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[imagines-all-day-everyday]

the dint

summary: when clark kent stumbles into a 24 hour vet clinic with his unconscious side-kick, the last thing he expects to find is maybe the only person in metropolis who can handle krypto. It’s an extra bonus that she’s beautiful too.

warnings: swearing, fluff

notes: I loved this movie and I loved this version of clark kent. and I totally ran away with this idea. please enjoy <3

*yn* always liked the clinic at night.

The phone barely rang, the waiting room wasn't flooded with neurotic purse dogs yapping at anything that moved, no owners complaining that she couldn't magically click her fingers and make their beloved fur babies well-trained.

It gave her time to focus on what she really cared about. The animals.

Working nights at a 24 hour vet clinic also meant that usually anyone who stepped through the front door, was dealing with an emergency.

She liked it though. The pressure. The adrenaline. Feeling like she's actually made a difference when she manages to bring an animal back from the brink.

Tonight was not one of those nights. It had been quiet. The only person who'd come through the door was a tourist asking for directions to Metropolis City Hall.

She stared at her computer screen. Cupcake's intake form stared back at her.

Chihuahua. 3 years old. Overweight. Biting warning. Aggressive. Reactive. Overdue for almost every vaccination. She scrolled through the checklist, checking off each box in turn. Her pointer finger hit the mouse just a fraction harder everytime she clicked off a box.

"Isn't there medication you can give her or something? To calm her down?" "Ma'am, Cupcake isn't suffering from anxiety. She just needs some training so she learns not to bark at everyone that walks past her." "So what, now I can't control my dog?" "Ma'am-" "You know what, I think I'll take Cupcake to that new vet that's opened up down the block. Take her to someone who actually cares about helping animals."

*yn* leant back in her chair, the interaction from earlier that afternoon playing over in her head on a loop.

"Fucking idiot." She muttered.

She glanced up at the clock on the wall. The paw shaped clock hand ticked slowly.

It was nearly quarter to twelve.

Almost time for her to clock off.

She tried to focus back on the soft blue light of the computer screen in front of her. She couldn't leave for the day until she finished typing up her shift report , but her mind kept wandering.

Her phone buzzed on the desk.

Running late sorry. Had to evacuate the subway again - metahuman flooded the station! :(

A sigh escaped her lips. Lucy was meant to be here at eleven thirty so they could do the shift handover before the next vet tech on shift got here at midnight.

*yn* had already sent Will, the vet tech on her shift, home for the night. It meant that she'd be manning the fort on her own for at least another thirty minutes.

She responded to Lucy letting her know it was fine and not to stress before placing her phone back down.

She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache begin to creep up the back of her skull. The last twelve hours were starting to take its toll.

She pushed out of the chair, stretching her stiff limbs.

Tea. She needed tea.

The sound of her sneakers squeaking on the laminate bounced off the walls. A car honked in the distance.

It was so quiet that she could hear the tiny huffs and snorings emanating from the animals being kept overnight in observation.

Her hand wrapped around the handle of the rusting kettle.

A sharp series of rapid knocks made her jump and jerk her hand back, causing the kettle to topple off the counter. The lid swung open halfway on its journey to the floor, causing water to soak her front.

"Fuck!" She cursed as the kettle crashed loudly on the ground.

If the water had been boiled, she'd have been taking a very urgent trip to the ER.

"I'm coming - shit!" She hissed as she tried to clumsily ring her scrubs out.

The knocking continued as she hurried out into the waiting area.

They always locked the front door after hours. The locals knew there were drugs galore in here. *yn* had very quickly learnt that they weren't particularly fussy about whether they were intended for humans or not.

There was a man standing at the door. It was hard to make out his features in the dark. What she could tell was that he was huge, his imposing frame nearly engulfing the whole glass panel.

As she got closer to the door, she realised he was holding a bundle of white fur. Almost blinding so. Like it had been carved from fresh snow.

She paused for a split second.

She was acutely aware that she was alone in here. And it wouldn't be the first time that someone had tried to use a stray to get inside.

"Please! You have to help us!" The man's voice was muted as it tried to pierce through the thick glass.

*yn* glanced back down at the bundle in his arms. It was unmoving.

That made her decision for her.

She slid the deadbolt out of the latch and stepped aside, allowing the man to tumble in.

The fluorescent light allowed *yn* to finally get a look at him. A mass of black curls on top of his head, a face framed by thick glasses that were sitting lopsided on the bridge of his nose.

That was all she took note of before she focused her attention on the animal in his arms.

A dog.

"Thank you - I just- I came home and I didn't know what to do and I just googled the closest emergency vet and I-"

"Follow me. What happened?" *yn* asked him as she crossed the waiting room to open the door that led to the consultation rooms.

"I-I don't know I just came home and he was unconscious, I tried to rouse him but nothing was working."

"Just put him here." She gestured to the table in the middle of the small room.

"He's breathing, I could hear- I checked his pulse." The man continued as he placed the dog down gently.

"Well, that's a good first step." *yn* ripped two fresh gloves out of the dispenser.

"He couldn't have eaten anything? Chocolate? Medicine left out?"

"No." He shook his head adamantly. The sticky thwack of the gloves encasing her hands rung out through the room.

"Ok. That's good." She nodded as she rounded the table.

Her heart was beating fast, but she was calm. The headache had dissipated. The adrenaline that she was addicted too had taken hold.

"I'm going to have to ask you to step out while I take a look at him sir." She instructed without looking up as she began to press her hands against the dog's ribs.

"What- no I can't-"

"Sir." She cut him off firmly. "I'm not asking."

"But-"

"Sir-"

"It's Clark."

She glanced up at him, noting the expression on his features. She'd seen that look a thousand times before.

Pure fear. Panic. Confusion. The guilt that he might have been the one to cause this.

"Clark." She softened her tone. "I'm *yn*. And I understand how you must feel right now. But in order to give your dog the best medical attention that I can, I need to be a hundred percent focused and I can't do that with you in the room."

He opened his mouth as if to argue, but promptly shut it and nodded.

"Ok." She nodded back. "What's his name?"

"It's uh-" Her brow furrowed, peering up at him through her lashes when he paused. "It's Dog."

She nodded, unphased.

"I've heard a lot worse, trust me."

She remembered to shoot him a small smile, hoping it would somehow ease his worry.

"Dog is in safe hands. I promise."

Clark jiggled his leg up and down. The fluorescent light hummed above him.

It had felt like hours had passed since he'd crammed himself into the small waiting chair.

He could hear the vet, *yn* she'd said her name was, moving around in the room behind him.

His ears picked up her soothing voice.

"You're very handsome, has anyone told you that before?"

He leant his head back against the plaster, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to calm himself down.

"You're going to be just fine, gorgeous boy. I'm going to take very good care of you."

His heart warmed. Krypto was indeed in very safe hands, he could tell already.

After what felt like an eternity, he could hear the squeaking sound of *yn*'s sneakers getting louder. Clark shot up out of the chair the second the door swung open.

