays on your stuff, making sure none get knocked over on the occasional bump in the road. Doyoung, however, is the one who breaks the silence.

Doyoung: “I loved your book”

You: “My what?”

Doyoung: “Your book. Shimmerlight. It’s very well written, I’m baffled to even begin to try and imagine how you came up with the plot”

You: “Ah, I could tell you, but that’d ruin all the fun. Some things are better left a mystery”

Doyoung: “Yeah, I guess so…”, he says, not even trying to mask the disappointment in his voice.

You: “I can tell you a dumb story Renjun told me the other day?”

Doyoung: “Well I just have to hear that”

The amount of time that passes is a mystery, seemingly lasting forever and coming to an end all too quickly.

For Prince Doyoung though, it probably felt like a few minutes, seeing as the sleepless boy dozes off on you about half way through the part where the story gets dumb.

It’s a good thing that he was out cold when he dozed off, his cheek nuzzling into your soft hair, otherwise he’d definitely be able to hear your heart pounding a mile a minute.

Does he even know he has this effect on you? Probably not.

“He likes me for my books”, you remind yourself out loud as the carriage comes to a stop at the front gate of the castle.

“I like you for you too, you beautiful idiot”, he mumbles sleepily, having just woken up.

Your mind frantically searches for something coherent to say back but fails. It wouldn’t matter anyway, because Prince Doyoung opens the carriage door and not-so-gracefully tumbles onto the dirt road.

“Oh shit”, you curse, flinging yourself out of the same door and crouching next to the boy laying on the ground. Johnny is quick to notice and hops down from his position at the reigns and asks what happened.

You: “”I don’t know, he just fell and- oh my gosh he’s got a fever”, you report, your palm feeling the heat and sweat coming off his forehead.

Johnny: “Of course he would get sick, having not slept well in weeks and frolicking through a thunderstorm”, he says with a sigh.

You: “What do you mean he’s not been sleeping? With his responsibilities, he should be resting as much as he can!”

Johnny: “That’s exactly the problem, dear, but right now we’ve got more pressing matters on our hands. I can’t just leave the carriage and horses here, so I’ll need you to take his Royal Highness to his room. Once you’re in the main corridor, it’s the hall on the right and then the third door to the right. Try not to be seen, he won’t want his parents to know about him going into town, they don’t approve of it. Here’s my butler’s pin- if anyone questions your authority, show them that pin and explain that you’re under direct orders from me, understood?”, he explains, placing the pin gently in your hand.

Before you can even respond, he’s back at the reigns and taking off to what you assume is the direction of the stables.

After ten minutes of arguing with the semi-conscious Prince, you convince him to stand, one of his muscular arms swung across your shoulders.

Lugging him through halls, getting horrendously lost, and hiding from every scary looking guard you see, it takes you even longer to get to his room, but you eventually find your way there.

You open the elegant oak door what you hope with all your might is his room, and thank all the deities that there are candles lit from earlier, allowing you to be able to see the path to his bed.

Knowing your own clumsiness and exhaustion, running into a chair in the dark and dropping the ill Prince wouldn’t be out of the question.

Plopping him down on his bed, the weight of him being way too much at this point, you look around the room, searching for something to signify that you have the right place.

It only takes one glance to the bedside table to find what you’re looking for- your book, opened to the page with your signature.

A smile comes to your face briefly, until he breaks into a coughing fit and your mind goes back into somewhat of a panic.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me”, you mutter to yourself as you take off Prince Doyoung’s shoes and struggle to get all of his lanky limbs under the covers.

Doyoung: “You know… you swear a lot for someone so polite”, he laughs, not even letting his feverish state stop him from poking fun at you.

You: “Arguably, I’ve never been under more stress in my life, so I think I have earned that right”, you say, coming back to him with a freshly wet washcloth in your hands.

Doyoung: “Don’t worry- it’s not a bad thing. It’s actually really cute”

And there goes the washcloth out of your hands. Right onto the floor.

Making the trip of shame back to the bathroom to get another washcloth, you cautiously make your way back over to his bedside, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

There’s not really much you can do other than put the clean washcloth over his forehead, so you try to get up, but the Prince’s clammy hand grabs a weak hold of your wrist.

Doyoung: “Please… please don’t leave”, he says with enough desperation to pull at every emotion you have.

“I’m falling for you way faster than I imagined I would”, is what you want to say, knowing that he probably won’t remember in the morning, but ultimately decide that it’s not worth the risk.

You: “Don’t worry, I’ll stay. Of course I’ll stay”

Doyoung: “Would you mind reading to me? I think it’ll-”, he starts, but breaks off into another coughing fit.

Seeing him like this is breaking your heart into a million pieces, so you reach over for your book on the nightstand and settle in next to him under the covers.

You: “Where do you want me to start?”, you ask, hoping your tone isn’t conveying all of your feelings.

Doyoung: “From the beginning, of course”

And that’s how Johnny finds the two of you once he’s finished at the stables. Both in bed, you lying on your back with your book covering your face, and Prince Doyoung on his side with his arm thrown over your waist.

Johnny would break up the “inappropriate behavior”, but this is the first time in too long that the Prince’s face hasn’t been tense in his sleep. For once he’s actually relaxed and resting well.

And the clever butler’s got more than just an inkling that it’s got everything to do with you.

Waking up that next morning is… startling, to say the least.

With Prince Doyoung’s face nuzzled into your shoulder, close enough to feel his breath on your skin, and no personal recollection of how you got there, you just lay there with him, heart pounding out of your chest like it always does around him.

Slowly but surely, last night’s memories trickle back into mind, you recalling the whole “come be my librarian and write stories in your down time” and the carriage ride, and dragging the sick Prince around the castle.

And of course- how sad he looked when he thought you would leave.

Shivering a little bit, you block that thought out of mind. You should be excited! New job, new opportunities, new place and- oh my gosh you haven’t told Renjun.

Of course, the Prince decides to wake up in your brief moment of panic.

Doyoung: “What’s wrong?”, he mumbles groggily into your ear, making you tense up at his closeness.

You: “It’s- It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. More importantly how are you feeling?”, you ask, sitting up and putting your hand over his forehead. His fever’s gone down, but it’s not completely gone.

Doyoung: “Well I’ve not fallen over so far today, so that’s a personal accomplishment”

You: “You’ve been awake for all of thirty seconds and you haven’t even made an effort to get up”

Doyoung: “Sleeping with me and then making snarky remarks- I see how you feel”

You: “It wasn’t my goal to- I normally wouldn’t….”, you start but drone off into flustered silence.

Getting out of bed, you tell the sleepy Prince that you’re going to go find some medicine for his fever and that you’ll be right back.

He makes a point to open his eyes and look into yours, as if he’s searching for some hint of dishonesty, and he blinks a few times in surprise when he finds none.

Doyoung: “Alright. Good luck navigating the halls”

You: “It should be easier now that it’s day time and everything’s light”

Doyoung: “With you here, even nights seem more light”

You shoot him an embarrassed glare before fumbling with the door handle and exiting the room.

You get about a good twenty steps down the hallway before being stopped by a guard.

“Excuse me but who are you? What business do you have in this castle”

You: “Oh, well. I'm Y/N, and the prince is feeling under the weather so I was looking for an infirmity? Or anywhere I might be able to find something for his fever”

“Wait, you're Y/N?! Like the Prince’s Y/N?”

You: “Uhhh I’m not exactly his property but I’d consider us friends…?”

“Yikes. Friendzoned and not even to his face…”

You: “What?? Also what is your name if you don’t mind me asking”

“Taeyong. Lee Taeyong. And we have a medic on staff at all times, you should be able to get something for fevers from her”

You: “Okay, thank you Taeyong”, you say and begin to walk away, thinking the conversation’s over.

Taeyong: “One last thing, though! Can you please let me know when he’s well again?

You: “Of course! I’ll keep you updated as much as I can”

Taeyong: “Wow, you really are like he’s said”

You: “And what’s he said exactly?”

Taeyong: “That you’re caring and sweet. Take good care of him, alright?”, he says nonchalantly, as if that wasn’t the biggest boost to your already too hopeful heart.

Power-walking your way to the infirmary, you shake of the feeling of Prince Doyoung’s lovableness creeping into your heart.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, and most of it’s a blur if you’re being quite honest with yourself. After retrieving the medicine from the complete opposite side of the castle, you make your way back to Doyoung’s room and instruct him on what to take and when.

From there, you spend the rest of the day following around the Head Librarian and learning the ropes of the job, where the book binding materials are, how to properly use the filing system, where each genre section is, and most importantly, where the prince’s workspace is and to “never interrupt his already permeable concentration”.

At Prince Doyoung’s request, the room across from his has been prepared for you to stay in and all your things have been brought there.

You fought him on it, saying that he was in no state to make that kind of decision, but he said that he wouldn’t want you anywhere else.

He won that argument, because all you could do after a statement like that is blush uncontrollably and flee.

Prince Doyoung with a fever is a lot more forward with his feelings than normal, bumbling Prince Doyoung.

And that was the other thing. Before you could escape to your room, Prince Doyoung asks for you to call him by his name without the title.

He’s the prince of this country though?? What right would you have to be so informal with him?

Well. You did sleep in his bed. With him in it.

You’re still unsure about it but at least he’s comfortable enough with you to ask that??

The next day when you report for duty, you’re shocked to see Prince Doyoung- well, Doyoung, at his workspace, with a worried looking Johnny looming behind him as always.

Disregarding what the head librarian told you yesterday, you walk right up to Doyoung.

He looks away from the mountain of papers on the table to meet your gaze, and the tired, far away look in his eyes is almost too much to bear.

