#episode 4 was pure fluff and i died
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Sunshine to the Moon
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PART 4 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.
WC: 4.2k | Synopsis: Slice of Life, another night after closing shop. Your Café has gotten busier thanks to that Skz-Code Episode filmed there finally being released. Tonight however, Chris is here to brighten the night. This is the first time you both admit to loving each other by the way - but it’s cute I promise.
Notes: FLUFF, Angst (if you squint, and I mean really squint), Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, Barista!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Cringe Cringe-Cheesy-Corny-Slight Suggestiveness-Insufferable Flirt (Thanks Chris), Shirtless!Chan (IT’S BED TIME), Swearing, Pet Names Used (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Sweetie, Love), Kisses (Duh)
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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - NOT MENTIONED IN THIS PARTICULAR FIC
PART 4
!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!
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It’s been another tiring day. Perhaps even more chaotic than ever before. Chris had given you warning, but JYPE had only just released the Skz Code Episode that they filmed ages ago here. Chris had argued to have it released at a later date, to protect your privacy and give you more time to live normally before things suddenly changed.
He was right of course, with Stay’s being the detectives they are, and Stray Kids being the famous idols they are, your Café was soon discovered, and before long you had a stream of customers flowing in and out practically around the clock. They’d take photos where the members sat, ask if they left messages around the place, ask you so many questions about them that you didn’t feel you had the right to answer.
Even with Ashley by your side, doing her best to help keep the business afloat on a daily basis things were strained. You’ve just recently set up an application process for new employees because dear lord, you needed them. Ashley even suggested adjusting your usual policy, which you were hesitant to do at first, but eventually caved at the exhaustion evident in your poor, younger friend and employee.
Customers were no longer allowed to stay overnight, and you closed at 11pm rather than 1am now. It was perhaps your least favourite thing to do – going around to wake up sleeping customers when it was time to close shop. Chris was right, Ashley is bright… and awfully considerate. She even considered that it’d be beneficial for your relationship with Chris, closing shop early, so you can spend more time together when he’s here.
Naturally, Chris can no longer help you at the coffee machine, even if he wears a full disguise, Stay’s would recognise him immediately. Whenever he visits, he can’t do much except lounge around in your upstairs apartment. It pains you to have to lock him up, but both of you know you can’t risk a scandal. Previously, Ashley would be able to hold the fort, allowing you and Chris to escape out on a little date, but not now… now you’re too busy to leave Ash by herself. You really really need new employees. Preferably people who aren’t Stay’s… so you can explain your relationship with Chris and not have them leak any information.
This… this is too much.
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You sigh and rest your forehead on the cold glass of the window. You’re meant to be pulling down the shutters, having finally kicked James out of your Café. As per usual, he was asking too many questions, wondering why you’re suddenly so busy. He asked you out again the other day, and you finally snapped. You told him, straight and clear, that you were taken. In hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea, because he now spends a lot of his time asking you who you’re dating; of course, you can’t tell him.
A pitiful groan rumbles through your throat, and you try to quell the hurricane of thoughts swirling incessantly in your mind. The chill of the glass is a small reprieve, but it still hurts to think.
“Jagiya… baby, are you okay?” someone calls out to you. Your heart leaps into your throat at the endearment, and you muster the energy to spin yourself around, eyes lazily falling onto the man standing at the bottom of the staircase, his face distorted in concern.
“Another boring day for you, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, Chris,” you murmur, dragging yourself towards him with your head drooping. He meets you halfway, immediately pulling you into a tight embrace and placing an affectionate kiss on the top of your head, “Sweetie it’s okay. I’m perfectly happy to work on our songs all day.”
You sigh into his shirt and twist the fabric in your hands desperately, your heart aching, “You might be but I’m not…” you pull away so you can see his face and pout sadly, “You’re meant to be here on break, not working away.”
His soft smile causes your heart to melt, the ache only intensifying after he pecks your nose with a delicate kiss, “Jagi. You’re working, so why can’t I?”
You frown at him and lightly thump your forehead into his chest several times, frustrated, “We both shouldn’t be working.” His hand drifts up to knot itself in your hair, stopping your actions, “Shhh shh, don’t be like that baby.”
You grumble and pull away from him properly, but not before he swoops in to kiss your cheek.
“It isn’t so bad… once you finish closing up we can hang out, yeah?” his eyes are sparkling mischievously, and you sigh in resignation, knowing that he’s right. You turn to finish closing the shutters, and Chris continues to talk, “Besides, I’m the one who should be apologising…”
The shutter hits the ground with a little click, “Why?”
“If I hadn’t asked to film that episode here your business would never have gotten this busy,” he frowns, absently fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie.
You swivel on your heel and stalk up to him, “Don’t-” you lightly pinch his arm, “-you say that. Ever.”
Chris smiles shyly down at you, his gaze sorrowful, guilty. You shake your head at him, grab his wrist and tug him along up the stairs, “Come on, you go wash up and I’ll whip up a late dinner, if you haven’t eaten already.”
Chris pushes ahead of you suddenly, opening your apartment door with an elegant twist of the door handle, “There’s no need baby, dinner’s in the fridge. I’ll heat your share up for you.”
You blink at him in confusion, but he merely grins back at you.
“You… cooked me dinner?”
Chris snatches at your waist and pulls you in for a swift kiss, stunning you, “Anything to make your life easier.”
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After half an hour of arguing with Chris about why he shouldn’t have cooked dinner for you (in which you only shut up after he physically shoved food into your mouth), you’re now sitting comfortably in your bed, blankets pulled over your knees, as your eyes skim the page of the book you’re reading. Chris insisted you wash up first, so you’re currently waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom.
“Tomorrow’s Wednesday isn’t it?” He asks, emerging from the bathroom in only his boxers. Your eyes briefly flicker from your book to the defined lines of his abs, before you return to nonchalantly reading, “Yeah. Café’s closed tomorrow.”
“You can look longer you know,” Chris grins, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Shut up,” you grumble back, turning to the next page of your book.
Chris giggles happily and crawls into the bed next to you, his arms immediately taking residence around your waist despite you sitting upright.
“Mmh you smell good,” he mumbles, and you spare him a glance. His nose is buried in your shirt, his hair askew over his eyes. Carefully, you brush the curls away, and he snuggles even closer, “I just showered.”
Chris’ voice comes out muffled, “Okay and? I just showered and I don’t smell as good as you.”
This elicits a small chuckle from you, “Maybe you should start using my products then.”
He inhales obnoxiously and then sighs in content, “I think I will.”
“Chris, I’ll be back, I've got to turn the lights off,” you murmur, massaging his scalp briefly. He only tightens his hold on you, a little whine escaping, “No. You stay.”
“Baby let me go please.”
“No.”
“You literally left them on.”
Chris sighs and rolls away from you, his displeasure evident on his face, “Fineeee.”
You roll your eyes at him and pad over to the bathroom, hyper aware of your boyfriend watching your every movement. He sits up as you amble over to turn off the light for the bedroom, your thumb holding the current page in the book you’re reading. Finally, in the darkness, you fumble around for the lamp beside your bed so you can continue reading for a little longer. Its warm glow reveals Chris still watching you, a half-smile, half-smirk plastered on his face.
As you crawl back into bed and try to get comfortable, Chris chuckles and leans his head back onto the headboard, “You might as well call me that lamp,” he begins, eyes boring into the ceiling as though something fascinating was up there.
“Why…?” you pause, preparing yourself for the inevitable joke you’re about to hear. Chris grins evilly, and tilts his head towards you lazily, “Because you turn me on.”
You hiss and make to whack him on the head with your book, but his reflexes kick in and he swiftly grabs your wrist.
“Oh I knew you were going to do that,” he laughs, leaning over so he can kiss a trail of warmth down your trapped arm. Your eyes are wide as he grins sinfully up at you, his tongue poking his cheek playfully.
“Go to bed you little shit,” you gripe, yanking your wrist away from him and turning the lamp off in a rash decision.
At least he can’t see the crimson blush on your face now.
“Awh… you don’t want to read anymore?” he mocks, his arms finding home around your waist again, pulling you in close so he’s spooning you, his breath tickling the back of your neck.
“Nope. We’re sleeping now,” you demand, linking one of your hands with one of his that’s on your stomach.
The pair of you settle into silence, your mind drifting off into haze at the steady sound of Chris’ breathing, the rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back. You’ve been absently tracing his knuckles, trying to memorise the specific rise and fall of each, and the spacing between them. After a while, you stop, not because you want to, but because your mind has fallen deep into that state of fuzziness between almost falling asleep and being barely conscious.
“Is it possible to get… water hungry?” Chris murmurs, dragging you out of your semi-slumber.
“Hmm?” you croak, as Chris adoringly rubs his nose on the back of your neck, making you shiver. You can feel him grin at your reaction, and you’re half tempted to shove him away from you so you can sleep in peace.
“Water hungry. Is that a thing?” he repeats, and the question properly registers in your brain.
You frown and shimmy yourself around, so your noses are now touching. Your eyebrows are furrowed as you squint to try and see his eyes in the darkness, “Do you mean thirsty?”
A small smile cracks onto your face when Chris inhales sharply and stops breathing. After a loud silence, he makes a noise of embarrassment, and you giggle lightly.
“I think I’m tired,” he whispers, trying to inch himself even closer to you.
“Then go to sleep,” you scoff, closing your eyes again.
“Can’t,” he bites back.
“Why not?”
“You’re not hugging me,” Chris’ leg shifts to tangle itself in between yours, and after another little giggle, you wrap your arms around his waist, resuming your soothing rubs on his back this time.
“Your hands are cold,” he complains against your lips.
“Then put on a damn shirt.”
“Awh but you like it when I’m not wearing one.”
Stomach swooping, you blow sharply on his face in feigned annoyance, causing him to draw back slightly with a laugh.
“Go to fucking sleep,” you say once more, because clearly he didn’t understand you the first time.
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Later on in the night, the bathroom summons you, and with a quiet grumble, you roll yourself out of bed. Thankfully, Chris has drifted over to his side of the bed in his sleep and doesn’t have himself tangled around you. Carefully, you click on your lamp and tiptoe to use the toilet.
When you’re done, you decide you don’t really want to go back to bed yet. Instead, you crawl over to sit cross-legged on the floor, analysing your boyfriend’s face in the half-light of the room. He’s snoring gently, his lips slightly parted. Your heart softens at the way his cheek is squished up against his arm, strands of his curly hair clinging adorably to his forehead.
You hoist yourself up onto your knees and brush the strands back, heart swelling as your gratitude for his existence threatens to tumble out of your mouth. No, you must stay quiet. Don’t wake him, he needs to sleep. You’re still stroking his hair back softly, your thumb brushing his forehead delicately when his snoring stops.
You gulp and pull away from him, hurrying back around the bed so you can crawl back under the covers, Chris’ back to you. Still, you don’t turn the lamp off, not entirely finished with admiring him, even from behind. His back is slightly exposed to you after you had pulled the covers down to get out of bed, and you make no move to hide it again.
It’s in this moment, smiling gently at his figure, your heart full to the brim, that you realise it all over again. He’s yours. You’re his. You’d die for this man. You’d play limbo with the devil just to crawl your way back up to him. You’d pledge your life to counting the stars if he so asked. It doesn’t matter that it would take forever, because your forever lies within him.
You shuffle closer, and after a brief hesitation, begin to happily trace the lines of his back muscles, relishing in the softness of his skin. You pause, checking to make sure he’s still sleeping, and then continue your drawing motions. You’re lost in thought, thinking about where you could possibly take him out to tomorrow because you’re finally free. Your gaze is watching your fingers absently move, but you’re not really paying attention. It’s after a minute of repeating the same action that you realise what you’ve done.
Subconsciously, you’ve been writing the same words over and over on his back. You stop, fingers ghosting his skin, and swallow. Then one more time, confirming it for yourself, you rewrite the same words.
I Love You
You do. You love him. You love- you love him. This sudden understanding causes you to gasp slightly, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You trace the lines again, a little faster this time, fully picturing the words on his back.
Chris abruptly rolls over, his eyes immediately boring into yours, and your hand snaps up to your mouth in an attempt to stifle your surprise. He’s smiling softly, eyes crinkling in delight.vSlowly, he reaches for the hand covering your mouth, opening your palm out to him. With a single finger, he lightly traces your palm, and you realise almost instantly that he’s writing letters, one by one.
He's nibbling his bottom lip slightly in concentration, and when he finishes, his eyes flicker back up to you. You know of course, exactly what he’s written there, each stroke of his finger sending the letters jolting towards your heart. You had just spent the past few minutes writing the exact same thing on his back. You’re still silent though, trying to process, mind whirring faster than it ever has before. Chris takes your silence as confusion and begins to write the words again, as gentle as the first time.
He's halfway through writing “love” when you slip your wrist out from his hand and promptly bury your face into his chest, hands snaking around his back tightly.
“Are you serious?” you whisper, curling up on yourself, face burning.
“Are you?” he whispers back, caressing the back of your head. You pull away from him and sit up, eyes wide with shock. He stares right back at you, waiting for your answer, his dark eyes searching yours. You lean down and peck his forehead, “I love you,” then his right cheek, “I love you,” his nose, “I love you,” his chin.
You kiss him everywhere you can possibly reach from his shoulders up, avoiding his lips for whatever instinctive reason, repeating those same words over and over again, a mantra.
Your actions reduce Chris to a mess of giggles and happy laughs, “Okay, okay, okay!”
He grabs the back of your head and roughly pulls you in for a real kiss, but his lips are soft against yours, tender. When you pull away, your lips still linger, and it is like this that you feel and hear him say the disastrous words back, “I love you too.”
Your laugh comes out as a breathy giggle, and suddenly you’re kissing him again, everywhere you can.
“Baby, baby,” he laughs, “Stop it.”
But you can’t. You literally, physically can’t. Somehow you’ve managed to crawl on top of him, straddling his bare chest. Chris grabs your shoulders and pushes you up, grinning at you from below, “Since when were you this affectionate?” he coos, hands sliding over to cup your face and squish your cheeks. You roll your eyes at him and press on his chest lightly, again, feigning annoyance.
“You’re adorable,” he murmurs with a dopey expression, “My love is adorable.”
“Shut up,” you whine, collapsing on top of him and hiding in his neck.
My love. My love. My fucking love.
“I love you. So much. And you love me back,” Chris laughs, wrapping his arms securely around you, “Wow! You love me back. Wow… This is the best day of my life.”
“I said shut up,” you grumble.
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You wake in the darkness, mind immediately tracking back to your moment of “I love you’s” earlier, butterflies swirling intensely in your stomach. Then you realise the reason you’ve woken up in the dead of night again, is because Chris isn’t sleeping with his arms around you. You roll over and find him sitting up in bed, his headphones snug around his ears, forehead creased in concentration as he clicks away on his laptop. You sit up and place your chin on his shoulder, staring at him with googly eyes.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Chris mumbles, turning his head slightly.
“What’re you doing awake?” you ask, carefully slipping the headphones off his head to rest around his neck.
“Mmh… inspiration struck me, so I wrote a new song,” his eyes haven’t left his computer screen, even without his headphones on he continues to work.
“Chris it’s 2am,” you sigh, taking over the touchpad to check the time in the top right hand corner, “go back to sleep, love.”
He inhales sharply and fully turns towards you, a slow grin emerging, “You see, that is exactly why I cannot sleep.”
You blink at him in confusion, and he elaborates, “You can’t just brush my hair out of my face, spend the next five minutes writing ‘I love you’ over and over again on my back, pepper me with a billion kisses, and then expect me to sleep.”
You grin shyly at him, your head drooping, “Now you’re just making me feel bad because I fell asleep.”
“No. No that is not what I-”
You interrupt him by reaching over and sliding his computer out of his hands. Carefully, you hit the command to save his work, eyes briefly skimming over the saved title ‘For My Love’.
“You were inspired to write a song for me?” you chuckle, closing the laptop and removing his headphones from his neck.
Carefully, you place them both on your bedside table, and grope around to pull him down into the bed. You can tell by how warm his face is when you press close that he’s blushing.
“So what if I was?” he asks.
“So… I think you’re really cute, but your love wants you to get more sleep,” you giggle, pulling his head underneath your chin.
“Okay…” he mumbles, breath growing laboured with sleep.
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Chris wakes with his nose buried in your hair, and he immediately grins. He abandons your warmth to grab his phone and check the time. It’s just past 9am, you both should really get up and get going, but he doesn’t particularly feel like it. You roll onto your back in your sleep, and a mischievous glint catches his eye when he notices your shirt hike up a little, revealing your bare stomach.
Chris swiftly scampers into the adjacent office, plucks a random marker from your desk, and then carefully crawls back onto the bed, doing his best to not wake you. He lifts your shirt up a little higher, then with his tongue sticking out, uncaps the marker and writes the message ‘Chris was here!!’ on your stomach, complete with his little dino-worm drawing.
Just as he’s finishing up, you groan and your eyes flutter open, noting the sharp prod of something on your stomach. In a second however, it disappears, and Chris has crawled on top of you. He moves to kiss your cheek, but still hazy with sleep, you don’t register what he’s doing and accidentally move your head.
What was meant to be a wholesome good morning peck turns into a surprising peck on the lips. You stare at him with wide eyes, and his cheeks immediately bloom red. You grin at how embarrassed he is and lean up to give him a legitimate kiss good morning. You’re both grinning like idiots now, and you’ve completely forgotten about whatever it was that Chris was doing on your stomach earlier.
Exactly Chris’ plan. Distraction… successful.
“Good morning sunshine…” he happily chirps, the familiar endearment causing you to smile happily. This time though, you have an idea.
“Good morning moonlight,” your smile intensifies as Chris pauses, stunned, and you wriggle your way into a seated position, forcing him to do the same.
“Moonlight?” he questions, his voice cracking slightly in the early morning.
“Yeah. Moonlight. ‘Cause even in the darkness you still shine.”
Chris blinks at you, then after a second, grabs your arm to pull you into his lap, “Okay sure,” he pecks the top of your head, a favourite action of his, “but you got one thing wrong. If you’re my sunshine and I’m your moonlight… then I shine because you do.”
You laugh and let Chris drag you both under the blankets again, hugging you tightly as if his life depended on it. After a minute of tranquil silence, you yawn, stretch and move to get up and out of bed. Chris doesn't crack open an eye as he grabs your head and forces you back down into the pillow, causing you to yelp.
“Chris! We’ve got to get up now,” you chide, pushing yourself back up and glaring at him. He’s smirking cheekily but his eyes are still closed, and you shake your head at him, “C’mon.”
"Who says we have to get up?” he asks, finally staring back at you.
“I do.” You demand, and a little staring contest is initiated, neither of you blinking. Chris begins to pull faces and tease you, but you refuse to give in to his antics.
“Okay fine fine,” he relents, “I’m getting up. But come here first.”
You raise your eyebrows at him.
“Please,” he adds with a tiny nod. Bewildered, you shuffle over to him, only to scream in shock when he swiftly grabs your shirt and pulls it up over your head. The act is so out of the blue, and he’s unnecessarily strong that you can’t do anything about it. He runs off with your shirt and you curse, chasing him out of the bedroom and into the lounge room.
Chris grins like a mad man, sticking his tongue out at you from the other side of the couch.
“Give me my shirt you fucking rascal,” you spit, but you’re grinning just as hard.
“Come and get it,” he teases, waving it around like it’s a flag. You move to one side of the couch, and he moves to the other. You both run in circles around the couch, giggling and yelling. Eventually, out of breath and panting, Chris laughing his heart out with his hands resting on his knees, you decide that this game should come to an end. While he’s occupied, you leap over the top of the couch and tackle him to the ground.
“Oh shit-” Chris wheezes as you wrangle your shirt out of his fist. You’re about to put it back on, when Chris sits up and stops you, struggling to talk properly through his laughter, “Hang on, babe wait. Look down.”
You do, your arms up in the air, halfway through the sleeves of your shirt. It takes you a moment to read his little message, and then with a yell, you use your shirt to whack him repeatedly.
His laughter doesn’t cease even after he’s pulled you on top of him to stop your playful, indignant hits.
“God I love you,” he chokes out, resting his head back onto the floor, “Don’t rub it off, leave it there for the rest of today.”
“I love you too, but I can’t leave it there, what if people see?”
“Who’s going to see it underneath your shirt?”
“What if I wanted to wear something cropped today?”
“Then wear something cropped. Let the whole world know who you belong to.”
“Chris. You know I can’t do that.”
“Mmh but I want the whole world to know.”
“Christopher.”
“Fine fineeeee, okayyyyy. Just don’t wear anything cropped then. Want one of my hoodies?”
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I have recently started Balance Unlimited I'm on episode 7 now
These to mfs are the epitomy of enemies to friends to lovers and I am here for it
#daiharu#balance unlimited#balance unlimited daisuke#daisuke kambe#haru katō#suzue kambe#fugou keiji balance: unlimited#fugou keiji daisuke#fugou keji#man these two need to get together asap#episode 4 was pure fluff and i died
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Subtitles: Episode 4, We Interrupt This Program
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Summary: [Y/N] is still recovering from one of the worst migraines they’ve ever had and they have the scars to prove it… Wait. Those scars weren’t there before and they certainly weren’t from passing out on the sidewalk a few days prior!