"How is he?"

Now that she wasn't in sink or swim mode, she could finally look at the owner of her patient properly.

The thick frames that she identified earlier were covering kind, blue eyes. The glasses were still crooked, sliding down the bridge of his nose like they were trying to escape. The black mass of curls were perfectly tendrilled, flopping down over his forehead.

His body was wrapped in a jacket. There was a tuft of red material poking out of the left pocket.

His frame seemed even bigger than she remembered. His thighs looked like they could be the size of her torso, his biceps the size of her head.

He was stupidly good looking, she quickly realised.

The tense look on his face made her snap back into reality.

She cleared her throat, "So far, Dog seems completely fine."

Clark let out an audible sigh of relief.

"I did an ultrasound and a physical and couldn't detect anything abnormal, apart from some bruising that's starting to form around his skull." She placed her stethescope around her neck.

"I did a quick scan, there's some slight swelling around the brain but nothing that seems to be of any concern. Looks like he might have taken a bump to the head."

Clark frowned. "I don't understand."

"I've seen it happen before. Dogs get a bit too excited, run into a tree chasing a ball or a coffee table or something and stun themselves."

"Are you- are you saying that he knocked himself out?" Clark queried in disbelief.

*yn* shoved her hands into the pockets of her scrubs. "Until I run a few more tests and get the results of the bloods back, that's my best guess right now. Yeah."

"I guess that explains the dint in the- wall." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a groan. "What the hay, dog." He mumbled to himself.

*yn* raised a brow in amusement. "Did you just say 'what the hay' unironically?"

Clark blinked. Now that he knew Krypto was ok, he looked at her. Really looked at her.

Covered head to toe in pink scrubs adorned with dog bone shapes. Scrubs that were soaked through the front, clinging to her skin. Hair scraped back. Dark rings under eyes that seemed to sparkle. Lips twisted in a bemused smirk.

Beautiful.

"What can I say, you uh- you can take the boy out of Kansas, but can't take Kansas out of the boy?"

That elicited a small chuckle from her. The mood lightened between the two.

"Well if you grew up in Kansas, you must know a thing or two about animals." She answered as she crossed the waiting area to the reception desk.

"You mean I must know a thing or two about cows, right?"

"I wasn't going to say it but..." She shrugged innocently as she opened a fresh intake form on the computer.

"I can't talk though, I've lived in Metropolis my whole life so I guess that makes me an expert in what...rats and squirrels?"

Clark chuckled at that. He pushed his glasses back up the slope of his nose.

"I've given Dog just a little something for the pain and a shot to try and rouse him." *yn* explained, slipping back into vet mode as she typed out Dog's symptoms.

"Thanks. How much is the bill for all this?"

*yn* swotted his question away with her hand. "Don't worry about it."

Clark frowned. "I insist."

"It's fine, honestly. I didn't have to do much. I'm just glad he's ok."

Clark smiled at her. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

"It's nothing." She dismissed him, feeling herself growing slightly nervous under his gaze. "If it's ok with you though, I'd like to keep him overnight in observation, just to make sure it's nothing more sinister."

"Oh uh-" Clark cut himself off as he tried to think of an excuse. The last thing he needed was Krypto waking up and tearing this place apart.

*yn* glanced up at him over the computer screen.

"I think I'd rather just take him home, he can get a bit antsy. He's not very well trained."

"Trust me, we'll be fine. Our whole lives here are pretty much spent dealing with untrained pets."

"I appreciate that it's just- um- well he's- how do I put this-"

A loud crash echoed down the hallway. Clark didn't need super hearing to know what room it came from.

"What the-" *yn* sprung into action, hurrying down the hallway. Clark was hot on her heels.

She yanked open the door to the consultation room. *yn*'s jaw dropped. Clark nearly collided into her back as she stopped short of breaching the entryway.

Floating a few inches off the table, was Dog.

He was still groggy, but most definitely awake. He was swaying slightly from side to side in the air.

*yn* glanced down at the floor. The surgical light had been knocked over.

"Ok." She swallowed as she inched into the room. "Guess I'll need to add 'flying' to his patient chart."

"I can explain-"

Clark however, did not get a chance to explain.

The second he spoke, Dog's face jerked up. It was like Clark's voice were smelling salts, shocking him into consciousness.

*yn* noticed that one of his ears was permanently flapped up.

A ball of white shot across the room. *yn* yelped, jumping out of the way before he could crash into her. Clark however, wasn't so lucky.

Dog barrelled into him, knocking him clean off his feet. He landed with a loud thud on his back. *yn* twisted around to see Dog jumping up and down on Clark's chest, his tail wagging so fast it was like a windshield wiper on steroids.

"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" Clark protested, barely able to get the words out as Dog covered his face with licks.

"Krypto?" *yn* queried as she rose to her full height.

At the sound of his name, Krypto turned to look at her. He tilted his head, his big eyes locked on her. He stepped off Clark's chest and took a few steps towards her.

Luckily, that was enough of a distraction for Clark to lunge forward and scoop him up in his arms.

"Stop it, hey settle dog, please." Clark begged as Krypto struggled against his steel like grip.

*yn* had to do something, if he got loose she didn't want to know what kind of carnage he could wreak in here.

"Hey, it's ok." *yn* spoke calmly, closing the gap between her and Clark. If this didn't work, it was going to have to be a tranquilliser.

"I'm not going to hurt you." She reassured him. Dog stopped struggling as she slowly extended a hand out. He watched it curiously, but didn't squirm away, as it came to rest on his spine.

She began to run soothing strokes down his back. Clark felt Krypto relax in his arms.

"I know, the vet is a scary place huh?" Krypto licked her hand in acknowledgment.

Clark looked up at her in disbelief. It was pretty much impossible to control this dog, and she'd somehow managed to subdue him in less than thirty seconds.

Once she was sure that Dog, or Krypto, was calm, she fixed her attention on Clark.

"So, you wanna explain to me how you managed to get ahold of Superman's dog?"

Clark swallowed. "It's kind of a....foster situation."

*yn*'s brow quirked up, indicating that explanation wasn't going to exactly cut it.

Clark paused, debating whether or not to say anything, before finally relenting. "I know Superman, sort of. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet."

"Oh." The name rung a bell. "You're Clark Kent?"

He nodded.

"Yeah. I know you, I've read your articles. You interview him a lot."

"Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky." He laughed awkwardly, shoving his glasses back up his nose again. "Anyway Superman is a busy guy y'know? Always out saving the day. I babysit Krypto sometimes when he's out doing all that awesome hero stuff."

Krypto looked up at him at that. He let out a small growl. Clark shot him a warning look, which *yn* luckily didn't notice.

*yn* glanced back down at Krypto. "Well, that's very kind of you." She moved her hand to scratch under his chin.

"Maybe next time you see Superman you can ask him if Krypto's up to date with all his shots. If he's not, tell him to bring him in." She glanced up at Clark through her lashes.

