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docholligay · 3 years

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Fic Prompt: the first time someone kissed Winston on the forehead (Overwatch)

The patient was, to use the words of the board Winston had to stand in front of, “functional.”

Lena “Tracer” Oxton was expected to die of her injuries, and then didn’t. She was expected to spend the rest of her life catatonic, but she neglected to do that, as well. Four months out from her return from the stream of time itself, she was a bit quiet, a bit shaky, and there was little doubt that she would never be able to return to field work, but she was far more alive and far more engaged with the world than was ever expected of her.

These are the things Winston reported, along with his progress on some manner of equipment that would allow her to leave the containment unit. Dr. Zeigler--Winston had only recently gotten the slightest bit comfortable calling her Angela, no matter how she insisted--was in charge of the greater medical specifics, only some of which he understood. They presented every other week, and every other week, no matter what Winston said about his chronal device, no matter what Mercy said about Tracer’s improving tremor and complete seizure control, there was nothing but a frown and a question:

“When will she be able to tell us about the Slipstream?”

Winston had made a thousand excuses for why she couldn’t go before the board. She had bad days, sometimes, where she couldn’t do much more than lie on her little bed with her eyes closed. There was a large possibility that in trying to recount it, she could have a flashback so violent that it would steal her ability to speak again--did they not remember when she was told her father was dead? She may not remember anything at all, given how aggressively being slipped through time had attacked her nervous system.

He, of course, left out that Tracer had taken to cheerfully trying to decorate her little ‘bug jar’ with a bright duvet cover, and painting the little desk, asking to have some of her little tin airplanes sent with scraps of other decor from London, that she’d begged to have Winston ask if there was any chance at a window for her. He left out how she excitedly bounced and chose what to dress for the visit her family was allowed every few weeks, and that she chattered with them, full of life, the light in her eyes not even dimming when she tired, and leaned back against the pillows of her bed. He hadn’t lied, exactly, about her limitations, just made them rather more prominent than they seemed to be.

Winston was protecting her, was the truth of it.

It was a little stupid, he knew. Tracer greeted him brightly and talked to him all day because he was the only one nearby. She was kind and cheerful with Mercy, too, wasn’t she? She didn’t care to speak to Moira, but in fairness, Moira had suggested that letting her die and studying her body was far more valuable than expending the effort to rehabilitate her, so it was only natural there be some antipathy between them. It was silly to get too familiar simply because Tracer was a friendly person.

We’re friends, Win. ‘ope you don’t mind if I call you Win, us being such firm friends and all.”

She’d said that only last week, as they’d shared a fairly dismal Thanksgiving dinner brought over from the cafeteria. Friends. No one had, not really, ever declared themselves as such, and certainly not with a bright smile and an excited little rock of her body that he was learning meant she was quite happy. He tried not to let the threat of losing her get in the way of developing the chronal accelerator so she could leave. She had been so kind to him.

He walked into her bug jar, letting one door close behind him and the other open in front of him, preserving her time lock. She was sitting at her little desk, leg bouncing against the floor as she wrote a letter, but looked up quickly as Winston walked in, and smiled all the way into the corners of her eyes.

“Win! Afternoon, love!”

He set down a little plate in front of her, some small sandwiches and cookies that hadn’t looked too bad over in the cafeteria arranged as neatly as he could.

“Just some lunch.”

“Oh, thank you, love!” she jumped to her feet and headed over to the little electric kettle in the corner of the room, “Forgot what time it was altogether. You haven’t been in yet this morning!”

“No, I had a meeting.”

“When will she be able to tell us about the Slipstream?” It had been so impatient, the growl so evident.

She laughed. “And you sound like it was just lovely. A cup for you?”

He nodded. “That’d be great. Lena--”

“Yes?” She turned around, leaning against the tiny table she’d assembled to give herself the look of having a kitchen, more and more trying to make a tiny studio of what had only even been meant to something akin to a hospital room.

“The board...the one overseeing your...well, you--”

“Oh!” she jumped up and clapped, and then caught the edge of the chair, having made herself swoon a bit, but closed her eyes and took a deep breath, looking up and smiling again, “‘ave to be a bit more careful, but, Win, did they say I could ‘ave the window? Enrichment, right?”

He shook his head. “They didn’t say anything about the window.”

Her kettle went off and she poured two mugs, bringing over her little tin of tea bags and sugar. She gave one to Winston, then sat down on the bed and patted the space beside her. Winston stood there for a moment, thumb rubbing at the edge of the mug. He must have considered it too long, because she patted the bed again.

“Come ‘ave a sit. Something’s wrong.”

He worried for a moment about breaking her bed, but she didn’t seem inclined to take no for an answer, and she would ignore her lunch until he told her what was going on. That much he had learned, over the last weeks she had been coming into herself.

“What is it?” she looked up at him, and gently placed a hand on his knee.

Did she have any idea how strange and disarming it was, that she never flinched from him, no matter how he moved? That she touched him with as much gentleness and friendships as other human beings touched each other? Even people who respected him never looked at him like this, like they were simply having a chat and a cup of tea with a friend. She was such an unusual person, scatterbrained but bright as a penny, her sense sensitive but her will strong as iron. Winston loved her, he realized, very dearly.

“They want to talk to you.”

“Good! I’d like to have a chat with them, as well.” She took a sip of her tea. “I’d like a window, you see, even if there isn’t much to watch, and I think I’ve the right to have at least as often a call ‘ome as any enlisted, right? Not as if I’m giving away secrets or nothing, just would like to see me Nan more than once a month.”

Winston shook his head. “They want to know about the Slipstream.”

Tracer thought for a moment. “What about it? Not as if I’m ‘iding it somewhere.”

“What happened, where they can find it,” He took a drink, “How you managed to make it back.”

“Already told Ang everything I know. It’s in me medical records. Isn’t much.”

“I know. But they think...I’ll tell them you can’t, don’t worry about it.” He sat back and looked over at the grey steel wall Tracer had tried to cheer up with a few inelegant but colorful drawings, made with the colored pencils he’d brought to her. “I’ll just keep telling them the same thing.”

“Really on you, are they?” She didn’t wait for a response, but sat poker-straight and nodded. “I’ll do it. At their earliest convenience, no less. Ask me whatever they want, and I’ll answer with everything I don’t know till they’re satisfied.”

Winston shook his head. “They’ll interrogate you I think--they want to find it so badly--and then what if they….I mean, your health, they could throw you into...I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She shook her head and smiled, standing up in front of him. “And every time I got into the air might ‘ave been me last. I’m a fast-jet pilot, Win, risk is part of life, innit? Sides all that, Ang’ll be there. I go down a bit too, ‘ard, she’ll give me a bit of ‘elp. And you’ll be there,” she raised her mug, “Always an ‘elp to me, you are. Won’t let them keep bullying me friend, even if ‘e’s ‘appy enough to do it.”

There it was again. Friend. No prompting, no nothing, just her wide brown eyes sparkling, no sense of deception in them.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. Can never truly repay you.”

She leaned forward, on her tiptoes, and kissed his forehead.

He’d never felt anything like it. Not from Dr. Harold, not from any of the techs or scientists who had raised them, not from anyone. It was such a casual bit of throwaway intimacy that Tracer seemed to already be moving on to the next issue at hand, picking up a ham sandwich from the try and inspecting it.

She’d forget this in the next few minutes. But Winston would remember it for the rest of his life, what it felt like to have a human being’s lips on his forehead, with no hesitation, her hand brushing back his hair, simultaneously so thoughtless and so loving, and loving because she put no effort or thought behind it. Because she simply did it and moved on to her ham sandwich.

He was glad he wasn’t built to cry, in that moment.

Tracer was his friend. He had a friend, and she was not afraid of him, and even if he built the best medical device in the world, she would leave this room but never him, not forever and not for real.

Because he had a friend.

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drariellevalentine · 4 years

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Medically Inevitable

Chapter 1- Frivolous First Days

Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Ethan Ramsey, Jackie Varma, Sienna Trinh

Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine

Warnings:- PTSD

Arielle’s PoV:-

Edenbrook Hospital. Finally! My very first day of my internal medicine residency at Edenbrook. One more step, a rather huge one, towards my goal.

General PoV:-

Arielle adores the hospital from standing outside, with a proud smile on her face. She's halfway there, to be her own person, and also halfway to mend the relationship that shouldn't have been strained in the first place, but yet, she had to destroy it. She takes a deep breath. Now, she can only hope for her godfather to forgive her.

With one more look, she enters the huge hospital to find the reception desk straight ahead of her. ID cards- she needs to collect her ID before doing anything else.

A bright, chirpy doctor, smiling at everyone who's passing her, is the first thing or to be more accurate the first person to grab Arielle's attention nearing the nurses' desk. “Hey!” New intern, right?" The doctor gives her a bright smile which Arielle returns. "I'm Dr. Delarosa but you can call me Ines," she continues, her cheerful voice flowing with excitement.

"Let me help you with your badge. What's your name?" She asks smiling.

"Arielle Valentine, " I reply.

"Valentine...Valentine..." She mutters while rummaging through the bundle of ID's and then the badges. And then smiles brightly when she finds both," Ah! Here you go Dr. Valentine."

Before taking her badge, for a moment, Arielle wonders how much Ines’s cheeks must hurt at the end of the day for smiling this much. But then Aria herself smiles.

"Thank you," she smiles at Ines before her gaze flickers back to the badge.

Dr. Valentine, it says. She remembers how her father said she wouldn’t be able to make it. He never believed in her, that she could be successful in the field she wants. But now she is going to be a doctor. She did it. And her heart fills with pride. She's never been this proud of herself before. "Thank you."

As she's about to pass the waiting room, out of nowhere, an elderly woman collapses on the floor.

Arielle makes her way towards woman but before she could another doctor reaches her. He leans down to check her pulse and then looks around before his gaze stops at her. "You rookie, come here."

For a millisecond Arielle thinks of correcting him and tell her name but then decides against it, because the patient's life matters more.

She rushes to the patient's side to take a note of her vitals and tells the doctor. "Pulse is weak. She is unresponsive," Arielle says. She can feel her panic rising. But the older doctor's calm. "What was she coming for? Did she fill out a form yet?" He asks the nurse standing nearby. "No, she just walked in," the nurse replies, his features screaming tension.

"If we don't figure out what's wrong with her quickly, she'll die on this table." He says, though a bit frustrated this time. "Rookie, check her B.P." Arielle wraps a blood pressure cuff around the unconscious woman's arm, and pumps the bulb, peering at the numbers. "It's plummeting. She's hypotensive," Arielle feels panic rising more than ever. "We need to get fluid in her."

The nurses runs and gets a IV stand. As he sets the stand, Arielle checks the woman for more symptoms as does the older doctor. That's when she notices a bruise rapidly forming in her elbows. "Doctor look at the bruise. It wasn't there a moment ago," she points it out. "Are you sure?"

"Yes.", you reply. "A bruising that fast suggests the patient is hemophiliac. Good catch." He nods." Take a closer listen to her lungs."

Arielle slips the stethoscope into her ears and runs the resonator over the woman's ribs. "I can't listen anything on her left side. And her right lung is struggling," She says tensed. "Doctor she's going to suffocate." Arielle's a mess right now, tensed. But the older doctor remains collected. "Nurse we have got a code blue."

Taking a bag mask from the nurse and begins to gently pump air into the woman's lungs. He is cool and calm on the other hand Arielle's on the verge of having an panic attack. "What do we do doctor?" She asks. "Consider all the clues. It's all there. You know this, Rookie."

It hits you. “It’s a hemothorax!” "Precisely, a blood vessel ruptured and is filling her pleural cavity- ,"

"-blocking her lungs from expanding. That's why she can't breathe!" I say. " But...but we can't repair the blood vessel here."

"We'll have to do an emergency thoracotomy here to drain the cavity instead." " Nurse!" He calls and the nurse runs to them with a lung tube and a scalpel, forwarding them to Arielle. She accepts it hesitantly. The doctor pulls the woman's shirt to expose the side of her rib cage, Arielle shivers of fear.

With her hand shaking she tries to remember what she was taught. The scalpel quivers in her nervous grip. But the doctor from behind her steadies her hand. "Hey, you've got this," he whispers softly and Arielle nods trying steady her hands. "There you go, nice and easy." He says as Arielle makes a perfect incision in between the woman's ribs.

"Now the tube," He instructs.

Together, the two of them insert the chest tube and with a spurt, blood comes out draining out of her chest. She starts to breathe again.

"We...we did it!" Arielle says shocked and surprised but also happy. She's happy that she could save a live. She knew her godfather would tell her stories about saving lives but, having done it for herself, she felt exhilarated and happy.

She sees the doctor gesturing to the nurse and then instructing him what to do.

"Doctor... That was...amazing! " Arielle says happy and excited.

"Yeah, it's actually pretty amazing that you didn't get her killed." He snorts.

"Your examination was slow and not to mention superficial. You scalpel techniques-" he nods in denial," amateur at best."

"I'm sorry doctor, it's my first day."

“Well, it wouldn't have mattered to the patient’s family if she died, Dr.-" he takes her ID, "Valentine."

He gazes at it thoughtfully before piching the bridge of her nose and mumbling something. Tossing the ID back at Arielle he leaves.

"What an ass!" She exclaims angrily.

"Yeah, what an ass!" A female nurse stares at her admiringly, her eyes filled with lust, making Arielle roll her eyes.

"Don't worry. Dr. Ramsey is like this to everyone," the same male nurse from before says.

"Dr. Ramsey?! As in Dr. Ethan Ramsey?!"

"Yes. I take in you are a fan?"

"Are you kidding me? He's basically one of the reasons I wanted to be a doctor. And now you are telling me I just performed a thoracotomy with him!" Arielle says the last part a bit dramatically making the nurse laugh and walks away leaving Arielle with her thoughts alone.

She remembers meeting him a few years back, but never did she think he would act like that. She remembers him sharing his passion of medicine with everyone, and encouraging her to follow her path. Was he really the same person? Can being a doctor for 10 years really change your outlook in life that much? She's shocked!

She looks down at her clothes now having patches of blood here and there. "I need to change my outfit," she says to herself and looks around for a clock. "Shit! I'm going to be late!”, she thinks noticing the time and runs off to find the locker room. After thirty minutes of a lecture, they gets assigned to their very first case, with an intern pairing with another from the stream.

And Arielle's partner is Aurora Emery, who just happens to be ‘her boss's niece and who is not at all surprisingly, not friendly at all.

On their way to the first patient, Arielle's the one to open her mouth first, “Okay, so our first patient is in Room 532. Should we talk about how we are going to approach this case first?" “No need," she says rudely testing Arielle's patience. That Aurora Emery doesn't have the right to talk to people like this just because her aunt is the hospital chief. "Look Aurora, all I care about is the patient.” Arielle takes a breath to calm herself. " If you don't want to be nice, that's okay by me. But we're gonna put everything else aside for the people in our care."

"Suits me just fine." Her voice still cold as ice. She moves forward, keeping a few steps ahead Arielle. So much for not being egoistic.

Arielle skims through the chart for the patient’s personal details. They enter Room 532 to see the patient in there of the same age as them, not much older.

Arielle’s PoV:-

“Hi Annie! I’m Dr. Valentine and this is Dr. Emery. We’ll be your doctors today.” I nod in her direction. And Aurora smiles kindly and sweetly at the girl. Something that I didn't think she can.

" Annie, I'm going to take your vitals while Dr. Valentine asks you some questions," she says, her face still smiling.

"Before we start, is there anyone we can call for you? Being in the hospital can be a little less scary with someone by your side."

" I just moved here for grad school. My family's on the other side of the country, and I don't really know anyone yet," Annie says, her voice low.

"I just moved here too. Maybe we can look after each other." I smile brightly at her hoping to make her mood better. It works, and she returns the smile.

As Aurora checks her B.P. I ask her a few questions noticing the patches of rashes on her skin.

"Do you often suffer from itchy skin?"

"Not really. Just for the past few days."

I nod and grab her chart. " You came in here for headaches, nausea and vertigo."

"And also my plans keep cramping up."

“My palms also keep cramping up though.”

"Have you ever had these symptoms before?"

"Never. The timing sucks. I even had to cut my vacation to Indonesia short for it."

"You did the right thing. Vertigo on a unknown place can be very dangerous." Aurora says.

"Not to mention how scary it have been.

"It still is." Annie pauses for a second. "How long will I have to stay here?"

"We'll try our best to make it quick," I say confidently, and the girl relaxes a bit.

"Sorry, I panic easily when I'm stressed out."

I notice a bruise on her ankle while checking her for any other symptoms or anything else that could give me a clue.

"How did you get this cut on your ankle, Annie?"

"Oh that! I cut it on some coral while I was scuba driving."

"You are a scuba driver?"

"I'm still learning. I went to get my driver's license while I was on my trip. But I never got it though."

"Okay, last question. Are you allergic to any medication?"

"No, none that I know of."

Arielle notes everything down. "Thank you Annie, you did a nice job here." Both Arielle and Aurora smiles at her.

"Thanks. You guys are really nice. Honestly, I was hoping a old grumpy guy."

"So was I.", I laugh.

"We'll let you get some rest," Aurora says before getting out of the room following Arielle.

"Dr. Valentine. I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of hearing it."

" I on the other hand, am already bored of it," Aurora says, her friendly behavior gone again.

Sighing, I focus on the job.

" We should do a screen for any viruses or bacteria. She could have picked up something on her trip."

"Not the worst idea. We’ll run a full workup on her vitals."

And before I can say anything else, Aurora's pager goes off. It's her aunt. She's paging her to her office.

"I need to go." Her cold voice announces.

"Seriously?! " This time I can feelher anger rising. Was she really ditching her? It's our case. We should solve it together. Not me alone!

"I'll tell you what. When the chief wants to see you, I'll run the labs. Until then...”, she never finishes the sentence but leaves.

General PoV:-

Half an hour later, Sarah, a nurse at the hospital, the same one who was admiring Dr. Ramsey shamelessly, hands Arielle a lab report. Annie's lab report.

Going through the report once Arielle ask to give Annie an antibiotic, twice a day, 1200 mg in total. She tells it to Maria, another nurse, a bit elderly but nonetheless friendly and sweet.

Before lunch she decides to check on the other patient she had. A five year old child who has a hole in heart. Poor boy. Life is being unfair to him. He should have been playing and having fun but here he was stuck with his medications.

The last time she checked on him, he was all sad and gloomy, sitting on his bed alone. So this time Arielle decides to surprise him with a treat that'll make him happy.

That's what Arielle is doing now, standing in front of the vending machine. Buying four different candies, which are now resting in the pocket of her lab coat, she is standing there confused of which chocolate bar to pick as the fifth treat.

Twix... Kitkat... And an unknown chocolate bar. She guesses it to be some American snack. Her eyes runs over all the chocolate options before she sighs.

"Having trouble choosing yourself a treat, Rookie?" A cold, nonchalant voice says from behind her.

She turns around to find the same doctor with whom she performed the thoracotomy, Dr. Ramsey.

"Dr. Ramsey... It's not for me, it's for one of a patient of mine." She says. When she doesn't get any reply from him she herself continues. "He is here to treat a hole in his heart. His surgery is due tomorrow and he is really scared right now. Poor little guy, he should be enjoying playing with toys but instead stuck here. So I thought of buying him a little something that will cheer him up."

For a second, she thinks that she saw him smile but it was gone to soon to revaluate.

She turns to the vending machine again. "I was always a Geysers girl myself.” “He however”, pausing to turn back and point at the boy, “doesn't seem like a kid who'll like Geysers."

She says looking at him. She notices him staring at that chocolate bar and suddenly an idea strikes her mind. "Why don't you help me choose one, doctor? Please," she requests, way too cutely for anyone to refuse.

He sighs but yet takes a step forward towards the machine. He stands there for a minute going through the option. His eyes flickering at the chocolate bar which makes Arielle think he's going to choose it but rather he settles for a Kitkat.

When it pops out, he hands it to Arielle and walks away. With the remaining coins, Arielle quickly buys that chocolate bar.

"Dr. Ramsey...wait!" She quickens her pace to catch him and bumps into him when he suddenly stops resulting in the free fall of her charts.

She leans down to pick it up but rather the chocolates and candies falls down from her pocket.

Sighing Ethan kneels down to help her. "Jeez, Rookie, are you here to treat the kid or give him diabetes?"

Arielle gives him a incredulous look while picking her things. "It's just a few candies!"

Ethan hands her the candies he picked up and then stands. Arielle too stands up after picking her charts and then hands out the chocolate bar to Ethan, who raises his brows.

"I saw you staring at it," she starts to explain, " Seemed like you like it."

She tosses him the bar with a sweet smile, " You know it's okay to treat yourself time to time."

"And you know, you are never too old to have a chocolate," she smirks at him but Ethan is too surprised at her gesture that he barely notices it.

"Uh, thank you Dr. Valentine...I guess," he says awkwardly.

Arielle's PoV:-

Dr. Ramsey turns around and leaves. As I turn around I bump into another person. “What's with me and bumping today.”, I think. "Sorry, my bad!" I apologize to the intern with whom I bumped. "Ah, no, all mine... I'm sorry," he stammers a bit. “Hey, I saw you at the orientation. Arielle Valentine, right?” I nod.

"I'm Landry Olsen," he forwards his hand which I take. "Was that Dr. Ramsey?" He points towards the elevator. "Yes." "Wait, you’re the intern who performed the thoracotomy with him this morning. Aren't you?" He asks surprised and exited.

“Yeah, and he ripped me a new one in front of everyone," I say sadly. "It was so damn-" "Lucky!" He interrupts me in between. I bet that, well I think, being insulted in front of a whole crowd is anything but lucky. But I don't find it important to tell him.

Before I can say anything else my phone chimes with an alarm I set. "Sorry, I'll have to go. Talk to you later," I say and turn towards the stairs. “Okay, time to check on Annie, she should have taken the medication by now.”, you think to yourself. You enter her room to find Annie scrolling through her phone.

“Hey Annie.” “Hi Dr. Valentine, a nurse just gave me some medication a while back.” “Good. So, tell me more about yourself. We didn’t really have a chance to talk.”“I just moved here last week from California. I got accepted into Harvard for law.....law...sch...”

Suddenly, Annie’s heart monitor goes flat! Annie!..Annie!” You press the call button and yell Code Blue, performing chest compressions. Another intern burst into the room saying, “Room 501 just called a Code Blue before you, keep up the chest compressions. What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know, she was talking and speech started slurring. Then her heart stopped.”The tall intern pulls back Annie’s gown, revealing hives. You gasp. “She must have been allergic to the antibiotic I prescribed her!”

“We’ll have to defibrillate her ourselves; we’ll start her at 300 volts.” She takes your place of performing CPR, while you pull the cart close to the bed.