Word count: 9,361
Warnings: Mentions of (not super graphic) death and mental illness. Also Reader being just a little horny on main, but what’s new; almost 9.5k words and they’re simping for most of them. Lots of dorky fluff and also talking about insecurities.
Tag list: @madamevirgo @ravennight41 @multifandomgirl16 @cyanide-mustard @badasspolygenderfriend
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In the black void of otherwise dreamless sleep, voices were conversing.
“[Y/N] [L/N]…” one started.
[Y/N] [L/N]. Age twenty-five. Born to Killian and Alice [L/N] in [city, state] but Dad wasn’t in the picture. No siblings, no living relatives. They wanted to go to school for botany but Mom was diagnosed with early-onset dementia while they were still in high school, so they changed their career path to neurology in hopes of finding a way to help her. She still lives in their hometown.
“Oh, wait,” another voice chimed in, almost indistinguishable from the first, “I know this one. Oh, God.”
[Y/N] was an Honors student, at the top of all their classes. A degree in neurology with phytotoxicology on the side. They took an internship in Europe one year and somehow found themselves in Sokovia. HYDRA was still laying low at the time, caught wind of them.
“Wait,” a third voice, this one easier to differentiate from the other two. “They’re HYDRA?”
The second voice responded, “Former.”
[Y/N] had no idea what they were getting into. HYDRA, always good at hiding in the shadows; they brought [Y/N] in under the guise of an assistant job studying new forms of neural regeneration. A job that paid well enough to live comfortably and even send a little extra home, while developing something that just might solve all their mother’s problems? It was a dream come true.
Fortunately for HYDRA but unfortunately for [Y/N], they were very good at their job too. They helped HYDRA develop all kinds of nasty stuff. Nanobots that changed brain chemistry, near foolproof brainwashing tech— They even helped develop special toxins, one of the world’s deadliest poisons. All the while, thinking they were doing something good.
“How is that possible?” the original voice asked. “How could they have been so oblivious?”
“One-track mind?” the second voice offered, “Plus misinformation on HYDRA’s part and ‘routine health checks’ with something a little extra mixed in.”
“They were tested on?”
“A victim of almost everything they’d helped create, except the fatal stuff and anything that would disrupt business as usual. IVs and shots full of toxins, nanobots being released into their room while they slept.”
The third asked, “What changed?”
“Wanda.”
[Y/N] stumbled upon Wanda and her brother by pure accident. They’d been late that day and in their hurry, ran through a wrong door to where HYDRA was keeping Sokovian volunteers for testing. The twins were the youngest in their group, [Y/N] was only a couple of years older and the youngest in their division. It was a match made in heaven, really.
“Try hell,” the first voice suggested with a scoff.
The other voices offered their murmured agreements.
“So they knew each other,” the third voice said, “Before.”
That’s when [Y/N] started pulling at threads and HYDRA’s costume began to unravel; their one-track mind had switched gears. There was something too weird about the whole thing, these Sokovian civilians had stories that didn’t line up with [Y/N]’s own.
“And they believed them?”
They believed Wanda. She and her brother were just two more Sokovian citizens suffering at the hands of war and wanting to help their people. They had no reason to lie. They had more reason to be honest to [Y/N] than HYDRA ever did, actually. It was just a bonus that for Wanda and [Y/N], being around each other was like being a moth drawn to a flame.
[Y/N] may have been naive but they were far from stupid. When they figured out what was going on, they wriggled their way deeper into HYDRA’s ranks under their own disguise of loyalty. They became a full-fledged HYDRA agent, tasked with assisting in neural and poisonous weaponry. They weren’t able to protect Pietro and Wanda from testing, obviously—not that Wanda would have let them; she and her brother still believed they were being tested on for the greater good—but they did their best to stay nearby and keep the Maximoffs’ sanity intact for as long as they could. They even managed to save a couple of the other test victims by injecting them with temporary poisons that lowered their heart rate to the point of appearing dead. When the bodies were dropped off, the poison wore off not long after and some of the victims were able to escape. No side effects to be seen.
“I have a question,” Original voice said abruptly. “Why do we know this much information on one person? Like, this is some in-depth, intimate stuff. Why do we know that [Y/N] and Wanda had the hots for each other since day one?”
Second voice answered, “We’ve done extensive research on [Y/N]. The result of an investigation on the person who caused the apprehension of an entire faction of HYDRA after successfully poisoning them.”
The tests that were done on [Y/N] were not without their outcomes. They gained the ability to transform almost any matter into almost any other form.
“Huh,” Third voice hummed, “That reminds me of a series of disappearances a few years back. One house was replaced by rose bushes and another—get this—burned down because the roof had been turned to lava. Whoever it was, they either stopped on their own or died. What were they called?”
“The Alchemist,” Second stated simply, much to Third’s dismay. “And those were incognito HYDRA agents.”
After Pietro died and Wanda disappeared—not really disappeared, just left with the Avengers—[Y/N] had a choice to make. They were far too deep into HYDRA’s work now, the awful things that they had done were beginning to weigh on them, as Wanda and her brother had been just as grounding for [Y/N] as [Y/N] had been for her. After she was gone, they had a hard time dealing with the horrible business going on around them. So they did what they knew how to do; they mixed up a combination of poison and nanobots.
[Y/N] had fully committed to perishing with the rest of their coworkers but apparently, the poison hadn’t been quite strong enough. They’d made a miscalculation in a time of poor mental state and woke up the next day to hear that not all of the HYDRA agents had died either. At least the survivors had been taken in for the time being but that just wasn’t enough for them; they’d had a right to be concerned too because HYDRA had a habit of getting themselves out of sticky situations. This case was no different.
[Y/N] most likely felt responsible for having a hand in HYDRA’s dirty work, for not doing more, and they must have felt even more responsible when they learned that HYDRA was a much bigger problem than they could have ever imagined.
First blurted, “Well, what happened next?”
Second answered, “They went after agents until they got caught, the only way they knew how.”
The second miscalculation that they’d ever made got them caught. The agent put a gun to [Y/N]’s head and pulled the trigger.
“So are they dead too?” First asked. The voice seemed to quiver.
The third voice hemmed and hawed a bit before saying, “They must have, with the way all this weirdness had been going. Oh my god, poor Wanda, not one dead partner but two—”
Second spoke over the other two voices’ rambling, forcing them to calm down and listen. “They didn’t die, though, they—”
The voices started cutting out like the dream was a TV program being interfered by a poor connection and static.
“—Found by—Barely alive—Hospital—Braindead—Westview—Find a doct—”
Suddenly gunshots sounded, one followed by several more, and the darkness cracked and shattered, revealing blinding light behind it. A silhouette walked silently through the wall of light; it was Geraldine—no, Monica—poised with a gun in the outfit she helped deliver Maximoff twins in. As she walked forward, crossing from a plane of burning white to one of void black, the image of her warped and distorted until it changed. Monica, looking much more modern, in a uniform that included a bulletproof vest and a lanyard with S.W.O.R.D. printed at the top, moving carefully towards a broken and bleeding body on the ground with another in a heap behind her. The image distorted and changed again, and the first body was sitting on their knees and looking up defiant defeat. The person they were looking at was no longer Monica but a bulky figure in a dark outfit with straps in the form of an H across their chest, the body that had been laying in a battered pile behind Monica just a moment earlier. The H-adorned assailant held a still-raised gun to the kneeling person’s forehead.
[Y/N] could only spit at their feet before another gunshot sounded and the image disappeared to black.
You woke up sweating and choking on your breath. Your brain, throbbing with a pain that shot through it like a bullet, didn’t register fast enough that you were standing instead of laying down so when you flailed, you threw yourself off balance and fell forward. Catching a quick glimpse of your surroundings on your way down told you that you were somewhere outside and that it was the dead of night. You tried last minute to brace yourself for a concrete-laden impact.
You were instead greeted with soft fabric and arms wrapping tightly around you.
“Goodness, [Y/N], are you quite alright?”
You squinted at the striped sleepwear for a moment before looking up where Vision’s worried gaze and whirling irises were waiting for you; it took your eyes a moment to fully focus as the pain in your head faded but left a faint ringing behind. Then you looked around at your surroundings; not only were you outside but you were standing in Vision and Wanda’s driveway. Your gaze settled on a particular section of the house’s exterior where you vividly remembered a vaguely human shape exploding out of its walls.
You were standing in the exact same place you had been when it happened.
“[Y/N]?” Vision said again, drawing your attention back to him.
“Oh, cosmo, I’m sorry,” you said but your throat was too dry and you had to stop and clear your throat halfway through. Being in Vision’s arms, you were keenly aware of the fact that you were both in your bedwear and that yours had been sweated through. You slumped against him, partially to hide your embarrassed face but also because you felt like you hadn’t slept at all.
“Vis?”
“Yes, my favorite teacup?”
You snorted softly at that. “You don’t even drink tea.”
“Oh, I know,” Vision lilted back. Then he nuzzled his face into your hair. “I do like the patterns and the daintiness of them though.”
That time you laughed a bit. Feeling his warm breath against your scalp and his strong arms holding you safely in place against him, you almost instantly melted into the embrace. You wrapped your own arms around him and pressed your face into his chest. “What are we doing outside?”
“Ah, yes, about that. You appeared to be sleepwalking again.”
You groaned. “Again? This is a nightmare.”
One of Vision’s hands moved to run itself through your hair and down your neck. “That accident you had the other day certainly did a number on you.”
The accident. In other words, that time where you walked off in the middle of a conversation with Vision, Agnes, and Herb to mumble at a wall and then faceplant onto the sidewalk. Not only was your nose still recovering but your mind and dignity as well.
“The only time I’ve slept well since is when I fell asleep on your couch,” you whined. Then you lowered your voice and grumbled into Vision’s chest.
Vision chuckled. “What was that?”
You looked up at him and scowled. “The four of you are over here in your stupid, big, warm, cozy house. Meanwhile, I’m across the way, alone and uncomfortable, with only Bernard to keep me company. Bernard’s terrible company.”
“Truly,” Vision agreed, grinning slightly. He loved your strange, cute, not at all challenging struggles.
The both of you turned to give the lawn ornament in question a pointed look. Bernard seemed to glower back.
“Well,” Vision said as he pulled away from you a bit, “why don’t you come inside then? Wanda’s up with the babies anyway. You might as well join us, especially if it means you’ll be able to sleep better.” Not taking no for an answer, the synthezoid was already tugging you towards the lit-up porch.
You were too tired to argue and, quite frankly, you didn’t want to, so you allowed yourself to be pulled along as you admired the soft cotton of Vision’s matching pajama set.
“Oh, my.”
“What?” You looked at Vision’s face again only to catch him staring at a spot above your eyes. The porch light glinted off the gem embedded in his own. “What, do I have something on my face?”
“No,” Vision responded slowly, “but you must have done something to it. You have quite the scar.”
Your eyebrows raised. You moved away from him to look at your reflection in one of the windows and surely enough, you had a raised scar on your forehead, near your hairline. You gingerly pressed your fingers against it; it certainly wasn’t new.
A seemingly random thought popped into your head. Is that… a scar from a bullet?
“What on earth did you do to yourself?” Vision asked. Him walking up to stand directly behind you and press his hands to your neck, under the collar of your shirt no less, was more than a little distracting. “You’ve got one back here too.”
You reached back to where Vision was touching and when he removed his fingers, you could feel a similar scar at the base of your neck.
You thought again, Bullet… exit wound…?
Something about the dream you were having earlier called out to you but you couldn’t remember anything about it. When you tried to think about it further, the excruciating pain came back in waves and you had to steady yourself on the windowsill to prevent yourself from collapsing.
“Huh,” you said instead, “I have no idea.”
“They don’t hurt?” Vision questioned. “They’re not just… odd raised bruises perhaps? Welts maybe?”
“No, I don’t think so. They don’t hurt at all, though.” To make a point, you pressed down hard on the raised scar on your forehead, watched the skin turn a few shades lighter before releasing the pressure and dropping your hand again. Under the thick, stiff tissue, you barely felt the pressure at all.
Vision thoughtfully hummed, placing his hands back on the curves of your neck; you prayed to whatever deities existed that you didn’t make any sounds you’d regret.
“Well,” your partner said, “I suppose that’s better than nothing.”
A pause. Your eyes stayed trained on the window’s reflection, specifically where you could see Vision’s fingers gently cupping your neck.
Then he abruptly leaned down and pressed a kiss on the scar tissue, missing a pulse point by a hair. “We should head inside then.”
You had to take a solid minute to recover from the shockwave of tingles that briefly made your veins turn into lightning. Then you shuffled after Vision into the ever so inviting house.
Stepping out of chilly darkness and into a home of cozy furniture and warm light that turned the entire place a golden brown felt like walking into another world. An extra added layer of comfort to the usually perfect home was the slight disarray of baby equipment almost everywhere that wasn’t the floor itself, most of which you had gone out and bought during the babies’ day of birth and all of which Vision and Wanda appreciated; somehow, you had prepared for the babies’ accelerated growing on a panicked whim better than the Maximoffs. Tiny baby blankets and stuffed animals were strewn about and each visible part of the house—the living room, the dining area, and the kitchen, although the kitchen was partially blocked off by a drying rack of baby clothes and swaddles of various patterns and sizes—had a designated Baby Tray. These trays, perched on whatever flat surface had been previously free of decor or clutter, held bottles, nonperishable treats, diaper-changing equipment, teething toys, a mini first aid kit for each, and other useful trinkets; the new parents had apparently completely forgotten that almost all their house’s rooms were openly attached to each other and that, if one singular Baby Tray was designated to the dining area, it would take the same amount of about five steps to get to it from either the living area or the kitchen. It was almost comedic, the number of baby care items that were laying anywhere but the floor or in proper storage because, according to Vision, god forbid something gets a speck of dust on it and have to be washed or, according to Wanda, one of the babies be without their favorite toys easily accessible at every given moment. The only thing allowed to touch the ground, aside from feet, was a playpen that now replaced the usual coffee table in the living room area and a play mat in the babies’ room with its attached toys for the twins to play with. A final touch to the hominess was the soft light that you could see streaming out of the baby room’s open door, and the gentle voice of Wanda, singing a Sokovian lullaby, fluttering out of it.
It felt like coming home.
Vision stepped away from your side to clean up somewhat, picking up a few toys and folding baby blankets and onesies to move them aside in case you wanted to make yourself comfortable on the couch. Standing inside now, you could much better make out Vision’s dark blue terry robe over a pair of bright yellow pajama pants that no doubt had a shirt to match hidden beneath dark blue fabric. The yellow of his pants matched the yellow gem that was embedded in his forehead, glittering with an unused power that you had yet to experience and that felt warm whenever you went to place a kiss on it. Poking out from the hems of his robe and pants were perfectly human hands and feet, despite their deep red color that matched the rest of his body; you found the continued presence of fingernails when not in his human disguise—absolutely unnecessary to his design, he’d pointed out when you initially asked about them—weirdly cute and continuously felt the urge to grab nail polish and paint them to match either the color of the gem or the same silver as the plating that started at his scalp and trailed down beneath the collar of his shirt. You briefly wondered how far that plating traveled across his body before mentally kicking yourself.
The greatest thing about this still-fresh reveal of Vision’s inhuman identity—aside from the fact that he was no longer hiding something important from you, obviously—was that you now knew that he wasn’t just difficult to make blush but rather he quite literally couldn’t blush. You wondered what else he could and couldn’t do, only to mentally kick yourself again.
I can’t tell if I’ve gotten worse or better since I’ve started dating them, you thought.
Oh, your brain responded on its own accord, so much worse.
Shhh!
Vision was still puttering why while you stared and inwardly argued with yourself. At this point, he’d cleaned up most of the chaos and moved the stuffed animals and now-folded blankies to sit neatly on the dining area table.
“Vis,” you said.
Before you could continue, the man perked up and looked in your direction. “Yes, duck?”
You blinked. “You make my heart go rainbow-colored. Anyway—” You broke off into a laugh when Vision went flustered, his hands flapping about while he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “Did I win this round?”
Sometimes Vision got into the habit of ending all of his sentences around you and Wanda with a pet name. When you had first noticed this feat, you’d decided to start doing the same, just to see what would happen. He noticed and began purposely doing it back, where he had previously done it unintentionally, and now doing the occasional back-and-forth conversation that ended in pet names more than punctuation was somewhat of a competition between you two.
Vision scoffed at you, picked up a plushie, and tossed it at you. “Not fair!”
Being in the house that was beginning to feel more like home than your own, around your partners and their sweet baby boys, seemed to shield and reenergize you from the exhaustion you felt after first waking up that night. You caught the stuffed animal, a plushie of a wizard, grinned and tossed it back at him.
“Oh,” Vision chirped, catching the plush wizard again, “I see how it is.” He puffed out his chest and gave you a warning, albeit amused, glare, then picked up a couple more plushes. In a lower, sort of growling voice that made your heart leap out of your chest and into your stomach, he continued, “If it’s a war you want, it’s a war you shall get.”
You yelped as he started in your direction and dived across the front of the couch to get some stuffed animal ammo of your own. He nailed you in the foot with a cream-colored bunny and you returned the favor with a plushie of a witch in a red dress after taking cover behind the playpen. Now each of you was standing where the other had previously been, with you poking your head over the playpen’s sheer wall and Vision slowly pacing around the back of the couch for his second lap. You pulled the playpen with you with one hand as you moved away from him and the two of you began circling each other.
Oh, if Wanda could see her partners now.
��Oh, Wanda—” you started to stand, only to get smacked in the face with a blue teddy bear; luckily, it was of the very soft variety. You stared at Vision in disbelief.
Vision stared back, eyes bulging, unsure of whether he should apologize or prepare for an attack. He was too torn to do either, though, and had to scramble back to avoid an onslaught of stuffed bullets flying his way.
Still aware that it was very late at night, your war-cry was softened, “Revenge!”
Then your attack quickly diminished, partially because you were running out of ammo and Vision wasn’t throwing anything back and partially because Vision was now floating off the ground and heading towards you, arms full of said ammo.
Wow, didn’t know it did that, you thought randomly, eyes fixed Vision floating in general, before specifically fixating on the devilish grin he wore while doing so. He looked like a very handsome, well, vision.
A handsome Vision, if you will, your brain offered. You almost snorted before remembering you had not yet moved to avoid Vision’s floating plushie attack. You stumbled backward and scrambled out of the living room just as Vision started throwing.
“No no no no no nonononono—” You were choking between laughter and squawking as you got up and began running down the hallway to save yourself. “Not fair, not fair not fair, not fair—!”
You ran past the baby room and caught Wanda mid-turnaround, saying, “What on earth is going on out there?” You reeled back to pause in the doorway, caught a glimpse of the babies in their one large crib, smiled, went to pant out an answer—
Only to feel arms wrap around you and drag you back down the hallway. You started to shriek, then forced it into a startled laugh as to not disturb the babies, and flailed around in Vision’s arms as he lifted you off the ground. It was brief, though, because then your struggling caught Vision off balance and the two you tumbled to the ground. There, you both harmlessly pummeled each other until you both were out of breath and snickering, and you somehow ended up with his top half under you but his legs pinning down your own.
“You can fly?” you bubbled. You grabbed his face and squished his cheeks in your hands. “What the hell?”
He laughed and nodded, and one of his hands caught your own. He glanced up at you as he kissed your palm and replied, “Yes, just a little.”
“Just a little—”
“And his wife can move things with her mind, like the crib she just finished rocking to put the boys back to sleep, and if she has to do it again because of her partners’ roughhousing…”
You and Vision quickly disentangled yourselves from each other and looked up at Wanda, whose face said serious but whose eyes twinkled with amusement and who looked no less terrifying in a pale pink, puff-sleeved nightgown.
You got up and straightened your clothes, with Vision following closely behind. “I will very happily take over the next shift because I started it and I’m very sorry.”
“What? Nonsense, [Y/N], I threw the first stuffed animal.”
“I threw it back,” you pointed out.
“Neither of you better have thrown and hit something,” Wanda warned.
You glanced at Vision for confirmation; you didn’t exactly see much when you were chucking plushies aplenty and then running from your flying boyfriend.
Vision nodded. “Nothing at all, although I did make the evaluation that we do have a plethora of plushies and baby blankets.”
“I thought I was the one who pointed that out when you first gave me the shopping list, but okay,” you huffed under your breath, then grinned with Vision lightly bumped you with his hip. “So, the babies having a bad night?”
“Actually, they were apparently worried about you,” Wanda said.
That made your head do a confused tilt. “Me?”
“Ah, yes,” Vision nodded, “We fell asleep with them in the living room and Billy started crying. We woke up to figure out what was wrong and Wanda saw you standing outside.”
Wanda added, “Tommy started crying shortly after I walked to the door with him like he wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Aww,” you cooed, peering over Wanda’s shoulder to see the babies. She stepped to the side so you could walk in and shuffle over to the crib, and she and Vision stood nearby as you crouched down to brush a hand over their little sleeping heads. You continued, much softer this time, “Were the boys trying to make sure I was safe? Are they my little protectors? My little superheroes?”
Tommy gurgled happily in his sleep. Billy remained quiet but his head leaned into your hand.
You looked up at their parents with big, awestruck eyes to see them leaning comfortably into each other, watching you with the same level of affection you felt for them and their babies.
“Heroes indeed,” Vision said. He walked over as you stood up again and lightly rocked the crib; Wanda strolled over to join the group. He continued to the twins in baby-talk, “But no hero-ing until after college, my little honeydews. For now, leave the protecting to your parents.”