"If dogs from outer space even need them." She tacked on quickly. "They're a bit beyond my expertise I'm afraid. Shockingly, we didn't learn about superdogs in vet school."

Clark let out a chuckle and nodded shyly.

"I'll be sure to ask him."

“Ok, good.” She nodded. A heartbeat of silence passed between them.

"So when you said before 'that explains the dint in the wall', you actually meant the-"

"The ceiling mmhmm. Yep." Clark nodded.

He glanced down at her wet scrubs. *yn* caught his gaze before he could look away.

"Don't ask."

"Wasn't going to." His brows quirked up.

She folded her arms, "let's just say, it can be added to the list of Krypto's casualties alongside the lamp and your ceiling."

Their mouths simultaneously quivered before bursting into laughter.

A fortnight or so had gone by since the whole 'flying dog in the middle of the night' incident.

While her mind every so often wandered to thoughts of the chaotic duo, it was always quickly dragged back to the all consuming reality of her patients, customers and staff.

The longer time ticked on, the more that *yn* was starting to convince herself that the whole experience had been some sort of a hallucination as a result of severe sleep deprivation.

"Hey, you ok if I duck out and grab something to eat?"

*yn* looked up from the bandage she was currently redressing on a grumpy Persian, Tuna, to see Will standing at the door. "Yeah of course, take thirty."

It was only early evening and the start of their night shift, *yn* wasn't expecting it to pick up until a bit later on.

"Awesome, thanks *yn*."

"Oh grab me a redbull while you're out and you can make it forty!" She called out after him.

She heard him shout back an acknowledgment as she focused her attention back on Tuna who was begin to squirm in her arms. "Nearly done buddy." She muttered.

She had just placed Tuna back in his cage when she heard the shrill bell of the front door opening.

"Will, you can beg all you want but you're not getting the company card." She teased as she came out into the front area.

"Not Will, I'm afraid." A deep, amused voice answered.

Clark's gorgeous smile greeted her near the desk. She tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped.

Nope, definitely not Will the gangly freckled vet tech.

"Nice to see you coming in here conscious this time buddy." *yn*'s eyes lit up at the sight of Krypto in his arms. His tail started wagging at the sight of her.

"Not for lack of trying, believe me." Clark answered her as she closed the distance between them to give Krypto a scratch behind the ears.

*yn* seemed more excited to see Krypto than him. Clark kind of loved it.

"I hope you don't mind us dropping in. Krypto has been limping a bit on his front right leg."

Concern flashed across her features.

"I was wondering if you could take a look?"

"Yeah of course, I can take a look now."

Clark followed her through to the same consultation room. He noticed that the lamp had been fixed since they'd last been here.

Clark had only just placed Krypto down onto the table when the front door chime rang out again.

She withheld a sigh. Maybe it was going to be a long night.

"Sorry, I'll just be a moment." She shot him an apologetic look.

"No problem, take your time."

"Try not to take out the lamp again." She teased Krypto before heading back out into the corridor.

Clark's eyes followed her the whole way there.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she made her way out into the waiting area.

The very familiar yapping of a certain chihuahua filled her ears. Shit. It was indeed going to be a long night.

Sure enough, the lady from a few weeks prior stood in the middle of the room. Cupcake's yapping only increased when she spotted *yn*.

Maybe they needed to implement a 24 hour locked door protocol.

*yn* painted on a fake smile. "Hi ma'am, how can I help you?"

The lady's lips curled up into a snear.

"Exactly the vet I was hoping to see."

"Is everything alright with Cupcake?"

The lady scoffed. "Don't pretend to care about my dog now."

*yn*'s smile dropped. If she got accused of not caring about her human customers, she'd probably shrug her shoulders and agree. Humans could definitely suck.

But she always cared about the animals. Always. Even if they were misbehaved, it was always due to trauma inflicted by humans or lack of training.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. I went to the other vet and when I tried to claim the bill through my insurance they told me I couldn't because I'd already come to see you."

"Ma'am it was your decision to go get a second opinion-"

"I only had to get a second opinion because you refused to help me." The lady's cheeks were going pink with anger. "The other vet was more than happy to help me."

*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She knew that vet from veterinary school. He'd do just about anything an owner asked of him if it meant it made him money, even if it wasn't in the best interests of the animal.

"And now I'm four thousand dollars out of pocket because of you."

*yn*'s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she focused back in on the woman's ranting. Four thousand fucking dollars? She bit her tongue to stop herself from asking if he'd prescribed medication dipped in gold.

"While I'm very glad that you've found a solution for Cupcake, I'm not sure what you want from me exactly."

The woman let out a bitter laugh. "What I want is for your clinic to cover the cost. It's your incompetence that caused all of this."

*yn* gritted her teeth. It was becoming harder by the second to stay professional. "I'm afraid that's not possible ma'am."

"Well that's just not good enough. I want to speak to your manager."

*yn* cocked her head and gestured to herself. "You're speaking to her."

The woman's neck was turning a concerning shade of purple.

"Is this some kind of joke? What sort of joint are you running here? Scamming people out of there hard earned money and taking advantage of their love for their animals. It's a disgrace. You shouldn't be allowed to call yourself a vet-"

"Is everything ok out here?"

*yn* turned around at the sound of Clark's voice. He looked different. His back was stiff, his chest puffed. He somehow looked even taller than usual.

He stood beside her. His eyes ran over *yn* briefly. Assessing. He noted the way her face was taught, like she was trying to hide the impact the words were having on her.

He turned to look at the woman. His face was stony. Hard set.

Cupcake stopped barking at the lady's feet.

"Nothing that's any of your business. Although, word of advice - go to a different vet clinic while you can."

"No, I don't think I will." Clark answered, his tone clipped. "I think *yn* is an excellent vet. Probably the best in Metropolis. She cares deeply about animals and loves her job. It's a shame that you can't see that."

*yn* looked up at Clark in shock.

The lady's face soured even further. If that was possible.

"If she loved animals she would have helped Cupcake-"

"I was trying to." *yn* cut her off, the restraints around her tongue finally loosening free. "It's not my fault that you can't be bothered to train her. But hey, go ahead and drug her up with some meds that she doesn't need and might give her heart failure to make your life easier. Cause you're the one who loves her, right?"

"How dare you-"

"I think you should leave." Clark cut her off firmly. His eyes were blazing with unspoken emotions.

*yn* didn't even think it was possible for Clark to get angry. He came across so gentle. Clearly she was wrong.

The lady opened her mouth to respond but seemed to possess enough common sense realise it was a fight that she wasn't going to win.

"I will be leaving a very honest google review of this place." She snapped. "Come on Cupcake, let's go."

"Looking forward to it." *yn* shot her a sarcastic smile, watching as the lady tugged on Cupcake's leash harshly, dragging her out into the cool spring air.

*yn* released a breath that she didn’t know she was holding as the door rattled shut. She turned to Clark.

“I’m sorry about that.”