You open her gown and place the paddles after gelling their undersides, as she pauses CPR. “One below the right collarbone and one below the left armpit. Done!” You set the charge to 300 volts. “Do it!” Annie’s body spasms as you defibrillate her. “Clear!” You set them aside as she continues chest compressions. “Come on!.....Come on Annie! Come back to us!” You hear a beep, you turn towards the monitor. Annie’s heartbeat returns, accelerated but constant! “Yes!” “You are sooo lucky, Dr....”

“Arielle Valentine. I’ll maintain compressions while you push an epinephrine injection and intubate, Dr....” “Jackie Varma.”, she says while intubating. You continue with your compressions. “What the HELL is going on here, Rookie?”

You let out a short squeal in surprise. Turning to look at him, you see him leaning on the doorframe glaring at you. “Dr. Ramsey! Don’t worry, everything’s under control. My patient was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed her.”

“At least you’re owning up to your mistake.” You see Dr. Ramsey turn to Jackie, pushing an epinephrine injection into her thigh. “Now, we intubate.” You see her lubricate the tube before slowly feeding it through her mouth.

“Good work, Dr....” “Varma. I heard Dr. Valentine calling a Code Blue, since Room 501 called one before, I decided to step in and help.”

“The patient is very lucky you were here. I’m not sure Dr. Valentine here could have handled it.” You bit your lip, your face falling. “Thank you Dr. Ramsey, although Dr. Valentine performed as well.”

He scoffs and politely tells her to go back to her patients. “And you... you need to have a long, hard think about if you are prepared to be here. This isn’t med school, this is the real world. It doesn’t matter that the patient didn’t know that she was allergic or it is your first day. Whether your patients live or die are on you.” “Yes, Dr. Ramsey.”, you bit your lip in shame so hard that you start drawing blood. Luckily, he doesn’t notice. “There are no room for mistakes or excuses. You can’t expect the patient’s family to accept the reason of”-

“Dr. Ramsey? A petite intern is standing near the door. “Wow, someone who isn’t tall! I thought everyone were basketball players here!”, you think to yourself. “Yes?”, he asks, the annoyance on his face clearly visible. “A nurse said to me that another nurse said to him that Dr. Hirata said to him that Chief Emery wants to see you.” He groans, “Interns!” He swiftly walks out and turns a corner.

“Thank God for Dr. Hirata!”, you thank the universe for this distraction. “Yeah, but too bad that Chief Emery didn’t actually need Dr. Ramsey.”, she says with a mischievous smirk. “Wait What?”

“I saw Dr. Ramsey chewing you out, just as bad as your lip, and thought that girl needs a little saving.”, she says nonchalantly. “Damn! You’ve got nerve!”, I praised her, impressed by her courage to lie to THE Dr. Ramsey. “Aww! Thanks, it was nothing. I’m Sienna or Dr. Trinh, whatever floats your boat. “I’m Arielle Valentine, and I’m also glad that not every doctor is a basketball player!” She laughs.

“Hey, a bunch of us interns are meeting up at a bar across the street, Donahue’s. You should come too, even Dr. Ramsey hangs out there.” “I’ll be there.”

“Awesome! Come to the locker room once your shift ends. I’ll be waiting. Byeee!”

General PoV:-

Arielle can’t help but think about her arguments with her father as Dr. Ramsey’s words come back to her. “And you... you need to have a long, hard think about if you are prepared to be here. This isn’t med school, this is the real world. It doesn’t matter that the patient didn’t know that she was allergic or it is your first day. Whether your patients live or die are on you.”

Arielle starts to doubt herself, whether cutting off most contact with her family and Naveen was worth it. Especially for something she isn’t good at. Her mind starts to remember her 18th birthday, specifically the huge argument that followed after her announcement of becoming a doctor, “or at least hoping to.”, she thought.

Tears start pooling in her eyes and she ducks into a nearby supply closet. She can hear her father’s words whispered in her head. “How could you do this! We’ve been talking about you and your brother taking over the family law firm someday! Why would you tell us now! Do you know how many prestigious universities and colleges are fighting to provide a full scholarship to the great Alessandro Raines’s daughter!” Tears start running down her blush tinted cheeks, smearing the eyeliner and mascara she had done in the morning. Her pager beeps after some time. She darts into the restroom and fixes her makeup and continues her shift.

Where's is the freaking elevator? She angrily mutters to herself in the quest of finding the elevator.

"Hey, are you lost too?" An intern in a wheelchair asks her. He is coming from the opposite direction of her.

"Yes," Arielle gives a sheepish smile.

"Me too."

"Trust me this place doesn't look this huge from outside." Arielle says and he giggles.

"Any idea how to get to the elevator?" He asks looking around.

"Nope. I'm looking for it too," Arielle sighs. "How does everyone else seem to already know where to go?""And what to do..." He says sadly.

"Say, are you two lost? I can show you the main hall then," and elderly patient says coming from the same direction as Elijah.

"Thanks! As long as it's not much trouble for you ma'am," Elijah smiles at her brightly.

"No trouble Dr. Taylor makes me take twelve laps of the floor every day so I don't go stir-crazy!" She smiles back. "Come with me," She says and starts to walk and the lost two interns follows her.

"Here you go. This elevator can take you on your way," she nods at the elevator which is currently resting on this floor.

"Thank you ma'am! You are a lifesaver," Elijah says.

"Really, thank you," Arielle smiles at her before getting in the elevator with Elijah.

As the elevator starts moving down, something strikes in Arielle's mind.

"Oh my God! I know what's wrong with Annie!" She says and presses the 3rd floor button.

"Wait, what's wrong? And who's Annie? " Elijah asks confused but before Arielle can reply the lifts halts to stop.

"Sorry, gotta go! I'll explain it to you later!" Arielle gets out of the lift while paging Dr. Ramsey.

Ten minutes later, he enters room 532, where Arielle is talking with Annie.

"You paged me," his cold voice rang through the room which grabbed the attention of both the woman.

"I solved the case," Arielle says happily.

"I'll be the judge of that."

"I too want to know what is wrong with me," Annie says in between them and with that Arielle starts to explain what she found out while questioning Annie occasionally, when needed.

"I'm going to write her prescription and get her medications ready," Arielle feels to Ethan once they both where outside the patient's room.

"Don't bother," Dr. Ramsey says nonchalantly, handing her a paper.

She opens it to find a medical prescription, prescribing all the medicines that she was about to order for Annie. "You knew what's wrong with her?" She asks confused and he nods.

"Then why didn't you treat her?" She asks a bit angrily this time.

"I thought to give you time till 11 o'clock to solve it."

"I- Well, thanks for giving me a chance," Arielle says calming her anger.

And he raises his brows at her, "You’re not angry?"

"Honestly, I am. But again, I'm not going to learn anything if someone is holding my hand." She answers.

"My thoughts exactly."

Just then Aurora comes there to see Arielle talking with Ethan, with a prescription in her hands. Her eyes moves to the room where Annie is staying to Annie laying happily in her bed.

"You presented the case without me." Aurora says angrily once she's beside Arielle.

And that's when Arielle remembers that she had a partner. "I'm doomed," she thinks to herself before she hears Ramsey scolding Aurora.

"Where where you and what where you doing when Dr. Valentine was solving the case here alone?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose he continues, "This assignments aren't optional..."

He keeps lashing out at Dr.Emery so Arielle decides to help her out.

"Sorry, Dr. Emery, I should have kept you updated on the case," She interrupts Ethan who angrily mutters something under his breathe.

Aurora at first glares at her angrily but after understanding Arielle is giving her an out she speaks," It's okay. I wasn't there. So it is your win."

Ethan turns to Arielle this time. "Dr. Valentine, this hospital runs on communication. Keep each other apprised."

He says before walking out to the other direction.

Your shift soon grinds to an end. You head to the locker room.

"Get ready!!" Sienna exclaims excited as soon as Arielle enters into their locker room."Woah! Calm down, girl!," Arielle smiles brightly at her. "Did you bring something to wear?" She asks and Arielle turns around from her locker with a cowl neck backless maroon top and a pair of black skinny jeans. " What do you think?" She shows it to Sienna."You'll look beautiful in it. Go and put it on! I want to see you in it!" She literally pusher Arielle into the changing stalls.

Within minutes Arielle gets out of the stall. “How do I look?""You look gorgeous," she compliments her. If anyone else said this Arielle wouldn't have believed it but Sienna's compliment felt genuine to her. "Is anyone else going to join us?" Arielle asks as they exit the hospital building. "Yes, they are already in the bar waiting for us," she says, her excitement never decreasing. It takes them five minutes to walk to the bar from the hospital.

"Hi, guys!" Sienna greets as soon as they reach a table. There are three more interns there. Arielle saw them at the orientation, they are internal medicine residents, same as her. Also, two of them are Landry and Jackie, she already met them."This is Arielle," she introduces Arielle to everyone. "Hi!" Arielle waves at everyone before taking a seat beside Jackie and Sienna sits beside Elijah and next to him is Landry. Soon a waiter brings a tray full of shots to their table and they bond over it.

Hours after, Arielle feels a pair of eyes looking at her. She looks around to find a pair of turquoise blue eyes locked on hers. "I'll buy us the next round," Arielle says and get up before anyone else can say anything. "Anything wrong Dr.Ramsey?" She asks when she's nears him at the bar. "No, I-" he pauses."I was just looking how different you look in the outer world." Just then the bartender interrupts to ask if Arielle needs something. "A round of shots and," she looks at Ethan's glass trying to figure out what he is drinking," two scotches,neat." She smiles at the bartender. The bartender comes back either her orders and she passes one of the glasses bearing the scotch to Ethan. "Why neat instead of on the rocks?" He asks accepting the drink. "Because ice changes the flavor."

"Correct," he says impressed. " You know you can't bribe me into favoring you, right?" He nods at the drink. "It's just a thank you drink," she replies.” “Thank you, for what?" " For giving me another chance."

Ethan’s PoV:-

As she talks about some patient, he can't help but study her face. It feels like I know her, I've seen her somewhere before. Her soft diamond face, blushing cheeks. Her long jet black hair, the end of which is ombréd with violet, the same violet as her eyes- everything about her seems too familiar. I can't help but look at how pretty she is looking right now. Her hair covering half of her face and those bright violet eyes peeking from beneath it those beautiful long lashes. Get a hold on your thoughts, Ramsey! She's your intern for god’s sake!

"Anything for you, Ethan?" Reggie asks after bringing Arielle her tray of shots. "Two specials, Reggie." "Only for you Ethan." "You are on first name basis with the bartender?" She asks me after Reggie is gone. “I come here everyday since my intern year. So I know him for a long time," I answer. "You don't have anyone waiting at home?"

I hesitate for a moment but then decide to change the topic by answering. “I'll come here even when I do. I need some buffer between hospital and the world. An air lock." "Don't take your job home, Valentine." "I'll keep that in mind. But you still didn't answer my question." She says. She's not one to forget. I sigh. “No, no one's waiting for me at home tonight." Thanks to Reggie for saving me from any further questions from her, if she has any.

After Reggie places our drinks I hand one to her.

"Try it."

She looks at it for a moment, probably deciding whether or not to drink.

"It's great! Better than any other drink I've had," she says slightly surprised making me smirk.

“Either you are sucking up to me or you have an excellent taste as an intern." I smirk.

"I'd like to think it's the second one." She grins and then turns around to find her friends.

"I think I should go. My friends are waiting for me. Good night, Dr. Ramsey.” She says and I nod.

Arielle’s PoV:-

After two hours, and three more rounds of shots, the group makes their way out.

"We'll have to be back here after four more hours only," Arielle says checking the time on her phone.

"The apartment I share with my boyfriend is on the other side of the town. I will barely be able to sleep for two hours," Sienna says sadly.

"I'd be damned to sleep for two hours. The apartment I stay in is above a salsa club," Jackie sighs.

"The apartment I rented doesn't have a lift, so I had to settle with the smallest one-bed room apartment on the ground floor. There's hardly any space there," Elijah says.

"Guys!" Sienna grabs their attention. "Maybe I am saying this because I'm drunk. But what if the five of us rents an apartment together?" She suggests.

"Renting an decent apartment alone in Boston may be quite expensive. But if we five split it among us, the price won't be much more than we are already paying for our hellholes." Jackie nods in support.

"That's probably a good idea." Landry supports her too.

As the group starts discussing about it, Arielle looks at them thoughtfully.

She never thought of moving in with people she’ve known for only a day, but fate seems to have different plans for her.

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toxic - chapter 4

look at him laugh🥺 anyway, i hope you enjoy this chapter as things begin to ramp up ;) (may contain spoilers to Knives Out)

You never thought you’d find yourself getting on a plane from NYC to Boston.

After one last long week at The New York Times, countless rambling and squealing from Claire, two days worth of packing and mentally preparing yourself, you sighed heavily as you sat in your squeaky leather seat. You’d chosen to do an evening flight so you’d had the whole day to pack and prepare,

Ransom had offered to send out his family’s private jet but you politely declined, you weren’t quite ready to face him yet.

You grabbed your phone to text your best friend. She’d made you promise over and over again that you would keep her updated and maybe send some pics.

Hey girl, I’m on the plane. I’ll text you when I’m off!❤️

You pressed send and set your phone on airplane mode. You reached into the pocket of your cozy sweatshirt and grabbed your earbuds, untangling them. You sighed and turned on some soft beats, leaning your head back into the squeaky seat.

You remembered your younger life with Ransom. You remembered how close you were and yet how distant you later became. Your heart stopped and your hands tingled; what if this was just one of his sick games? What if he was using you just to get together with someone over the holiday?

There was no turning back now, so all you could do was relax yourself and try to think about when times were easier.

But all you thought about was when your friendship started to break.

“Say it again, Ransom.” You dared in a fiery tone. Ransom and you were standing inches from each other, fire blazing in both your eyes.

“(Y/N) you’re a goddamn know-it-all and I’m tired of being around you!” Ransom repeated as he threw his hands in the air. Your jaw dropped as he stared at you with wide eyes and a face that read “that’s right, I said it.”

“Oh yeah?” You yelled.

“Yes! You walk around with me all the time, go into class with me, make me feel stupid in front of the other people in class and in front of my friends!” He dished as he shook his hands furiously. You furrowed your brow and slammed your hands on your nightstand.

“Those assholes are not your friends, Ransom! They’re immature and irresponsible and are turning you into someone you’re not,” you reexplained for the millionth time.

“Ho-ly SHIT! You’re so controlling! You think you know everything about everyone, oh my god you’re insane.” Ransom ran a hand through his hair and pulled down his lower eyelids, revealing more white of his eyes.

“Ransom I’m literally trying to look out for you and be in your best interest!” You cried. Your blood boiled and your stomach was turning from the stress. Ransom rolled his eyes and paced, muttering an “oh my god.”

“I’ve been there for you since we started this freak show! I know you better than anyone else! Who helped you when your dad was being a bitch? Who was there for you when other kids wouldn’t talk to you? I WAS!” Hot tears began to stream down your face as you yelled. Ransom stayed quiet and waited for you to finish. “You and I have made it through it all and now you want to ditch me for some fake-ass gold-digging white boys on drugs? These boys are using you Ransom!”

You saw Ransom’s blue eyes become slightly misty as you wiped your own eyes and calmed down a little. “Ransom, you know I love you and would do so much for you, but this isn’t it. You told me you weren’t going to become your dad,” you said earnestly. You had taken it too far though, for Ransom’s eyes narrowed and he came closer to you and grabbed your arms.

“Never, EVER, compare me to my father ever again you bitch,” Ransom said through gritted teeth before throwing your arms back and storming out, leaving you to fall to the floor and sob.

You blinked a few times to find yourself again. You wondered how many of those habits he had kept. You wondered what events awaited you in Boston. Do you think he was married? No no, he wouldn’t have invited you to stay at his home so quickly if he was married... Oh shit, was this an affair arrangement?

God, chill out, you thought. Readjusting yourself in the seat, you slowly closed your eyes as the plane made its way into the night air.

~•~•~

Ransom began his wait for you as he tried to time your arrival.

He was way calmer about the whole situation than you were. Hey, maybe he’d get something out of this to his pleasure. He smiled to himself and shook his head, laying on his couch and watching TV.

Oh wait that’s right, you wouldn’t want to do anything with him considering how “disgusting” he was. It was too bad the two of you got into an argument, he thought. He thought you were pretty cute but when you made a reference to Richard the affection turned to hatred.

All Ransom wanted to do was enjoy boarding school the way he wanted to. And that’s when his new friends came into the picture. The girls were all over him by that point, so what did you matter to him?

Damn, he wondered what you would be like when you arrived. Still hot? He looked out the window to the Boston day becoming darker, the moon and stars shining. His blue eyes slowly began to close, as he let out a sigh.

Ransom was woken up 45 minutes later to an alarm warning him you’d be at the airport soon. He groaned and ran a hand through his brown locks, forcing himself to sit up. The moon was bright and full and the trees outside shook in the breeze.

Ransom stood up and stretched, walking slowly towards the door to put on shoes and grab his keys.

He was met with frigid air when he stepped outside, seeing his breath as he huffed. He hopped into his BMW, revving up the engine and making his way towards the airport.

~•~•~•~•~

You were hit with butterflies as the plane landed. You looked around at all the plane and landing lights, seeming festive all by themselves.

You stood up to grab your things from above you and followed the crowd out the door and into the airport. You shivered from both nerves and the chill of Boston. You had done your best to look cute yet casual before you left, wearing a cute sweatshirt meant to be styled like a cable knit sweater, black leggings, and some cozy Uggs. Was it basic? Yes. Did you care? Not up until now.

Hoping your hair looked okay and that you’d put on enough makeup to suffice, you slowly walked into the airport and glanced around looking for that certain familiar face.

“(Y/N)!” A voice called out. You looked towards the direction of the sound and your stomach knotted.

There stood Ransom Drysdale in front of you with all his glory. He wore a maroon sweater with jeans and a pair of black leather shoes. His brown hair was combed back and his blue eyes shined from the lights of the airport. Did he get hotter? Wait why are you asking yourself that?

Shit shit shit shit shit...

“R-Ransom! Oh my god!” you exclaimed. He smiled at you which made your knees go weak. You forced an uncomfortable smile back at him as he hugged you for a moment.

“It’s been a while, how are you?” He asked. You could see through him easily. No matter how smitten you were, you could tell he was just trying to act normal and make normal human talk before unleashing his master plan.

“I’ve never been better,” you laughed as he pulled away and looked at you. His blue eyes quickly raked you up and down as he sighed.

“You haven’t changed a bit since we graduated,” he remarked with a fake twinkle in his eye. You blushed against your will and smiled.

“Oh god Ransom, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” You remarked. Ransom laughed.

“Come on, I’ll help you get out to my car,” he said before grabbing one of your suit cases.

“Oh! You don’t have to do that!”

“No really, that’s what best friends do.” He winked. Goddammit, how does this man manage to be both charming and fake at the same time?

Ransom sighed to himself. And so it began. He assumed you would warm up to him at some point and stop being your obnoxious polite self. He quickly glanced at you as you looked around the airport with bright eyes. He could tell you were intimidated.

You followed him out the door and shivered as a huge gust of wind overcame you as you walked out into the Boston night air. You picked up your pace slightly and held your coat closer.

“Yep, this is Boston,” Ransom replied to your actions. You gave him a nervous smile as the two of you continued walking.

~•~•~•~•~

The ride back to Ransom’s home was rather quiet. The two of you made polite conversation about the basics such as work, life, etc., but after all was said and done you rode for a good ten minutes in silence. Your body language was tense; you held your hands together and continued to glance out the window or stare at the road. Ransom seemed not to be bothered at all. Almost as if the two of you were still as close as you used to be.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down. Claire’s name was plastered as the caller ID.

“Shit,” you mumbled. You’d forgotten to text her admist all your nerves. “Sorry Ransom, this is my best friend,” you gestured to the phone.

“Not to worry.” He reassured. You answered and held the phone to your ear.

“Took you long enough!” Claire snapped. You exhaled and looked up.

“Sorry sorry, I just lost track of what I had planned,” you explained apologetically. Ransom chuckled to himself and shook his head. So, you had a best friend? He was sure he wasn’t going to hear the end of her during this holiday.

“It’s cool, I get it. So, where are you at now?”

You hesitated and cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Oh we’re heading back to his place.”

“AH!” Claire squealed. You clenched your eyes shut and scrunched your nose. You knew Ransom could hear when he chuckled quietly.

“Ugh, this is so exciting girl! Okay okay okay, I won’t keep you any longer. Text me tonight okay?” She said eagerly, her voice dripping with the excitement she meant to hold back.

“Yep mhm,” you dismissed. Claire giggled one last time before hanging up the phone.

“She’s an excited one,” Ransom noted. You laughed and shook your head.

“Haha, yeah... She’s a bit of a fire cracker.” You replied. “Sh-she’s actually doing an article on your mom, which is how this whole thing kinda started,” you confessed. Ransom blinked as his eyes widened.

“Wow, huh.” He was taken aback. So you didn’t really mean to do that? Did that change the situation? Maybe a little, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. “Well I mean that’s exactly what my mom needs is to have her ego be fed,” he retorted. You laughed nervously.

Ransom pulled into the driveway of his house and your jaw dropped.

“My god,” you breathed. His house was gorgeous. A balcony, large windows, beautiful trees landscaping around it...

“Y-Your house is gorgeous!” You complimented. Ransom smiled.

“Well, this week, what’s mine is yours,” he replied before getting out of the BMW. You slowly climbed out too, walking around to grab your bags from the back without taking your eyes off the house.

“Excited?” Ransom questioned. A twinge of nervousness struck your stomach as he asked that.

“Yeah, definitely,” You forced a grin. He led you to the door where he began to unlock it.

Your insides twisted and turned and your mind raced. This was the start of what you assumed was going to be a long week.

hehehe, hope you enjoyed! stay tuned for chapter 5!❤️

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SAUDADE

Min Yoongi Imagine

Part 1

Saudade: Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one cares for and/or loves.

28 October 2020

Hello it's me Min Yoongi. I am still getting used to this. Writing about myself and talking about my everyday life to you. Not that it constitutes much, just basic things like eating, playing video games, working on music and playing with Holly. Oh have i told you yet i have a dog named Holly.

I was resentful about this at first knowing that I hadn't told Y/n about this. But further as I continued it I felt good. This way it is so much better rather than meeting outside everyday.

Imagine getting caught by paparazzi, oh my I can't even imagine how much of a scandal it would be. Now that we have landed on the topic of paparazzi I somewhere think it's because of them that I have started to become anxious about going outside.

I remember when I talked to you during our first meeting I have never felt so relieved talking to someone except Y/n. By the way, I am planning on telling her soon.

I really can't hide it anymore. Is it wrong to do this while she is gone. What will she think of me?

Okay this is good, i feel this is all I wanted to talk about today. Bye, hope to see you soon.

To, Kang Soowon

Looking over at the digital clock sitting on the desk, which displayed 6:00 pm indicating it was already evening. The shimmering orange hues shone in the apartment acting as a proof.

Hitting the send button he relaxed back into his chair and stared up at the ceiling. The entire house was peaceful with just a few sounds from the cars passing by and Holly's barks.

