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DR.STRANGE: & The Windows Of Realms Issue#3

Lord Laughs walks across the existence of the reality zooming in through several stars until he stops. Lord Laughs touched the blank space as a vortex opens to Wakanda. Lord Laughs then transforms into 19 year old Sam as he walks through the portal and enter Shuri’s lab. Sam looks around as he yawns.

“Where am I again? Looks like Master Dathrow sent me here.”

Shuri was wearing what appeared to be her Black Panther suit, but open closer inspection, it was just some pajamas, though it did look realistic enough. The socks even had yellow paw pads on the bottom. The girl jumped back, scrambling her hands around to support herself on the table.

‘How did you get in here?!’

Sam looks at Shuri. “Hey do you know where I am?, I’m looking for the Sarcor system apparently I have a job there.”

He walks up to Shuri. “Whoa what are you wearing?”

‘Hey, hey back up!’ Shuri stood herself back up, taking a few cautious steps back from the surprisingly calm man.

‘What I’m wearing is none of your business! What’s your ‘job’ here?’

Sam:”Uh I’m not sure, is this one of the many earths in space? I mean the last Earth I’ve been too didn’t look this futury, I mean it had a lot of trees though and a giant eye in the sky for some reason.”

Sam walks up to Shuri. “I’ll admit I’m a bit lost, my Master God Dathrow was sending me to a random planet in the sarcor system, can you point me in the right direction?”

Shuri knew that the boy in front of her, if he was telling the truth, was from somewhere other then Earth and seemed rather innocent, but still decided to proceed with cautious. ‘Look, I’m gonna tell you what you need to know, as long as you tel me what your doing here, okay?’ She offered. ‘You’re on Earth, you’re just in Wakanda and my name is Shuri.’

Sam:”Uhhhh wait a minute this is Wakanda? Like in those comic books on Earth-Y? This looks nothing like Wakanda? And you look nothing like Shuri at all!”

Sam walks around, “so this is an Earth where Wakanda actually exists? That must mean Stark Industries possibly exist here.”

You don’t seem to be from around here, are you?’ The girl narrowed her eyes at the boy, following his steps with a small amount of caution.

‘I can assure you, I know who I am, now why are you here?’ She asked, placing a hand on her hip.

Sam rubbed his head in confusion. “Wait this must be the planet I was sent too? So now I just have to look for the target.” Sam begins to walk away from Shuri to the other end of the lab. He gets into a meditative position as a strange aura emits from his body. His eyes began to glow red. He looks over at Shuri. There’s a lot of ticklish Sensitivity coming from her Sam thinks to himself. He then stands up. “Wait I think your the target”,Sam says pointing at Shuri.

‘What do you mean a target? A target for what?’ She asked impatiently, following him to the other side of the lab. This boy was confusing at least, supernatural at most at this point. And overall, potentially dangerous. ‘M-me?’ She asks, taking a step back. ‘You better stay away from me then!’

Sam:”sorry have to test something out first.” Sam teleports infront of Shuri and grabs her left hand. He then scratches and wiggles his fingers on her palm tickling it.

Shuri let out a small squeak at the sudden touch, before quickly batting away his hands, leaning onto her heels as she prepared to run. ‘H-hey, what do you think you’re doing?’

Sam then steps back. “Ok so you are the target…”,Sammy grins as his eyes glow red again. He then feels fear as his facial expression changed to pain and sadness and he starts to transform into a hovering dark figure with a dark smile.

Lord Laughs:”Now that I’m in control and that useless brat is out of the picture my transformation is now complete.”

He holds out his hand rising Shuri in the air.

Lord Laughs:”Your the tickle target girl…”

Shuri took in a sharp exhale of breath. This boy definitely have some issues with him, but she was more worried about herself at the moment. She kicked around in the air, wiggling her body about to the best of her ability. She would’ve reached down for one of the weapons on the desk, but they were already out of reach. ‘T-tickle target?’ She squeaked out in fear.

Lord Laughs grins. His claws scribble, scratch and tickle across Shuri’s abdomen. He tickles up and down her stomach and lightly pokes her belly button through her Wakandan clothes.

‘I dahahahaan’t knahahahaahAHAHAHAw whahahaaht your gahahahahahahme is, buhahaahahahahahahaht geheheheheeht ahahahahahaff!’ Shuri ordered loudly, kicking her legs back and forth as she flailed her body around, hiding her head between her forearm as laughter poured out.

Lord Laughs:”You think your orders work on me…here I am the one in control…now let’s find more weakspots…”

Lord Laughs begins to tickle Shuri’s armpits & Soles as well.

While her armpits weren’t as sensitive, even throw her socks, she was squirming around and laughing a lot louder from the tickling against her soles. ‘Stahahahahahaahhap nhaahahahahahaw!’

A dark ooze surrounded the entire area of The Lab as Shuri watches in horror…

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[BCU]DR.STRANGE: & The Windows Of Realms Issue#3: THE ATTACK ON THE SORCERERS, THE SORCERY WARS , & THE WAR OF SORCERY (Part 1: Doctor Strange & The Curse Of Agamotto: Chapter 1: The Warning Of Fate!)

EXT. DESSERT—DAY

We get a close-up of hands messing with a piece of technology.

BOY

Come on damn it! Come on!

A mound Serge of energy starts to glow from the tech the boy just put together.

He then points it at the sky. The Sky starts to create a wind storm as a vortex is immediately activated by the beacon interdimensional flare gun the Boy fires into the sky.

BOY

Here we go!

A greenish-orange vortex opens from the sky and slowly sucks The Boy within it.

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EXT.NEW YORK — DAY

We get a grand view of New York City before we cut to The Sanctum Sanctorum.

CUT TO:

INT.SANCTUM SANCTORUM — NEW YORK — DAY

Dr.Strange stares out the giant oval-shaped window of The Sanctum Sanctorum. A ball of yellow energy emits from one of his hands.

DR.STRANGE

Illumination.

The light from the ball spreads around the Sanctorum leaving behind thousands of glowing golden dots all around Dr.Strange. He stares at all of them as the glowing dots start to turn dark red.

DR.STRANGE

Wait a minute. This is…bad.

Doctor Strange opens a portal and walks through it.

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INT.ILLUMINATI HQ — OUTSIDE SPACE-TIME

A Golden yellowish vortex opens as Dr.Strange leaps out yelling as he closes the portal.

DR.STRANGE

What the hell is going on?!

An employee waves at him. She approaches him with a bright artificial smile.

EMPLOYEE

Sorry Doctor Strange, we set up a

The barrier between this realm and many others.

DR.STRANGE

I can see that…

EMPLOYEE

Good morning Dr.Strange. Would you like some coffee?

DR.STRANGE

Sharon, why are universes collapsing all over the near Multiverse? Where are all these anomalies even coming from?

SHARON

You don’t know? I’m surprised that you of all people are having a hard time with this.

DR.STRANGE

Every time I try to find a clear point in the fabric of reality I keep coming up blank. Something is blinding my magic from detecting the source behind this madness.

SHARON

Someone has been altering universes. Their presence is causing a chaotic disturbance in the near multiverse.

DR.STRANGE

Since I can’t pick up a reading of the source. How do we stop the effects on those universes from spreading?

SHARON

The rest of The Head Council says the universes will have to wait until we find the culprit.

DR.STRANGE

Those Universes affected should be our main priority at the moment.

SHARON

Not when we still have yet to neutralize the threat.

DR.STRANGE

Those worlds are under our protection!

SHARON

They are not the objective anymore Dr.Strange. Our Universe is. Besides The Head Council is currently expecting you. You don’t want to be late after all.

Dr.Strange stares at Sharon with a look of disbelief.

SHARON

Would you still like That Coffee?

He floats towards the main office of The Illuminati. Ultron bots follow him. Sharon smiles as he flies away.

SHARON

Have a nice day now.

Sharon creepily stares as Dr.Strange continues to float away.

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EXT.HELL’S KITCHEN — NEW YORK—DAY

A small electric-looking blue vortex rips through the air as The Boy steps out. He noticed he was in the corner of an alley.

BOY

Where am I?

The Boy walks out of the alley. He sees Hell’s Kitchen. The Boy hears the honk of a car and sees one driving by him. A guy across the street gets splashed with water from a puddle the car drove over.

GUY

Oh, come on!

The Boy looks up at the buildings and the sky.

BOY

Wait, this place looks so primitive. Is this even earth? It’s like I’ve gone back in time.

The Boy walks around the city. He looks around at the setting around him. He then takes out a futuristic blue glowing short blade and attaches it to a futuristic looking gun. He then aims it at the sky.

He pulls the trigger firing it but the red energy releasing from it shuts down his weapon/device.

BOY

Damn it!

He starts hitting the weapon/device.

BOY

Stupid piece of crap.

He shoves it away in his belt.

Boy:”I better get out of here before it’s too late…”

He sprinted off.

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INT.THE COUNCIL OF THE ILLUMINATI — ILLUMINATI HQ — OUTSIDE SPACE TIME

Dr.Strange continues to argue with The Council.

DR.STRANGE

“So we’re just going to sit here and not look into the constant errors in reality?”

IRON MAN

“Listen Doc, we’ve been preparing for this. Ultron has picked up on an energy source heading this way from the unknown.

We have to figure out where that’s coming from, we can’t be certain what to do.”

REED/MR.FANTASTIC

I’m afraid Tony’s right Stephen. Until I can pinpoint where this force of nature is and find out what it is I don’t think it be wise for us to jump into the Frey.

DR.STRANGE

“Come on. You’re all looking at this as Scientists. I get your going off of statistics and continuity but the mystic realm is my own and since it is on my side I believe I should look into this from a spiritual lens beyond those limitations.”

PROFESSOR XAVIER

Trust us Stephen, we’ll figure this out. While useful your magic is out of scope and unstable since The Baron Mordo incident, If we pick up on anything serious we’ll inform you.

Dr.Strange leaves the council annoyed.

A Few Days Later…

A Huge Rift opens up in space above the earth. We cut to The Sanctom Sanctorum as Dr.Strange senses The Prescience while meditating in the air through levitation and immediately falls over.

He opens a portal and enters it. He walks up to see Dr.Fate look through a golden book at his library. Dr.Fate looks over at Stephen. “ I take it you sensed it too Strange”,says Fate as he turns back to his book.

Dr.Strange looks panicked as he utters the words,”He’s here!”…

Dr.Strange instantly wakes up from his sleep. He starts to get up. “Another Multiversal dream in my sleep of events from other universes”,he writes down in an old brownish book with dust. The words glow.

He closes the book.

….

Dr.Strange walks over throw the dark halls of The Sanctum. Wong approaches him. Wong:”I sense you had more visions from parallel worlds?” Dr.Strange makes a cup of tea appear in his hand before making a sip.

“Yes, Wong by any chance has The Ancient One ever mentioned a person known as Dr.Fate?”,Dr.Strange asks.

“Dr.Fate? He was one of the most powerful sorcerers in The Multiverse”,says Wong walking away.

“How come I haven’t heard of him?”, Dr.Strange asks.

“The Ancient One, had destroyed all records of Dr.Fate, and forbid anyone else who knew him in

The Sanctum from ever mentioning his existence again,”Wong stated plainly.

“Why would he?…”,Dr.Strange stops for a second.

Wong:”Dr.Fate almost destroyed our world, not even The Ancient One could defeat him , Strange. His sorcery was beyond our capabilities. It didn’t take much for him to even cast spells, he was like a God.

The Ancient One’s only chance to defeat him was from The Aid of Two Powerful Gods, The Presence & The One Above All. They were God Kings Of The Omniverse. With their help The Ancient One was able to seal Dr.Fate away far off in the negative realm. After that many other Dr.Fates from other Universes, Dimensions & other plains of existence tried to approach ours to settle peace for the harmful actions of a bad Doppelgänger Variant but The Ancient One wouldn’t have it & with The Agreement of The Lord Council, No Dr.Fate was allowed to come here on Earth for Humanity’s Devine protection.”

Wong begins to walk away. “Wait I don’t understand was he an enemy? How did this even happen?”,Dr.Strange asks confused.

Wong turns back to Dr.Strange. “Dr.Fate was

The GrandMaster Of Sorcery for The Ancient One.

Out of all his mystical teachers in his village, Dr.Fate was his first. He taught The Ancient One & his close friend Kaluu nearly everything they knew and in return one of them was meant to take the place of his current vessel merging with Dr.Fate to keep The Universe and further protection of The Multiverse and the natural balance of the cosmos.”

Dr.Strange:”Vessel?”

Wong:”The Ancient One was chosen much to the envy of Kaluu, but refused upon realizing he’d loose most of his life in servitude, and wanted freedom.

Kaluu in a desperate attempt at great powers beyond human limitations gave himself up to Dr.Fate. The Ancient One witnessed the corruption of Dr.Fate due to him merging with Kaluu. Kaluu was already corrupted when he made a deal with Mephisto,

The Devil Of Our Universe. Dr.Fate was aware of the situation and through a spiritual link worked with The Ancient One in secret to defeat Kaluu & Mephisto from within. After that Dr.Fate & Kaluu were defused from each other to prevent utter destruction. Kaluu was sealed away in The Negative Realm and The Ancient One placed Dr.Fate away in an ancient Egyptian temple. One day a boy and his father found The Temple. The father was killed by The Temple’s security. The boy’s name was Kent Nelson. Overhearing The alarm of The Mystical Security system in The Temple go off and The cries of The boy. The Ancient One arrived. He took The Boy in and raised him under the ways of the mystic arts. Kent Nelson was very much gifted in the mystic arts like yourself adapting to the knowledge of the spells at an impressive time span, Dr.Fate then believed the boy was destined to be his new vessel. The Ancient One was against it but the decision was entirely up to Kent, who was curious which lead to greed like Kaluu, soon he accepted the opportunity and was aged up to be Fate’s new vessel, much to The Ancient One’s sadness.”

Dr.Strange:”Wait so Kent Nelson merged with Dr.Fate becoming his new vessel?”

Wong:”Yes very much indeed but Kent was corrupted by The Lords Of Order & Chaos , other Gods in our universe that control cosmic events through the balance of Order & Chaos. They used Kent & Dr.Fate for their own desires, which would’ve undone The natural state of our world for the change the fate of another, The Ancient One had to put a stop to it or we would all be dead. Dr.Fate was sealed away because he’s very dangerous. I hope this lesson can be a warning to you Strange.”

Wong then continues walking away. Dr.Strange then looks down at his watch on his wrist…

The Day passed as Dr.Strange was sleeping once again but something wasn’t right. He was having another mystical vision of within the multiverse…

…..

DREAM SEQUENCE:

Wong:”He’s not really a man, he is an elemental servant of Lord Laughs & The Gods Of Darkness. He can take the form of mortals like us and enter many realms like ours, I’m beginning to believe he used the powers from the Gods of darkness to enter our reality without our clear knowledge.”

Dr.Strange:”Dr.Fate & I sensed him Wong, his power is too great for any magical system blockade.”

Dr.Fate:”I must contact The Gods Of Order for any kind of protection for our reality.”

Deadman:”Are you sure that’ll be enough at this point!”

……………….

Dr.Strange shifts over in his bed disturbed.

……………….

Jan immediately falls over.

JAN

“Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!! Damn you!!!HAhAANnOOnNoO!!HoahaoahaAOAHoAaohaSsTToOpPIiITT!!”

She starts rolling around on the ground as she grabs her stomach.

……………….

Dr.Strange shifts over in his bed on the other side disturbed.

……………….

Zatanna:”What is this feeling…”

Zatanna grabs her stomach and then her armpits before grabbing her feet sending herself on the ground…

ZATANNA

Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OohOoHohoHAOAHaoooHAOHOAohoSShhIiTTHoOhooohnNOoNNnOOoO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

……………….

Dr.Strange shifts over in his bed back on the other side disturbed. His eyes begin to slowly open as they glow red but he’s still asleep…

……………….

Constantine chants an ancient language while meditating.

CM (Shazam) starts being taken over by this red aura he then instantly turns back into a kid and falls over on the floor.

Billy:”Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OohOoHohoHAOAHaoooHAOHOAohoSShhIiTTHoOhooohnNOoNNnOOoO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

………………

DR.FATE

The Gates Of Death have opened Dr.Strange…your destiny begins now!…

……………

The Planet Earth 🌎 in outer space grows a big eyes and mouth, as it starts laughing 😂 … “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Before 💥 it explodes…

………………

Dr.Strange falls out of his bed waking up instantly.

He then storms out of his room and further down the halls of The Sanctum. “Dr.Strange your up?”,says Sharon confused. “Yes this is important. I need you to wake up Wong!”,says Dr.Strange.

Sharon:”What’s going on?”

Dr.Strange:”We have to unseal Dr.Fate…”

Sharon:”What?! But you told me how dangerous he is! We have to trust Wong, we can’t release Dr.Fate?!”

Dr.Strange:”it’s the only way we can close this rift that’s heading straight for our reality!”

Dr.Strange opens a portal and immediately leaps through it. Sharon watches in horror.

“STEPHEN!!!”,she cries in fear.

Dr.Strange enters The Negative Realm as The Portal closes in front of Sharon…

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Stark Industries Malibu California:

Tony sits back in his seat looking at a holographic screen. “Jarvis I need know why my signal has gone off multiple times today?”

Jarvis:”Sir you have received many calls from Ms Potts.”

Tony:”I’d love to answer that but there appears to be a crisis in nearly every state right now.”

Tony looks at his tv with the news on as it reports an explosion 💥 going off on the Baxter Building in New York City. “That does not look too good”,Tony says.

Tony:”Jarvis, any updates on The Avengers Mansion right now?”

Jarvis:”there have been no signs of danger at The Avengers Mansion. The security has been activated by the command Dr.Hank Pym.”

Tony gets up from his seat. “Something tells me I’m in for it Jarvis. Ok how about The Tower?”

Jarvis:”The Avengers Tower is not under attack as well. Steve Rogers & James Rhodes continue to train the troops of Avengers Academy there.”

Tony:”huh Well that’s a relief.” Tony sees a constant beeping sound go off on his alarm system. “Great what now.”

Jarvis:”Sir it appears there are missiles heading our way.” Tony’s eyes widen! “Operate Stark Shield Protocol!”

A blue light shield covers the stark Malibu mansion as the missiles hit it instantly!!! 💥 💥 💥

Tony falls over to the ground. “Jarvis activate my armor!”

Jarvis:”With pleasure sir!”

All of Tony’s Iron Man armor suits light up as they file off their handles and on Tony’s body.

Iron Man:”Alright I just need figure out who is attacking me.”

A vortex opens within the mansion, as a girl appears from it. Sarai:”Hey Tony Stark! You’re under attack and my master, your colleague Dr.Strange sent me here to bring you with me and return to the sanctum!”

Iron Man:”What The…!!!

💥 💥 💥

Iron Man & Sarai fall over to the ground from the explosions. Jarvis:”Sir the mansion’s Shield cannot hold forever. Sarai:”Listen Tony you have to trust me! Come with me through the portal!” Iron Man:”What the hell, Strange is sending kids now!” Sarai grimaces. Sarai:”excuse me?!”

Iron Man:”Wow leave it to Strange to screw things up this bad. I bet he’s responsible for whoever’s attacking my house!”

Sarai:”Now you listen here Stark! Don’t you dare insult The Doctor, he’s the reason why I’m here to save your Iron Ass!”

Iron Man:”Oh really well where the hell is Strange?! Huh?! It share took him too fucking long to warn me of this!”

Sarai:”All you need to know is he’s busy! And if it were up to me stark based on your attitude I’d leave you here to rot myself if it wasn’t for The Doc’s direct orders!”

Iron Man:”Well ain’t that a shame.”

Jarvis:”Sir my systems are giving out. I’m sorry sir I failed you…”

Iron Man:”Jarvis transfer yourself to Avengers Tower, once I’m at The Sanctum I’ll be on my way buddy.”

Jarvis:”Right away sir!”

Iron Man looks at Sarai. “Alright let’s go!”

Sarai annoyed leads Tony back to the portal.

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A huge explosion blast through the mansion as the shields finally give out. Sarai:”I’m already regretting this!” The portal starts to shrink. Sarai glances at this. Sarai:”No!!! Iron man picks up Sarai and jumps

through the portal. Iron Man & Sarai:”ahhhh!!!!!!”

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THE HALL OF JUSTICE:

Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Flash, Green Arrow, Martain Manhunter, Aquaman, Hawkman, & Hawkgirl all sit at the round table of the hall of justice!!!

Superman:”Justice League, Batman, Wonder Woman & I have called you all over to discuss a strange phenomenon that keeps appearing in space time.”

Green Arrow:”Again with this space time crock, come on guys things have been relatively peaceful since Supes took down Darkseid.”

Flash:”Remember Ollie when I time traveled and almost screwed up the timeline.”

Green Arrow:”How am I supposed to remember all of that if you fixed everything?”

Green Lantern:”Still a denier huh?”

Green Arrow:”Hey I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Batman:”This is serious. Dr.Fate & The Justice Society from Earth-2 🌍 warned us that taking down That New God could have dire consequences throughout The Multiverse.”

Superman:”It had to be done.”

Wonder Woman:”but at what cost?”

Superman:”He was going to destroy our world.”

💥 💥 💥

A powerful vortex appears out of nowhere!!! And Iron Man & Sarai fall onto the grounds of the hall of justice.

The Justice League alerted approach, the injured bodies. Batman:”Iron Man?!”

Superman:”How did this happen?!”

Both of them rush over to Iron man with the other members behind them.

Flash looks over at Sarai. “Who’s the kid?”

Green Lantern:”That’s odd Iron man’s armor looks different.”

Flash:”They came through a portal. Could they be doppelgängers?”

Hawkman:”This could be related to The Justice Society’s warning.”

Hawkgirl:”Something’s very odd about all this.”

Wonder Woman picks up Sarai. “I’ll take her to Themyscira.”

Batman looks at the damage the portal did to the hall.

Batman:”We need answers.”

Superman:”Way ahead of you, I’ll read their minds while they’re unconscious and we’ll figure this whole thing out.”

Meanwhile back in The Marvel Universe…

EXT. NEW YORK CITY — DAY

A vortex opens up where he once was as Wong & America Chavez step out of it.

Wong:”A force outside our Universe has appeared here.”

America stepped out and looked around frantically)

“So, what are we looking for, Wong?”

Wong:”The entity known as Nightmare attacked Strange last night and set off the barrier we use to protect our world from the threats across The Multiverse. We’re looking for any kind of magic energy we can to pick up Nightmare’s location. Capturing Nightmare is the only way we can get Strange back here. He went through a forbidden realm that incantations, spells and sling rings cannot take us. You’re powers are too unstable to get us there so we need to catch Nightmare.”

“Got it!” America said, looking around.

“And what does this magic energy look like?” She asked

Wong:”it has a tinge of yellow to it.”

Wong’s hands move around as light bits of energy appear on his finger tips.

Wong:”LAEVER!!!” (reveal)

String of light yellow energy are found all across New York City surprising the public across the city. They all look at the yellow strings of energy in complete shock.

Random Male New Yorker:”What the hell is that?!”

Random Female New Yorker:”It’s one of those mutant powers…I just know it! There’s a mutant freak here!”

Crowds of Panicked New Yorkers run away from the strings of light.

Wong looks at America.

Wong:”my spell wasn’t powerful enough to hide the visual of this energy from the public. This is how powerful Nightmare is. A surge of power that is almost Godly. A demon of eternal darkness beyond the limits of our Human design.”

America look terrified.

“Alrighty then, let’s go stop him!”

A strange amount of red visible magic energy surrounds America. Wong looks at her shocked. Magic hands appear from that energy as they tickle America’s armpits and stomach.

Americas eyes widen in horror.

“Wohohohohohong! Whahahahats going ohohohon?” She laughs…

Wong tries to grab America but the same energy blasts him to to ground.

Wong:”whathahahahahisthisahahaha!”

A being appears from the shadows in front of both America & Wong.

Lord Laughs:”Hello there Friends.”

The tickling hands are relentless against America’s bare tummy and armpits.

“HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA whahahahahat do you wahahahahahahant?” America laughed

The Being was covered by pure light.

The Being:”Forget about Nightmare , Sorcerers you’re dealing with me now…”

Wong pulled a golden sword out from his robes and charged at The Being, but The Being opened a portal that Wong fell through. Wong:”ahhhh!” The portal closes.

The Being:”Oh well guess that just leaves me with one.”

The Being uses his magic to extend the tickling deep within America’s Belly & Armpits to ribs and back.

The Being:”You’re now under my control! Laugh!”

“ WAHAHAHAHA nahahahaha- no pleeheeheeheease! Stahahahahap! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” America laughed, desperately squirming, and trying to get away from the tickling.

The Being:”Look human, to me your nothing but your tickle energy is pretty high and the Gods of Laughter will use your ticklishness as nutrients.”

America continued to laugh hysterically, squirming as much as she could in his grasp.

The Being:”Don’t worry this will be quick and painless.”

The Being starts to use his magic energy to tickle America’s soles through her shoes.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEt!” America begged.

The Being grins. “It’s been a real pleas getting acquainted with your fresh laughter. You may call me Lord Laughs.”

Lord Laughs grins wider as his magic energy pokes America’s shows off her feet as they continue to spread around her socked feet, poking holes within at her soles, arches , toes & heels. The energy starts to claw and wiggle across her feet.

A crowd surrounds America and Lord Laughs stunned at the sight.

“EEHEEHEEHEEHEE NOHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE!” America squealed, as her socks, her only form of defense, were shredded, leaving her sensitive feet bare and vulnerable.

Lord Laughs grins. “You’re my prey now….” His tickle energy spreads all across America Chavez, tickling her ass, & armpits along with her ribs.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE I’m too- AHAHAHAHAHAHA TIGIHIHIHIHIHICKLISH!l” America howled with hysterical laughter, her whole body engulfed in a tickling inferno. Lord Laughs:”You’re mine now!”

Lord Laughs tickles across America’s Breast with his energy magic. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!” America howled with laughter.