Clark looked down at her, his brow furrowed. Humans could be so strange sometimes.

“Why are you apologising? She was awful to you.”

“I’ve copped worse.” *yn* let out a somewhat strangled laugh. Her attempt to lighten the mood crashed and burned.

Clark’s frown lines deepened. “Are you ok? That was horrible. You didn't deserve that.” Clark placed a hand just above her elbow.

*yn* tried to ignore the way her skin seemed to ignite under his touch.

"Yeah I'm fine."

“I hope you know that nothing she said was true.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“For all the things you said.” She clarified when she saw confusion flash across his features.

“I was just telling the truth. You are an incredible vet. That lady would have been lucky to have you look after her dog.” He said it so matter-of-factly. So confidently. Like he was explaining that the sky was blue.

The compliments made her squirm. She'd never been good at taking them. She folded her arms over her torso.

"Well thank you. Really."

Clark noticed how closed off she became at his words. Did she really not see how brilliant she was?

"Although, I'm kind of glad I didn't have to. Cupcake was a bit of a nightmare."

Clark let out a throaty laugh.

"Yeah I know a thing or two about that." He glanced down the hallway to where he had left Krypto, after practically begging him to stay put.

"Speaking of, let's see if we can figure out what is wrong with that paw of his."

The mood lightened as *yn* slipped back into her comfort zone. She opened up again, both physically and emotionally as Clark followed her back into the consultation room.

Clark watched her as she picked up Krypto's paw and gently felt it with her gloved thumbs.

"Your friend is having a bit of a rough time at the moment, isn't he?" *yn* spoke after a few moments.

"My friend?"

*yn* looked up at him, her brows threaded together. "Superman?"

"Oh right." Clark blinked furiously. "Yes, him."

"I feel for him. The trolling online is fucked. Although, the hashtag supershit is kind of funny... but don't tell him I said that."

Clark's fists balled at his side. "Really? I think that one is particularly stupid."

*yn* glanced up at him at the sound of his tone. She raised a brow at the sight of his clenched jaw. "Ok, no mention of hashtag supershit, got it."

"Anyway, he's just trying to do the right thing. I don't know how anyone can have a problem with him."

Clark's annoyance melted away.

"I mean I saw him save a squirrel once for gods sake. The guy doesn't have a bad bone in his body. He's just trying to make the world a better place."

*yn* continued talking, completely unaware of the way Clark was looking at her.

"Ah, I see what's wrong." *yn* announced before Clark had to think of a response, all thoughts of Superman flying out of her head.

"It's a splinter."

"Really? I swear that was the first thing I checked for."

"It's pretty small and it's buried in the crevice of one of his paw pads. Don't worry I wouldn't have spotted it if I didn't know what I was looking for." *yn* reassured him as she crouched down, tweezers in her hand.

"And all done!" She announced seconds later, standing up to reveal a splinter the size of a small thumb tack pinched in between the arms of the tweezer.

"Try that Krypto."

At her words, Krypto tentatively placed his paw down on the surface. Testing it. His tail started to wag furiously when he realised he could put his full weight on it.

Clark couldn't ignore the disappointment that unfurled in his stomach. Not that he'd ever wish pain on Krypto, but a part of him hoped it would have taken a bit longer for *yn* to fix him.

"Now you can go back to putting dints in things." *yn* shot Clark a grin as Krypto leapt off the table and circled Clark excitedly.

He then hurled towards *yn*. He jumped up on her excitedly, his paws pressing against her torso. Not knowing his own strength, the force of him leaping up onto her made her fall back.

*yn* swore that one second Clark was across the table from her and then she blinked and his firm chest was behind her. His hands wrapped around her arms, stopped her from falling flat on her back.

His cologne invaded her senses. Lemon, violet - a hint of cedarwood. This man was going to be the death of her.

"Krypto." Clark scolded.

Krypto sat at *yn*'s feet, looking up innocently.

"Sorry." He helped her straighten up.

"It's ok." She swallowed.

He studied her. His hands lingered for a moment too long to be considered innocuous.

"At least we know his paw is ok." She laughed breathlessly.

He smiled and nodded. *yn* felt the absence of his chest against her back as he stepped away.

"*yn* I'm back! There's a redbull with your name on it in the fridge." Will's voice from the back made the pair pull away from each other.

"Thanks Will!" *yn* called back. She looked over at Clark, whose eyes were still fixed on her.

"I should get going." Clark spoke. "I won't keep you from your redbull."

"Good idea. I get real mean uncaffinated." She teased.

"Somehow, I doubt that." Clark smiled softly, which she returned. "Oh how much do I owe-

"Ah ah no." *yn* shook her head firmly. "I'm not taking your money."

"But-"

"But nothing. Superman and Krypto do so much for us. It's my way of saying thank you."

He couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, even as he accepted defeat.

If he hadn't been certain that he was in trouble already, he most definitely was now.

*yn* sat on her sofa. A half eaten pad thai was in her lap. A coke zero can was in one hand, the tv remote in the other.

She flicked through the channels. She really needed to just pay her Netflix subscription. Her finger hovered over the change channel button as she flicked onto one of the news channels.

Some sort of giant axolotl looking creature was running rampant downtown. Nothing that out of the ordinary for Metropolis. She watched as the camera zoomed in on Superman barreling towards the creature.

Her heart rate jumped when she spied a streak of white and red beside him.

She sat up, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched the pair take on the creature.

She placed the coke can down before she inevitably spilt it. Her nails dug into the couch as the creature whipped around and smacked Superman with it's tail. He went flying straight into the ground.

Somehow, the camera managed to find where he had landed. He'd created a massive path of broken concrete and bricks, leading straight to where his body lay motionless amongst the rubble.

*yn* bit the inside of her cheek as he raised his head and let out a groan. She watched as Krypto appeared, leaping on top of him. He began to jump up and down on his chest, his tail wagging, kind of like he did with Clark.

"Krypto - stop! Down! Down! Ow!" The camera picked up Superman's muffled voice.

*yn* froze. That voice. It sounded exactly like-

She continued to watch Krypto and realised the way he was jumping up and down wasn't just kind of like how he jumped on Clark. It was how he jumped on Clark.

The puzzle pieces all slotted together in her mind. The weird reaction anytime she brought up Superman, the unexplainable speed, the fact he literally had his dog.

"Holy shit."

*yn* glanced down at her coffee table. Yesterday's edition of the Daily Planet, riddled with coffee stains, was still sitting there. She gripped it tightly and flipped to the fourth page where she knew she'd find the latest article that Clark had written.

She scanned through it again. She read the parts where Superman answered Clark's questions. Superman responded to things exactly how she'd imagine Clark responding. Because he was. He was interviewing himself.

Realisation hit her. "Fuck."

She'd called him supershit to his face.

It had been a month since she'd last seen Clark and Krypto. Since she'd figured out who Clark really was.

There were some terrible things happening in Jarhanpur and Boravia, and Clark - Superman - was copping the brunt of it.