He had grown accustomed to these sounds for over a week now. These were the only things that made him feel he was not completely alone. His prominent source of chitter chatter and chaos had been out for a week now.

She had gone on a trek with bangtan as the only representative for the couple. On the other hand all the members had accompanied their wives or girlfriends. The youngest one Jungkook had also brought his daughter along with them for this trip.

Funny how the maknae was the first one to be a father out of all of them. Even the eldest was married and had a stable married life now and following his footsteps were his younger brothers.

Soon Taehyung was also going to propose to his long time girlfriend. Now the only one left was Yoongi. Yes he was dating you but that's it. There were no advances in the relationship yet.

You both knew you loved each other dearly and had also confessed to each other previously. Not in a very romantic manner of course, it took place when Y/n presented Yoongi a plate of spaghetti which she made all by herself from scratch.

Even though it was not the very best in regards to taste , he admired his girlfriend’s hard work and the love she had put into it. Her eyes focused on his face just to get a nod of approval from Yoongi.

It wasn’t bad considering it was her first time making it. He looked up to give an appreciating remark to Y/n when her face lightly covered with flour came into his sight.

Oh how cute she looked. But she was so eager to get feedback from him that she did not realize that he was staring at her face with a slight smile.

“It’s good, really good!” Yoongi said, taking another bite out of the spaghetti and picking one bite for her to taste.

A frown formed on her face as soon it landed in her mouth.

She started to mutter how bad and bland it tasted and asked Yoongi how he even managed to chomp down the whole plate, literally taking the last bite. “Why do you even bother eating this let alone finish the whole thing,why?”

“Because I love you” Y/n’s constant emphasis of why and how seemed to have done its work subconsciously on Yoongi’s mind. When the reality of what had been spilled clicked both of them, their heads instantly turned to each other to take a glance at their partners faces.

Both of them were trying to find any hints of cringe or “oh it came out by accident” kind of look on their face. But all they could decipher the stunned and honest looks they had.

”You love me Yoongi?” she asked him just to make sure that those words were not just tongue slips. This is the time Yoongi says it, say those words out loud to her, the words that you had been practicing secretly in the bathroom for weeks and even when working.

Partly also because of Seokjin’s proposal video which he had decided to keep as an inspiration when it would be his time to do it. But alas! look at the situation where they were in both in their pyjamas in their not so clean house a complete 180 degree of his hyungs proposal.

Not over candle light dinner but the dining table in his kitchen. Well now it's done and there is no turning back. His girlfriend’s voice broke his chain of thoughts when she presented the same question to her.

Smiling he looked up at her, still a bit nervous but just wanted to get it out. “ Yes I do, I love you alot and I mean it, even if it's not the best place and situation to confess this but it's a fact” he looked up at her face to see what she had to say.

Will she accept his feelings and reciprocate or will it just get overlooked?. “It's okay if… if you don't like me back I-'' before he could continue saying anything further her tiny palms were covering his face, thumb stroking his cheekbone.

Her face expresses a broad range of emotions whether it be happiness, excitement, but the most prominent one adoration and respect for her lover.”

I love you too Yoongi, I love you too” with this a stream of tears flowed from her eyes. Yoongi was overjoyed and over the moon knowing that both of them were in the same place and mindset in their relationship.

From now on it was just moving forward and not looking back. Both of them scooted close to each looking forward to kiss each other but before yoongi could even do anything Y/n turned her face around and yoongi’s lips landed on her cheek making her release a huge laughter which erupted and echoed throughout the room.

“Yaah Y/n you better get back here and give me my kiss”Yoongi said with puckered lips. “Holly your appa finally said it he confessed to me” you said looking towards the dog you had been holding in your hand.

He started to bark, wagging his tail at you, definitely not understanding the words you said but felt the emotions you radiated through your facial expressions. Yoongi felt his heart at ease, pulse lowering down and a surge of easiness rising in him, this is all he wanted and now finally he has what he had dreamt of, a stable life, a loving partner right in front of his eyes.

“Psst Y/n” he called her trying to make eye contact. She stopped whatever she was busy with and looked at him and a tint covered her cheeks with a confident smile on her lips hearing the words “I love you” falling silently, inaudible but you could make out what he was saying.

You winked at him and muttered those same words ”I love you too”.

The doorbell at their apartment rang making yoongi fall back into reality. He quickly understood it must have been the delivery guy which came with his lunch.

He quickly took in the order and paid him his money. Yoongi had been ordering from the same restaurant you had been to. He even insisted for the same delivery guy knowing very well that he might get triggered if he saw anybody else.

He was in the most vulnerable stage of his health right now. Knew he had to do everything in a wise manner or else the situation would completely turn 180 degree.

He placed down the parcel on his table and started eating his food. He was in the middle of glancing through his media when a picture of you and all the boys popped up on his phone. There were a bunch of people standing around you guys, probably their fans and everyone was smiling at the camera.

His eyes were only focused on you looking at your smile and your jacket clad figure, but besides you a guy who was intently gazing at you and smiling just by looking at you unlike others who were looking at the camera.

Yoongi wasted no time to search for his profile and understood that it was your guys tour guide. He couldn't help the insecurity which was building up in his mind.

He always knew you had an outgoing personality and would befriend everyone around you and yoongi on the other hand was a completely opposite person. Would only talk to the group of few people he trusted and never intended to know any other people the only exclusion for work related meetings.

It's always a distraction to have too many people in your life he would say and firmly believed it too. The question of would you leave him for somebody else or would you find someone much better than him would constantly go through his mind and now with his condition it increased even more. Suddenly he received a call which broke his chain of thoughts.

The screen displayed the callers id: Kang Soowon. He instantly smiled looking at the call and picked up in hopes of clearing his mind by talking to her. It felt good to have someone around to talk to.

Few minutes had passed of him still talking on the phone, afew whispers and faint laughs could be heard from him. “Yes, even though I think I should let this all go, I could become a better person and have a better life I guess, thank you so much for helping me realize that Miss Soowon."

Hope I see you soon at the same place. Good night” he placed his phone down on the counter and was about to get up when a feminine voice came from behind him”Yoongi?” he instantaneously turned around to look at the source of a very familiar voice.

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Movie Night

HEY I DID A THING AGAIN AFTER WAY TOO LONG. In tonight’s episode - What gives Fram hiccups? Apparently everything. The answer is everything.

Allister had never been a particularly big fan of horror movies. In fact, when he thought he would be living on his own at a house in the woods, he had intended to swear off of them entirely. He also hadn't expected Wolfram to be the type to be interested in them either but found himself to be wrong on that count when Wolfram had approached him earlier about watching one. Apparently, Wolfram thought it would be interesting to see some examples of monsters and mythology in this world and so he came up with the horror movie night idea.

While Allister was sitting on the couch and scrolling through a list of movie options on his phone, Wolfram leaned against his shoulder to stare down at the options as well. "What about that one?" Wolfram asked when one about vampires showed up on the list. "I haven't gotten to see much of anything about vampires in your world. Are they as threatening here as they are in mine?"

"Well, I guess it depends on..." Allister paused, something about the way Wolfram had phrased that catching up to him. "Wait, Fram, you don't mean, like... Vampires aren't real where you come from, right?" An edge of fear crept into his voice.

Wolfram spoke nonchalantly, "Of course they are, why else would I have been putting garlic in the - wait, are you saying vampires are yet another thing that doesn't exist here?"

"Where have you been putting garlic?" Allister had thought he'd smelled garlic faintly around the house but was passing it off as his imagination.

"Honestly," Wolfram continued, "this world continues to baffle me. At any rate, I vote we watch that one. It sounds interesting."

"Well, I guess that'll be fine..." Allister didn't do a very good job of masking the reluctance in his voice.

"Do these movies truly make you that nervous? We did just establish vampires are an impossibility here, after all."

"Just like the impossibility of a cute magician being teleported into my basement?"

"Hm... A fair point, I suppose," Wolfram said, smiling a bit. Clearly, he was more adjusted to being called cute these days if it worked in his favor. "What if that cute magician promises to protect you? And provide you with a soft spirit to hold onto as well?"

Allister sighed, unable to say no to that smile. "I'm starting to think this is less about curiosity and more because you just really like scary stories. But, fine, defend me from any vampires and you have yourself a deal."

---

The promise of a soft spirit turned into three at Allister's request. He couldn't help himself, the critters were so fun to have around, and having multiple to pet was a lot like having a group of puppies or kittens present. By the time Allister and Wolfram had gotten to the halfway point of the movie, the spirits had gotten bored and started wandering off elsewhere into the house, but Allister had shifted over against Wolfram's side by then, taking more comfort in his boyfriend's presence.

Allister was pleasantly surprised to find that the movie wasn't actually all that scary, much to his relief. At least, it wasn't scary for him. Something about it just wasn't authentic enough to creep him out like these movies often did. Allister was, however, noticing Wolfram's arms wrapped around his with a tightening grip during the more suspenseful scenes and, when a vampire jumped out at the movie's protagonist with fangs bared, Wolfram leaped with fright and stifled a surprised shout that instead turned into a sharp inhale. Allister held back an amused chuckle and said, "I didn't expect you would be the one so on edge."

Wolfram cleared his throat and shifted his position as he regained his composure and tried to play off his reaction. "I - no, of course not, I simply - hic!" The sudden hiccup left Wolfram with a surprised expression, blushing slightly.

Allister couldn't stop himself from laughing a bit at that point. "Did the movie scare you into getting hiccups?"

Another 'hic' sounded before Wolfram could say anything, causing his shoulders to jump up a little. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, of all the pote - hic - potential interruptions..."

Allister wrapped his arm around Wolfram's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Well, it's one of the cuter options."

Wolfram looked at Allister, clearly disagreeing as the word ‘cute’ apparently stopped being in his favor now. "I'd prefer to - hic - watch the rest of the movie in peace if I - hic - had the choice..."

Allister pulled up the streaming app on his phone and paused the movie. "Wanna take a minute to get them to stop, then?"

"That would be ide - hic - ideal, yes..."

There was a slight problem with that, unfortunately. Allister had learned over time that Wolfram's hiccups were actually rather stubborn and didn't tend to go away with the usual cures like holding his breath or drinking water. In fact, the cures that did work were never very consistent. Allister looked back to his phone and quickly switched over to his notes app where he'd been collecting a list of cures for these occasions when Wolfram's hiccups came up at an inconvenient time.

...

Did he really have an entire list on his phone at the ready? The thought struck Allister so suddenly that he couldn't help but laugh.

Wolfram clearly didn't understand what had amused him so much. "Wha - hic - what is it?"

"I just... You get hiccups a lot, don't you, Fram?" Allister said, grinning.

The comment apparently caught Wolfram off guard, leaving him flustered and turning his face bright red. "I - I do no - hic!" Wolfram grimaced a bit as it became obvious he wouldn't pull off that lie. "Well... Well, it's only si - hic - since I've been living with you, I hardly ever had this issue ba - hic - back home."

"Are you sure about that?" It was a bit difficult to believe considering all of the things that Allister had seen give Wolfram a case of hiccups. Eating too fast, eating too much - both of which he was especially prone to with Allister's cooking - the slightest bit of alcohol during the holidays, that one time Wolfram had tried soda, tonight's incident...

"Yes, Allis - hic - Allister, I am. And quite frankly, you should consi - hic - sider yourself fortunate that I'm fine with you seeing me like th - hic - is..."

"So what you're saying is, you were just being cautious enough not to give yourself hiccups in front of other people before you met me."

"I... Well... Yes, I sup - hic - suppose. What is your point?"

Allister shrugged. "Nothing much. Honestly, I just thought it was sort of cute that you get them so much, but I'm honored to hear that I'm special enough for you to not mind."

"I'll never understand how you - hic - can call this cute... Wait." Wolfram looked down at Allister's phone. "You're distra - hic - acting us, find a cure for me so we can continue watching the movie."

"Hmm, I don't know," Allister said with a playful smirk. "If you're going to be so pushy about it, maybe I'd rather not -"

"Allister, I will fi - hic - find something spicy to sneak into your food."

"I thought I was banned from spice."

"Retaliation is a perfe - hic - a perfectly valid exception to the ru - hic - Allister, make these stop!"

Allister wasn't sure when that became completely his responsibility, but alright. "Okay, okay, let's go check the kitchen, I think there's a few things we can try."

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Deadline | Five

“Jungkook laughed, turning around to follow your movements towards the Keurig, eyes still not leaving your frame. ‘I apologize. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s cute.’

Don’t turn around. Don’t look at him.”

↠ fluff, fake relationship au, high school au ↞

word count: 5.8k

↠ series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 6 | ↞

A/N: hi guise! just casually dropping deadline onto your dashboard huhu. if you’re not streaming MOTS 7 then baby what is you doinnnnn???? have a lovely day my loves ^-^

Why were you so nervous? You had absolutely no reason to be as nervous as you were at the moment. Afterall, you were the one who invited Jungkook to come over after school to work on the history project. You had multiple chances to cancel on him, but you sounded confident when you asked so you didn’t want to turn back.

Before leaving your house that morning, you made sure to let your mother know that Jungkook was going to be coming over for academic reasons. She didn’t miss a beat and teased you about it because she was going to be coming home an hour later than usual. Nothing was going to happen, you were one-hundred percent about that, but of course your mother didn’t know that.

You were going to be alone in your house with Jungkook for a few hours.

Completely normal.

No biggie.

I need to fucking calm down.

You were now sitting in the passenger seat of his car trying to focus on the story Jungkook was telling you. His words were entering through your left ear and straight out the other because all you could think about was did I tidy up the magazines on the coffee table or I swept the floor, put away the dishes, and changed out the towels in the bathroom, but I swear I’m missing something.

Obviously you were overthinking everything. You cleaned up your house before Jungkook picked you up in the morning and you made sure that everything was in order twice. Nothing was out of place, but you were so sure something was going to go wrong.

“Y/n.”

“H-Huh?” You blinked.

Jungkook chuckled and ruffled your hair. “We’re here.”

Oh, great.

“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go.” You scrambled for your bag and fumbled around the front pocket for your keys.

At your front door, you were untangling your keys from your lanyard trying to keep yourself level headed, but the timing of your keys slipping in between your fingers was impeccable. You heard Jungkook snickering behind you as you reached down to get your keys and get your act together at the same time.

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asked whilst snickering.

“Just peachy.” You muttered and pushed your door open. “Come in.”

The house was kept just as you left this morning and as much as you didn’t want to admit to yourself, everything was spotless. Jungkook took off his bag and settled himself down on the large rug beneath the coffee table. He looked around the living room, only making you feel more tense because of your constant overthinking of some sort of “mess” you probably left around.

“Oh yeah, you said your mom is going to be back later?” You nodded. “I have her tupperwares in my car. I already transferred the rest of the food you made me into my own containers.”

“Okay. You can just leave them in the kitchen.” Jungkook stood up from the floor. “I’m going to change really quick, okay?” He nodded and escaped outside while you retreated to your room.

Out of all places, you were not ready to showcase your room. It wasn’t because it was messy but because it was your sanctuary, you held precious parts of you in your room that you weren’t ready to present to Jungkook; pictures, figurines, stuffed animals, it was all too personal in your eyes. Plus, on a less serious note, he had no reason to be in your room right?

You left your room wearing a cropped t-shirt you cut up yourself and maroon sweats, much more comfortable than your skinny jeans and knit sweater. Jungkook was in the kitchen taking the tupperwares out of a reusable bag and you joined him.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked whilst opening your fridge. “I have water, juice, and coffee creamer.”

“I’ll just have water, thank you.”

You took out the pitcher of water and the bottle of french vanilla creamer. As you glided around the kitchen, you couldn’t help but get the feeling that Jungkook kept his eyes on you the whole time; you pulled out your coffee mug and a tall glass from the cupboard above the sink, loaded the keurig with your favorite pod, and returned to Jungkook’s side with his glass.

“Yes?” You laughed and poured him his beverage.

“No-Nothing.” Jungkook cleared his throat. “You just look tinier in those sweats for some reason.”

You scoffed and looked at him with a shocked expression. “I’m appalled, Jeon. I let you into my home, provide something to quench your thirst, and in return, I receive slander? You wound me.”

Jungkook laughed, turning around to follow your movements towards the Keurig, eyes still not leaving your frame. “I apologize. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s cute.”

Don’t turn around. Don’t look at him.

You gave in and peeked over your shoulder to find Jungkook walking back into the living room while asking for a coaster. How could he just casually spew out the word “cute” like it was no big deal? And more importantly, why did it matter to you? He was just joking around. It didn’t mean anything.

↠↞

The entire time you spent working on the project with Jungkook was surprisingly enjoyable. He helped you create a rough draft of how you both wanted the poster board to look like, took the liberty to search up photos to print out on your laptop, and even proposed a few of his own ideas. What surprised you the most was when he pulled out his notebook that was filled with notes about the Renaissance era and offered to do half of the book report. He wasn’t keen on writing up reports, but he was simply doing what he said he would from the beginning: doing his best on the history project.

You swore you were working hard, but it felt as if you two were taking more breaks than what you originally planned. The coffee table was pushed forward giving both you and Jungkook room to lie around on the rug.

Jungkook laid on his back with his arms up in the air supporting his phone so you can look at his screen. You were sprawled out beside him, leaving a good distance between your body and his but your head still close enough to his so you can look at his music playlist.

“You only have hip hop and r&b on your phone?” You questioned.

“Pretty much. I also have a few 90s boy band music because those are classics.” Jungkook swiped his finger along his screen and played you a song. “This is my parents’ favorite song to slow dance to. They played this a lot in our house so it grew on me.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the slow rhythm and romantic lyrics. You were familiar with this song. It was one of your favorites so you hummed along subconsciously.

“Oh shit, you know this song?”

“Yeah. My mom is all about 90s boy bands and love songs.” You pulled out your phone to reveal the music you stored. “My dad liked 50s, jazz, and swing music, so my phone is pretty much a mixture of all of those genres.”

Jungkook adjusted his body to lie on his side, inching a bit closer to you. “You remember that about him?”

“Kind of? I recall a few memories back in first or second grade where he’d put on music and dance with me and my mom. And of course my mom told me about his music tastes.” You smiled to yourself reminiscing about the innocent memories of your younger self dancing around with your father; spinning, dipping, and occasionally stepping on his feet without a care in the world.

“Can..Can you recommend a few?” Jungkook carefully asked. You only ever mentioned your father a few times since you started a new friendship with him, so he was probably gently treading your waters.

Your face lit up. “Of course.”

For the next hour, your positions on the rug changed from on your backs, to your stomachs, cross legged, and even with an inch or two of space between your bodies. You played a few songs for him, mainly your favorites. You even let him listen to noir jazz which was your personal favorite branch of the jazz family. After each song he listened to, he wrote it down on a piece of paper so he could download it later.

Loving music that was considered old school made you feel outdated and to top it all off, you also loved old school romance; making mixtapes for each other, handwritten letters, picnics. This was a guilty pleasure of yours, something only a few people knew about you.

“Listening to these makes me feel like I’m in a romance movie from the 70s.” Jungkook quipped.

“Yeah and the noir jazz makes me feel like I’m a private-I in a black and white film.” You played a song from your noir jazz playlist and began your monologue. “It was a stormy night, just as it always has been the past few days. I sat in my chair, desperately craving a shot of whiskey.” To add to your drama, you emerged from the floor and sat down on your sofa with your coffee mug in hand. “It was no use. How was I supposed to solve this case without a lick of new information? Feeling defeated, I picked up the manila folder on my desk so I could toss it across the room, but someone knocked on my office door.”

You raised your eyebrows at Jungkook who seemed to be enjoying your little play. He blew out a breath, “do I have to?”

“I mean,” You swirled your coffee around in your mug, being extra careful to not spill any. “You don’t have to.”

Jungkook laughed to himself and slapped his own cheeks before standing. “Okay, okay, but bear with me and try not to laugh.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to not laugh at the way Jungkook paced back and forth. He walked towards your dinner table and stuffed his hands in his pockets. A broken snicker slipped past his lips and he cleared his throat to collect himself.

“I didn’t know why I was here. I could’ve stayed at the bar to give everything more thought, but no, I hailed a taxi and now here I was, knocking on her door.” Jungkook stared you down and stuck his hand out for you to speak.

“Oh! Come—Come in.” You stifled your laughter.

Jungkook pursed his lips together, shoulders shaking from trying to hold in his own laughter. “I strode… I strode inside her office. Sauve, confident, dripping with devilishly good looks after being soaked in rain.” He slicked his hair back. “‘I think I have something for you, Ms. y/n.’ I said cooly and she looked at me with hungry eyes—”

“Hungry?!” You snorted, finally releasing your caged laughter. “This is a mystery film, Jungkook.”

Jungkook broke down in a fit of laughter, sinking to his knees and clutching his stomach. “Sor—Sorry! I couldn’t help it, it seemed to fit the moment. Let’s start again, come on,” he cleared his throat. “I think I have something for you, Ms. y/n.”

You wiped a tear from your eye and took a few deep breaths. “No, no, no. Come on, we have to reorganize the timeline.” You crawled back onto the floor to turn down the music.

“Aw, it was getting good.” Jungkook pouted.

Honestly, it really was. You didn’t expect Jungkook to actually follow through with your improv performance. He understood the dynamic, albeit he was turning it into something else, but it was still fun.

The rough draft was beginning to look alive. It took a lot of excessive research and a small disagreement, but it was starting to look near perfect. You were now staring blankly at the photos you needed to print out while Jungkook scrolled through his phone. He quietly sang along to a power ballad you played from your playlist and it was, in a way, comforting to listen to. Both you and Jungkook were immersed in whatever you two were doing, that neither of you noticed the sound of the front door opening.

“Hi honey, hello Jungkook.”

Jungkook flinched and flailed around almost dropping his phone. He stood up from the floor and straightened himself out to look presentable in front of your mother.

“Hello, Mrs—uh, um. Hello, auntie.” Jungkook smiled.

“Pffft.” You spurted and arose to give your mom a kiss on the cheek. “Hi mom.”

Your mother had a few grocery bags in hand and Jungkook rushed to assist her in carrying her things.

“Here are your tupperwares, auntie. Thank you for letting me use them.” Jungkook said politely.

“It’s no problem. Thank you for returning them. Your mother unloaded her grocery bags. “Do you want to stay for dinner, Jungkook?”

You snapped your head in their direction. In a way, you had a feeling your mother was going to offer him to stay over, but you were in denial about it. The last thing you wanted was to have your mother tell embarrassing stories from your childhood.

“Uh, um,” Jungkook looked at you in search for an answer and you just smiled. “Sure, auntie. I’d love to.”

“Perfect. It’s nothing special, I’m just whipping up a beef stir-fry.” Your mother tied on her apron. “Why don’t you two take a break from your project. Just wait in y/n’s room and I’ll let you two know when dinner is ready.”