The Boy rushes up to the scene spotting America Chavez being tickled beyond all belief by Lord Laughs. “What the hell she’s in danger, whoever she is?”,he says in complete shock. His mind blows up with an idea. “Maybe I can free her?, but it could caused me…” The Boys says looking at the cursed mark on his arm. “Well it’s worth a shot!”,he yells gripping his sleeve. The boy starts yelling as purple energy surges around him. Lightning strikes the ground, as chucks of the earth begin to lift up into the air. Lord Laughs turns his head towards the boy charging up his energy. The boy holds up his hand and aims it at Lord Laughs. The Boy:”Take this pal! Dark Cyclone!!!!”

A mist of dark rays hit Lord Laughs multiple times sending him tumbling into a nearby building. The tickle energy around America disappears. The Boy slumps over in pain. He breaths slowly while looking up at the sky.

America falls to the ground in a heap and looks up at the boy. “Thank you for saving me!” She says, completely out of breath. The boy grins as he stretches. “Don’t mention it.” He then looks around at the area as people are taking pictures of both of them. America:”Damn it! The People! Hold on!”

America grabs out her sling ring and opens a portal.

She then looks back at The Boy desperately. “Come on!”,she yells at him. The Boy:”I think I’ll stay here where the people appreciate me for my great efforts.” The Boy turns to the people as they take more pictures of him as he poses but annoyed America grabs his arm pulling through.

The Boy:”wait ahhh!!!” The Portal closes.

The Boy looks around at the temple they’re in with complete shock. “This is so COOL!!!”,The Boy says excited. The Boy:”what is this bad ass liking temple we’re in? I wonder can I find Mister Myagi here or something…”

“That’s Enough!!!”,America yells annoyed. The Boy looks back at America with a glare on his face.

America:”We need to get Dr.Strange & Wong before that thing comes back!”

The Boy backs up by two steps.

“Hey what’s with all this we stuff”,The Boy said nervously aggressive.

America:”Yes we I need your help, besides you shouldn’t be worried about this, being a hero is natural for you otherwise you wouldn’t have saved me just now, right?”

The Boy:”Rescued Princess not saved, get it right and I only you because you’re kinda cute, I’m not apart of whatever demon quest you got yourself involved in,”The Boy said shaking his head.

America:”Oh really…”

America opens a portal to a hellish realm of lava and fire. The Boy looks at the portal in fear. “Wait a minute what are you doing?!”

America:”Tfil luos ot lleh!!!” (Lift Soul To Hell)

A blue aura surrounds The Boy as he slowly starts rise in the air towards the portal. “Ok! Ok! I’ll help I’ll help! Just please stop with the damnation!”

America closes the portal with her sling ring and he falls face first on the ground. The Boy gets up immediately dusting himself off in annoyance.

America:”By the way what is your name?”

The Boy:”Matt…my name is Matt.”

19 year old Matt Anderson, senior

high school graduate tickle fanatic

who obsesses over ticking anything

that breathes. Known as a freak for

his obsession with tickling even

objects, he oftern has a small circle of

friends that he lives off of while he

focuses on his tickling obsession

rather then his responsibilities in life.

He knows some karate from

growing up with arate school, he

often uses it to dominate people he

wants to tickle.

He got disqualified from many

tournaments asa kid due to his

tickling obsession. He's now on a

tickle hunt, trying to meeting any

friend or anyone that is potentially

really ticklish so he can test his tickling

skills.

TICKLISH LEVELS: 4/10

Armpits: 5

Stomach: 8

Feet: 9

Neck: 4

Ears: 2

Elbows: 3

Noes: 5

Elbows: 3

Chest: 5

Most Ticklish Spot: Feet

Character: America Chavez

Foot size: 7

Overall ticklishness: 89/10

Armpits: 56

Ribs: 32

Sides: 36

Hips: 62

Tummy: 58

Belly button: 79

Back: 83

Butt: 74

Feet overall: 95/10

Tops of feet: 75

Soles: 100

Heels: 150

Arches: 93

Balls of feet: 100

Toes: 83

Death spot: Breast (23,000) , Neck (30,000) ,

Deep Armpits (1,000) , Deep Belly Button (82,0000)

Other tickling specifics/facts: Tickling Deep inside America’s Armpits , Breasts, Neck & Belly Button drive her nuts to the point where she starts activating portals from her powers instantly. Tools aren’t as effective on America as physical fingers.

SHURI’S TICKLISH LEVELS: 1,000/12

Neck-734

Armpits-587

Ribs-698

Palms-450

Belly-899

Sides-747

Hips-946

Thighs-100

Feet- 782

Breasts- 854

Butt-998

Most Ticklish Spot: Butt

Shuri’s sensitivity is a secret she has kept to herself and will fight to keep to herself no matter what…

Lord Laughs (Sam)

Lord Laughs is an interdimensional servant of The Guild Of Tickle Gods within The Multiverse. He travels through endless worlds to find the most ticklish mortals and tickle them enough to balance out the natural energy of existence for sustenance for The Tickle Gods appetite. When Lord Laughs tickles extremely ticklish mortals or beings he’s helping feed the tickle gods in the multiverse that created and helping keep existence well balanced. If those gods are fed things can turn chaotic. Sam is the human form of Lord Laughs that was a biproduct of Lord Laugh’s creation. He’s like Bruce Banner where he’s not always aware of what’s going on but can be insanity triggered to turn into Lord Laughs when reading the sensitivity levels off other life forms anywhere in the multiverse. He’s more of a friendly lost soul that came from nothing and is nothing in reality outside of serving a purpose to the tickle lords that created him. He is ticklish. All the tickling he does leads to tickle energy reflecting on him making him ticklish as well and he hates it because if his hunted prey find out he’s ticklish too they could turn the tables on him and he has a hard time doing his job if things go that way. Lord Laughs may retreat if that happens too much because he likes to get easy prey.

All Tickle Spots: ♾ Reflected on The Tickle Levels Of The Prey

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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9 Anti LO Asks

1. What I don't get is ... isn't the ending of LO, is RS is actual accurate, won't that still be bittersweet at best? Because unless she changes the ending completely (and if she does, it firmly proves she doesn't care about the mythology, so I doubt she'd change it) then HxP is still seperated for half the year, Hades is still alone for half his time, and Persephone is stuck with her abusive mom, so they still lose in a way, don't they? How is she going to spin that?

2. Ok so, the much less popular Hooky got on the NYT bestseller list with no promotion from Webtoons, meanwhile LO had them promoting them over all social media for months, had a ton of preorder exclusives, a B&N collectors edition, & a week of promoting it on their website/app and it still didn't get on the NYT list. Even I have to admit that must sting a little. I think they were banking on NYT bestseller tagline and it backfired. And we know sales tail off with sequels ... whoops?

3. For the person wondering in the that old tumblr ask post, yes Apollo in the Canvas/Discover version of LO was Persephone's kinda sucky boyfriend and it played more into a old school "girl leaves crappy bf for a better guy" trope, and there was no SA involved. TBH this version is so much better for so many reasons but especially because it actually let Persephone have a choice and even let her have sex and date other men before Hades. Current LO is such a major downgrade in comparison.

4. there's more random furry creatures in LO than actual creatures from greek mythology. like seriously rachel.

5. I think a big part of the silly "anti"/"pro" binary is that us "antis" just want a healthy discussion and we have other things to do and worry about, meanwhile the "pro" people have made something LO a legit part of who they are and seem to determine their own worth upon it, meaning they think they have to defend it and hype it up as this great thing, because if not that'll look bad on them. I've seen this so many times before in other fandoms and it's sad to see it happening again.

6. Am I the only one who hopes Rachel takes a break? Not because I'm sick of LO, but because I'm seeing so many Webtoons creators burning out and even quitting their comics because the workload is just too much. I realize it might be different in her case, but I think it's pretty obvious there's burnout both in her art and writing that a several months (maybe even a year off) break would be so beneficial to her and her team. As much as we critique her, we don't want her to harm herself either.

From OP: I agree. I feel like a mid season break would be beneficial for her but then again, I don’t know RS personally.

7. It's always so obvious when LO stumbles because Webtoons makes sure to never mention it. They hype it up when it gets award noms, but never mentions when LO loses and yet never mention when other Webtoons do win (side-eying that HARD). Now they hyped up for months it would break book sales, and yet they're now refusing to acknowledge it's actually underperforming and didn't hit the big lists like NYT (which other printed Webtoons have hit). It's kinda embarrassing, tbh.

8. lo hades was already ugly as hell but somehow hes only gotten uglier during this trial. maybe its him snarling like a dog and his piss poor attitude but he's legit giving off the exact opposite of "sexy and romantic uwu emo boy" vibes.

9. not me going to my uni's bookstore today and already seeing the lo book was marked down %25 😭

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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Best of Friends 7

Peter Parker X reader, Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Jason and his family finally go back to Gotham, but will Peters and Y/n's relationship recover or become worse?

It's been a week since the Waynes have left New York. Ever since then you have been lonely.

You got used to being followed everywhere by Jason and his brothers, and you missed their constant brotherly bickering. But most of all, you missed your best friend, Peter Parker.

Ever since that night at the carnival, your relationship has never been the same. Every time you saw each other within the week Jason was here, Peter either gave you the cold shoulder or was cold to you, only speaking to you when necessary. It was infuriating.

Especially because you did nothing wrong. You cannot for the life of you recall a moment where you did anything to warrant this behavior from Peter. And it makes you sad. Peter was you best friend. Hell he was you're only friend for a while. You even thought the two of you would become more than friends. But apparently not.

So there you were, sitting in your room mourning the friendship you think you lost.

Your pain was so obvious that the whole team saw it. And they were worried about you.

"Maybe I should go talk to her.." Tony said, hearing you cry for the third time that day.

"Yeah, and we'll find that Parker kid." Natasha said with Bucky and Wanda flanking her sides. All three exuding a cold aura.

The rest of the team shuddered at the sight. Knowing that Peter might not come to the tower unscathed, Tony shook his head

"No, the kids a good intern. Cap do you mind...?"

"I'm on it. Come on, Buck."

Steve was your self-declared god father. He hated seeing you in pain.

"Maruchan Candidate stays here." Tony says exasperdley, " You just got pardoned for murder, remember?"

Bucky huffed and plopped down on the couch. Sending a glare to Tony that had him rushing to the stairs.

"Ok..I'm gonna go talk to Y/n now.."

Once up the stairs he lets out a sigh of relief, "I cannot believe I let him live here."

He heads to your room, heart hurting as he hears your sniffles and cries increase. But then he hears a male voice in your room.

"Aw come on Printsessa, don't cry!"

Pietro.

Tony prayed this day would never come.

"I just don't understand, I didn't do anything..." You cry, voice breaking.

"Oh of course you didn't. You were the perfect friend." Pietro coos, " Come now, it pains me to see such a pretty girl cry"

Okay that was the last straw.

Tony rushed to the room and knocked on the door before marching in.

"Y/n! I came to see how you're feeling." Tony says loudly. He pauses to get a good look at the scene in front of him.

Pietro sat next to his weeping daughter, stroking her hair as she buries her face into a pillow. Pietro senses Tony's unease and stands, patting you on the head, ' I'll go get you some more tissue okay?"

And with that he zooms off. Tony rolls his eyes and takes his spot next to you.

"How are you feeling Kiddo?" He asks softly.

You sniffle, and look up from your pillow, " Daddy I don't know why he won't talk to me."

Tony frowns, knowing you only call him "daddy" when you're truly upset.

"Oh kid, Peter's probably going through something...it has nothing to do with you.."

"That's not true! He only refuses to talk to me. Ever since he asked out Liz, he hates me!" You cried, throwing yourself into your fathers arms.

He hugs you back, placing his chin on your head. Letting you cry into his shirt.

He sighs, wondering how he got caught up in this teen drama.

"Maybe you both should just talk it out." Tony suggests

"How am I supposed to talk it out if he won't talk to me!" You shout, ripping yourself from his arms and back into the comfort of your blankets. Tony panics, he really wasn't used to the drama.

"Sir, Peter Parker is in the common room."

Friday reports, comically sounding annoyed at the boys presence.

You look at your father in betrayal, "You brought him here!"

"Y/n..come on let's go talk-" "No!" you cried, " Why should I be the one to make with him? He's the one with the problem!"

"Kid.."

"NO just leave me alone." You say sadly, turning your back on the man.

Tony sighs again, really not used to this drama. He makes his way down the hallway, and into the common room. There he saw Peter, sitting petrified on the couch as the rest of the Avengers glared at him from around the room.

"Hi Spiderman." Tony says in a sarcastic voice.

"M-Mr. Stark." Peter says quickly standing up, "S-sir, I-"

Tony holds up a hand, cutting the boy off. Then he turns to Pietro and Wanda.

"It seems that m daughter needs some..extra comfort. If you two don't mind.."

They nod and walk to the room, glares making Peter want to pee his pants.

"I don't remember them being so close." Tony mutters, " Anyway, come walk with me Peter."

Peter scurries next to his mentor. Shrinking when he has to pass Nat, Steve, and Bucky.

"Um..did you need me for something sir..."

"Why is my daughter upset Parker."

"...what?"

"Why. is. my. daughter. upset?"

"I..I don't"

"Because, my little girl is up in her room, crying over a boy. do you know who that boy is?"

"Probably Jason Todd." Peter mutters

Oh. oh, that makes perfect sense.

"You're jealous." Tony says as if he made an epiphany.

"What? Mr. Stark don't be silly I-"

"No, you were jealous of Jason and Y/n."Tony states, " Peter Parker are you in love with my daughter?"

"wh-WHaT?" Peter squeaks out.

No. No of course he's not in love with you. You were his best friend for crying out loud.

"Oh? Then why are you mad at Y/n? Hmm? She says you've been mad since the carnival. "

Because he hated seeing you with him. He hated how this other guy made you look so happy. How comfortable you were with him, just like you were with Peter. Because Peter wanted to be the only one.

Oh shit...

"I'm in love with Y/n..." He whispers to himself.

Tony smirks, " Yeah kid, I know."

"Oh my god.."

"Listen kid, I'm not fond of my little girl being in a relationship. But she's in her room crying her eyes out, because her best friend, YOU won't talk to her. So I need you to go and have that hallmark moment and make up with each other."

Peter's heart breaks, he hates the idea of making you cry. Maybe he should of thought about that before ignoring you like that.

"Right. " Peter squares his shoulders and prepares to walk to you room.

"Woah" Tony says, grabbing him by the shoulder, " If she doesn't forgive you, you leave her alone."

"Wh-what?"

"Pete, I like you. I do, but Y/n is my daughter, and me and Pepper raised her to never let a man...or uh boy, to make her feel the way she does now."

"R-right..I get it. I need to talk to her."

"Okay, go for it kid. Just...don't mess up again, please. I can only handle so much drama."

"Right." He nods. He heads to your room, hands sweating as guilt swelled in his heart. He didn't mean to act like a douche. He really didn't.. it's just that, when he saw you with Jason it hurt. And then every time he would see you, he can see the way you cuddled with Jason on the couch. And how he looked at you, the same way Peter looked at you.

He reached the door to your room, and heard the conversation you were having with Wanda.

"I just..don't know what to do ..."

"Y/n you do not need to do anything. What you need to do is text Jason and go on a date."

No.

"Or you can go on a date with me~" SMACK "OW Wanda"

No.

"I can't do that...me and Jay-"

"You and the Wayne boy have a connection. We saw it."

"But...Me and Peter had a connection."

"Yeah until he ruined it." "Pietro!"

"No he's right." You sigh, " I haven't even seen Peter in a week and every time I do he glares at me."

"Exactly. So you know what you have to do."

A silent pause. Then Peter heard you sigh and say

"Okay I'll text him."

Oh hell no. Peter burst into your room, "Y/nIMSORRYI'MAJERKPLEASEDONTSTOBEINGMYFRIENDANDPLEASEDON'TGOOUTWITHJASON!!"

You, Wanda, and Pietro jumped, turning to the door where Peter just busted in.

"Peter? what?"

"He's lost it, I'll take him out."

"PIETRO" "What?"

"Y/n...I'm so sorry." Peter says softly, "You're my best friend. The one person that...that I really trust. I love spending time with you. ANd how you're face looks when you're watching movies. I love how competitive you get when we play board games"

"Oh barf!" "Pietro!"

"Peter you really hurt me..."

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I just..." Peter sighs, " I was just...I was jealous. You and Jason were so close and...and I thought he'd take you away from me..and I- I'm so sorry."

You stay quiet, digesting what Peter just told you.

"Peter I...I"

"Let me take you out."Peter says quickly.

"What? Pete maybe that's not such a good idea..."

"Please? I wanna make it up to you. Just you and me."

You look at Wanda and she shrugs, leaving it up to you,

"Alright. This is your last chance."

"Awesome."

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #tony stark x daughter!reader #jason todd x reader insert #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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no grave can hold my body down – 1/2

Character: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Summary: It took time to get Jason Todd away from the darkness. Sometimes it felt like he was always standing at a tipping point, at risk of completely losing himself. But not when he was with her. She made him better and she would continue to make him better.

Word Count: 5,500

A/N: I am very new to this fandom and extremely nervous to write something for it. To clarify, I have not read any of the comics. But I’ve watched a lot of the TV and movie adaptations, and have done a lot of research. Jason is much older in this – like 30? – and therefore the rest of the BatFam is older, as well. But this takes place after Jason Todd is resurrected, but is still on rocky territory with his family.

Jason dropped down to the fire escape of his apartment with a quietness that seemed impossible for how large he was.

On the other side of the small fire escape, Y/N sat with a blanket over her lap, a book in her hand, and a mug of coffee balanced perfectly on the metal grates.

“Thought I told you not to wait up for me,” Jason greeted, knowing she noticed his arrival, but just kept reading her book. His book, to be precise.

It was almost 4AM and Jason had called it a night after taking out an entire drug cartel. It had been a lot of waiting, until it finally led up to 20 minutes of utter chaos. He left them on a silver platter for the police to arrest them and actually clean up the mess.

Y/N finally looked up at him and he saw how tired her eyes seemed. But she gave him a soft smile, clearly happy to see him home and...alive.

A pang of guilt went through him. He did that to her.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she told him with a shrug.

Jason slowly nodded. Then he nudged his head towards the book, “Jane Eyre again?”

She smirked. “It’s a comfort read.”

He smiled back at her – which she couldn’t even see, because he was still wearing the red helmet that covered his entire head.

“You shouldn’t stay out here so long. It’s too cold.”

“I was waiting for you,” she countered.

“I thought you couldn’t sleep.”

“I couldn’t…because I was worried about you,” she finally admitted.

There it was.

“You have a voicemail on your cellphone. Alfred called,” she quickly added to change the subject.

Jason left his personal cellphone at home when he was on patrol, not wanting any sort of pointless distractions. Y/N had a direct line to his comms if there was an emergency, which was the only thing he cared about. His old family could figure out ways to contact him if they really wanted to. But he didn’t go out of his way to give them that info.

“Get inside before you catch a cold,” he told her as he nodded toward the open window.

She chuckled at his attempt to sound stern. It was hard for her to take it seriously. But she listened to him anyway, knowing that if she tried to ignore him, it would end in him dragging her inside. And that was not a physical battle she ever had a chance at winning.

30 minutes later, Y/N was laying in bed and still reading her book as Jason tried to erase the night.

He always took long, scolding showers after patrol. Even if there was no blood to be washed away, there was always a need to cleanse himself of…something.

Y/N had asked him if he was hurt as she crawled through the window back inside their apartment.

“I’m fine,” he’d insisted.

But she knew “fine” just meant he didn’t need stitches, or bones reset, or the need to call the actual doctor he had a certain under-the-table deal with. She also knew she shouldn’t be surprised when he took off his clothes and she would see new bruises and shallow cuts covering his skin.

Jason finally crawled into bed with nothing but his black briefs. His hair still wet from the burning shower he just took.

He let out a sigh and stared up at the ceiling.

It was always a battle for Y/N, trying to figure out when to leave Jason to his thoughts and when to force him to talk. She knew he couldn’t drown himself in his own mind. But she also knew she couldn’t pretend to be his therapist.

“J?” She asked him softly as she put her book down.

“Hmm?” He asked, looking at her.

“You OK?”

He nodded.

She let it be.

Jason turned his gaze back to the ceiling. “Alfred has a foundation to raise money for under-funded schools in Gotham. It’s all him, but it has Bruce’s name all over it so all the rich assholes will want to save face with the Wayne family by donating.”

“I can support that type of manipulation,” Y/N said with a smirk.

“He holds a gala at Wayne Manor for it every year. Gets them at least a mil every time.”

She listened closely.

Then Jason looked at her again. “He asked me to come this year.”

“Oh,” her face fell.

Jason had told Y/N about his tumultuous relationship with his family. While he mended most of the damage with his brothers, he wasn’t quite willing to do so with Bruce. Y/N didn’t try to push Jason to reconcile with his adoptive father. She understood his heartbreak and frustrations there. She wasn’t a huge fan of Bruce herself after learning the damage he’d done to her boyfriend.

But it was because of the past traumas that Y/N hadn’t met any of Jason’s hodgepodge, vigilante family.

She also guessed that it was his overprotectiveness of her that stopped him from wanting to fully submerge her in that part of his life. To Jason, the less she knew about the Bat Family, the safer she was.

“He asked me to bring you, too.” Jason suddenly added.

Y/N blinked. “I…I didn’t realize they knew about me.”

He smirked at that. “Of course they do.”

“Even Bruce?”

His smirk disappeared. “Well, I didn’t tell him. But he’s a nosey son of a bitch. And even if he didn’t figure it out for himself, one of my brothers probably ran their mouth.”

Y/N didn’t think Jason and Bruce had a conversation out of uniform since he became the Red Hood. Probably hadn’t even addressed each other by their actual names in years.

Y/N fully turned on her side to face her boyfriend and scooted closer. “What do you want to do?” She asked carefully.

Jason sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Then he too turned on his side and stole a look at her. She looked so tired, but still beautiful. He knew he put her through too much. He didn’t deserve her. And she deserved a better man than he could ever be. He had guilt on his conscience, blood on his hands. He was the poster child for the harshness that was Gotham. She was a normal woman who would’ve never gotten mixed up in this world if it weren’t for him.

But Y/N insisted that she wanted to be here. Told him so by just staying each and every day, and never questioning her decision. Even left New York City to slum it in Gotham with him.

Jason brushed some hair away from her face.

“You’d come with me?”

Her face scrunched from him even feeling the need to ask. “Of course.” Then she gave him a sad look, “I’ve been wanting to meet your family for awhile.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked.

Her eyes darkened. “You know why, J.”

He stayed silent.

“Listen, I know things haven’t been…good with your family. But I also know that they raised you. Whether you want to admit it or not, a lot of the man you are today is because of them. And I happen to love that man. So, yeah, I’ve wanted to meet them.”

Jason had a look full of love that he was trying to contain. “Come here,” he demanded with a grin.

Y/N giggled and moved into his arms.

Jason immediately pivoted her body so she was hovering over him. Without any hesitation, he pulled her down for a kiss.

“It’s gonna be filled with rich snobs and ass kissers. Don’t go hoping for a fun time,” he warned her as he narrowed his gaze playfully.

“Then you’re really gonna need me there. Who else is gonna make fun of them with you?” She teased.

Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. “Will this be a fancy affair?”

“Unfortunately.”

Her gaze darkened. “So, I’m gonna see you in a suit, huh?”

Jason pinched her sides.

Y/N yelped before laughing, “Do you even own a suit? I’ve never seen it in your closet.”

Suddenly he flipped her body so he was now the one hovering over her. Y/N couldn’t ignore Jason’s massive size when she was caged below him like that. “You’re on thin ice, kid.”

“Oooh. I’m so scared,” she mocked.

Jason almost looked offended.

But he sighed, getting back to the previous subject. “If I have to wear a suit, that means you have to wear a dress.”

“Or I could wear a suit, too.” She countered and raised a brow at him.

He smirked at her challenge. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in one either.”

That seemed to please her.

“I promise I’ll look real pretty. Ya know, really play the part of the arm candy for the famous Jason Todd.”

Jason scoffed. “You’re always beautiful.” Then his gaze darkened. “And the arm candy was always Bruce and Dick’s thing. Not mine.”

“OK. So what should I be?”

“My accomplice,” Jason confirmed.

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Y/N fidgeted in the back seat of the car as the black car drove to the outskirts of Gotham and to the Wayne Estate.

Jason had sent her a text from his patrol comms about something coming up. Vague, as always. He did it to keep her in the dark as much as possible.

Apparently he’d tried to tell Alfred they couldn’t make it. But the old man wouldn’t let him off the hook that easily. He told Jason he’d send a car for Y/N and that he better show up too.

Y/N had worn her fanciest dress, curled her hair, and done her makeup to perfection. She knew she could dress the part, but it was the acting bit that had her stressed out.

Despite Jason’s relationship with his family, she still dreaded the thought that they wouldn’t like her and that they wouldn’t approve. Yeah, they were secretly vigilantes, but they were also the richest people in Gotham.

Y/N swallowed as the car parked right outside the front entrance of Wayne Manor. There seemed to already be hundreds of people there. Everyone looked rich and fancier than Y/N could ever even pretend to be.

‘You’re here for Jason. You’re here for Jason.’ She repeated in her mind as the driver opened the door for her and offered his hand.

Y/N told herself to become a character as she held her head high and made her way into the mansion.

“Mansion” didn’t even seem to cover it. Y/N felt like she was in a Jane Austen novel or Downton Abbey.

Guests eyed her as soon as she made her way inside. She was much younger than the general demographic of the party. It seemed that old money also meant literally old.

She did a once over to see if she could find Jason. But he was nowhere to be found. Y/N decided she needed a drink to face a gala full of unwelcoming strangers alone.

She ignored the curious and judgmental gazes as she made her way to one of the many bars set up through the home.

‘Maybe red was too much,’ her imposter syndrome was telling her. Clearly it was making her stick out. But she knew Jason loved seeing her in red.

Y/N quickly ordered a strong drink from the bartender, who was kind enough to sense that this young woman needed liquid courage and she needed it fast.

“Are you sure you meant to use that bottle?” A male voice came up beside her, speaking to the bartender on her behalf.

Y/N turned to see a very boyishly handsome man with blue eyes and brown hair so dark that it was almost black.