She hadn't expected to see them again for a while, maybe even ever.

That didn't stop her thinking about them. About Clark's kind eyes and soft smile. About Krypto's floppy ear and whirring tail.

So, one evening when the clinic phone rang, she got quite a shock when she heard Clark's voice on the other end.

"Clark?" "Hi." He sounded nervous. "Is everything ok? Is Krypto alright?" "Oh he's ok. I mean- it's just his paw. He's limping again. I was wondering if you had time for me to come in later and have a look?" "Yeah of course. Come in whenever. You don't need to call in advance next time, someone will always be here to help." "I know." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Like he was debating his next words. "I just wanted to make sure we saw you."

Now, here they were. Back in the same room, with *yn* examining the same paw.

Expect this time, she harboured the knowledge that the man standing across from her was the most powerful being on the planet.

She tried to relax as she looked at Kyrpto's paw. Her heart was beating firmly against her ribcage. She needed to try and act normal, but she was worried that if she tried too hard to act normal, it would be suspicious.

Should she tell Clark she knew? Maybe he already knew. Could Superman read minds? She couldn't remember.

"That lady hasn't come back has she?"

Clark's voice broke her out of her spiral. She looked up at him. His face was pinched with concern.

"The one giving you grief about Cupcake the yappy chihuahua." He must have taken her lack of response as a sign she didn't remember who he was talking about.

But of course she remembered. She was just surprised that he did.

"No, thankfully." She swallowed and glanced back down at Krypto.

He'd managed to learn to stay still while she was examining him. Like he knew she was trying to help him. It made her heart warm.

"Well let me know if she does. I can talk to my friends in the force if there's anything they can do."

His voice was laced with worry and care. She suddenly felt very stupid about being so nervous. Yes, he was Superman. But most importantly, he was Clark, the guy who'd come barraging through here in the middle of the night worried sick about his best friend. Who remembered all the little things she told him. Who wanted to make sure she was ok.

She felt herself begin to calm. "I will, thank you."

"I just want to make sure you're safe and can focus on your job."

Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. How was it possible for someone to be so thoughtful?

She had the sudden urge then to ask for his number. She quickly supressed it. Clark radiated kindness. Of course he'd offer to do something like that. It didn't mean he was interested in her.

She tried to push thoughts of Clark out of her mind as she looked back down at Krypto's paw.

She didn't understand. There was definitely no splinter. She'd triple checked. But he'd certainly been limping when Clark had brought him in, even worse than last time.

She pressed down on his paw, trying to identify the source of the pain. Krypto's tail thudded on the sterile surface happily.

Her frown deepened.

"Have you figured out what's wrong? Is it another splinter?" Clark asked after a few moments. She looked up at him. He was the perfect picture of concern.

She glanced down at Krypto again, who was looking up at Clark expectantly. Like he was waiting for a pat.

"I think so." She stood up as it dawned on her.

"There's no splinter." She peeled her gloves off and chucked them in the trash can.

"Then what is it?"

She glanced down at Krypto and shook her head, an amused smile on her features.

"There's something wrong with Krypto, but it's not physical."

Clark's lashes brushed the lenses of his glasses as he blinked.

"He's faking it." She explained.

Clark looked down at Krypto. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. I pressed down on his paw and he showed no sign of discomfort. And I bet you if I do this-"

She picked Krypto up and placed him on the floor. She turned around to the cabinet and grabbed a dog treat from one of the cupboards.

"Do you want a treat, Krypto?" She dangled the treat in front of him.

Sure enough, Krypto began to jump up, his jaw snapping as he tried to grab the treat. He bounced happily on all four paws.

"No limp." Clark observed.

"No limp." *yn* confirmed as she finally gave Krypto the treat, who inhaled it in a flash.

"He's figured out that if he fakes an injury he'll get attention."

"Or he knew that I wanted to see you."

*yn*'s eyes shot up to Clark's face at his words. A smirk was twisted up on his lips. Was he flirting with her?

She felt her cheeks heat up. She forced a smirk on her lips to mirror Clark's. She needed to try and act unphased.

"Or he's missing Superman." She countered.

God, she was pathetic. He'd given her the perfect opportunity there and she'd completely fumbled. No wonder she was eternally single.

"He is away a lot." Clark admitted, the smirk sliding off his lips.

Shit. Now she'd made him feel bad.

"I didn't mean to imply Superman was neglecting him." She reassured him hastily.

"He's going through a lot right now. I'm sure he's doing the best he can given the circumstances."

Clark's facade faltered.

"You think so?" His tone had softened.

"I do." She nodded. She moved around from her side of the table to lean her hip against it as she studied him.

"He made the right decision. With the whole Jarhanpur thing. He saved a lot of people." She eyed him intently.

"I hope he knows that."

His eyes were moving over her facial features. Analysing.

She'd thrown a line out, giving him an opportunity to reach out and pull her in if he wanted to. Or he could ignore it, play dumb. The choice was his.

"I don't know if he does." His voice cracked ever so slightly.

The energy had shifted in the room. It was like the whole world around them had gone quiet.

Even Krypto sat silently in between them. Watching. Waiting to see who would break first.

"He should. He's a good man. A great one, actually. The world needs more people like him."

Clark couldn't tear his eyes off her. He knew. She knew. They both knew.

Clark reached forward and grabbed the line. He tugged her in.

"How'd you figure it out?" He finally spoke, his voice was so soft that *yn* was lucky to catch it.

She cleared her throat. "I saw you on the TV the other day. Fighting some metahuman. I watched Krypto jump up and down on your chest. The way he reacted when he saw you." She shook her head.

"I just knew."

Clark nodded in understanding.

"Dog's are a pretty good judge of character." As he spoke, Krypto nuzzled into *yn*'s leg.

"Which explains why he likes you so much."

*yn* blushed, leaning down to pat Krypto affectionally. "Yeah well, feeling's mutual."

"Is it?" She looked up at him to see him studying her intently. She had a feeling that he wasn't talking about Krypto. Her heart hammered against her ribcage.

"Yeah." She nodded lightly. "It is."

The pair smiled at each other.

"I'm reserving the right to tease you later about the fact that you've been interviewing yourself this whole time, by the way."

"What can I say, it's nice not having to remind myself everything I say is on the record."

They both laughed. *yn* studied him for a few moments as they slipped back into silence.

"I hope you know that your secret is very much safe with me."

"I never had any doubts." He responded instantly, making her smile widen.

"And if you ever need a petsitter, I'm always here."

Clark winced. "I don't know if I'm ready to put you through that yet. Even I struggle to keep him contained."

"Well, in that case, I do behavioural training classes on Thursday nights at 7pm. You're welcome to come along."

It was in that moment that Krypto spotted the treat jar behind *yn*, perched up on the top shelf of the cabinet. He leapt up into the air, ready to crash straight into it.

Clark's reflexes kicked in, grabbing him by the collar before he could get more than 5 inches off the ground.