“Especially this one,” Wanda chirped, making her way over to your side and slipping her arm around your back. “They’re a handful.”
You faked a gasp, “I’m a treasure.”
“You’re a putz,” Wanda said simply, with a smirk and a light pinch to your hip.
You gasped harder and stared at her with utter betrayal.
“A goof,” Vision chimed in. He slipped his own arm around you, the final piece of your three-person puzzle.
You gasped harder still— and almost choked on air. Then you looked to the babies. “Bullies! Bullies, both of them! Billy, Tommy, you must protect me!”
Very enthusiastically, neither baby did anything.
“I’ve been betrayed yet again,” you cried, not too loudly, though. You slumped against Vision and Wanda’s waiting arms. “Betrayed by my own brood!”
“Your brood?” Wanda questioned, quirking a brow. Vision was giggling softly at your other side.
“Yes,” you whispered, looking at her with wide, distraught eyes, “My brood. My pack. My murder.”
“Your what?” Vision said.
“It’s a group of crows,” you explained under your breath, before slumping down farther and continuing your distraught monologue. “I’m all alone! Oh, the horror—”
“Well,” Wanda said, “We’re supporting you very well a family that has completely abandoned you.”
You flopped your head back in her direction. You were so far to the ground now that you were practically on your knees, only your arms and shoulders being held by Wanda and Vision. You traced fingers lamely across each of their arms. “So strong, those who once held me…”
The married couple exchanged an amused but mysterious look.
“Wanda, darling,” Vision said, “They seem to have gone delusional.”
Wanda nodded sagely in response. “Clearly lost their mind.”
You squinted, glancing between them. What were they up to?
“To the ward with you,” Wanda suddenly announced.
Then you caught a red glow by your feet, but not fast enough before you were swept up into the air on a cloud of red mist. You burst into startled laughter but quickly slapped a hand over your mouth so you didn’t wake up the children. Once you relaxed—enough to stop laughing anyway, not enough to not be freaking out about being magically escorted out of the nursery—you waved your hands through the red; it felt like waving your hands through the open air. The only thing actually felt was the pressure on the back of your body that was holding you afloat and carrying you out of the room, but when you tried to balance on it and move to a different position, all you did was squirm and twist awkwardly in the air before flopping back down. You craned your neck, mostly to make sure Tommy and Billy hadn’t woken up from your outburst, but you only caught Wanda, hands glowing red, following you out of the room and Vision trailing after wishing his babies a goodnight.
You looked back at the ceiling for a moment. After you heard the nursery door shut, you asked at a normal volume, “I’m not gonna fall, right?”
“Not unless I let you,” Wanda reassured you. You couldn’t see her but the teasing tone of her voice made you imagine her with a smirk. A smirk, narrowed eyes, her pretty nightgown floating around her, magical powers that she could definitely use to crush you if she wanted to and you’d probably thank her if she did.
Wow, okay, I either need to confess my sins or go to sleep.
“Why?” Wanda asked suddenly.
“Why what?” you choked back, heat rushing to your face. Surely, she couldn’t read your thoughts…
“Why ask if you would fall?”
Oh.
“Oh.” You started flopping around in the cloud of magic, testing the proverbial waters; you were being taken to the living area now. You heard both Wanda and her husband laughing from beneath and behind you when you settled again.
Vision asked through chuckling, “What could you possibly be doing?”
You suddenly flung yourself to one of the magic surrounding you, thinking maybe you would fall through, but the magic held. You huffed and laid back again but not before you caught a glimpse of the couch that you now hovered over. You grasped at the magic again, watching it wisp through your fingers but feeling nothing at all. “This is so cool.”
Wanda’s voice was softer when she spoke this time. “You think?”
You couldn’t hold back the disbelieving laughter that bubbled up. Suddenly breathless out of sheer excitement of learning more about the people you cared for most, you sighed, “Wanda, baby, you must know that you’re amazing.”
Then you squawked as the magic suddenly disappeared around you, but instead of falling straight to the couch below, Vision flew up to catch you. He held you bridal style as he gently dropped back to his feet next to the couch, grinning—he very rarely just smiled, it was always a big, happy grin when it was directed at you or Wanda or the babies—and giving you a peck on the forehead when you stared up at him, doe-eyed.
“Got my own Superman, too,” you said, “Damn.”
Vision plopped you down on the couch. “Who?”
“Comic book character,” you responded with a wave of your hand, “Doesn’t matter. You’re far better looking than him anyway.”
You shifted a bit to get more comfortable and watched as glowing red magic started swirling all around you. The magic was misty, red around the edges and glowing orange-white in the center, picking up the scattered toys from your and Vision’s scuffle and tossing them into the playpen, pulling said playpen out of the way and sliding the original coffee table back from its place against the wall, picking up any other stray blankets or baby items and placing them neatly out of the way; it also straightened out Vision’s robe and ruffled your hair. Part of the magic moved out of your line of vision, so you twisted to follow it and saw it taking the baby clothes off the drying rack to fold and put on the counter next to it, then continued watching as it folded the rack itself and moved it out of the way.
Wanda was now in your sight again too; she was standing still, palms up with magic flowing outward from the red clouds around them, and looking around to see if there was anything else she needed to put away. She was also blushing, from you calling her baby or saying she’s amazing, you couldn’t tell. After staring for probably way too long, probably looking at her with the same starry-eyed, dopey look that a teenager had at their first concert or after a first kiss, her gaze flitted to yours and made a nose-scrunching face at you before finishing her magical cleanup and making her way over to the couch as well.
You slumped back in the pile of throw pillows behind you, covered your face with your hands, and flutter-kicked your feet few times. “This is so cool!”
You felt a nudge at your feet and you raised your legs so he could sit, then did the same with your head when you felt Wanda’s hand brush across your forehead. When they were both seated, you laid your legs and head on their respective laps and the three of you settled into the comfortable position that had been adopted long after your relationship had started.
That is until you quickly sat up again. “Is that how you unpacked your house so quickly?”
Wanda smiled and nodded. She rested a cheek in the palm of her hand, endeared by your wonderment towards her powers.
“Is that you unpacked my house?”
Another nod.
“And the magic show was real— Wait.” You scowled. “But all the pulleys and stuff.”
“That was, ah, my bad,” Vision offered with a raised hand.
“Covering for him actually using his powers,” Wanda explained.
“I knew the mirrors didn’t make sense with you putting your hat through your body!” you exclaimed. “So flight, super strong, and… not sure what to call that last one. What was with you that day, by the way? You acted drunk, but you can’t get drunk!”
“I swallowed some gum,” Vision muttered, glancing away and rubbing the side of his neck. His other hand waved towards his torso as he continued, “It got all… stuck. Gummed up my gears, if you will.”
Wanda rolled her eyes at the pun. You snickered at it.
“I had to magic it out of him,” she added.
Your gaze flitted back and forth between your two superhuman partners multiple times as you took in the information. Because you were sitting between the two, this involved the turning of your head various times, which made your head swim a bit. You almost wished that they were both sitting to one side of you.
Instead of suggesting this, you settled your gaze to stare aimlessly ahead and said simply, “I’m dating two of the weirdest, coolest, most stellar people in the world. How the hell did I manage that?”
“Charisma,” Vision offered, even though you and him both knew at this point how you’d weirdly creeped on him at the office the first day the two of you met.
“Sheer force of will,” Wanda suggested, but you guaranteed she was remembering how, for the few dates you went on with them, you’d had to be reminded that you were actually on dates and that they weren’t just casual friendly hangouts.
You looked between them once more and then you wished you had suggested they sit to one side of you. Despite their steady, comfortable voices, Wanda was in the process of hiding her flustered face behind the curtain of her hair and Vision was chewing on his lip and couldn’t seem to keep his hands and feet from tapping away.
“Okay,” you said after a moment, patting your thighs to do something with your hands. “I’m grasping that you guys don’t agree with me here. Wanda, go sit by him so I don’t get whiplash from trying to look at you both.”
You and Wanda quickly switched places. You sat cross-legged on the couch to face them and Wanda and Vision shifted around to sit in a way that allowed them to face you without one blocking the other. After a moment, you waved your hands at them; the cheery air has since faded into something more somber. “What is it? Tell me why you get all quiet like that when I tell you, with evidence, why you’re the actual grooviest people I’ve ever met.”
There were a few more moments of silence before Vision went to speak first, which surprised Wanda. She looked at him, eyebrows raised high on her forehead, and lightly grasped his wrist.
“Vis?” she murmured.
He sighed softly and placed his other hand over hers. “Oh, it’s really nothing dear, I promise. It’s just… Well, you’ve heard how the people of the cul-de-sac talk about us sometimes.”
“Mean girls,” you grumbled under your breath with a nod, “the lot of them sometimes.”
Wanda seemed to suddenly sag with sadness and both you and Vision reached over quickly to hold her.
“Oh, darling,” Vision said, “It’s not your fault—”
“That’s not true,” Wanda whispered.
“It is true,” Vision said, and this time he said it with a fierceness that was familiar to you, whenever Wanda was being treated poorly by people like the Queen of the Cul-de-Sac, Dotty, or when Wanda decided to get down on herself. He grasped her shoulders tightly, squeezed them until she looked up at him. “Wanda, darling, love, I didn’t exist before I meant you. I mean, I did, of course, I did, but I was just this strange, non-human, non-machine thing that was just… kind of… there. It was you that gave me an existence, Wanda. You made me human.”
Both you and Wanda stared at him, surprised. Wanda stared because she obviously didn’t fully agree with his opinion of her. You stared because of course, you were dating two of the weirdest, coolest, most stellar, and most romantic people ever.
Get yourself a man like that, you thought. Then after a moment, Wait, that is in fact also my man.
“And you—” Vision said, turning his head in your direction.
“Oh, I’m next?” you stammered. “I thought it was Wanda’s turn.”
Vision still held Wanda but also reached over to tightly grasp your hand and bring it to his mouth. “I just wished we could have confessed to you sooner. I just hate, hate, hated lying to you and now you’re involved with all this too—”
The synthezoid with the English accent looked up at you with eyes begging forgiveness as if he’d committed one of the worst sins imaginable. You let out a hoarse laugh and ran your thumb across the side of his hand.
“I’m sorry,” you said, still chuckling as you wriggled closer to your couple, “but as much as you might like to think you’ve subjected me to something I didn’t sign up for, I’d like to point out that I’ve been about a month ahead of you. I was here before you.” You felt a nagging urge to look at Wanda and repeat the last sentence, and there was something extra special about saying it that second time like there was a double and then a triple meaning behind it, but the way you both furrowed your brows afterward made it clear that neither of you really knew what those meanings were.
Not yet, anyway.
You cleared your throat and removed your hand from Vision’s grasp to place it on the back of the couch. “I moved into this town with no husband or wife, no family, nothing but a pile of letters and a new deed to a new house that happened to be the smallest in the neighborhood. My first week here I told one man in front of the entire night watch that I thought the joke he made about his wife was distasteful, and then the week after I tripped and spilled wine all over his wife. Agnes brought because she thought I’d be a form of entertainment and we somehow ended up becoming friends over a flask that she hid in a pocket sewed into the inside of her skirt.” You offered a look to Wanda again while you mentioned that Agnes never thought your “for the children” jokes were all that funny, though. “I’ve dealt with the comments and the rumors and the ‘what’s wrong with them, they don’t have no kids!’ People are weird and they’re mean and they’re fun and they suck. You want human, dude? You got it. If I was still bothered by comments that are nothing but a bummer, I think I’d be trying a little bit more than wearing clothes that I enjoy over the clothes that are expected of me, telling Dotty she needs to stop being awful before she gets frown lines, or, you know, pining over two people—a married couple nonetheless—until I somehow seduced them with my staring at them from around corners and just generally horrible, awful attempts at eye contact.”
The married couple in question chortled at that.
You used your hand on the back of the couch to hoist yourself up on your knees so you towered over Vision just slightly.
“Here’s the thing, sunshine,” you continued, “I’m not in your boat on this one, you dorks, you’re in mine. I was here first and I don’t give a fuck.”
Wanda gave a sudden laugh. “What language.”
“Has he not told you about the time I said ‘Fuck you’ to a plastic bird in my garden?” you asked. “Multiple times? His name is Bernard and he’s plotting to kill me, I swear.”
Wanda’s troubled expression was split by a wobbly smile.
You threw up your arms in the dramatic fashion that you knew the two people in front of you loved and hollered—then quickly quieted back down to not disturb Billy and Tommy in the other room—“All this for my rambling putz ass to say, who cares about what’s outside this house! You two, and your kids, and I are the only people that matter here. Here being the house, Westview, whatever! Everyone else? Nonexistent.
“Also, just to clarify,” you paused to wave your arms around, gesturing at the entire house, “Love it here. Love this shit.”
You suddenly caught Vision’s slacked jaw in your hand and gave him a peck on the cheek. “This face? Love it.” You moved to peck a spot of silver on his skull. “Love this too.” You pecked the gem on his forehead and swore it glowed brighter in response. “Love this.” You pecked one of his ear plates. “Love these goofy things.” You pecked the tip of his nose. “Love this and the fact that you have it even though you don’t technically even need to breathe. Oh, speaking of which!”
You lifted one of his hands with one of your own and tapped on his red fingernails with your other. You caught a glimpse of his face now that yours wasn’t directly in front of it and noticed him trying to hold back a giddy smile—and failing—while he watched you from underneath red lashes; your whole body would have tried to twist itself in knots under that look if you weren’t too busy swearing to kiss those eyelids and lashes too, at another time. Instead, you pecked each fingertip of the hand you were holding. “Love these ‘useless to my design’ things too. You know what, just speaking of hands—” You dropped Vision’s hand, which made itself to your waist as you went to grab Wanda’s; you were vaguely aware that you were practically leaning into their laps at that point but that could be dealt with when you weren’t trying to make a point.
When you went to touch her, she let you hold her wrist but quickly squeezed her hand into firsts before you could hold it like you had with Vision’s. She was looking away.
You pressed a kiss to her whitening knuckles. “Wanda.”
She looked at you, her perfect face distorted by a deep sadness that almost shattered your heart on the spot. She tightened her first further. The deep emotion appeared to make her slip back into her natural Sokovian accent when she spoke again. “You don’t know the pain it’s caused.”
“I’ve done my fair share,” you affirmed even though you weren’t quite sure why. Then you kissed her knuckles again. “And maybe I don’t, but I know what good it’s caused, that you have.”
Her face twisted into an ugly grimace. She asked hoarsely, “Like what?”
“The first time I saw your face, I wanted to go to space, grab the moon, shrink it down—so it looked like one of those cool little lava rocks, you know? But prettier—and get it put on a ring,” you offered, then kissed the back of her hand and whispered, “and that’s after I found out you were married to a very attractive man too…”
Vision snorted. Wanda cracked the smallest of smiles.
You whispered lower, “And I may or may not have even been interested in marriage before that…”
That time Wanda rolled her eyes; you smiled and grabbed her other clenched hand to share the attention with. You continued, “You’re also so nice, like so nice. You are so kind and care about what people think so much, it’s almost buggy—and bordering on self-destructive but that’s not what we’re talking about— And I sort of get it now, you know, but wow, making your magic show worse for the sake of people’s sanity? Wouldn’t even be on my radar.”
Another little smile.
“I’d be like, ‘Who wants to see me turn this entire table into a rosebush! Dotty’s rosebush specifically; Dotty, I stole your rosebush.’ I actually did steal a rose from her bush that day.”
Wanda blinked and you noticed the lines of her expression weren’t as deeply etched into her face anymore.
“That was Dotty’s?”
You grinned and nodded, then kissed both of her hands. “Also, I love your hair and the way it perfectly frames your perfect face, and I love your little nose scrunches, and I love your eyelashes and the way you look at me from under them sometimes, and I’d kiss all those things but I’m not going to because I gotta get these stubborn, always-working, never-wanna-take-a-break, always-somehow-perfect-nails-having hands to relax before they hurt themselves even though it’s very clearly hard enough to make who woman who owns them do the same. Oh, I did I mention that smile—hoo, Wanda, that foxy smile…”
Wanda was blushing now and bringing up her smile made it happen again, just slightly. You took advantage of the moment anyway and flung yourself back onto the couch with a hand over your heart. “Be still, my pounding heart!”
Vision, who was watching by your and Wanda’s sides, laughed a bit. Wanda herself rolled her eyes again; the smile didn’t disappear afterward.
You sat up again and pointed at Vision, now that he’d brought attention to himself again. “And I don’t know whether you heard any of the stuff this guy said! You made him exist? You made him human? What? You two also do this thing where you just look at each other and have a whole conversation, I don’t know if you guys know you do that or not. You do, though, and I don’t know if either or both of you are psychic but if you are and still love me? With my unhinged brain? Migraines and all? I wouldn’t understand, even if you explained it to me.”
Vision offered, “Neither of us is psychic but anyway, please continue.”
“Have anything to add?”
“You’re doing wonderfully.”
“Thank you.” You looked back and Wanda, noting that her face had almost completely softened now, as she was too busy being flustered to be sad at this point. You quickly scooped her hands before they could curl into fists again placed kissed on each of the crescent moon-shaped marks now dug into their palms. “Your magic rocked your babies to sleep. Your magic cleaned up all their and put it all in one nice, neat place. You floated me around the house with your magic and even protected me from falling when I was wriggling around up there; bet that was fun for both of you to watch. Vision said earlier that that was your job, to protect me, and while I don’t fully agree because I consider it the other way around, is that not what you did?”
“I thought it was cute,” Wanda replied softly to the second to last sentence you said. She watched as you gave her hands a few more pecks.
“So, you agree then,” you said, “that your magic protected me and also made me cuter?”
She laughed and the sound made your heart soared, performing an aerial performance in your chest. She tried to wriggle her hands free from you but then you scowled and tucked them protectively under your chin.
“Gotta say it. Gotta say your magic made me cute.”
“I’m not saying that.”
You shrugged and got comfy, laying your head in her lap with her hands still hidden. “Have to. Otherwise, no hands for you. Oh, did I not mention how good you are to your kids yet? You’re so good—”
“Okay, okay, okay,” Wanda forfeited through a wet laugh. Hearing said laugh, your head shot up in concern, but the woman was smiling as she snagged your hands back; what she chose to do with them next was grab your face and place a kiss directly on your mouth.
It was quick and soft and sweet and absolutely none of that prevented the fireworks that went off in your skull and your chest and your stomach and your veins that made tingles shoot all the way down to your toes. She pulled away as quickly as she had moved in and you blinked; your brain was still short-circuiting, like a robot—like a Vision with his gears all gummed up, and your dazed brain thought that was a very funny connection, so it repeated the joke verbally.
Luckily, Vision was close enough to the level of dork that you were and he laughed at it with you.
It took a deep breath and a head shake to de-gum your brain—if only Wanda could magic that—but after the excitement wore off, you felt sleepiness start creeping in and decided to make your final push. You curled a hand around both of your partners’ necks and brought their faces closer to nuzzle your noses together; they responded by each of them wrapping an arm around your waist and returning the affectionate action.
“So, in conclusion,” you stated, which caused Vision to laugh lightly and Wanda to grin just slightly, “I love both of these perfect faces.” You kissed each of their noses. “And these funky, magical brains.” You kissed Wanda at the base of her hairline, then Vision just below his forehead gem. “And these equally funky, magical hands.” You grabbed the hands not looped around your waist and kissed the back of them. “And both of those babies, and this house, and y—”
You sucked in a sudden breath to stop yourself so hard that you almost choked and you reeled back to the other side of the couch only to drag Vision and Wanda with you. The three of you tumbled into a flustered heap on the couch and over their shoulders, you could see early morning light filtering through the windows. This barely registered, though, as you were too busy focusing on the fact that you almost L-worded them on a silly, tired whim.
Despite the awkwardness of the moment and the unspoken words, no one made a move to remove themselves from the warm, cozy entanglement. One of both Wanda and Vision’s arms was pinned under your back, keeping them solid in place against you while simultaneously and successfully enveloping you in between them; your own arms, which had instinctively wrapped protectively around their shoulders in the tumble, kept them in a similar state. Wanda’s hair fanned found and covered the three of you like a blanket, and you were keenly aware of her breath softly wafting over the exposed skin of your neck from where her head now rested on your shoulder. Vision’s rested slightly lower, on your chest, and you felt a quickened pulse where his gem pressed into your neck, but you couldn’t be sure whether it was yours or his.
You stared past their shoulders and watched as sunlight shone through the curtains and dappled the ceiling. You tried to figure out whether you were stupider for stopping yourself from finishing that sentence or for not saying it at all.
Then you felt a kiss being pressed to your clothed shoulder.
“You’ve said so many things that you’ve loved tonight [Y/N],” Wanda murmured, her hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “What’s two more?”
“I—” you started, then bit your tongue again. There was something about saying that phrase that made you worried; you felt like if you said it now, the happy little world you lived in would begin to crumble, like it would all end far too soon. You sighed softly and said instead, “I don’t know how I would live without you.”
There were a few moments of silence where you watched more sunlight filter in and wished you could take it back because what a way to talk a big game and then not follow through—
Then Vision’s head appeared above you and he pressed a dizziness-inducing kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he nuzzled your nose with his own as he murmured, “I love you too.”