“Mo-Mom!” Panic rose to your face and it was obvious Jungkook’s cheeks were just as pink as yours. Your mother raised an eyebrow and you sighed in defeat. “Okay..okay, this way, Jungkook.”

Great. Just great, This was going exactly the way you wanted it to.

↠↞

“Wow.” Jungkook trailed behind you with his hands in his pockets.

Your walls were splashed with a pastel lavender color and a few framed photos. A cluster of stuffed animals guarded your bed that was pushed at the corner of your room next to a window. There were fairy lights strung along your bed frame and around the window sill.

Your work desk was cluttered with papers, textbooks, and containers for all of your stationery needs. Just above your desk was a white board and a cork board with multiple polaroids and developed photos tacked to it. Beside your desk was a small bookshelf that carried books, some with cracked spines and withering edges. On top were framed photos, a snow globe, and a self-painted vase with a few fake flowers in them.

Even if you didn’t use much makeup, you still had a vanity that was setup near your closet. Jennie took the liberty to recommend a few makeup products that would suit your taste such as lip gloss, eyeliner, and a few eyebrow products; she purposely left some of her own makeup there for her benefit and yours too. You barely left the house with makeup, but there were rare occasions where you made the effort to do so.

“Sorry for the mess.” You rushed towards your desk to quickly tidy up. “Take any seat.”

Jungkook waited for you to settle yourself down at the head of your bed while he sat down on your desk chair. “I like your room. It feels almost nostalgic in a way.” He scanned the photos on your cork board and even on your bookshelf. “Is this your dad?”

He rolled over to the shelf and picked up a bright pink picture frame that had scuffs around the corners. The frame held a photo of you and your father from one of your birthdays. There was icing smeared all over both of your faces and you were smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah. That was from my sixth birthday.” Even if the photo was far from you, you knew every single detail of it.

Jungkook held the frame and examined it in silence. You leaned over and watched as he cradled the frame in his fingertips. He grazed over the photo and settled it back on the shelf.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you and your mom.”

You smiled at the back of his head. “Lighten up, Jeon. Sure, we miss him like crazy but we’re doing fine. I’m sure my dad is sitting on a reclining chair in heaven with a cup of coffee in one hand smiling down on me and my mom.”

Jungkook chuckled, still not looking in your direction. He kept his attention to the pictures on your cork board.

“Wow, you and Jennie have been friends forever, huh?” He stood up from the chair to take a better look at the photos.

“Yup! We’ve been sisters since kindergarten.” You beamed with pride. “Do you have anyone like that in your life?”

Jungkook hummed and stared at your photos a little longer. “Not exactly a friend, but my brother and I are really close. I would consider him my best friend.”

It occurred to you that you knew very little about Jungkook. You knew he had a brother who was two years older than Jungkook and you also knew his parents worked in the same office building but with different positions. This prompted you to ask a few questions about himself, nothing too personal, just enough to come off as friendly rather than an interrogator.

You learned that, just like you, Jungkook lived in the same house all his life. He and his brother played soccer together in elementary school, but Jungkook quit in the eighth grade while his brother continued thus granting him a soccer scholarship. His parents never forced college onto either of them, but still encouraged them to do their best in whatever studies or work field they decided to do.

The Jungkook sitting across from you was a completely different person. He wore a content facial expression and carried gentleness in his eyes. From what you observed, he was a social butterfly. Jungkook never hesitated to talk to people, be playful with them, and always made friends with everyone. The Jungkook in front of you was calm and collected, maybe because he was in an unfamiliar setting, but you enjoyed this version of him.

“You seem to cherish a lot of things.” He spun in your chair to take another glance around your room.

“Mhm. Having all of the good memories surrounding me makes me feel comfortable. It’s difficult for me to get out of my comfort zone, so my room is my safe haven.” You explained.

Jungkook turned his back to you again. “I see.”

“Hey,” your mother stood at your door frame. “Dinner’s ready.”

↠↞

Please. Please. Please.

You sat in your chair desperately hoping that your mother wasn’t going to do anything to embarrass you. Even if Jungkook wasn’t really your boyfriend, being embarrassed in front of a friend was already bad enough.

“Just eat up, okay Jungkook?” Your mother placed a large bowl of the beef stir-fry in the middle of the table. “I usually make it spicy, but I wasn’t sure if you like spicy food or not.”

Jungkook laughed while pouring a heaping amount of the stir-fry over his plate of rice. “I actually can’t handle spicy food that well, auntie. Thank you.”

Your mother returned to the table with a small bowl of sauce specifically for you to pour over your food. As you dressed up your meal with a dark red sauce that easily tickled your nose, Jungkook stared at your plate with wide eyes.

“Want to try a piece?” You asked.

“No...thank you.”

“Scared?” You teased with a smirk.

Jungkook squinted at you with lasers in his eyes. You held up a sliver of beef and a slice of a green bell pepper that was slathered in the spicy sauce with your fork. He leaned in about half way, clearly hesitating, but you heard him say shit under his breath and closed his lips around your utensil.

“Y/n.” Your mother sighed.

“What? He’ll be fine, mom.” You chuckled.

He chewed slowly, nodding his head as he let the flavors settle onto his taste buds. He glanced at your mother with a small smile and then turned to you with the same lasers in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fi—” Before finishing his sentence, Jungkook put his head down and coughed harshly into his t-shirt. He then scrambled to reach for his glass of water to guzzle it down with streaks of water rolling down his chin.

“See, mom. He’s just fine.” You retreated into the kitchen only to return with a small spoonful of sugar. “Here, Jungkook. This helps better than water.”

First, you fed him a piece of your dinner and now you were feeding him sugar. You never fed him anything since you’ve known him and it all had to happen in front of your mother. It was such a coupley gesture and it genuinely shocked you.

“Honey…” your mother sighed.

“No, it's okay, auntie.” Jungkook coughed. “I’m fine, really.”

The two of you shared a quiet moment of eye contact before breaking out into a broken fit of laughter. It was weird. This was a situation that could easily make you uncomfortable, but you felt at ease. It was banter between friends and you had to admit, you enjoyed every second of it.

Dinner went a lot better than you expected however, your mother did bring up a few stories about how you cried easily as a child and that until now, you can’t watch The Titanic without bursting in tears. You facepalmed a few times wishing you could hide underneath the table, but Jungkook continued to smile at you, assuring you that he was having a grand time.

Jungkook complimented your mother’s tiny garden out front and mentioned that his own mother grows her own herbs; this was something you didn’t know. He even promised to bring a couple of herb seeds for your mother to plant some time.

You tried to avoid the thought, but Jungkook was doing a great job at being your fake boyfriend. It kind of terrified you because of how well he was getting along with your mother. This was dangerous because he wasn’t your real boyfriend and from your past experience with Sehun, you didn’t want your mother to get attached to Jungkook.

You looked over at Jungkook who was aiding your mother in putting the dishes in the sink. They were having a mild conversation about school and if you were a good tutor. It was a lovely sight to see; the way Jungkook smiled politely and chuckled nervously.

“Ah, mom, Auntie Eunbin is calling.” You walked into the kitchen with her cellphone in one hand and the rest of the dishes in the other.

“Oh, okay. Sorry you two, I’m going to have to take this call.” Your mother swapped her phone in your hand with the dish sponge and fled into the backyard; you assumed your auntie was calling to ask about your mother’s potted plants.

“My mom is probably gonna ask you to stay to have some ice cream, so be prepared.” You snickered and hovered over the sink.

“Can I stay?” Jungkook questioned.

“Yeah it’s fine. I hope you like fudge brownie ice cream, Jeon.” You poured dish soap onto the sponge and squeezed it a few times to get it nice and lathered. Just before you could even start scrubbing, Jungkook stole the sponge out of your hand and gently nudged you to the side with his hip.

“I’ll take this, thank you very much.” Jungkook said smugly.

“No, no, no, no. I don’t think so.” You tried to reach for the sponge, but Jungkook was at an advantage with his larger built body frame. “Jungkook, you’re a guest!”

“Exactly! So let me show my gratitude by doing the dishes.” He flug some of the soap suds at you and this triggered you to scoff and wipe the left over soap residue on his cheek.

For a good minute, you and Jungkook were attacking each other with soap and water, completely forgetting about the true objective: washing the damn dishes.

“Ahh! Jungk—”

In the blink of an eye, Jungkook encircled your wrist in his hand and had you caged against the kitchen counter. He leaned it and your breath was caught in your throat. Streaks of the soapy water were still visible on his face and you couldn’t help but look right into his eyes.

“Uh—umm…” you stammered.

“Y/n.” He breathed. “I got this.”

The bass of his voice shook you and you had to fight the blush that was rising to your cheeks.

“Oh...kay…” your voice came out as a whisper and you could feel your chest tighten.

Jungkook let go of your wrist and reeled himself away from you. The hand that was once around your wrist was now on top of your head and there was a beaming smile plastered on his face. “Perfect! It worked!”

You blinked a few times as you allowed yourself to get pushed off to the side. Jungkook casually began to wash the dishes and smiled at you one more time.

“It worked? It—?! Jeon, you asshole!” You laughed and grabbed onto his shirt, shaking him side to side.

It was weird.

You never imagined a day in your life where you’d be standing in your kitchen smiling and joking around with Jeon Jungkook. It didn’t feel strange or unfamiliar, it was like you two had been friends for a while.

So weird.

↠↞

“You know what sounds great right now? Watching The Titanic.” Jungkook quipped.

You nudged your knee against Jungkook’s and ate a spoonful of ice cream.

Just as you predicted, your mother invited Jungkook to stay a little longer to enjoy a scoop or two of ice cream. He eagerly agreed which led the two of you to sit side by side on the sofa watching a true crime series on the television.

Instead of a scoop or two, Jungkook had two mugfuls of ice cream and as tempting as it was to eat more, he refused. You ended up feeding him some of your share because why the fuck not, you’ve been hand feeding him the entire night might as well keep the ball rolling.

“I can’t believe my mom mentioned that.” You groaned and held a spoonful of ice cream to Jungkook’s mouth.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He swallowed. “Hell, I still cry watching A Walk to Remember—”

Jungkook froze and tilted his gaze towards you, hoping to not make eye contact but you were already gawking at him.

“I mean—”

“You cry when you watch A Wal—”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You let out a teasing chuckle. “Well, well, I know what we’re going to watch next time.”

Jungkook swiftly grabbed the mug out of your hands and sulked into the couch cushions.

“If we’re watching A Walk to Remember, then we’re also watching The Titanic.” Now it was his turn to offer you a scoop of your own ice cream. It was a risky deal, but you agreed regardless. As much as you didn’t want to show him your crying face, the desire to see what he looked like when he cried was stronger.

You probably said okay, let’s get back to work after this episode about three times. All of your papers were still sprawled across the table and the true crime series was still playing. At this point, the project was already long forgotten.

At the next commercial, Jungkook stretched out his limbs and let out a strangled whine.

“Whew, I haven’t been this full with good food in a while.” He leaned over to the side and rested a hand on his stomach.

“Oh yeah, I forgot! I hope this didn’t ruin your diet.” You collected the mugs to leave them soaking in the sink.

“It’s alright. I’ve been juggling between the meals and snacks you gave me with other smaller meals, so a dinner like this won’t hurt me too bad.” He explained. “The lettuce wraps and roasted sweet potatoes are my favorite by the way.”

You joined him back on the couch and crossed your legs. “I’ll make you more next time.”

“No, y/n. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“It’s fine.” You smiled. “I had a lot of fun making it. I don’t cook much anyway, so I felt like a chef.”

Jungkook smiled at you and inched a bit closer to you. “Okay, well let’s both go to the supermarket together next time so I can pay for the ingredients at least. I don’t want you to spend your money.”

You definitely judged Jungkook too quickly.

He was a sweet and courteous guy. You probably just didn’t trust handsome faces, especially ones who were as social as Jungkook. He also became easy to talk to and someone you could joke around with. Besides getting a good grade on the history project, a friendship with him was another positive outcome from this fake relationship deal.

“Deal.” You replied.

The true crime episode came back on and both of your attention immediately went back to the television. Your eyes danced along the screen, then down to the cable box.

9:31

Holy shit. It’s already this late?!

“Hey, Jungkook.” He turned to you. “What time do you have to be home?”

He then looked over at the cable box and then back at his phone.

“Oh shit. I didn’t even realize it was this late already.” He chuckled. “Uh, I should be heading home.”

Huh?

For a second, you felt… disappointed?

“I’ll help you clean up first. We did quite the number to your living room.” Jungkook laughed again.

You both began to tidy up the living room in silence, probably because the two of you were still trying to watch the true crime episode.

“I’ll walk you out.” You smiled at him.

After letting your mother know that Jungkook was going to leave, they said their goodbyes, and Jungkook followed you out your front door.

“It’s cold as fuck out here.” Jungkook shivered. “You should’ve just stayed inside, y/n.”

You shook your head. “No can do. I have to make sure I see my guests out.”

Jungkook nodded his head and unlocked his car, tossing his back in the passenger seat.

No matter what the weather or situation was, you always made sure to walk your guests out to be sure that they made it into their cars safely.

“By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask,” you began. “Do you always open the car doors for people? Cuz’ I always have to walk my guests out. Is it the same thing?”

Jungkook closed the door and leaned on his car. He crossed his arms and gave it some thought. “Yeah, I guess it’s sort of like that. When I was a kid, my dad used to always tell me and my brother to open the car door for our mom because it was something ‘a man should do.’” He explained and you smiled a little imagining the sixth grade version of Jungkook opening the car door for his mother. “As I grew up, I guess it just stuck with me. I only do it with girls though, my guy friends know how to get in a car.”

You laughed. “I guess it’s kind of like me then.”

A gust of cold wind blew and you rubbed your arms.

“Well, thanks for coming over, Jeon. Text me when you get home so I know you made it safe.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” He smiled.

Jungkook stood there for a moment and honestly, you were hoping he was going to get inside his car soon because he was right, it was cold as fuck outside. He lifted an arm and tugged you by your forearm to have you flush against his body. He enveloped you in a hug and it caught you completely off guard. Your hands were pressed against his car, hesitating to return the gesture, but eventually you circled your arms around his torso.

“You know, y/n, you mentioned in your room that you find it hard to leave your comfort zone and I really can’t thank you enough for being my fake girlfriend.” He said softly. “We both got out of serious relationships and getting to know you a little better, I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you to go from holding hands with Sehun to me all of a sudden.”

You blinked a few times.

Now this was out of the blue.

“It—It was probably harder for you. You dated Chaeyoung for like three years.” You explained into his chest.

“Heh… I guess you’re right.” He gently rubbed your back. “But, really, thank you for doing this for me. It was selfish of me to ask and I hope you’re not going to hate me after it’s all over.”

You laughed thinking about how you gained a new friendship with Jungkook. “I won’t. You’re a good guy, Jungkook.”

Silence filled the air once again and you were thankful that your face was buried in Jungkook’s chest. You didn’t dare look into his eyes.

“S’warm….” you hummed.

It didn’t occur to you that you said that out loud until Jungkook chuckled and hugged you tighter.

“I told you to stay inside.” He let you go and gently nudged you to walk back up your driveway.

“I’ll be fine.” You laughed, watching him get into his car. “Drive safe!”

Jungkook waved at you, gesturing you to go inside but you countered, waving him off so he can drive off first. This went on for a while until he finally gave in, starting his car. You stood in your driveway just until his car disappeared from your line of sight. Just as fast as he left, you sprinted into your house and pressed your back against the front door.

The noise of the television filled the room but you paid it no mind. If you had to be honest with yourself, at the beginning, you thought of just discarding Jungkook as an acquaintance overall once this whole facade was over. You imagined your life going back to the way it used to be: undisturbed, going at one pace, and staying focused on yourself and school. This was the plan. You thought you had it set in stone.

Now, you weren’t sure if you were ready to leave this temporary chaotic lifestyle anytime soon. But just because Jungkook wasn’t going to be your fake boyfriend anymore didn’t mean anything else had to change. You still had a new bond with him and once it was all over, that new friendship was going to remain.

You dipped your head and blankly stared at the wooden floor.

“I guess leaving my comfort zone once in a while isn’t always a bad thing.”

♡ rae jagi

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octothorpetopus · 5 years

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I Forgot That You Existed (Part 2)

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"Wow, Eds, you've really come a long way from wine coolers in high school." Eddie cracked a smile and looked down into his glass.

"Rich, can I ask you a... weird question?"

"Shoot."

"I mean, I guess I just... like..." Eddie trailed off, looking for the words. "I didn't know you liked guys."

"Is that a question, or...?"

"Come on, Rich." Eddie sighed exasperatedly. "You know what I mean."

"Well, I didn't know you were gay either, Eds. That is, if you are gay, 'cause..." They both took a long, long sip of their drinks in awkward silence.

"I am. Gay." Eddie nodded with an odd half-smile.

"Oh. Me too."

"It's a hell of a funny coincidence, you know?"

"How's that?" Eddie laughed brightly.

"On the one day I happen to be in LA, we get matched on the one dating app I have, and you just happen to be one of my best friends from high school. How's that for batshit?"

"I'd say we're three for three on the batshit scale." Eddie held up his glass, and Richie knocked his against it. "Cheers, to a night of crazy coincidences."

"Cheers."

"Hey, uh, Eds?"

"Yeah?" Richie bounced his leg on the leg of his stool.

"Is this a date? I mean, it's cool if you just want to catch up, but-"

"It's like I said, Rich. It's a hell of a coincidence, and I think it'd be a shame to pass that up, don't you?" There was a twinkle in Eddie's eyes that Richie wasn't sure he'd ever seen before. He quite liked it.

"Agreed."

The rest of the night passed in a curious sort of way. In some ways, it didn't feel any different than when they'd used their fake IDs to sneak into a college bar in Bangor in their junior year of high school. But in other ways, in all the important ways, it was different. Because this time, there was a chance of something. What, exactly, neither of them could have said. But it was something.

”Shit,” Eddie muttered as he checked his watch. It was quiet, but Richie still turned to look at him.

”What?”

”Nothing, just...” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I have a meeting in the morning. And it’s getting kind of late.”

”Say no more, Eds.” Richie set a thin stack of bills down on the bar and tossed back the last of his drink (he had switched to club soda an hour ago when Eddie reminded him he had to drive.) “I’ll walk you back.”

”What about your car?”

”Eh.” Richie waved a hand. “It’ll still be here when I come back.”

They walked along the busy sidewalk shoulder-to-shoulder, Richie’s hands shoved in his pockets, his shoulders hunched in a familiar posture. Eddie studied him carefully ask they walked, wondering how it was possible that up until tonight, he had forgotten Richie. Forgotten how wonderful he was, how he could make you laugh with just a twitch of his voice.

At the same time, Richie was wondering how it was possible to have forgotten Eddie. The way he ran his hands through his hair when he was on a roll. The way he laughed when Richie interrupted with a stupid joke. In all his years without him, he’d never met anyone quite like Eds.

”Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie asked, his voice rough and clear and deeper than it had been the last time they had seen each other, but still somehow the same.

“Nothing. Just... I missed you, Eds.”

”Yeah. I missed you too, Rich.” Richie let his hands fall out of his pockets and swing by his sides. They were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, and they were so close that their knuckles brushed every time Richie took a step. His face grew hot and he worried he was blushing, but when he looked over, Eddie was blushing too.

”Isn’t this you?” Richie stopped suddenly and pointed at the building in front of them. Eddie shook himself, as if in a stupor, and nodded.

”Thanks for coming with me, Richie. It was... it was nice to see you again.”

“You’re welcome.” Eddie slipped into Richie’s arms for a last hug (he was surprised at how well they fit together) and stepped back. “I should go.” Richie took two steps backward and smiled. “Take care, Eddie Spaghetti.” Eddie didn’t know if it was the childhood nickname that convinced him to do what he did next, or the coolly smoky Los Angeles air, or the hand of god himself, but whatever it was, Eddie was swept away by his feelings for Richie, letting the warmth and excitement overtake the nervous electricity running through him.

”Richie, wait.”

“Hm?” Richie hummed, and before he had even turned all the way back around to face Eddie, Eddie had his hands wrapped around the collar of Richie’s shirt. He had to stand on his tiptoes in order to reach, but he tugged Richie down just far enough that he could meet Richie’s lips in a kiss, their first kiss since a brief and forgotten moment in a game of truth or dare when they were twelve.

Richie, quite frankly, was not expecting the kiss, but didn’t stumble back or push Eddie away in a moment of panic. Instead, something in him steeled him, and he leaned into Eddie until he was almost falling into him.

”Holy shit,” Eddie said for the second time that night.

”Holy shit,” Richie replied.

“I can’t believe I just did that.”

”I can’t believe you didn’t do it earlier.” Eddie looked deep into Richie’s eyes... and then burst out laughing.

“You’re something else, Trashmouth.”

”I could say the same for you, Eds.” Eddie mellowed and took one of Richie’s hands.

”Hey, if... if you’re not too worried about your car... do you want to come upstairs?” Richie arched his eyebrows, but nodded.

”Yeah. I do.” And he did.

Eddie woke up to the sound of his alarm (the first of many to keep him on his strict schedule) and found himself unable to sit up. For a moment, he found himself thinking of sleep paralysis and the horrific nightmares that plagued him throughout his college years. And then he realized that there was just a heavy, hairy arm draped over him, the attached hand just barely brushing one of the two star tattoos Eddie had gotten during his very brief rebellious phase.

"Would you shut that shit off?" Richie's voice came from behind Eddie, clouded with sleep and a hangover. Eddie reached over and hit the snooze button before rolling onto his other side so he was facing Richie, bare chest to bare chest.

"Good morning."

"What time is it?"

"Seven." Richie groaned. "What? I have meetings today."

"Right." Richie rolled his half-open eyes and flopped onto his back. "Or... you could play hooky with me." Eddie smiled and nudged Richie's side with his knee.

"I wish I could, but if I ever want this company off the ground, I need investors. And in order to get investors, I have to go to meetings." Smiling, Richie considered.

"Eh, I don't know. I mean, a limo company? Eds, I get that you've always been practical, but it's just not... sexy." Eddie laughed. "I'm serious." And when Eddie turned to look at him, he was. "Look, you could do anything you wanted. Anything at all. And yet, you chose to start a business you're not passionate about in the dirtiest city in America. That's not the Eddie I know."

"And who's the Eddie you know?"

"The Eddie I know wanted to pick up and move to Italy after high school. And he wanted to be an interior designer, or maybe a city planner. New York's not your home, Eddie, and neither is Royal Crest Limos."

"So what do you think I should do?"

"Move here. To LA." Eddie laughed again, more out of shock than humor.

"Yeah, right. Beep-beep, Richie."

"I'm serious." Richie propped himself up on his elbows and looked into Eddie's eyes. Or maybe his forehead. To be fair, he didn't have his glasses on so he couldn't really see. "What's stopping you? You told me last night you don't have time for friends because you're too busy trying to start a business that you're not even excited about. If you came out here, you could do what you want to do. And..." Richie sat up now and looked at Eddie in a way Eddie hadn't been looked at since they were just two kids in an underground clubhouse. "And then we could be together. All the time." Almost unconsciously, Eddie took his hand and squeezed it.