Doyoung: “Did you need something?”

You: “Yeah, I need the prince of our country to live to see the end of the week. What are you doing out of bed?”

Doyoung: “This needs to get done, it’s doesn’t matter if I-”

You: “Doesn’t matter if you what? Faint again? Can you even stand right now?”

Doyoung: “I can stand, I can even walk!”

Turning to Johnny, you give him the “what actually is the situation” look.

Johnny: “Your royal highness, I did have to practically carry you half of the way here”

You: “Then carry him back. Right now”

Doyoung: “And who are you to be making such orders?”, he says with a harsher tone than you’ve ever heard him use before.

You: “If you refuse to take care of yourself, who else do you think will?”, you say quietly, your feelings clearly hurt.

At first you think you may have gone to far with saying that, because he snaps his head away from you and stares at all the papers and documents he needs to read.

But then he stands up, and with some help from Johnny, makes his way back to his room and back to bed.

He does all this without a word, and without even the slightest glance in your direction.

Pissing off the person who hired you isn’t what you wanted to happen on your first day on the job, especially when that person is someone you really care about.

He’s not well enough to be working on his own like this… but maybe he doesn’t have to do all the work himself.

You gather up all the documents you can carry and take them to Doyoung’s room.

Your hands are full… so you kind of kick the door instead of knocking and hope he gets the idea.

From your place in the hallway, you can hear shuffling and movement from inside the room, and finally, he opens the door.

Blinking multiple times, he just stares at you wide-eyed.

You: “So are you gonna let me in or….?”

Doyoung: “Oh yeah, of course umm- about earlier…”, he starts and moves out of the doorway, ushering you into the room.

Plopping yourself down in the cushy chair by the window, you look up to him to show that you’re listening.

Doyoung: “I’ve been… stressed out. To say the least. All these papers of things I need to know to be a good king someday and it’s just been eating away at me. So I haven’t been sleeping much- my mind is always on something. So reading your books and listening to you has helped with that so of all the people for me to be rude to of course my dumb ass was rude to you… what I’m trying to say is that I’m really sorry. I know you were just trying to look out for me”

You: “Don’t worry about it, I could’ve been more tactful in my approach as well. But I’ve got these!”, you say, lifting the stupidly heavy papers off your lap.

Doyoung: “Are those my…?”

You: “Yep! I brought these so I could help you go through them”

Doyoung: “Wow, you’re an angel”

You: “I wouldn’t go that far?? Aha it’s not that much really, I uh- here’s one on the castle’s construction, let’s start there”

And so that’s exactly what the two of you do for the next several days. Doyoung lays in bed and you skim through the documents, telling him the important parts, which he writes down. When he gets worn out, you take breaks and bring him tea and cold medicine.

One morning you even wake up early to go down to the kitchens and bake cookies to surprise him with, and oh boy- he smiles so wide his gums show and his eyes crinkle and you think your heart might e x p l o d e with absolute adoration for this boy.

When he’s fully recovered, the two of your stop your little routine and you go back to the Literature Hall to work and he goes back to his workspace to fuss over crop rotations and blah blah blah.

You make sure to ask Johnny to let Taeyong and the rest of the guard know of Doyoung’s wellbeing

The head librarian get’s pissy with you every time you go over to Doyoung to bring him snacks and drinks but you do it anyway, lol some lady ain’t gonna stop you.

In a big ass library like this that’s pretty much limited to royalty and nobles who would rather be out partying than checking out books, it’s easy to get bored.

Your job is to maintain the books but there’s not much to maintain if no one takes them off the shelves.

With so much free time during your shifts, you find yourself spending most of your time working on a new romance novel that you started the day after you met Doyoung coincidence I think absolutely n o t

It’s highkey about him.

So that’s what a day in the life is for you- writing and making sure Doyoung eats and stays hydrated.

About a month later, when you bring him little goodies, you notice the bags under his eyes and his slouching posture. It’s clear that he hasn’t been sleeping well, but it’s not like he can just stop worrying either.

Saying “hey man, don’t worry about it, it’s just the fate of the country!” won’t exactly help and you’re clear outta ideas. But it can’t hurt it ask, can it?

You: “Umm… Doyoung?”, you say timidly. Even though he told you to, you hadn’t called him by just his name yet, but you try it thinking it might cheer him up.

He whips his head to the side and has the most “???” happy look on his face.

You: “Do you want to take a break? I mean you’ve been at this for hours and-”

From his seated position, he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in the warmth of your sweater.

You: “Is that a yes??”

He nods with his face still on you abdomen, making you laugh.

“Okay then, let’s go”, you say and pry his arms off of you, leading him out of the literature hall by his hand, almost like you would a child.

You lead him to his room and tell him to go take a nap, but as you’re about to turn and leave, he grabs your hand again.

Doyoung: “I know this is a lot to ask but… listening to you talk seems to be the only thing that helps me get to sleep so would you mind reading me something?”

You: “Of course! What do you want me to read?”

Doyoung: “What about that new book you’re writing? You’ve yet to tell me anything about it”

You: “I- uh. Yes, I can read you what I have so far, just let me go get it…”

He goes into his room and you go into yours across the hall to get the book and oH goSH how did you get yourself into this one?

Let’s just hope he doesn’t banish you from the country when he hears your feelings for him because you can bet this book is full of them.

Or maybe he’ll be too tired to really pick up on it??

Either way, you make your way back into his room to see him on one side of the bed instead of his usual spot aka taking up the damn whole thing.

You: “Are we doing this again?”

Doyoung: “I mean you can stand if you want to but that seems pretty uncomfortable”

Sighing and smiling a little, you climb into bed next to him, painfully aware of the small amount of space between the two of you, and start reading.

It’s not long before his eyes flutter shut and his breathing becomes more slow and rhythmic.

“I’ll finish this paragraph and then duck out”, you think to yourself.

You: “he’s already woven himself through my every heartstring. I’m afraid if he leaves my heart will be left with nothing but holes and the emptiness filling-”

Doyoung: “I… won’t”, you think you hear him say.

You: “I- are you awake?”

Doyoung: “I said I won’t. I won’t leave you so you don’t have to worry”, he half says/half mumbles and throws and arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

You’re at a loss for words, not believing that this could actually be happening.

Doyoung: “You do realize that I’m in love with you too, right?”, he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You: “Well I do now… and aren’t you a little cocky to assume my book is about you”

Doyoung: “You call him dreamy. You called me dreamy. It’s not that hard to put the two together”

You: “That’s on like the second page! You’ve just been letting me go on and on about how much I love you for what? Shits and giggles?”

Doyoung: “So you do? Love me?”

You: “Of course I do, I wouldn’t be worrying over you if I didn’t”

Doyoung: “You don’t need to worry about me so much”

You: “And you don’t need to worry about the country so much. You don’t have to do it alone, and you need to give the people more credit for being able to function without the meddling hands of royalty”

Doyoung: “Hey, these meddling hands are yours to hold~”

You: “One more cheesy line and I’m fleeing the country”

Doyoung: “Hmph, and you call me dramatic”

The two of you stay like that for a while, chatting about this and that, and eventually drifting off to a much needed sleep.

Johnny is unsurprised by the news of you two dating.

Johnny: “With that amount of flirting, I’d be more shocked if something didn’t happen”

You write to Renjun telling him about all that’s happened, and he quickly replies that “I know he’s the Prince but you could still do better”

Being the significant other of the Prince is??? Not something your brain can really comprehend.

Being the significant other of Doyoung, however- that makes a lot more sense.

You don’t really see him as “Prince Dreamy” like the girls in town faun over him. He’s more like “my clumsy boyfriend who cares to much about everything and needs to take a break”

But heyyyy that’s what you’re here for- to remind him to take care of himself and to put himself first.

The staff around the castle have really noticed a shift in his mood. He walks through the halls with his shoulders high, and he smiles and waves to everyone like he did when he was younger.

And boo we all know it’s because of you.

And lastly- he has to move his workplace to somewhere outside of the Royal Literature Hall because you’re too distracting and he can’t focus with you around. He just wants to bother you and love you instead of doing his work.

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impala-dreamer · 6 years

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From Where I Stand

SPN FanFic

~A little story about my time with Dean Winchester~

Dean x Reader

2,908 Words

Warnings: Angst. Talks of sex, but no actual smut. SFW, generally.

A/N: I just started typing. It’s different, but I dig it. Hope you do too.

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“Just don't fall in love, kid.”

He said it with a wink, but I knew he wasn't joking. I laughed and agreed. Didn't bother me. There was no way I’d let myself go there anyway, especially with him. I'd been burned too many times before by men like him, and I knew better.

Dean Winchester wasn't someone you fell in love with. He was a one night, two night stand at best. Good for a little “in the trenches” relief, but he’d always be gone in the morning. He wasn't exactly the type of guy you brought home to mamma, anyway. He reeked of booze and leather, occasionally stale smoke, and often gunpowder. Those things weren't easily explained away. Not that I had anyone to explain them to.

It was always just me and the road, me and the Job. Until suddenly, it was me and Dean.

We met on a case in Lincoln, pack of wolves we'd both sniffed out through the local papers. He was so beautiful back then, almost too pretty to be a Hunter. Had these big green eyes and lashes for days. God, I used to just stare at his lashes for hours. I’m still jealous. And those goddamn lips. Like...fuck, I can't even describe them. They were like perfect, plushy, bows. If anyone had drawn me a picture of those lips, I would have told them off for using too much imagination. No man had lips like those… well, one man. The things those lips could do…

Anyway, that's not the point. He was tall and kinda skinny back then, but in a weird way where he always still had a little baby fat on him, especially under the chin and ‘round his gut. He used to spike his hair up in the front; what a douche. But a cute douche. Something about that too-big leather jacket, that weird necklace he always wore, that car… always made him seem like a kid playing dress up.