A vision of Krypto flying around in a room full of reactive dogs flashed before her. It made her feel slightly ill.

"On second thought, maybe private lessons would be better."

"I think that would be wise." Clark grimaced as he gently pushed Krypto back onto the floor. Krypto let out a whine in protest.

"Alright." *yn* sighed, turning around to grab him another treat.

"I know you're not going to let me pay for these sessions, but I want you to let me repay you in another way."

"And what way would that be?" *yn* asked as she gave Krypto another treat.

Clark sucked in a breath, working up the courage to do what he'd been wanting to do since the first time they'd met.

"Let me take you to dinner."

The blush that had never really left *yn*'s cheeks, reemerged on her face with a vengeance.

She tried to calm her nerves. If he could be confident, so could she.

"That depends." Her tone was light, teasing.

Clark raised a brow. "On?"

"Would this dinner be a-"

"A date." Clark cut her off. He exhaled a breath as he looked at her. "Definitely a date."

She smiled.

"Good. Because that was the only way I was going to say yes."

Clark couldn't wipe the grin off his face the entire time he flew to Antarctica.

He watched as the shards of ice crystallised out of the snow, shooting up towards the cloudless sky.

He whistled a tune as the S emblem split open.

"Good job boy." Clark ruffled Krypto's head for what must have been the sixth time since they'd left the vet clinic as they made their way inside.

Number four turned around from his work station, his blue robotic eye widening.

"Ah Superman! Welcome home. How did everything go?"

"Perfectly. Thank you for helping me train Krypto, number four. The little hop was an excellent touch."

"You're welcome. I thought it might add to the authenticity of it. If I had the emotional intelligence of a human, I'd have thought it was real."

Clark had always intended to ask *yn* on a date. He just needed an excuse to come and see her. To give him a chance to work up the courage to actually do it. There wasn't really anything wrong with faking Krypto's injury, was there?

Clark glanced down at Krypto. As if on cue, Krypto raised his paw and began to limp. He looked up at Clark and wagged his tail, clearly waiting for the treat that usually followed.

"Maybe we trained him too well." Clark frowned.

"Is it possible for you to untrain a dog, number four?"

"I am not sure. I will have to investigate. Or you could ask your friend that you were telling us about. The veterinarian, *yn*. She would likely know given her studies."

Clark winced. Looks like he might have some explaining to do.

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YOUNG LOVE ; UNIVERSITY!AU.

synopsis: They say that high school are the best years of your life. . .But welcome to YUN, where three love interests are waiting in the wings for you. Freshman!Isack Hadjar, who is assigned as your partner for a physics project. Junior!Oscar Piastri, who is the lead manager of your new workplace. And Senior!Max Verstappen, who is your Dutch tutor.

trigger warnings: Use of Y/N; Use of feminine pronouns from the reader’s perspective; Depiction of a love triangle; Descriptions of romantic acts and behaviors; Suggestive remarks

a message from the author: When I tell you, this took me over a week to make. . . Think of this as a Gossip Girl!AU, but set at a University (Your University Name, or YUN for short). There are three love interests, plus some cameos from extra characters (Yes, Lando and Oscar are dating in this). At the end, you will choose which love interest you want. I am so curious to see who you all like the most! Enough of my yapping, I hope you love this just as much as I do. Have fun reading!

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isackhadjar Hello Y/N, it is nice to see someone who shares the same major. Programming has always been an interest of mine, though coding does give me a headache sometimes.

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|| [NEW EMAIL]

From: Professor Yates (emeyates@yun.org)

To: PHY3009

BCC: Physics Project (DUE 08/30)

Dear Class,

For those who missed today’s lecture, a new project has been assigned for this class. Partners were listed on the whiteboard, and a photo is attached to this email. If there are any concerns with these pairings I have selected, please let me know by 08/17.

Thank you all, and have a great day.

Sincerely.

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|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [08/19] — Looks like Christmas will be coming to YUN early, because Die Hard will be playing at the Wilson Theater on 08/22. Buy tickets now!

|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [08/22] — Leaked photos attached between Freshman Isack Hadjar and rumored girlfriend at YUN movie night!

|| [NEW EMAIL]

From: Oscar Piastri (oscpiastri@mayleaf.com)

To: Y/N L/N (ynln@yun.org)

BCC: Interview

Dear Y/N L/N,

Thank you for applying for a position at Mayleaf Books. We appreciate your interest at working at our bookstore. Combined with your previous experience, we would like to offer you a role as sales associate. The starting pay is $12 per hour.

Please respond to this email as soon as possible to ensure that you are accepting this position.

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|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [01/02] — Junior Oscar Piastri caught in a passionate makeout session with Junior Lando Norris and unknown girl inside Mayleaf Books!

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From: Fernando Alonso (feralonso@yun.org)

To: Y/N L/N (ynln@yun.org)

BCC: New Classes for the Spring Semester

Dear Students,

New classes will be added to the curriculum starting this spring. A full comprehensive list can be found in the attachment of this email. If there are any concerns, send them forward to jenbutton@yun.org.

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|| NEW NOTIF: YUN Gossip [03/09] — Senior Max Verstappen seen leaving Keeley Bar with mystery woman. Unknown whether it is his girlfriend or not...

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Contains/TW: not really a ton of tws for this one if any! just general funny banter and i SWEAR on god that millie has game 😤 anyways! glad to finally be back! probably could’ve carried this on longer but i figured you had waited long enough <3

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Part V

The Alchemy

Caitlyn probably lived in what Americans could’ve called a ‘frat house’. A large co-ed ‘almost’ mansion on Oxford campus specifically for upperclassmen. For a while now it had felt more like hers with tenants however. People moved in and out every semester, she stayed.

Whenever I woke up I was already tucked into Caitlyn’s bed, the same fancy silky sheets she had insisted on always having and getting me too. From next to the bed Ellie’s green eyes blinked, a hand extended as if in an offering. “Hey, morning, sunshine.” She said with a weak smile. I stretched a hand over to enclose around hers, squeezing as if afraid I’d lose myself the moment I let go.

“How long was I out?” I whispered in a hoarse voice.

Ellie blew out a long sigh and brought her free hand forward, gently brushing her soft fingers against a tear streaked cheek. “Long enough to hopefully make up for last night? You’re not quite to 8 hours yet but… almost.” A look of guilt filled her expression, puppy dog eyes almost as her brows furrowed together and eyes widened. Innocent eyes. Gentle eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I never should’ve let you go in there without me.”

“Els, it’s not your job to be there 24/7.” I shook my head in denial. A sharp pain seemed to shoot through my skull the moment I attempted to push myself up to a sitting position. The post breakdown headaches were always the worst. Concussion-level pain that made the room spin the moment I tried to move myself at all.

“Careful, don’t sit up too fast.” Ellie moved forward in worry, a strong arm slipping around my shoulders as she slid into the empty spot next to me. “I know it isn’t my job, persay, but… I still have this awful sense of self importance that makes me feel like if I was there it- it would’ve been easier.”