He gave that bartender a look and Y/N watched as he nervously grabbed the much more expensive brand – the one Y/N would never in her life buy for herself.

“Thank you,” Y/N said as politely as possible when the bartender slid the drink towards her.

Then she turned her attention to the young man. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He gave her a crooked smirk. “You deserve the very best.”

Y/N might not have ever met Jason’s brothers. But they were famous enough to make frequent appearances in the media. Everyone in Gotham knew what the Wayne kids looked like. Especially Dick Grayson, who seemed to thrive in the spotlight in a similar manner to his father.

“Oh? And how do you know what I deserve? You don’t know me at all,” Y/N challenged with a tilt of her head.

Her sass seemed to excite him.

“Well, I was hoping, since I saved you from the cheap stuff, that you’d give me a chance to.”

Y/N shook her head with an almost baffled smile. This faux charm and air of confidence was so unlike Jason’s. While Jason was quietly confident and sure of himself. It came almost from a place of nihilism. But Dick…Dick had an edge of haughtiness and self importance.

“Your reputation precedes you, Dick Grayson,” Y/N cooed, with mischievous glint in her gaze, before taking a sip of her drink. He was right: this was the good stuff.

Dick’s amusement seemed to falter now that she confessed to knowing exactly who he was. “And what reputation is that exactly?”

“Cocky, charming…flirtatious.”

Dick didn’t seem to mind these adjectives at all. In fact, he seemed rather proud of himself. He stepped a little closer to her. “It feels a little unfair that you seem to know me, but I haven’t even gotten your name.”

Y/N tried to suppress her smile. She was really starting to enjoy this little game. “You’ll realize soon enough.”

“Well, until then…” He stepped even closer and somehow managed to put his hand on her back without it feeling creepy. “Would you like to dance?”

“Move that hand any lower, Dick, and I’ll fuckin’ break it,” Jason said from behind Y/N.

Dick barely moved away from Y/N, but looked at his brother with confusion.

Y/N turned and maneuvered her body away from Dick’s grasp.

Then she smiled at Jason as she took in the sight of her boyfriend wearing a suit. Like, a real suit, not one made for a vigilante. He managed to tame his hair without using too much product. And his face had its signature scruff but cleaned up a bit.

“How long has this one been annoying you?” Jason asked her.

“Not long,” she replied before giving him a sweet kiss.

Y/N turned to face Dick again, but remained close to Jason’s side. On instinct alone, Jason placed his hand on her back and pulled her even closer. It wasn’t possessive, but a habit he formed to comfort himself.

Dick blinked as his mind clearly figured out the change in situation.

“You’re Y/N?” He asked her.

She smirked. “Told you that you’d realize it soon enough.”

“Dick, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is, Dick Grayson.”

Y/N didn’t miss how Jason didn’t refer to Dick as his brother.

To his credit, Dick recovered rather quickly and politely offered his hand. Y/N didn’t hesitate to shake it. After all, she still wanted to make a good impression on his family. And the flirting was harmless.

“I apologize for…” Dick’s words died out.

“Hitting on me?” Y/N offered with a laugh. “I would say I’m flattered, but I’m sure I’m one of many women you will be making moves on tonight.”

“Do it again, and I’ll swap out the rubber bullets in my guns, Dick.” Jason half warned and half joked.

Dick seemed unfazed by the threat. “Why don’t you say it a little louder so more people can hear?”

Jason ignored his brother’s warning.

He turned his gaze down to Y/N. “Let’s go introduce you to Alfred.”

Jason held her hand as he made his way through the crowd. It wasn’t hard to do. Y/N assumed it had to do with him technically being a Wayne or perhaps it was his large and imposing frame that told people to get the hell out of his way.

Then Y/N was standing in front of an elderly man who had perfect posture and mischievous edge to his welcoming smile.

“Master Jason, I see that you have finally brought Ms. Y/L/N for me to meet,” Alfred said with a smile.

Out of all his siblings and father, Alfred seemed to be the only family member that Jason didn’t hold any sort of grudge against. Though Y/N wasn’t really sure what anyone would have against him. From everything she heard, he sounded absolutely lovely.

He held out his hand, which Y/N instantly went to shake. But instead, Alfred brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles. There was something about this family that made everything they do seem charming rather than creepy and uncomfortable.

Y/N laughed at the gesture. “It’s so nice to meet you, Alfred. I’ve heard so much about you.”

He patted her hand before letting it go gently. “I wish I could say the same for you, dear. But it would appear Master Jason prefers to keep you entirely to himself.”

She just gave him a polite – yet controlled – smile. Another side effect of Jason being overprotective of her.

“Thank you for sending the car for me. You didn’t have to do that,” she told him.

“Oh, nonsense. I would not allow this one to use any excuse for missing tonight.”

Y/N asked him about his foundation with genuine interest. Alfred answered all of her questions with enthusiasm. She wondered how often Alfred got to talk about normal things with the Wayne family. She could only imagine the manor was entirely consumed with matters of vigilantism.

Alfred also asked Y/N far more questions about herself than she was prepared for. It made her realize that Jason really did keep her quite the secret. Y/N knew she shouldn’t be offended by it, but it made her sad that Jason’s family had clearly shown such an interest in her. Had she known, she may have put more pressure on Jason to introduce her.

There was a lull in conversation when Alfred’s gaze turned to Jason.

“Have you spoken with him yet?” He asked evenly.

They all know who ‘him’ was.

“I’m here for you, Alfred.” Jason quickly answered. “And we’ve kept you selfishly to ourselves for far too long. I’m sure everyone here wants to talk with you.”

Nice save.

Alfred dipped his head and lowered his voice, “Oh, you are two of the few people here whom I actually wish to converse with…” He finished with a wink before leaving them.

“And here I thought you got all your charm from Bruce Wayne,” Y/N teased her boyfriend.

But when she looked up at Jason, he had a dazed looked in his eyes.

“Hey,” she squeezed his hand in comfort. “You don’t need to talk to him if you don’t want to. In fact, we can go now if you want.”

Jason snapped out of it then. “And leave without destroying this open bar? Absolutely not.” Then he seemed to take her in for the first time that night. “Plus, you deserve to be shown off.”

He leaned down to her ear. “I was so distracted with saving you from Dick that I didn’t get the chance to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight.”

No matter how many times he said things like that to her or made her feel this way, she still managed to blush at such compliments.

And for good measure, Jason sealed the praise with a kiss, lightly gripping her chin to make sure she didn’t escape too soon for his liking.

He barely pulled away from her lips when he smiled and muttered, “Come on. Let’s go steal ourselves a bottle of Dom Pérignon.”

“Jason,” she scolded in a whisper, “Those cost like $2,000!”

“Exactly.”

The next hour or so was filled with Jason and Y/N drinking champagne while standing in a corner that protected them from being interrupted. And Y/N did exactly as she promised: joking with Jason about all the stuck up rich people that just came to kiss ass and social climb.

They were laughing about an old man that was desperately trying to hit on a young woman half his age when someone politely cleared their throat beside them.

But Jason smiled at the interruption.

A young man, who couldn’t be older than his early 20s, was giving Y/N a delighted smile. However, the first thing she noticed were the shadows under his eyes and how tired he looked. But that didn’t stop his excitement from showing.

“Y/N, this is my younger brother, Tim Drake. Tim, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

With a dorky enthusiasm, he shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. We’ve all been annoying Jason about bringing you around for quite some time.”

She smiled, “So I’ve heard…” Then she gave Jason a subtle accusatory look.

Tim’s face turned serious, as if he just remembered why he came over in the first place. ��I’m sorry to interrupt. Jason would you mind…umm…looking at something for me real quick?”

Jason’s back straightened.

Tim was trying to be polite to the two’s relationship by keeping out any and all details pertaining to their night life.

But it was clear to Y/N that was what Tim was referring to.

Jason looked down at her.

“You don’t have to babysit me,” she teased him. “Go. I can entertain myself.”

He kissed her cheek and whispered, “If I’m not back in 30 minutes, please come rescue me.”

She chuckled. “I would, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to find you...”

“I’ll bring him back in no time, Y/N. Promise.” Tim told her with a beaming smile.

Y/N watched them go and Jason gave her one last reluctant look over his shoulder before he disappeared around a corner.

Y/N sighed and poured another glass of champagne and told herself it was time to mingle. But when she looked up, there wasn’t a single person that looked like they had any interest in making new friends.

‘Some party this is,’ she thought to herself before abandoning her post and deciding to take herself on a tour of Wayne Manor.

Y/N decided she wanted to escape the curious and judgmental gazes of the party, and found herself in a darker hallway. Candles were lit everywhere, giving it a gothic semblance.

Y/N’s heartbeat quickened when she realized she’d discovered a hallway filled with artwork. Millions upon millions of dollars worth of artwork, to be precise.

She was glad no one else seemed to have wandered this far, for she could take her time to look at all of it.

“I think you might be the only guest of the manor who has ever taken the time to look at the artwork.”

Y/N jumped at the voice and turned to see the infamous Bruce Wayne watching her with what seemed to be amusement.

He was nearly as tall as Jason – nowhere near as stout, though. But that didn’t seem to matter because he had an intimidating presence that had Y/N realizing it made perfect sense that this man was also Batman.

She had no idea how long she’d been staring at the paintings. It was easy for her to get lost in art. It tended to consume her.

“Well, not everyone has a Caravaggio casually hanging in their home.”

Bruce chuckled at that.

“Sorry,” she quickly told him. “I didn’t mean to snoop. I feel like I’m at the Louvre.”

“Please,” he declined such an apology. “No one in that party could tell the difference between an oil and acrylic painting. It’s refreshing to meet someone who can appreciate art.” He paused. “Have you been?”

“Have I been where?”

“To the Louvre.”

“Oh,” she laughed. “Umm...no, sadly. It’s been my dream to go to Paris in general. I don’t speak French, though. So I don’t know how that would work out.”

Bruce Wayne seemed to be listening closely and had genuine interest in what she was saying. Which felt strange to her for some reason.

Suddenly, Y/N felt like she shouldn’t be talking to him. Jason made it clear he had no intention of making peace tonight. So Y/N figured she was meant to keep her distance as well.

“I’m…” she began.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N,” Bruce finished for her.

She raised a brow, unimpressed.

Of course Batman would know every single person coming into his home. He probably caught her lingering in this hallway from multiple hidden security cameras.

He reached out his hand. “Bruce Wayne.”

She hesitated, her eyes flickering between his fixed stare and his offered hand.

But it ended with her shaking it, nonetheless.

“Thank you for bringing Jason tonight. I have a feeling he would’ve never shown had it not been for you.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched in an attempt to stop herself from lashing out at Bruce.

Yes, Jason was protective of her. But Y/N was also protective of Jason.

It wasn’t the Wayne family that talked Jason out of the darkness. They weren’t the one who comforted him after his nightmares. They weren’t the one who kissed and touched the autopsy scars that he was ashamed of. They weren’t the one who made him realize he wasn’t a failure or a monster, that he was worth something.

That was Y/N.

And she wasn’t going to let any of them cause him to relapse.

“Did he tell you not to talk to me?” Bruce questioned.

He wasn’t one to beat around the bush.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Jason doesn’t tell me what to do.”

Bruce smirked at how she didn’t back down and met his confrontation with confidence. “You’re not too fond of me, are you?”

Y/N shifted her weight a bit, but kept quiet, not wanting to confirm or deny his suspicions.

“I’m not sure what Jason told–”

“He told me everything,” Y/N cut him off sharply.

Bruce tilted his head. “Surely not everything.” Proving that he knew Jason completely kept Y/N away from his vigilante and crime life.

Then Y/N lost her composure and took a step toward Bruce. “You call him your greatest failure,” she accused him.

“Because I let him down.”

“But it doesn’t matter how you meant it. How do you think that makes him feel?”

Bruce’s body tensed and his jaw tightened.

Suddenly a dog came running out of nowhere and nearly tackled Y/N. She managed to stay on her feet, but her glass of champagne was knocked from her grasp and shattered on the floor.

“Titus!” Bruce growled at the dog.

A second later, a boy came running.

“Damian, what did I tell you about keeping pets away from parties,” Bruce scolded.

“I apologize,” Damian told Y/N in a voice that should’ve belonged to an adult, rather than a pre-teen boy. But he seemed rather annoyed that he had to apologize to a stranger.

Y/N chuckled at the black Great Dane. She barely had to bend down to pet the giant dog. “It’s fine. Dogs are always my favorite people I meet at parties.”

Damian looked between his father and Y/N, immediately getting the sense that she was not the average party guest.

“Who’s she?” He asked bluntly.

“Damian, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Bruce gestured with an upturned palm.

“Todd’s companion?” Damian stated, clearly sounding unimpressed.

Jesus. They really did all know about her.

“Damian…” was all Bruce said to warn his son.

“I don’t know what you see in him.”

“That’s enough, Damian.” Bruce snapped.

That finally got the boy to shut his mouth.

Y/N was about to tell both of them that it was fine. She had expected such greetings from Jason’s youngest brother.

But her attention was diverted when she noticed Jason standing at the edge of the hallway.

Bruce followed her gaze.

There was a stare down between the two men that felt like an hour to Y/N.

“Jason,” Bruce greeted steadily.

Jason looked at his family coldly. “Bruce,” he replied with even less emotion. Then he looked down at his youngest brother, “Demon Spawn.”

“Todd,” Damian spat back.

Jason’s gaze softened when it landed on Y/N. Ignoring the tension, he reached out a hand in her direction. “We should say our goodbyes to Alfred.”

Y/N nodded and walked to her boyfriend, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.

He quickly guided them back to the party without a second glance to Bruce and Damian.

As soon as they were in a mass of people again, Y/N turned to Jason to ask him if he was OK. A part of her felt guilty, like she’d been caught doing something bad by being alone with Bruce Wayne.

But Jason seemed to sense her concern and spoke before she could. “I’m stealing another bottle of champagne before we go,” and quickly went to the bar.

“He lasted longer than I expected,” Dick’s voice came up beside her.

Y/N barely glanced at him. “I’m proud of him,” was all she replied, as they both watched him.

“I apologize for my behavior earlier. I’m afraid I didn’t give you the best first impression.”

Y/N fully turned to face him and laughed lightly. “I promise I won’t hold it against you.”

“I’m sure you think we’re all just being polite…but all of us really were looking forward to meeting you, Y/N.”

“Even Damian?” She teased.

Dick laughed. “Well, rumor is that Titus took an immediate liking to you. And Damian trusts his pets’ judgement of character more than any of ours.”

News really did travel fast in this family.

Y/N smiled at that. “I’ve wanted to meet all of you for so long. I’m glad we finally made it happen.” She went back to their original topic.

Dick winced. “I’d rather not think about what Jason’s said about us…”

“I think you might be pleasantly surprised,” she countered.

“Ready to go?” Jason interrupted, ignoring Dick.

For good measure, he dipped down to kiss Y/N’s bare shoulder.

“Yeah, let’s go say bye to Alfred.”

But she turned back to Dick. And to everyone’s surprise, she wrapped him into a hug. Dick was surprised, but welcomed the gesture.

“Please keep an eye on him out there,” she whispered to him quietly enough so Jason didn’t have a chance of overhearing.

“Of course,” he told her.

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Bruce pretended to be listening to a conversation with old family friends as he watched Y/N and Jason hug Alfred goodbye.

He noticed Y/N say something to Alfred that made the butler’s face go serious. Then she handed him a business card.

Bruce wanted to talk with Jason. He’d been both dreading and looking forward to tonight, hoping a miracle would occur and he could finally mend things with his son.

But the way Jason had looked at him, Bruce knew everything he was feeling and it was clear Jason wasn’t going to let things go between them any time soon.

Bruce politely excused himself and went to Alfred’s side.

“What was that last bit about?” Bruce asked, indirectly telling Alfred that he’d been observing their conversation.

Now the two men both watched Jason and Y/N from a window that gave a view of the front drive.

Y/N threw her head back and laughed loudly at something Jason had whispered in her ear.

“She asked if I could teach her first aid.”

They both know it went much deeper than first aid. Y/N was asking Alfred to show her how to stitch wounds, how to extract bullets, when to know Jason was too hurt to be fixed up by his inexperienced girlfriend.

“She’s good for him,” Bruce thought aloud.

“That she is, Master Bruce.”

“I forgot what his laugh sounded like.” Bruce paused for a moment before adding, “I’ve never seen him smile like this. Not even before…” His words died. They both knew what ‘before’ was referring to.

Suddenly Y/N pointed to Jason as she walked backwards, clearly giving him a warning of some sort.

But Jason ignored her as he grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. One of his hands was wrapped tightly around her thighs, securing her body to his chest, while the other hand held a bottle of champagne.

They could hear Y/N’s laughter, even from inside the mansion.

Alfred observed how Bruce watched his second son. “You must give him more time, Master Bruce.”

However, Bruce said nothing in return.

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Part 2

Please, please, please let me know what you think. I will take constructive criticism on my characterization of Jason Todd, as long as it’s done nicely😅

[Also, I finally stopped being lazy and made my own header. 😂]

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I've read fics where Hermann disapproves of PDAs but what about the reverse? As in he's so stunned at winning the most amazing man in the Shatterdome (6 phds, literal rockstar, gorgeous Newt) that he deliberately provokes contact and shows of affection. Just to show off to people and send a clear back off signal. And Newt just dotes on him obliviously.

ok this one is another super old prompt and when I was writing it this week it KINDA got away from me. but I hope everyone enjoyyyys. partially inspired from conversations with @k-sci-janitor 👀 totally sfw, except for one brief reference

anyway, a fic about hermann being all affectionate with newt and also discovering what relaxation is

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The day after the world doesn’t end, Hermann brings Newt breakfast in bed.

Honestly, it surprises Newt more than the whole world not ending thing. Up until the previous evening, after all, Newt was pretty damn sure the guy absolutely hated him, and that if Hermann was gonna do something as out of character as bringing him breakfast, it surely meant he’d spat in it first. Or maybe poisoned it. If hated isn’t the right word, Newt would say Hermann at the very least barely tolerated. And then the whole sharing the neural load thing happened. And, after that, hugging, not once, but twice, and then falling asleep in bed together. And now Hermann’s perched on the edge of his bed (which they shared while they slept) and handing him a plate.

“You had quite the busy day yesterday,” Hermann says kindly. Hermann has never spoken to Newt kindly before. Atop the plate are two pieces of toast, a soft-boiled egg, and a mug of coffee. The coffee and toast (Newt notices) are exactly the shade he prefers. He wonders if Hermann picked up on it before or after the whole mind-melding thing. Before wouldn’t surprise him—Hermann has always been weird about noticing details like that. The egg, however, is something purely Hermann in taste. “I imagine you could use a nice spot of breakfast,” he adds.

Newt shoves his glasses on and blinks at Hermann groggily. He struggles to sit up, partially tangled in his sheets, and then takes the plate. A little bit of coffee sloshes down onto one of the slices of toast. “Are you wearing my sweatshirt?” he says.

Hermann smiles and looks down at the ragged old MIT sweatshirt he’s tossed on. He may have a few inches on Newt, but he’s still one skinny motherfucker, and it hangs almost comically off his frame. “I am,” he says. “I poked around in your closet, I hope you don’t mind. My clothing was in a rather sorry state.”

Sorry state is an understatement for both of them. Newt’s surprised they haven’t been formally ordered to burn the shit they wore to the bone slums yet. Blood, dirt, and kaiju guts aside, Newt’s, at least, reeks to high heaven with sweat. “No worries,” Newt says. He picks up the coffee and blows on it. He wonders where Hermann got coffee that smells this good. It’s been hard to find anything decent and non-instant on the base these days, and (thanks to limited rations) chain shops like Starbucks cost an arm and a leg for even a small. He also wonders what people thought when they saw Hermann strutting around the base with bedhead in a sweatshirt that obviously wasn’t his. Newt almost wants to blush on his behalf. Scandalous.

Before Newt can so much as take a sip of the coffee, Hermann is suddenly unbuckling and shucking off his grey slacks. “Dude!” Newt yelps, flushing bright red to the tips of his ears. Hermann blinks at him innocently. “What are you doing?”

It’s not so much that Newt is upset as it is that it’s so wildly out of character for Hermann that he feels he owes it to Hermann to act at least moderately scandalized. In all his years of knowing and working alongside Hermann, he’s never so much as seen Hermann’s bare wrist before. Now he’s in Newt’s goddamn bed flashing calves, and thighs, and neatly-pressed little white briefs… Hermann rolls his eyes and tosses the slacks (unfolded!) onto Newt’s desk chair. “Making myself comfortable,” he says. “Would you like me to stop?”

Does Hermann iron his underwear? It would be at odds with the rest of his clothing if he did, which is usually in various stages of frumpy to outright wrinkled, but Newt can’t think of how else it would look like that. He wonders if Hermann’s stitched his name on the inner waistband. It seems like the kind of thing Hermann would do. Newt suddenly realizes he’s been staring at Hermann’s briefs (and, worse still, considering how cute Hermann looks in just them and Newt’s sweatshirt) for an uncomfortably long time, so he quickly shakes his head and drags his eyes to Hermann’s face. One of Hermann’s eyebrows is quirked up. Newt hasn’t been subtle. “No,” he says. He clears his throat. “No, dude, you’re—all good.”

He chokes down a too-hot sip of coffee to have something to do with his mouth.

Hermann smirks.

The bedcovers are drawn back. Hermann slips under them and drapes an arm across Newt’s chest, his hand curling protectively over Newt’s hip. With his other hand he snags Newt’s coffee from his grasp and takes a sip. Newt watches his jaw and throat work as he swallows it, a funny feeling blooming in the pit of his stomach. The mug is handed back over, Hermann’s fingers brushing against Newt’s, which make Newt feel even funnier. “Newton,” Hermann declares. “I think we ought to have sex.”

“Oh,” Newt says. “Can I finish my breakfast first?”

“Certainly,” Hermann says.

Newt’s heart pounds as he spreads a little packet of margarine across one of the pieces of toast; he can feel Hermann’s eyes on him, never straying once. Hermann’s hand draws little circles on his hip. Newt drops his toast twice to the plate before he can successfully take a bite, and even when he does, he doesn’t taste it. Hermann’s fingers dip under the hem of his t-shirt. Newt swallows his toast. “Why?” he says.

Apparently it’s the right question. Hermann nods, like he’s pleased Newt has asked. Like they’re talking theories or something. “I came to the conclusion while I fetching your coffee,” Hermann says. “It occurred to me that I wouldn’t have gotten up at seven in the morning to get coffee for just anyone. Then, of course, there is the whole drifting business—”

“You realized you wouldn’t have done that for just anyone too, huh?” Newt says with a smile. Hermann’s hand on his hip stills, and his cheeks go pink. Newt’s relieved to have gotten some ground back here. “Hermann, that’s sooo romantic.”

“The world was at stake,” Hermann sniffs.

“It’s okay,” Newt says. “I won’t tell anyone the great Dr. Gottlieb has feelings. So, what, you realized you have a big ole crush on me?”

Hermann takes the unfinished piece of toast from him and sets it down on his plate. He pulls Newt’s glasses off, kisses him soundly, and then puts Newt’s glasses back on. His mouth tastes like toothpaste. “On the contrary, I’ve always suspected it,” he says. “It’s just that now I have the time to confirm it.” He reaches up and strokes at Newt’s hair. “We have the time for lots of things, now, Newton. Whatever we’d like.”

Newt finishes off his coffee quickly, not even caring when he burns his tongue, and then tosses the remainder of his breakfast to the floor. His egg spills onto the massacred skinny corduroys he wore yesterday. Whatever, Newt’s burning them anyway. “God, get overhere already, man,” he says, tugging at Hermann’s borrowed sweatshirt. He needs to help Hermann confirm his crush or whatever, pronto.

It’s a few days before Newt and Hermann finally drag themselves out of bed and to the lab to tackle what little work remains for them to do—cataloguing what are apparently the last kaiju samples known to man (Newt), recording and backing up their drift data (Newt’s solo drift, and then their joint data), drawing some random scribbles on the board and pretending they’re important calculations about the possibility of the Breach reopening (Hermann. Okay, whatever, maybe they are important). Unfortunately, the delay isn’t for any sexy reasons, as much as Newt would’ve liked it to have been. The events of the last day of the war caught up with them pretty quickly after that morning in Newt’s bed, and they mostly just slept, ordered out dinner, popped ibuprofen for their various aches, and avoided medical at all costs. (Rumor had it the medical staff on base were looking for him and Hermann so they could do some brain scans. Apparently drifting with a kaiju brain is potentially dangerous, who knew.)

A rancid smell washes over them the second they push the heavy lab doors open, and Newt spots several hunks of kaiju organs rotting away on his workbench. Hermann clamps a hand to his mouth. “Oops,” Newt says, turning to Hermann sheepishly. He can’t help but cower as he does. He and Hermann got along swimmingly the past couple days—it’ll be sad to see all that hard work go down the drain over this. “Guess I forgot to clean up the other day. In my defense—we were kind of busy.”

But Hermann doesn’t snap at Newt, or thump his cane on the ground, or call Newt an idiot, or even look annoyed; he lowers his hand from his mouth and laughs. Albeit a terse laugh, but still. Newt gapes at him. “We were rather busy,” Hermann concedes. “So long as you clean it up in the next ten minutes, I—what, Newton?”

“Nothing,” Newt says, quickly. “I’m gonna—um—deal with it now.”

Hermann disappears from the lab while Newt is digging around in the storage closet for extra heavy-duty trash bags. When he comes back an hour later, he’s holding a cardboard tray of small plastic cups, and Newt has just hefted his last spoiled sample into the lab’s airtight biohazard bin (a bit mournfully, if he’s being honest, since he’s sure there’s still more to learn about the kaiju from them). Newt squints at the cups in the tray while he rips his messy disposable work gloves off. “What’s that?” he says.

“Iced coffee,” Hermann declares.

The gloves slap, wetly, into the biohazard bin, and Newt lets out a low whistle. “Dude. No way. From where?” He’s not sure when he gave off the impression that the way to his heart was good coffee, but maybe it’s true. Then again, Hermann could probably win him over with a cup of lukewarm tap water. Not because Newt is desperate or anything. He just really likes Hermann.