But he was tough; let me tell you. Back then, he was a firecracker, constantly lit, just begging to be set off. Full of sass, too. What a mouth on him, and always with a joke. You could barely have a full conversation with him without a toothy smirk appearing. God, I hated him.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, Lincoln. So, I get there, all ready to prove myself - being a chick in this line of work ain’t exactly easy - and I pull up to the farmhouse where the furry dicks are holed up and I hear that goddamn engine behind me.

He stepped out of that car like he owned the fucking place. I swear to you, the clouds parted and a beam of fucking light shone down on him as he walked towards me. Everything was in slow motion, my goddamned heart stopped. I think I heard angels singing the Hallelujah chorus for fucks sake; it was that kind of entrance.

“Damn, ya beat me to it,” he said as if we'd met before. He flashed this smile like he knew how hard it was for me to breathe right then. What an asshole.

I stammered out some kind of answer, I can't remember now, but he laughed at it. I remember because he laughed with his entire body. It kinda shook, ya know? His voice cut right through me. Fuck, I wanted him right then and there. I kid you not, if a pack of werewolves weren't chillin ten yards away, I woulda pushed him up against that car and done dirty things…

You mind if I smoke? Nah, you wouldn't, would you? Not like it's gonna kill us, huh?

So, anyway, yada yada, we take down the pack. Now, I'm standing there, blood splattered all over my face, I'm outta breath and exhausted, I probably look like shit; Dean turns to me and says, “How ‘bout I buy you a drink?” Just like that. Like I wasn't covered in fur and scratched to Hell.

Well, you know the saying, one thing lead to another… in this case the first thing was whiskey and the other thing was sex. We screwed on every surface of that shitty motel room, including, somehow, the bathroom sink. I still can't figure out how we did that, but I distinctly remember my ass smushed on the cold porcelain. Ah, to be twenty five again.

So, blah blah, sex… after, we're lying in bed, sweaty and tired, and I'm like, “I guess I'll be going.” And instead of some cocky ‘see ya around’ answer, dude takes my hand, kisses it and asks me to stay. Says it's been a while since he's shared a room with anyone all night and he has trouble sleeping alone. Can you believe that? What a thing to say to someone you just met!

Of course I stayed. How could I not? He was so… beautiful lying there in the dark, begging me to stay with him. Looked like a friggin soap opera the way the bathroom light fell across his face, making his freckles pop. He had so many freckles, just… everywhere.

I laid with him, holding hands, just being there. He talked a bit about his brother, Sam. Told me he was off at some fancy college out west, gonna be a lawyer or something. He talked some about his dad, and how he had kinda left him when Sam did. He seemed so sad, like a lost little kid. I didn't know what to say, but thankfully, he didn't need me to talk, not really. He just needed someone to listen. I'm good at that, listening, I mean. I don't know why, my mom used to tell me I just have one of those faces people can trust. At any rate, after a while, he fell quiet and I let him snuggle up to me. I remember I was rubbing his back, just to do something, and I hit this spot on his left shoulder blade that made hismshiver. It was so cute the way he laughed, I kept doing it. I'll never forget that- this big dude, hardass leather bound hunter… ticklish.

When I woke up, he was getting dressed, ready to move on. Like an idiot, I asked if he wanted to get breakfast. He said no, he wanted to get back on the road.

Whatever. He have me his number before we parted. I remember we were standing next to the Impala, he had like one foot in the car, arm slung over the open door. He said to call him if I wanted to meet up again.

I laughed and asked if that was a good idea.

He smirked and said he'd meet me any place, any time. The he grabbed me, giving me one last kiss, and that's when he said it:

“Just don't fall in love, kid.”

Kid. He called me ‘kid'. Like I was some dumb teenager. I almost slapped him, but I got a little distracted by...his...tongue. Anyway… that was it. He drove away and I never saw him again.

Only I did see him again.

Often.

I’m not good with dates and shit, but I think the next time we met up was like a year later. Wouldn’t you know it, he had his baby brother back? Heh, I say baby, but this kid’s like seven feet tall barefoot. Sam’s… he’s a good dude. He’s fucked up a bunch, but he tries. He really does.

So anyway, they were off looking for their dad, who was off looking for some kinda demon thing. I don’t know, I don’t remember. It’s always something with those two, like, can you just relax for five fucking seconds? No. Everytime I talk to Dean it’s “yeah, we’re chasing demons” or “did you know there’s angels?”, like, what is this shit? Can’t you pick one thing to focus on like the rest of us?

I’m getting ahead of myself. Sorry. Man, I could use a drink. Can… can I drink? I don’t know how this works. I guess I can, right? It’s whatever I whip up in my head, right? Cool. Anyway…

Worked a little Salt n’ Burn with them, no biggie. But, the thing I remember most about this is… Dean was scared. Not of the case, but of his brother almost. Like, something was going on with them, something was brewing around them and… he just seemed worried. I don't know, it wasn't my place to ask for details. I was there to help him blow off some steam, stash some stress; I added nothing to the storyline.

That's pretty much how it went. He would call me up whenever he was lonely and I'd drive to wherever he was. Sometimes we would go out, do a little bar hopping, hang out. Sometimes we'd just attack each other and go at it until dehydration set in. But always, it ended the same. He'd kiss my hand, spill a few secrets, and tuck himself against my chest. And every fucking morning after, he said the same goddamned thing:

“Just don't fall in love, kid.”

I grew to realize that he meant it in a nice way. At least that's how I choose to remember it. Almost like he was telling himself and not me, ya know? Like, he knew we couldn't work, and this had to be enough as what it was.

Problem was, it was not enough. For me, anyway. Look, I know who I am. I know I'm not a main character in anyone's story. But damn it, I loved him. I always did. From the very beginning… it was always Dean. Dean in the back of my head, always. Every guy since him has just been… I don't know. No one ever measured up, and I never gave anyone else a chance because… somewhere deep inside, in that place where I hide shit, somewhere in there, I always hoped he'd change his mind. I held onto this fantasy that one of those times we met up he would say something different. It wouldn't be “don't fall in love”, it would be “I think I fell in love”.

Sorry, I didn't mean to start crying again. Shit. I guess my point is, I would have done anything for him; all he had to do was ask. He never did, not for anything other than some late night company, but if he had said the words, I would have followed him to Hell and back, literally. I guess, in the end, I kinda did. Well, not Hell, I mean… whatever. The point is, I loved Dean Winchester more than any man I've ever loved, and I'm OK with what happened. Because, I helped. And if he goes on and never thinks of me again, that's fine. I played my part.

That's melodramatic, sorry. I know he cared. I know he loved me, in whatever way he could. I just wish he could have said it, just once, ya know? Eh, such is life. Heh. Life.

Man, I'm off track. So, you want to hear about the end. OK. Here goes.

I hadn't heard from him in a long while. Like, maybe over a year, maybe longer. It's weird how after a few months I stopped pretending he'd call at any minute. Stopped jumping every time my phone rang, hoping it was him. It was never him. Until it was.

He needed to see me. I could hear it in his voice. That voice… if i close my eyes I can still hear him whispering to me. Sometimes I think about that at night when I can't sleep… think about his gruff voice in my ear, his scratchy cheek against my neck.

Anyway, he called, I drove. Met him at this bar in Pinedale. He was standing by the car, kinda leaning against it. He looked so old, so tired, kinda sad. But it was still my Dean. Same big green eyes, shadowed by a million lashes. Same smile. Same lips. Same kiss. Same hands…

We fucked in the backseat. It wasn't classy, but when was it ever?

Something was different about him. He wasn't all there, like he was preoccupied with some distant problem he didn't want to burden me with. I tried to get him to talk, but he muttered something about God and His sister and I figured he was drunk or just so stressed out he was making shit up.

So, we got drunk, then spent some time in an actual bed. Nothing earth shattering, but it was nice to wake up next to him again. He let me stare as long as I wanted. I knew he was awake, but he laid there for me so i could count his freckles. There were so many lines on his face, so many scars, but he had never been more beautiful to me.

“Dean,” I said before I could stop myself. He popped one eye open and smiled. I wanted to tell him “I love you”, but it wouldn't come out. It got stuck somewhere between my brain and my lips and just hung in the back of my throat like a pill I couldn't dry swallow.

“Breakfast?” he asked, kissing the back of my hand like always.

“Yeah.” I nodded and turned over, crawling out of bed. I should have told him. Why the fuck didn't I tell him? I… he was right there, in my arms and…

You know how they say when you die your life flashes before your eyes? Yeah, that's not true. Well, for me anyway. It wasn't my life I saw. It was Dean. Every goddamn moment with him, and even some that I'd just imagined.

When that blade went through my chest, I… I felt it go in, and I knew… I knew that was it. I was dead. There wasn't any ‘oh, I'll be fine’, ‘he'll get me to a hospital’. No. I knew. When my knees hit the ground, I knew. When the floor met my back, I knew. When I saw Dean's face… I broke.

He ran to me, this look of pure terror on his face. I kept losing sight of him, my eyes kept closing. It was like flashes, him coming at me. He just got closer and closer in little clips as I blinked longer and longer. And then I was in his lap, my head in the crook of his arm, and he… he was looking down at me, his eyes red and wet, his mouth open like he didn't know what to say.

I lifted my hand to pat his cheek, trying to tell him it was OK. I couldn't do it. My hand fell halfway there and i started coughing. I know there was blood in my mouth, I could taste it. I saw it in his eyes, too.

I should have told him. I should have used my last breath to say it, but I couldn't push the words out. It was too late.