In almost the same moment, Wanda was mumbling the same phrase against your jawline.
Sleepy and hazy-brained you couldn’t do much else but stare at Vision like a lovesick puppy that struggled to say that L-word, then snuggle back down with both him and Wanda when they relaxed against you again. That seemed to be the last of what needed to be said, though, because everything was cozy and warm and golden brown in your home again and, one by one, the three of you fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.
In the black void of otherwise dreamless sleep, you heard the vaguely familiar First Voice finish chewing something and then go, “Aww…”
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2: At first? No. Ran was the first one who noticed when something was off but Ranbob brushed it off as him being tired. Though when he saw that his brother was still acting that way he kept checking in, til "Ranbob" eventually snapped at him one day, scaring and hurting Ran enough to get him to stop. His parents and Lias and Memi also noticed, but Lias and Memi didn't ask as often because Ran told them not too, and when Memi asked Ranbob gently told her its ok and to not worry. Lias was hesitant to accept this but eventually did, with Ranbob promising to tell him if something was wrong, a promise he sadly broke. Ranbob was close to his family, especially his younger siblings, and loved to play and study with them. He had a lot of friends at first that he played games with and joked around with. Though after he started to get out under more pressure and the introduction of Dream he got distant, lost all of his friends (even though he still cared for them), didn't play with Lias or Memi nearly as much, started skipping dinners and not talking to his parents or Ran. And when Dream was mostly and fully in control, he stopped talking at all, and ignored everyone. Lias desperately tried to get him to talk but that just resulted in a harsh stare with a silent promise, Memi tried to hug him, which he then pushed her away, and when Ran tried one last time to talk to him, but "Ranbob" just punched him and walked away. When his parents tried one very last time to intervene, that's when it got fatal. The Gladiators where horrified at what they read, finding it hard to believe and making them sick to their stomach. Benjamin caught them reading it, though he simply sadly smiled at them and said, "I read it too. Its horrible isn't it? He didn't deserve to go through that. But we'll help him. We'll help him be free and be himself again, I promise you, and everyone else. We'll save him." They felt like they where staring at a ghost, it was unnerving, to see such a happy and young Ranbob, knowing what will happen to him that will wipe him clean of all happiness. And it felt disrespectful when they caught sights of Ranya, Seth, Lias, and Memi. Cause they never knew them, and now they where looking into the such happy and gleeful eyes of dead people who don't know the torture their son and brother is going through. (And that went for everyone)
3: This is literally Ran's mentally when it comes to being stabbed, "I've been stabbed multiple times before and I haven't died. Therefor, I am immortal." Yes he is :). He gets threatened with Benjamin because if Benjamin finds out he isn't eating or sleeping Benjamin will force him to eat every bite of a full meal and force him to go to bed, sitting next to him and reading to him until he falls asleep. Which sounds nice, but considering Ranbob doesnt want to "bother" them, its a threat to him. Raq will always cause problems, he's a expert tracker and because of that he's able to hunt the groups down. He often will pop out of nowhere and attack the group, chasing them down until someone turns around and attacks him. Often Ran attacks him by looking Raq directly in his eyes, causing him to flee. Cause even though Raq wants to get Ran, he knows very well if they make eye contact he will lose a battle no matter what he does, so its best to run and attempt to blind him at a later point. Ran his very happy to be on the road again, and if Ranbob wasn't there (who's keeping Ran on edge and preventing him from fully enjoying the trip, though its mostly just Ran doing it to himself), he would be non-stop talking and running ahead of the group. But even with Ranbob there he's happy to finally be moving again.
4: The gladiators did not witness it first hand, rather they heard screaming and went to check it out, worried and alarmed. And when Ranbob went into the depressive state did Benjamin come over to them and explain what was going on and what was going to happen. When then Jackie offered to help keep Ranbob company while Grievous and Watson offered to go along with Cletus to find Ran. When they heard the scream Jackie was scared and nervous, Grievous was anxious and on edge, Watson was calm yet curious, and Ran was mad and on edge. And when they found out what happened, Jackie felt bad and sympathetic, Grievous felt sad and a bit guilty, Watson was sympathetic and felt bad for him, and Ran was pissed.
5: Isaac and Benjamin just kinda accepted it and went "Yes he is like a lost puppy and we love him for that.", Charles was embarrassed and instead of responding properly he muttered out an excuse and left, cause he was not expecting to be confronted with Ranbob being like a puppy at all and didn't know how to respond, and Cletus just stuck his tounge out and blew raspberries. And Ranbob was just purely embarrassed.
6: Actually first thing Ranbob got when he arrived to the fishermen house was wrapped up in multiple fluffy blankets and had a hot chocolate shoved in his hands. Also whenever he goes into a depressive episode or wants to go back the fishermen just bring out emergency blankets and quickly make either hot chocolate or tea and Ranbob loves it every single time.
7: Ranbob is mixed, he loves it being back as it reminds him of such good times, but it also doesn't feel right when Charles says it because Ran was the one who made it. It only sounds right when Ran says it. Ran is angry that Ranbob is letting someone else call him Bobby (which he is also sad about), but is also mad that he's mad that someone else is using it. But he's also happy its being used again, and is happy to see Ranbob still enjoys it. Grievous of course notices it, but doesnt look into it, and so does Watson but he also doesn't ask about it, determing it to be something the brothers themselves have to talk about.
8:Because if it was Porkius or literally anyone else, they wouldn't of helped and would've watched happily as the two fought, waiting until one fell and even encouraging the fight. But they also jumped into the area from the stands and Cletus specifically placed himself between the two, pushing Ran back and yelling at him (which rarely anyone does) when Benjamin then came up to try to calm the raging enderman down, while Charles checked on Ranbob, and Isaac kept look out for any sudden movements between the two so he could intercept the potential attack. Plus when Isaac saw the other group approaching he ran to meet them, asking if they knew Ran and when they said yes, quickly stating a plan to safely restrain Ran long enough until Ranbob was taken to safety. Then leaving Ran to the group, but also saying how he wanted to talk later.
10: Sounds like the certain town just may be the ruins of the Greater SMP. So I'll probably have Wilburs Decendent (which I dont currently have a name for, if anyone has one please feel free to suggest one!) As a popular performer there and also the towns historian, so when our groups get there Wilbur is able to provide information about Dream, Ranboo, basically everyone and the history of the SMP. Most likely going be a part of the story when Ran truly starts to slowly believe that his brother didn't meant to do everything he did.
11: Yep, he knows Ranboo used to have bad memory (not how bad it was, just that it was bad) but he's never read it because Mizu never had the actual book, it was only told in tales and stories that Mizu had. If that makes sense. Ranbob will get plenty more hugs I promise you, though that also means he gets hurt more.
12: Kinda but also cause I enjoy writing angst.
Ok ok here's some fluff: These all take place a good week or 2 (or longer) after Ran forgives his brother and the relationship gets better. Watson walks in on the two sharing a blanket and sleeping against eachother. With them leaning on eachother and leaving almost no space between them. Ran finally calls Ranbob Bobby again and Ranbob cries and hugs his brother tightly, Ran is shocked but quickly hugs back just as tightly. Ranbob gets to finally pull a big brother move and tease Ran about his "nerdy" habit of reading so many books, Ran tries to fire back that Ranbob literally picked a idol that requires you to be a bookworm but he simply shoots back that Technoblade also requires you to be a bookworm. Its been spotted multiple times of either Ran or Ranbob having their tail wrapped around his brothers wrist or leg, and the two aren't very far apart now. Jackie jokes about being replaced by Ranbob and being heartbroken, basically draping himself over Ran and whining while everyone else laughs at Rans distress. Ran and Ranbob eventually agree to merge their two hauntings, which is extremely rare and is the biggest sign of trust and love there is in enderman language. Ran reads to Ranbob one night after a bad relapse, which ends up soothing Ranbob much sooner than anything else.
I also have a more mythical idea of fluff that probably wont be in the main story, but im willing to share it if you want.
2: Only his family noticed? Dang, okay. I’m irrationally attached to his siblings now that they have names, and this only hurts me. Do the gladiators have any noticeable changes in behavior towards Ranbob and Ran after reading it? Also, who may Ranya and Seth be? I don’t believe I saw them mentioned earlier.
3: Technically, he’s right. He hasn’t died yet, anon, and he’s been stabbed multiple times, he could very well be immortal. I guess he should probably do his best to not get stabbed again though, I hear it’s kind of bad for you.
Ranbob: *Not doing something he should do for his own health*
Benjamin: *Self Care But As A Threat(Gently)*
Ranbob:
Ranbob: *Does it*
Also, even though I acknowledge that Raq could be a genuine threat, all I can imagine are Team Rocket shenanigans. He keeps trying to blind him in various, complicated ways, and fails hilariously. One time he actually manages to do it only for Jackie to take him out or for him to turn around and accidentally look Ranbob straight in the eyes cause the poor hybrid was trying to knock him out without a fight.
4: Yikes, that must have been pretty scary, just hearing everything go down. If I may ask, what exactly happened with Ranbob? You said there was screaming?
5: Well, at least everyone’s come to terms with it. Ran uses people as tote bags, and Ranbob is the local puppy, and it is what it is.
6: Very good! He needs it! Also, do they just keep them on hand? Just-he looks a tiny bit sad and Benjamin pulls blanket and tea out of thin air and burritos him.
7: Aww. But also, ouch. Oh well. At least we can get Ran eventually picking the nickname up again.
8: Oh? Interesting. Sounds like these guys are pretty quick on their feet. I can see why it’d impress the gladiators.
10: That? Sounds so cool? Oh, I really like that honestly, I can’t wait to see where you take that.
11: Neat. Is that where he got the idea for his diary, or? And why? Why must we suffer in order to take comfort from the kinder things in life? Why can’t Ranbob just have hugs without pain?
12: Did you genuinely just admit to aiming for my feelings with that last one?! Anon, how could you! I’ve been injured! My heart, Anon!
13: AWWWW. To all of this. So fluffy, and cute! Just what we needed, thank you! Also, more fluff, you say? Please share, we need all the fluff we can get.
Have a good week, Brothers Anon, and thank you for the lovely fluff, and equally lovely pain. I’m excited for more!
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15x18 Fics - !SPOILERS AHEAD!
I think we can all agree that everyone - fans or not - were pretty shocked by the reveal of last week, and everywhere (Tumblr most of all) seemed to explode. AO3 was not exempt from this massive outpouring of creations, so here are some fics based on That Scene. I will warn you that not all of them are fix-it fics, and most of them are quite short for obvious reasons.
Like Real People Do by prosopopeya on AO3. (4,490 words).
Tags: Coda, Episode Fix-it, Fluff and Angst, Spoilers, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Angst with a Happy Ending.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: Castiel experienced a moment of pure happiness, expecting it to be his last. It wasn't.
Notes: This was so poetic and absolutely gorgeous.
The same old tears (wish you were here) by DestielIsFuckinReal on AO3. (1,992 words).
Tags: Temporary Character Death, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Coda, Love Confessions, Angst with a Happy Ending.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Notes: The speech marks were slightly annoying, but other than that, this was beautiful.
Never Enough by make_your_user_a_name on AO3. (1,556 words).
Tags: Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Love Confessions, Supportive Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Knows, Domestic Fluff.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: It took him hours to notice it. He hadn’t felt it in the moment. Hadn’t felt the Cas’ hand stick slightly to his shoulder as it pushed him away, leaving him to face the Empty alone. But now that he’d noticed it, it was all he could look at. That bright red handprint standing out starkly against his jacket. It was perfect, really. Not a drop out of place. Just a handprint and nothing else. That was all he had left. The handprint where Castiel had “gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.” And now he’d saved him one more time. Same shoulder, same placement, same sting when Dean looked at it. It was poetic in the cruelest of ways. And if it weren’t for everything, he would have thought this was Chuck’s writing. But, no. Castiel was the only part of Chuck’s story that he couldn’t control. Because Cas had fallen.
Notes: Now this fic brought out the ugly tears.
this is a good thing, dean. (prayer is a sign of faith) by cascountsdeansfreckles on AO3. (529 words).
Tags: Prayer, Dean Winchester Prays to Castiel, post 15x18, 15x18 coda.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: Dean’s legs still don’t want to move. He sits propped up against the wall and stares unseeing at the chair in the middle of the room. Everything that Cas said plays over and over in his head. The image of Cas looking devastatingly relieved, content, as he was taken from Dean won’t leave his mind. He doesn’t know what else to do. So he prays.
Notes: Okay, and I’m crying. Again. The one time Cas can’t hear Dean’s prayers is the one time it is the most important.
all the things i’ve never said by Saffir on AO3. (849 words).
Tags: 15x18 Fix-it, Angst, Heavy Angst, First Kiss, Confessions, Sad Ending, Nonbinary Castiel.
My Rating: 5 stars.
Description: Castiel knows that their time has come. The past decade has been spent protecting Dean, living for Dean, dying for Dean. It finally comes time to sacrifice themself one last time. He wasn’t expecting it to hurt this much.
Notes: Confirmation of their relationship would have been nice! I mean, I firmly believe Dean reciprocated, but it would be nice to know for sure. And oh boy, I had not stopped to think about the scene from Cas’ point of view.
gay love pierced through the veil of death and saved the day by firefliesandstarlight on AO3. (444 words).
Tags: Fix-it, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: Cas doesn’t die. That’s literally it.
Notes: Is it bad I found out that Charlie died through the end notes of this fic? Like, imagine writing a scene so moving that it overpowers the fact that several other fan favourites died in that same episode.
15x18 coda: it’s in the being by contemplativepancakes on AO3. (1,167 words).
Tags: Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Coda, Dean Winchester Can’t Cope, Hurt Dean Winchester.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: Blood splatters from a severed neck, the body twitching before it collapses to the floor. It sprays across Dean’s face, dotting red droplets over his cheeks and in his hair. Dean keeps his mouth shut so he doesn’t get the taste of copper stuck in it; he already can’t get Cas’s face out of his mind. Dean knows this is the last place he should be, that with the world ending, it doesn’t really matter if there’s one less nest of vamps in the world, but if he stops moving, then he’ll… have to think. “I wondered what my true happiness could even look like, because the one thing I want, it’s something I know I can’t have.”
Fuck, they wasted so much time.
Notes: I don’t even know what to say anymore. My heart is simultaneously full and utterly broken.
1 Missed Call by glenien on AO3. (597 words).
Tags: Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Referenced Character Death, Angst, Dean Winchester is a Dumbass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Death!Castiel, Coda, Fluff and Angst.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: The buzzing never stops.
Notes: I love the implications of Dean literally flirting with Death here, and even though this isn’t the ending I think we’ll get, I can still hope!
Only know you love him when you let him go by Azura_lights_18 on AO3. (1,365 words).
Tags: Angst, Canonical Character Death, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Hurt/Comfort, Dean Deserves to be Happy, Angst with a Happy Ending.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: Destiel is finally canon... for ten seconds. My hopes for the upcoming episodes (just let Destiel live, please.)
Notes: I am loving the inventive ways people are bringing Cas back! I have hope, but that might just be me putting my clown wig on.
maybe just this once (let me keep this one) by psyiocke on AO3. (1,678 words).
Tags: Episode: s15e18 Despair, Canonical Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: Dean Winchester listens in silence, and he mourns in it too.
or the aftermath of hearing your best friend say he loves you and then watching him die.
Notes: Oh boy here I go again. That tag, by the way, is much too soon. But if this is what happened at the end, I would be happy.
Instinct by CKLizzy on AO3. (510 words).
Tags: Fix-it of Sorts, Episode s15e18 Despair, Episode Fix-it.
My Rating: 4 stars.
Description: Dean reacted on pure instinct. Instinct he didn't know he even had.
Notes: Oh, if only. I would have passed out.
A World Redeemed by Lif61 on AO3. (732 words).
Tags: Season 15 Spoilers, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, POV Dean Winchester, Romance, Love, Happy Ending.
My Rating: 3 stars.
Description: Cas is gone, and the world is saved. But not for Dean.
Notes: I do really hope Cas comes back. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to go and have some words with someone.
Happiness is What Makes You Cry by AnotherWorld3111 on AO3. (358 words).
Tags: Angst, Referenced Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Hurt No Comfort, Love Confessions.
My Rating: 3 stars.
Description: Just... read the goddamn tags
Notes: Oh man, if Dean actually breaks down in front of Sam, I will die on the spot.
All Out of Love by asofthesea on AO3. (681 words).
Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post Episode: s15e18 Despair, Homophobic John Winchester, Protective Sam Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Hurt Jack Kline, One Shot, Brotherly Love, Feelings.
My Rating: 3 stars.
Description: After the events of 15x18, Despair, Sam and Jack rush back to the bunker to find Dean alone, and falling apart at the seams.
Notes: John Winchester would have been homophobic and no one can change my mind.
Tag to “Despair” (15x18) by Alvinola on AO3. (793 words).
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort.
My Rating: 3 stars.
Description: Sam has to pick up the pieces when Cas is gone.
Notes: Seriously, these fics are making me cry all over again. I mean, what can Sam possibly say to make any of this better? That’s heartbreaking in itself.
And a shameless self-promotion:
‘I love you’ by LinaRai on AO3. (420 words).
Tags: Angst, Episode: s15e18 Despair, Spoilers, Canonical Character Death, I’m Sorry.
Description: "I love you." Dean just stares at him.
Notes: I wrote this in a Criminology lesson while eating a bag of crisps which basically equated to my lunch because I was a mess and I had to. And yes, I am fully aware that I write things with major character death too often. So sue me.
So, how is everyone feeling? I’ve started re-reading Angel’s Wild in a wild (get it) attempt to cope. Also, this led to me having a full conversation with one of my teachers about Sherlock. ‘Maybe next time don’t use a current show as an example of queerbaiting,’ she said, as if any of us expected Destiel to go canon. Seriously, how do you explain to a 40 year old woman who only just realised that BBC Sherlock might possibly be queerbaiting how much no one expected that to happen?
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Craig feeling guilty for snapping/hurting at someone he cares about and is very apologetic. (Not many people like Craig but I do i love reading about him) circa s4, maybe he brings up canon nods from his past and gets kinda vulnerable and heartfelt. Idk i love softcraig.
a/n: this is my second time writing this bc the draft didn't save :( i would be lying if i didn't say i watching season 2-4 just for this imagine (i'm on season 6 now hehe)
fandom: degrassi
character: craig manning
warnings: crying (?) other then that it's pure fluff
summary: the reader accidentally calls craig the wrong thing and that causes him to snap on the reader.
craiger.
you knocked on the door of the jeremiah household, waiting for someone to open the door.
just as you thought no one was going to answer, the door opened to reveal the familiar face of caitlin ryan, who was probably watching angela for joey.
you smile, "hi caitlin!"
"y/n, hey! craig's upstairs."
"alright, thanks," you grin, walking into the house.
"y/n!!" you hear one of your favorite people call.
"angela!!"
"what are you doing here?" she smiles, hugging you tightly.
"to see you, of course!" you smile, picking her up and twirling her around, causing angela to squeal out of excitement.
"hey, hey! be careful before you drop her!" caitlin chuckled with a smile.
"don't worry, i always am! you can trust me."
"don't worry, i always do," she chuckles.
"is that who i think it is?" you hear a voice call from the stairs.
"maybe it is, maybe it isn't," you say back.
"haha, very funny," craig says, walking over to you and angela, "hey kid," he smiles at angela, taking her from your arms.
"yes, i'm so funny. maybe even funnier than jt."
"yeah, totally," he said, putting angela down, grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs and into his room.
you sit on his bed, sigh, and look over at him.
"sooo...," he says.
"sooo...," you reply.
"what's up?"
"i'm stressed, school sucks."
"i feel ya, i feel ya."
"yep," you said, popping the p.
"how's home?"
"same old, same old. i'm pretty sure my dad's grilling tonight. what about you? how's the band, rockstar?"
"good! amazing actually! jimmy's finally got this new riff down. we're really getting somewhere, y'know?"
"totally! craig, i'm so proud of you. you're amazing, have i told you that?"
"maybe like one or twice... or one hundred times."
"haha very funny, don't be too modest."
"don't worry, i'm not. i'm not."
"yeah, sure craiger."
craig's head snapped towards you, making you look at him with worry.
"you okay?"
"what did you just call me."
"craiger...?"
"don't call me that ever again," he said, his voice raising slowly.
"what? why?"
"just don't, okay?!"
"okay, fine. just calm down, please. you know how i get with yelling."
"don't tell me what to do!" he snapped.
"okay, i'm sorry craig," you say, tears streaming down your face.
once he saw the tears, his face softened, "wait, no, y/n i'm sorry."
"don't. i should leave."
"y/n please don't. i need you," he said, grabbing your hand.
"craig, i'm not breaking up with you. i just need space right now," you say, your hand slipping out of his. "see you monday."
you walk out of his room, and down the stairs, walking towards the door.
"y/n? why are you leaving?" you hear angela call out.
"i have a dinner to eat, ange!" you smile, crouching down to her level.
"oh, okay. i thought craig did something bad."
"what? no no no, he would never do anything bad. never think that okay?"
"okay!" she smiles.
"i gotta go, but i'll see you soon alright."
"tomorrow?"
"maybe not tomorrow, but soon, promise."
"pinky promise?" she holds out her small pinky.
"pinky promise," you smile, locking her picky with yours.