"Okay."

"Eddie, really, I- wait, what?"

"Okay. I'll move."

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah, were you not?"

"No, I was, I just-" Richie seized Eddie's face in his hands and kissed him, long and hard. "I didn't think you'd actually say yes."

"Think again, then. I'd hate to be predictable."

Six years later, Richie Tozier wakes up in the bedroom of his Santa Monica condo to the mid-morning sun streaming in through the window. He sits up and rolls his shoulders, wincing at the sharp cracking of his spine. He fumbles blindly for the bedside table, puts on his glasses, and looks at the empty left side of the bed. He yawns and then goes quiet, hearing the soft sprinkle of the shower coming from the bathroom.

"Morning!" He calls through a yawn. He is still not a morning person, even after living with one for the last six years (Eddie stayed with him during the move from New York, and never moved out).

"Morning, Rich," Eddie responds over the water. Richie feels as though his heart is going to explode. He is, for the first time in his forty-year existence on this earth, totally and completely happy. And then the phone lying facedown on the left nightstand starts ringing.

"It's yours, babe!" Richie reaches over and checks the screen. "Someone from... holy shit, it's someone from Derry!"

"Can you get it?" Feeling unsettled, somehow, Richie hits the Accept Call button and holds the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Eddie Kaspbrak?"

"No, he's, uh... indisposed at the moment." From behind him, Richie hears the water shut off and the shower curtain slide aside. "Can I get your name so he knows who to call back?"

"Yeah, I guess. Tell him Mike Hanlon called, from Derry. He'll know-" But Mike doesn't have the chance to finish. Richie feels a wave of nausea slide over him.

"Mike?" There is a pause on the other end of the line. Then:

"...Richie?"

"Holy shit, Mike."

"Who is it?" Richie jumps and turns around to see Eddie, who has come up behind him. Richie swallows hard and covers the receiver with one hand.

"It's Mike. Hanlon." Eddie looks confused for a moment, and then shock and horror register on his face.

"Holy- Mike?" Richie holds the phone up to his ear.

"Uh, Mike, Eddie's back, I'm gonna put you on speaker." He does, and holds the phone out between them. Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, water still dripping out of his hair and landing in dark dots on the bedspread.

"Hey, Mike." Eddie's voice is startled, but not scared. Not yet.

"Hi, Eddie. I'm glad to see that some of us stayed friends after we left." Richie and Eddie look knowingly at one another.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Anyway, I bet you're wondering why I'm calling."

"Yeah," Eddie responded. He does sound scared now. In fact, he sounds exactly like he had 27 years ago. And that's when Richie remembers. 27 years.

"It's back, isn't It?" He asks, interrupting whatever Mike had been saying.

"...yeah. It is." Eddie makes a strangled noise and lunges for the nightstand drawer, where he keeps his inhaler. He hasn't used it in 21 years, but he still keeps it there in case of emergency. He takes two quick gasps off of it and exhales slowly. Richie reaches over and slips his hand into Eddie's.

"And we need to come back."

"Yeah."

"Fuck," Richie mutters under his breath. "How soon?" He asks, wishing he had just hung up the phone when he heard who it was.

"Tomorrow. Everyone needs to come back, guys. Everyone." Richie rubbs the bridge of his nose and looks over at Eddie, who is staring, wide-eyed, right back at him. They both nod and look back at the phone.

"We'll be there," Eddie says, sounding only a little less muffled than before. Before Mike can get another word in, Richie hangs up the phone and stands, pacing the room, his hair standing up in frantic spikes.

"This is stupid. We shouldn't go. We should just take off, go to Buenos Aires or Madagascar or Iceland- Iceland's nice this time of year, right?"

"Richie." Eddie's voice is even now, and calm. "We have to go." He speaks haltingly as he rises to his feet and takes both of Richie's hands in his.

"I know." Richie smiles bitterly. "I know." He laughs, a caustic, harsh sound. "I guess I'll cancel our dinner reservations, then."

"I'll start packing."

"Don't worry about that. I've got it. Get dressed and then we'll make a plan. Okay?" Eddie smiles gratefully at him and kisses him gently before standing up and returning to the bathroom. Richie is hit with the same wave of vertigo and barely manages to stumble out onto the terrace before vomiting over the railing. He wipes his mouth and stares out at the crashing ocean in front of him. They will go to Derry and their life together will never be the same. Of that, he's sure. But he's also sure of one other thing, and that's that he loves Eddie Kaspbrak like he's never loved anyone else ever before. He goes back inside and pulls two suitcases out of the closet. He begins packing, and when Eddie comes out of the bathroom, he joins him.

They load the suitcases into Richie's Mustang and get in the car, not looking at each other. Then Richie gasps and opens the door. "I forgot my, uh, my toothbrush. Give me just a minute." Eddie smiles and nods, but it's a sad smile. Richie races back inside and up the stairs, not bothering with the elevator. He digs through the nightstand, still open from Eddie's mad scramble for his inhaler, and finds what he's looking for under a stack of self-help books (a sarcastic Christmas gift). He slips the tiny wooden box into his pocket and silently thanks God that Eddie didn't see it.

"Did you get it?"

"Yeah," Richie says, and smiles. He leans across the console to kiss Eddie again, then starts the car. "Let's go home." Eddie looks out the window thoughtfully as the city fades into wilderness and back again a dozen times. Derry isn't their home anymore, he thinks. But neither is Los Angeles or New York. Their home is with each other now. And it always will be.

Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading. I’ll be posting the sequel to this, probably in three parts, pretty soon, but both are also posted on my AO3, minnesotamemelord, along with all of my other reddie fics, and I’d be super appreciative if you guys checked it out! Thanks!

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Right-Side Up AU, Part Three: It’s the End of the World {AO3} {tumblr} {Part One} {Part Two}

Chapter Seventeen → Robin is “this” close to snapping

Will sat cross-legged on a box, humming to himself. Robin was leaning against another, bored out of her mind. Dustin and Steve were arguing at the top about something- Dustin had been trying to use the walkie to communicate with anyone, but nobody seemed to be near a radio.

“Hey, kid.” Robin said.

Will opened one eye. “Yeah?”

“Be honest.” Robin said. “Are we doomed?”

“Not likely.” Will sighed. “We’ve gotten out of worse scrapes. The spies will be here for the boxes eventually anyway, so we won’t starve.”

“Fucking great.” Robin groaned.

Dustin slid back into the enclosed space. “Nobody’s answering. I think the signal is dead.”

“We’re dead.” Robin said.

“Not yet.” Dustin said. “Will, how are you doing?”

“Okay.” Will said. “Have you seen anything?”

Dustin shook his head. “It has to be morning by now. Maybe I can focus. Steve’s going to try the radio.”

“Good id-” Will paused, a weird feeling in his chest. He hesitated before shutting his eyes. “Hold on a moment.”

“Okay.” Dustin nodded, sitting beside him.

Will hesitated, and then said, “I think Mike’s trying to reach us.”

“Fucking what?” Robin said.

“Shh.” Dustin held up a hand to shush her. “Is he here?”

“I’m not sure.” Will took a deep breath. “I just… feel him. It’s… hard to explain.”

“Try?”

Will hesitated, and then started tapping furiously, too busy concentrating on the feeling to talk. Like he’s behind me, and I can tell it’s him, because he’s walking or breathing or doing something that gives it away. But he’s not behind me and I don’t hear anything, I just… feel it. Sense.

Dustin nodded, tapping, Okay. Try to talk to him? I’ll go check on Steve.

Be careful.

You too.

Dustin hesitated, and then gave Will a quick hand-pat before moving back. “Robin, keep an eye on Will and don’t say anything.”

“Wh-what is wrong with you all?”

“So much.”

Will shut his eyes, still focusing. After a second, the feeling grew ever-so-slightly more intense, like Mike was beside him. “Mike?” he said carefully. He suddenly felt a jolt of fear. “I can’t see you,” he said, “But I think you’re here. Is that you?” The fear went away. “I think I can feel you. Are you okay?” He couldn’t feel much, a bit of relief maybe. Mike must be worried about them. “You can track us, right? So you can find us. Can you find us right now?” A bit of fear again. “It’s okay. Don’t push. We still have some stuff to solve. I mean, the doors will open eventually.” A lot of fear. “We’re not in the Lab, Mike. We’re okay- mainly. Dustin and I can take care of ourselves for a little bit. I won’t lie, we are in a bit of trouble, but it doesn’t seem to be monster-related.” Disbelief. “I don’t think it is. Maybe check up on me in a few hours to make sure? I hope I’ll feel you again.”

“Kid?” Robin sounded a bit worried, but Will waved her off.

“Keep tracking us if you can. But if you feel something dangerous, track that first.” Fear. “We’re okay. We have Steve. And we have…” he took a deep breath. “Me. We have me. You… saw what I can do to auras.” More fear. “I can protect us. Worry about yourself.” he clenched his fist. “I have a feeling, from your fear, you ran into some trouble.” Resignation. “Yeah? Then take care of it. I love you, okay? We’re going to get out soon. Catch us when you can.”

And just like that, the feeling was gone, and Will was alone in the elevator with Robin.

He flickered open his eyes, and said, “Mike’s busy right now, but he’ll come pick us up.”

Robin was staring at him with a puzzling look on her face- something akin to shock, Will thought. Eventually, she crept over to the panel and said quietly, “Steve? I think your kid cracked.”

“Fuckin- what did he do?” Steve swung down, followed quickly by Dustin, who ran over.

“Will! Is he coming?” Dustin asked. He paused, then, and said, “Your nose is bleeding.”

“Is-” Will reached up, indeed feeling the blood, and then he blinked and realized he had slipped into auras again. Dustin’s was just as swirly as ever, rushing over him like a stream, but with a cute little twirl at the edges, tinted a light blue. Steve’s was a more calming blue, though it was spiking a lot more than usual, probably due to his panic. Robin’s he hadn’t seen before, but he was pleased to note that it was another calming shade, pretty light, though every now and again a darker blue flickered through the glow. Will didn’t have much use for aura-reading now, so he didn’t keep up his study of it, but he guessed that she could have some negative thoughts filtering through.

“Don’t be sad, Robin.” he said carefully. “We’re getting out, and you’re a very good person.”

“Whaaaat the fuck?” Robin said. “Steve, your kid cracked.”

“Okay, he’s not my kid, he’s the Byers’.” Steve said. “Second, Will, what’s up?”

Will wiped his nose on his sleeve, and said, “First, you should calm down. And Dustin-” he turned, and cocked his head in confusion. While Dustin looked at him, every now and again his aura got a faint, pinkish edge. Usually that’d alarm him- red was a very bad sign- but this pink seemed a bit different. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” More pink, though it faded a little when Dustin glanced away. “What’d Mike say?”

“You contacted Mike?” Steve asked.

“He found me. In the Void.” Will nodded, wiping his nose again. “He seems worried, I think they ran into trouble.”

“Oh, of course.” Steve sighed, putting his head in his hands. “Of course they did, because we always run into different shit all the time.”

“But he’ll come get us.” Will said. “He just has to deal with the other thing first. I think. He might come after us first because he’s Mike, but I should hope he believed me when I said it would be okay.”

“The hell do you mean ‘it would be okay’?” Robin shouted. “And what the fuck are you talking about? Steve, what is your kid on? What kind of drugs are you giving them?”

“Hey!” Dustin said. “We haven’t been drugged in at least two years.”

“Yeah!” Will nodded. “No more- what was it called, Steve?”

“LSD.”

“Yeah! No more of that shit!” Dustin cheered.

“Oooh my God.” Robin slapped her forehead. “I’m trapped in a Russian elevator with insane people.”

“We’re not insane!” Dustin said.

“Will thinks he- what? Telepathically communicated with his buddy?”

“Um.” Steve took a breath, before turning to the boys. “Yeah, I think it’s about time we tell her.”

“Tell me fucking what, Harrington?”

The boys hesitantly glanced to each other. Will slowly reached out to grab Dustin’s hand again- oh, there was that pink. He hoped that wasn’t too bad- and he nodded.

“Uh, how do I put this?” Steve clapped his hands together.

“Lucas usually uses brutal honesty.” Dustin said.

“Right.” Steve said, before turning to Robin. “The boys were kidnapped as infants by the US government due to being in utero while their parents were going through drug-induced experiments, which gave them superpowers. They escaped two years ago and we’ve only just gotten clearance to let them into public.”

“And there’s another dimension we fought.” Dustin added.

Robin stared for a good, long while, before repeating, “I’m trapped. In a Russian elevator. With insane people!”

“No, we can prove it!” Steve said. “We- fuck, this would be easier with Lucas or Mike.”

“Mike makes things float and Lucas changes lights and makes shields.” Dustin explained.

“I can see aura.” Will said quickly. “And you have a very nice one!”

“The powers cause nosebleeds.” Dustin said, gesturing to Will’s. “My power is future sight but I have trouble focusing it when I’m stressed.”

“He predicts real good stuff sometimes.” Steve said supportively.

“And Lucas and I live with Steve because I love him.” Dustin said.

“Also I’m nineteen and could sign temporary guardianship papers until the government tracks down your family.” Steve said.

Dustin blinked at him. “But you’re my family.”

“Not a good time to be cute, Dustin, we’re trying not to blow Robin’s mind.”

“I think he should keep being cute.” Will said. “It’s nice.”

Dustin jumped. “What?”

“Time out.” Robin said. “Time out, time out, time out…” she sat down on a box and said, “Son of a… what the actual shit are you all talking about?”

“We can start from the beginning.” Dustin said. “So, like, when we were born-”

“Oh my God.” Steve said.

“Stop.” Will threw up a hand, silencing them. “Do you hear that?”

They paused, and then Robin ran to the door, pressing her head against it to listen. Then she turned and said, “Well, inmates, we’ve got company.”

“Shit.” Steve said.

“Okay, everyone, get on top of the elevator.” Dustin suggested, jumping up.

“Good thinking.” Will complimented, blinking and trying to turn off his aura-sight. But much like Dustin, stress wasn’t a good way to control his powers, so this did nothing.

“Grab one of those green things.” Steve suggested, running to a box. “For evidence.”

“And don’t go fucking insane while someone’s in here.” Robin said.

“We’re not crazy.” Will informed her, before jumping up to the hatch and swinging himself up.

“Not currently.” Dustin nodded, swinging up after him.

Mike ripped off the blindfold, and said, “So. They’re… I’m not entirely sure, honestly?”

“But you found them. You were trying to talk to Will.” Joyce said. “We heard you say some things.”

He glanced around. Lucas sat on the arm of the couch, watching him closely, while El sat beside him, reaching for the tissue box on the table to hand to him. Max and Hopper were sitting on the floor, with her leaning against his shoulder and looking very concerned, while Joyce sat on the edge of the table, watching him and bouncing her leg, incredibly nervous.

Mike considered how to phrase this. Joyce was very protective of Will, and with good reason. “He couldn’t see me.” he began, shooting El a grateful smile as she handed him a tissue. “But he could sense me. It’s probably part of his aura magic. He could feel that I was looking for him.”

“So he knew you were there?” Hopper asked.

“Did he say anything?” Joyce asked.

“Um…” Mike bounced his leg, thinking over his words. “He’s still with Dustin and Steve. They’re investigating something together. He’d like us to pick them up, but he also said it’s not related to the Upside Down, as far as they’re aware. So he said we should check on that first and then find them.”

“I feel like we should probably find them first.” Max said.

“Uh, yeah.” Joyce said.

“Okay, listen, I’m as stressed about this as the rest of you,” El leaned forwards, clasping her hands together, “But things to consider-”

“Will is alone somewhere doing something dangerous, with Dustin and Steve.” Lucas said.

“Okay, yes. That’s on one side.” El admitted. “On the other, though- it seems to be safe enough that Will can take a few minutes to focus his powers to have a chill conversation with Mike. Much better than what we’ve been dealing with.”

“El!” Joyce said. “I’m not leaving them alone when they’ve been out all night-”

“If they don’t think it’s Upside Down related,” El said, “Then it’s much less immediately dangerous than what we’ve got going on.”

“And, um,” Mike bounced his leg a bit faster, “Will can- can defend them, if need be.”

“Fucking how?” Max asked.

Mike hesitated, his eyes darting from Max to Lucas to El to Joyce. “Um… it’s kinda personal? But he’s-”

Joyce sighed and nodded. “The aura thing he did in Chicago?” Mike jumped. “He mentioned a little of it, but said he didn’t think he could do it again.”

“He… just told me he can.” Mike said. “If things go south. And he suggested I check in on him every now and again.”

“Mike, you’re exhausting yourself.” El said.

“I’m fine.”

“I still think we should find them.” Joyce said. “Will-”

Mike reached over, grabbing her hand. “Can take care of himself.” he smiled a little. “He’s not a little kid anymore. He’s strong.”

Joyce took a deep breath, and Hopper said, “Joyce, if you want, I can take-”

“No. No splitting up.” Joyce said. “We’re not splitting up more than we already have.” she turned back to Mike and said, “You’re sure they’re okay?”

Okay enough. “I’m sure they’re fine.”

“Ready?” Will signed to Dustin.

Dustin nodded and shot him a thumbs-up, as they watched Steve, who was crouched by the entrance to the elevator. He held up a finger for them to be silent, as he peered below. The men had simply taken crates out, pushing them onto some kind of motorized cart, and it looked like they were almost done. Robin held their jar of green whatever, which was about to become very useful.

The men left and the door started to close again. Steve signalled, and they leapt down, with Robin throwing Steve the container. He grabbed it and rushed, managing to slam it under the doorway, jamming it enough that there was a gap they could slip through.

“Go, go, go!” Steve whisper-shouted, as Robin pushed the boys ahead of her. Will slid out first, before holding his hands out to help Dustin get out of the way of the door. The container started to shake as Robin escaped, and Steve only barely managed to clear the area before the door slammed, hard, onto the container. It exploded, and the green stuff burst out. As they watched, it hit the floor, melting it away and simmering with a light steam.

“Holy shit.” Steve said, staring down at the acid.

“That’s… pretty bad.” Robin nodded.

Dustin was the first one to turn and survey their surroundings, and he said, fairly quickly, “Holy mother of God.”

Behind them was a sprawling, metallic passageway, lit with blue fluorescent light that made their eyes hurt. It seemed to go on forever- at least, much farther than they could see.

“Remind me why we couldn’t stay in the elevator again.” Robin sighed.

“Then when they send us up,” Steve reminded her, shutting his eyes and running a hand through his hair, “The Russians with giant guns loading the crates find us.”

“So how do we find a way out here?” Will asked.

Dustin considered. “I can try to force a vision.”

“Dustin,” Will put a hand on his arm, “If you couldn’t do it in there, you won’t be able to do it while we’re walking.”

“Walking?”

“Yeah, dumbass,” Steve said fondly, “Where else are we supposed to go?”

Steve moved out first, and Robin hesitantly patted both boys on the shoulders, pushing them ahead of her. “Let’s move.” she murmured, glancing back at the acid with a tinge of fear.

Once they started to move, Dustin said, “So, uh. About the superpowers-”

“Please stop talking.” Robin sighed.

“Okay!”

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kathrynmaslow · 5 years

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Love Lies (7/15)

Summary: Ever since Emma was 13, she knew she had the ability to destroy people if she wanted to, and some days, she really wanted to. After being forced to go to Greenwood Academy following a traumatizing event in her childhood that brought to the surface her ability to manipulate fire, she never thought she would be free of the place. So for nearly 10 years, she lived a solitary existence with the exception of her best friends, but that was all about to change.

Killian Jones had just been sentenced to attend the university campus at Greenwood Academy after an accident at sea caused him to be dishonorably discharged from Her Majesty’s royal Navy and lose his hand. He doesn’t know what to think about these newfound powers and what they spell for the rest of his now not-so-normal life. But a chance encounter one day has the ability to change all of that.

A story about love and redemption between two people that shows, if you have the right person beside you, you can find a light in the darkness. Rating: M Content Warnings: Mentions of Violence/Death, Brief mention of Childhood Abuse/Sexual Assault, Mild Sexual Content

Chapter Notes: Chapter 7!!!! This has to be one of my favorite chapters that I have ever written for any of my stories, and I am so excited for you all to finally read it! Thanks as always to @daveyjacobsthepotterhead for being a phenomenal beta and @princesse-swan for being an awesome artist. Check out her chapter art for Killian out on tumblr! (I was wrong in saying it was posted last week, it was actually this week, sorry!)

I also have to thank atruthuniversally for commenting on every chapter! It makes my day reading your comments every week.

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Chapter 7

Emma was nervously waiting in her room for Killian to arrive to pick her up before they headed over to the circus on campus.

She told him that he didn’t have to come and pick her up, that it wasn’t a real date and all that jazz, but Killian insisted.

“It’s all about impressions, right?” He asked.

But because of that, now she was completely over-thinking everything. It was supposed to be a bit cooler out this evening, so she was wearing a long sleeved henley with a comfortable pair of jeans and her favorite beanie. But now she was worried that what she was wearing was entirely too casual for the evening.

A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts.

“I can hear you overthinking in there Swan, open the door.” Killian said.

A smile spread across her face and she laughed a bit as she pulled the door open.

“How exactly did you know that?” Emma asked, “You couldn’t even see my face.”

Killian smiled at her. Emma was relieved to see that he was dressed as casually as she was, in a pair of blue jeans with a leather jacket covering what she assumed to be a long sleeved shirt. The chain for his dog tags was peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

“I don’t necessarily have to see your face to know what you are thinking Emma. I just know you well enough to know that you would be nervous about this,” Killian said, extending his hand out to take hers.

She turned back to grab her ID badge and dorm keys, tucking them into the back pocket of her jeans before reaching out and taking his hand.

She paused outside of her door to make sure she heard the locking mechanism slide into place before they made their way across campus to the main square between the upper and lower campuses.

Apparently they had opened both campuses up to allow them access to the circus tonight.

The Circus came to campus at least twice a year, but Emma had never once gone. She never had any reason to.

Until now it seemed.

“Did David or Mary Margaret say anything to you about where to meet them here Love?” Killian asked her.

She and Mary Margaret had made up during the days between their fight and tonight, but Emma still considered things a bit frosty between them. She hadn’t entirely forgiven her for the comments that she made about high risk students looking a certain type.

“David said they were going to be arriving a bit later in the evening, he had a group project that needed to be finished tonight prior to coming. Ruby said her and Victor would be here, but didn’t specify when they would be here.” Emma said, trying to remember the conversation she had had with them two days prior.

“Well then, looks like we will have a bit of time just to enjoy ourselves for a bit before getting hounded by the dogs.” Killian wagged his eyebrows at her, causing Emma to throw her head back and laugh.

Killian smiled at her and lead her down to the entrance of the circus tents that were sprawled out along the square. A security officer asked to see their ID badges, and gave them both a wristband that showed that they were upper campus students.