He caught my hand and kissed it. Just like he always did. I think I smiled because he did too, even as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

And that was it. One second I was dying in his arms, and then next I'm standing over us, watching the man I love cry over my corpse. Life's a fucking cunt.

Ya know what pisses me off the most? And it's not what you think. I'm not mad that I died. Hell, I went out a hero and I'm damn proud of that. I'm not even mad that we never said what we needed to. I know he knows I loved him. What really makes me fucking angry is that fate gave me this amazing person and then just ripped him away again and again. Why give a gift like that only to pull it back? Why? Why was I meant to be a continual rest stop on Dean Winchester's Road to Glory? No one's ever gonna know my name. No one's gonna remember I existed. No one gives a shit that I'm dead. Why did I get handed this stupid fucking role when I could have lived a perfectly normal, happy life without ever having met that gorgeous bastard?

I'm sorry, I know you're not the person to yell at; you’re just doing your job. Scribbling down my story to shove in some book and file under Winchester. Well, I hope I made somewhat of a dent in his life. He sure made one in mine.

Listen, I don't know what you need my story for, and I don't really care. But, when he finally bites it, like, for real… if this is gonna be used against him in anyway, or gonna go like, towards his judgement or whatever, I just want to go on record and say…

Dean Winchester is a good man. A great man. He's… he's a fucking hero. From where I stand, he’s one of the most incredible, brave, amazing men… ever. Fucking… ever. And I don't regret my time with him, or blame him for anything.

I might be pissed at whoever hands out the script up here, but… I loved Dean. I always will.

So...is that it? Do I have to sign something or…? Cool. So what's next?

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hiei1300 · 6 years

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An Avenger’s Secret

Chapter 11: The Rook and The Knight

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Being the epitome of professionalism, you have one rule that must be followed to the T; Never mix business and personal. But how will your integrity fair against meeting the Avengers, or better yet, a certain Avenger’s brother?

A/N: I might slow down again on the chapters, been busy and it’s a little hard to focus. Thank you all for reading and please comment and share, I appreciate all of you and I hope you’re still here when the next chapter comes out.

Word Count: 2966

Warnings: (Slight) Violent tendencies

Chapter 10

The days to follow were beyond awkward and uncomfortable in the tower. It was easy for you to avoid running into anyone while you were placed on hold. Early mornings belonged to you and you relished in the silence. Other than Tony, Bruce and Thor, everyone actively avoided running into you, which wasn’t an issue since you had mostly secluded yourself in your room. When you knew no one was around you would chance a venture to the library where Bruce and Loki would gladly encourage your company.

Steve had attempted to talk with you face to face, but you wouldn’t have it. Him and Natasha knocking at your door to get you to come out. The only ones that were permitted to enter were the two gods and the two geniuses that lived there.

Still, even if you were upset, you still did your usual thing. You still made breakfast for everyone, still made dinner and even still did the laundry. It was easy to maneuver around the compound considering how large it was. Notes would be left here and there, mostly from you letting everyone know where the food was and if anything had run out, one or two left from Clint and Bucky for you to find in the mornings to tell you thank you and that they were sorry about everything.

There wasn’t a chance in the world that you would be leaving out to go shopping while you were still uncomfortable with your appearance.

By the fourth day of not seeing you as often as he would like, Tony finally brought out the big guns, he called Elli.

“I’ll be right over.”

“Thanks E.”

Looking over at Banner, they exchanged a hopeful expression that things would go to normal soon.

-Knock-knock-knock-

With a little hesitation, your best friend peeked into your room.

“(Y/n)?”

With a curious and suspecting glance, you waved her in.

“Tony called, said that you had a bit of a misunderstanding with the other guests in the tower.”

-tch- “That’s an understatement.” You commented dryly, seeing her sit next to you on your bed.

“He didn’t tell me much, just that you got hurt and that you wouldn’t leave your room.” Her voice was soft and caring, wanting to know what happened and you were grateful she didn’t know about Cole.

“I’m fine, E.” you assured her, though she wasn’t buying it.

Brushing your hair back, she gasped at the sight. Biting back the urge to confront you, with a shaky sigh, she continued. “You need to talk this out, (Y/n). We’re worried about you.”

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, really I am, but this isn’t something that can be fix by just talking.”

“I figured as much.” She hummed, leaning against you affectionately. “Which is why I brought over a wild card.”

Before you could ask, your door was kicked open, making you jump at the sudden noise.

“That’s enough of that.”

Eyes widened in shock for a brief moment, you glared at the new presence.

“Hey angel cakes, miss me?”

Standing at the entrance of your door, wearing that same ugly smirk you’d recognize anywhere, was none other than your favorite person in existence.

“Henry.” You greeted through clenched teeth. “You’re still alive I see, joy.”

Six foot tall, messy black hair hidden under a black beanie and dark blue mischievous eyes. Semi broad shoulders and a wide chest, a similar build that Mr. Wilson had. He wore a dark red shirt that was sprinkled with little holes around the bottom with a black wind breaker that had the sleeves ripped off. Ripped faded blue jeans and dirty work boots.

“Jesus fuck.” He laughed, walking up to you, his grin never falling. “You look like fucking shit, what happened to ya, get hit by a semi?”

“No, but I’m tempted to do that to you.” You said coldly. “Why is he here, E?”

“Consider this active therapy.” She giggled, looking innocent.

“Now, don’t be like that, lover.” He jumped on the bed, making himself comfortable next to you. “I hear that my friend needs help, I came running. You should be grateful.”

“Nope.” Getting up quickly, you calmly left the room, E following suit. “Not happening, not dealing with this.”

You tried to act casual when you entered the kitchen where Clint and Nat were eating lunch, catching the attention of them and Tony, Loki, and Sam easily. All of them exchanging bewildered looks at you being there in the middle of the day.

“Come now, kitten, is this how you treat an old friend?”

Their perplexed expressions increasing when they saw E walk in with the boy.

“Whoa.” Stopping in his tracks, his smirk widened exponentially when he got a look at the Avengers. “Now I see why you were hiding.” He chimed teasingly.

“E?” Tony asked, getting up from his seat on the couch. “Who’s this?”

“Hey, Tony.” She greeted him with a hug. “This is Henry.”

Introducing the male, they shook hands before Henry sauntered on over to you.

“How come you never told me you were chillin’ with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, (Y/n)? You embarrassed or something?”

Clint and Nat noticed how your grip tightened around the cup in your hands as you waited for the water in the kettle to boil.

“I mean, it’s not every day that you get to be surrounded by the best of the best. Did you know that they defeated an alien army? That was pretty cool, huh?”

The boy continued to rant on and on right next to you, talking about everything he knew about the company in the room. Poking and prodding at you here and there, his tone got more annoying when he saw Captain America and Thor enter the room wondering what all the commotion was about.

“E,” Tony ushered her to the side, worry clear, “I thought you were here to make things better, not worse. It looks like she’s about to strangle him.”

Smiling widely, she placed a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “Trust me, Tony. You want our girl back? This is how we do it.”

The others had gathered in the living room away from you and your talkative friend, wondering to each other what was happening. From where they stood, it looked like you were about to bust a blood vessel. You were trying to stay calm but it was a matter of time before you snapped.

“Tony,” Steve called, him and Elli coming over to see what he wanted, “what’s going on?”

“You’re about to find out.” E beamed, everyone turning their attention to you just as the kettle started to whistle.

“What are the odds of me getting Black Widow in bed- “

“That’s it!” you piped up, making everyone jump except Henry and Elli. If looks could kill, all of this would be over, but the guy’s smile only seemed to widen at your reaction, looking like he was getting ready for something. “Run.”

Just like that, he took off, you following close after. Vaulting over the couch where Nat and Loki sat, everyone was very surprised at what they were seeing.

It was like watching a movie, and all the time you ran, he just kept on talking and taunting you.

“What’s the matter, (Y/n)? You seem sensitive.” Dashing around the group, you quickly grabbed Clint’s bow and arrows that he left on the coffee table.

Jumping up at your action, E held a hand up for them not to act, her smile only growing as they all watched.

“Oh please,” he taunted, “You couldn’t hit the side of a barn let alone me- “

-Thmb-

Barely missing, the arrow stuck to the wall several inches from his head. Grinning widely at you, Henry rushed toward you. Dodging him, he took the opportunity to knock you off your feet, landing on your back with an ‘oof’.

“You got slow, (Y/n).” he called half way to the end of the bar.

“Oh, I’ll show you slow.” You seethed under your breath, getting up and sprinting after him. Instead of following after you, Elli suggested that they monitor you on the cameras.

They all watched as you both ran in and out of various room, you shooting at him and him free running to avoid you at all costs. It amazed them at how different you were at the moment. The calm and collected person that they came to know was running about like a child, disgruntled and un-shelved, the complete opposite of who you were in front of all of them. Even Tony was surprised by what he was seeing, bewilderment evident still when Banner and Barnes ran in to ask what was happening.

You were making your way back to the living room, still chasing after the boy that seemed to have gotten under your skin so easily. You ran out of arrows a while back, thinking that Mr. Barton wouldn’t be pleased if you broke his bow, all you had left was the empty quiver.

Taking a sharp turn around the coffee table, Henry lost his footing. Seizing the window, you took hold of the heavy object in your hands and using all the strength you had, you launched it at his head from the other side as he got back up.

It flew passed the others, barely missing Rogers as it skimmed his nose. With a heavy thud, Henry was back on the floor clutching his head in agony.

“You can grab her now.” E giggled, tapping Thor on the shoulder. Not questioning the girl, the god got up and intercepted your path. Coming up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your chest and hoisted you off the ground.