"see ya kid," you smile, hugging her tightly before getting up and walking to the door.
before you open the door, you hear a creak at the top of the stairs.
"y/n, i didn't know you were still here."
"i was just leaving actually," you say, reaching the doorknob.
"oh, okay. see you later," he said.
"yeah, see you later," you say, walking out of the house, making your way to your house.
you lay on your bed the next day, which happened to be a sunday. tomorrow you would have to face your boyfriend who snapped at you, even though you didn't know you did anything wrong.
you hear someone walk up the stairs, expecting it to be your mom or dad, until your heard a knock at the door.
"come in," you state.
the door opened to reveal none other then the craig manning.
you sigh, "what do you want craig."
"i couldn't sleep last night, i felt so guilty."
"craig, you yelled at me, even when i told you i hate when people yell at me. why did you yell at me anyway?"
"okay, do you want me to explain?"
"please."
"what you called me.. my dad called me it all the time. i didn't know how to react so i just snapped."
"craig, you should have just told me, i would have stopped."
"i know, but i just... i don't know what's wrong with me.." he said.
you looked over at him, noticing the tears that were streaming down his face.
"craig please don't cry, please. i'm sorry i just left out of the blue yesterday, i should have let you explain."
"no, really it's fine, it's not your fault. it's mine. i'm crazy, y/n.
"you're not crazy, i love you, craig. so much. you're okay, we're okay."
"wait, you mean it? we're okay?"
"craig, we were never not okay sweetie."
"oh, thank god."
"i love you, a lot," you smile, kissing him on the lips.
"i love you more, but i think ange loves you more. she's dying to see you again, wanna come over?"
"i would love to," you smile.
end.
a/n: IT'S DONE!! THIS IS PRETTY LONG LMAO,, also degrassi update, i just finished the episode were jt dies and im SOBBING.
#degrassi x reader#degrassi next class#degrassi imagines#degrassi next generation#degrassi#degrassi imagine#craig manning imagine#craig manning x you#craig manning x reader#craig manning
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kie and jj (+pope) after the movie night fight in episode 4
hehe first piece of ff for this fandom! excited and ready for all the slow burn, angst and character development. let’s all pray for that s2, but until then, here’s a little fic! any love is so greatly appreciated :))
pope decides to head back home after the fight and get some sleep because he has too much anxiety to stay in figure 8 after what happened with topper, rafe and kelce. after driving pope back home, kie decides to drop jj off until she realises how badly he’s bruised. what i imagine the rest of the night looked like for jj, pope and kiera
author : theouterbankpogues aka vi
fandom : kie x jj | outer banks on netflix
tags : mostly fluff
warnings : none
kie, pope and jj get back onto the mini-van and the adrenaline causing her heart to beat in her ears starts to subside
she’s starts the engine, despite the pain, bruising and soreness setting in, pope and jj can almost feel her anger from the driver’s seat
“what the fuck did you do to them you assholes? you almost died tonight, are your egos as fucking big as your will to die? what the fu-”
“those damn kooks beat up pope with their golf clubs kie! were we just supposed to fucking take that?” “what the fuck did you say?”
the air got tense suddenly, kie’s anger seemed to shift, she pulled the brakes and the mini-van came to a halt underneath a flickering lamp post
she looked backed at them, her expression had softened; pope took it as an invitation to continue “i was just doing the delieveries for my dad and they ambushed me, said ‘no pogues on this side of the island’” he drew out a long sigh, “i was tired kie, tired of them always fucking winning, always getting the best of me”
“we sank the boat, topper’s new stupid wavesetter”
kie was quiet for what seemed like forever, pope and jj seemed to nervously glance at each other without knowing what else to do
“oh you absolute fucking justified idiots” she couldn’t help but leap out of the front seat and pull them both into a hug, she seemed to let go of a breath she didn’t even know she was holding
after a string of moans and chuckles, she let them go, “the security cameras were out right?” “we think so” “you think so? god jj i swear-”
“don’t worry okay, they were out... theY were oUT!!”
she slapped them both across their non-bruised arms (she checked) and at the cue of their strangled string of curses, started driving again; “do y’all want to stay over at my house? i could sneak you in, it’s late and i just don’t want y’all to be alone right now.”
pope and jj couldn’t be more thankful for kie sometimes, but for pope, today wasn’t one of those days; ‘nah kie, i need to get home, i just need some sleep in my own bed, one that’s no where close to where those kooks imagine coming. i almost died tonight, safe to say i wanna wake up to my mom’s cooking’
so in ten minutes, she drops pope off and gives him another tight hug, just for her own comfort, to know that he was alright, that whatever they did, they were gonna manage it all together.
she goes to close the mini-van door and that’s when she really sees how badly jj was also ambushed in the fight, he groans as he tries to beat her to closing the door. “uh uh, there’s no way you’re going home like this, how bad does it hurt?” it’s not as bad as it-” “stop bulshitting me, you have a bust lip and i saw kelce get some good hits to your stomach, do you even have a first aid kit back home?”
the pointed tone she used with him and the pain of the bruising willed him to shut up and accept his fate he was secretly (and genuinely) sort of thankful for it, he really didn’t want to go home
after sneaking into the house and successfully into her room, kie switches on a lamp light; “i’m gonna go get the first aid kit, go take a shower so i can put something on your wounds” she whispers while tossing a towel to jj, she used the same pointed tone that made it non-negotiable, he sighed
“a pair of track-pants and a hoodie are on the second drawer on the left, you’re my size, it should fit.” she says as quiet remark while closing the door behind her
when she re-enters the room, she finds a very half-naked jj setting the towel aside. he knowingly smirks at her.
she does try to will a pool in her stomach she doesn’t recognise, her friends were all so goddamn attractive omg
“oh shut up you asshole”
jj tries to keep his heart steady at her voice slightly strained like that, what was that?
she gestures him onto the bed and he obediently sits opposite her. the mattress sinks at his weight almost too comfortably; it was something jj was still getting used to, they’d been friends for so long but her privilege always stunned him.
she handed him some vaseline and gestured to his lips, “it’ll make sure the rest of your lip doesn’t dry out because of the cut, you’ll thank me tomorrow”
she actively pretends not to notice how soft his lips looked under the dim light and how intently his blue eyes were staring at her
“yes ma’am”
she tries not to grin at how that nonchalantly makes her heart flutter, god he was such an idiot
she moves on to examine his torso, there was a littering of small pale-blue and purple bruises on him
she carefully begins to work her way through them with some cotton balls and ointment
jj finds it so weird how gentle she is, her brows are furrowed in concentration and she hums in satisfaction as she does every two or so bruises
he can’t help but think of how beautiful she is, just so purely beautiful and so so cool. her hair was so curly and her skin looked so soft...
sure she’d done this before - pope, him and jb had gotten into so much trouble in the last few years, but a year without her making sure they were okay had weirdly changed it
he realises how much he missed her not being there the last year she spent full kook
their comfortable silence, with her tending to the bruises and jj thinking about her the shenanigans they’d managed to get into over the years, was only broken when she stood back up to re-pack the first aid kit
she continues “im gonna go shower, you can take the bed, i’ll just sleep on the couch”
“no it’s okay, i’m definitely taking the couch-”
“my house my rules asshole, you’re taking the bed”
and there was that tone again, only his exhaustion seemed to give him courage to retort
“kie i’m not letting you sleep on the couch, we can share the bed” jj didn’t even realise those words coming out until they did
kie tried not to make it a big deal, she was taken a back sure, but she was chill..... so chill
“okay then, sharing it is”
that’s when jj registered their exchange
ten minutes later, after she had changed into some pj shorts and a t-shirt, she realised jj still hadn’t put a shirt on and was asleep soundly under the comforter
as soon as he felt the comforter dip next to him, he turned to face her, mostly asleep kie ignored her heart racing
“thank you”
jj slept so incredibly peaceful that night
ofc they woke up comfortably snuggling, they swore never to speak of it again
#this was half a squad fic and the other half a jj x kiera fic#i aim to please lmao#yeah and this is pretty long#but i think its worth it#i ship jj with literally everyone dont @ me#this seemed so cute to me#am i invested in them? not necessarily#but they are so fucking cute too#they he clung to her in that hot tub? BRUH#i kinda died#i love all their dynamics so much!!#jj x kiera#kiera x jj#outer banks#netflix outer banks#outer banks hc#outer banks fanfiction#outer banks ff#kiera x jj ff#kiera x jj hc#user:theouterbankpogues
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Fic Writer Questions
1) How many works do you have on AO3?
67 altogether on Ao3
2) What’s your total AO3 word count?
543,168 on Ao3 alone
3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Several. I have written for Beyblade (original series), Yu-Gi-Oh! (original series), Star Wars, Star Trek (both TOS and AOS), Doctor Who, Torchwood, Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural, and CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.
4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Most of my Ao3 fics are Supernatural, so here we go
Your Time is Gonna Come (Dean/Castiel, 43010 words) - This story is based on the song “Hotel California” and was originally meant to be part of a S16 group story project that never happened. Instead of just sitting on the idea I decided to write it. It’s a case!fic, pretend marriage story where Cas and Dean go undercover as a married couple at a hotel where guests are disappearing.
A Sign of Affection (Dean/Castiel, 2159 words) - This was one of the first Destiel stories I ever wrote and posted to Ao3. It’s just a cute little fluff piece where Sam explains different kiss meanings to Castiel who tries them out on Dean.
Secrets and Chains (Dean/Sam/Castiel, 42082 words) - I wrote this one for the 2015 Supernatural Kink Big Bang. Never got an artist for it, unfortunately, but I am still proud of this fic. I thought about what the strangest thing the boys could encounter could be, and a hidden sex dungeon and magical flying dildo in the bunker was it.
Unintentional Date (Dean/Castiel, Sam/Eileen, 4918 words) Written for Valentine’s Day 2021. I needed some more Destiel in my life so I wrote a ‘getting together’ fic where the boys go on an unintentional date after Sam asks Dean to let him and Eileen have the bunker for Valentine’s Day. I really like how it turned out, even if it’s a tad dialogue heavy. It’s pure fluff.
Breathe Trilogy (Jack/Ianto, various, 85,403 words) - My Torchwood series. The third fic alone has the fifth most kudos of all my Ao3 fics. Each story was written for a challenge on Torchwood Australia back in roughly 2007-2008. The first story was based on the song “Relax (Take it Easy)” by Mika (I song I still use as my phone ringtone) and the rest went from there.
5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Depends on the comment. If they ask a question I generally do respond, yes, but often there is no way to respond. I do wish eternal thanks on everyone who comments on my fics though. I love getting comments and hearing peoples favourite parts of my stories.
6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Oh man. I did one Beyblade story once where I killed everyone. I mean literally everyone. Because I could. I also have a Doctor Who/Torchwood story where the Doctor writes a letter to Jack after he/she dies for the final time leaving him the TARDIS. That’s more bittersweet than anything.
7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Most of my fics have happy endings so it’s hard to pick just one. Most of the time the guy gets the guy in the end.
8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?
I don’t think Doctor Who/Torchwood count as they’re in the same universe, but that’s about the extent of it.
9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Oh yes. I’ve had death threats. Let’s just say that the Nick/Greg part of CSI was very hated by a section of the fandom for homophobic reasons. It didn’t help that the Network played into that homophobia.
10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
I love writing smut. I may be asexual but I love the reactions I can get out of people. I find the whole concept of smut fascinating. I’ve also dabbled in BDSM in a few of my stories, including my Control (Jensen/Jared/Misha) series. I’ve also written two orgies over the years (one in the aforementioned Control series, and one for Torchwood).
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes and no. Parts of my Torchwood Breathe Trilogy appeared in Doctor Who Series 11 in episodes written by Chris Chibnall, who had formally worked on Torchwood. They were very, very, VERY big coincidences if they didn’t come from my stories. Just some names changed, but the events were extremely similar and happened in three episodes.
12) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes I have. To Russian and Polish. Mostly my Beyblade stories though.
13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?
A few times. I’ve had both good and bad experiences with co-writing. If you get a good co-writer what you can do is amazing. I even co-wrote with six other people at one point and that was great fun. I’ve also had an experience where the co-writer was self-projecting onto a character hard to the point the character was wildly OOC which ruined the experience. So yes, I’ve co-written and experienced both the best and worst of it.
14) What’s your all time favorite ship?
Jack/Ianto will always hold a special place in my heart. After that it’s Dean/Sam/Castiel, and Spock/Bones. I also like Jensen/Misha in RPF.
15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
It’s a Yu-Gi-Oh series. I wrote the first two parts of a five part series that I never finished. It has always bothered me. Also a Star Wars series I wrote back in late 90s/early 2000s. I got five stories deep. I was always bothered by the fact I couldn’t complete the love triangle of that series because there was a blanket “no homosexuality permitted” rule on the site I was writing for.
16) What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue. I’ve been trained as a script-writer so dialogue comes naturally to me. I love writing conversations between characters.
17) What are your writing weaknesses?
Descriptions. I don’t know why, but I’ve always struggled with them. While dialogue just flows, I always get stuck with descriptions. I’ve had it pointed out that I need to add more to stories to break up the dialogue as my fics are too dialogue heavy. I’m working on it.
18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I used to try and do this when I was younger, but now I avoid it unless it is a common saying in that language. Latin, for example, has some sayings in it that I have used. But for the most part yes, I avoid writing in other languages.
19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?
Star Wars. It’s where my username comes from in fact. Clarrisani was an original (mary sue) character I wrote when I was 14. I was very much into the Expanded Universe of Star Wars and heavily into the Kyp Durron/Jaina Solo pairing that I wrote many fics for. I even won a couple of fandom awards for my writing at the time which is pretty good for being that young.
20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
I love all of my fan fictions, but the Breathe Trilogy is probably my favourite. I don’t know what it is about it but it just seems to be holding up well with time. It was fun to write and came so easily to me. I was also surrounded by a very supportive fandom at the time before everything went to shit (I blame you RTD with your American Torchwood spinoff!). Plus I adore Jack/Ianto and still buy the little dribs and drabs they give us via the audiobooks. Seriously - “Serenity” by James Moran is an amazing audiobook and I love John Barrowman and Gareth David-Lloyd doing their characters in it.
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Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series | Part 3
Part: [Prologue] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Epilogue]
Word Count: 5265
Type: Angst, Fluff
Warnings: mentions murder, suicide, self-harm, drugs, being drugged, weapons (kinda), depression, anxiety, manic episodes,
Tag List: @alightiny
Author’s Note: Shit is about to hit the fan!!! Stay tuned fam :3
As usual, if y’all want to be added to the tag list, please shoot me a message 💖
“What are you two doing?”
Your head snapped to the door, shoulders relaxing instantly when you saw Chan’s smiling face. His dimples popped out, making you smile as you greeted the brunette. “Hey, Chan.”
“You look like you’re having fun.” Chan kneeled next to you and Hyunjin, offering his hand to the boy. Hyunjin shook Chan’s hand, smiling when he introduced himself. “I’m the one who takes over the night-shift.” The man chuckled. “Dr. Bang, but I hate the way that sounds so please call me Chan.”
Hyunjin couldn’t help but snicker at the older boy as he stood up. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Bang. How many jokes did you hear your first week?”
“Please. I’m still hearing them.” Chan laughed. “Well, if you’re ready to head home, go ahead. I’ll take over. If you want to stay, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind your company.”
Hyunjin paused, wondering what he should do. The next hour or two could be a HUGE opportunity to bond with you. If he could build a solid foundation of trust, Hyunjin might be able to dig into that brain of yours and figure out why you’re suffering from retrograde amnesia. It was clear that he gained your trust over the past hour. He was having fun chatting with you about this and that — and well… hearing you compliment him wasn’t half bad either.
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried about Chan. The man seemed trustworthy, but so did Dr. Henry when Hyunjin first met the man. Who’s to say that Chan isn’t going to get upset and beat you down? He was quite muscular. You wouldn’t stand a chance against him. Despite Hyunjin’s concern, he could see you trusted Chan, and in the end, that’s all that mattered.
Pure exhaustion took over and Hyunjin decided that yes… yes he did need to go back to the dorms and get some sleep. After all the fucked up things he’s seen today, he just wanted to plop in bed and sleep for a good twelve hours. “I think I’ll head home.” Hyunjin sighed and leaned forward, whispering in Chan’s ear while you were making your bed. “She witnessed a suicide today, so watch out for nightmares.”
Chan chuckled a bit. “You must care about her a lot.”
“Hmm?” Hyunjin cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Of course I care about her. She’s my patient.”
“Mhm.” Chan looked unconvinced. “Sure.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, making the younger boy flush bright red.
“Not what you think.” Hyunjin rubbed his cheeks to disguise the redness. “I’m going home. Goodnight.” Hyunjin turned to you and smiled brightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
You smiled and waved at Hyunjin. “Thank you. For everything.”
Hyunjin kneeled down to your level and ruffled your hair. “We’ll figure this out. I know we will. Sleep well.” Hyunjin stood up and headed out the door, smiling when he saw you wave goodbye.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Hyunjin smacked his cheeks a couple times, wincing at the sting. “I gotta get my shit together.” Hyunjin leaned his head back against the wall, shaking his head to rid himself of the images of blood, death, and deceit. The boy slowly sunk down the wall, threading his fingers in his hair as he tried to pull himself together.
He couldn’t cry. Not here. Not now.
The institution reminded him of something from a horror movie — one of the ones where everyone dies in the end. Hyunjin couldn’t help but curse himself for taking this job. During his first day, he’s dealt with an abusive doctor, creepy caretakers, an asshole boss, and he witnessed a man slice his own throat open with a shard of glass.
And then there was you…
You were like a bright ray of sunshine cutting through the cracks beneath the rubble of this institution. Behind all that anxiety — all that panic — was just a girl who was terrified of what lurked behind the walls. Hyunjin vowed to help you get out of Rosewood, and he was planning to follow through.
Hyunjin sighed and stood up, hoping no one saw him have a small meltdown. The amount of tension he was carrying in his shoulders was borderline painful. Hyunjin stretched his arms, hoping to ease the ache as he left the institution, pausing to wave at the kind-looking receptionist.
Hyunjin took a deep breath, eyes scanning the landscape around the institution. Perhaps he should start taking night walks? Rosewood looked even more beautiful at night. The rolling hills looked as though they jumped right out of a painting, the lush green grass illuminated by the moonlight. As he walked to the staff building with his hands in his pockets, he couldn’t help but think about you once more.
From what he’s heard over the past few hours, you were a horrible patient who constantly had anxiety attacks, meltdowns, and violent episodes. Many people told him you were on the brink of insanity. Based on your actions today, Hyunjin couldn’t see you putting up a fight with anyone. If you were, you probably had a good reason to. Hyunjin couldn’t shake the memories of Dr. Henry throwing you across the room. Your body would be clad with bruises in the morning. Too bad Dr. Douglas wouldn’t listen.
Hyunjin pushed on the door to the staff building, pausing when he spotted Minho slumped over by his room, head held in his hands. What’s he doing here? Minho looked defeated. Hyunjin could practically see the memories playing over and over again in the older boy’s head — a shitty slideshow telling him how he fucked up a man’s second chance at life.
“Hey,” Hyunjin gently rested his hand on the older boy’s shoulder, noticing the way Minho relaxed under his touch. When was the last time this man had someone on his side? “Why don’t you come in?” Hyunjin smiled sadly at Minho when he raised his head, dead eyes meeting Hyunjin’s lively brown orbs. Minho nodded and pushed his tired body off the ground, smiling ever-so-slightly as Hyunjin helped him stand.
“Sorry.” Minho’s voice was so quiet, Hyunjin wondered if he was hearing things correctly. His shoes scuffed against the floor as Minho trudged over to Hyunjin’s freshly made bed. “Today…” Minho paused, wracking his brain for the right words. “Can I…” He trailed off once more.
“Of course.” Hyunjin didn’t need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what Minho was going to ask. He couldn’t forget the look on Minho’s face — eyes full of grief as the needle fell from his hands. Minho lost the patient he’s been taking care of for three years. It had to be tough.
Besides… Hyunjin would rather Minho stay the night. He could use the company.
Minho plopped on Hyunjin’s bed, messing up the sheets as he scooted up to the headboard, hugging his knees to his chest. Brunette locks fell down his face, masking his glassy eyes.
Hyunjin felt for the older boy. He’s never witnessed a suicide before. Hyunjin couldn’t imagine watching you commit suicide — and he’s only known you a day.
“I met with Dr. Douglas.” Minho’s voice was small, voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re not in trouble right?” Hyunjin frowned. “You tried your best to stop him.”
“No…” Minho sighed. “They’re removing anything breakable from the patient’s rooms in the morning.”
“That makes sense.” Hyunjin leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’ll prevent any more suicides.”
“No, it won’t.” Minho scoffed, an empty chuckle slipping past his lips. “You don’t know what people will do to end their lives.”
“How can they…” Hyunjin trailed off, unsure if he wanted to know.
“I’ve seen a man run headfirst into the wall until he knocked himself out.” Minho clenched his eyes shut. “I’ve also seen someone stab themselves in the eye with a needle because they thought it would be long enough to kill them.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widened. “Are they still alive?”
“No.” Minho took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. “They always find a way, Hyunjin.” Minho shook his head. “Anyways, your girl has a glass music box from her mother. It’ll crush her when they confiscate it.”