“A little shop a bit away from the base,” Hermann says. “I took the bus.” He draws back his chair and sits down with a soft sigh, setting his cane against his desk. Then he draws out a small brown paper bag from his parka pocket. He tosses it to Newt; Newt catches it with one hand. “They had these funny little cakes on sticks. I thought you might like one.”

“Cake pops?” Newt says.

“I presume,” Hermann says. While Newt inhales the little chocolate-dipped cake pop (which is so good, oh my God, Newt hasn’t had dessert that didn’t come from a vending machine in plastic shrink wrap in years), Hermann adds, “I wasn’t sure what sort of iced coffee you liked, so I made sure to get a variety.”

“Sick,” Newt says, spewing crumbs on his shirt. “Um. But, like, why though?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Hermann says. “I suppose I wanted to do something kind for you.” He carefully slides a straw out of its paper wrappings and pokes it into the lid of one of the coffees. Once he crumples up the wrapper and tosses It into his train bin, he grips his cane, and uses the handle to nudge Newt’s desk chair towards him. “You worked awfully hard cleaning the laboratory.”

Newt preens a little, even as he privately wonders why Hermann’s acting so weird. Well, nice. But nice is weird for Hermann, so they’re basically the same thing. Is this part of his whole deciding whether or not he digs Newt thing? Newt just assumed the awesome morning they spent together would be proof enough of that. Then again, Hermann’s pretty thorough. “I guess,” Newt says. “It was kind of my mess, though.”

Hermann pats at the empty chair with a smile. Hermann’s smiles are so rare—crooked, and stupid cute—that Newt’s heart gives a painful little twist at the sight of it, and he realizes he doesn’t actually give a shit about why Hermann’s being all weird, actually. “You’ve earned a break,” Hermann says. “Besides, I’d like to spend time with you.”

Newt’s too stunned to argue with that one. When he sits down, Hermann inches their chairs together until their knees are touching.

They don’t necessarily fall back into their usual habits by the next week, but the better ones they’ve picked up (being a little kinder to each other, a little more patient, a little more respectful, and also the fact that Hermann can’t seem to stop touching Newt) all but fall into the background as Newt throws himself into his work with renewed determination. Unfortunately, his desire to get it all done as soon as fucking possible speaks less to his awesome work ethic, and more to the fact that he’s just not sure what else to do with himself now, and he likes that work gives him the excuse to not think about it. Hermann said they have all the time to do whatever they like now. Well, Newt likes working. He knows working. Relaxation is a foreign concept to him, and it was a foreign concept to Hermann up until recently. While Newt is toiling away over his decaying kaiju samples in the lab, Hermann is out—

“Where?” Newt says.

Hermann gives Newt the most serene smile Newt’s ever seen cross his face. “I took a bath,” he says. “It was very nice. I bought some nice soaps, and lit some candles, and looked online to see how to do one of those mud masks. It was very relaxing. You ought to try it.”

“Try bathing?” Newt says.

“Yes. Well, no. I mean taking a bath. Is there something you’re not understanding?”

Newt tries to imagine Hermann with a mud mask on his face and cucumbers over his eyes and fails miserably. Hermann hates messes. He would never stand for mud, let alone on his skin. Where’d he even find a bathtub? Did he break into the rangers’ locker room again? Aren't candles banned on base for being a fire hazard, anyway? “Yeah,” Newt says. “Pretty much all of it.”

Hermann shakes his head with a snort, and Newt catches a whiff of something floral and fragrant—his fancy new soap or oil, he guesses. “I’m not surprised. You know, Newton, you are awfully tense.”

Hearing that from Hermann of all people, the king of having-a-massive-stick-up-your-ass, is probably the funniest thing that’s ever happened to Newt. He laughs out loud and plunges a bare hand into his kaiju sample with a gross squelching noise. “Sure, dude.”

He’s almost too engrossed in his sample to feel Hermann sidling up behind him and setting a hand at his waist. He definitely feels Hermann nose a kiss behind his ear, though, and the hot flush that spreads down across his neck from it. Newt’s hand goes sweaty around his scalpel. One thing he definitely wasn’t expecting from a post-no-apocalypse Hermann is how free he is with affection in any and all forms. “Give it a rest, love,” Hermann murmurs. He nudges at the heel of Newt’s boot with the end of his cane. Love? “Why don’t we head back to my quarters and watch a film? You can pick.”

“But.” Newt fidgets. “I have—my sample—”

Another little kiss. The soapy-oil smell is stronger now. Newt thinks it might be lavender. He wonders if the mud mask left Hermann’s skin all soft. “It won’t be going anywhere, Newton.”

Newt sets down his scalpel.

When they they pass by a group of LOCCENT staff in the hallway, Newt makes to drop Hermann’s hand (which Hermann had laced together with his own before they left the lab), but Hermann holds fast, maybe even faster than before, and looks at him with his stupidly sweet set of big eyes. Newt waits until they round the corner to say anything. “Sorry,” he says, lamely. “Um. I thought—you wouldn’t want—” Hermann continues to stare at him. His iris is still ringed red like Newt’s. “I just mean I know you’re weird about stuff like that. Public stuff.” Hermann has been a closed and tightly-bound book for as long as Newt’s known him; he can’t imagine that would suddenly change and he would start broadcasting his emotions far and wide in the course of a week just because he’s a little less stressed.

Or, you know. Maybe Newt’s totally wrong on this. “Ah,” Hermann says. He nods, very seriously. “Yes. I have been considering that as well. I see no reason to hide recent developments in our relationship.” He squeezes Newt’s hand. "In fact, I see no reason to not be quite, er, proud of them. You’re quite the catch.”

Newt remembers the stolen sweatshirt. Maybe Hermann wearing it out to get them breakfast was more calculated than he realized. “So if I made out with you against the wall right now you wouldn’t be mad?” Newt says.

“Well,” Hermann says, inclining his head to his door, "seeing as my quarters are right there, it seems a rather unnecessary inconvenience.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Newt smiles as Hermann leads him in. “Can I really pick the movie?”

“Within reason.”

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #esperata

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Just My Luck

Prompt: Readers dog gets off the leash at the park and jumps on an unsuspecting Spencer

(Set after or in season 8)

A/N: Hi! This is my first ever fic, and the prompt is from the lovely @imagining-in-the-margins. I made this fic on my own, however I have my lovely betas ( @broken-stardust and @kirencer) who gave me wonderful advice! I am not the best, so please have patience with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve written for fun, so be honest! Please tell me what you think here and in the comments. I enjoyed making this.

WC: 1162 ish

Today I woke up knowing a few things: I have bad luck sometimes, I have an amazing golden retriever named Ginger, and today was a wonderful day to go play with her. As Ginger and I were walking, we stopped momentarily so that I could make sure that we were at the right park. When we continued to walk, I looked around the small park and noticed how many people were at the dog park today, some with dogs, a few with other people around them, and people just enjoying the early summer evening.

After walking for a little while, I had finally found the place that I deemed the perfect spot on top of a small hill. I dropped my stuff onto the cool grass, and with that, we were ready to relax.

My dog stood up, giving me the cutest face, and while looking at her, I decided to play a game of fetch with her. I let Ginger off her leash, and she ran circles around me. I found a ball deep inside my bag, and I showed it to her. I threw it up and down in my hands to get used to the weight of it. It was a lightweight, gray ball with the Kong logo on it, opposed to the normal red that they normally sell.

“Ok, go get it baby,” I said excitedly. Having seen no one near me, I thought it’d be ok for my dog to run around off the leash, but unfortunately, like I had said, I have horrible luck.

Suddenly, a tall man with gorgeous honey eyes adorned with glasses walked out of nowhere, and ended up being tackled by my frightened dog, making the both of them fall down the small hill. I ran over to the man and, in doing so, ended up tripping in the process, falling down the hill with them. As soon as I stood up, I rushed to apologize, but I was interrupted by the mysterious man.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry," the man heaved, clutching his chest. "I didn't see you there. Are you ok? You took quite a fall!”

“Am I ok?" I laughed. "Are you? You just got tackled by my dog and you’re asking me if I’m ok?”

This whole situation seemed comical to me, but knowing my luck, it was bound to happen at some point in time. I found it ironic how he was apologizing to me, when it was clearly my fault.

“Well, you fell down the hill running after us!” The man pointed out.

“You have a fair point,” I agreed.

What’s your name? I want to properly apologize.”

“My name is Dr.- Dr. Spencer Reid, but you can call me Spencer. You don’t have to worry about the Dr. part. Are- Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked in a small panic

“I am so sorry, Spencer! My name is Y/N! Yes I’m sure that I’m ok! You’re the one who fell because of me, and of course my graceful dog,” I said sarcastically.

“Is there anything I can do to make this situation better?” In my head I was hoping that he’d ask for my number or for us to go out somewhere sometime, but knowing my luck, and how bad it can be, it was highly unlikely.

“Well, yes, actually. You can give me your number, only- only if you’d like to of course! We could go out for coffee sometime? Or we could go for a walk in a park? Maybe even with your dog,” he said with a small smile.

“Really? Sure! Here I’ll give you my number.”

I pulled a piece of paper out of my bag, and wrote my number on it. He looked happy as I handed it to him. His smile was gorgeous

“Um- okay. Would you like to talk to me for a little while? I came here alone, and now that I’ve realized that, it makes me feel a little awkward, but I’m warning you that we might get interrupted. I work for the FBI, and if they call I need to go.”

“Wow. You’re a doctor, and you work for the FBI!”

“I’m not a medical doctor! I have three phDs, I can read 20,000 words per minute, and I have an IQ of 187,” he said sadly, as if he’d gone through this conversation before many times.

“Wow. So you’re like a genius then, huh,” I said as I put Ginger back on her leash.

“I don’t believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified, but yes I’m a genius, by societal standards at least,” he said with a sad smile.

“Can I ask you a couple questions while we’re talking? I know it might seem a little strange since we just met, and I don’t want you to think I’m crazy or anything, but I think you’d be the only person I know who would be qualified to answer, and you seem like a very interesting person.” I asked with a small smirk

“Um, sure! Now, what were the questions?” He responded happily.

“Well first of all, do you have any clue why my dog tackled you? She normally doesn’t do that without a reason, and I want to know if I can somehow prevent this.”

“Well, you have a golden retriever, and the breed is very well known for being friendly, and I’m a complete stranger who entered in unannounced, so it’s natural that Ginger here would want to defend you,” he explained.

“You said that you had a couple questions, and that was only one. What’s the other one?” He said in a puzzled tone of voice.

“Do you know if bad luck is real?” I questioned.

“Well scientifically speaking, there is such a thing as luck, and there are things that you can do to change it. And it depends on how you are as a person as to how you define luck, either good or bad.” He answered quickly.

“So I do have bad luck?” I asked, with a frown on my face.

“I did not say that, however, statistically, depending on your personal definition of quote unquote bad luck, then yes and no, yes you do have bad luck, but at the same time, you could not have bad luck. I’m- I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“You are, but I find it quite cute. So, tell me, Dr. Spencer Reid, how can I change my luck?”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #mgg oneshot #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #mgg #first fic #new writer #please be nice

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hp-imagines-07 · 4 years

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Only You

Sirius Black x Fem!Gryffindor!MuggleBorn!Reader

Universe: Harry Potter; The Marauders era

Type: fluffy and ANGST (but with a happy ending, u'll love it, i swear)

Summary: [y/n] and Sirius' relationship is in danger... the request really

Request: YES|no - "Great so the idea I had was a Sirius x reader - regulus threatens the reader and says he will hurt Sirius or whatever if reader doesn’t break up with him . the reader doesn’t tell anyone and don’t listen to begin with then something happens so she feels she has no choice . Sirius is suspicious since lily told him that the reader said he is the one and also the fact she is avoiding everyone . Find out about it when they see regulus threaten reader and then Convinces the reader to get back together. Also the reader is muggle born." @rebsx thank you for the perfect request, hope you cry with me at the sad parts

Prompt: xxx

Warnings: cursing probably, heartbreak in slowburn(?) and threats maybe

Song: xxx

Word Count: 5.6K (i can't believe it's this big, i swear it wasn't my intention)

Posted: 28th of September 2020

A/N: i'm sorry that i took so long to write it... but i really hope you like it as much as i loved it (probably my best work until now)

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"See you after Charms, my love." Sirius says and kisses [y/n]'s forehead, before pecking her lips and walking away to his next class. She just smiles to herself and starts to walk up the stairs to the Fat Lady Portrait, going to spend her free period reading a book or doing nothing alone in the common room.

Having free periods like this are the worse, [y/n] can't even spend time with her boyfriend or any of her friends because she was the lucky one to have a free period on the last class of Wednesday while all of them were on Charms together.

As she was getting to the next staircase, it decided to change with all of the other ones. Her eyes rolled when the entrance of the Gryffindor common room just got more and more distant, and then she saw something weird...

Slytherins. Wait, not just ordinary Slytherins or one of the ones she shares tables at Potions, but Blacks. Regulus was in front of the other ones, walking down the stairs with Narcissa and Bellatrix just behind him. All that [y/n] was wishing was that the stairs they were while staring at her, wasn't going to meet with the one she was at. But luck wasn't by her side.

[y/n]'s hands held her up by holding the handrail at her right when the stairs stopped moving - even after 6 years, she couldn't get used to it - and her eyes founded the three Slytherins at the same staircase as her, going down the stairs with light steps that she wouldn't be able to listen if she wasn't looking at them.

'What in bloody hell would a Slytherin be doing at this part of the castle?'

[y/n] shook her head and all the weird thoughts went directly to the back of her mind, where they should stay and never get out. Her feet started to bring her up the long stairs she still had to walk to get to the common room and even with her huge and heavy bag filled with books of all the classes [y/n] had today, her legs were moving fast. It was probably the need to stay away from a few people that just hated her existence and stay in a safe place, but just maybe...

As they walked straight to each other, [y/n] could feel her heart beating at her throat and ears, chills going up and down her arms and legs, and a weird feeling in the deepest part of her heart. Her gut was screaming to her that something was off and that she should get to the common room as fast as her legs could take her up the almost infinity stair.

And with the fact that the unique people that she could see all around her were the Black cousins, [y/n] knew they were up to something. And just the thought that they were up to something while looking at her, made her hands cold and sweat and her knees feel weak.

As they finally got to each other, Regulus just took his hand out of his pocket and stopped you with a warning hand in front of your chest without even the need to touch you. [y/n]'s face turned towards them and the three of them were already looking at her with their characteristic expressions.

Regulus had one of his eyebrows raised and the corner of his lips that, if you squinted your eyes really hard, you could notice that it was a little upwards in a sly smirk. Narcissa had her serious face, without the slightest of emotion letting through her face, and even her eyes were as deep as the end of a maze can be. And Bellatrix had her wide smile, that could stay in any child's worst nightmares, with her big eyes as wide as her smile was.

"Uhm, hello?" [y/n] said with a delicate voice, just above a whisper, but even this low, she showed confidence. It doesn't matter if the girl was dying on the inside, she would never let anyone - especially them - know that they got under her skin. Never...

"We need to have a little chat with you, sister-in-law." It was Regulus strong and deep voice that cut the insides of her ears in fear with his sarcasm while using the nickname.

"Spill." Sirius' girlfriend said and crossed her arms across her chest, in a position of authority while she pretended to not notice Bellatrix's eyes that went directly to her bobs and the way the girl was shifting on her foot.

"The thing is that it's kinda complicated what I have to say to you. But it is an order from my parents, so I will have to say it in any way..." Regulus started and [y/n]'s left eyebrow raised without her even think about it and her right hand moved to put his hand down. "So, I need you to break up with my big brother."

The words seemed so funny that [y/n] tried she really tried to not laugh at it, but a chuckle got out from the back of her throat as the sentence hit her.

"Excuse you?"

"I am serious. And I didn't want to get in details, but my mother says that you are a terrible influence for Sirius and that you can't date him." Regulus explained to [y/n] but her head just shook in disbelief.

"Look, I'm so sorry to disappoint you. But if you think that I'm going to break up with the boy I love, all of you are dumber than what I thought you were." [y/n] said and started to walk upstairs again, just wanting to go back to her dorm or the common room and read the book Remus gave to her last weekend. "Thank you for your attention, but I won't."

"Ok, do whatever you want to do," Regulus said and his cousins looked at him with surprised faces, probably not expecting the way he accepted [y/n]'s decision. "But I should warn you that, my mother's orders were to do something with Sirius if you just decided to not listen to us. And that's what I will do." Your body froze five steps upwards the one he was in and four from the girls. "So, I am giving you until Friday. You have two days to break his little heart, or we will hurt him physically and we won't hesitate."

[y/n] gulped loudly with the words of the brother of her boyfriend and felt her fingers starting to shake. No, they wouldn't do this to Sirius... His own family? No, they couldn't. Right?

The thing was that she didn't know the answer and was afraid to find out.

Friday.

It was finally Friday and [y/n] didn't have the guts to break up with Sirius. She just couldn't.

And since the threaten, she has had a billion eyes to look out for Sirius. Every single second that he was away from her, she was worried sick about him, and all of their friends noticed the way that [y/n] couldn't stay mere seconds without her boyfriend, or she would start to freak out and look for him at every corner of the castle. [y/n] got paranoid when it was still Thursday.

And now, at her last class of Friday, she couldn't bring herself to change her gaze from Sirius to the professor, neither pay attention to the new subject. Lily's eyes were focused on her since the start of class, but [y/n] didn't even notice the redheaded strong gaze on her. And it was worrying Lily.

As the professor dismissed everyone, Lily ran behind [y/n] like a lost puppy, that was already outside the classroom looking around her like a mad man.

"Hi, babes. Can I talk to you?" Lily's voice was the sweetest she had ever heard but [y/n] still jumped scared with the sudden voice.

"Sorry, I can talk right now..." The other girl said and tried to turn around and run - probably to Sirius - but before she could breathe a little bit far from her best friend, Lily held her wrist and didn't say a word while she brought [y/n] to another corridor, an empty and quiet one. "What are you doing, Lily? I said I can't talk right now!" [y/n] hissed at her but Lily just rolled her eyes at the stubborn girl.

"Look, you've been acting weird since your free period on Wednesday, but today you're looking like you're paranoid. What's going on?" Lily asked with an expression of empathy and held both of [y/n]'s hands on hers, softly caressing her best friend's hands with her thumbs. "You can tell me."

[y/n]'s shoulders started to relax under her friend's warm touch, she felt her tense forehead starting to release of this tension and her vision being blurred by tears as she realized what she had gotten into. "I- I..." She didn't know how to tell for Lily about what [y/n] have been feeling lately, it was just too much to take care of alone. And then she let herself open up to her best friend, because if there was anyone that would listen to [y/n], was Lily. "I don't know how to say this, but-" Her weak voice was rudely stopped with a loud noise coming from a corridor close to the one they were on.

'Sirius!'

[y/n] ran away from Lily as fast as her legs could take her tired body from all the sleepless nights since Wednesday and the redheaded one followed just behind her friend with plenty question marks flying around her head.

As they got to the corridor, there were confused, scared and disgusted people with what was happening. [y/n] excused herself and passed through everyone that was on her way to the middle of the circle while people sent her rough looks.

When [y/n]'s eyes met Sirius, she felt the air finally coming back to her lungs, the color of the world coming back to her vision and the control of her moves coming back to her brain, with the view of Sirius completely fine.

"Oh, my Godric Gryffindor. What happened?" Lily's voice beside [y/n] brought her back to reality and she noticed Peter with a broken arm, just at Sirius' left.

"W-We don't know..." Remus said and fell on his knees to help Wormtail to stay up, when he noticed no one was going to help him, he looked around with raised eyebrows. "A little help here?"

James and Sirius didn't wait a second to help their friend in need and in a few seconds all of you were taking Peter to Madam Pomfrey.

[y/n] and Lily were holding Peter's broken arm in the air, so it wouldn't hurt any more with any touch or sudden move, while James carried Peter by his left side, Remus by his right and Sirius was guiding them while holding Peter's waist to make sure he wasn't going to fall.

"Don't worry, Wormtail. You're not going to die." Sirius said joking and just James laughed.

"What? I'm gonna die?"

"Nah, don't worry about it, Pete. It's just a broken arm." James said back but Peter's eyes just got bigger and as he turned his eyes to look at his arm, Remus put one of his hands on his friend's eyes before he could look at his arm in a position that it shouldn't be. Well, if looks could kill, Prongs would be six feet underground just by the glance Moony gave to him. "Sorry..." He whispered back and focused on trying to hold Peter on his feet.

As soon as Madam Pomfrey saw them, she thanked for their help, said that what they did was smart - bringing Peter to her directly and not trying to solve this by themselves - and asked for all of them to wait outside.

"My love," Sirius called [y/n] the same moment the both of them stepped out of the room. "can I talk to you for a second?" He asked and she just nodded as an answer while he held her hand in his and brought her to as far as they friends couldn't hear them. A second before Sirius could open his mouth to say what he wanted, [y/n] jumped on him.

Her arms hugged his neck and her forehead rested on his shoulder, it took a little bit to Sirius understand what was happening but not even a second after, he hugged her back with such as love and caring as she was.

He couldn't actually understand what was happening and even with [y/n/n] loving to hug him at all the times she could, Sirius knew there was something else there. "Hey, what is all this for?" He asked a few seconds later in the embrace and when he felt [y/n] starting to release her tight grip on him because of his question, his arms just held her body closer to his (if that was possible).

"I don't know... I was just worried that you were the hurt one." [y/n]'s voice was just above a whisper and Sirius felt his heart clench with the worry and sadness on her delicate voice.

"Well, I'll just let you worry because it was almost me.." Sirius trailed off and [y/n] felt her whole world stop as she sank the words in. She raised her head to look on Sirius' eyes and hoping to find that little glow from when he was joking or pranking someone. But it wasn't there. "The spell hit Peter because he accidentally stumbled and ended up in front of me..."

Oh, no...

"Sirius... I need to tell you something." That was it, [y/n] was going to tell him how his family was threatening her to break up with him or they would hurt him. This was going to end now. But then she saw him. [y/n] saw Regulus behind a group of people looking at her like he could read her mind - well, maybe he could... He knew she was going to tell Sirius about it. But she couldn't, or they would hurt him. "I-I-I..." She looked back at Sirius' gorgeous face, filled with love and empathy towards her. [y/n] couldn't do it. When her eyes looked at her feet she did it... "Sirius, I-I want to b-break up..."

Three days, eight hours, twenty-five minutes and ten seconds.

It's been three days, eight hours, twenty-five minutes and eleven seconds since [y/n] broke up with Sirius.

And they couldn't be worse without each other.

Neither of them left their dorm room for the weekend and if it wasn't for James and Lily, they wouldn't have eaten anything in those two days. Remus was starting to actually worry about Sirius and Marlene was worried like crazy about [y/n]...

But the problem was that, even Sirius was talking to his friends that he didn't know what to do without her, [y/n] wasn't...

She closed the curtains of her bed the second she sat at the bed but even after three days, eight hours, twenty-six minutes and four seconds, she didn't open it. And she wasn't going to until she could keep them closed.

The first night was torture to all of her friends. [y/n] tried, she really tried, but the loud and agonizing sobs were coming out of her in any way... She cried for the whole night all by herself. On the first ten minutes, Lily, Marlene and even Alice were trying to find a spell to open her curtains so they could help her friend and hold her, but nothing seemed to work.

After a while, they all went to their beds and when they thought she was going to stop crying, with a couple of seconds in silence, [y/n] wasn't able to hold it and she started crying harder. Marlene was silently crying on her bed with her face on her pillow, Alice went to her dorm and Lily tried to stay, but she couldn't take it, so she went to James' room. When she got there, Sirius bed was empty and they were all sleeping, Lily felt bad by coming here but as she turned around to walk away, James stopped her.

Anyone had ever seen Lily cry so much because of something...

Marlene was the unique one on the room with [y/n], she even thought of going somewhere else just to not listen to her best friend cry on that way, but she couldn't let her alone there.

[y/n]'s heart was aching like it was never before. Her first heartbreak, when her family forgot her birthday, when Sirius appeared with scars after summer break... Nothing compared to this moment where she had to hold herself while crying because she had a broken heart that would never be fixed again, and it was all her fault.

Well, that's what she was telling herself. Even with [y/n] wanting to stop thinking about anything - because literally had a way to get to Sirius Orion Black -, her brain was repeating like a mantra that it was happening because she wasn't the perfect girl for him.

While Sirius was bad...

Oh, the boy was heartbreak.

But he didn't want to think much about it, because he was still so confused about how everything just seemed to have collapsed after just a blink.

Because it felt like it, a second he was holding her and then he blinked and she broke up with him... All Sirius wanted was to understand what made [y/n] break his heart the way she has done, but he couldn't.

First of all, he could remember pretty well of when he was worried about her breaking up with him last month (when she was just doing a surprise for him) and Lily told him about how [y/n] said once how she knew he was the one. The one she wanted to be engaged with, married, live together, have kids with and have the happily ever after.

Lily also told him how [y/n] loved Sirius more than anything in this entire world and how she would do anything for him... So, it didn't fix it.

And he also thought about everything his brain could possibly think of that could be in any way a reason for her to break up with him and he wasn't understanding why nothing fixed!

Because even when [y/n]'s mouth was telling him she wanted to break up, her eyes couldn't even look inside of his and Sirius was able to read her better than a book. He saw by how her shoulders were down that she was already depressed before finishing her sentence, the way she started hyperventilate that she was trying to not cry in front of him, how her voice was failing on the middle of the words that she was holding down her sobs, the way she was nervously playing with her own fingers, her trembling lower lip, eyes that were screaming how she loved him... Everything was telling him that she didn't want to do it.

So, why did she?

That was the question that was haunting his thoughts since the first second he took to think about what had happened there.

Sirius thought that staying at the Astronomy Tower would help him to think about it, just like it had always helped [y/n] to study, but nothing was helping him...

Then he got frustrated with all of this bullshit. All he had to do was talk to [y/n], right? Then she would explain to him what actually happened and everything would be alright again because they would get back together and be happy just like they were.

And, while Sirius was thinking about what he was going to say to [y/n] so she would explain everything to him, Marlene, Lily and Alice woke up really early and ran to Professor McGonagall's classroom. If there was someone with more experience in heartbreaks than the girls and that would be willing to help [y/n] was Minerva.