“Let go of me!” you growled, struggling in his grip.

“Nope.” Your friend laughed, coming up in front of you. “Feeling better?”

“Elli, if you don’t let me go this instant, I’m going to hurt your favorite Avenger.” You threatened, glaring passed her at the man being helped up off the floor by your boss.

“I’ll let you go when you calm down.” She shook a finger at you, smiling sweetly.

“I’m calm.” You seethed through clenched teeth.

“Nuh uh~” she chimed back. “Try again.”

Taking a few deep breaths, relaxing as much as you could, your gaze stoned as you waited for Elli to give the ‘OK’ to let you go.

With a happy nod, you landed back on your feet.

“Now that that’s all settled, take a seat.”

“I’ll stand, thanks.”

“Suit yourself. Let’s talk.” Ushering everyone to sit, you stood in front of the Avengers and your friend with your arms crossed. “Who wants to start?”

“This has to be the worse intervention in history.” You commented, becoming uncomfortably aware that you were back in front of all the residents in the tower.

“Not an intervention,” Elli laughed, “This is a trust exercise.”

“Elli, I swear- “

“Just hear me out, (Y/n).” she cut. “This is for the good of everyone here, not just you.”

“I’m sorry but, what’s going on?” Bruce interjected, not quite understanding what was happening, along with some of the others.

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” She shot up, standing next to you in front of everyone. “That was very rude, I apologize. My name is Elli Merz, I’m (Y/n)’s best friend since childhood, and one of your biggest fans.” Her smile beamed like the sun, Bucky was right about her being like a puppy, she was adorable.

“What am I? Chop liver?”

Laughing more, E hopped over to the other guest, “And this is Henry Monroe, he a friend of ours.”

“Yours.” You corrected with a glare.

“Tony called for some help getting peace back in the tower between his friends, I’m here to lend a hand.”

“I’m not dealing with this.” You declared, beginning to stalk off back to your room.

“I’ll send him to get you if you leave.” E threatened sweetly, eying you with triumph when you halted in place. “The sooner you cooperate the sooner he leaves, (Y/n).”

“I’m really hating you right now, E.” you grumbled, stomping over and plopping down on the arm rest of the couch next to Bucky.

From right to left, Loki sat in the recliner seat, you on the arm rest, Bucky next to you on the couch. Clint sat on the back rest with Natasha sitting directly in front of him on the cushions next to the soldier. Bruce sat on her other side followed by Sam, and Tony sitting on the other arm rest while Steve and Thor stood beside the couch.

Elli was standing in front of the glass coffee table with Henry plopped down cross legged on the floor next to her.

“(Y/n), can you please explain to me what caused the rift between you?”

“There’s nothing to tell,” you state dryly, “there was just a slight issue with personal confidentiality, nothing more.”

“Ah, (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), ever still the introvert,” Henry mused with a grin, “still having trouble talking to people?”

“Shove it Monroe.” You growled, Loki raising a brow to the fact that your hand was inching toward a wooden coaster that sat on the side table next to you.

“Alright, so, who wants to clarify?” Elli encouraged happily.

When no one openly volunteered, she decided to pick someone.

“Sam? Wanna help us out?”

“Uh…”with everyone now looking to him, Falcon cleared his throat before speaking. “Alright, this is how it goes; here we have an employee of our playboy genius. Super-hot, girl can cook like a gourmet chef, and is single- “

“Cut to the chase, bird.” Clint interrupts with a strained sigh.

“Hey, man, I’m telling it how I want. You wanna explain, you should’ve gone first.”

“Please, one at a time, gentlemen. Continue, Sam.”

“Alright, so, turns out that she is like the perfect worker. Everything is done without hesitation, and she basically has the entire building to herself since we all know that Tony does whatever it is that he does.

Well, here we come, all buddy buddy n’ yeah, catching up with old friends and asking how things are, ya know, normal conversation. In comes Stark with this big ass smile, walks up to Steve and says, “You’re about to eat your words.” Like, I didn’t know what they were talking about and neither did the rest of us, so, we all follow him to the kitchen where we get a piece of the best pineapple upside-down cake you have ever had, I mean, this thing was moist and it melted in your mouth- “

“Sam.” Steve cut, encouraging his friend to continue.

“Right, anyway, we come back for seconds and that’s when we meet your girl. She’s practically a robot, Vision is more animated than her and he doesn’t get social references. We get introduced one at a time and when she talks it’s like she holds herself as both a servant and a layer, it was both funny and intimidating.

Next thing we come to find out that Tony doesn’t know squat about his newest employee other than the last couple of years. Cap gets suspicious and the two start butting heads. To help ease everything, Snape over there suggests that we all crash for a few days to get a feel for how everything is and to get to know (Y/n) better.

And let me tell you, girl is full of surprises. Hell, just now was something I never would have expected from her.

Everything goes fairly well, we chill at your place, ride the horses and help entertain your little white flyer. Everything is great. Then out of nowhere, she up and dips for a few days. Lines get crossed, emotions fly and we’re all worried about what’s happened and what’s going on.

Loki disappears and we’re freaking out more, next thing you know, he comes walking in with your girl in his arms passed out. Tony is relieved but is freaking out still but we don’t know why, the next day Cap and a few others start poking around and asking questions that they shouldn’t have. Tony gets pissed, and Thor reveals that she’s been hiding some bruises. Everyone feels like shit, (Y/n) gets pissed that no one would leave her alone. Steve claims that they need to trust her to work for Stark and she counters that trust needs to be earned and not given away like candy, that her life is none of our business and that everyone should just drop it.

The last couple of days has had everyone on edge and no one wants to step up and admit fault. So here we are now, with you managing to drag her out and all of us sitting here.”

All the time that Sam was filling E in, Henry was chewing on his zipper trying to keep from laughing out loud. This had caught all of their attention as they listened, you having already grabbed the coaster and a few others getting ready to chuck them at his head the moment he opened his mouth.

“That’s quite the story.” She commented, giving you a sympathetic look. “(Y/n).”

Looking at your friend, you didn’t know what to say, not really.

“I’m gonna do something that you’re not gonna like, don’t interrupt.” She warned with pleading eyes. Turning back to the Avengers, Elli took a deep breath before speaking her mind.

“I know my friend a little too well, I know you all have questions, this is your chance to ask them.”

You wanted to protest, sitting up straight to stop her. But you froze at her gaze, she was going to solve this dilemma for you whether you liked it or not.

Chapter 12

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Sunday 5/6

My roommates name is Shauna. She doesn’t flush and when I got here there was what I can only assume were soiled clothes in a brown paper bag.

A woman in the hall is also talking about her shit. I’m the youngest person here and im afraid to shower, there’s no door. The poop lady is cackling.

My roommate and I talked, she’s nice, and I met her night nurse and she is so nice. Her name is Maria.

I’m having a hard time figuring out why I feel like this. Its hard b/c I’ve been hungover but surely that’s not all it is. How do you recover from a hangover so bad you end up in a psych ward?

It weird not having my phone, I want to check twitter. I don’t want to go to group therapy tomorrow.

I just can’t stop crying, my eyes actually hurt.

My mouth tastes bad but I have no toothpaste.

I started reading this book called notorious nineteen and it is truly trash.

I don’t have the lights on bc Shauna’s sleeping- I feel like Mozart.

My eyes hurt, I might go call my dad again to get my moms phone number.

Ill be back.

Got Taylor’s # and called her/my mom. Maria gave me some antihistamines to try to calm me down/sleep.

My sisters want to come visit me on Tuesday.

I’ve only eaten a donut this morning.

There’s a painting of a window that is 100% mocking me.

I’m sweaty.

Some snaps I would be sending if I had my phone

*a pic of the little card that was on my bed when I came in w/ a number on it for housekeeping. Caption idea-

is this a joke?

It’s a work in progress.

*def a snap of me whipping/nay naying to the woman whose been singing in the hall all night (singer)

Shauna is snoring. There’s no joke there but its absolutely worth noting.

I just want to play candy crush.

Monday

(12:30 pmish) I feel like I’m in a dream. I’ve been sleeping all day- it turns out it was only like 3 hours tops.

I had so many dreams.

I just went and talked to a big ass table of doctors about my life and I just feel so groggy. They’re in there talking about me.

I skipped lunch b/c my tummy hurt so bad after breakfast.

Shauna puked everywhere.

I think she’s leaving.

Also turns out she’s in withdrawal AND pregnant.

And she has an infected injection site on her arm.

I just talked to my mom/dad/Taylor and asked them to bring me some books + shirts.

The nice psychiatrist said she would give me some adavan to calm me down. Also I skipped lunch b/c my stomach hurt so bad from breakfast but now I’m hungry so I guess they’re gonna order me something. I feel so weird. (might have napped here)

4ish pm

40 mg stratera (sp?), one mg atavan.

Finally left my room, I’ve been asleep all day.

Nurse went and got me a coke + a water and I saw they’re watching forgetting Sarah Marshall so I thought Id join. Everyone called me out when I came in since ive been hiding out. Bitches.