According to security, there were some tents that the younger students weren’t allowed to access and they had to have a wristband to denote the difference between the two groups of students.

Killian looked at Emma after that description, shrugging his shoulders in a ‘whatever’ type gesture.

He took her hand back in his as they began walking down the main aisle of tents, seeing all of the food and drink vendors lining the stalls off to their right, while all of the games and activities were scattered long to their left.

Lighting up the far corner of the grounds was a large ferris wheel, its blinking lights shining in random patterns along it’s spokes.

The Grand Stands in the Main tent took up about half of the square, looming up over the rest of the festival like some kind of red and white ghost.

“Hungry, Love?” Killian asked her, gesturing with his chin towards one of the food vendor's tents.

“Sure.” She said, following his lead.

He bought them both corn dogs, despite Emma’s protests, and settled them down at one of the standing tables while Emma hunted down a beer for both of them.

Emma noted the woman at the stand checked her wrist band when she ordered the beers, so that was what security was likely talking about when they mentioned the younger students not being allowed to have at the tents.

“I don’t think that I have had the pleasure of having a corn dog before now, Swan.” Killian said, setting down his food and gratefully taking the beer from her when she came back over to where he was waiting.

“There are probably a lot of ‘American’ delicacies that you haven’t had the pleasure of having before now either. Have you heard of a thing called deep fried butter?” Emma said, laughing at the look of disgust that crossed his face.

“I will probably just stick with the corn dog for now then if that’s the case.”

“We are at a circus Killian, their specialty is deep fried anything. Deep fried ice cream, butter, bacon, twinkies-”

“What in the devil is a twinkie?” Killian asked.

Emma laughed at the expression on his face. “Don’t say it like it is some kind of dirty word.” Emma had to pause to try and contain the laughter that was threatening to explode out of her. “It is a dessert pastry.”

“You Americans and your deep fried monstrosities.” Killian said, finishing off his corn dog and taking another swig of his beer.

Emma finished off her food as well and took to walking on Killian’s left side, looping her arm through his so he could use his hand to hold his beer.

They walked beside a bunch of high schoolers trying their luck at the games before heading back towards the main tent to see a lot of the performers.

Killian and Emma’s eyes widened when they walked into the tent. While it housed the main stage area where a group of trapeze artists were performing, there were also a bunch of other performers entertaining the students in random circles around the tent floor.

He pulled her to a stop in front of a performer who was currently breathing a small stream of fire over a younger students marshmallow.

“Can you do that Swan,” Killian asked, pointing at the gentleman, “Breath fire like that?”

“Yeah, I can actually,” Emma said, watching the performer with a pang of jealousy. While she didn’t hope to be a circus performer, she was jealous of the fact that he was free to use his gift as he saw fit, without anyone trying to keep his powers under lock and key like hers were.

“Ohh, David look, A fire-breather, how cool is that?”

Killian and Emma both turned to see Mary Margaret pulling David along towards the performer, Ruby and Victor following close behind.

Emma’s brows tightened at the insinuation and she felt Killian’s wrist move to wrap around her shoulders, rubbing them in a comforting manner.

David recognized them first. “Killian, Emma! There you are!”

“Emma! So good to see you here.” Mary Margaret pulled her into a hug as soon as she reached the couple. “Killian, you know David and Ruby. And this is Victor, Ruby’s boyfriend.”

Killian raised his beer in greeting.

Emma turned back to see the fire-breather looking at her.

“You a fire wielder?” He asked her. She shook her head mutely. “Light up the night little lady.”

The performer winked at her before spinning into his next trick, making a shower of little flames bloom up from his hands and spraying out like fireworks.

The younger kids watching cheered, looking in awe at the act.

“You alright Love?” Killian asked her, wrapping his arm tighter around her shoulders.

“Yeah, I will be.” She gave him a small smile the she hoped was reassuring. He smiled back at her and gave her a quick kiss to her forehead.

“I see you guys have already found the alcohol, did you already eat?” David asked them.

“Yeah, we got here about an hour ago, where did you come in?” Killian asked.

“We got in over by the ferris wheel, why?” David asked, having to speak up to be heard over the crowd cheering in the main stands.

“Because the food vendors are on the other side of the grounds mate.” Killian said, “Emma and I can show you.”

Killian turned to lead the way towards food, wrapping his arm around her. Ruby came up along side of her as David fell into conversation with Killian.

“Nothing going on between the two of you, huh?” She said.

“Ruby…” Emma started, really not wanting to get into it with her friend right now.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. But I just wanted to say that I haven’t seen you this happy in all the time that I have known you, so am I glad for whatever this is. Okay?” She said, giving Emma an encouraging smile.

“Thanks Ruby. He does make me happy.” She responded. Emma made an attempt at changing the topic, “Is Victor going to try winning any of those prizes for you?”

“While Victor might be an excellent scholar and all, I don’t think he would be amused by the games they have set up here. They aren’t meant for anyone to easily win, and he would spend more of his time complaining about the game than actually winning.” Ruby explained, “What about Killian? He express any interest in winning you any prizes tonight?”

Emma looked back up towards Killian, watching him and David laughing over a joke as they continued to walk through the grounds. “He hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort to me yet. But knowing him, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

They did eventually find a way to all of the games tents after finding food for the rest of their friends and getting fresh beers again for everyone.

David tried to cheat out one of the strong man games, winning on his first attempt at playing, but the game runner looked at him with a questioning eye after he did it for the second attempt.

It was when Killian snorted under his breath that the gentleman told him he had to switch which game he was playing to one of the ones meant for someone with his kind of strength.

Emma and Mary Margaret lost it then, laughing at their friend’s misfortune and having to retry his wins on the second game. David didn’t do as bad as Emma thought he would have considering the circumstances.

They continued making their way around through all the games tents, swapping stories and drinking amongst friends. Killian even won her a small purple bear at one of the games. It was the most fun that Emma had had in as long as she could remember.

After her fourth beer, she was feeling a pleasant buzz. She and Killian were hanging around the main tent still, watching as a group of acrobats swung from silk ribbons hung from the ceiling. Mary Margaret and David had already left for the evening, stating they had an early morning ahead of them. Ruby didn’t let them off the hook that easily, yelling a few crude comments after them, much to everyone’s enjoyment.

Ruby and Victor had also left for the evening, taking the chance for some time alone before Victor’s roommate returned to their dorm for the night, while also avoiding whatever David and Mary Margaret were surely getting up to in her room.

Emma wasn’t necessarily ready to head back to her room for the night, but she didn’t want to hang around the circus anymore.

Something Elsa and her had done a few years back on one of their school breaks popped into her head, and she turned to look at Killian.

“Hey, did you want to go somewhere else?” Emma asked, placing her hand on his arm to get his attention.

Killian turned towards her and gave her a smile, “Sure, what did you have in mind love?”

“There is this game that a friend of mine used to play whenever we had the chance, where we sneak into the tunnels under the grounds and try and avoid the guards, wanna play?” She asked.

The smile on his face turned absolutely sinful. “That sounds like an interesting game. Lead on Swan.”

A broad smile broke out across her face as they made their way out of the stands, both of them laughing and giggling as they both stumbled a bit getting down the stairs. Emma wasn’t drunk, far from it, but she was buzzing on both the alcohol and Killian’s presence.

Emma took his hand as she lead them across the campus towards one of the closest entrances to the tunnels that she could remember.

As she and Killian ducked behind a bush to avoid the detection by one of the security guards nearby, he shrugged out of his leather jacket.

“What are you doing?” She whispered at him.

“Covering your shirt up Love, the light color would give us away in an instant.” He explained, throwing the jacket over her shoulders.

Emma made quick work of pushing her arms through the sleeves and moving to tuck most of her hair under her beanie. It was always Elsa’s white blonde hair and love for blue shirts that usually got them caught by the guards.

As soon as the guard was past them, she tapped the leg nearest to her, signalling him to follow her towards the grate in the ground.

When she looked down, they could see light shining from the main tunnel towards the offshoot that lead towards this entrance. Perfect.

She wrapped her hands around one side of the grate and pulled, the heavy metal shifting enough that she could pull it further off to the side for her and Killian to climb through.

“You first, I have to move this back into place before we keep going, otherwise they are going to send a ton of people in after us.

“You sound like you have done this a lot.” Killian whispered back to her has he began making his way down into the tunnels.

“Almost every week when Elsa was here.” She replied as she began following him down, sliding the grate back into place.

“This Elsa lass sounded like quite the hoot.” Killian said as she landed next to him.

Emma took his hand and began leading him down towards the main tunnel area.

“Okay, there are multiple little passages and nooks which aren’t lit to hide in down these tunnels, so we just need to make sure that we avoid the guards for as long as possible.” Emma explained, tugging on his hand to draw him out further.

They began aimlessly wandering around the tunnels, just exploring and having fun. They had seen a few guards make passes down different shoots of the tunnels without coming very close to them yet.

They were whispering quietly to each other when they heard the footsteps approaching.

“Shit, hide.” Emma said, pulling Killian with her into the nearest side tunnel, tucking into an alcove before the guards came past.

He pressed his body against her, tucking her tightly into the alcove to make sure they both were out of sight. She felt his chest brushing against hers every time he breathed, the chain for his dog tags bumping into her collarbone.

He hadn’t started out the year wearing them, considering he told her that he had been discharged from the Navy, but he mentioned to her he had taken to wearing them on occasion to remind himself where he had come from.

Emma wrapped her hand around the tags to silence the noise they were making as they moved against one another. Killian unconsciously took another step closer to her in response to the action, eliminating any non-existent space between them.

She was completely aware of all the places his body touched hers, connected from thighs to chest. His hand was pressed against the wall next to her head while his wrist was resting against her back underneath his jacket. The footsteps sounded closer, and he shifted slightly, pulling her closer to him while tucking one of his legs between hers to tuck himself in closer to the wall.

Emma hadn’t thought through the size of the space when she pulled him into it, only thinking that they needed to get out of view of the guards. And Killian was a larger person than Elsa ever was, so a space that might have fit her and her friend wasn’t exactly as conducive to Killian’s larger frame.

“Did you see anything?” They heard one of the guards ask. Emma saw the beam of the flashlight shine down the tunnel over Killian’s shoulder.

“No I didn’t, you are just seeing things Jennings.” Another guard responded.

“Must be, too many nights working. Riggans is increasing the patrols all of a sudden…” He said, voice trailing off as he continued down the tunnel away from them.

Emma looked at Killian, smiling up at him in relief.

“That was close.” He whispered down to her, a broad smile spreading across his face as well.

Neither one of them made any move to exit their little alcove, or put any space between their bodies.

Killian’s eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look down at her. “...Emma,” He said in an almost warning tone as her hips shifted against his.

Emma pulled down on his tags, using her other hand to wrap around the back of his head and bring his lips down to hers.

Her eyes shut as he continued to press his lips against hers, and she felt as his hand moved from the wall to tangle in her hair, pushing her beanie off her head in the process.

Killian pulled back from her for a moment, and she opened her eye to look at him.

His pupils, already wide from the dark of the tunnel, had swallowed up the sky blue of his eyes. He licked his lips, seeming to make up his mind about something before leaning back into her, kissing her with more force, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, silencing her gasp of surprise.

His body pressed into hers fully again, her back hitting the wall behind her as he continued to ravish her mouth. Emma kissed him back with just as much fervor, enjoying the feel of his mouth, his body against hers.

She moved her hands, releasing his tags and running her hands down his back, her hands eventually landing on his hips. She pulled him forward, wanting to feel more of him.

“You are going to be the death of me, Swan.” Killian groaned, pulling away from her mouth.

Emma made a small sound of protest before he moved his lips to kiss along her jaw and neck. His hand and wrist moved down her body as well, the wrist settling on her lower back and his hand splayed between her shoulder blades.

She placed her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans, pulling his hips sharply into her’s, feeling his arousal pressing into her hip bone. He bit down on her collarbone in response, sucking a mark on the spot. Emma moaned, she felt like she was on fire. One of her hands pushed under his shirt, splaying out on his back.

Killian hissed and pulled back from her a bit breathless. His hand moved to pull hers out from under the back of his shirt.

“What’s wrong? What did I do?” She asked, pulling her other hand away.

“You are burning up Love.” Killian said.

Emma huffed in response. She didn’t know why her powers reacted like that, increasing her temperature without her even thinking about it.

“Probably for the best anyway Emma, wouldn’t want a guard to walk over to find me ravishing you in the tunnels.” Killian said with a smirk.

“Let’s head somewhere a bit more private than,” Emma said, moving past him slightly to look out into the tunnel. No one was in their little side tunnel, so she pulled him behind her towards the grate where they entered, both of them giggling like teenagers and trying to shush one another at the same time.

They made it out of the tunnels without getting caught and chased each other across campus back towards the dorms. They made it back to Killian’s building first.

“Did you want to come up Love?” He asked, still holding onto her hand.

Emma hesitated. She didn’t know what she wanted all of a sudden. She had enjoyed herself in the tunnels with him, she really did, but she didn’t know if she wanted it to go any further than that just yet.

Killian seemed to read it all on her face. “We don’t have to do anything Emma. I even have a spare bed made up for a guest if she would like.” He said jokingly, remembering Emma’s first visit to his dorm.

Emma laughed. “Lead on then, Sailor.” She said, gesturing towards his building. She moved easily over to his other side so he could keep his hand free while they navigated to doors in his building.

Emma smiled up at him as he unlocked the door to his suite, wrapping her arms tightly around him as they made their way in for the night.

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nightcourtstarlight · 6 years

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Garden Dancing part 2

Well, its been about 87 years since the fisrt part came out. sorry about that, school has been kicking my ass its been a rough time. But it here! FINALLY! and i’m happy to share it with you all!

Oh and by the way, there will be atleast 5 more parts ( whoopie) and yes they are drafted and ya know.. they exist.

Welp I dont know how good this part is but I’ll let you get to it!

Read the first part here on Ao3

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I listened as Feyre laughed brightly at something Cassian said. Rhys sat next to her, an arm draped around the back of the chair. They were the epitome of happiness, it radiated and glowed in the midday sun.

We were all gathered in the backyard of the new manor. Nesta and Cassian chatted quietly now. You could see what their conversation was about even if you couldn't hear the words telling by the way Cassian's lips brushed her ear ever so slightly and a red blush rose on nestas cheeks. I took note of how their fingers were tightly intertwined as they went back and forth in their discussion.

I sighed and looked away. So this was it. I'd finally become the third wheel. Not even Mor of Amren could keep me entertained, for they had gone to the summer court to see Varian. Who would have thought Amren would fall in love, though the last time one of us had pointed it out she promised to rip out our tongues. I shivered at the thought. Varian deserves a medal for being brave enough to pursue her.

Since both of my sisters had long forgotten about the conversation we were having I decided id take a walk through the very large garden. I discreetly stood and made my way to the rose garden. The sun streamed through the leaves of the tree overhead and warmed my skin. I let my fingers flutter over the soft rose petals as I wandered, lost in thought.

I wonder where Azriel is. Perhaps he was on a mission. Now that I think about it I haven't seen him in a few days. I hope he's ok. I chuckle to myself. That's silly, of course, he's fine. He's the shadow singer. SpyMaster of the night court.

I pluck a flower off of the bush and behind picking off the petals.

I wonder if he's eaten yet.

Just then I feel my muscles coil and tighten. My vision changes from me looking at the rose hudge to light filtering through wings and powder on a marble surface.

Just as quickly as it comes, I'm thrown back into reality. The flower drops out of my hand as I slump back on the bench. My head pounds with a dull ache.

I don't even notice the shadows around me grow and stretch as I rub at my eyes, willing myself to make sense of the scene that just unfolded. Suddenly something starts blocking the sun. I look up, dazed, to see Azriel towering over me.

His arms were crossed and his wings were stretched out wide, blocking the sun.

My vision… I thought as I watched the sunlight illuminate every vain and tendon. Azriels eyes flicked over me from head to toe

“Are you ok, Elain?” Az unfolded his arms and slid onto the bench next to me. I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. One arm came up to brush the hair out of my face while the other pulled me closer to him.

“It was a vision,” I murmured, letting his cool rainy forest scent soothe me.

“What about?” his fingers rubbed mall circles on my back.

"I saw wings, and I think-” I sighed feeling another dull throb pound through my head. At least it's getting better “ I think they were yours,”

“I see,” Az mumbled.

“How did you now?”

“My shadows tell me things. I like to keep tabs on important things and people,” Hi voice was smooth and deep as silk.

“I’m important?”

“Of course. Your my high lady’s sister,”

I tried not to feel the stab of pain in my heart at that. I wish he saw me as someone more than just the High Lady's sister because I see him as so much more than just the Spymaster of the night court.

“And you're my friend,” Warmth spread through my body at that. If friendship was all he was willing to give then I would take it, and cherish it for as long as I am able to.

“Where were you?” I asked

“So many questions today Love,”

“Well, you left me to sit between Feyre and Rhys blatant touching and Cassian and Nestas sexual tension,”

I was delightfully rewarded with a deep chuckle.

“I was meeting with some of my operatives,”

“I forgot you have your own people that work with you,”

“Good, that's the point,” he quipped. I could hear the amusement in his voice

I whacked him on the chest “ Hey!” I squeaked. I couldn't help but smile though, he was just so charming.

“You're probably hungry, let's go find you something to eat,” He stood and pulled me to my feet. I looped my arm through him as he leads us through the garden. The sun was now lower in the sky. Sunset was probably only a few hours away. I listened to the bumbling rush of the Sidra as we walked. Honestly, I was surprised it didn’t cut right through the garden.

I peeked up at Azriel, taking note of his relaxed expression. Usually, he always had a slight frown on his full plump lips, but today he looked at ease.

“You’re staring," he chuckled

“ Am not! I-I just noticed how peaceful you look,” I trailed off, praying he wouldn’t see the blush on my cheeks.

“You’re very easy to be around,”

“Thank you. You are too,”

We finally made it out of the rose grove and swiftly walked past the couples.

“I might blind myself if I have to see their touching one more time," Azriel muttered so low I almost didn’t catch it. I laughed and bumped my shoulder into his.

“Az!”

I swear a tinge of red color his cheeks, but he merely shrugged as we slipped into the kitchen.

Az walked over to the pantry and pulled the doors open wide. I heard him rummaging as I came to stand by the sink.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked

“Perhaps we can make summer corn chowder. I know Nuala just bought fresh tomatoes.”

“That sounds lovely,”

We began gathering ingredients. Az found spices while I gathered corn, tomatoes and other things to make the soup. We made quick work of putting the ingredients together. I watched, spellbound, as he chops the vegetables. The way the knife glides in his hands with ease. The flex of his wrist and furrow of his brow as he concentrates. My cheeks catch on fire as his gaze flickers up to mine and lingers for a moment before dropping back down to the counter. Luckily he doesn’t say anything, but a small smirk does play on his lips.

I hum and turn back to the stove. The soup bubbles and releases a heavenly scent as I slowly stir it. I feel my stomach rumble and idly think that I hadn't realized how hungry I was. When was the last time I ate today anyway? I had a pastry and tea with Nula this morning. She had come over for brunch and I was slightly surprised Cerridwen wasn't with her. "Duty calls" was all Nuala offered when I had asked. I took that as a sign not to push. Perhaps it was a mission for Azriel, and best to know less about it.

I startled out of my thoughts as Azriel reaches his long, solid arms around me to dump the chopped peppers and tomatoes into the pot. His scent wraps around me and I bite my cheek to keep from breathing it in. Azriel moves away and comes to lean against the counter, popping a chunk of tomato in his mouth as he does so.

“When's the last time you ate today Azriel?” I stammered, reaching for anything to fill the silence. Usually, I had no problem sitting in that comfortable silence with Azriel. It was always a kind of content comfort with him, to just know that you didn't need to continuously fill the gaps in conversation. That it was ok to just… drift.

But with the way Azriel had his curious inquisitive face on, ( it all showed in his swirling hazel eyes), I found myself a bit more nervous to just let him blurt out whatever he was bound to say. This had been the first thing that came to my mind.

He considered it for a moment, chewing on a piece of pepper thoughtfully this time before saying. “ I had an apple for breakfast”

“An apple? That’s it?” I frowned a turned to him. I should have suspected, with the way he had to think about it. He merely nodded and started munching on an apple that was in a fruit bowl on the counter. That also explains the snacking. “Az you need to eat more than just an apple! Look at you, you’re as big as a barn!”

Another smirk played on his lips as I reprimanded “Stop snacking Az. You'll ruin your appetite!” he released an easy chuckle and finished off the apple, chucking the core in the compost bin. I sighed and turned back to the soup. It was nearly done thankfully. I gave it a few turns as I asked: “Why don’t you eat often Azriel?”

“I eat often,”

I laminated a stare at him. He bit his lip and mumbled, “Ok maybe not as much as I should but I do...”

“Why?”

“Cassian used to do the cooking, but he stopped because I'm too picky of an eater. I've been managing though,” He looked so bashful as he said it. I willed a wall of ice to form over my heart like Nesta. Az is my friend and nothing more, but despite my best efforts, his sincere shyness seemed to melt through it anyway.

“Hmm,” I hummed and walked over to the cabinet where the bowls were kept. I flick open the door and just as I start reaching up on the tips of my toes, Az’s shadow laced hand reaches up and grabbed the bowls.

“Thanks,” I smile up at him, but try not to linger. After moving back to the stove I quickly pour him a bowl of soup and slice off a piece of bread to go along with it.

I set it on the counter and push it towards him “Eat Azriel,” I say.

His eyes flicker from my face to the bowl, back to my face, back to the bowl again before he slowly picked up the spoon and took a bite.

Satisfied, Elain got to work making sandwiches to go with the soup. No one can just have soup for lunch and not grow hungry within the hour, she thought as she sliced another tomato. She then pulled sliced turkey breast and cheese from the icebox and bread from the bread box.

“How do you like your sandwich?” she asked

“You don't have to, I’m pic-,”

“It's really no problem Az," She interrupted smoothly.

Azriel pressed his lips together into a hard line before he sighed and murmured a few directions. “Can you put mayo on one slice of bread and Mustard on the other?” Elain beamed and started spreading the condiments. Then he spoke “Two lettuce leaves on the mayo side please and then a thick slice of tomato,”

Elain felt her lips quirk as he ground out his order as if asking for a simple sandwich made the way he likes it brings him physical pain. He then bashfully instructed her to put a healthy slice of cheddar on top of the tomato.

When Az’s uncomfortable shuffling finally fell silent she looked up just as she was about to put a slice of turkey on to top it off.

“Anything else Az?” she asked. She watched, bemused as he gnawed on his bottom lip, yes actually chewing it off, before he sighed and said “I actually prefer ham,”

“ Ok, that's fine!” Elain trilled as she walked over to the ice box and swapped the turkey for sliced ham. Now that she thought about it, she probably should have asked what meat Azriel wanted in the first place instead of just grabbing turkey.