“What?” Hyunjin sat down next to Minho. “I thought she didn’t remember anything from her past. How does she know it’s from her mother?”
“She doesn’t,” Minho mumbled. “Her mother knew she was here before…” Minho trailed off.
“Knew?” Hyunjin’s heart dropped. “Oh no…”
“Her mother died three months ago when I took over her care.” Minho chuckled. “That glass music box is her inheritance.”
“She doesn’t know?” Hyunjin couldn’t blame Minho for keeping it from you. Telling you heartbreaking information like that when you’re recovering could set you back. The last thing the doctors wanted was another patient losing their mind.
“She wasn’t doing well.” Minho sighed. “At all. I thought telling her would make things worse.” The poor boy felt horrible for keeping this from you for so long, but he didn’t know if you would have a breakdown. “She was constantly in and out of solitary confinement, she was having multiple electroconvulsive therapy sessions a day, and she was trying to attack me with a lamp every time I walked into her room.”
What? Multiple electroconvulsive therapy sessions in one day? That’s complete bullshit! Hyunjin’s mouth dropped open as he tried to process the information given to him. You were suffering from retrograde amnesia. This confirms his theory that the electroconvulsive therapy sessions were making your memory loss worse. Minho’s deep sigh shook Hyunjin out of his thoughts.
“Hey.” Hyunjin rested his hand on Minho’s shoulder. “You made the right call. Do you know about her father?” Hyunjin figured that changing the subject would help.
“We have no idea. We’ve never heard of a father, so we figured she grew up in a single-parent household.” Minho took a deep breath. “She’s about to lose the only thing that reminds her of her family. She’s going to be crushed.”
Hyunjin thought about it for a second. He was right. You had one little music box to remember your mother by. There’s no way in hell he was going to let you lose it. “Not if I have anything to do with it.” Hyunjin reached into the dresser and threw on a hoodie, rushing out the door before Minho could do anything about it.
“Dumbass.” Minho chuckled and laid under the covers, drifting off almost instantly.
Hyunjin rushed over to the institution and headed straight for your room. As soon as he opened the door, he could see the beautiful glass music box resting on the windowsill. The glass sparkled in the moonlight. He could see why you were so attached to it. The colorful glass was a nice contrast — compared to the dark, prison-like room you were forced to live in. The patients weren’t allowed to have pictures on the wall, the room was painted white, and the pitch-black sky didn’t help the eerie-looking room. No wonder you were depressed.
Little did Hyunjin know, eyes were watching his every move as he opened the door.
Hyunjin smiled when Chan waved at him from the desk in the corner of the room. “Forget something?”
Wait… Could he trust Chan? Despite his encounter with the older boy an hour ago, Hyunjin couldn’t shake that feeling of paranoia. Hyunjin knew he was being unreasonable, but he really only trusted Minho. Minho was the one who warned him about this place. Chan? Chan was continuing his work as if nothing was out of place at the institution. Hyunjin didn’t know if he should trust someone like that.
“Dr. Douglas needs you quick!” Hyunjin gestured to the door. “It sounds like an emergency!”
“Oh damn. Okay!” Chan closed his laptop and rushed out the door, pausing to say “Thanks!”
Great! Now that he’s gone, Hyunjin could grab the music box without you knowing. Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile as he saw your sleeping face. You looked unbothered by the world — as if you hadn’t been living in a horrible institution for the past few months.
Hyunjin reached out to the music box on the window sill, eyes sparkling as the colors shimmered in the moonlight.
“Why are you taking my music box?” Your small voice made Hyunjin’s heart drop. “That’s all I have.”
Hyunjin’s heart completely shattered when he looked over, noticing the pure betrayal in your glassy eyes. He worked so hard to build trust with you over the past 12 hours, he couldn’t lose it now. “Oh, I wasn’t.” Hyunjin smiled brightly. “I just thought it was pretty.” Hyunjin sat at the edge of your bed, brushing some hair behind your ear as you yawned. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have tried to touch it. I just wanted to hear the song.”
“It’s fine.” You mumbled and rubbed your eyes. “You can open it.”
Hyunjin reached over, grabbing the music box off the windowsill, holding the fragile box in his hands. He gently opened the lid, closing his eyes to listen to the beautiful melody that began to play. Hyunjin felt your head drop onto his shoulder, sending his heart into a frenzy as he leaned his head onto yours.
“My mother gave this to me.” You smiled as you looked up at Hyunjin, noticing how beautiful his milky skin looked in the moonlight.
“Yeah?” Hyunjin smiled. “Your mother has good taste.”
“She used to sing this song to me when I was a kid.” Your face fell. “She hasn’t come to visit me yet.” Hyunjin’s heart broke when your eyes started to glassy. “She sent me letters saying she’ll come. Why hasn’t she come Hyunjin?”
Hyunjin’s face paled as he said, “I don’t know sweetheart. She’s probably sick. The institution won’t let sick people in the building because they don’t want any of the patients to get sick.”
Did you buy it?
“Oh that makes sense.” You smiled at Hyunjin. “I can’t wait for you to meet her. She’s a wonderful person.”
Cute...
Wait, what?
Hyunjin’s eyes widened when he realized what just happened. Okay, so he thought you were cute. That’s not a bad thing, right? It’s not like he wanted to take you out to the gardens for a picnic and oh my god that’s exactly what he wants to do.
Hyunjin’s cheeks flushed. He was doing it again. He was falling way too hard way too fast for someone he barely knows.
“I came to check up on you after today. Are you doing okay?” Hyunjin chose to ignore his feelings and change the subject before he ends up telling you how he feels.
“I guess.” Despite being really tired, you were still happy to see the ebony-haired boy. “I’m tired though.”
“That’s fine.” Hyunjin smiled. “Go ahead and go back to sleep. I’m going to head home.”
“Be safe.” You laid back down in bed, almost instantly falling asleep.
As he left the room, Hyunjin couldn’t shake the disappointed look in your eyes. He missed his opportunity to take the music box, despite the damn thing being right in his hands. Hyunjin felt like he couldn’t take it now. You’d never trust him again. Who knows what would happen if he told you about the new rule in the institution? Hyunjin was convinced that you wouldn’t believe him. It is the first day after all.
“Hyunjin!”
Oh, Christ what now?
Hyunjin sighed as he turned around, spotting Dr. Douglas in front of him. “Hello, sir.” As much as he wanted to throw a fit and call him names, Hyunjin knew he had to play nice for now.
“Minho informed me about the incident in room 304.” Dr. Douglas frowned. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I appreciate what you did in there.”
“No worries.” Hyunjin smiled. “I didn’t do much. It was all Minho.”
Dr. Douglas smiled nervously, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he said, “Look, son —”
“I’m not your son.” Hyunjin’s eyes hardened as he waited for the older man to continue.
Dr. Douglas sighed, arms crossing over his chest in frustration. “I’m trying to be friends here.”
“Pardon my confusion, but I’ve never worked in a place with a friendly boss.” Hyunjin smiled an innocent look in his eyes — almost enough to fool the man in front of him.
“You don’t have to like me, but you have to do your job.” Dr. Douglass glared.
“I plan to.”
Dr. Douglas rolled his eyes. “Did Miss _____ get her medicine today?”
Hyunjin’s heart dropped in his stomach. “Of course.”
A long, unnerving silence followed — one that made Hyunjin’s blood run cold. Did he know? If Dr. Douglas found out about Hyunjin hiding the pills, he’d surely lose his job. Getting fired the first day on the job wouldn’t look good for his resume.
“And how was she?” Dr. Douglas stared at him.
Hyunjin swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing the sentence out of his throat. “She was fine. A little nervous, but that’s to be expected.”
Dr. Douglas seemed to accept this explanation. “See? All her medications are working for her. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Of course sir.” Hyunjin smiled. “I apologize for my behavior earlier. I just wasn’t aware of Peroproxin, and I realize that Dr. Henry was merely doing his job.”
“That’s quite alright son.”
Hyunjin’s eye twitched at his designated nickname. “I have a quick question.”
“Of course son.” Dr. Douglas smiled.
“Not your son — umm. Could I look at the ingredients that are used in Peroproxin? I’m just curious because I’ve never heard of that medication. I’m curious to see what it contains.” Hyunjin figured he’d play dumb. Maybe he could get his hands on one of the bottles and see what’s actually in the medication?
“Sorry, Hyunjin. It’s late and I’m headed home.” Dr. Douglas sighed. “I’m glad we hired you. You seem to be doing a great job.”
“Thank you, sir.” Hyunjin yawned dramatically. “I’m pretty beat. I’ll head home too.”
“Goodnight son.”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes after Dr. Douglas walked off. That asshole was just trying to piss him off. After sighing like a passive-aggressive child, Hyunjin made his way to the lobby, pausing when he passed by your door.
Maybe Chan could help him out?
Even though he didn’t quite trust the man yet, Chan was his last chance. If Hyunjin had to sacrifice his career to help you, so be it. Hyunjin slowly opened the door and smiled at Chan.
“Everything okay?” Chan turned towards Hyunjin, brows creasing when he saw the boy’s shoulders slump. “Because I recall being told I was needed in Dr. Douglas’s office, and he wasn’t there.” The older boy raised an eyebrow at Hyunjin. “If you needed a moment alone with your girlfriend, all you had to do was ask.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Hyunjin crossed his arms over his chest. “I just…”
“Don’t worry.” Chan chuckled. “You don’t have to explain. I understand how hard it is to trust people in this place.” He smiled. “So, what can I help you with?”
Hyunjin strolled over to Chan, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “I need to get my hands on a bottle of Peroproxin.”
“Hyunjin I can’t help you with that.” Chan sighed. “We’re doctors, not pharmacists.”
“Yes, but we have the ability to prescribe. We should be allowed to look at the medication we’re prescribing these patients.” Hyunjin was frustrated. This didn’t make any sense.
“We’re not allowed to change prescriptions in this institution. Dr. Douglas handles all of that.” Chan’s brows creased.
“But —”
“Hyunjin. Let it go.” Chan’s stern voice startled the boy. “There are eyes and ears everywhere. You need to be careful.”
What?
“I know this looks like I’m just being a brat, but I need this Chan.” Hyunjin’s eyes glassed over. “I need to figure this out for her. I can’t just watch her suffer.”
Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Down the hall, to the left. There’s a big ass room filled with bottles of pills. Peroproxin is on the second shelf from the top — you’ll be able to reach it.” He paused. “Look for bottle 258B. That’s what she’s prescribed. If you’re caught and my name gets dragged into this, I’m going to find you and kick your ass.” Chan looked up at Hyunjin and chuckled. “Rosewood Psychiatric Institution will be the least of your worries.”
“Thank you!” Hyunjin hugged the man, catching Chan off guard. He just threatened Hyunjin, and now the boy is hugging him? Well, worst things could happen.
“Hurry up before the guards start to take their rounds seriously.” Chan shooed Hyunjin off, hoping the boy wouldn’t be seen.
Hyunjin rushed off to the medicine, smiling when he spotted the big ass room Chan described. That’s it! Now all he has to do is —
“What are you doing up sir?”
Hyunjin spun around, head spinning as he met face to face with Dr. Henry. “Please, just call me Hyunjin.” Hyunjin smiled. “I was looking for the bathroom on this floor and I got lost.” Hyunjin chuckled. “Can you please tell me where it is?”
“I was told your shift ended two hours ago.” Dr. Henry smirked. “Why are you here still?”
Hyunjin paled. How was he going to talk his way out of this one?
“I asked him here.” A short man stepped out from the shadows. “I just wanted to confirm what he saw in room 304.”
Dr. Henry frowned. “Alright then. I assume Changbin can help you with your little…” Dr. Henry leaned forward, breath ghosting near Hyunjin’s ear. “Problem.” The man chuckled darkly before walking away.
“Okay, that gave me the jeebies.” Hyunjin shivered, wiping his ear with his hand.
“I don’t blame you.” The short man — Changbin chuckled.
“Thanks for saving my ass.” Hyunjin smiled.
“Don’t mention it.” Changbin smiled. “I’m a friend of Minho’s. He’s told me a lot about you.”
“Wow…” Hyunjin laughed. “Day one and I’m already making a name for myself.”
“You aren’t like other caretakers.” He chuckled. “What are you after?”
“Medicine,” Hyunjin replied. “I’m looking for Peroproxin.”
“I can’t help you there.” Changbin chuckled. “I’m the head of security, so I typically handle crazy patients.”
“So you’re the one who makes sure they get beat into submission?” Hyunjin scanned the various shelves in the medicine room, spotting the bottle he was after.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” Hyunjin’s chest tightened when he saw the genuine confusion on Changbin’s face. “I don’t beat anyone. I’m just the muscle that kicks unruly visitors out of the institution.”
“I’m sorry.” Hyunjin apologized. “I’ve seen some disturbing things over the past 12 hours and I’m starting to get paranoid.”
“That isn’t a bad thing.” Changbin sighed. “You have your medicine. Now get out of here so I can erase the footage of you stealing.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widened at Changbin’s words. “Thank you.” He paused, resting his hand on Changbin’s shoulder. “Seriously… Thank you.”
“Yeah yeah.” Changbin sighed. “Get out of here.” Hyunjin thanked him once more before darting out of the institution — heading back to his dorm room.
The ebony-haired man yawned as he opened the door to his room, smiling softly when he spotted Minho passed out in his bed. At least the boy was able to get some sleep. Hyunijn brushed some bangs out of Minho’s eyes, noticing the way the boy’s nose scrunched in his sleep.
Hyunjin has always had a nurturing touch. He’s been taking care of his mother since he was a young boy. His mother suffered from a few different mental disorders, and after his father committed suicide, she completely stopped taking care of herself. So at five years old Hyunjin started taking care of his mother. He cooked her meals, made sure she took her medicine, and he kept her company until she was well enough to take care of herself.
This stuck with him over the years. Hyunjin always wanted to please — to make sure that people were taken care of.
Unfortunately, much like his mother, his emotions were like glass. Hyunjin always fell too deep too fast when it came to love. After a few bad breakups, he decided that romance just wasn’t in the cards for him.
Well… That was until he met you.
Seeing someone with such a pure heart being mistreated, hit something deep within him. He couldn’t help but admire your courage. Every day you woke up, putting your trust in these corrupt doctors, in hopes that your memories will return.
Speaking of missing memories…
Hyunjin pulled out the bottle of Peroproxin — spying the list of ingredients in the back. What on earth were those? Hyunjin gasped when he realized that he had no idea what any of these ingredients were. How could a doctor prescribe a drug like this to his patients without knowing what’s in it?
Hyunjin pulled out his laptop, opening the browser and searching the ingredients one by one. Nothing popped up. Hyunjin sighed and rubbed his eyes. His vision started to blur as exhaustion took over, knocking the boy out cold on the floor.
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“Wake up sleeping beauty.” Hyunjin smiled at you as you slowly sat up from the bed.
“What time is it?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
“Time to get up.” He chuckled and sat next to you on the bed. “I’m just popping in to ask you a question.”
Hyunjin flipped shifts with Chan every-so-often. He must be working the night shift today.
Over the past few weeks, you and Hyunjin were like two peas in a pod. After your music box was taken, you had a few meltdowns, but Hyunjin was able to help you through all of them. He always took care of you — no matter how bad things got.
“Here’s your dose of Prozac.” Hyunjin handed you a pill and you took it, washing the pill down with some water.
“Are you allowed to do this?” You loved taking this medication, but you were worried about Hyunjin. The last thing you wanted was to see Hyunjin lose his job because of you. The boy worked so hard to become a doctor. One bad experience could wreck his chances at getting another job.
“No, not at all.” Hyunjin chuckled. “Minho handles a lot of the medication these days, so he’s been adjusting the count for me.” He smiled at you. “Minho hates this place as much as we do. Don’t worry.”
“Thank you.” You held Hyunjin’s hand, making the boy’s cheeks flush a bit. “I appreciate all you do for me.”
“I’d do it for anyone,” Hyunjin replied.
Oh…
Well, that hurts a little.
“Well, thanks anyways.” You visibly sulked, but Hyunjin didn’t notice. “What did you want to ask me?”
“Oh yeah!” Hyunjin beamed. “Chocolate or vanilla?”
“What?” You tilted your head in confusion.
Cute…
“What’s your favorite?” Hyunjin smiled brightly. “It’s your birthday tomorrow and I have a surprise for you.”
“Chocolate I guess.” You smiled. “You don’t have to do anything.”
“I want to. You have a special place in my heart.”
Oh my god there it was.
You couldn’t stop the blush spreading on your cheeks as you grinned. That means he likes you right? Well, like as a friend but what if… What if he liked you as more than a friend?
“All of my patients have a special place in my heart.” Hyunjin smiled.
You couldn’t help but sigh. Or perhaps you’re just another patient to him…
“Hey, I have to go get something to eat, but I’ll see you in an hour for my shift!” Hyunjin quickly left the room, leaving you excited for his shift, yet confused about your feelings for the boy.
You trusted him.
You trusted him with your life but… that wasn’t the main reason you loved him. It wasn’t because of his beauty — nor was it because of his kindness. You were entranced by his every move. Every word that left his lips was interesting to you. You loved everything about him.
But clearly, he didn’t see you as anything other than a patient — which is to be expected from a guy who has lived his life with his nose in a book.
You couldn’t help but sigh, boredom taking over as you tried to figure out what you should do. Hyunjin gave you a book to read a few weeks ago. You should probably finish that so you could stay up tonight and chat with him about the book. You pulled the worn-out book from your shelf and started to read.
Chan left earlier to help Minho with something important, and you told him you’d be fine until Hyunjin came in for his night shift. You weren’t used to being on your own, and you missed the company. Hyunjin always chatted with you about many different things. You told him stories you’ve never shared with anyone before… at least you think. Your memory wasn’t the best.
Footsteps tore your attention from the pages. Did Hyunjin forget something? Chan said he’d be gone the rest of the night, so you didn’t think that he’d be back so soon. You turned around to see a new face — someone you weren’t familiar with. He was in a uniform, so you figured he must work at Rosewood. “Where’s Chan?”
“Chan told me to look after you until your other doctor comes.” The man answered, eyes avoiding your gaze as he scanned the room.
What was he looking for?
The energy in the room completely shifted. Instead of being calm, you felt nervous and afraid. You wanted Hyunjin back. You were scared. If Chan actually sent this man, wouldn’t he know that your other doctor was Hyunjin? Did this man actually work here?
The man lunged for you, catching you off guard as you fell out of the chair. A sharp pain in the side of your neck made you cry out in pain, hand smacking at the man as the tip of the needle pierced your skin. What was he giving you? Was he sedating you? You didn’t do anything wrong?
“Hyunjin!” You cried out, but your voice sounded off. The room went blurry as you slumped to the ground, unable to support your body with your weak arms.
Another man walked into the room as you tried to lift yourself up. You were too dizzy to do anything other than sit up on the floor, but you were kicked down as soon as you saw a large body dropped beside you. You tried to scream, but you couldn’t. It was as if you were paralyzed. One of the men positioned your body so you were laying right next to the dead body. You could see red seep onto the floor as the man from earlier stabbed it multiple times with something. The pieces clicked together all at once. He was trying to frame you for murder.
Where was Hyunjin?
The man left the room, leaving you scared and shaking on the floor. Your consciousness cut in and out for a while. You could feel the blood reach your fingertips, staining the skin red. You couldn’t remember much of what happened, but you remembered one thing when you regained consciousness.
Your heart shattered when your eyes met Hyunjin’s — fear evident in his big brown eyes.
“What did you do?”
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tipsy (i) - peter parker
summary: you lost five years of your life to the blip. five years without your family, your friends, and without really being alive. your dad’s solution? send you and your friends on a fully-paid vacation to spain. no superheroes stuff, no villains; just pure, teenage fun. how eventful could one week be?
words: 1.1k
pairing: peter parker x stark! reader
warnings: drinking (not really underage if they’re legal in that country), typical teenage stuff, young love and pining
parts: part one, part two, part three
a/n: ooey gooey teenage fluff
Basic-(Y/N) did not come out often.
She was often reserved for the two months of the year where you aren’t worried about grades and school and being stuck in an Infinity stone or whatever happened; summer.
And when summer rolled around, the VSCO-loving, Instagram-whore, Basic-(Y/N) made herself known.
You weren’t really one to try to keep up with ever-changing Instagram trends (not that you are a “not-like-the-other-girls’ trope, you just had more important things to worry about), but during the summer, everyone, most especially your dad and your best friend, encouraged you to let loose a little bit more.
So, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, fiddling with the friendship bracelet that Morgan, your stepsister, had made for you a few days prior, and readjusting your incognito airport outfit.
“You’re overthinking this,” your Dad says as he leans on the door frame to your bathroom, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he watches you decide whether or not you will be joining your friends on a trip to Barcelona, Spain.
You sigh and run a hand through your hair, “Yeah well, I don’t know why you’re letting me go to Spain with my friends. You’re planning something, aren’t you.”
“I am not!” he defends himself.
“Dad, you wouldn’t be paying for this trip unless you had some kind of motive,” you scoff, “Flying a bunch of teenagers to a country where we are legal? You are definitely up to something.”
Your Dad sighs before pushing himself off the threshold and walking towards you, arms open in an embrace. You quickly step into chest and breath the scent of whatever new cologne he’s wearing as he straps his arms tightly around you. You both stay in that position for a while before your Dad pulls away, ducking his head to look at your face. You stare back up at him.