Movies suggested by the dude I’m watching FSM w/

- assassin’s creed

-Dogma

10 positive ways to describe myself

1. Legs that go up to my asshole

2. College educated

3. Big heart

4. Good sense of humor

5. Love babies

6. Love my friends

7. Good communicator

8. Love the outside

9. Big smile

10. Lovely family

9 positive coping skills

1. Talk to Taylor

2. Going on walks

3. Calling my parents

4. Reading

5. Going to therapy

6. Doing hw

7. Watching movies

8. Candy crush (questionable)

9. Eating veggies

8 things I’ve accomplished

1. College

2. Getting into grad school

3. Learning Spanish

4. Coming to the hospital

5. Making great friends

6. Moving a lot and making it through

7. Driving to SLC

8. Supporting myself (for the most part)

7 healthy things I can do each day

1. Eat well

2. Shower

3. Talk to my friends

4. Not drink

5. Clean my room

6. Clean my clothes

7. Do my hw

6 things I can change

1. My eating habits

2. Drinking

3. Exercising more

4. Getting a routine

5. Whitening my teeth

6. How I see myself

5 things I can’t change

1. How my family acts

2. How my friends act

3. The status of the US public school system

4. The amount of sunlight in my apt

5. My face

4 reasons I can’t give up

1. My family

2. I’m going to change the world

3. My friends

4. My future students

3 places I can get help

1. w/ dr. whose name I can’t remember

2. my apt (Taylor)

3. the hospital

2 people I can really trust

1. Taylor

2. my parents

1 reason I’m here

1. I need to not feel like this anymore

I’m holding myself back from asking why everyone’s here.

Assassin’s creed guy, also known as biting guy (an inside joke from earlier) and sweater girl are talking about if the food delivery guy has extensions.

We got called to dinner, now were finishing Sarah Marshall.

Biter dude told hair guy “nice hair”.

Oh my god, when peter sings about how much he hates himself, biter and white shirt turned to me and said dang sounds like he’s going to be in the room next o me! way to be self aware guys!

Just called my dad to find out about my stuff getting dropped off but turns out he did 2 hours ago and its all been in my room.

I started crying immediately b/c Taylor is amazing- she brought me the perfect books. It was like she was talking to me through the books.

She gave me b Franks autobiography and Jesse Donaldson’s ‘on homesickness’. And the book Amanda gave me. also wuthering heights and pastures of heaven. All so perfect.

Shirts is roasting the shit out of double lasagna (he ate… double the lasagna we all got for dinner).

He keeps saying he looks like he’s about to give birth

“I mean were already in the hospital we just gotta figure out what floor is maternity”

Wuthering Heights

1801- Mr. Lockwood +Heathcliff

Thrushcross Grange

Double lasagna is talking about the last time he had tequila- brother the last time I drank it I ended up here.

What an anecdote.

“they could have stolen my jewelry or even my virginity!” – about the guys who helped when he got too drunk. Double lasagna’s real name is * but he just introduced himself as Dorothy (to hair the night nurse helper).

Fake Abby (biting guy came to my room thinking I was her) is here and shirt just said “you’re awfully quiet” and she rejected him hard. It was awk.

One of the helpers is just chillin in here w/ us while I read my shitty book and we watch “just go w/ it” – its so bad.

One of the nurses (pony tail) just made me go on a walk down the hall w/ him. They all keep asking me how I’m feeling and I keep saying fine but I’m not. As long as I don’t talk I don’t cry. I’m starting to think I want to stay here longer but also leave right away. Its all so confusing.

Double lasagna just asked hair nurse if he could have his phone out of his bag and the way just looked up from his phone and said “nuh uh” was iconic.

Its 805 pm and I think I’m going see about getting my sleeping pills so I can just crash.

I need to document stuff better tomorrow b/c I don’t like how much of a blur today is.

I finally showered and I feel better I think. I just don’t know what the move is once I get out. Like I don't know how to talk to anyone.

I need Taylor to contact Morgan I think.

I’m sure she’s confused. Or maybe she doesn't care literally at all. Who cares. I’ve been surprised at how easily I’ve been sleeping today especially without my phone and with everything on my mind.

I need a talk therapist like yesterday.

I can’t bring myself to get through any of the books Taylor brought. The 19 book in such trash but it’s easy to read.

The shower needs to be pressed every 45 seconds to say on. I wore shower shoes.

Fake Abby doesn’t know what the move is, I can tell.

I called Taylor + my mom then got snack in my night meds. I mom told me to call back to talk to Mack so I just did. She’s lovely.

Double lasagna somehow talked to snack nurse into giving him a full sandwich. I got a strawberry poptart and a coke.

They’re checking in a new girl now who looks a bit like she’s closer to my age.

I’m happy she’s not my roommate.

I think tomorrow ill try to call family/friends less and trust the process. I need to really take a step back.

I’m just happy I feel comfortable sitting in the sun room. I knew a lot more about movies than they did

Goals for tomorrow-

Check out group

Find rec room/sign my name by Mack’s

Document everything

Keep room clean

They still haven’t cleaned Shauna’s side. Its off putting.

Have I mentioned they check on me every 15 minutes?

Its off putting also.

I wish I had just like some mascara or something. I hate to be that girl but damn.

My mom keeps trying to talk about the funny aspects of this but I can’t say I’m feeling them yet. Today just really was such a blur. I sept a lot then talked to therapists then I think went back to sleep? Then begged for lunch then I think slept? That’s where its fuzzy. Called my fam too much, I need to not tomorrow.

I also want to gain control of tv room tomorrow. Power move!!

Did I mention I called Chelsea? My brain is mush.

- Be more present tomorrow-

- Ask more questions-

be warned: new beginnings are rarely pure, and neither are the men who seek them

On Homesickness pg 23

Scott County

We are homesick most for the places we have never {truly} known

37, Franklin County

Questions to Proteus -> how do I get home? 45, Montgomery County

Tuesday

7:10 am

slept super hard but also had super vivid dreams. Mack and I talked about that last night.

She said she had never brought it up. I was a little restless, prob just bc they were constantly opening my door and eventually just stopped closing it.

I’m just trying to let go of control. I don’t want my phone back. I need to talk to someone about the insane anxiety I feel when I think about home back to the real world.

Even just being in my apartment scares me b/c it feels like its full of negative energy. I need to focus on the good when I get out.

I keep thinking about my phone bill and I can’t remember if I paid for internet. Also the maintenance light is still on in my car.

Even though mom and dad are coming today I need to be communicating less w/ outside world. If I really want to be off the grid I need to really b alone with me thoughts and be okay with it.

I kept feeling for my phone throughout the night.

I wonder what the nurses think of me. do I seem different than everyone else?

I keep finding myself trying to relate to the nurses, esp. the young male one (hair) but what am I trying to prove? That I’m not like everyone here?

Newsflash, asshole, I am

(I’m the asshole)

I need a sharper pencil- do you think a lobotomy joke will be appropriate when I request one orr?

I wonder if Prather has texted me. I’m supposed to sub on the 21st.

Yikes

Not looking forward to checking my bank account. I really spent a lot w/out giving a shit. It was freeing but I also haven’t worked in over a week + a half soooooo.

On homesickness is so dramatic but I love it. Makes me think of Taylor. (bc home, not the drama)

Also I think I’m getting fucking sick. Or, according to Lula (Flula) in 19, I’m getting hospital cooties.

7:27 am

I’m in TV room w/ singer. I asked what we’re watching and she said “some kind of cartoon”. She’s not screaming which is awesome. I’m going to read Wuthering Heights.

Almost 8

Called dad and asked him to bring me a pair of readers since my eyes hurt. Nice nurse #2 is here again. She’s blonde. I haven’t seen Maria again. Met another nurse too. She was young. Also there’s a fake nurse (fake nurses are in teal, like hair, and he real ones are in blue) who I def. know. Cant figure out from where, maybe high school? Either way, not cool with it. Also, they sharpened my pencil.

TIME TBD

Having a hard time focusing on reading. My eyes hut.

I don’t like waiting around.

Is it petty to point out inconsistencies in the rules? There’s different info on different sheets in the packet they gave us. Makes me wonder how closely these patients are reading it. Its all petty though, like whether or not we should take 5 or 10 minutes to use the phone or how many visitors we can have at a time.

I know myself too well, ill be bringing it up. I’m going to check on breakfast.

8:30ish

breakfast was sub par. Sat alone. New girl, sat w/ double lasagna. She only wanted milk so homeboy asked if he could eat hers! Has he learned nothing?? I ate pretty quick; I think I need to go back to sleep. I feel weird.

Time-?

Dr.?? (nice psychiatrist) came in and we talked. Started fine but I got really upset b/c of how much I feel like garbage and I don’t now if I want to be here. But also I don’t want to go back to the real world. She left and I went to go get a visteral 25 mg b/c I’m so upset. They gave it to me and when I got back to my room I 100% had a panic attack.

I felt like I was a kid again. Maybe its b/c I’m here but I’ve never been sure that what it was until now. They happened a lot as a kid and usually ended in my mom holding me and saying everything’s ok. Its so hard not having that now. I left my room and the med student from Sunday was in the hall and he came and talked to me until I calmed down.

With talking to them I finally feel like I’ve been able to verbalize how anxious I feel here along with how I feel about leaving. I just need to rest my eyes for right now, but when I’m up I need to write down what Dr. B said about when I get out.

I miss my parents.

Time unknown

Honestly can’t remember what happened next.

Social worker came in, she’s lovely. Talked a bit then I kept resting.

She gave me some info on how to stay grounded during a panic attack.

Then I think I went to the rec room to do a puzzle but then religion group started. I stuck around but then little dr came to get me and asked if I would meet with big table of doctors even though I hate it.

I did it but it made me upset again. They said they would come talk to me but they haven’t.

I fell asleep again then not Maria nurse came to tell me they’re gonna give me more adavan once my visteral wears off. Fell back asleep then got a drink/ate lunch.

My puzzle got hijacked so I brought a new one into my room. I hit a wall so I stopped to write all this down and go find out what they talked about it my meeting.

I think its around 1 pm.

2pm

Sat and watched how I met your mother for a little. Started crying. Asked a nurse when I was gonna get talked to when little doc came up. they gave me an adavan and now I’m waiting for him to come talk to me. the maid is making up Shauna’s old bed while I sit and cry. Very awk.