It wasn't a lie to anyone that [y/n] was one of her favourite students - but if you ever told this to McGonagall, she would deny - and she would be happy to help.

So, when the girls explained to her why [y/n] wasn't there at class, why she also wasn't on the great hall for meals and how she was trying to stay distant from everyone, Minerva went right away with the girls to their dorm to check up on [y/l/n].

The same second the professor passed through the Fat Lady portrait, all the students at the common room during their free period looked at McGonagall like she was an alien inside of Hogwarts, maybe it was because she was supposed to be teaching Transfiguration to fifth years, but just maybe...

As they got close to the dorm's door, Marlene - that was the last one to leave - noticed that [y/n]'s sobs had finally stopped and all that they could hear were soft sniffles, heavy breathing and her bed creaking as [y/n] moved around to find a comfortable position that she hadn't been on the last days.

When the girls opened the door for Minerva, the first thing she noticed was the spell around the girl's bed so no one would bother her and if it was in another situation, the professor would be proud of her by such a well-done spell.

[y/n] was crying in a typical way without tears. Because there weren't any more tears to fall from her eyes.

"How long has it been?" Minerva asked while looking at the girls beside her that just shrugged her shoulders.

"Three days..." [y/n]'s raspy voice came out as a whisper but was stopped by a quiet sob. "Three days, ten hours, seven minutes and third-six seconds."

All the girls (and the woman) in the room felt their hearts clench with [y/n]'s hurt voice and how she knew exactly the time that had passed since the breakup. McGonagall, with just a shake of her wand and a whisper under her breath, made the spell open [y/n]'s curtains and in just a second they saw [y/n] wearing Sirius' quidditch jersey and her arms tightly holding one of her pillows to her chest as her legs tried to get closer to herself. She looked so vulnerable there, sitting alone at her bed, with swollen and red eyes...

Lily could feel that, if Sirius saw her like this, he would go back in time and make her sit at the right table on Potions Class, so she would never see how he was struggling with the potion, she would never have helped him to do it and they would never fall for each other.

Marlene was the fastest one to jump on [y/n]'s bed and hold her like their both lives depended on it.

Her soft arms wrapped around her best friend's body as [y/n]'s arms begrudgingly let go of her warm pillow, soon wrapping around Marlene's neck and gold blond hair. A single tear feel from [y/n]'s left eye, softly laying on her friend's shoulder.

Lily and Alice followed Marlene just right behind her and the three girls held their friend as close as they could. Minerva couldn't hold back the little smile that appeared on her face while seeing the girls caring so much about each other.

"Miss [y/l/n], I think you should get ready for your next class." McGonagall said softly and all the girls looked at her. [y/n] looked at her favourite professor with a grateful glance, that Minerva answered with a little nod.

The girls helped [y/n/n] get dressed, but even with her friends helping her, the girl just didn't seem to say anything to them about what happened between her and Sirius... But they knew that she was going to share with them every detail of her thoughts as soon as she was ready, and they just couldn't push it, even if they wanted to - which they didn't.

Sirius had been looking everywhere for [y/n].

Since he decided what he wanted and needed to say to her, Sirius ran downstairs from the Astronomy Tower and started to look for her at the corridors, classrooms, bathrooms, basically everywhere she could be, he had looked for.

His right hand went through his dark black locks in frustration as he looked around himself to see if he could grab a glimpse of [y/n]'s gorgeous [y/h/c] hair or anything that would make his mind scream to him that she was there and he should talk to her. But not even a red, gold blond or almost-white blond from any of the girls to give him some kind of hope that the love of his life could be any close to him.

All he noticed was a jet black hair, just like his, being followed by two other long dark hair. Regulus, Bellatrix and Narcissa. "What?" Sirius muttered to himself under his breath as he saw three of his family members walking to the staircases that led to the Gryffindor common room but the exact opposite way to the Slytherin one, with narrowed eyes...

Sirius didn't need to read minds to know that something was wrong. Something was telling him that he should go after them, that nothing good could come from it. So he did.

Sirius' black boots were tapping the castle floors through the crowds of students as silently as he could to not be seen by his family relatives as he followed them at the corridors. He was feeling like one of the spies from the muggle movies [y/n] had showed him before while hiding behind people, pillars, trash cans and anything he could use to not be noticed.

And then, the trio suddenly turned on an empty corridor, almost filed with fully darkness and Sirius stopped on the right side of the entrance to the hall. Just as he looked at it, Sirius felt his eyes shine with the beautiful sight that [y/n] was to his eyes. She didn't need much to be stunning...

'Wait...' He's thoughts stopped on the second that the reality fell upon him. 'Why are my brother and cousins talking to my girlfr-, ex-girlfriend, on a empty hall? And why does she look so scared?'

"[y/l/n]..." Regulus said and stopped in front of her, blocking her way and the light vision Sirius had of her.

"Look, I did exactly what asked me to, ok? Just let me be..." She snapped back with a trembling and weak voice that made Sirius want to run and just hold her in his arms again.

"We know and I just came here to say that my mother would be thankful for your help... If you weren't a mudblood, you know." Regulus said and Sirius' forehead frowned with anger and confusion. 'My mother asking [y/n/n] for a favor?'

"I didn't do it because your mother asked me to, I just broke up with Sirius because you were up to hurt him if i didn't do it. So, shut up because I don't need your mother's 'thank you's or anything else that comes from her." [y/n] said while poking Regulus' chest. "You should bother someone else with your puppies."

[y/n] passed through them, hitting her shoulder with Regulus' left one and Sirius felt like there was a light bulb above his head being turned on. It all finally made sense, the way that [y/n] didn't want to break up with him, the way she was worried sick with him the whole week, the way she almost freaked out when she thought that the spell hit Sirius and not Peter... And it was all his family's fault.

Sirius didn't know what to do to fix this hugeous mess that was happening just under his nose, but he knew that he needed to take his family threats and intentions far from him and his love before he went to talk to her.

He silently thanked Godric Gryffindor when [y/n] went to the other side of the corridor and didn't notice him there, eavesdropping on their serious conversation. Sirius would take care of this talk with her later...

Just when Regulus started to walk out of the scary corridor, Sirius stopped in front of his little brother, that nervously gulped loudly with the sight of the last person who should hear about their mother's plan.

"You know I love you, Reg. And I know it's not your fault, but if I ever see you talk to [y/n] again, you'd wished you never listened to mother for once." Sirius said calmly. "And don't forget to tell her that there's no way I'm gonna let this girl go, I love her more than anything in this entire world and any of you will take her away from me."

Sirius turned around and walked away from a scared and disappointed - with himself - Regulus and ran to find the unique girl who could make him do those crazy things and don't regret anything after...

Sirius even felt himself starting to hit a few people while he tried to pass through the slow people walking around but he didn't bring himself to stop and care about them while he had to look for her as fast as he could. His heartbeat was in an almost impossible speed, his hands sweating and lightly trembling with anticipation, his mind running around the whole castle while his body was trying to follow his thoughts... Until he saw her.

His whole world froze and all he could see was [y/n] calmly walking to her next class, just like everyone else around her - who his eyes didn't bother to focus or pay attention to. All Sirius was seeing was [y/n].

And before he could notice his movements or think of what he would do when he got to her, his legs were bringing him the closer he could get to her. And, when he thought that the world wasn't moving already, Sirius felt everything else disappear when [y/n] turned around by his hand touching her shoulder.

[y/n] have never looked more gorgeous to him before...

Even with the sore eyelids, the dark bag under her eyes, her without-life skin, her pale lips, her tired eyes and the frown on her forehead when her eyes captured the sight of him... [y/n] couldn't be anymore gorgeous even if she wanted to.

"Sirius?" Her surprised and confused whisper fell upon dead ears as Sirius grabbed the sides of her face and glued his lips on hers.

They've done it so many times before, but after passing days thinking that they would never do it again, made it as special as the very first time, two years ago, in their fourth year.

[y/n] didn't kissed back in the first seconds, but she didn't pull away neither. [y/n] knew she shouldn't, actually, she couldn't do it, but she just couldn't bring herself to stop it and pull away from Sirius' touch. And in a few seconds, she felt her whole body melt onto the kiss as [y/n] finally kissed him back.

Sirius felt a wave of relief pass through his body as it was a shock while [y/n] felt all her organs burning from inside out. At that moment, neither of them knew how they survived the last three days, fifteen hours, forty-three minutes and six seconds without feeling each other's touch.

Sirius' hands fell from her face to her waist like there was the place they belonged to and [y/n]'s hands ran in the direction of his dark hair, getting lost in there like it was the maze she was used of going every single day.

When [y/n] felt her mind dizzy with one of the best kisses they ever shared, she separated her lips from his, but just enough for them to be felt almost touching, their foreheads touching and their hot breathes mixing.

"Sirius, wh-" [y/n] started, but before she could keep going, Sirius abruptly interrupted her.

"I know the truth." [y/n] could have opened her eyes wide as a fish if they weren't glued closed with tiredness. "And I don't care. They took a lot from me, but they're not taking you, just over my dead body..." Sirius said and took a breath to keep going. "I love you, I want you. I only care about you. I don't care about what they think is right for me, because it's you. Only you, [y/n]."

"I love you too, Siri." That was all that [y/n] could let out with a trembling voice but with the biggest certain that she ever had about anything in this world.

They needed each other and nothing would be on their way to happiness and love.

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+ bonus: (Sirius' letter to his mother)

Dear Mother, hope you and father are going well, even if you don't care about me. I think you heard from someone (probably Reg) that your master plan wasn't so good and it didn't work out... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if you think I'm ever going to stay away from [y/n]. I love her more than I've ever loved anything in this world and I don't care about her blood status - which just makes me love her more. I think you won't understand me because your marriage wasn't pretty much your choice, but all I'm asking you is to let her alone. Every single choice I've done until now were decided by me, and anyone else should take the consequences for it. If you ever have a problem with me, I don't want you to make Regulus do your dirty little job, I want for you to talk to me. Thank you for reading so far and I won't be coming home anymore, neither receiving any letters from you. So, enjoy this picture of me and my gorgeous girlfriend, being happy on a beautiful sunset, just the two of us. I love her and only her, hope someday you'll understand that she's an amazing woman and deserve all the happiness and love the world can give her. Goodbye, mother... Sincerely, Sirius Orion Black.

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The Last Thing Left (Zemo x F!Reader) 3/9

If it wasn’t so painfully ironic (and hilarious to watch,) Helmut would find the relationship between Sam and James a little sad.

Ghosts weren’t enough to hold two people together.

While they wait for Torres to locate Donya Madani, Zemo brings Sam and Bucky to the home he once shared with you.

You reunite and he reflects upon his relationship with you (his wife's friend and his friend's wife) and your journey from being people with mutual friends to partners.

Chapter 3: Sam and Bucky try to understand your relationship with Zemo. It isn't complicated, but he remembers a time when things very much were.

Angst, various mentions of death & mourning, Zemo's wife's name is Heike because of comics. The reader likes waffles (this is a non-negotiable fact)

Note: Main Character is neutral in most regards, but the story was written with my own cultural background in mind. (In other words, I won't say what she looks like but I envision her as being black.)

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A fresh breeze filters in through an open window, swaying the room as Helmut’s words take root.

“Partner?” Sam leans forward in curiosity. “You mean like a life partner or a partner in crime?”

“Yes,” is Helmut’s unhelpful reply. He sends you a conspiratorial smile, one you return with a roll of the eyes.

“Helmut and I are engaged in a… civil partnership,” you explain, “for legal reasons.”

“Amongst other things,” he adds.

“Yes, amongst…other things.” A deep honey-like scent wafts into the room from the kitchen as you share a fleeting glance, a private moment despite the scrutiny of James and Sam. You must have put on a pot of tea.

“That should have been in the reports,” James narrows his eyes and examines the room carefully. “Why doesn’t anyone know about you?” Despite his position on the other wall, he angles his body toward Sam, ready to defend against any traps you might spring.

"Well…" you tilt your head in contemplation, "there was a significant delay in the processing of our paperwork. Nothing was documented until after Helmut’s prosecution."

"How much of a delay are we talking about here?" Sam asks, turning his assessing gaze toward Helmut as if to ask, ‘did you do something?’

"Around—what was it, Helmut? A year and a half?"

"18 months," he agrees. “Our paperwork seemed to have gotten misplaced. It's so difficult to find reliable lawyers these days.”

Sam didn’t seem to believe him.

"I'm his spouse on all official records,” You cut in before either of the two to speak, “but I'm sure you understand why privacy is important to me.” When he testified to his crimes, he made it clear that he had no accomplices and the investigation proved the same. The lawyer ‘misplaced’ the paperwork long enough for public interest in his case to die.

You didn’t need that sort of public scrutiny.

Sam seems to agree.

“We would never compromise your safety,” He assures you. He has his own family, people he loves with targets on their backs. He thinks of them as he addresses you.

The teapot whistles in the background.

“Thank you.” You smile and excuse yourself from the room. “The tea is ready.”

Helmut wants to pull you back to him, but he settles on meeting your gaze as you make a hasty retreat through the archway.

You’re gone all but a few seconds before James begins to speak.

"OK Zemo,” He says, his voice low and threatening, “it's about time you tell us what's going on—your partner? Really?"

"I’ve no reason to lie, James—but perhaps you’re not used to honesty,"

“Not from you," James lurches forward like a beast seeking prey. He glares down at Helmut, a mere arm's length from Helmut’s chair.

Helmut doesn't doubt Jame's violent intent, but he isn't particularly afraid. He settles back in his chair, moves his hands along the length of the arms, and brushes a thumb across the cool metal of the gun strapped beneath.

"Simmer down, Buck.” Sam lifts his hands. “This is weird enough as it is.”

James hesitates but relaxes his defensive stance.

"She doesn't seem to like me and Sam," James continues, reclaiming his position on the wall. “I don’t plan on waking up with a knife in my back.”

“She would never do such a thing, it's far too messy." Unbothered by their altercation, Helmut rises from his chair. He moves toward the bay window and liberates a copy of Arsène Lupin, gentleman-cambrioleur , from the floating shelf.

Before James can say whatever it is he wants to say, Sam intervenes once again.

“What I think he means is, 'how do we know we can trust her?'”

"You won't come to harm under her care, you have my word."

His word.

James scoffs at the mere suggestion. Trust isn't something that exists between them and it never would.

But the air is so thick with tension and he can hear the unspoken words that linger in the air: ‘What about your late wife?’

So Helmut flips through the book absentmindedly, stopping at a dog-eared page.

“My companion,” he begins to explain, “she was my wife's dearest friend.” He glances up from the pages of the book to meet Sam’s gaze. “She lost her husband when your friends made Sokovia into a battleground so I found it prudent to ensure her wellbeing.”

They're quiet—finally—and Helmut finds their discomfort pleasing.

Turning his attention back to the book, he reads a line you underlined.

'Quel dommage que je ne sois pas un honnête homme!' What a pity that I am not an honest man!'

“Would you like some honeybush tea?” Your voice cuts through the silence a few moments later. You stop at the threshold and gaze back warily gaze wary.

“I expected Helmut to be alone, but I have other drinks too.”

“The Tea is fine, thank you.” He sets down your beloved book and walks across the room to meet you. Ever so gently, Helmut coaxes the tray from your hand and sets it down on the center table.

“I made lunch as well... si comes ese tipo de cosas .” You mutter, leaving the room once again.

Helmut pours himself a cup before gesturing toward the tray.

"Please, you are guests; have a seat, enjoy some tea." Grabbing the book with one hand, Helmut returns to his favorite chair.

James doesn’t move an inch but Sam takes the seat near the window. His body sinks into the fabric with a sigh.

“Hopefully Torres finds Donya soon. I don’t want to impose for too long.”

“She really is a lovely hostess.” Helmut takes a seat and returns the book. “I intend to enjoy her hospitality while I can.”

***

At first, living with you was easy; Helmut stayed out of your way, he spent his time conducting research and it was quiet.

But the walls were thin and noise echoed through the open vents—He could hear you crying late at night.

He wanted to help, but he had no temporary comforts to offer. The only thing he had was his anger and his plan. You’d rest easier with the Avengers buried in the ash heap, he told himself. That day, when you hugged him, he felt as though you encroached on something, something that would break if he failed to tread lightly.

When you looked as though you wanted to talk or share a fond memory, he mentioned something about the old-fashioned décor and suggested that you change something. He bought you books from the shops he passed on the streets, jars of pigment, and blocks of clay.

He observed you, found what you liked, and got them for you.

“Thank you,” you’d say with a smile, and that was more than enough for him.

He didn’t expect you to return the favor.

But then you’d do things like make him breakfast (always with black coffee and a side of bacon, his favorite.) You’d buy pillows in the same specific shade of burgundy to accent the walls. You’d leave the paper on the kitchen island and kept a jar of honey with the tea.

And he hated you for that, for doing the things Heike would do, for sharing her habits, humor, and sensibilities.

‘Good morning, Helmut,' you would say in the morning, 'Would you like to visit the market with me?’ or, ‘Helmut, you can’t survive off coffee, aren't you hungry?’

He’d refuse you every time.

It was difficult, disappointing you, but the thought of enjoying a pleasant breakfast, or taking a stroll through the market hurt even more.

He could still feel their bodies buried beneath his feet.

So he opted for uncomfortable silence, and unsteady peace, the ghosts of your loved ones a wall between you.

Weeks went by and he continued his research. It took a while, but Helmut could see the steps of a plan unfolding in his mind.

He wouldn’t be the one to send the Avengers to their graves, he’d make them kill each other—and for that, he would need the Winter Soldier, James Buchanan Barnes.

So one day, after reading and rereading the S.H.I.E.L.D. files he managed to decrypt, he told you he was going on a trip.

“There’s business that I need to attend to.”

“You’re leaving?” You looked up from the clay you were molding. It hadn’t yet taken form, just a sad lump of grey. “For how long?”

“Not long.” He promised, “I’ll be back soon.”

But he returned two weeks later.

Exhausted, Helmut had just taken off his shoes when you walked upstairs to meet him, red power on your hands.

“Helmut! Where were you?” You demanded before you took notice of your tone, the accusation present in your voice. You amended your words quickly. “I was worried... I missed you while you were gone.”

“My apologies,” was his unsatisfactory reply, his back still turned.

When he finally turned to look in your direction, you wore a troubled look upon your face, and the look reminded him of Heike.

It was the worry of a soldier's wife, of someone waiting by the door to greet an unknown future.

“I’m sorry,” he offered, genuinely this time, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

For a moment that you would reject him. He was certain you considered doing just that, but when you didn’t move or knock away his touch, a strange sense of relief filled him.

You sighed.

"When you've gotten settled, come down for dinner.” It was an order, he realized, not a request.

"Of course." An amused smile tugged at his cheeks.

"Where did you go?" You asked, lingering by the door as he set down his bag. He wasn’t dressed for business in his drab gray jacket and worn shoes.

“I visited an auction house out east."

“An auction house?” You tilted your head and assessed his clothing again. “To bid?”

“Not exactly."

Not at all, really.

He tracked down information about an auction where fanatics were gathered to bid on HYDRA paraphernalia. He hoped to find the book that once belonged to the Winter Soldier's handler, but it wasn't didn’t exist amongst the garbage he found there.

The trip hadn't been a complete waste, however. He managed to rid the world of a few dozen agents and others who would support their cause—but he wouldn’t tell you that.

"What I hoped to find wasn't there.” He settled on saying.

“It took you weeks to do that?”

“I needed to visit Berlin as well. My family collected many cars over the generations. I’ll take you to see them one day if you like.”

Helmut had no plans to get you involved in his plan to end the Avengers, he couldn't. But he remained true to his word and joined you for dinner that night.

He helped you set the table and you ate paprikash (which, he assumed, you made for his benefit more than your own.)

"Ozenik suggested I make it," you explained. "It was never my favorite but it was fun to make."

"You did a good job."

"Thanks...I thought was time to try something new."

He agreed.

You ate dinner together the next night too, and the next, and the next night after that.

Helmut grew to enjoy the time you spent together—it was a pleasant change of pace.

Even so, he had his ‘business’ to attend to. He would still have to leave.

Sometimes he would go for hours, sometimes he’d be gone for days, and sometimes entire weeks would go by and Helmut wouldn't call or even text you.

And you were frustrated.

Once he returned home to find you painting angry red lines across what might have been an abstract swirl of blue and gray.

One evening discovered you rearranged the dining room completely.

Then one day, during dinner, you attempted to bridge the gap between you once again.

"I received a message last night," You began, "a reminder that I purchased tickets to see a play last year.” It was summer, but the season had been unusually rainy, confining you inside for most of the week. “I’d have to travel to see it but it might be fun. Would you like to see it with me?”

"I'll be gone again soon," Helmut told you. “My apologies.”

You frowned.

"I haven't even told you the date. How do you know you’ll be busy?"

"I have plenty of work to keep me busy through the end of the year." His reply hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. He didn’t even bother to look up as he continued. "If you need to travel, I'll speak with Oeznik about arranging that for you."

You looked down at your plate, sighed, and set down your utensils.

"It's fine." You told him, but it wasn't. You were angry at his rejection, at his nonchalance.

"You know...you don't need to force yourself to be here with me, Helmut." You stared directly across the table at him, meeting his gaze. "We don't have to stay together if you don't want to. I have my benefits from the veterans association now so...if there's somewhere else you'd rather be-"

"There isn't." Helmut looked at you, his eyes dark piercing. "How could you think that?"

“How could I not when I never know if you're going off to the market or leaving for weeks?” A dangerous edge crept into your voice and you didn’t bother to amend it. “What sort of 'business' are you conducting? You won't even tell me."

"You don't need to worry," he tried to assure you, but his weak appeal only seemed to make you angrier.

And that anger, your anger, frustrated him to no end.

Who were you to question what he did with his time?

Heike always understood when he was gone for longer than expected. When he returned, she greeted him with joy and relief, not accusation and scorn.

But you...he didn't know what he expected from you.

You weren’t his wife, you weren’t involved romantically. You weren't even friends, not really.

So really, what tethered him to this place?

What he planned to do was dangerous; he might not even survive. He fulfilled his promise to see after your well-being, did everything he said he'd do, and yet...and yet…

You sighed, huffed really, and gathered your plates quickly.

“I’m trying, I’m really trying but I’m tired, Helmut,” you told him. “You go and move us to this...this ritzy tourist city and what am I supposed to do? Find friends with similar life experiences? I can’t even sleep through the night and you...you just...” You take a breath as you turn away, leaving with your half-eaten plate.

“I don't... I don't fit in here.” You confess resignation carried in your voice. “I don’t think you understand that and I don’t think we’re good for each other either. ” You decided. “We’re too different. I appreciate you trying to help me, I do, but… but maybe I should leave.”

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Thanks for reading! You’ve come so far and soon you will be rewarded. Next chapter we’ll see the steps Helmut took to amend your relationship. And in the present timeline, we get to see something super cute (something that involves hand-holding, perhaps?)

Feedback is very much appreciated. Please tell me what you think!

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ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴɢs...♠| 13

⤖ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇs? Jᴜɴɢ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴜsʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ…ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

⤖ Mᴀғɪᴀ Lᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ x ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ᴀᴜ

Warnings: Smut, sexual acts, vulgar language

Another long chapter. I don’t think I’ve written smut on here before but yeah...it goes there a bit. I feel good about this chapter.

****The are A LOT of errors! Please ignore! (Word Count: 14.031K)

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I’m seated at the circular table while everyone has laughs and chuckles. Yoongi was sharing some story about Jungkook when I glanced down at my phone on the table.

It's past 1 am, and I thank the heavens that I don’t work tomorrow. I glance over at Jennie, wondering what her schedule tomorrow is. She didn’t seem to worry, making eye contact with me then showing a small smile.

I smile back, looking towards my phone again before sighing. I glanced to my side at Jungkook whose eyes were already on me.

The corner of my lips turn up in a small smile and he smiles back, but for some reason his eyes look sad. My brows furrow and I reach forward to place a hand on his shoulder.

“Everything alright Kook?” I ask softly. My voice was nearly drowned out by the chatter of those behind me, but it seemed Jungkook still heard me.

His eyes widened and he tilted his head slightly, “Yes, everything is okay noona.” He shows me another weary smile before looking towards a chuckling Yoongi. I keep my gaze on him for a short moment before looking elsewhere.

Despite the time, no one seems to be slowing. I am ready to go home. It’s been a long day and there’s nothing I’d want to do more than go home and sleep in my bed. Or...a bed...with Hoseok’s arms wrapped around me?

I chuckle to myself at my thoughts, feeling my hands itch to have Hoseok close. But, I’ve realized that we’ve been moving at Hoseok’s pace this whole time. I’m not sure if he’s aware of that but, the growth between us has certainly been at his pace.

He moves slowly. Hoseok doesn’t make a move forward if he isn’t 100% sure about it. I’ve come to the conclusion from simple observations, but I don't mind. I’m just...happy.

I stand up from my seat, grabbing my phone and walking around to Jennie’s seat. My bag was hung up on the back of her seat, and she leaned forward to let me grab it.

“You’re ready to head home?” Jungkook asked as I walked back around the table to where he sat. I nod, putting my bag’s strap on my shoulder.

“It’s getting late. I would stay longer, but I’m feeling tired” I explained. Jungkook stood up from his seat with a grunt, as if he was waiting for me to say that.

“Ok I’ll--”

“Actually--” I cut off Jungkook, but I was also cut off by Namjoon, whose tone isn't matching the playful atmosphere we were currently in.

“Jungkook, Hoseok is going to drive her home.” His words stopped the chatter in the room, drawing attention to Jungkook and I. He looked at me, before looking at Namjoon. I watched the two hold each other's gazes, Namjoon giving Jungkook a knowing grimace.

Did I miss something?

“Y-yeah,” I chime in, wanting to stop the tense interaction, “It’s okay Kook.” I look at him and smile.

“Hoseok said he’ll drive me home. Things are going well for us, so he’ll probably be driving me home from now on.” I say, beaming at the young man. Though he towered over me, in this moment he looked so small.

Is everything okay with him? Did I do something to hurt his feelings?