Elain finally returned to the counter and finished assembling the sandwich. She put it on a plate and added another bowl of soup just to be safe and slid it across the counter. Az looked down at the plate and then back up.

“Az! Stop looking guilty and just eat it before I do!” A small smile flickered across his face and his shoulder relaxed an inch as he finally took a bite of the sandwich. He released a low hum that for a moment sounded like something… very different.... His eye flickered shut for a moment and he finished chewed and swallowed. In no time Elain assembled her own and took up a spot next to Azriel. When they finally flickered back open his gaze locked with her own.

“Good?”

“Perfect!” and the smile he had on his face could have lit up any darkness. The night sky its self.

Then we ate in silence for a few moments. Azriel ate his sandwich in record time. There wasn't a crumb left. By the time I had finished my own he was polishing off his second bowl of soup.

“Az eating is important, everyone needs to do it, Fae or not,”

“I know,”

"I could”I trailed off, gathering my courage," I could help you. I wouldn't mind making your lunch or breakfast,” I peeked at him from the corner of my eye and saw he was staring at me with a look I couldn't place. Wonder, confusion, curiosity?

“I couldn't ask that of you Elain,”

“You don't have to. It would make me feel better to know you're eating right,”

“You really don't have to-,”

“Az,” I drawled as he scooped up our empty bowls and plates and put them in the sink

He sighed and turned back to face me. His eyes were bright but his bottom lip was caught between his white teeth. “If you feel you must you can, but just remember I don't expect you to make my meals. I can take care of myself Elain,”

“I know that,” I said gently and came to stand next to him by the sink. I picked up a towel and began drying the dishes he had washed. We finished in silence and I passed him the towel to dry his hands on. His hair fell into his eyes as he swiped the cloth over his intricately scared hands. I heart speed up as I gazed at him. He was by far the most handsome male I'd ever seen, from his scars to his cool indifferent looks. My heart started to pound as I leaned up on the tips of my toes and pressed a butterfly's kiss to his tan cheek.

“It's my pleasure Azriel, thank you for allowing me to help you like how you help me every day,” I whispered. He was still as stone as I stepped away and walked out of the kitchen. My cheeks burned as I grabbed my cloak and swung it over my shoulders, eager to leave before my legs gave out.

It's ok, I thought. Friends are allowed to gives kisses on the cheek. It wasn't like it was long. Merely a brush of the lips! A show of endearment.

Why was her heart beating like a hummingbird's wings then?

Az was frozen by the sink, where Elain had left him. The sensation of her lips pressed against his skin still ghosted his cheek with warmth. His hands balled into fists and he struggled to regain my thoughts.

Elain is my friend. It was a friendly kiss on the cheek, and nothing more. It would be improper to of him to think of it as anything more than that. And worst for him to think of it for longer than this moment, Azriel thought as he started putting the dishes away.

Yes, he would just forget about it. It was safer that way. Elain was his kind and noble friend.

Yet... he couldn't help but wish there could be something more...

No! He shook his head at that and kicked a cabinet closed. Elain had a mate and... he was ... he was him. Scared and bruised and broken with too many years trapped in darkness. How could he ever put that on Elain? shed already been through so much and didn't deserve to be weighed down with him.

He should just be content with the fact that she allowed him to be her friend, he thought with dismay.

Azriel had just finished putting away the dished when Rhysand and Cassian barged into the kitchen with a loud clatter.

"This is why we can't have nice things in this house," Azriel sighed and walked over to righting the picture frame they had knocked over.

"Why are you brooding Az? It's not even 5 o'clock yet, too early for brooding," Cassian quipped as he went to the icebox. He was obviously drunk as a sailor.

"Why are you Drunk Cassian? It's not even 5 o'clock," Azriel ground out, throwing the words back into his face. His shadows swirled around him as his mood worsened. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his drunk, idiot brothers.

Rhys and Cassian shared a look before Rhysand murmured into his cup "Is it Elain?"

Azriel ground his teeth together, feeling his wings flare a bit at the mention of the exact subject of his thoughts. "No"

"Right," Cassian said, who had returned from the icebox with a new bottle of wine. " Try not to brood too much az, she's crazy about you,"He said and disappeared out the door with Rhys following behind.

Azriel heaved and aggravated sigh before flexing his wings and disappearing into the shadows, eager to get away from his annoyingly intrusive brothers.

_Elain_

The next morning I awoke a bit earlier than usual and got dressed. Azriel is probably already awake, I thought as I looked through my cabinets for something suitable to make. After a bit of contemplation and a large mug of blueberry green tea, I decided on a classic that I knew Azriel liked. On the odd occasion that we all had breakfast together like after Starfall or on Feyre’s birthday, he would order 3 fried eggs, toast, and fried ham.

Getting to Azreils house was simple enough. He had told me the address the night he had taken me out for dinner. I strode up to his dark wood front door with my cloth covered basket and knocked.

There was silence for a moment before footsteps pounded towards the door and it swung open on silent hinges.

Azriel filled the entire threshold, dressed in a grey training tunic and leather training pants. His hair fell into his eyes, still wet from a shower. I hadn't realized I was starting until he blinked at me and ushered me inside with a soft come in.

“Just get done training?”

“Yes but I,” he rubbed the back of his neck “I hadn't expected you so soon,”

His house was minimally but nicely decorated. The walls were a pale grey and he had a painting probably made by Feyre of a cliff overlooking an ocean on the far wall. He had a couch and two white chars over an eggshell white rug. It was lovely.

“You must be hungry,” I said and turned back to him. His lips quirked in the lightest of smiles

“A bit,” he took the basket from me and started walking towards the kitchen. When he saw I hadn't followed he turned back to me with a curious look.

“Oh uh, I really should be going. I was just going to drop it off-,”

In two stride he was in front of me again. His beautify hand gently circled my wrist and pulled me forward. “Eat with me Elain, please. I wouldn't feel right just taking it,”

My stubborn front crumbled like a cracker and I finally allowed him to lead me to the kitchen. It was also simple, with grey-black marble countertops and white cabinets. He pulled out my chair for me to sit and began unpacking the food. He then grabbed some plates and forks.

We ate in near silence, only parted but the occasional question I asked or he asked. It was a comfortable silence that I could only share with Azriel.

We were washing the dishes together when a clock’s bell somewhere in the house struck out noon.

“Oh, it’s late! I’m sorry Az I have to go. Nesta wants me to go with her to the Library under the House of Wind,” I folded the navy towel I was holding and placed it by the sink. Azriel nodded and lead me back to the front door with a hand on the small of my back “I had a lovely time with you, but I always do,” I said with a wink as I pulled my cloak over my shoulders. Azriel leaned against the door frame with a content smile.

“As did I and the food was delicious by the way,”

“Thank you,” I smiled at him, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. I cursed myself on the inside, stop blushing every time Azriel pays you a compliment! Azriel opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. He rightened himself and rubbed the back of his neck, letting his mouth open and close with unsaid words again.

Eventually, he settled on “Goodbye Elain,”

I felt myself deflate with that. What had he been trying to say? I nodded and let my eyes drop to look at the basket in my hands. “Goodbye Azriel,” I said with a small smile and finally swept down the stone path and out into the noonday sun.

.Thanks for reading!

#Azriel #elriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #cooking #Feysand #nessian #cassian #nesta archeron #feyre #feyre archeron #rhysand #the inner circle #truthteller

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for the song thing, right on track by the griswolds + nygmobblepot?

this song gave me a really good hype vibe (despite perhaps the lyrics not being quite the same) so i just kinda Rode That Wave and i’m sorry if it wasn’t what you were expecting.

nondescript young adults au, filled with a crushing sense of self-insecurity and maybe a problem with drinking. definitely a problem with drinking. what kind of Blitz Fic would it be if it didn’t include budding alcoholism?

Oswald has no idea how this has become a routine. Routines are things like haircuts, like the route he takes to work, like the meal schedule he’s been trying to stick to; it’s not waking up next to the same person after every party he goes to.

He doesn’t even know their name.

It never seems like they’ve done much of anything. At worst, one of them has done away with their shirts and Oswald’s makeup is smeared, but aside from the headache he always has, things never seem wrong. That just leaves Oswald confused, because he’s spent his entire life afraid, mortified of what kind of mistakes he could make if he weren’t paying attention— and here he is, just fine.

Every time, he tells himself it’s the last time. As he stumbles away, through the halls of a house he doesn’t know, he promises himself that he’s just going to start getting drunk in his apartment like every other pathetic freak his age. But then Barbara invites him out, and he looks back at the bottle of wine he’s been letting breathe on his counter; it reminds him how little he wants to be alone, reminds him of his dwindling youth and how few people he really knows.

This is the third time this month. It’s a weekly thing— parties on Friday nights, wake up midday Saturday, nurse a hangover until his Saturday night shift, tell himself it will never happen again, and then start all over again next Friday night.

(Is it a routine, now? Fuck.)

Usually, the other person is still asleep when Oswald wakes up. It’s all a side effect of his natural internal clock, pushing him out of sleep before noon every single day. It gives Oswald the chance to look at the other person, to consider glasses on the bedside, to wonder just what kind of person wears slacks and a sweater to a house party. Sometimes, next to the glasses, there’s a wallet on the nightstand, and Oswald has to remind himself that it’s an invasion of privacy to leaf through it— this leaves him clueless.

Glasses and a sweater is awake before Oswald, this time. Except the sweater is distinctly missing, and somewhere in Oswald’s foggy mind, he remembers it being lost downstairs, outside— maybe the pool? Christ, did they get in the pool?

His clothes feel dry. Maybe they didn’t.

The other person is talking. Quietly, albeit, but they’re talking and Oswald is fairly certain it isn’t that obvious he’s awake yet. There’s a clock on the wall, one that Oswald can barely see from his place on the bed— it’s clear enough to him, in addition to the faint sunlight coming through shitty blinds, that it’s too fucking early. They couldn’t have gone to sleep more than a few hours ago, if that.

“Go back to sleep,” Oswald says, horrified by the state of his own voice, “neither of us are sober yet.”

“I—” When the other person looks back at Oswald, it’s charming how they can’t decide where they want their eyes to settle, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You can make up for it by lying back down,” he gestures vaguely at the bed, but gives up halfway through because his arms feel like they’re full of water, “just looking at you sitting up is giving me the spins.”

“Sorry,” but they do lie down, quickly putting a hand on their forehead and rubbing at their temples. Oswald drops a hand over their waist and falls back asleep before he can even think about what he should do with the rest of his limbs.

The worst thing Oswald has ever done is offer to work the morning shift. Evenings at the cafe are much calmer, much more food orders than coffee. Oswald has never been particularly good at making coffee. The end product is fine, it’s acceptable, but his hands pay the price and end up scalded. It does nothing to improve his mood, either.

He comes into a shift in the middle of a rush, getting tagged onto a cash register without as much as a greeting. People disappear from the front end while the stream of customers is never-ending, and Oswald finds himself making drinks as another team member screams them at him. Awful. It’s just fucking awful.

“I have a quad for—” there are two cups in Oswald’s hands, one unfinished and the other completed, and he ends up putting both down on the counter, “Edward!” He turns back around, rinsing cups and tumblers, unable to find the unfinished drink he’d set down.

“Excuse me,” the voice is coming from the pickup counter, and Oswald almost wants to tell the person to fuck off, because he’s missing a drink, “you left something here.”

Where Oswald turns back for a half-finished slowly melting frozen drink, he ends up face to face with his weekend bedmate. The alarms in his brain scream stalker until his eyes register just how much panic is written across this person’s face— across Edward’s face. “Hey, you,” he says, making an attempt at charm despite the splatter across his apron and the slowly growing burns on his hands. Edward lasts for less than ten seconds, before he bolts from the cafe as though he’s been threatened.

That’s that.

“What if I scared him off?” Edward asks, speaking to his roommate who couldn’t possibly care less, “What if he thinks I’m stalking him?”

“You did, kind of,” the roommate, Jonathan, doesn’t bother taking his eyes away from his live feed of his lab rats, “stalk him, I mean.”

“I didn’t! I looked at his ID once,” he defends, voice screechy. “He hasn’t been to any of the parties his friend has been at,” dramatically, Edward drops into their couch and groans, “he’s hiding from me.”

“He doesn’t know you from Adam’s housecat,” the rats run around on a wheel, and Jonathan scribbles something down quickly, “he can’t hide from you if he doesn’t know you. Maybe he’s sick.”

“He probably thinks I’m a creep.” Edward nears inconsolability, and while this doesn’t bother Jonathan, it makes him wonder. It confuses him, confounds him, even, how someone could get so attached while not even knowing a single thing about them.

“You know when he works,” Jonathan says, finally turning around in his chair, “you could just go see him, or something. Apologize for running off.”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” There’s a look that Jonathan gives Edward, one of clear unawareness, “We’ve never— we’re always— What if he doesn’t like me when we’re not drunk?”

“Ain’t sure why you’d wanna be around him at all, then.”

When his manager finally gives him back his evening shifts, Oswald is elated. He takes back his normal sleep schedule, the blisters on his hands start to finally heal, and he can follow Barbara to parties once again. The entire spectacle with Edward at the cafe has migrated to the back of his mind, as if it were nothing but a mysterious dream that he provided himself. Sometimes, that’s what Oswald elects to believe— to think that he’s so different by the light of day, that without the drunken slur on his voice he doesn’t sound as inviting, that’s more difficult.

So, he follows Barbara into someone else’s party, pounds a few shots, and finds a comfortable place for himself by the stairwell. He pretends that he can’t smell the weed people are smoking on the back porch, and he tries to manage his expression of distaste when he takes sips of his lukewarm wine cooler.

“We can’t keep meeting like this,” he hears, Edward’s voice coming in before the boy invades his vision.

“Can’t we?” It’s hard to tell which of them is more intoxicated, but Oswald figures it’s only a matter of time before he becomes too drunk to remember much else. It’s easy to get there, with Edward around. “Can I call you Ed?”

Edward nods, facial expression somewhere between mortified and overjoyed. What a painful dichotomy. “I’m sorry for running out on you,” he says quickly, having to stand closely to Oswald to be heard, “at your work, I mean. I just—”

“You panicked,” Oswald supplies, shrugging calmly, as if the entire experience didn’t leave him mortified and chain-smoking on his lunch break, “it happens.”

“Very often, to me.”

“Really?”

“I—” After a bit of internal deliberation, Edward reaches out and takes one of Oswald’s hands, placing it against the side of his neck, where his pulse is hammering through his veins frantically, “I’m a very nervous person.” He can see it, in his mind’s eye, where Oswald realizes that his confidence was all an act, a front put on by the strength of the alcohol in his system. Instead, Oswald curls his fingers around the back of Edward’s neck and brings him down, kissing his cheek.

“It’s cute,” he says, smiling. The harsh curve of Edward’s smile says you won’t think so for long, you’ll get irritated, and Oswald becomes determined to prove him wrong, “I’m working closing shift, now. It gets real slow, you ought to come visit me.”

“If I’m being completely honest,” there’s a warmth in Edward’s eyes, something pathetically sweet trying to make it’s way out, “the coffee you made me was terrible.”

Oswald knocks back the rest of his drink, leaving the empty container on the nearest flat surface, “It was full of grounds, wasn’t it? Some woman brought hers back and dumped it on the counter,” just the sound of Oswald laughing makes Edward laugh, too, “just to make a point. The nerve of some people.”

It’s hard for Edward to grapple with, the concept that Oswald is enjoying a conversation with him, one where both of them are sober enough to keep upright on their own. He had planned for most possible outcomes, but this one just seemed so unlikely that he’d avoided it altogether; not to get his hopes up. Yet, here he is, painfully close and only getting closer— it doesn’t even seem like Oswald wants him to go anywhere.

That’s nice.

When they wake up the next morning, Oswald can’t remember much of what happened after his third wine cooler. In addition to the shots and whatever Barbara’s girlfriend du jour brought with her when she arrived, Oswald can’t even wager a guess at what he’s had to drink in the last twelve hours.

The midday sun upsets his eyes, and he quickly hides his face in the curve of Edward’s neck. Edward. He’s still there, that’s good.

“Did you know you snore?” Edward asks, hesitantly running his fingers along the curve of Oswald’s back. “It’s surprisingly charming.”

“Did you know you twitch in your sleep?” Oswald bites back, dropping his arm heavily over Edward’s chest, “It’s not that charming. That’s alright, though, because you’re handsome.”

Edward snorts, looking up at the ceiling vacantly. Without his glasses, there’s not much for him to see, and staring at Oswald seems like it might be rude.

“Is it too late to get breakfast?” With a painful series of sounds from his protesting bones, Oswald sits upright and fishes around the side table for his phone.

“Definitely too late for breakfast,” Edward makes an effort to try and calculate the time of day from the angle of the sunlight coming in the window, but it ultimately becomes far more difficult than it’s worth, “It’s never too late to get pancakes somewhere, though.”

“Did you drive?” When Edward nods, gesturing vaguely at where his keys are, next to his wallet, Oswald reaches for his backpack. “We can call this a first date, if you want.”

The words settle into Edward’s skin, searing themselves into his soft underbelly and making their way up to his heart, “I’d like that.”

#answered #nygmobblepot #nygmobblepot fic #edward nygma/oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot/edward nygma #fills #im slowly working through these you guys i promise ill eventually do all of them #they've been really fun to come back to over time!#college house parties are awful yall just by the way like Fuck that #i romanticize them for the aesthetic in my works because i have an emotional connection to the Young Adult House Party vibe #but they're literally never good and you rarely ever see the same people twice and you will NEVER get to sleep in a bed #unless you know the host and even then sometimes it doesn't work out #but i want these kids to be happy and romantic so HERE WE GO #i have a few others that might end up canonverse so if youre sick of these aus? valid #you'll get content soon enough #thanks for sticking around

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#Irish literature #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Python #Markov chains

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nu-l-o-v-e · 7 years

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Hello! I'm so grateful for your kind effort to contribute something constructive to this fandom ^_^ On that note, may I request this? Name: Y/N (reader) Member: JR Genre: Hurt/Comfort Summary: She's been a long-time childhood friend of JR, the person who also realizes the amount of effort he's put in the industry for the past 9 years. So she can't help but worry for him, staring at their tv and seeing his name next to #14. She calls him after the broadcast and tries to cheer him up. Thank you!

@commuovereus

It was 4 am, you sat in front of your laptop starring at the blank screen that had been streaming the Produce 101 Season 2 finale. There was a heavy weight on your chest as you held back a your tears. An hour had ticked by without you even noticing; all you could think about is how Jonghyun must be feeling. Even though he smiled as they announced the 11th member of Wanna One, you could see the pain in his eyes as he looked up at Minhyun sitting alone. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that NU’EST would be separated like this. Your heart was breaking; as a ㄴㅇㅅㅌ the uncertainty of NU’EST’s future was suffocating. As Jonghyun’s childhood friend, the injustice that just occurred was infuriating. How could this have happened to him? Why was the world so against him being successful? Growing up together, he had never done anything that would warrant this kind of karma from the world. He was the kindest, most selfless person you had ever met; what could he have possibly done for luck to not be on his side?

The last time you had spoken to him was just before PD101 had started. He had called you; anxious about what the next 3 months were going to hold. You could still vividly remember being able to hear the fear in his voice as he stuttered over his words. You knew that he has been crying that day; he always did when he thought about NU’EST’s future. He blamed himself for their “failure” but you disagreed. You had been with him every step of the way: the day he got casted; the long bus rides to and from Seoul together, you studied while he practiced; the day he told you about meeting the members that would eventually become NU’EST; their debut day and all the practice and hard work that went into it; how excited he was when the first fan joined their fan café; all the extra time and effort he put into each comeback so that their fans wouldn’t regret loving them, and so that new fans would also like them. He was far from being a failure and with a leader like that, how could NU’EST possibly fail?

When you finally pulled yourself together your first instinct was to call and comfort him. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and dialed his number, but hesitated. What if he was already asleep, you didn’t want to wake him. But what if he was awake, sad and alone in his room; blaming himself for what happened earlier that night? You hit dial before you could talk yourself out of it. You held your breath as the phone rang a couple times before going straight to voice mail, “Hi, it’s Jonghyun! Sorry I missed your call, but leave a message and I’ll call you back ASAP” *BEEP.* You hesitated again and hung up, as your lungs screamed for air. You didn’t even know what you were going to say to him when he picked up, how could you possibly leave him a message. If it had been that easy you would have just texted him. You thought about calling him again, but decided against it. Sighing you slipped under the covers and glared at the blinking red numbers on your alarm clock. It was almost 5am, you had to be up in 4 hours for work, but you were too angry and hurt to go to sleep. All you wanted to do was scream at the world for being so unfair.

Your eyes were just about to slip closed after an hour of tossing and turning when the vibrations from your phone woke you up. You reached over and angrily grabbed the annoying thing before shooting straight out of bed when you read the name on the caller ID: “K Jongie.”

“Hi Y/N, I’m sorry I missed your call earlier, we all went out for drinks.” His voice was a hoarse and he spoke quickly, though he didn’t sound drunk.

“Jonghyun-ah… I’m…about tonight… are you…okay…?” Hours later and you still didn’t know what to say to him to make the situation any better. There was a long pause on the other end before he replied.

“Y/N…Of course I’m going to be okay. I wasn’t expecting to win…” The way he said your name broke your heart all over again; tears began brimming your eyes.

“I’m not asking if you’re going to be okay Jonghyun! I know that you will be. I’m asking if you’re okay RIGHT NOW?” The line was quiet so you continued, “ And don’t twist your words like that; I know you weren’t expecting to win, but you were expecting to make the top 11! We all were! What happened tonight wasn’t fai—-”

“We can’t doing anything about it Y/N!… the national producers made their choice. I just… fell short I guess.” He was searching for the right words; you knew he didn’t want to completely give away how he was feeling. However, you knew; he sounded sad, but more than anything he sounded tired. You realized in that moment no matter how strong he tried to be; everything was slowly starting to take its toll. The weight he had been carrying on his shoulder may have lessened due to the exposure from PD101, but it was still heavy. He, more than anyone, realized what the implications of the results could mean.

“Jonghy—-”

“But it’s okay,” He cut you off crisply, “at least Minhyun made it. One of us made it, and that’s more than I could ask for.” He was telling the truth, you knew that. A part of you wanted him to be angry, to let out all the hurt that was locked away. You wanted more than anything for him to be a little bit selfish and fight for the things he wanted. He wasn’t like that though, and he never would be.

“You should have been up there with him though…” You didn’t know why you were pleading with him like this; it was out of his hands too. You just wanted him to know that he wasn’t a failure, that none of this was his fault, that his hard work would pay off, and that no matter what he should keep fighting for his dream because he has everything it takes to be a great leader.

You paused before continuing, “Jonghyun-ah, you know that I love you, and I’m so sorry… I’m sorry that like always, people took you for granted. I’m sorry that even after proving yourself as an amazing leader, they still left you behind. I’m sorry that you even had to be on that stupid show to begin with. I’m sorry that—-” You were crying, practically on the verge of sobbing before he cut you off.