“Ego dissolution, remember?” I questioned as I attempted to twist around to face her. A little flush growing on her cheeks at the subtle call out.

“You’re right, ego dissolution.” She remarked, a soft thumb stroking my shoulder from where her arm still stayed draped around me. “We can go a different day… maybe whenever there’s classes and there isn’t too many people there. Besides, you definitely need to sign up for The Oxford Writers because they’re in charge of the student publication that comes out every semester. Plus I think they even have like slam poetry events and-”

“Els, I just lost the plot entirely just at the mere thought of entering the first day of club rush. What makes you think I can get up on a stage in front of people and read some of the most personal things I’ve ever written in my entire life!” I exclaimed probably with exactly the flourish you’d need to be a slam poet.

“But what about getting published? I mean, people need to actually read your stuff to get published.”

“Actually reading it aloud in front of a bunch of people is a totally different thing.” I added with a little shake of my head. “I’m definitely going to join it’s just- I don’t know about actually performing at these events myself.” I remarked as I slumped down in the bed, letting my body slightly flop over onto Ellie’s. Her arms slid around me like always, letting me rest my head against her slowly growing bicep. “There’s something really really wrong with me, Els.” I whispered, eyebrows furrowing together as I felt that same ache forming in my chest.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” I could practically already see the shake of her head as she bent forward to place her lips against my throbbing temple as if she wanted to kiss the pain away. “You’re just… you. Beautiful, and talented, and kind, and smart, and brave…”

“I don’t think I’m very brave.” I denied, tilting my head backwards against her chest until I could see her peering down at me.

“Being scared doesn’t mean you can’t be brave.” I shifted in her arms as she spoke, whirling around to face her until I was nearly being cradled in her lap, as if I was a bride about to be swept up and carried over the alter. “You’ve been through a lot. You’re going through a lot. But you make it through every single time. And that’s brave.” My eyes softened as I looked into her green ones, gentle and grounding eyes that changed my life the moment they first saw me.

“Promise me something, Els?” I murmured just before lifting a curled together fist, pinky finger extended. “Promise me we’ll never grow apart. Even whenever love tries to complicate things like it, you know, tends to do. Just… p-promise me you’ll always be here?”

The corner of Ellie’s lips just barely twitched upwards in a mini smile before she blew out another heavy sigh of her own. “Always and forever, Mills.” She wrapped her own pinky around mine, a secondary promise to the first one we had made in the hospital. A friendship based entirely off of pinky promises and trust, it was stronger than I could’ve ever expected it to be. “Is this about your date with Vi?” She wondered after a passing moment, her arm still wrapped around me as I settled my head back against her chest.

“It’s not really a date.” I spoke in a muffled voice with my face buried into her hoodie.

“Hmmm, let’s see… Webster’s Dictionary refers to a date as ‘a social engagement between two people that often has a romantic character’-”

“I know what a date is, you fuck!” I groaned as I gave her another playful shove before promptly rolling off of her with a huff.

“Really? Because you seemed to be a little confused-“

“It’s just I’ve… never really been on a date before.” I spoke almost nervously as I hugged my knees to my chest with a small frown.

“Well, that much is definitely obvious.”

“Ellie!” I whined as I smacked an embarrassed hand against my face.

“Okay okay… relax, I’ll be serious for a sec.” She added though not being able to fight back her own little giggle. “Do I need to give you the unbiased version of ‘the talk’ not from somebody you’re related to or…”

“No, she- she promised she didn’t wanna see me just because of that.” I flushed almost painfully as I fiddled around with my fingers currently wrapped around my shins. “That- That kind of stuff still freaks me out.”

“I get it.” She was back to being soft again as she leaned back against the headboard. “Virginity itself is such an archaic term anyways, it’s so stupid. Just make sure she takes care of you or else they’ll never find her body.”

I let out a giggle at her statement even though I wasn’t entirely sure she was joking, and the look on her face read that she wasn’t. From outside the door however our conversation was quickly interrupted by the typical sound of whisper yelling bleeding through the paper thin walls. “Don’t, Vi! Don’t! She has finally been sleeping for once since she got here-”

“Did you give Ellie the same shit whenever she got here?! Or is it just because you have this fucked up personal goal to never let me near her? Is that it?!”

“If Ellie makes her feel fucking safe then she never has to get my approval to stay with her while she’s asleep!” Caitlyn seethed, and meanwhile the arguing only felt like it was going to do my head in.

With a glare forming on my face I swung my legs over the side of the bed to finally stand up. “Mills, be careful, you could still be dizzy.” Ellie was up to her feet with a start as she rushed over to my side. I hissed in pain at the pounding in my head, hands latching onto Ellie’s arms as if to better hold myself steady. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I think there’s pain medicine in your bag.” She slowly lead me forward until everything came back into focus.

“Guys, it’s okay, I’m awake.” I voiced once I swung open the door nearly causing the arguing pair to jump in response.

Caitlyn’s face visibly softened as she peered down at me, arms still folded across her chest much like they were every time her and Vi argued. Which seemed to be a regular occurrence nowadays. “Hey darling, how’re you feeling?” She asked, reaching a hand out to gently rub my arm.

“I’m okay, my head’s just… pounding.” I answered, trying to massage out one of the aches that stretched across my eyebrows. From behind me I felt Ellie pressing two pills into my free hand before holding out my water bottle. “Thanks.” I voiced before tossing them both back almost without swallowing a drop of water.

“Cait, let’s give them a second to talk, okay?” Ellie cautiously began, extending an arm out to grab Caitlyn’s arm as if she was a rapid zoo animal, just waiting for a lashing. One look seemed to communicate it all though, you won’t stop her from seeing her. She’ll find a way regardless.

“Fine, but I’m just downstairs.” I wasn’t sure if she meant it as a threat towards Vi or if she was trying to reassure me, but either way she let Ellie take her arm to lead her down the hallway. All the while Ellie glancing back over her shoulder at the two of us to shoot us a knowing wink.

“Uhhh sorry… about that.” I spoke with nearly bright red cheeks as I twisted around to face her. “Caitlyn can be kind of… ummm, intense, but I guess you know that already. Do you do the same thing with Jinx’s suitors or-?”

Vi only laughed with a little shake of her head, muscles bulging even as she just simply crossed her arms. “Oh hell no, Jinx would kill them before I even got the chance. You, on the other hand…” She added, the lightest hand reaching upwards to grasp my chin as she ever so slightly nudged it upwards. “Look like you’d let someone walk all over you if it wasn’t for Caitlyn.”

“Having an overprotective sister certainly helps.” I shrugged, the pink tint on my cheeks only growing more and more by the second.

“So,” she began with a clear of her throat, my breath catching in my own as I felt her hands unravel to cup the side of my face. “How’re you feeling?”