“Of course!” He exclaims, grinning widely. But there’s something stiff about the gesture, “See you later Y/n!” He sits down in his seat like he couldn’t wait for me to get out of his face. The action felt a bit uncharacteristic of Jungkook but I didn’t say anything else.

“Yeah,” I said softly then spoke towards everyone in the room, “I’ll see y’all later!” Everyone waves kindly and smiles. I throw a concerned look at Jungkook before heading down the hallway. I knock on the double doors and hear nothing back.

I knock once more, still no response. I slowly enter Hoseok’s office, peeking my head in, noticing the lights are dim, with a while glow from an opened macbook on the desk. Behind the open macbook is Hoseok, with his arms folded on the table and his head on his arms. He was nearly concealed by the large macbook but his hair was peak out from the side.

I walk further into the office and close the door gently behind me. I set my bag on one of the empty chairs and walked around the desk so I was right beside him. I giggled silently, watching how cute he was as he slept.

That hard look he always had was melted away. He looked so innocent. I took my phone that was still in my hand and turned on the camera, snapping a few pictures. As I was doing that, my eyes moved to the lit macbook and my eyes widened.

I stared at the desktop that was displayed. It was a picture of Hoseok and I. This is from the Charity gala, clearly a professional picture, as I didn’t take any pictures from my phone that day. We both stood close to each other and he had his arm around me. He was looking down at me, that same teasing smirk on his lips. Our faces were so close, you’d think this was an intimate moment that was happening in private.

I was looking up at him with a big smile on my lips.

Is this what we looked like that night? Oh wow. The longer I stare at the picture, the realer it looks. That was supposed to be us pretending? We need Oscars for such a performance, because nothing about that picture gives off discomfort.

The fondness in his eyes as he smirks, and the bright look on my face.

I look back down at Hoseok and set my phone on the desk, staring at his sleeping figure for a short moment. He must be tired. I know he’s tired. He seems so at ease while he sleeps, like there isn’t a single problem in the world.

I stretched my hand out, a bit hesitant before letting my fingers caress his hair slightly. I gently swipe it out his eyes before placing a hand on his shoulder. Before I could shake him awake, his eyes snapped open.

They’re alert, almost expecting to see a problem before him. He picks his head up and looks around the room before looking my way. His eyes soften, and though there is a smile on his eyes, it doesn’t hide the fondness in them.

“Hey,” His voice raspy, “you’re ready to go?” He sighs and looks at his open laptop screen before looking at me with wide eyes. It was comical, and made me giggle.

“Your wallpaper is cute.” I tease, pointing towards that screen. He wordlessly closes the laptop. Rolling his eyes at my words.

He stands up from his seat, making me step back while he pulls open a drawer and grabs some keys. It’s just now that I realize I’m going to be going into Hoseok’s personal car, which I haven’t done before. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hoseok driving a car himself.

“Where’d you get the picture?” I ask.

“Jimin emailed them to me. I don’t know where he got them from. I’ll send them to you.” He says before scratching the back of his head. He was still shaking off the sleep, and I just watched him quietly, fond of him.

“They’re still out there?” He motions towards the double doors before leaning his desk.

I nod, “Yeah, they’re out there cracking jokes and laughing. They have too much energy! I’m tired and ready to go to bed.”

I glance towards the doors and look back to see Hoseok grinning with his gaze focused on me.

“You should have come to take a nap with me, now I’ve recharged and have nothing but energy.” He mutters, his eyes moving down to my hand, which he took in his. He held my hand, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand.

He tightened his hold on my hand before pulling me closer.

“That stupid phone call ruined our moment.” He whispered while bringing his face closer to mine. His lips hovered over mine, the heat of his breath. My eyes fluttered close, expecting the feel of his lips on mine.

I waited, and nothing came. I opened my eyes to see Hoseok laughing silently while my face started to heat up with embarrassment.

“You’re so eager.” He teases, his shoulders shaky as his laughter starts to sound through the room. I glared at him, ready to pull my hand away in protest. But he wouldn’t let me, only pulling me closer in retaliation.

“You were sweetly waiting for me to kiss you. Do you want me that badly Y/n?” His tone leaned more towards jokes than the slight sexual frustration that was creeping up on me.

“Anyway!” I say trying to change the subject, “What are you doing 2 days from now?”

He laughs at my desperate attempt, “I have some meetings, but I’ll be off by 3. After that I have some guests coming to visit.”

I grew in interest, “Guests?”

“Some people who do blackmarket work for me in Japan will be stopping by. I’m moving some of them here, and talking with them about recruiting. I feel like I’m losing control of things in Japan.” He says.

“I see,” was all I could reply. I was going to ask him about going on a date, but it looks like he’ll be busy for the next few days.

“Why? What were you thinking about?”

“I was gonna say we could go for some dinner? Just before I go back to work, cause they’re going to be working me like crazy once I go back.”

“Dinner is boring, let’s do something else. Let’s go to a drive-in movie. I know a place not too far from here. They serve you in your car and everything.” He sounds kind of excited about it, so I couldn’t but be excited as well.

“That sounds great,” I agree, “You’ll be okay about us eating in your car?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” He chimes, “a car can always be cleaned.”

I only nod in agreement, before releasing my hand from his to walk around the desk and grab my bag. He follows behind me, his keys jingling in his hands as his other arm is draped on my shoulders. I wrap my arm around his waist and we step out of his office with the double doors swinging closed behind us.

“You must really like me to have a wallpaper like that?” I tease, looking up at him with a smirk.

He scoffs, looking forward as everyone at the table comes into sight.

“Oh, did you not know?” He sarcastically replies, then leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“I like you a lot.” He says.

“Good!” I exclaim, turning my head to look at him. His face was so close, that if it wasn’t for the eyes I could feel on us, I would have kissed him.

I looked away, seeing everyone at the table looking our way.

“Wow, is this what we’ll have to deal with from now on?” Yoongi scoffed, a feign look of disgust on his face.

“Hyung, you’re just jealous.” Taehyung jeered, “They’re cute together! Maybe Hoseok-hyung will become nicer!”

Laughs sound through the room, and I try to stifle my chuckles.

“I’m not a miracle worker!” I shout back, making more laughs erupt. Yet, I don’t miss the way Jungkook’s laughs were small and probably fake.

I need to make a mental note to talk to him, or I’ll ask Hoseok what’s wrong. We say our goodbyes, ignoring the playful questions of if I was really being dropped off. Hoseok only brushes them off, not minding the joking remarks, while I can only chuckle.

We walk out the building and I follow Hoseok’s lead as we only walk down the sidewalk for a few moments. The restaurants were still opened, with people still walking the streets. Some were drunks, marching around with their friends, while some were couples roaming about.

We come to a sleek and dark silver Hyundai Sedan. I couldn’t name the exact model, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Hyundai like this. Hoseok casually opens the door for me and I take my seat, gawking at the all black interior of the car.

He’d be okay with us eating in here? I’d be scared to do anything in a car like this. I leaned back in the seat, adjusting it to my liking as he walked around the car and opened the driver’s side. I plopped into the car, sighing as he closed the door.

I was still trying to figure out how I want to adjust the seat, using the buttons on the side of the door to do so. When I was pleased with the setting, I buckled my belt, watching as Hoseok started the car. Was he waiting for me to finish whatever I was doing?

The engine started, but was so quiet….I could barely hear it. It was a low and soft pur. The lights to all the buttons and interior of the car turned on and I gasped, making Hoseok look my way.

“Your car is so cool.” I gush. He takes his hands off the wheel and leans his head back into his seat. He stares at me as I run my fingers along the screen and the buttons below it.

“Why don’t you get a car?” His tone is soft, and I believe his mind is elsewhere as he speaks.

I shrug, “I don’t know. I’ll probably do that. The money from the black market surgeries have been piling up.”

“I knew you weren’t gonna do anything with that money.” He says, “you don’t need much to be happy.”

“Yup!” I agree, “I just need food, work and--” My words stop short realizing what I was about to say.

“And?” He eggs on, putting his eyes forward as he moves the car into drive.

“And you.” I practically whispered, turning to look his way. He laughs, glancing at me before making a turn and zooming down the street. It was mostly empty but that didn’t stop me from falling back into my seat.

Hoseok looks at me for a moment and I notice the car slow in speed, “Sorry.” He sounds almost nervous.

“I tend to speed.” He explains, “but if it’s scary for you, I’ll slow down.”

Most of the ride was with small conversation, and a few jokes. I found myself leaning towards him, my elbow resting on the middle compartment, with my chest resting on my chin. I don’t even notice when we pull up to my Apartment complex, watching Hoseok as he smoothly parallel parks.

The corner of his lips turn up into a smile while he forces on his parking. He can see me staring at him, my face being very close. A soft sigh leaves my lips and my heart starts to hammer in my chest.

I love him. I am in love with Hoseok and though he’s slowly opening up to me...I feel very lucky. You never know how a soulmate situation is going to unfold but things took a good turn. I am head over-heels. Anyone can see that.

Hoseok puts the gear in park and turns to look my way, one corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk. My smile widens, and I ignore the pounding of my heart in my ears. I’m hoping there isn’t a visible blush appearing in my face.

The lights from the various buttons and the screen display was all that was illuminating his face. It was a bit dark, but his features were visible the more my eyes adjusted to the darkness. His bright smile also shined through. We were sitting here smiling at each other like fools.

I watched his eyes move to my lips, his hand resting on my thigh as he scooted closer. When he couldn’t get close enough, he groaned and unbuckled his seat belt. The action was funny, so clicked off my seatbelt, and scooted till the side of my thigh was pressed against the middle compartment.

“I’ll see you later?” I whispered, staring at Hoseok through narrow eyes.

“You won’t see me till the date, I got some things to deal with.” His breath fanned over my lips.

“That’s cool. I’m going to get ready to get back to work. I might even visit Ms. Choi.” I answered.

He raised an eyebrow, “Ms. Choi?”

“That lady I told you about? The one who got into the accident?”

He thinks shortly before nodding as he remembered, “Oh right, the lady whose husband is in a coma?”

“Exactly. She’s a nice old lady who needs some cheering up. She has no kids or family, her husband is all she has left. I feel so bad for her.” I pout, “You should come visit her with me.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve mentioned you to her, and she probably wants to know who my mystery man is!”

“Your only other friend is an old lady from the hospital, and you’re eager to show her off to me? Or are you eager to show me off?”

“Whichever you think it is.”

“Oh,” He says as if he remembered something. He leans away a bit before moving his hand from my leg to my hip, “The people from my Japanese fraction are a bit more intense than the guys you’ve met, but don’t let them scare you. They won’t mess with you, and if any of them do...let me know.”

I gulped, wondering just how these people could be for Hoseok to say they’re intense. I already felt like Hoseok was an intense person, but maybe they’re intense in a different way. Probably louder? More in your face? I wonder if that’s why he feels like he’s losing control of them because of that.

“They’ll be sticking around for some time?”

“Not all of them. Some will go back to Japan, others will be set in different places in Korea. You’ll get used to their faces.”

“Okay, but--”

“There’s one more thing.” Hoseok says softly, a slight uncertainty in his voice. He frowns and bites his lip for a moment.

“What’s up?”

“There’s one member who will be coming from Japan...her name is Jisoo.” He pauses, and I can only watch him hesitate to utter his words. A woman named Jisoo?

“Since you were talking about communication, I didn’t want to leave you blind. Jisoo and I…” He trails off.

“Dated? Had a fling?” I guessed. I don’t think I’m feeling any jealousy, or any dread as he tells me this, cause we’re becoming something.

“No, nothing like that. I’ve slept with her before, and she’s developed feelings since then. But I slept with her more than two years ago and she still has a crush on me.”

My eyes moved over his face, watching him scrutinize my reaction. I only had one question and the rest didn’t really matter.

“Do you have feelings for her?”

“No.” He answers quickly, and I can only shrug in response. I smile at him and close the space between us to get him a peck. The smacking sounds as our lips separated, made me a bit embarrassed.

“Then there’s no problem Hoseok, I’m not worried.” I reassure him, kissing him again. This time a bit longer, our lips barely parting before he leaned in for another, an exhale leaving his nose as he did so. Another kiss. Another kiss. A peck. Lips opening and tongues meeting, soft whines that sneaked their way up my neck while my body felt like it was growing hot. Dangerously hot. My hand reached up to rest on his check, and my fingers tingled as they touched his skin.

The kisses were sweet, a way of prolonging the goodbye and almost a silent understanding of how our relationship has changed. We’re walking into different territory, and it’s a little scary but I’m willing to give it a try.

Though, I can’t be sure if the easy-going feeling of this transition has to do with us being soulmates, or if the yearning for each other is overshadowing the nerves.

“I need to go,” I said with heavy breaths, my words almost cut off by a peck from Hoseok. I smiled, closing my eyes as he kissed me once more.

“Yeah,” He hums, not really aware of the words he’s saying. My eyes flutter open to see his eyes on me, His gaze dripping with lust and something else? The facial expression is something I haven’t seen from Hoseok before. The gentle look left me breathless, making my only response being to stare back.

My stomach flipped as we sat there in silence, almost trying to understand the wordless message the other was giving.

I wonder if he can feel my words. I don’t have the courage to say them just yet but I’m sure he knows. Everyone knows. I like Hoseok more than he likes me, and I’m okay with that. But can he tell that I love him? Hoseok is too observant for his own good. He must know.

I gleefully drum my fingers against his cheek, “I have to go.” I whisper as if I was scared for someone to hear me.

“You work early tomorrow?” I question, dropping my hands from his check, leaning back into my seat. His eyes followed my movements, and the hot atmosphere was passing. Even the light stream of air form the AC wasn’t cooling to boiling of my skin.

“I always do,” He cracks a smile, “But my naps get me through the day.”

“That’s not healthy, make sure you get enough sleep. It’ll make your days run smoother.” I wag my finger at him as he rolls his eyes.

“We just became a couple and you’re already nagging me.” He jokes.

I gasp, faking hurt from his comment. The gasp was more to hide my surprise at his words. A couple? My heart picks up in pace, and a small shiver of joy runs through my body.

“Hey now! Don’t say that! I do not nag! I criticize while giving suggestions to follow!” I tilt my chin up with a grimace.

“So what you’re saying...you nag me?”

“Hoseok!”

“What?” He fails to suppress his laughter, “you basically described nagging! And that’s okay. Y/n.” He reaches his arm out and pats my head affectionately.

“If you think about it, you were nagging me from the first encounter? Remember on the phone when you yelled at me about not taking Jungkook to the hospital?”

I protest by brushing his hand off my head, “Now that one was valid! He could have died!”

“At the time I was thinking ‘who does this lady think she is? Scolding me like I’m a little kid.’ She must not know who she’s talking to.”

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows at him, interested in hearing his thoughts on our first encounter.

“Yup!” He popped the p. Look at the dashboard where the time was displayed.

“Head inside Y/n, you can always call me tomorrow.” He said.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” I grab my bag and set it on my lap, opening the car door and leaving it open before leaning towards Hoseok again, this time kissing his cheek. If I kissed him on the lips again, I’d let myself get wrapped up.

“Good night.”

“Good night.” I said before stepping out the car and closing the door. I walked towards the complex doors. I glance back at Hoseok. I can barely see him in the night lighting up. I turn back around and enter my complex, walking towards the elevator to get to my apartment.

When I walk in and lock the door behind me, a wave of a new emotion is washing over me. It’s unfamiliar but I can’t be sure if it’s uneasiness or comfort. It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve entered my apartment, though that’s not the case. I was here earlier today! But why does it feel like too much has happened since I stepped out my door. I was standing at the doorway, staring blankly into the nothingness.

My thoughts were moving too quickly for my body to make any action.

My phone bings, causing me to jump and dig through my bag to find it. On my screen is a text message from Hoseok.

[2:04 AM] Hoseok: Are you okay?

Before I could reply he sent another message.

[2:05 AM] Hoseok: Are you in your apartment is what I meant….

I snicker at the text before replying.

[2:06 AM] Y/N: Yes Hoseok, I got inside alright. Thank you for checking. Good night and drive safe.

I let my thumb hover over the pink heart emoji, worried that I’d look too eager. I click the blushing smiley face emotion and send the text message. I waltz into my room, ready to crash onto my bed. I toss my bag to the side and plug my phone into it’s charger.

I don’t fall asleep, letting myself get lost in my thoughts. I stare up at my ceiling, recounting the day in my head, as well as going over the schedule that was set for me when I return in a few days. I’m being put right back into surgeries.

I sigh before getting up from my bed and walking out my room to the bathroom. I take a quick shower and change into my pjs. I fall sleep the moment I lay my head on the pillow.

~!~

I hum the music playing from my speaker as I added some spices to the stew I was making. Despite staying up late, I only slept in till 11 am. I ate a quick breakfast, took a jog around the neighborhood before taking another shower to cool off. It’s now 3pm and I’m making a later lunch.

The portions are big so I’ll probably leave some for dinner. I stirred the stew a bit and lowered the heat before reaching to grab my phone from the counter. I had texts from Jennie and a few from Taehyung asking if he should make a group chat with everyone in it.

I knew the guys had a group chat of their own. They only spoke about work, and I wasn’t included in it, so I think Taehyung wanted to make a casual one. I responded, telling him to go ahead.

I reply to Jennie who is begging me to return to work because Mr. Lee is driving her crazy. I was usually the buffer between those two, seeing as they don’t get along the best.

I can only send her laughing emojis, followed by an encouraging statement.

After sending that, I bite my lip and tap my fingers against the side of my phone. I know Hoseok said he's busy today, so I’ll just text him instead of calling him. I haven’t heard from him today.

[2:37 PM] Y/n: Hey? Just checking in on you. Have you eaten?

I pressed send and set my phone down only for it to start ringing. I’m too eager to grab it and am disappointed when it’s not the name I expected.

I press answer and bring the phone to my ear.

“Hey mom!” I sing and stir the stew some more.

“Y/n! My goodness! Are you a celebrity or something? Why is it so hard to reach you?” My mom shouts. I giggle at her words, realizing I’ve been avoiding her calls.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry mom, I’ve been caught up with some things.”

“More like someone.” She says under her breath, making me stop what I was doing.

I haven’t brought up Hoseok, so is she just asking so is she just making assumptions?

“What do you mean?” I ask, bringing the spoon up to my lips to give it a taste. I put my phone on speaker and set it on the counter as my mom grumbles some unintelligible things.

“Mom?” I call out, as I grab some more spices for the stew, “I can’t hear you?”

“I saw the pictures!” She shouts at once, making my eyes widen.

“Pictures? What pictures?”

“The ones from that Charity Gala weeks ago! I went on your hospital’s website and it was there! You and that man! You look awfully close to each other.” She pressed. All I could do was sigh as she started her rant.

“How come you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend? Y/n, we used to be so close! Now you barely call! And it says he’s a wealthy businessman? How did you meet him? How is his family life? Is he a kind man? Wh--”

I cut her off, feeling like my head was going to explode if she spoke anymore.

“--Mom, mom. Please just take a breath! I will tell you. His name is Hoseok and he owns an investing company.”

She snorts at my words, and I know she’s rolling her eyes like she always does. My mom has a big personality, and she always balanced out everything because my dad is such a quiet man.

“I know that Y/n! I was able to find this out from google. Tell me something else.”

“Well…” I trail off, “He’s my soulmate.”

The shriek that she lets out could have woken my neighbors’ dogs out of their sleep, and was enough to make me lower the volume on my phone as a reflex. I hear her saying something to another person, one who I’m assuming is my dad.

His deep voice rings low in the background, his happiness nowhere near her level of excitement.

“Darling, that’s amazing! Is he a good man?” She questions.

I nod my head as if she could see me, “Yes...yes mom, he’s a great man. He’s a little stiff but he’s kind in his own way.”

“Stiff?” She repeats.

“He hasn’t dated anyone before so, he’s a little stiff when it comes to relationships.”

“Ahh!” She cooes in understanding, “That’s kind of cute. You’d think a bachelor like him would have had a lot of girlfriends!”

I open my mouth to speak but she starts again.

“Wait! He was on the 2019 list of most unattainable bachelor’s! Maybe he was really waiting for his soulmate.” She says in a dreamy tone.

“Mom, just how much research did you do on him?”

She snickers and avoids my question as my father’s voice is heard in the background.

“She wanted to make sure he was a good man! And it seems he is. Good for you, Y/n.” His voice is a little bit above a yell, telling me he was probably sitting in his favorite seat that was by the TV.

There was a long silence as I turned off the stove and grabbed some bowls.

“You’ll introduce us when the time is right.” It wasn’t a question, but rather a statement that she was confirming.

“That is right mom, you know I will.” I answered, opening the rice cooker to scoop out some rice. I spent another 30 minutes on the phone with my mom. I let her know how work has been going, leaving out that I was out sick due to injury. She caught me up on things and how my father was doing.

Everyone seems well and it let me rest easy to know everyone is alright.

I didn’t get a response from Hoseok till an hour later. I’m sitting on my bed, reviewing some medical books when my phone pings, Hoseok’s contact with the heart emojis appearing on my screen.

[4:03 PM] Hoseok: Hey. I’m fine :) I've been busy but I’ve eaten. I had an inkling that you were gonna nag me about it.

I laughed at his response.

[4:05 PM] Y/n: So what you’re saying is….that the nagging worked?

I drop the phone and go back to reading, my eyes looking over at my phone every few minutes. When he replies it’s a bit later.

[4:27 PM] Hoseok: That’s not what I’m saying at all. What have you been doing today?

[4:30PM] Y/n: Nothing! I’ve been at home all day. Reading some books and watching TV. That’s really it. Are you still at work?

[4:32 PM] Hoseok: Yeah, in a meeting.

He’s in a meeting? Should he be texting me right now? I hope it's nothing too important.

[4:34 PM] Y/n: Am I distracting you?

[4:35 PM] Hoseok: Yup.

He texts the way he speaks. I stare at the phone screen wondering if I should continue the conversation. I imagine him still in a conference room with men pointing out numbers and graphs in a presentation.He wasn’t paying attention, his eyes watching the open text conversation.

All the businessmen were aware of his disregard, but no one will raise their voice in this manner. How could they? They know better.

The image makes me giggle, and as I move my fingers to reply, he sends another message.

[4:37 PM] Hoseok: They’re not telling me anything new. I already know the numbers, and stats. It’s a formality.

[4:39 PM] Y/n: I see, so what are you doing after the meeting?

I stick my tongue out and clasp my teeth onto my tongue. A small snicker of encouragement slips out my lips and I pause, surprised and shocked by the sound. I just saw him yesterday, but will I ever get tired of seeing that handsome face of his? No. Never.

My heart is pounding against my rib cage, the rhythmic beating bringing an annoyance with it. The same feeling of an unwanted visitor knocking at your door. It felt like my nerves around Hoseok would never subside. My face till heats up, and the giddy bubbling of butterflies pushing my heart up into my neck with every kiss was embarrassing.

My awkward movements accompanied by the rigid actions reminded me of an inexperienced high schooler, trying to calculate things around her first boyfriend.

But Hoseok isn’t my first boyfriend. But he’s the first man I’ve loved. The first man I’ve craved like this. The feelings that zip around me feel so strong, I paralyze myself to keep from expressing them. I don’t want to overwhelm Hoseok. But for a man who has never hm ore than a sex only fling, he’s gentle, kind and considerate. Awkward, but still considerate.

[4:45 PM] Hoseok: Do you want to see me?

[4:47 PM] Y/n: I can only handle so much of you, Jung Hoseok. I’m just asking questions.

I add in the irritated emoji face, making the point of it being a joke clear.

[4:50 PM] Hoseok: I have another meeting. Than handling some other manners. I’ll see you on Friday though.

I get another text.

[4:52 PM] Hoseok: We’ll have to see how much of me you can really handle, princess ;) See you on friday.

Princess? Oh shit. That’s me. I'm ‘princess’. I press my hand against my chest and re-read the text before falling back on my bed. My textbook was forgotten, along with whatever plans I had for today.

Jung Hoseok isn’t as scary as he looks. Jung Hoseok is a lover boy.

~!~

It’s not your first date Y/n, so get a fucking grip. I stared at myself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of my bedroom door.

I did my hair neatly, and settled on a pastel purple top. I was long sleeve and clung closely to my skin. It was a low round neck top that was slightly cropped in length. The front was plain but the back had buttons. The bottom missing a couple of buttons, leaving some back showing. I added a silver necklace with a butterfly charm and stud earrings.

When I explained the top to Jennie she commented, “What an easy to take off top.”

I jeered at her, knowing that wasn’t the reason for picking this top. I just thought it was cute. I paired it with a fitted denim skirt. The skirt was a light denim, thankfully not the thicker and stiffer denim I see often. I topped it off with some white sneakers and a clear small hand bag.

I look cute right? I tilt my head at the person staring back at me. Would Hoseok like something edgier? My closet holds the potential for many different styles. My girly looks rarely make an appearance.

My phone buzzed from inside my bag. I checked the text to see that Jennie had pulled up in front of my apartment complex. Hoseok has been swamped with work, and asked if I could meet him at the headquarters. Yesterday, we spoke on the phone briefly, and he let me know the members from Japan had already arrived.

I’d be seeing them when I arrive at the headquarters. Jennie got off work early and agreed to pick me up. Maybe I should get a car.

When I walk out of my apartment complex I see Jennie sitting right out front, her eyes focused on her phone. It was nearly 7 and the sun was starting to set, giving a orange hue to everything outside.

Jennie looks up from her phone as I approach the car and her jaw drops. I laugh, knowing she’s overreacting. This outfit is basic.

I open the passenger and slip into the car, ignoring the look Jennie gave me as I close the door and put on my seat belt. Her open mouth gawk melting into a mouth opened smile. I look forward, knowing what’s coming.

“Y/n…” she says in a heavy tone, as if I’d done something horrible and she was about to scold me.

“Jennie, just drive.” I keep my eyes forward again, pressing my lips tight to suppress my smile.

“Y/n,” she repeats, turning her body to face me. Her eyes move up and down my body before chuckling.

“You are soooo getting fucked tonight.”

I gasp at her words, breaking my starting match with the parking meter out.

“Jennie!”