“Why are you apologizing Y/N?” You heard him sniffle on the other side and knew that he was holding back tears.

“I’m apologizing because as your friend I couldn’t do more for you and as a fan I couldn’t keep this situation from happening. You deserve so much more than this… NU’EST deserves so much more than this. I just want you to know that none of this is your fault; NU’EST couldn’t have asked for a better leader. You know that right? Most of the Wanna One members made it because they had your guidance, they will do well because they had you.” You could hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, before you heard the familiar creaking of his bed.

The line was dead silent; you could hear faint breathing in the background, which you assumed was Ren, fast asleep. Jonghyun was quietly considering your words for what felt like hours. You wanted to say more, but he spoke before you could get started again.

“Y/N…Y/N…Y/N… what am I going to do with you? You are carrying more guilt than I am.” He let out a soft chuckle as he continued to sniffle. “Don’t feel guilty, and please don’t cry. You did everything you could have for me, and I’m so thankful that till the end I will always have you… as my friend and as my fan.”

“You know that I’ll always be here, your fans will always be here for you too.” There was silence on the other end again, but you could have sworn you heard him whisper, “I know.” You both sat in silence for a while longer, listening to the calming rhythm of each other’s breathing.

“Y/N, remember how I called you before the show started? I was scared and nervous.” You nodded along even though he couldn’t see you, “But I learned something while being on the show…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “some things are just out of my control, and blaming myself isn’t going to get me anywhere. I may not have made it, but I keep reminding myself that my goal wasn’t to be in that group. Do you remember why I said I wanted to be on the show?”

You thought back to the details of your last conversation. “To help get NU’EST recognition,” you whispered.

“That’s right, my goals was to help NU’EST get recognition. Good or bad, I think I was able to accomplish that. With Minhyun in Wanna One and the rest of us here, I think we can keep NU’EST alive a little bit longer.”

You wiped away your tears; for the first time all night you felt a little bit of hope. “So you’re really okay?” You were still a little doubtful, but you could hear a difference in his voice and the way he spoke about NU’EST’s future. He also seemed to have found a light, no matter how faint.

“I’m doing better than you gave me credit for!” He laughed his signature hearty laugh. “Y/N, how can NU’EST fail when all our fans are like you? Because of all of you we got this far. You may not know, but we love you just as much as you love us. Although I do love you more.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “I was just worried about you… that’s all. You’ve always been so hard on yourself, I was worried that this might break you…”

“I know. That’s why I was glad to see you had called. Talking to you always makes me feel better you know that right? I can say things to you that I can’t to the other members, and I also knew that you would be worried. I wanted to reassure you that I’m going to be okay.”

“I should have been the one reassuring you. I called because I wanted to cheer you up.” You whined. He laughed at you, but a loud snore in the background and his own yawning cut him off.

“You really don’t get it do you? Just talking to you cheers me up. All my worries, sadness, whatever feel lighter after talking to you. Besides, you just spent this whole call telling me how amazing I am, I can’t possibly be sad after hearing all that.”

“Jonghyun-ah” You pouted.

“Okay, okay. If you really want to cheer me up, spend some time with me when I get back home. You’re always too busy with work; I need some time with my best friend too. I really, really miss you.”

“I miss you too. Okay, I promise! I’ll book off the whole time you’re here. We can catch up properly.”

“I’ll be there in a couple days! Remember you promised!” You sighed, he always gave you such short notice. This time however, you were defiantly going to make things work. Even though he didn’t explicitly say it, he needed to see you, and truthfully you needed to see him too.

“I promise! I promise!” You sombered up a bit before continuing, “Jonghyun-ah, I know you said you’re going to be okay, but I have to ask one more time. Right now…are you really okay?”

“Right now… I’m okay. I’m not going to think about the past or the future. So for right now, I’m okay. Trust me.” You just wanted to hold him, prove to yourself that his words were completely true. But since that wasn’t possible, you would just have to take his word for it.

“Okay, I trust you. I’ll let you get some sleep since you’ve had a long night. Good night Jonghyun…”

“Good night Y/N, sweet dreams.” You were just about to hang up the phone when you heard him yell into the speaker. “Wait, don’t hang up! Stay with me on the line until we fall asleep. I want to make sure that you’re okay too.”

Your lips curled up as you pulled the covers tighter around you, “Sure.” Neither of you spoke, but your breathing lulled him to sleep first and you followed shortly after.

-END-

I apologize for the wait my ㄴㅇㅅㅌ! But here it is, i’m sorry if this isn’t as cheerful as you were expecting, but I really got drawn into the emotions i felt the night of the finale. I would also like to apologize for any spelling or grammar errors, I’ve been staring at this for hours and everything all looks the same to me now haha I’m also a little rusty in the writing department, so again bare with me. Feel free to request again, i’ll look forward to it! Constructive Criticism is also always welcome, but please be polite (and nice).

Until next time!

With ㄴㅇㅅㅌ ❤️ ,

#nu'est #NUEST #kim jonghyun #jonghyun #JR #뉴이스트 #ㄴㅇㅅㅌ #nu'est fanfic #nuest fanfic

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magcon-imagines-is-bae · 7 years

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Promise

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Request: can you make imagine where magcon are visiting Cameron and y/n then cam tells y/n that she's fat and she tells him that she's almost 4 months pregnant and that's why she's fat? can it be long and super cute? btw I'm in love with your imagines

From: @asvpmendes

Note: Hey! thanks so much for your request! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! I’m glad you've liked my previous imagines :)

You look in the mirror. Your hands carefully glide over your now bulging stomach. Its noticeable. There’s no denying it or even trying to hide it. Your let out a groan and pull your hair back from your face with your hand. Your shirt falls back down as its support left. You let out a shaky laugh. Even though the future is now inevitable, your still in a bit of denial. You remember when you found out, you were with your best friend (Y/F/N).

“(Y/N)?” You crouched in front of the toilet. Your eyes filling up, daring to flood out. A positive symbol stared back at your shocked face. “(Y/N)?” (Y/F/N) called again to you. The door to the bathroom room slowly creaked open as she entered your bathroom, you were crouched on the floor a hand to your mouth still staring in disbelief at the test in your hand. You missed several periods but you didn’t think it’d ever happen to you. “oh sweetie” Your friend slowly bent down next to you, she was the one who encouraged you to take it. She probably predicted it. You let out a shaky laugh. Your body shook. “I’m pregnant” You finally let the worlds fall out of your mouth. The invisible barrier that held your tears back finally broke. What were you going to do? You couldn’t abort it. What would Cameron do? He’d surely brake up with you. The tears were now flooding out; you couldn’t stop it. You just cried into (Y/F/N) shoulder.

You never told Cameron in fear he’d leave you. Now you’d have to tell him though. Magcon was making a stop at your hometown, and of course he’d want to see his girlfriend. You could hide it from the endless calls and facetimes, but in person was a whole different story. Everyone but the boys knew. Your parents were thankfully very supportive of your decision and were helping with the cost of it all. (Y/F/N) gave you endless amounts of encouragement and even went to a class for first time moms with you. Your phone let of its familiar ringtone out. “Hello” you breathed into the phone. “Baby!” Cameron’s soothing voice let out excitedly. “I can’t wait to see you! And hold you! And kiss you, you can’t imagine how much I miss kissing you!” His words came through the receiver fast and jumbled. It was like he only had a minute to speak and he had to let it all out before his time was up. “Hey” You quickly made sure your sweatshirt was completely down, “So when do you um, get here?” You were fidgeting with the hem of the huge sweatshirt. A nervous habit you’ve obtained. “You okay?” Concern laced his voice. You let a chuckle, half because it was cute that he knew you so well and was concerned and half because he knew you so well and you couldn’t tell him over the phone. “Of course!” You faked enthusiasm. “Okay well we just got here, want to come visit us at the hotel? We’re all going swimming!” Swimming? Crap. There is no way you’d get away with a swimsuit. “Um…. I’ll come hang out, but I’m not feeling up for swimming” You plainly stated, hoping he’d get the hint. “Oh okay! That time of the month huh?” He chuckled, “Okay ill text you the details!” and with that the phone beeped letting you know the call was over. At least he doesn’t suspect anything. You went to get the keys to your car while a ping signaled that Cameron sent his text. The lobby to the hotel was filled with laughing. The boys were so loud. You followed the sounds the door. As soon as you opened it you were greeted with the warm air and the smell of chlorine. “(Y/N)!” eight different boys yelled out. You let out a small wave and smile. You felt awkward now. None of them knew and it just felt different. Shawn’s eyes met yours. He did know. You called him crying and explained the whole ordeal. He was probably one of your closest friends besides (Y/F/N) of course. Two warm, and wet arms wrapped around you and spun you in a circle. Then your eyes met the warm brown ones that you fell in love with. “I’ve missed you” Cameron bent down and gave you a sweet kiss, making your body feel numb and making your chest flutter. “I’ve missed you too” You smiled sweetly up at him. “Now c’mon join us!” He was slightly pulling you towards the pool. “Uh no, sorry” You chuckled, one you didn’t wear your swimsuit. Your outfit considered of huge sweatpants and a huge baggy sweatshirt. Two, the most obvious and main reason was you were carrying a child. “Nooo just put your feet in, please” he begged. Your eyes pleaded with Shawn’s to help some. “Cameron she’s not even dressed for it...” Shawn’s voice let out, he cleared his voice. Cameron looked at you once more and then at Shawn. His eyebrow raised slightly and his grin suddenly left his face. But just as quick as it arrived his grin was back and he shrugged. “Aright, but you’re coming out to eat with us later” He stated before turning and diving into the pool right between Nash and Jack G. You went over to a lounge chair and pulled your feet up comfortably. Your hand reached inside your pocket for the familiar phone. Then you played some games and checked social media to pass the time. Eventually a shadow came and blocked your lighting, the sound of water hitting the concrete loud. Your eyes finally pulled away from your phone and you lifted your eyebrows at whoever dared interrupt your screen time. Cameron’s signature smile met your face. “you look bored” He breathed out as he joined you on the lounge chairs, a hair running through his wet hair. “A little” you admitted. “Then tell me what’s new, I’ve been gone awhile and facetime is nice and all but nothing beats face to face conversations.” “Nothing I haven’t told you already” Your hand fidgeted with the hem of your sweatshirt again. Your eyes went back to the screen trying to distract yourself. “Really?” he chided. “Yep” “Why are you fidgeting then?” You couldn’t pin point the tone of his voice, it was concern but almost like he was implying something. You began to get more nervous. What if he found out? But as you finally looked over him that uneasy feeling went away. Instead the feeling of utter warmth filled its place. Cameron was undeniably hot. Water was trickling off his hair which was a shade laughter because of the sun and running down his body in streams. His chiseled abs were way more toned than the last time you saw them and left you with the thought that he’s been working out. His shorts were tight and defiantly left a lot of room for imagination in your head. Your eyes trailed back up to his face where of course his eyebrows were quirked up. He noticed you checking him out. He leaned over his chair and his mouth came centimeters away from your ear. You felt his hot breath breathe. “Why don’t we go out and enjoy ourselves, huh?” His voice tickled your ear and he drew out the word enjoy. You knew what he was hinting out. It was obvious but he would also notice the sudden change in your body if you did join him. “That’s okay” you moved your head away from him. He was about to open his mouth to interject but Nash suddenly came over interrupting whatever sentence was prepared to come out of Cameron’s mouth. “Hey guys, were all ready to go out now.” You lifted yourself out of your seat, thankful for the distraction. The boys were already toweling off in different places, Cameron looked at you and finally gave in. “Aright then let’s go then” He stated. You all stumbled out into the California air. The hot air entering your sweatshirt making you sweat a little. Crap. You didn’t think about the temperature. “Aren’t cha hot (Y/N)” One of the boys stated. You thought for a moment for a reply. “Nah I’m naturally a cold person” your grinned. Hopefully the joke will lead them off and wont allow any of them to overthink it. Cameron stared at you for a moment but looked away when you raised your eyebrows in question. Soon you were all filled at a table, fries and other assortments of foods settled between you all. You finally gave into the heat and lifted your sweatshirt. Your pudgy stomach giving away. No one said anything. “But then the girl...” Hayes started. “I couldn’t believe she threw them at me!” Jack Johnson interrupted. “And that one time with the tour bus” Shawn’s laughter filled the air. You couldn’t even concentrate on one person since there were several different conversations and stories getting out of someone’s mouth. When you looked across at Cameron he was staring at you. You stared back some fries just entering your mouth. “You might want to hold back on the fries, eh (Y/N), you’re getting a bit bigger” Cameron laughed. The whole table went silent. Your body tensed up and the hand that was holding your fries dropped down. Your mind went blank. “Well yeah id hope so saying I’m eating for two” You snapped. Then a wash of realization hit you. You. Just. Told. Cameron. You watched his face morph into sudden shock and confusion. You slowly got up, your chair scraping the floor as you rushed out. Your body was crying into a pillow at home. Tears streaming down your face. He hated you. He was going to break up with you. Your door creaked open as a small knock announced that the presence of someone was there. “Go away” Your voice, muffled by your pillow and rough from crying, let out. A sigh was released and your bed creaked under the weight of a new presence. You felt a warm hand rubbed your shoulder in a relaxing manner. “Why didn’t you tell me” a voice broke the silence. A voice that belonged to Cameron. A new wave of tears streamed down your face and you let out anther sob. His hand didn’t leave your shoulder and you felt him lean over you. “Hey, hey shh it okays, baby, why are you crying?” You could hear his concern. “Your ‘hic’ going to ‘hic’ break up with me” You sobbed out, his hand suddenly left your shoulder but moved to your cheek. “Look at me” but you didn’t budge, you looked horrible and there was no way you could bear to look at Cameron in this state. “(Y/N), look at me” He tried again, he didn’t sound angry, he was calm and his voice was soothing. You slowly moved your face from you pillow to turn and look at him. “I love you” he breathed out, “and that won’t ever change, ever. Why would I ever break up with you? Don’t you think id be excited for my new son or daughter??” He questioned. “No” You admitted, the tears weren’t falling down your cheeks as hard. His thumb wiped under your eyes. Only love and concern filled his eyes. “I love you when your sad, when your mad, when you threaten to end things, when you complain about the distance, when you have no make-up on, I love you to then end of the world and back, and ill love you when you’re carrying my child” His eyes didn’t leave your own for even a second. You felt his lips met yours in a sweet kiss. His hand moved your hair out of your face and he looked at you with such compassion. “Promise?” you croaked out. “Promise” He kissed your temple and pulled your body into his. “Well get through this” Your body finally relaxed and your tears finally dried. His soothing scent calmed you down as you buried your face in his shoulder. He rubbed your arm and you both sat there in silence. In happiness.

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marytagus · 7 years

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Felicity Smoak - A path of my own

Note: a theory from @bringbackianto sent me on a strong sadness rampage about Olicity eventually not happening this Season 5. At the sametime I considered the way Felicity has been treated and the way she’s isolating herself and this is the result...

The TV streaming was covering the Star City Gazette Gala, the Mayor was attending and getting the full coverage, his elegant girlfriend by his side; smiling together, their happiness coming through her screen.

In her heart Felicity was happy for Oliver. He had been through so much he deserved to be happy. She, on the other hand, hadn’t felt this void, this useless since the day her father abandon her.

The empty bunker was just a constant in her life as of late, even when it was filled with people she felt invisible. Just the hand that pressed the keys on the keyboard, a job almost anyone could do.

Out of the bunker things weren’t any better, if they were anything they were worse. She had nothing to occupy herself, and her brain, outside the Team mission, a mission she was far from being indispensable for it to be accomplished.

Oliver was talking to the reporters with the self assurance that came out of confidence, of being happy. A happiness she had lost.

She saw Dig, Lyla and Thea on the background. Her friends... the thought brought tears to her eyes, their smiles were for Oliver and Susan. While she was here alone. After all these years she had accomplished nothing, no home just a house that wasn’t even her choice, friends who were firstly Oliver’s friends and family, a mission that was firstly Oliver’s mission.

The realization dawns on her like she had just woken up to a nightmare. A nightmare she decides to end in that very moment.

Looking around she picks up her bag and the Pandora files thumbdrive and walks out of the Lair.

The bunker is dark to Curtis surprise. Usually Felicity is the first one to arrive. Turning the system on, he starts the daily checks.

“Hi Curtis.”

Diggle walks directly to the training area.

“Is Dinah here yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Wanna get a few rounds in, Curtis?”

Needing the training Curtis agrees and soon him, Diggle and later on Dinah do some Krav maga.

Oliver arrives giving the training his full attention. Curtis still needs more practice but Dinah is getting pretty good.

“Want to join in, Oliver?”

Diggle teases.

“You are doing pretty well. Besides there’s a problem I need solving. Where’s Felicity?”

They all come to a full stop.

“She’s not here.”

Diggle states the obvious, in shock on not realizing it sooner.

“She wasn’t here when I came in.”

Oliver picks up his phone. It’s unusual of Felicity to be tardy.

The phone rings and finally he hears her voice, it takes him a moment to understand it's the message box.

“Felicity, where are you? Call me.”

The shock is in everyone’s faces.

“She didn’t pick up?”

Oliver nods affirmatively to Diggle’s question.

“She’s probably busy. She will get back to you.”

Dinah keeps calm but Oliver, Diggle and Curtis know Felicity, there’s no way she wouldn’t pick up Oliver’s call.

“Call her again.”

Dinah insists and being that no harm will be done Oliver hits redial.

He doesn’t bother leaving a message this time and hangs up as soon as he hears the first words of Felicity welcoming message.

“When did you see her last?”

Dinah is the only one thinking straight.

“I saw her yesterday evening. I left when you guys arrived the Gala, Felicity stayed.”

Curtis was the last person that saw Felicity. A quick phonecall to Thea confirms it. After that moment no one had any contact with her, not even Thea.

“We better go check if she’s not home.”

Oliver and Diggle drive to the loft.

“Oliver, could Prometheus had taken her?”

Oliver feels the blood freezing in his veins.

“Let’s see what we find at the loft. Maybe she’s there.”

Neither of them believes it. And as soon as they cross the apartment building entrance they are sure.

“Mr. Oliver.”

“Albert, how are you?”

“Give me just a minute.”

Oliver watches as Albert takes a key from his desk drawer.

“Ms Smoak asked me to give you these and send thanks to Ms Queen for lending her the loft.”

In a daze Oliver holds the familiar key chain.

“Where is Ms Smoak?”

“Don’t know Mr Queen. She took a small bag and left.”

Panic starts to set in.

“Let’s go, Oliver. Let’s check the loft.”

Inside the nightmare is too real. Everywhere Oliver looks he breaths Felicity, her presence is too overwhelming.

“Where are you?”

He voices under his breath but Diggle knows him too well.

“Will find her, Oliver. Will find her.”

Oliver walks to the table. The one that haunts his dreams even after a year. There lays an envelope. No name but he knows it’s for him, Felicity would write it for him, and only for him, as he would write for her.

“I’m glad you are happy, Oliver. I’m glad you are free and happy, Diggle. I’m glad I was able to help you both reaching that life, that happiness, the amount of which you deserve. You always did, Oliver, even if sometimes you didn’t believe it, I always did, for you.

It’s time for me to go find my own happiness, my own life. I lost my way, for a while, I need to find it, I need to get back on path, any path, but one I can live with.

Wish you all the happiness.

Felicity”

He has no strength, the ground just turned to mush under his feet. Felicity left. His Felicity left. To find her path. What path? She had a path. She was with him making the same path, together...

“Oliver?”

Turning the letter to Diggle Oliver avoids an answer he isn’t capable of voicing.

“She left?”

Oliver has no words. Every movement hurts.

“We knew she wasn’t herself but... this?”

“She left. John.”

The truth in the words makes every fiber of his body tremble in pain.

“We will find her, Oliver.”

Diggle pulls his phone and call Felicity. Her ringtone echoes the loft. Felicity’s phone rests on the sofa. The screen identifies 7 missed calls and 3 messages. Missed calls from Donna, Oliver (2), Thea (2), Curtis, and John, messages from Donna, asking to call her back, information of a new message on the message box (Oliver’s message) and from Alena (I will be waiting for you.).

“Who’s Alena?”

“Have no idea, Oliver.”

The awareness of how little they know about Felicity’s life sends guilt into the mix of pain.

“Think Curtis will know?”

Back at the bunker they soon find Curtis isn’t aware of the name either. A quick check on the number, however useful, doesn’t result in an identification.

“Oh My God.”

“What? What did you found, Curtis?”

Oliver is restless, pacing, making Curtis nervous.

“It’s Helix.”

“Who’s Helix?”

“A hard core hacktivist group. I know about them because they tried to recruit... a friend of mine, once. They are high end hackers, borderline criminals.”

And suddenly the thumb drive makes sense. Suddenly nothing at all makes sense. How come they didn’t notice something was this wrong?

“Can you track them?”

“I can try but it’s too dangerous. Besides they are everywhere.”

From the looks of it they have even been inside the bunker.

“And Felicity? Can you track her?”

“I can try. But she’s good.”

“So are we.”

Oliver calls Diggle giving him an update. Lyla can help with the tracking.

“Oliver, if Felicity is involved with Helix she’s facing serious jail time.”

“We have to find her Diggle. Before she does get more involved with them.”

“Lyla will get ARGUS in this. It’s Felicity.”

The next call is to Donna. It’s not an easy call, Donna doesn’t know anything about Felicity, she thought she was fine, has no idea anything is wrong or why would she leave.

“Don’t worry, Donna, we will find her.”

“If she doesn’t want to be found she won’t be, Oliver, she’s her father’s daughter.”

Oliver didn’t believe that, he couldn’t believe that, if he did he would crumble.

“There’s no record of a Felicity Smoak buying any kind of ticket out of Star City.”

“Check the rent-a-car’s and Palmer Tech. She may have used some mean of transportation of theirs.”

He couldn’t think it was useless, if he did he would be lost, Felicity was his light, his North. He needed her, he could live without having her at his side.

The area was once called The Glades, now it was filled with flashy apartment buildings side by side with decadent warehouses. The park was empty but for two women.

“What’s your plan?”

“Make a living, Alena.”

“We can help with that. Need a place to stay? A new id?”

“No. Nothing like that. I need work. I need to get back to my own path.”

“There’s some freelance jobs we can send your way.”

Felicity takes a card and writes down a phone number.

“My new phone number.”

“I’ll be in touch.”

Felicity watches as Alena leaves the park to take the opposite direction. Inside her pocket her new ID, Meghan Cuttler, in front of her one of the decadent warehouses, but this one was once a place she called home. She doesn’t touch the door with the “Verdant” sign already faded, instead she goes around to the back alley and uses the hidden door there.

The system is still pretty much operational and it’s a home base better than anything she could build from scratch.

In the end, by request of the fandom I wrote Part II and Part III if you care to read further you can click the links.

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