“Look, kid,” he starts, “I know the Blip was hard for this family. You disappeared and came back with a new baby sister and a family who still mourned but tried to still carry on.”
Your eyes water at the thought of Morgan, the sister you cared about so deeply despite not being there for a lot of her ‘firsts.’
Your Dad smiles softly at you as you bury your head into the t-shirt he wore underneath his blazer. He rubs your back and continues, “But sweetheart, you gotta be a kid again. That grape took so much of your teenage years away and as a Father, isn’t it my job to bring it back?”
“But the drinking—”
“All of you would technically be legal if you hadn’t Blipped, except for that Brad kid. Wasn’t he like, two feet tall before?”
You laugh at him and shake your head, “I don’t know, he was really nice to me after I came back. Super understanding—I guess the trip felt like it’d be more fun with him?”
Your Dad gives his signature Tony Stark eye-roll, “Whatever, better be a good kid if I’m paying for him to go to Europe.”
The two Starks laugh in the bathroom in each other’s embrace when a buzz from your back pocket prompts you to pull away.
“Lemme guess, it’s Parker?”
You roll your eyes at the mention of your best-friend, “It is not—”
You cut yourself off at the sight of the text:
pete :) may says u should be at the airport like 4 hrs before the flight? u still coming to pick me up or what?
“It was him wasn’t it?”
You collect your stuff and playful shove past your Dad, “He was just complaining that you take too long.”
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Peter Parker had a long couple of months.
In an attempt to regain some of his teenage years back, he had agreed to go to Europe with his class to try to live a normal life—or some semblance of normality.
Instead, he spent his time fighting Mysterio and whatever Inception-shit that guy pulled off.
You had not been on the Europe trip as you and the rest of the Starks spent several months off-the-grid in their Upstate cabin, learning to be a family again. Peter understood the situation just fine: you had been Blipped and came back with a kid-sister. He was glad that you go to spend time with your family and adjusting to life again.
He still missed you though.
However mere weeks after the original Europe trip, Peter couldn’t say that he was expecting the text message from a group chat that he got.
(y/n) im not in hiding any more yall. lets go on a trip
ned the last time i was on a trip i literally almost died
betty a trip? to where? we could come visit you upstate!!
(y/n) don’t bother im moving back to the city with the fam. and i was thinking something…farther?
ned florida?
mj who in their right mind you want to go to florida?
flash me
mj my point still stands
brad canada?
(y/n) beautiful country but i can only take trees for so long. dad’s thinking spain? barcelona has sick beaches
ned not all of us can afford spain…
betty and ned’s original point? last time we were in europe we almost died
(y/n) first off! a few things are gonna be different! one, ill be there. two, the avengers have resettled, my dad’s moving back into the city so threats can be handled by them. and three, dad’s paying for the whole thing. says we need a PROPER vacation. not like your europe trip that sounded like hell
peter cmon guys i think it’ll be a good idea. we could all use a hard reset before school starts up again.
That’s where Peter found himself; sitting on the couch playing iMessage games with you as an episode of Law and Order played aimlessly in the background. His suitcase lied on his lap to make sure that May couldn’t sneak the suit in there when he wasn’t looking. Everyone needed a real vacation; he was just happy Mr. Stark felt the same way.
“No suit this time?” May asks from in front of him. He looks up and finds her holding the suit with eyebrows raised.
He shakes his head, “Mr. Stark said he’s got all threats under control and that we should just be kids and enjoy our trip.”
She nods understandingly and presses a kiss to Peter’s head, “That I can agree with. But if anything goes wrong, you call Happy okay? He’ll come get you.”
Peter shudders, “I can’t believe you’re dating him.”
“I wouldn’t call it dating per se…”
“May!”
A loud honk from the open window separates the two of them. Peter winces slightly before looking at his phone, only to see a text from you from a couple of minutes ago.
(y/n) <3 expect a honk! warned you lol
“That’s my ride,” Peter says before embracing May.
“Be good,” she says affectionately.
Peter nods against her, “Aren’t I always?”
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I agree that the Overhaul arc is poorly done, but I'm curious - what are your thoughts on Nighteye? He's one of my favorite characters, mostly because he clearly cares so deeply about so much yet he's rewarded with pretty much nothing but suffering for it. I felt like his fate was handled...absolutely terribly by Horikoshi, with it being glossed over almost immediately after it happened rather than having the profound effect on Deku, Mirio, and All Might that it should have. (1/2)
I feel like part of the reason the Overhaul arc feels so hollow is because it seems like a means to an end in introducing some new characters - Mirio, Tamaki, Nejire, and Eri, primarily - but the arc ITSELF has very little effect on anyone or anything in it once the story moves on. There’s no lasting impact; it barely even gets referenced again. And again, Nighteye’s care and dedication go largely unrecognized and unrewarded. There’s almost nothing to feel good about in the arc. (2/3 lied again)
The longest time I spent away from staying current on the manga - when I couldn’t muster the will or desire to read - was during the Overhaul arc. I think it was poorly executed all around, that the most sympathetic characters in it were unilaterally punished for their best qualities, and that what should have been important was given the same post-arc treatment as filler fluff. What are your thoughts on the problems with the arc? And what do you think of Nighteye as a character, and his fate?
I have several problems with the arc, but the biggest one is that for such a long, Midoriya-centric arc, I feel like I’ve hardly learnt anything new about him, and that he hasn’t changed much.
As for my problems with the arc:
1. Mirio
Mirio was obviously introduced as a foil to Deku, to show that Midoriya wasn’t the only possible heir to OfA, he wasn’t even the best choice by far. It’s an interesting setup, but one that I don’t really know what to do with narratively.
If anything, it soured my opinion on All Might quite a bit. Because he behaves like OfA is just another quirk, something he can do with as he wishes, and bestow it on a good-hearted, but naively idealistic kid with no body strength or combat experience to speak of. And I can’t help but think of all the times Deku almost died, taking OfA (a legacy quirk, nurtured by generations to be able to counter humanity’s big threat, AFO) to the grave with him, and All Might’s choice starts to feel selfish and short-sighted.
I do think at the end of the story, All Might’s choice will be vindicated, because something will make Deku in retrospect the best possible holder (my bet is that due to quirk singularity, Deku’s quirklessness will play into his advantage in hindsight), but for what we know now:
1. All Might passed up on choosing someone with a quirk to help increase the power of OfA.
2. All Might without ever considering the greater implications and wider responsibility, didn’t even look at the candidate chosen by his close allies, who did have a pure heart, had been training hard for years, managed to turn a very difficult quirk into a powerful weapon and was perfect both in body and mind. Instead, he went with a spur of the moment nostalgia, because he SAW HIMSELF in Deku - and I cannot applaud this.
Before you come @ me angrily - I don’t hate on Deku - I think Deku from his perspective deserves it, and has done as well as he reasonably could, and even going above and beyond trying to make the quirk as his own.
This is a criticism of All Might’s choice as framed by the narrative. It feels less wisdom and more selfish wish-fulfillment from this perspective.
Mirio has to fall and lose his quirk because obviously someone so much stronger than Deku cannot stay in the narrative and not bring up more questions going into the battle against Shiggy. But the way Mirio loses and Deku wins against Overhaul I feel also doesn’t have a lot of lessons - when fighting, have the right Loli-backpack with a convenient power just to make up for your current problem???
I don’t even like Mirio that much as a character - he feels a bit too perfect, a bit too powerful to be interesting to me. I like my characters flawed and conflicted.
So I think the Mirio vs. Deku comparisons didn’t really deliver anything for me. I came out of the arc not having anything convince me that Mirio wouldn’t have been the better choice and just as deserving as Deku. I don’t know what Deku learnt - he has a bit of confidence crisis, but he’s already had confidence problems, and doesn’t seem to last beyond this arc.
2. Sir Nighteye
Again, his character seems another way to make All Might less likable. We finally learn that a lot of his splendid isolation at the top of the hero-mountain is self-imposed; that he pushed away his allies and refused a helping hand.
Sir Nighteye is an idealistic All Might fanboy, a lot like young Midoriya, except he was pushed away.
His quirk is also quite broken in many ways, which makes you wonder where did they hide him in pivotal moments like Kamino?
I honestly didn’t feel much for Sir Nighteye - he felt more like a plot device than a real flesh and blood character to me. But I feel that the points he was created to make (i.e. All Might’s behaviour in choosing Deku was reckless) were not convincingly refuted.
Yes, the story may have proven that he cannot predict all ends, that the future can be changed - but still, just because he couldn’t foresee Eri (a deus ex machina device) activating in the crucial moment doesn’t change the validity of his criticism.
I also feel that his death was a bit hollow - it doesn’t profoundly change Deku, Mirio or All Might. It’s a momentary sadness, but not a kind of emotional devastation.
3. Eri
She’s cute and all, but her power feels a bit too convenient in the sense that now whenever something horrible happens, it never feels permanent, because we are like - oh, well, Eri will just rewind that. (Mirio’s quirk, Shirakumo, Deku’s deadly wounds…nothing is of consequence.)
I’m not going to pass a judgement on this until we get the picture of what Eri’s power actually is, what are it’s limits, how it is fuelled - but it’s something that can break the narrative.
4. Overhaul
Chisaki had a great potential and amazing design, but I feel like him as a villain also didn’t quite deliver.
I guess he’s put in as a foil of Shigaraki. While Shiggy is the guy trying to bring on a new era, but clinging onto the teachings of his master, and has a quirk that’s only hugely destructive, Overhaul is trying to “preserve the old ways” by basically staging a coup in the yakuza, and he has a quirk that could be a powerful healing quirk, which he uses for evil?
He’s also a bit similar to Eri in this - that his OP quirk could have been turned into pure good if he was saved from the yakuza’s clutches as a child. Still, in the end of the arc, I don’t have much feelings about Overhaul - nothing that really prompts me think in his ideals (like Stain did), or nothing that makes me feel empathy for him (like Shiggy’s or Toga’s backstory does), or nothing to make me intrigued (like Dabi does).
5. Too large cast - too little character development
We get introduced a ton of new characters - but in the end, the only ones I feel like I learned something substantial about are Fatgum, Mirio, Sir Nighteye and a little bit Amajiki.
On the negative side - we leave the characters we spent the last 150 chapters learning to care about behind. We only see Uraraka, Froppy (but they are totally sidelined), Deku (who as said above doesn’t feel coming out having grown from this arc - but yeah, 100% OFA looks cool I guess?) and Kirishima (who got a decent backstory and development).
We also see Aizawa - and similarly to Nighteye - we also see why he needs to be taken out of every fight, because otherwise his presence would resolve it too fast. He has that one nice scene with Deku, showing that he probably realized that he needs to care about the emotional well-being of his students.
Otherwise, because we are fully following the raid, I’m sitting there thinking after 13 episodes, when will I see the class, and the characters I’ve come to be invested in again?
In the end, for almost 50 chapters and 14 episodes, the really emotionally impactful moments are few and far in between:
- Deku - All Might - change the future together
- Kirishima: Red Riot Unbreakable
- The Suneater fight
- Kirishima & Fatgum against Rappa
- Mirio standing up to Overhaul after losing his quirk
- Deku vs Overhaul (spectacular, but not very character-driven)
- Sir Nighteye death (but like I said, not as impactful as could have been)
In the end, it tried to grab too much, and it didn’t deliver a coherent whole. I think Horikoshi is better at writing shorter, more compact arcs.
I don’t hate it, but it’s certainly not one I want to rewatch or re-read and mostly I’m just looking forward for it to be over and for us to get on to other storylines.
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Another top 10 couple list
Just as any of my other top tens-These are just my favorite couples! Thats literally it. Im not dismissing your ships or anything like that. ^^ Ive done this before and as such will only be doing my NEWER ships that I’ve come to ship since then.
(One million)Honorable mentions:
Touka and Kaneki-(Tokyo ghoul-Tokyo ghoul Re:)
Midoriya and Todoroki-(My hero academia)
Catra and Scorpia-(She ra and the princesses of power)
Rose and The Doctor-(Doctor Who)
Crowley and Aziraphale-(Good Omens)
Mikasa and Eren-(Attack on Titan)
Dazai and Chuuya-(Bungou Stray Dogs)
Homura and Madoka-(Puella Madoka Magica-Rebellion)
Ladybug and Chat Noir-(Miraculous Ladybug)
Mirai and Akihito (Beyond the Boundary)
10. Catra and Adora-(She Ra and the Princesses of Power)
Childhood friends to rivals to enemies. It has so many different tropes that its crazy. They have this chemistry thats just...unbeatable. Even though they are enemies at this point its still...there. They are the Sole reason I got into this show and one of the main reasons I stick with it. Though I put them so low on the list because they need to grow more healthy before I really really get into it. They have so much potential and room for growth.
9. Atsushi and Kyouka-(Bungou Stray Dogs)
Just two cinnamon rolls in love. Thats about all I can say about them. I think they have a really deep bond and trust in one another. His drive to want to help her and her need to protect him Its just really cute to watch. His anguish when he thought she died and his relief and happiness when she wasnt-It tugged at my heart. I know most people prefer my honorable mention as opposed to this one but...I just really, really love their dynamic.
8. Ymir and Historia
Ahh, they are just so. Heartbreaking and...beautiful. Ymirs love for Historia is so refreshing in such a dark show. This pairing made me fall in love with it so quickly and then later on it was so beautifully executed...Ymir being the one that made Historia become her true self and be honest with everyone and Historia being the reason Ymir cared for others made be love this couple so much. And dont even get me started on Ymirs letter to her. I dont need to open that box of tissues.
7. Marinette and Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug)
I just perfer this dynamic over most of the others in this show. I dont know why? I just do haha. I guess because he thinks he needs to protect Marinette but in reality she is strong enough to take care of herself? And the fact I just like Chat Noirs personality better with Marinette. Its fun to see.
6. Kyoko and Sayaka (Puella Madoka Magica)
Ahh, The red and blue gays. Its no secret this is a thing. Their will be spoilers here if you havnt watched the anime!! I highly suggest it!! They butt heads, taunt, tease, and would gladly punch each other. But they also understand each other in a way no one else does. Kyoko opened up to Sayaka. She...didnt do that for any of the other characters. And then she died trying to save her soul. And when Sayaka and Kyoko both came back in another timeline Sayaka admitted to having one regret. And It was leaving Kyoko behind. Its just...so good.
5. Gon and Killua (Hunter x Hunter 2011)
This is a couple that Im content with staying as a brotp or otp. They are both young-To young for this to be anything but pure fluff to me. They trust each other so, so much and would die protecting one another. They also have angst-A lot of it but Im not going to spoil it for anyone who might not know. I will say I just started liking them together just because of how sugery sweet they are usually. Killua is highly protective over Gon, as he was his first friend. And Gon has such a high trust in Killua its amazing. I just think they are too precious for this world. Platonic or otherwise.
4. Mika and Yuu (Owari no Seraph)
Ahh, My gay bois. My gay demon and Vampire due. They are just. So. perfect together??? Its weird how fast I shipped it?? Mika and Yuu has such a deep bond and good chemistry its amazing. I litterally saw them in the first episode and started to ship them. Mikas strong protective instinct over ‘Yuu-chan’ and Yuus despair over having to leave Mika behind was just...great. And Yuu offering his blood to Mika and immediate acceptance was heartwarming...I love them together so much.
3.Mutsuki and Urie-(Tokyo Ghoul Re:)
Alright now were getting to the controversial one. Im not so sure if this is a loved or hated pairing-But I know Mutsuki is a fairly disliked character. I personally love him and think hes an extremely interesting character to read and study. And his relationship with Urie being one of the prime reasons I love him. Urie and Mutsuki have had a ongoing bond since the auction raid and it just seemed to grow more and more apparent to me that Urie seemed to have romantic feelings towards Mutsuki. Mutsuki seems to see Urie as a source of comfort and security as he opens up to him the most out of everyone else. And not to mention Urie gets...very protective over Mutsuki as seen above and in other scenarios. I just really love them together.
2. Glenn and Maggie (The Walking Dead)
I stopped watching this show a long time ago-However this couple always stuck out to me and gave me hope. I loved Glenn and I loved Maggie and I loved them together. Such a loving and supportive relationship. They gave such a bleak show some hope and love. We got to see them going from nothing to sex partners to having a relationship and, eventually, a marriage. And then a pregnancy. It was amazing to watch and I still love it to this day.
1. The Doctor and Clara (Doctor who)
Another controversial one I think? I loved Clara. She is my favorite companion by a long shot. I loved her storylines. I loved her with both of the doctors. She had such a good chemistry with the eleventh doctor it was unbeatable. And the way she had to learn to relove the twelfth one was just...both angsty and cute. They both clearly loved her-At least in my opinion. And she loved them as well. The way the Doctor fought to bring her back when the Raven got her and the way He jumped in his own timestream to save her it just summented this couple as my favorite one out of all the new ones I shipped.
Thats about it for now!! I’ll probably make another one of these once I watch more shows or ship a lot of new characters~ Thanks for reading and see y’all later! <33
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DeanxReader Oneshot Masterlist
( * means this one has been translated into Spanish)
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~*Bitter – High School aged reader helps Dean solve her parents’ murders, and Dean tries to help her grieve (angst & fluffish)
~*Twenty-One – On your 21st birthday, you celebrate at the bar, but after a few drinks you accidentally let a little secret slip. Sam and Dean might not be able to get over it, and you might have just lost your best friends (angst & fluff)
~*Wingmen – High School AU where Dean gets jealous of all of the dates you’ve been going on (implied smut)
~*Dean’s Stupid Face – Dean can’t speak, so he keeps making stupid faces instead. (Pure fluff!)
*Break On Me – You are having a horrible day and Dean drives over five hours to be there for you (angst)
~*Ex To See – There’s a hunt in your old hometown where you run into your ex. Instead of being the mature adult that you are, you start reverting back to your petty high school self. (fluff)
*Rodeo Hospital – A hunt brings you and the Winchesters together, Dean ends up in the hospital, and angst abounds
*Sit Talking Up All Night – You and your boyfriend are drifting apart, and all it takes is one night and a heart to heart to start fixing the relationship (fluff & angst)
*Hairy Situation – Dean constantly makes fun of your short hair, and on one hunt you get so fed up that you start arguing with him in a coat closet and… well… it’s a coat closet. I think y’all know where this is going ;)
High Noon July Guy – Dean comes into the diner where you work and gets an instant crush on you (fluff)
Waiting – Dean distracts you from your anxious waiting for news from your publisher by teaching you to change the oil in Baby (fluff)
The Bag Man – You speak multiple languages, which often comes in handy on cases (the end is super fluffy, guys. Just sayin…)
~*Notes – CoffeeShop!AU, Barista!Dean, Artist!Reader… need I say more? (FLUFF)
Life Among The Strings – You call Dean in to help with a ghost in your apartment, and he isn’t about to say no to hearing you play violin again (implied smut)
*Away From Redemption – After Swan Song, you help Dean get his drunk ass into bed, but you are both lost in your own pits of depression for this arrangement to last very long (Super Angst)
Love Hurts – The reader is in love with Dean, but knows that he’ll never feel the same way, especially with the feelings he’s fighting about Amara. (Episode 11x13)
*12x02: Mamma Mia – You tell Dean that you’re leaving after you get Sam back, but Dean doesn’t want you to (angst)
*12x03: The Foundry – You comfort Mary, Sam, and Dean all separately after Mary leaves the Bunker (angst)
*Humor Me – After you nearly die, Dean goes into Super Overprotective Boyfriend Mode (fluff)
Break Up With Him – Dean calls you while you’re on a date with your boyfriend and tells you that he loves you (fluff)
*Lego Castle – You come home from a hunt with Sam to find that Dean spoiled your daughter like crazy while you were gone (fluff)
We Survive – You and Dean resolve to keep going on after nearly everyone you’ve ever loved has died (angst)
*Headless Bodies and Bodiless Heads – You mean the middle of a vampire nest isn’t the best place for Dean to declare his love for you? (fluff)
Well-Oiled Hunting Machine – After noticing Dean slipping up on hunts, you think your bad hunting skills have a negative effect on him, so you try to leave (angst)
I Don’t Want To Ruin That – College AU where you’ve been pushing Dean away because of your feelings for him (angst ish? Fluff ish?)
*How Many Tennis Balls? – Dean is too damn adorable and it’s not helping you prepare for your grad school interview (FLUFF)
~*You’re Not There – Dean thinks through memories of you and the impact you had on his life (angst, fluff, implied smut)
*Deliberate Beauty of Humanity – Angel!Reader and Dean cuddling and ticklish wings and it’s hot and beautiful and fluffy and implied smut and wonderful
*252: Break Myself – Dean needs your comfort, but when he shows up on your porch, he finds out that you’re dating someone (angst)
*423: Contagious – After breaking up with you to protect you from his life, Dean is a dark storm cloud (angst with a hopeful ending)
*548: Down With Me – Just a glimpse of a woman in an bar gives Dean strange visions of a future with her (fluff)
*Jealous!Dean Imagine – Imagine when someone flirts with you, and Dean pulls you into his lap to show that you’re his (FLUFF)
*672: Fifteen – You get brought into the police station for a murder you didn’t commit, and who shows up but your high school crush who broke your heart, pretending he’s FBI?