“What! I’m not wrong! Y/n, you look hot! Oh my goodness! The top is so cute! The denim skirt is so cute! All together cute! How is Hoseok gonna keep his hands off you?” She chimes. As she spoke she turned to face forward again, changing the gear into dive.

“Jennie, come on. He and I are just going to a drive-in movie and maybe some dinner after words.” I pause, “Unless he’ll think I look weird? He’d probably like me with something more edgy?”

Jennie pulls away from the curb, merging into traffic.

“He’d like you with nothing on Y/n.” She mutters.

“Enough of that Jennie.” I playfully hit her shoulder. She glances my way for one a second and looks back at the road.

“Are you a virgin?” She questions.

I sigh, “No. Unfortunately young college Y/n was swayed by a cute boy at a party.”

“So what is there to be so nervous about?” She pokes. When I don’t answer, she continues speaking.

“Hoseok is a man. He has desires! You’re just teasing him at this point! Keep messing around and you’ll become his prey.”

It’s silent for a moment before I shrug and casually mutter, “And what’s wrong with becoming his prey?”

Jennie squeals, “Yes Y/n, keep that energy! You were doing the chasing for some time, make him chase you a bit.”

She flashes me a huge smile before looking back at the road.

“You’ve still been doing the black market work?” I ask.

She nods, “Yes ma’am.”

“Have you met the crew from Japan?”

“Yeah,” She sounds a bit on edge, “They’re kinda intense, and there’s this one girl-”

“Jisoo.” I cut her off.

“Yes, her! She has an ugly air to her. She’s gets a little too close to Hoseok too.”

I nodded, “I expected that. Hoseok told me that had a thing in the past.”

“A thing?”

“Barely a thing. They slept together, but that was two years ago. She must like him.”

Jennie throws me a worried glance, “How do you feel about that?”

“I am not stressed, Hoseok isn’t an easily swayed main. I can attest to that.”

I don’t have the smallest bit of doubt in my system. Hoseok isn’t a feeble man that would let another woman move him.When we arrive to the headquarters, Jennie is answering a question I asked.

I asked her if it was weird that Hoseok went from progressing slowly to moving quickly.

“It’s not weird? Jaehyun became my boyfriend after 2 weeks. We didn’t have a struggle with getting our connection going like you and Hoseok. So don’t mind it. The average time between meeting and getting married for soulmates is 8 months.”

She places a supportive hand on my shoulder, “You spent 3 months just getting Hoseok to open up. You guys are one of the slower ones.”

She goes on about how soulmates are made for each other by the universe and how moving quickly with such a person is only because the connections are so strong. We stepped inside, passing the first door, and than the second set of doors.

She spoke quieter as we walked in, her eyes flickering to something. I pulled my eyes away from her face to see just how crowded the lobby looked today.

There were about 25 people I wasn't familiar with. Some sat at the circular table while others stood. Near the white boards was Hoseok. He stood there saying something and pointing at the white board. He moved closer to the table, pointing to something that was on a large sheet of paper.

I picked out some familiar faces. Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. They were all tuning into what Hoseok was saying. The conversation seemed serious and I didn’t want to interrupt. Jennie put an encouraging hand on the small of my back then started making her way towards the surgical room.

My steps towards the table are slow and inconsistent in movement, like i'm trying to avoid Hoseok’s eyes.

I’m still standing pretty far off when a head turns. It wasn’t Hoseok’s eyes that saw me. It was a woman I wasn’t familiar with. She sat at the table, her seat closest to Hoseok. Next to her was an empty seat that I assume was for Hoseok.

She stared at me, clearly confused. I watched her eyes hit certain points on my body while she looked me up and down. She’s beautiful. Black hair that stopped about shoulder length with a thin face and beautiful face structure.

She moves her gaze to me, not hiding a small hint of disgust as she turned away . I scoff to myself, understanding Jennie’s words about the bad air around her. I turn my attention back to Hoseok. He wore a loose white button up with a leather jacket. However the black leather jacket had some detailing along the arm. It was something colorful, and it was slight but cute.

He wore joggers -like dress pants. They were black a bit loose but fitted in at the ankles. He stood at the table, putting his hands into both pants pockets and leaning down to read something from a sheet of paper.

I took a few steps closer and caught the attention of some other members. A tall buff man looked my way. His eyes were also hard and unfamiliar, but he stood out from the others. This man was older, quite older than the rest. His beard had wisps of grey and white, while the lines on his face showed signs of aging.

He crossed his arms over his chest, as he stood a bit behind the girl I assume to be Jisoo. Neither of them had a welcoming look on his face. I found myself taking a step back, wondering if this intense atmosphere was different than what I usually walk into.

Maybe it’s best not to interrupt. But...the movie starts at 8:30. I glance at my watch and notice it’s 7:45. Will they be wrapping up the meeting soon?

“Y/n, how long are you gonna stand over there?” The familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over at Hoseok who’s eyes were still on the papers on the table. His words moved everyone’s attention to me. The only kind eyes were of the guys I knew. Taehyung waved carelessly and Jungkook smiled at me.

His attitude seems better than when I saw him a few days ago.

When I don’t answer, Hoseok looks up from his papers. His eyes met mine for a split second before his gazes running up and down the length of my body. His lips turn into a smirk and he turns his body to face me. It’s like he forgot about the 30 other people in the room.

He stretched an arm out as if I was only a foot away. I walked quickly towards him, taking his stretched out hand.

“We’ll be done soon.” He pulls me close and whispers in my ear, “I’m wrapping up this meeting and then I just have to hand off some documents.”

My eyes moved towards those in the room and some had their eyes on us, others looked away. It’s like they were giving us privacy.

“Okay, i’ll just wait over-” I begin to step away, but he stops, taking his hand from mine and placing it on the small of my back.

“Nah, just sit here.” He says with a cute smile. He points towards the empty seat beside Jisoo. I couldn’t protest, because Hoseok was already guiding me to the seat. I sat down, putting my back to Jisoo so I was facing Hoseok.

Though the weight of her stare was starting to burn. It felt like leaving the back of your neck exposed to the blistering heat of the sun. I shifted in my seat, trying to make myself uncomfortable. My skirt suddenly felt so short. I attempted to pull it down a bit and looked back up to see Hoseok’s eyes move back to the paper he suddenly had in his hand.

He cleared his throat and turned back to the white board. Was he looking at me just now? His ears turning red was the confirmation I needed. I giggled to myself, taking my purse and setting it onto the table.

“So that’s how we’ll be moving forward. Those who have been moved to different roles, I need you to follow me to my office. I’ll give you the appropriate documents, and information. Those who were given assignments also come to my office.” He writes down a date on the white board. It’s 2 weeks from today.

He sets the paper down on the table and looks around the room.

“I expect the assignments completed by this date.” He speaks sternly. I look up at him as he speaks, admiring his profile and the serious look on his face.

He glances down at me, a playful smirk grazing his lips.

“This is Y/n.” He says and puts a hand on my shoulder. I look away from him at the many people in the room. Their gazes sat on me with the same excitement as watching paint dry. I made eye contact with a few of them, not bothering to show a friendly smile.

“You will show her the same respect you show me. She’s my soulmate, girlfriend, lover and all those things so don’t try anything either.” I looked up at Hoseok. The mention of the word ‘lover’ and ‘girlfriend’ threw me off but he kept his eyes on the other people in the room.

“Those who need to follow me to my office, let’s go.” He announces then looks at me again.

“Just give me five minutes princess.” He says quietly, before proceeding down the hallway with quite a few people behind him. I take a deep breath and look around the room, realizing the Jisoo was still in her seat beside me.

“Kook!” I called out as we made eye contact. He smiled widely and walked towards me, Taehyung and Namjoon trailing behind him.

“Jeez Y/n! You look hot!” Taehyung said with his eyebrows raised.

“No wonder the boss was suddenly distracted when you got here!” Namjoon exclaimed, “his ears were turning red and everything!”

They laugh and I turn my attention to Jungkook who looks back at me with those wide doe eyes of his.

“Kook, are you okay now?” I ask softly.

Before he could question what I meant, I spoke again; “Last time I saw you, you seemed so down. Is everything okay now?”

“Yes, noona. Everything is okay.” He shows me a bunny like smile but that soon fades away as we hear a sound.

Our attention turns to Jisoo who had an elbow parched onto the table, with her head turned away from us. The sound we heard was her scoffing. Remnants of disdain still visible on her face. We all kept our eyes on her face a moment, before she glanced at us out the corner of her eyes.

“Oh?” She feigns ignorance, “did you need something?”

I sigh deeply, gripping my purse tightly. I can’t let myself be intimidated. Though the aura of her was one of a strong willed woman. She had to be when surrounded by people like this. But I can’t let myself be seen as weak.

The weird weight I feel on my shoulders are the eyes of the other unfamiliar faces watching our interaction closely.

“Jisoo right?” I ask softly, but keeping the reflexive kind smile off my lips.

She looks at me with harsh eyes, having them move up and down the length of my body.

“Yes, I’m Jisoo.” Her tone is defensive. You’d think I was trying to pick a fight with her, but I didn’t let that bother me. Her make up was done nicely, with pink lipstick painted on her lips and a warmer pink blush brushed on her cheeks.

No one looks this good for a mission meeting. She did all this for Hoseok. It’s easy to tell. Her soft makeup didn’t match her edgy look. She wore an oversized black Tee. There was some anime character printed on the front. The round neck area of the shirt was torn, showing enough cleavage to make you curious if she wore a bra.

Her nails were kind of long. They were painted a dark purple, matching the dark purple details of her black combat boots. She wore black biker shorts.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said simply, before digging into my purse to look for my phone.

She snickers, “Is that all you have to say?”

I look up from my purse, “What else am I supposed to say?”

The innocent look in my eyes was pushing her buttons. Her brows knitted together and an irritated light appeared in her eyes.

There is a moment of silence before she throws a question at me.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a surgeon.” I answer, looking at my phone. I honestly wasn’t interested in whatever she felt like she had to prove.

A humorless chuckle sounds from her, “A doctor? You’re a fucking doctor?”

“Well a surgeon is a doctor...so yeah.” I glanced up at my phone, and shrugged. I look back down at my phone.

“Hoseok must have lost his fucking mind.” She mumbles under her breath.

“Watch your words Jisoo,” Namjoon warns, but they fall to deaf ears.

“What the hell have you guys been doing around here?” She hisses at Namjoon.

“So what, cause she’s Hoseok’s soulmate; she can walk into the headquarters whenever she wants? She can see all your faces? Our faces?”

She looks at me, “Did Boss become spineless because of this chick?”

“Y/n oversees the black market surgeries, Jisoo.” Jungkook states, “Boss isn’t spineless, and neither is Y/n so I’d watch it.”

“What is gonna do? Run and tell Hoseok?” The whole time she’s speaking, I’m looking through messages about my first shift back to work tomorrow. The busy work waiting for me has been reduced to just paperwork. I’ll be preparing paperwork for upcoming surgeries.

Ugh, how boring.

“Boss gonna let himself be swayed by some woman. He'll be tired of her sooner or later.” She looks towards the other members from Japan for support. None of them laugh with her or even crack a smile. My thoughts were zooming through my head and it seemed some of them slipped out my mouth.

“You sound so sure of that. Is it because he got bored with you so quickly?” I sneered as I typed a reply to Dr. Lee. I mentally shrieked at my words, knowing that the conversation was gonna escalate into an argument.

The room got oddly quiet, the clicking of the iPhone keyboard being all that’s heard. You couldn’t even hear people breathing. Was everyone holding their breath? Damn, I think I’m holding my breath.

I peer at Jisoo from under my eyelashes, smirking at the awestruck look on her face.

“Damn, Y/n is ruthless.” Taehyung giggled behind his hand.

I sighed as if wanting to avoid this conversation all together. I put my phone back into my purse and gave Jisoo a tight lipped smile.

“I really don’t want to do this whole back and forth with you Jisoo. You like Hoseok, I get it. It’s cute--”

“Cute? Who the fuck do you think-” I cut her off just as she cut me off.

“-It’s cute but I think you need to let it go. Don’t get me wrong, you’ve known Hoseok longer than I have...but you know him as Boss. That’s it.”

I ignored the slight gasps and shuffling as those who were still in the room listened in. I really don't like coming off as territorial or rude but I can’t let her think I’m someone with no backbone.

“And yes, Hoseok won’t let himself be completely swayed by me. He’s a man of his work. His work is his everything and that’s fine cause I’m a close second. So I don’t see the need to argue with you cause you’re competing when there is no race.”

I didn’t want to hear whatever she had to say in return. I stood up from my seat, pulling my skirt down a bit, and putting my purse over my shoulder.

“Y/n, you’re such a badass.” Namjoon whispered in encouragement.

I avoided looking at Jisoo again, walking away from my seat just as Hoseok emerged from the hallway.

“Hey,” He lightly jogged my way, his hand finding its place on my lower back.

“Ready to go?” He said sweetly. I agreed, bringing my hand up to rest on his cheek. He smiled, his hand on my back pushing me closer.

“You look good.” I say shyly.

“You look better than good, princess.” He teases, leaning forward so our noses were brushing. Has he forgotten about all the people in the room? Or is Hoseok a man who doesn’t care about public displays of affection?

“I missed you.” I confess, rubbing my thumb along his cheek.

He only hums in reply before pressing his lips to mine. It was a short kiss, leaving me wanting more. As he pulled away, I followed after him and kissed him once more.

“Can you guys get a room?” Namjoon yells, making us both look at him.

“Get used to it Joon!” I yell at him, “Stop being jealous.” I stick a tongue at him before turning back to Hoseok. I drop my hand from his face, unable to hide the fond smile on my face.

“Let’s go.” I say before taking his hand from my back and holding it. We ignore the mumbles from those we were leaving behind, and make our way out the double doors tell we were standing outside the building.

“How was your day?” I ask as he leads me towards a car I’d never seen before. This was not the car I was in a few days ago. This car black, and had that new car shine to it. It had a retractable roof, and unlike the other car, the windows weren’t too tinted.

“It was frustrating.” He answers honestly, “I dealt with people at the company trying to convince me to invest into a project that was going nowhere. I had to meet with the CEO of Moonchild Publishings about investing into his company, but that went south quickly.”

We stopped by his car, and I pouted at the sad look on his face. He’s tired. I can see it now. The fatigue was visible on his face and the slight slouch in his shoulders also gave it away. He must have started his day early.

“Then I had to come back here to deal with attitude and doubt. It’s been stressful and tomorrow is gonna be just the same.”

“I’m sorry,” I pout, squeezing his hand in silent support.

“Don’t apologize. I've been looking forward to this date, so this day is ending off on a good note.” He opens the door for me, but I stare at him with a big smile.

“Really?” I am a bit surprised. “You were looking forward to our date?”

“Yeah,” He sounds a bit confused, “I mean...you are my girl right? So, that’s expected.”

I nod, “Right. Of course.” He stares at me as if I was the confused one.

“We’re dating princess, which means you’re not chasing after me anymore.”

I roll my eyes, “I wasn’t chasing after you! I was pursuing you!”

“You keep denying something only to admit it in a different wording.” He says in a manner of a fact, before motioning for me to get in the car. I sit in the car, and he closes the door for me. It’s not long before he’s in the driver’s seat and we’re on our way.

I still haven't gotten used to his speedy way of driving, earning a small laugh from his while he saw me stressed facial expression.

“What did you do today?” He asks.

“I studied some medical books and prepared for my first shift back tomorrow.”

“Ahh yes. Doctors never stop learning, huh?”

“Exactly,” I nearly sing, “but it doesn’t even matter because I've been put on desk work all day tomorrow.”

“That sucks,” he looks at me as he stops at a red light, “you’re probably eager to get your hands to work.”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I’ll have a bunch of surgeries to do in the next few weeks, and since the excuse I gave them was that I fell down the stairs, they must want to move slowly with me.”

I show Hoseok a pointed look and he puts hands up in defense, “Hey, it was Jennie who called in and said that. We definitely couldn’t tell them you were shot!”

“I know, I know. But why make me seem so clumsy? I fell down outdoor stairs? Jeez!”

“No one thinks you’re clumsy, and falling down the stairs shouldn’t change anyone’s preselection of you.” The light turns green so he focuses on the road again. I don’t look away from the profile of his face.

The drive is just normal conversation, along with him letting me know we were going to see a comedy. I was thankful it wasn’t a horror movie. That’s when he let’s me know that he’s a scaredy cat.

His words not mine.

By the time Hoseok pulls into the drive in movie, it’s still going through the previews. It was a huge screen that stood pretty high as well. It was quite packed. We drove up to a little booth where Hoseok reached into his pockets and pulled out two squares of paper. He hands it to the boy at the booth, who shows me a kind smile.

I smile back just to be kind but his eyes linger a bit too long.

“Here are your menus, and your light.” He hands Hoseok two menus and a weird circular item. When Hoseok turns around to drive forward, a grimace sat on his face.

“Now what are you frowning about?” I inquired while Hoseok pulled into a spot about 4 rows away from the screen. He parks the car and turns off the headlights.

I reach my hand out to pinch his cheek and there is a slight pout on his lips. How cute.

“He was drooling over you like I wasn’t there. He’s lucky I’m too tired to cause a scene or--”

“Is that what you’re pouting about!?” I yelp before holding my stomach to laugh. I undo my seatbelt so I am not restricted.

“Have you always been such a pouty baby? You sure fooled me all these months; convincing me you’re some cold heartless man! You’re such a pouty lover boy!”

He continues to pout while I stifle my giggles.

“Hoseok stop that and give me a menu.” I say reaching and taking one from his lap. I hope he didn’t hear the intake of breath I had as my hand grazed his lap. I used the light on my phone to look at it, settling on just a drink.

“What are you getting?” He questions before pressing a button. The roof of the car starts to retract and fold, leaving just the windows up.

“I was thinking of getting something to eat after this?” I answer, “I’m not in the mood for snack food.”

“Sounds cool to me. I’ll just get a soda.” He says.

“I’ll get the same thing,” I chime in, “I guess we just turn on that light thing so they know we need their help.”

“What so another teenage body can drool over you? I think not. I’m going up there and ordering myself. Be right back.”

I laugh at the whiny tone he spoke in as he opened the door and stepped out of the car with both menus and the weird disk thing in his hand. I watch him as he walks off. His strides were so elegant and powerful. He walks like an important person.

He holds his head high, and carries himself beautifully. I slouched in my seat, giggling at the thought of such a man being mine.

He’s back before I know it, gesturing towards the backseat.

“It’ll be more comfortable there,” He suggests, standing outside the car with two cups in his hands. I decide to just step out of the car and open the door to the backseat. Hoping seats in this skirt would not have been pretty. I take both drinks from Hoseok and set them in the cup holders at the front part of the car.

It was a bit of a stretch to get to them, but not something out of reach. As Hoseok gets in the backseat beside me, I finally look up at the sky to notice the stars shining beautifully. The sky was a wonderful dark blue with some clouds rolling by.

The moon was hiding behind some clouds but was still glowing a beautiful yellow. The air was warm and the wind was pleasant. It reminds me of the heat before it starts to rain. My attention is taken away from the sky as A familiar warmth is felt on my left side. Hoseok is looking at me, the light of the stars and the moon enough to see his face clearly.

“Hey,” He says in a hushed tone.

I smile, “Hey.” I whisper as well.

“The movie is starting.” He says before looking towards the screen. I scoot closer to him, his arm naturally wrapping around my shoulders while I nuzzled into him. Or I tried. The leather jacket was getting in the way, and I couldn’t completely feel his warmth like I wanted.

I readjusted myself, then readjusted myself again. I moved away from Hoseok and gripped the collar of his jacket.

He peered at me, already into the movie.

“Take the jacket off please.” I ordered.

“Already? Y/n at least wait till we’re 20 minutes into the movie.” He winks at me and bites his lips.

“That’s not what I meant. Take the jacket off, I can’t get comfortable.” I explained, moving to get the jacket off his shoulders.

“How much more do you want me to take off so you can get a comfortable princess?” He chafed, gripping onto my thigh now.

“Just the jacket, please.” I repeat, and he shrugs the jacket off, throwing it into the front seat. I grin at him before nuzzling into his side as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I finally focused on the movie, and I didn’t miss much.

I laid my head on his chest, my hand resting on his thigh. The movie was about a couple who is trying to scam an old lady out of her wealth and it’s funny. Hoseok’s chest would vibrate as he laughed. His hand started messing with my hair at some point, while we whispered comments about the movie to each other.

“Before I decided I wanted to become a doctor, I wanted to be a chef.” I said as we watched one of the main character’s struggle to cook dinner.

“Really?” He sounds really surprised.

“Yup! But I really, really wanted to help people so I became a doctor.” I answered, “At first I couldn’t stand the sight of blood so I forced myself to watch the most gruesome horror movies.”

Hoseok laughed, “So taking you to a horror movie so I could get close to you wouldn’t have work.”

“Of course not.” I scold, “because I would have cuddled close to you anyways.”

I listened to him laugh, and the movement of his chest as he did so. His heart was hammering loudly in his chest, making me wonder if he was nervous.

“I…” He trails off before sighing, “I wanted to be a dancer.”

My eyes widen and I pick my head off his chest to look at him.

“A dancer?” I gawk at him, while he only nods.

“Oh wow! Hoseok, I don’t think I’ve even seen you two-step! You wanted to be a dancer?”

“It’s hard to believe isn’t it?”

“Totally,” I say, “I’d think you’d be a stiff dancer.”

“Is that your way of telling me I have a stiff personality?”

I stop to think for a moment, “Yes sir, that is exactly what I’m saying.”

I rest my head back on his chest and my hand on his thigh. The movie goes on with some parts having us laugh till we couldn’t breath. Everything was going smoothly. Hoseok’s heart beat was steady and soothing to me. I could lay in his arms like this till the sun came up.

I’m lost in my own thoughts till I feel Hoseok shift and clear his throat. I tune back into the movie and it’s a sex scene. The man and woman were kissing each other passionately, his hands eager to take off the dress she was wearing. Her fingers are raking through his hair while he leaves open mouth kisses on her neck.

Moans left her lips as he pushed down the neckline of her dress to cup her breast.

I gulped, shifting against Hoseok, who also moved awkwardly as I moved. My hand on his thigh felt hot, and I looked away from the movie screen at my hand. Heat was growing all over my body as the moans from the movie sounded louder. Hoseok exhaled, keeping his eyes on the screen, I looked back at the movie, the two couples going at it.

The woman on her back while the man held her legs up and drove hard, and quick thrusts into her. They were sweating, groaning and saying each other's names while they could catch their breath.

Hoseok’s arm that is around my shoulder’s slides down so it’s now around my waist. I glance at Hoseok, who hasn’t looked away from the screen. I look back to the screen, the sex scene going as quickly as it came. But the tense thick atmosphere hasn’t dissolved.

Hoseok’s other hand rests on my thigh while his arm that wrapped around my waist holds me closer to him. I take my head off his chest and look at him as he stares back at me with dark eyes.

“Fuck, princess.” He whispers while his hand moves up to my stomach, his fingers messing with the hem of my shirt.

He leans closer, his lips brushing mine. The feather light touch leaves tingles all across my face. My eyes flutter closed as I wait for another kiss. Instead, I feel Hoseok’s fingers slip under my shirt. My eyes snapped open, while he watched me closely.

His lips are hovering over mine, his breath fanning over my lips. I lean forward, urging him to connect our lips again.

His hand moves further up, stopping at the wiring of my bra. Shivers run up my spine and my eyes close again.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, his fingers tapping at the wiring of my bra.

“Mhh.” my voice trembled, while all the skin he was touching tingles and grew hot. I nodded, wondering if he understood my consent from the unintelligible noise I just made. It’s like he had fire coming from his fingertips. Every place he touched burned, and all the spots he did touch begged to be warmed up as well.

His fingers move underneath my bra and his strong hand cups my breast. I whimper, clearly too loud as Hoseok kisses me to shut me up. He palms and squeezes the fleshing while swallowing all the sounds I made.

He pushes my bra up gently and he pinches my sensitive bud and I shudder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n.” He says against my lips, “God Y/n, I feel like I’m gonna fucking explode.” His voice is shaky while he deeps the kiss, our tongues meeting shyly.

“M-my bra is strapless, just pull it down.” I said almost desperately. And he does just that, leaving me braless under my purple top. My hand rests on the nape of his while we share hot and lewd kisses.

My chest rises and falls. I try to catch my breath and Hoseok kisses down my chin, and leaves kisses and bites on my neck. The heat growing in my core makes me rub my thighs together, a movement that Hoseok doesn’t miss.

He groans against my neck, vibrations from the sound tickling my throat.

“How are you so perfect, Y/n? I can’t think straight. I liked you too much, I want you too much.” He mutters.

I almost forget where we are. My eyes open to look around. All the other cars are at least 2 two car spots away from us, and everyone is focused on the movie that looks like it’s coming to an end soon. It’s too dark for the other movie watchers to see us. If Hoseok would put the roof of the car back up, i’d be impossible to see us.��

One hand on the back of his neck, my other hand moves up his thigh, shyly resting on his crotch. I could feel his hard on through his pants, and I gasped.

I don’t know what I was expecting but...of course a man like Hoseok is blessed. I...I am very nervous. The last time I slept with someone was my sophomore year of college. It’s a blur and it wasn’t enjoyable. While Hoseok is drowning me in kisses like I was the key to his salvation.

I palm him through his pants , and his kisses on my neck stop. He’s breathing against my neck, lost in the feel of my hand.

“Let’s…” He huffs, “Let’s stop, Y/n. I might I fuck you right here in the back of my car.”

He is resting his forehead on my shoulders. I grow in confidence and work to unbutton his pants with one hand.

I kiss the space by his ear and almost beg.

“Please.” I plead, finally getting the buttons of his pants undone.

“Baby, please.” I mewl. This being the first time I use any type of pet name for him. I rub the back of his neck, and my other hand dives into his pants.

My hand circles his dick and he sucks in a deep breath. Oh, Hoseok is blessed. Nothing unbelievable but definitely something to scream in the girl chat group chat about.

I stroke him slowly, and he groans. He brings his lips to mine again.