I don’t know why I keep crying. I just feel like I’m going to keep having these attacks. I feel so hopeless.

Still sitting here crying. Still no doctor.

My name is Abigail and I am safe. I am in the present and I am safe.

~505

lil doc came to talk to me and I got upset. I don’t understand what my next move is.

Just slept pretty hard until now then got dinner. Going back to sleep is very tempting.

I think I’m allowed another pill. What’s the point?

6:50 pm

I honestly don’t know what I’ve been doing since after dinner. I’ve been doing the puzzle in the TV room. I’ve been watching the office. I asked nice nurse if I could have another pill but she’s pretty sure she cane until its time for bed. My anxiety is pretty high right now my parents will be here in like an hour.

7 pm

officially been hoarding pencils. They say I can have an atavan at 10 pm for bed, but they gave me a V. im wondering if that’s going to help me sleep. They’re going to put me on abilify on top of my startera. I’m hoping they’ll give me some of this visteril to take home in case I start to freak.

Decided that in order to help me not get stressed I want someone to take my phone and ask me one by one about who texted/called/emailed and help me deal with it. Same w/ my bank statement.

I want to say I feel better, but I don’t know. Its just all a blur.

I want to see m parents so I can find out what the move is when I get out. Maybe a meeting with Andrea and social working and one of them would be cool.

I don’t want to get out after Taylor leaves. Fuck.

Double lasagna and biter left.

* is still here, and fake Abby is MIA.

New girl who I don’t know

New guy Brandon- wears vans

And tad who Mack warned me about. Apparently he called 911 on the nurses from the phones.

Bold move.

Fake Abby and I are friends. I think she’s lonely, I know she wants to be my roommate, but I can’t deal with that.

Now I just kill time until mom gets here.

930 ish?

Mom and dad came and I feel a bit better. Mom and I did our crossword puzzle and dad and I figured out grad school. I also had him assure me I don’t need to worry about $ right now.

I asked for a pen but they said no. but I STOLE ONE FROM MY DAD!!

Honestly its low on ink but just having it feels great.

Just called my mom and said goodnight to Mack. I feel ok. Mostly just shook b/c of how much of a dream this all feels like. But I’m ok. Time to crossword and eat my poptart like the star patient I am. And I’m gonna do it in god damn pen!

Goals for tomorrow-

- track when all meds taken

- get better at checking time

8am

slept like shit. But I think I might go home today?! I’m sick so my head fucking hurts. I dontknow what to think. I just want to sleep in my own bed.

11am

talked to dr. B + some of the team and I think I’ll just stay another night. It was hard for me to think of what I wanted to b/c I just woke up. but she made a good point that if I’m sick and drowsy it could be good to stay since they’ll change the time I get the abilify. I don’t know. Just very tired.

1109

Watching fresh prince. Thought there was gonna be group in here, but so far nothing. Fuck this.

Fake Abby told shirt he looks like Carlton and no shit he kind of does. He deadass did the dance while he was walking out. He thinks side burns were cool. Now singer is singing Elvis songs.

Newer girl is even scarier she’s very touchy. Seems like she doesn’t listen.

singer is standing directly in front of the tv. She threatened to fire the nurse that told her to stop.

Shirt is leaving today.

New girl just came in and snatched the stuff out of singer’s hands and then tried to talk to everyone. Now singer is out for blood. New girl is wild.

1140

going to lay in bed until lunch.

~12

slept a little until lunch. Hamburger and a coke.

I’m def staying another night. Thinking of some ideas for pickup since I need someone to go back to my apt w/ me.

I think that’s the move. And then if its horrible I can try to stay somewhere else. I’m thinking of asking my sisters. Idk. Might call some of them now.

I’m really just waiting to get something for my cough.

215

just slept super hard

even denied taking my cough meds so I could sleep more

I finally got into the rec room and unsurprisingly it was a disappointment.

Couldn’t find macks mark so I left.

Gonna go try to get more crossword

255

just called Chelsea, she said she would try to come over after work/talk to liv about doing the same. I just want to take a real shower.

Crazy Tad just said hi to me.

New girl (maid) is asleep sitting up, we’re watching that 70’s show.

My shirt smells like Keenan.

Also its almost snack!

Hmmmmm 4?

took a shower after smashing a poptart. The sheets they gave me to use as a bathmat smells like actual piss and shit- maybe I shouldn’t have wrapped myself in it.

A little before 5

Slept again. Got woken up for dinner. It was ok. God I’m so fucking tired.

I’m glad I’m writing everything down b/c its all such a blur.

Cant remember if I already wrong down that I talked to chels. I want help meal prepping and doing some laundry. Also someone to sleep over. I want my own bed, but I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want my phone. I don’t know what good anyone can do me right now until my meds get figured out. I don’t know!!

I met my new nurse, DD, who said I’m taking my abilify in an hour. Then I want my sleeping pills so I can konk out, ugh.

Time to lay down. Again.

I think I fell asleep again?

Went to get my abilify around 615. Panic attack happened again.

I can’t stop crying and I don’t want to be here anymore w/out talking to someone about all my regrets.

I think more than anything I’m really disappointed with how this whole thing is going down.

Just want to stop crying.

830 pm

calmed down. Kind of okay w/ leaving but also so anxious.

844

Singer has 12 different personalities.

About to go ask for my meds/follow up on what’s up w/ the nurse’s research

9ish

Ate a poptart. Nurse was doing meds so she hasn’t looked into anything. Took 2 hydroxizines (50 mg) + a 3 mg melatonin. Called dad, still not a grad student. Very frustrating. Everything sucks but its ok bc I am Abigail Nash and I am safe in the present. I am not in the past. The present. And there are people that love me.

Thursday

- if… because then

- one day at a time

9 am?

Had breakfast, found out I’m going home today.

Called mom + dad, and mom is gonna pick me up around 5

2 more free meals!

Getting a therapist is going to take a minute but I feel ok about it

Nurse Nadine is so sweet.

These people are getting the wildest thank you cards later.

930

I’m going to get a watch

I don’t like not always knowing the time

That fucking short haired nurse came in again and gave me shit for being in my room

Don’t know her name

But I don’t want to

I’m getting out here short haired lady! And I’m pulling out to win!

I’m getting sleepy, fuck

I have like 8 hours to kill

Soooo

Suddenly now that I know I’m getting out I feel like some kind of bubble has been burst and I feel semi normal

Am I really the Angelina Jolie of this place? Not actually Angelina, but her character from Girl Interrupted?

She’s hot in that too, though.

Final thoughts for now- RIP Brittany Murphy.

925

group- only going because nurse Nadine is leading it.

Tad gave a very sweet little speech about his dad

Grabby girl wouldn’t share, she it nuts

But now miss congeniality is on!!

1055

cute rec therapist let me into the rec room. I wrote

SCABZ

In big letters on the table, and made a picture frame. Also played ping pong with grabby. I’m not even going to go into how that went.

Update: grabby thinks I’m her mom

My best gift:

The gift of travel. Travel in the sense of moving, traveling to see a friend, or a friend traveling to see me. travel has allowed me to maintain friendships w/ people I usually wouldn’t. Another gift coming from travel is my best friend, Taylor who traveled to another state for school, where I met her. And the gift of going to visit my best friend in France a few years ago who I’ve known since I was 9.

~~~~ when the party is at it’s best, it’s time to leave the party ~~~~

- Tad’s ex-father-in-law

almost noon

Tad (ok turns out its not the Tad Mack was talking about) said some really good stuff in group and when he was talking about finding balance I said, “like the yin for your yang?” and he did not know what I was really talking about but it fit into the convo really well. So I started to draw him one and when it was over I gave it to him and he was really touched. I feel really good about it. It sucks I’m just now getting to go to group but I think my meds might be working b/c I haven’t gone back to sleep yet.

Also, they said I could keep 19!

I need to get some books together to donate. And some puzzles.

After lunch

Pulled pork. Singer change the channel on TV to cartoons. I see a nap in my future. Also brushing my teeth.

There’s a new kid, he’s gotta be newly 18 b/c he looks young.

Tried playing monopoly w/ Tad, maid, and new guy, but it devolved.

Thought he was cute but he might be nuts (shocker)

I said he was welcome to my books and he looks a mans search for meaning and I’m about to leave so I don’t think im getting it back.

Amanda wrote a nice note in it. That sucks. I gotta stop being so nice.

I asked them to give me a visterile and they did. I should be ready to rock when mom gets here.

430

did more painting- made a weird sign for door knobs. No sign of homeboy + my book. I kind of don’t want to leave, but I refuse to let myself have fomo in a place like this. Idk what the move is for my book. He better be reading it. I don’t want to leave before dinner so he can at least have a chance to say something to me about it.

Tad is really fun to hang out w/. he is really nice. We talked about grounding during panic attacks and he invited me to play monopoly and we talked about how it sucks that we all just started talking to each other but that’s also prob just a sign that the meds are working.

I saw he put my yin yang in the front of his journal. Very sweet.

This isn’t to say he isn’t totally nuts. Also, young guy said my voice reminded me of “stuff” what the fuck.

Grabber called me mom and tried to give me her hand.

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Submitting to the Darkness Part 10 Last Resort

Co-written by @LordshipHalogen, @SinsSecondcomin and @TrezMoor

Lassiter: It took too long for me to pull my head outta my ass and think back to everything I’d been doing before Lash made me his chew toy. The emotional download with Blay, and the attempts to get the trainee Crhis back on track, were just the start, and had proved good distractions for ‘not’ dealing with my own bullshit. But it wasn’t until the males all ventured out for the night, splitting themselves between trainees, the Audience House and fighting, that I realised I’d never heard back from Rehv or Trez as to whether they’d gotten Sloahne back safe and sound.

The ‘oh shit’ moment was accompanied by a lot more cursing as I grabbed a leather jacket and slung it around my shoulders over dark jeans and a dark shirt. The rather drab ensemble was a big change from my usual verve, and I cast the leopard print leggings and gold jewellery a fleeting look before stomping out the door. My hand lifted to muss my now super short hair, compared to the ass brushing length it had been before, and I waved Fritz off as I got to the entryway.

“I’ll be back, Fritz. I got some business to attend to. If the Brothers ask, I went for a fly. Y’know. Clear my head.”

Aha. Bullshit. I wasn’t itching to summon my wings any time soon. I was ready to settle for basic dematerialisation and be done with it, which is exactly what I did, ghosting my ass down to the club and making my way past the bouncers in a beeline to the back rooms. Reaching Rehv’s office, I hoped like all fuck the male was actually in as I knocked, but the night was young, and if the symphath was going to start off anywhere, it would most likely be here.

Rehv: - I hated wild goose chases, that's what this fucking week has been; Vishous had given me half a dozen addresses for Drake Romera. We had checked out four of them so far and none of them had panned out for us. We were going to do one more tonight, than I had to head to the colony tomorrow for a day to set things in proper running order there. When I returned we would tackle the last address assuming this one flat lined like the rest of them.

I had also been keeping my ear to the ground with the Glymera and their circles, it was proving more difficult than one desired a hunt to be. This abduction struck sour grapes with us all, it left a foul taste in our mouth as memories of Xhex’s abduction kept running through my head.

The sound of knocks upon my door was irritating me like rubbing salt into an open festering wound. I nod for Trez to answer the door, he was more of the people person than I was; I was likely to shoot who ever was on the other side of the door, friend or foe and ask questions later.-

Trez: It was a rough one and I could see Rehv was feeling it. Hell, we were all feeling it. The search was real. Rehv gestured for me to get the door. I thought it was a good idea as well knowing how he is.

I opened the door without speaking. I knew once I got close enough who was behind it. “What's good, Lass. Rehv is not in the best of moods, but he's here. Come on in”, I said. I moved back to where I was chillin’ out at in the corner.

Lassiter: Stepping past the Shadow, I moved into the room and picked a spot to stand where I could keep them both in my line of sight. Not because I didn’t trust them, mind, but because I was such a jumpy fuck these days the last thing I needed was them seeing how emotionally un-fucking-stable I was. Being in the company of a Shadow and a Symphath was hard enough on the best of days, and my mental shields were high and locked in place as I flicked a glance between them both.

“That good huh? Gonna assume that in my absence, y’all haven’t found her yet.”

Please, Creator, let her be alive.

“Where we at then?”

I looked to Rehv when I asked, sensing his frustration and anger more clearly than anything else. With any luck he wasn’t going to bite ‘my’ head off, but hey, my luck had proven me wrong before.

Rehv: -Running my hand through my hair, I look up to see Lassiter settling himself into a nook; looking as if the Brothers had finally decided to use him as a living target, then a door mat.

Without a doubt he had a rough week, one that I could relate too. These past few weeks were hell without the fucking hand basket.

I shook my head as he asked his question, I wasn't a fan of the answer I had to lay at his feet. Me the one male that lived his life in the shadows and by the very sins others coveted, craved, and sometimes fought to escape; had to tell him I was turning up nothing but dead ends.

Short of unleashing an entire colony of symphaths upon the glymera to find this single rat bastard, I was close to running out of fucking ideas.-

“I called Vishous, he gave me a bunch of addresses for this assshat Drake Romera; I've checked all of them but two. So far not one fucking clue to where she is … I'm hitting one place tonight and another tomorrow if tonight doesn't turn anything up.

Seriously I'm nearing the end of the road, and there is nothing but cliff edge left and a million foot drop. I've even contemplated unleashing my army of sinners on the city in order to find this bastard, iAm even cheerfully volunteered the Shadow encampments aide in taking this God forsaken city a part one grain of sand at a time …”

Lassiter: I winced at the suggestion - not because I was particularly adverse to help from the sin eaters or the Shadows, but because ripping the city apart seemed like the fastest way to take this shitstorm out of the teacup and and make it a big ass, whole kitchen kinda problem.

“I’m in on the search then,” I replied firmly, even if my voice lacked its usual spark. “Wherever you’re going tonight, I’m coming. And fuck, we’re not bound by daylight with me around, so if we need I can check the other one during the day.”

I didn’t bother saying what would happen if I /did/ happen to find them in the daylight, with no backup. We’d deal with that shitshow if/when it happened, frankly. One problem at a motherfucking time. And if I didn’t find her? Fuck. I didn’t want to think about that either.

“Might also be time to bring in help other than your intended city destroyers,” I add wryly. “I have a friend, he’s on the edge of the Glymera, and the edge of all the things you love that go bump in the night, Rehv. He could offer up new perspective, or fuck, just give us help. I’m ready to ask just about anyone on this to get our girl back,” I admitted, uncrossing my arms and clenching my fists repeatedly. “If we get nothing tonight … I wanna bring him in.”

Trez: I could feel the urgency in Lass’s voice. I continued to listen to he and Rehv discuss the matter before I interjected. “Lass, my brother and I have no problem searching with you during the day. As you know, we are not bound by night. Maybe we can keep you sane as we search so to speak. We will make sure we are thorough, dotting every ‘I’ and crossing every ‘T’. That cool with you?”

I looked to both Rehv and Lass as I asked the question. I knew we all had our way of doing things and sometimes working together forced us to compromise with each other’s methods. In a situation like this, it was easy to get riled up so it was best we worked hard on the team work.

Lassiter: Glancing to the Shadow as he spoke, I felt a flare of relief and gratitude, thankful the male had offered at all, considering how much other shit these two had to deal with. With a short nod, I managed a faint smile, wishing I could get it to my eyes for a little glow.

“Thanks Trez. Yeah, that’d be sweet. If we could check off the other one in daylight it gives us an advantage over this Romera fucker if he is there.”

Looking back to Rehv, I arched a brow and managed to keep my voice even as I folded my arms.

“That cool with you?”

Rehv: -Nodding as they both spitball their ideas, but the hell if I was going to let them think I was staying home waiting for word of progress. No that theory was gonna have to be nipped in the bud, they were however on the right track with the day searches.

Scrubbing my face with one of my hands I point to a little bar set up, in the opposite corner of Lass; if the angel insisted on coming into my establishments looking like a five cent whore and a street bum just worked the last three minutes to spew his ass out, the least I could do was offer him a drink to take the edge off and add a bit more of the human qualities back into his diet.-

“Help yourself to a drink Angel, but you two shouldn't take liberties in thinking your asses will be going alone to check out the last place; my business in the colony should be over with by early morning. We can hit the last place around noon … the sun should be at its highest leaving our new friend at a most grievous disadvantage.

Make no mistake we're all equally invested in getting our girl back, so none of us want to be sitting in the sidelines if we find her; and if Lady Luck smiles upon us him as well …”

Trez: As Rehv spoke, I nodded in agreement. “True. I’m down with that plan. I’ll get #iAm on board as to what’s going on and we can get moving”. I looked back over to Rehv. “Anything else you want the Shadows to look into before hand?”

Lassiter: Glancing over to where Rehv had indicated, my spirits lifted at the sight of spirits. Oh, the irony. Making a beeline for the beverages, I took the Goose off the counter and poured myself a generous measure, holding up the bottle by way of offer to the other two males as they spoke.

Let it be known, alcohol does ‘not’ solve anyone’s problems. It does, however, let you forget you have any problems until a much later time, and that was perfectly fine by me as I tipped the glass back and swallowed down the burn.

“Right, well, maybe I should use the time between now and then to figure out a wardrobe and arm myself appropriately,” I added dryly, my pupiless eyes flitting between the pair. “Any suggestions? I was thinking hot pink with a splash of leopard print. In case a distraction is needed, cause let’s face it, I’m pretty distracting … anything else you lot want to do now?”

Trying for my usual sass felt a little more normal, even if the situation and circumstances were anything but. Some days you take what you can get.

Rehv: -Picking up my dagger shaped letter opener, I twirl it between my fingers as I reflect on what I should do; sometimes it was a pain in the ass to be off the dopamine. The damn stuff gave me a clear mind and a bit of a conscience, whereas being off the shit let out a creature all should fear; that creature didn't have morals or limitations of how far it would go to get what it desired.

If I had still been on the shit, I might have considered getting Wrath and his merry band of chest thumpers to aide in looking for Sloahne; unfortunately I wasn't and I wouldn't be looking for their help just yet. The time for quiet reflection was over, the urge to make noise and a big show of things was growing quickly within me.-

“We'll load up on the spirits and weapons then we can move out to our first address, let's just try not to get our hopes up too much. If we do find this bastard, we can hang his ass up in the middle of #ZeroSum and take turns hitting him like a fucking piñata.”

Lassiter: And didn’t that give me something to look forward to. I might not have been able to get my hands on Lash but eviscerating this Romera fucker was going to have to come in a close second. Assuming Sloahne didn’t want the pleasure all for herself. Some things you just had to gift to others. Especially when it was theirs.

“I’ll get ready and meet you guys later,” I said into the quiet, turning on my heel and making for the door. “We’re gonna find her.” Cause frankly, any other option wasn’t worth considering. “And you can take the first swing with the stick, Rehv.”

#SubmittingToTheDarkness #Part10 #LastResort #SaintsNSinners #BDB #SASBDB

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