*26: Alive [Acoustic] – Dean was the first one to say “I Love You.” (Fluff)
*1999: Somebody Told Me – Dean heads off on a hunt by himself to get his head on straight, but you aren’t letting him go without telling you what’s been up with him lately (fluff)
*12x13: Family Feud – You and Dean are fighting over… something… but the events with Gavin and Fiona make you realize that you don’t want to fight with him anymore (angst)
*The Other Side of the Bar – Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.” (FLUFF)
The Edge of Possibility – This is your last night with Dean before he heads off to find his own way in life (bittersweet angst)
~*2571: “4:12″ – You’re having a existential crisis about how nonsensical life is and Dean talks you down from throwing away all of your art
*12x17: The British Invasion – Ketch gets on your nerves, Eileen is your awesome new friend, you tease Sam about Eileen, and Dean is an awesome boyfriend. (this summary sucks, but the fic doesn’t, I promise)
What A Weird Hunt – Sam gets bit by a bewitched lamp, and Dean bursts in after the fighting with a giant box of condoms (fluff)
You’re a Freaking Badass – After dealing with annoying people at the third wedding reception in a month, you vent to Dean about societal expecations (fluff)
~Bitch, I Might Be – Classic “Dean helps Reader sleep” plot (FLUFF)
~*Should’ve Gone To Voicemail – You wake up with a giant hangover and a phone call from a very irate ex-boyfriend (Crack)
~*Roll With It – After drunkenly asking Dean to become your housewife and telling him that you deserve kisses every day, you have to deal with him the next day to return his jacket (FLUFF)
~*Ineffable – in·ef·fa·ble - adjective - too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words. (Implied smut)
~*When A Clock Stops – You have to end things with Dean now that you’re engaged to someone else (Angst, implied smut)
*Takes One To Know One – You’ve been going through a sex-drought recently, and Dean, your best friend, is starting to look a little too tempting. In order to not ruin your friendship, you head to the bar to find someone to break your dry spell
*Dress – Dean and the reader have a conversation about how women buy dresses with the intention of someone taking it off of them just before she leaves for a date. (implied smut)
~*Fibonacci Demons – In therapy, the reader reminiscences about how Dean has helped her want to get better and beat her demons. (detached angst)
A Hell of an Offer – Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” (Fluff)
*Wine, Memories, and a Dance – It’s the reader’s first Valentine’s day without her father and Dean spends it with her (Flangst)
Heat of the Moment – The reader and Sam confront Dean after Jack tells them that Dean said he would kill Jack (Rewrite of the last scene in 13x03) (angst)
*The Unexpected – Dean expects a normal quiet morning with his neighbor, but is surprised when her apartment is teeming with people and life and the kind of life he never imagined she’d be a part of
*12x20: Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes – Dean heads off to help Max and Alicia right after the reader dumps a big surprise on him
*Hot Mama – After a conversation with Dean about Thor, he decides to tag along to the store with you and have some fun (Fluffy husband!Dean x Pregnant!Reader)
~*Ever Since – A cute little fluffy drabble based on the song Sleeping Beauty by Dylan Scott (FLUFF!!)
*She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie – Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott (Fluff)
*Grand Canyon Kisses – Heard you wanted a cavity inducing drabble based on the song Back by Dylan Scott (FLUFF)
*Our Own Little Secret – Tossing a fun little drabble your way based on the song Freak Show by Dylan Scott (implied smut)
*A Couple Of Them Beer Buddies – Enjoy a domestic little drabble based on the song Beer Buddies by Dylan Scott
*Crazy As You Want To Be – Did someone order a cute, domestic drabble based on the song Crazy Over Me by Dylan Scott?
*Pistols and Promises – Some idiot demons think threatening Dean’s girl is a smart idea
Breaking Rules -- Friends-with-benefits to lovers
Once In A Lifetime -- Dean remembers the first night he met you
The Books - You come back from a hunt to overhear Sam and Dean talking about the Supernatural books… which you have become a part of.
Multitasking - Dean’s daughter goes off on her first hunt without him and he is a mess
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Episode 1x06
1. Such an opening scene!
And Klaus remembering Dave and throwing away the drugs in the toilet. OMG!
And the reason for Klaus wanting to get sober! MY HEART!
“His name was Dave...”
And my baby loved so much and so hard that fought to the first line only to lose the one he loved...he is a war hero that lost his love...Dave died in his hands...and for him it must be so raw and so soon...and now the world is ending and all he wants is to see Dave again...only that...I JUST FEEL THINKS OKAY?
Klaus’ story with Dave was so pure and beautiful. And tragic. Why? Why did it have to be tragic? I can’t take this anymore. This type of storytelling always seems to end in one endgame and it is always death and pain and I am sick of it. And especially in Klaus’ case it just...I can’t! Okay? I CANNOT!
And I know I am generally allergic to fluff but in this case...why couldn’t we get the rainbows and the unicorns and the puppies? WHY?
And then Klaus finally saw Dave again...and the timeline was erased...I just...
2. I just love Diego’s and Klaus’ scenes! Seriously and I am soaking them up like a sponge! And the fact that Klaus turned to Diego for help!
They can be funny and sad at the same time.
It was so sad that only Ben could see him struggling with his withdrawal symptoms.
But then Diego stepped up...out of all his siblings he is the one that is there for Klaus. He makes it seem as if he is annoyed but it is such a brotherly thing to do. And truly Diego feels that he has let his mom and Eudora down but he is not letting Klaus down too and that gets me! He truly cares. It just gets me! Precious baby!
And in return...Klaus needs to ...pee LMFAO!
I also love Diego’s scenes with his mom. She is definitely feeling things. I would like to see more of that.
Pogo is annoying me to be honest. Supposedly he cares and is wise and is there for the siblings and is a better father figure but no...he is just as problematic as Reginald was in my eyes. He supported this toxicity, he still does and apocalypse or not that is a shitty thing to do to children.
3. Hazel was right. Boy he was right. Five is a legend! My deadly little thing!
YEAH BABY...FIVE IS A LEGEND! A FREAKING LEGEND!
Five’s scenes are electric! And his showdown with the Handler...AWESOME!
At this point I can’t choose between who I like more, Five or Klaus? I am more sentimental for Klaus for sure and I love him all the way but Five...Five is my iconic kind of character! Badass to the bone and legendary! Not to mention a cynic with a heart and a sarcastic disposition! My bitter cinnamon roll of an assassin! My precious little hit man! Brilliant, manipulative, kicking ass taking names, lethal, a killer, so done with life but still a survivor! A pragmatist and a dreamer.,,with an unhealthy obsession for coffee, alcohol and...Dolores...WHAT IS NOT TO LIKE?
Boy oh boy it is always the same characters!
4. Vanya’s guy is such a creeper. Every time he is in a scene I cringe. And you can see how creepy he is. It is just so sad that Vanya is unable to see it because she was treated so horribly in her life that even a shred of kindness can blind her so because she is starving for it. Her father did a number on her. If we are honest all her family did.
That book though...to keep her sedated...Vanya finding that book will definitely push her off the edge.
And her powers...with the apocalypse coming...it’s her powers that lead to it right?
She will go out like a bomb of something? It would make sense because if the drugs were the cause of keeping her emotions on a leash and repressing them along with her powers now that the leash is gone and after all this time of repressing her powers and feeling worthless she is like a ticking bomb ready to go off. Who thought it would be a good idea to do that to her? That fucked up excuse of a father she had for sure (what an asshole indeed!) but no matter how destructive her powers can be it does not take a genius to understand that bottling up emotions and suppressing them along with powers of such scale is like just delaying the inevitable and creating the right circumstances for a freaking big bang. Those powers laying dormant for so long and Vanya building up all those negative emotions inside her that she can now feel...well shit...Why not train Vanya like her siblings? Maybe her powers were uncontrollable but this alternative does not seem much better.
5. LOL at Luther’s revelation...we died...I said...WE DIED...LMAO
But all jokes aside...
My heart broke for him in this episode. Poor baby. To be sent to the moon. To exile. All alone. A monster hidden from the world. With no love, no support, no humanity. It is dreadful.
I honestly don’t understand how a person can fuck up their children in so many ways each one of them individually but also collectively.
And Luther that always looked up to his father and in the end all he wanted was for his dad to be proud of him. Despite all the abuse he trusted him. Truth is though that if he was leader material and if he wanted to be the leader of his team, a team created by his family, then he should have responded to that abuse and tried to make it stop. For him and for his siblings. He just averted his eyes and found excuses for what his father was doing both to him and his siblings and I don’t blame him because he was also an abused victim but in the end it was all coming to this. In the same way it happened with the rest of his siblings.
“I was never good to be number one.”
That’s the thing though. I don’t think that his number means what he thought it meant. Best case scenario it was a lucky pick by a negligent asshole, or the babies were born the same day but not in the exact time so their numbers just showcase which one is the oldest....however worst case scenario for Luther anyway is that his father probably labeled the children based on the potential of their powers starting from the most basic level one in the power scale leading up to the strongest while is probably Vanya that reaches the highest and most dangerous level of power. In that case Luther was probably the weakest link.
Also let us face it. When Tom cries...boy that shit hurts. He has very expressive eyes. He is like a big sad bear that you want to hug when he gets like that.
6. Allison’s and Luther’s romance story on the other hand...Yikes...thanks NO THANKS.
That was probably the only normal fatherly reaction their dad had when he caught them....
.....and then it was because they played out of schedule..moron...
And when I said I wanted more from Allison’s storyline...this is not what I meant...and yeah it was always brewing but YUCK!
P.s”
- “What are we? Chopped Liver?” Well Cha Cha one can hope! For you anyway! Hazel, the work bee can drive away in the sunset with the bird waitress LOL
- I loved how one of Hazel’s motivations to stop the apocalypse is to have the freedom to kill whomever he wants and not those the Commission wants LOL
- The Commission has to go!
- Side note: As much as I despise that incest thing between Allison and Luther...admittedly in their dance scene I’d be blind not to notice that Tom Hopper is hella fine! I mean...damn!
#the umbrella academy#tua#Klaus Hargreeves#Five Hargreeves#Diego Hargreeves#Five#Vanya Hargreeves#Luther Hargreeves#allison hargreeves#Ben Hargreeves#Klaus x Dave#fel watches tua#umbrella academy#anti Luther x Allison
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star-crossed (part 4)
A/N: Thank you so much for all the feedback on part 3! So grateful for all the support on all the parts of this series! This is the final part, and I'm honestly so emotional about posting this. So here you go, lads, here's 2.4k of pure fluff! Love you guys!
part 3
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Eventually, Friday comes along, and that means that Shawn has to leave your apartment for the first time since arriving a few days before. The event he mentioned is a record label party, and though he begs you to let him stay home, you don’t give in.
You do - however, find it difficult not to give in to him later in the evening when he’s changed, and you see him in his midnight blue suit, first two buttons of his white dress shirt unbuttoned. Your determination is still strong, though, so you do manage to practically push him out the door, giving him a quick kiss.
Saying goodbye to Shawn seems hard now, but you know there’s an even harder goodbye coming up. He had quite reluctantly told you about having to fly to Toronto Monday morning, explaining that he had to go back for his mom’s birthday. As much as you want him to stay in Los Angeles with you, you know that he has to go.
Maybe it’s a good thing, you tell yourself, I can spend my time alone to figure out what to tell my agent. You and Shawn both fear having to come clean to your agents. There’s no knowing what they’ll say. It's not that they are bad people or anything like that, but the two of you getting “back together” means that they will have to do a lot of extra work. You wouldn’t blame them if they got just a little angry.
When Shawn is gone, you can’t help but feel somewhat lonely. You’ve had his constant company and affection for several days now, and the apartment just feels so empty without him. You settle on the couch, putting on an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, needing a distraction.
—————–
You’re half asleep on the couch when you hear the door open, signalling Shawn’s return. There are two audible thuds as his shoes are kicked off, followed by the sounds of his feet carefully padding on the hardwood floor. A quick glance at your phone tells you that it’s only 11.30 pm, and he really shouldn’t be back this early, barely three hours after leaving.
“Hi, baby,” Shawn greets you when he sees that you’re awake.
“Hi,” you reply, sitting up a little straighter. “You’re home early.” He smiles and nods, then he joins you on the couch.
He puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “I missed you,” You know you should reprimand him for not staying at the party a while longer, but you can’t even pretend to be mad.
You snuggle into his warm body. “I missed you too,” He presses his mouth to yours for a short, chaste kiss, and it’s easy to taste the whiskey on his lips.
Shawn is not yet legal, not yet old enough to drink here, but it’s never stopped him. In Hollywood, the rules have never stopped anyone. You can’t count how many people you know here who break the law on a regular basis. It really is the norm.
“You tired?” Shawn asks, offering you a sympathetic smile.
“A little,”
“Wanna go to bed?”
“Yeah. Don’t wanna sleep just yet, though,” His eyes widen at your suggestive comment, but then he laughs, shaking his head slightly.
“Fine by me,”
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“I want you to go to Toronto with me,” Shawn says the next morning while you’re both in the bedroom getting dressed. You’re about to protest, but he speaks again. “I know, I know. It’s very out of the blue, but I’m gonna be miserable without you.”
“Shawn,” you sigh, trying to be rational, though his words cause a flush travel to your face. “We can’t just go to Toronto together,” You pull on a pair of loose-fitting pants, aiming to be cozy. “There are gonna be paps in the airport, and you know it. Besides, we haven’t even told our agents yet.”
A mischievous smirk appears on his mouth. “What if we didn’t tell them?”
You squint your eyes, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Why don’t we mess with them?”
“Them?”
“Our agents,” he explains, rather excited by his idea, and it’s incredibly endearing to see his boyish grin. “Let’s mess with them. You know, not tell them about us and just show up at the airport together,” He pulls his Nike gym shorts up his long legs, and then he looks at you, a glint in his eye. “It’ll be fun!”
You’re not entirely sure how “fun” it’ll be. You’d already pissed off your agent when you had run home from New York, and you don't want to test her patience. Maybe she deserves to have it tested, a tiny voice in your head says, after all she was the one who started this mess. After some consideration, you huff out in defeat.
“Fine,” you say with a small smile, and he returns it with a large one. “But before you ask, I’m not coming to your mom’s birthday,” He stares at you in wonder, and you know you’ve taken the words out of his mouth. “It’s a family thing.”
“First of all... how did you even know I'd ask you that?” Shawn asks, laughing. “And second of all, “family thing”?”
“Well, it's a family event, you know?”
“So?”
“You get so little time with your family,” you explain, and you put on a fresh t-shirt. “I don't want to… well, I don't want to disturb you guys,” You shrug. “And your mom probably won't want me there.”
“What are you talking about?” he says and rolls his eyes playfully. “My mom really likes you. My whole family does!” You sigh heavily, but you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your lips. “I’ll talk to my mom, okay? But if she says yes, you’re coming - whether you like it or not.”
You fake exasperation, rolling your eyes too. “Fine,”
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As you had predicted, there are paps at LAX. In fact, there are a lot of paps. Upon seeing you and Shawn together, it’s almost like they go into shock for a few seconds, but those seconds are all the peace you get. They pull up their cameras after the initial shock has worn off, and then the flashes start going off.
Shawn squeezes your hand with his own, intertwining your fingers. It’s comforting; it makes you feel safe. You attempt to block out all the shouting and all the questions, but it’s not easy. Shawn squeezes your hand once again, and you look up at him. He’s smiling down at you with so much love in his eyes that it actually makes you feel a little dizzy.
You’d been lucky enough to get two tickets next to each other on the same plane. You had really not thought it possible, having to buy tickets with such short notice, but it seemed like the universe was on your side.
Therefore, the two of you - thank God, get to cuddle for the entirety of the flight, a solid five hours long one. You don’t necessarily mean to fall asleep, but you’re so exhausted that you can’t help it. Since your first time, you and Shawn have not exactly been abstinent. It’s hard to think of a surface in your apartment that - at this point, hasn’t been the location of some sort of sexual escapade. It’s a rather impressive feat, truth be told.
When you wake up again, it’s because Shawn is shaking you ever so gently. He explains that the plane is landing soon, so you start to gather your things, packing your carry-on bag.
“Hey,” Shawn says quietly, catching your attention. “When we land, there’s gonna be fans in the airport,” You wonder why he’s telling you; you already know that. You couldn’t spend seven months with him and not know that a horde of fans would be waiting everywhere you went. “Let’s not stop for pictures, though.”
That honestly surprises you. You can most definitely count how many times he’s declined photos with fans on one hand. You’d told him off before for not being more strict with them - especially the airport people. There are always new faces among them, but they are far fewer than the regulars. Somehow, they always have Shawn’s exact flight information, and it honestly freaks you out.
“That’s fine,” you assure him and run a hand through your hair, which is fairly tangled up at this point. “I’d prefer not to take pictures, to be honest. Pretty sure I look like I’ve died.”
He scoffs and shakes his head. “You look beautiful,”
You roll your eyes, giving him a small smack on his bicep. “Don’t lie to me. I look like a corpse,”
“A very beautiful corpse, then,”
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It’s not until you’re in Shawn’s condo that you get that fateful call. You fail to answer your phone the first time, not getting to it in time, and not even a second passes before it rings again.
“What the fuck?” your agent says before you can even get out a word. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice is shrill, and you can sense the confusion and frustration in it. “What the hell are you and Shawn doing together? Why are you holding hands?” You try to give her answers, but she keeps going. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Well, hello to you too,” you joke, attempting to lighten the mood, but you’re not sure it helps at all. “Please don’t be mad at me,” It’s not a plead you can expect her to give in to. “I can explain everything, I promise.” This is the moment Shawn comes into the living room, and he only has to take a look at you with your phone to understand what’s going on.
Your agent huffs out. “You better, then,”
Shawn comes to sit beside you on the couch while you tell the whole story, his hand stroking your thigh in an effort to calm you. You give your agent the full details of everything that’s happened, and at the end it’s like her anger has dissipated, a relieved sigh escaping her.
“I can’t pretend I’m not still a little mad,” she admits on the other end of the line. “This is gonna have to be spun in exactly the right direction to be good publicity. It’s a lot of work,” You feel a little bad, but then she laughs. “Though - personally, I’m happy you guys are back together. Even if it makes me feel like a terrible person for forbidding you to fall in love and all that,” Both Shawn and you can’t help but laugh as well in response to that. “But, hey. I’ll talk to Andrew, and we’ll figure it out. People loved that Selena and Justin shit, so maybe they’ll love this too?”
“Thank you,” Shawn answers her, grinning at you. “We’re sorry for pulling a fast one on you guys.”
She chuckles briefly. “Yeah, well, just don’t ever do it again, because I will actually kill you,” You really don’t think she’s joking.
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It’s rare that your nerves get the best of you like this. You’re tapping your foot against the floor mat, your heartbeat rapid as Shawn turns the wheel, pulling into the driveway of his parents’ house. You’ve met his family before, of course, but under entirely different circumstances. Back then, you were his “girlfriend”, and now you are his actual girlfriend - no quotation marks needed.
You’re aware that Shawn has given his parents a run-down, having heard him telling them about your relationship over the phone. So they know what there is to know, but that only makes you worry that they won’t like you anymore. After all, you had been the one to run away with no explanation, breaking their son’s heart in the process.
It’s a worry with not much foundation, you discover when you’re received with an excited bear-hug from Aaliyah who comes to greet you both in the driveway. You can tell she’s being genuine when she says how glad she is to see you again, and it calms you right down. Inside, you’re met in much the same way by Manny and Karen, and you make sure to wish her a happy birthday. You frankly enjoy how she also makes sure to tell you how happy she is to have you here.
All your anxiety about coming here evaporates in the course of a few minutes, as you’re happily led around the house by Karen who introduces you to the other members of Shawn’s family that you haven’t met yet. It’s perhaps a little overwhelming, but Shawn is by your side the whole time, keeping his hand on your back. He’s always been able to make you feel at home, and just that tiny little gesture has you feeling that way in an instant.
While Manny makes dinner a few hours later, Shawn takes your hand and almost pulls you upstairs, bringing you to his old room. It’s not your first time in there, but there’s a different feeling to it now. It’s like being teenagers again, sneaking off to his room for some alone time.
“Shawn!” you whine halfheartedly, pushing at his chest when he comes in for a kiss. “We can't just leave them all downstairs!” He only laughs and shrugs, sitting down on the edge of his bed. You take the chance to explore a little, looking at all the pictures and posters with great curiosity. You'd never really given them much thought, but now you can't help but think of them as some sort of window into his childhood. You linger particularly on an adorable photo of him with his grandmother, and he seems to notice.
“She really likes you, you know?” Shawn speaks, making you turn to face him. “My avó. She told me that while you were in the kitchen with Mom,” A blush adorns your face, and it's only intensified by his next words. “She also said you have good birthing hips - whatever that means.” You giggle at his grandmother’s observation, hardly knowing what it means yourself.
“Well, I'm glad to hear that,” you say, moving to stand in front of him. “Not gonna put them to use just yet, though.”
His hands find your so-called good birthing hips, fingers digging in. “I'm not expecting you to. But they are nice hips,”
You smile at his poor attempt at flirting. “Thank you. Grew them myself,” He returns your smile and pulls you closer until you're straddling him. There's no underlying motive this time, however. He just wants you close. You press a kiss to his forehead, resting your face in his curls.
“I love you,” Shawn says.
“I love you too,” you answer because you do. You really, really do.
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