“What do you want princess? You want my dick in your mouth? Or do you want to sit on my face? Fuckkk.” He cuts himself with a groan as I pick up a bit of speed with my movements. His dick twitched in my hand.

“Or do you want me to push that cute skirt up, move those panties to the side and take you right here?” He kisses me again.

“Can I have all of it please?” I say.

Whew, I can't think straight, but I am soooo going to be embarrassed when all this is over.

Before Hoseok can reply, we hear a rumble. A big rumble, followed a pelting shower of cold rain. We both freeze, the hot atmosphere being ruined right away. It was hard and heavy drops of rain that seemed to be increasing in speed. We were getting soaked! I took my hand out of his pants, and started to pull up my strapless bra in a rush.

Hoseok fixes his pants, climbing over the seats to find the button to bring the car roof up. All while the inside of the car gets just as wet as we are. When he finally presses the button, it feels like the roof is moving slowly.

He took the leather jacket he took off, and kindly put it over my head. It was too late, as I was soaked, but I appreciate the gesture. When the roof is finally up, we can hear the raindrops beating against it.

We sit there in silence, only our breathing, the soft purr of the engine and the raining filling the space.

I just hand my fingers around his dick. Oh god. I look away from his gaze. He was looking at me from the rearview mirror and I suddenly felt embarrassed. I shivered as he turned on the air. My hair was wet and my clothes were sticking to my body. I pushed his leather jacket off my head and let it sit on my shoulders.

“Don’t act shy now princess.” He jokes. His face and ears were red while he grinned at me. He showed those wonderful teeth of his, and chuckled.

I was flustered, unable to hold eye contact with him. I stayed in the backseat, fixing my hair and adjusting my shirt and bra.

“My place is close, I don’t want to leave you in those wet clothes.” he says.

I nod, “Yeah, let’s go to your place if it was closer.” I agree. He turns around to look me in the eyes.

“You’re gonna stay back there?” He grins while looking up and down at my disheveled state.

“You look so fucked out and I barely did anything.” His eyes lingered on my hiked up skirt, before meeting my gaze again.

“Get driving Hoseok.” I said while shivering from my wet clothing. He started the car and pulled out from the spot. I couldn’t be sure if the movie was over, but other cars were leaving. The rain was getting worse. Lighting was flashing in the sky followed by booming thunder.

I stayed in the back, the moments that happened earlier replaying in my mind. Hoseok must have known cause when I looked into the rear view, his eyes were on me.

He’s eating me up the moment we step into his place, I can see it in his eyes.

I’m not watching where we’re going but pretty soon the rain stops as we pull into a parking garage. By looking at it, all the residents are wealthy. There were fancy and expensive cars, shining under the white lights in the garage. Hoseok parks his car next to a familiar silver Hyundai. Oh! The car he drove me home in!

He parks the car, and turns off the engine before reaching over in the passenger's seat and grabbing my purse. He steps out of the car and opens the door for me. I step out, and he closes the door behind me.

He keeps hold of my purse while ushering me towards a walk way. We stepped in, getting hit by a blast of cold air. I shivered and Hoseok pulled me close to him. I glanced down at his pants wondering if he was still hard.

His white button up shirt was no longer tucked into his pants, so it covered his crotch.

We walked through the grayish hallways till we entered what looked like a hotel lobby.

“Mr. Jung.” An older man greeted. He stood behind a desk with a kind smile on his lips. Hoseok only nodded at the man. He didn’t notice me at first, his eyes widened when he saw me. I smiled at him, understanding the look of surprise on his face.

At least I know Hoseok has never brought a woman back to his place. We walk through the high ceiling lobby and head towards the silver elevator doors. Hoseok presses the button to go up and the doors open with a ding.

He presses the button for the 15th floor and the doors close slowly, leaving me to look at our reflection in the doors.

Damn, I do look fucked out. The guy at the desk saw me looking like this? Oh no!

I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand.

Hoseok chuckles and steps back to lean against the wall of the elevator. He moves me in front of him while putting both hands on my hips. He drags me to him, my back press against his front. Just that simply, I feel him against my butt. Still hard, still craving my attention.

Another shiver passes over me, he presses himself against me. He moves his hips slowly, grinding his situation against me.

“Are you gonna help me with this, princess?” He whispers in my ear. He kisses the back of my neck just as the elevator doors open. The doors open to reveal a single door. I step out and away from Hoseok, straightening out my skirt while looking down the hall. This was the only door down this whole hallway.

I look at Hoseok who is moving slowly.

“This whole floor is yours?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yes it is.” He answers casually, and walks up to the dark wooden door. On the handle of the door was a number pad. He pushes the numbers so quickly, I couldn’t tell what they are. There is a slight ding and he opens the door. Rather than stepping in, he pushes the door wide open and gestures for me to walk in first.

I say a small thank you and step in, surrounded by darling for a second before Hoseok hits a light switch by the door. I gawked at the space in front of me.

I heard the door close and soon Hoseok was behind me, his hands on my side, leaving kissing on my shoulders and the back of my neck. But I was looking at his penthouse.

Nearly the whole left wall was floor to ceiling windows that showed a beautiful view of the city. There was a living room with a flat screen TV, a black leather couch and love seat. A rectangular glass table seat between the couch and the flat screen Tv. The floor was a smooth tile life wooden, but in the whole living room space was a large grey rug. Where the flat screen TV was hung, the wall was a short of grey brick, and under the flat screen was a fireplace.

To the right there were wide stairs. Only about two steps and a walk away which I assumed led to the kitchen? Possibly the dining room. On the further right side was a winding staircase. The winding staircase led upstairs, and all I could see of upstairs was the railing that the stairs led up to.

All this while, Hoseok slipped off his leather jacket I had on and had a hand gripping my side gently, as it was where I got shot.

The scent of his cologne was comforting, and I pushed my butt against him.

“Y/n, I can’t get enough of you, what should I-” His words are cut off as an itch grows in my nose and I sneeze. He starts to rub my side, pecking another kiss on the back of my neck.

“Sorry, I-” My words stop short as I sneeze again, this time my whole body jolting.

“Welp,” Hoseok begins, taking a step back from me. I turn around to look at him with apologetic eyes, but he smiles fondly.

I sneeze again, two of them hitting back to back.

“Looks like we’ll have to finish this another time, cause I don’t want you catching a cold.” He leans down and pecks me on the lips.

“Come on, I’ll show you where you can take a hot shower.” He takes my hand and starts towards the stairs.

“Are you sure?” I question, “I don't want to leave you….” I trail off and look down at his pants.

“I don’t want to leave you high and dry.” I say softly, “Let me at least help you wit-”

Another sneeze shakes through my body and Hoseok rolls his eyes, tugging me along with him to the winding stairs.

“I’ll be fine, princess, I can take care of this myself. Let’s get you into something warm first? You start work tomorrow. What good would it do showing up sick?” I follow behind him, up the stairs.

“Who’s the one nagging now?” I mock, giggling victoriously.

We got to the top of the stairs, and I saw hallways we could venture down. I look at the back of Hoseok’s head and wonder what he’s thinking and why we stopped moving.

“Hoseok? Is everything okay?” I ask softly, squeezing the hand I was holding. He turned around to face me, his eyes shining with kindness and his cheeks rising as he smiled. His face was a flustered red and he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.

He looked down at the ground, his eyes trained on my feet. That reminded me that I didn’t take off my shoes. How rude.

“Hoseok?” I brought a hand up to his cheek and stepped closer, wondering if something was wrong.

“Are you feeling sick as well? Let’s get you into something warm as well.” I order but he makes no attempt to move.

He looks up from my feet, his face still red, a shy and embarrassed expression on his face. But his brown eyes twinkled dotingly. My eyes darted around his face, wondering what he had to say.

“I am very glad, I met you Y/n. And I am very happy you stuck around.” His words caused me to smile so hard, I thought I’d pull a muscle in my cheeks.

I throw my arms around him in a hug, burying my face into his chest. The feelings in my chest were building and a knot of emotions were bubbling up in me.

“I’m glad I met you too, Hoseok.” I blinked away the tears of happiness that were threatening to spill.

It’s simple happiness like this, that I don’t think I could find anywhere else.

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Whew! This chapter was fun to write! So I said this story was gonna end at like chapter 15 but, my chapters are longer than I anticipated and my pace is slower.

Sooo idk how long this story will be. So I’ll just keep going till I reach the end.

However, we’ve past the first main conflict of this story and things will be more...mature from here on. And we’re getting into the second and last main conflict of this story.

So yeah, let me know what you think! :)

-Is my smut style weird? I haven’t written smut in sooooo long! lol

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literature club

Warning: suicide

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“Henry. Please join. You would love the literature club.” Wally begged his friend Henry, as they walked to their lockers. This year they were next to each other and for the pass month Wally’s been wanting Henry to join their little book club after school.

It wasn’t like Henry didn’t want to hang out with Wally, he did. They have been best friends since they were kids. He just wasn’t sure that was what he wanted to do. He was an artist not a book worm, Art was his thing.

But he didn’t like to see his friends sad and eventually he gave it to Wally’s request. “Alright Wally.” He replied opening his locker and getting his books for the next class, history. “I’ll come check it out today.”

“Yay!” Wally jumped around with happiness and a big smile across his face that Henry loves to see. “Thank you Henry! Meet me outside room 278 after school!”

Henry nodded. “Will do Wally.” He shuts his locker just as the bell rang. “See you then!” He said with a wave as they go there separate classes.

The school day drags on for hours but eventually 3 o’clock finally came and everyone rushed outta there classes, some to get home others to hurry to their clubs or sports. Henry searched for the room Wally told him to go and found it within minutes. Outside Wally was there waiting and when he saw him that big smile came. “Henry toy came!”

He nodded. “Of course! I never back down on my promise.”

“That’s true.” Wally replied. “Come on in! Meet the others! Sammy even brought cake today!”

Henry followed Wally inside the class room and was amazed at how it looked. It was a regular classroom with desk and all but they made it more cozy. They had a soft chair in the back corner for anyone to read on and there was soft yellow fairy lights hung up on the ceiling. Calm low music played from the radio next to the chocolate cake and drinks. A long bookshelf ran under the windows and quotes from different book lined the walls.

“It’s so...relaxing In here.” Henry stated looking around the room.

“Thank you kind stranger” said a tall brown haired boy walking up. “You must be Wally’s friend, Henry. Welcome to the literature club. I’m Joey.”

Henry nodded in response. “I am. And thank you Joey! It actually looks fun! What all do y’all do here?”

Joey prompted himself on a desk before answering. “We read books of all kind. Horror, poetry, the classics. He decide on something and read that.” He paused for a minute before continuing. “We also right short stories and poems.”

Henry nodded while listening. “That sounds fun but I don’t think I can write poems.” He chuckled.

“Nonsense.” Joey chuckled with him, waving his head away. “It’s easy! If you join I’ll teach you how to write poetry.”

“Really?” Henry ask, feeling a bit excited to learn something new.

“Of course!” Joey nodded. “My mother taught me when I was young. Now I’m teaching these boys.” Joey gestures to the other boys.

Henry accepted his offer. “Yeah. Alright. I’ll join!”

Joey smiled in excitement. “That’s great! We should celebrate! Good thing Sammy brought cake!” He announced. “Come. Meet the other two!” He wrapped his arm around Henry leading him to the table where the others were heading.

Henry sat down next to Wally as Joey handed out pieces of cake and drinks. That hour he got to know the the three more better. Joey was the leader and starter of the club. He love to read the classic books like, to kill Mockingjay, and enjoyed writing about love. Jack was quite opposite from him. He loved reading manga and climes that it is literature. His favorite being the promised Neverland. The last boy, Sammy was the shortest out of all of them. His thing was dark and creepy literature. Anything Edgar Allan Poe he loved. Henry also found out Wally’s favorite books were funny books. Anything that would make you laugh in tears he would read and Henry found that suited his friend.

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After school the next day Henry headed in the club a bit early. Sammy and Joey were already there and were talking before he came in. “Hello Henry!” Joey called out when he saw Henry, heading to him. Sammy smiled and waved before going to his book.

“Hello Joey! Hey Sammy!” He replied happily.

Joey sits upon the near by desk, facing Henry. “You ready for today’s activity? I thought it would be fun for the group!”

Henry nodded. “I am! I can’t wait to hear what it is!” He said just as the other two arrived.

Joey chuckled in response. “In do time Henry! Until then you can hang out with whoever for a bit. Hell these two just joined us! Welcome boys” he left Henry, going over to Wally and jack to greet.

Henry glances back at Sammy and noticed he had been watching them and he quickly turned back to his book once He looked at him. Henry thought he must be a bit shy for Conversation so he turned to Wally and jack. Wally was hanging out with Joey and jack was reading a comic book. He went over and sat next to jack. “Hey. What comic you ready?”

Jack shook his head. “It’s not a comic book, it’s manga!” He informed Henry. “Have you ever read one?”

“I haven’t.” Henry shook his head. “What is a manga?”

“You don’t know?” He chuckled. “Ah Henry you have lots to learn!” He added before tapping the chair next to him. “come. sit. I’ll teach you.”

Henry sat next to jack as he began talking about all he knew on manga. Henry didn’t interrupt he sat there listening to everything this excited boy to say. He was learning quite a lot about it as time went on. Like where it came from and what was the latest issues of the popular manga. Henry noted some titles he should pick up so they both could read them together.

Time quickly flew by and the hour was almost at a closed. Joey dedicated the last quarter for reading the poems so he left Wally to stand at front. “Alright boys. It’s time to share our poems.” He announced before turning to the newest member. “Henry you can sit this one out and listen to the others today.” Henry nodded in response giving the ok for Joey to continue. “Alrighty. Who wants to read theirs today?”

“I will!” Called out Sammy standing up and grabbing his poem then heading up to the front as Joey sat back down. He held up the poem and cleared his throat. “My poem is called hands”

The hands around, allow me to see

Show me things only they want me to see

The hands around, allow to speak

Using my voice as theres

The hands around, hold me in place

Guide me to one place to another

The hands around, pull the strings

And I can not escape

“Vary good Sammy!” Joey said while the others boys snapped their fingers. Sammy Smiled and headed back to his seat. “Is there anyone else that wants to read there’s?” Joey ask and waited. There was no takers today for anymore reading. “Alrighty boys. I hope to hear from y’all tomorrow. Club Dismiss.”

As Henry grabbed his bag Joey came over. “Hey Henry. Do you wanna go to the bookstore? I can recommend you some easy poetry books?”

“Sure!” Henry smiled with a nod. “That would be cool. Thanks!” He and Joey walked out of the room heading for the book store. Sammy and jack looked at wally before he signed and left on his on.

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During brakes in classes he read a few pages of his new poetry book. Joey had helped him pick out one for beginners which has a little of all kinds of topics to figure out what was your style. Love, light, happiness sadness, funny, horror and dark. Henry seemed to be most interested in the poems about happiness and love. He was excited to talk about poetry with Joey, Wally and the boys in the club as well as read his poem today.

When he arrived in the room after school Joey was the only one there at the point, getting the club sit up, Cleaning and fixing the desk back. “Hey Henry!” He greeted as Henry came in. “How’s the book?”

Henry waved at him as he walked up. “Hi Joey! And the book is lovely!” He smiled as he helped him with the table. “I quite enjoy happy rain and pink so fair. There really fun to read!”

Joey chuckled. “That’s great! I’m glad you found you style Henry!” He replied as he started sanitizing the food table.

“Thanks man. I wouldn’t have if it won’t for you Henry.” Henry praised Joey.

Joey smiled with pride. “Aww thank

You Henry.” He replied.

Henry nodded at Joey Just as the rest of the boys joined them. “Hey! There they are!” Joey announced happily . “Hia boys!”

After everyone greeted each other and got settled down with there books, Henry decided to read with Sammy today. He spotted him setting in the comfy chair next to the window. It was storming outside and judging by his book title, it was the right kind of weather for it. Henry pulled up a chair from the desk near by and sat next to him. “Hi Sammy. Hope you don’t mind if I read with you today.”

Sammy looked up from his book and shook his hand. “N-no. Not at all.” A small kind smile spread across his face. “I’m not sure if you’d like my kind of reading through. It’s dark poetry.”

“Oh really?” Henry replied. “That’s alright. I might enjoy it.” He said giving a smile back.

“Well. Alright.” The boy nodded and opened his book up to the first page to a poem called darkness. While Henry scooted his chair closer.

The two of them sat beside one another and silently reading each page as the storm raged outside. There was a lot of emotional and death related poems as well as depression and anxiety. Henry had question himself if he needed help but didn’t wanna asked. Besides the boy seemed happy every time he seen him so maybe it was just interesting to Sammy.

However when Sammy turn the page after reading a while his sleeve slipped down revealing a deep burn, making Henry worried. “Are you alright Sammy?” He ask looking up at him. “What happened?!”

“Uh. Y-yea...” Sammy calmly rolled his sleeve back up while nodded. “It j-just a cooking accident last night. Don’t worry..” he replied with a slight chuckle.

Henry nodded believe him. After all cooking does lead to accident. “Alright. But you might need to bandage that later.” He smiled.

“Thanks. Will do.” Sammy nodded. They both went back to reading the poetry book, Sammy only glancing up once to find Joey staring at him form across the room for a moment before returning to his book. Sammy didn’t dare to look again for the night.

Soon the last quarter of the club arrives and the boys made there way to the front role desks. “Alright boys. Today I want Henry to come forward and share his poem.” Joey replied. “Don’t be shy Henry, we all had our first time.”

Henry came up to the front with his poem ready to share. He’s been waiting for hours for this and now it was his time to shine. He held up his poem and reads it.

I look out in the night

To see a bright shining star above.

I wish upon that star

Things I wish to become.

That star with guide me to

places that I wanna be.

And one day I’ll find that

The whole time the star has been me.

The boys have a round of applause for Henry’s first poem as tradition in the club. Henry smiled confidently as he walked over to Joey. “I’m impress Henry! Vary excellent, for the first time!” Joey commented. “Soon you’d became a natural!”

“Thanks Joey. You are a good teacher.” Henry beamed.

Joey blushed. “Aww thanks Henry.” He chuckled. “Alright guys. Club meeting over. See you tomorrow!” He announced to the others

Wally gathered his two books and bag from the desk in the back then headed to his friend. “Hey Henry. Do you want to head over to the arcade?”

Henry frowns as his friend. “Sorry Wally. I would but I already made plans with Joey for tonight. We can tomorrow though!” He replied.

Wally nodded with a wide smile on his face. “Of course! That sounds awesome!”

“Cool” Henry nodded. “See you tomorrow”

Wally frowns watching his friend leave with that monster he know trusts, as jack and Sammy came up to him. He looked over at them and sadly sighed. Jack gives Wally a hug. None off the boys said anything. They didn’t have to. They knew each other’s pain. They knew there plan wasn’t working. Henry wasn’t noticing the signs even when Sammy purposely showed a big one. Eventually the three left the classroom and went to there homes for the night alone.

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Last night had been fun! Joey had taken Henry to poetry slam. Together they watched as people came and read there poems in front of an audience. Some good, some bad. Some short, some long. Some about happy times, others about horror. Henry was enjoying his time with Joey and the boys. He was actually really happy that Wally begged him to join. It turned out great and he couldn’t wait to tell talk to him.

However when Henry walked though the door the vibe was a bit different. Sammy, jack and Wally were in the back of the room talking quietly to each other about something Henry didn’t know. When they all

Saw Henry standing there they all welcome home. “Hello Henry!” Wally was the first. He jumped off the desk with a big smile, walking over and given a hug.

Henry, feeling better then a second ago, hugged back. “Hey Wally! Sorry I couldn’t hang out last night. We will tonight though.”

Wally nodded eagerly. “Great! I can’t wait. We could go to the movies to see one of the new ones showing! Or we could go to the park! Or the arcade?” He listed off things to do, happily

Henry chuckled and nodded. “Ya! We can! You can choose where we go!”

Wally nodded as Joey came in. Everyone then gathered there books there on and choose a comfy spot to read at today. Henry decided to buddy read with Wally today. Another chance to be with his best friend. Wally was on the the couch and reading a book that looks like it was funny. “Can I read with you today?”

Wally looked up and nodded. “Of course you can!” He replied and scooted over for Henry to sit then patted the space. “Come sit.”

Henry did indeed sit down beside him, getting comfortable. After he was settled he looked at his friend and asked. “So what’s the book about?”

“It’s about this guys Journey in a wacky world. There’s all certs of funny things about the world and it’s people.” Wally answered him. “It’s one of my favorite books.”

Henry nodded. “That wonderful to hear. What page your own?

“Oh I’m on page 208 but we can start from the beginning.” Wally smiled and opened the book to the first page. Wally read quietly out loud as Henry followed along. He found himself enjoying the characters the best as they read together. His favorite became a purple man who helped the main character in his Journey.

As always Joey was on time with the last quarter of the club. He got to the front and ask for volunteers. This time jack wanted to read his. Jack got his notebook and flipped to the latest poem he had written. “Alright. This ones called The field.”

In my dreams I see a field.

One so beautiful. One so elegant.

It’s golden sunlight like rays spread across

No darkness can be found.

In my dreams I see a field

Surrounded by friends

Happy as ever

No sadness can be felt.

In my dreams I see a field

Laugher is the only thing to hear

Peace all around

No cries can be herd.

Jack finishes and bows as the others snapped their fingers. He went back to his sit as Joey took his place up front. “Nice job jack! Your getting better!” He replied before turning his attention to the rest. “Alright before we go I have an announcement.” He waited for a moment before continuing. “As you all know the festival is this weekend. I think we should give it a shoot and try to bring more people to our club for once, like the others.”

“Oh! That would be fun!” Wally agreed. “I second that!” Sammy jack and Henry agreed as well.

“Alright guys. I can make the pamphlet but I’m no good with designing them. Wally want to help me?”

“Sure!” Wally nodded happily. “We can start it tonight after hanging out with Henry.”

Joey nodded. “ perfect.” Joey looked at jack and Sammy. “I think we should have a banner as well as treats for the other students.”

“I’ll make the treats!” Sammy suggest.

Jack nodded. “I’ll take care of the banner.”

Joey smiled. “Thanks you guys.” He looked at Henry last. “You can choose who you want to help with.”

Henry turn his attention to jack and Henry. He has to decide who to help. Sammy with the treats or jack with the banner. After some thought he turn to jack. “ I’ll help with the banner.”

Jack nodded and Exchanged their Numbles for later. Once all roles were settled each one began to leave. Henry and Wally left with each other as planned. Joey left after getting belongings, giving a warning glare to jack on the way out, and jack left with Sammy after they cleared up the room.

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The next morning, Henry woke up like Normal and started getting ready for school. As he got ready he was reminded of his and Wally’s time together and how he got the sense Wally was off. He had looked and sounded happy but it was like there was sadness. He asked Wally about it the night before and Wally told him he was good. He didn’t bother him again on it that night but was still worried.

Henry grabbed his phone and decided to call him but he didn’t answer. He wasn’t to worried by this as Wally liked to sleep in a bit longer. He’ll meet him outside and everything will be all good. Henry continued getting ready for the day. He got dressed, ate some breakfast then brushed his teeth and headed out to there meeting spot.

There was no signs of Wally as he arrived which was also normal behavior of Wally. Henry decided to read some of his book as he waited and pulled it out, flipping to the page he was on.

He got lost in the book and read longer then he thought. Almost half an hour has gone by with no Wally showing up. This was strange. Wally would have call him if he was sick or not going to school. He would’ve been here if he was. Something was off.

Henry headed to Wally’s house and knocked on the door then waiting. No one came to the door so he tried again meeting with the same results. He turned the noob to see if it was unlocked and sure enough it was. “Wally?” He called out opening the door. There was no answer in the dark house making his stomach to knot up. He walked deeper in the house, calling out again. “Wally? Are you home?” And again no answer. He got to the bottom of of the stairs and looked up calling one more time with no answer.

He claimed up the stairs and approached Wally’s bedroom, knowing on the door. “Wally it’s me, Henry. Are you in here?” He ask pressing his ear to the door. After a long moment with no answer he opened the door only to find a Horrible seen.

His friend...his best friend was hanging from a noose. His desk chair kicked away from him. Wally’s skin was a pale blue grayish color and there was no light in his eyes.

Henry was frozen in place there, unable to look away from his friends corpse. He felt cold tears pour down his cheeks but he couldn’t acknowledge them. It felt like his would just got turn upside. “N-no...” he finally spoke after a long while of Silence. “Wally....” he said then fell on his knees and sobbed in his hands.

Once the shock was gone and he was numb he pulled out his phone to call for an ambulance. It took 20 minutes for them to arrived there and was taking out of the house for them to take down the body. Henry watched them carry his friend out in a body back and loaded in the back of an ambulance, driving away soon after.

He went back to his own house after answering questions and sat on his bed. He didn’t feel like going to school today. He didn’t feel like doing anything today after that. But it wasn’t long before his phone rang. He looked at it and saw it was jack. He didn’t want to answer but he did. “ y-yea..?”

“He-hey Henry.” Jack spoke sounding nervous” I herd what happened...it’s so sad..” he said.

Henry was suspicious of this. How would Jack know if he was at school and why was he sounded so scared. “Jack how do you know..?” He ask.

Jack went silent for a long moment before speaking quickly into the phone. “Henry, Joeys not a good person!” Right then his phone hung up on Henry.

“Hello?” Henry asked. “Jack you there?” After no answer he tried to call him back a few times but couldn’t get a hold of him again. After the fourth try he gave up and wondered what he was taking about. He laid back in his bed in thought staring at the ceiling. He let his mind wonder in memories of him and Wally. The first time they meet, there times at the fair and the last movie they seen.

His thoughts got interrupted again with another phone call, But not jack. It was Sammy. “Hello?” He said once he answered. He immediately herd crying from the other end

“Henry..” Sammy said after taking a moment to calm himself down. “I-I need to tell you s-something...but first I n-need you to p-promise me you will believe me..” he ask sounding desperate.

Henry was so confused and didn’t want to deal with anything more today. But the boy started scared and Henry could swear he herd pounding on a door on Sammy’s end. “Yea I promise Sam. What’s going on.” He ask sitting up.

“It’s Joey...” He told, sniffling fight after. “Joey isn’t a kind person...”

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