“Embarrassed.” I huffed, leaning right into her touch however, lifting a hand upwards to wrap around her wrist. Only in some attempt to get her to draw closer. “Sure you still wanna be seen with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” She answered with a softened expression, the lightest touch brushing underneath my cheekbone as she pulled me in. Sometimes I wondered if her cologne had pheromones in it, something akin to laughing gas that had me losing all sense of control. I think I would’ve given anything to not be someone who fell so easily. I know I barely knew her, but it didn’t take much whenever you were me. I also knew, deep down, how much I wanted love. How desperately I found myself searching for it in every unlikely place. Every place that I just had a sneaking suspicion would hurt me. “C’mon baby, come back to me.”

“Hmmm?” I hummed against her chest before I could feel her nudging my chin upwards to meet her face once more. I didn’t even realize how much things seemed to disappear whenever she held me until she was nudging me back to reality.

“You got quiet there for a second, I… wanted to make sure you hadn’t dozed off.” She chose her words carefully, a slight hint making me feel like they actually implied something else.

“Sorry I uhhh, I’m okay. Just kind of spaced out there for a second I think.” I chuckled nervously with a little shake of my head. “Do you… you know, still wanna see me tonight?”

“As long as you still wanna see me. I know you’ve had kind of an eventful day.” I flushed once more as I let out an airy chuckle just before I caught myself dragging my fingers up her muscular arm. “I do know if you keep touching me like that though I’m gonna have to see you.”

“Sure you’re not just a smooth talker?” I let a little smirk tug on my lips as I softly drew my fingers along her bicep like it was the most delicate thing on the planet. And I could’ve sworn I nearly heard her breath hitch.

“Yeah no… I’m gonna need to see you. For sure.” She slotted my chin in between her thumb and forefinger, lips hovering just inches from mine as she was waiting for permission or trying to tease to the best of her ability. Either way it drove me crazy. “Pick you up at 8?”

“You better.”

~

“You may enter!” Ellie called out in a sing song voice the moment I lifted my fist to knock on her cracked door. “What’s up?” She said with a sweet smile as she swiftly paused whatever game she was in the middle of. Though with one glance I could already see her eyes going wide before she sent the controller flying across the bed as she whipped around to face me. “Woah.”

I snickered a bit to myself with a little flush before spinning to face her full body mirror currently leaning haphazardly against the wall, “Do you like it? You don’t think it’s too much?” I wondered with a tilted head, back to studying my appearance in the mirror. Maybe the navy blue sweater was a bit too similar to Caitlyn, and had I gone for jeans rather than the black skirt I currently had on it definitely would’ve been. But I at least hoped that that would���ve thrown it off enough.

“Y-Yeah, I-I mean yeah, you look… wow. Y-You look really good. Like, really good.” I heard her stammer as she rose up to her feet, gnawing on her bottom lip. “I-I mean not to say that I haven’t always thought that you were beautiful because you are but-”

“Els, breathe, it’s okay.” I laughed, lifting my hands as if to tell her to relax, and on cue I could already hear the expelling of a long breath from her lips. “Now… do you think you can help me put these on?” I wondered as I unearthed the pearl necklace from my pocket, though the action didn’t seem to calm Ellie down any.

“H-Holy shit, am I going to get hit by an ancient curse the second I hold these?” She stammered with widened eyes as I dropped the pearls into her palm.

“Of course, your bloodline is screwed for at least the next ten generations.” I joked with a little smirk as I whipped around to face the mirror once more, lifting my long mane of hair out of the way.

“Good thing the cursed Williams bloodline dies with me then.” She added as she gently wrapped the necklace around my neck and fiddled around with the clasp for at least a hot minute before finally securing it.

“Oh yeah? Going for a childless cat lady kind of look?” I hummed with a light touch to the pearls as I whirled back around to face her.

“More like a childless dog lady, not that I should ever be expected to take care of another living being.” She shrugged casually causing me to let out a little chuckle as I stepped forward to slip my arms around her.

“Well, you’re at least a pretty damn good friend.” I muttered as I let my cheek rest against her shoulder. “I do feel really bad… you know, leaving you by yourself already whenever we just moved in.”

“Don’t love, seriously, it’s okay.” Ellie whispered, lifting an arm upwards to hold my head. “Go make friends, fall in love maybe… I’ll be okay, and I’ll be right here, regardless.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t do the same.” A little frown formed on my face as we pulled away. And I hated how hesitant I felt to do anything that Ellie wasn’t involved in. I know it was unhealthy, I didn’t need anyone to tell me that. But from the moment I met her it was as if there was some invisible string tied between the two of us.

“I will… I’m sure I will, just don’t worry about me, okay? Honestly, I mean I spent the first 16 years of my life alone. One night isn’t gonna kill me.” She brushed off with a weak smile before the sound of a knock on the door interrupted us both.

“Oh god… I didn’t realize it was almost 8. A-Are you sure I look okay?” I stammered, not even noticing the anxious pit that had grown in my stomach until I finally stole a glance at the clock.

“You look beautiful, now c’mon don’t leave her standing out there.” Ellie urged with a laugh as she gave me another gentle push towards the front door.

My eyes widened in surprise once I saw both of the brightly colored heads of the siblings however once I threw the door open. “Oh, Jinx! Hey-”

“Hey lesbians!” She interrupted with a grin just before sweeping inside without a second thought.

“Sorry, she insisted on keeping Ellie company while we were out and apparently she lives in the same complex so-” Vi began with an embarrassed tint to her cheeks.

“This unit’s so much nicer than mine though. Damn Ellie, are you also a nepo baby or something? Oh well, I guess being bffs with a Kiramman helps.”

“Oh my god, do you ever stop yapping?” Vi groaned to herself causing me to let out a tiny chuckle.

“No, it’s okay… open door policy here.” Ellie said with a nervous little smile of her own, cheeks reddened as if slightly amused herself.

“Yeah, stay as long as you want.” I repeated before finally letting my eyes sweep briefly up towards Vi. Still in that same leather jacket with a maroon button up underneath this time, undone just enough to drive me nuts and have to work twice as hard to keep myself from ogling. “So… ummm, a-are you ready?”

“Whenever you are.” She said with a little jingling of her keys before offering a hand for me to take.

“Vi, take care of her or else I’ll kill you, got it?” I heard Ellie’s protective voice over the anxious roaring in my ears.

“Yeah! And I’ll help!” Jinx exclaimed defiantly as she popped out from behind her.

“Alright, down tigers…” Vi snickered before I felt the weight of her muscular arm encircling around my shoulders, my heart stuttering to a skip in my chest as she did so. “I’ve got her.”

“I’ll see you later, Els?” I spoke just before lifting a little hand to give the two a wave.

“See you, Mills, have fun.” She remarked with another soft and subtle smile before letting the door slowly drift shut.

“Wow, you’re an American foreign exchange student with a car, I’m actually impressed.” I couldn’t help but flush even harder once we made it outside. An endless burn to my cheeks as we approached the large truck currently parked quite illegally on the curb.

“Really? I guess that’s a good thing, Kiramman’s seem quite difficult to impress.” She teased lightly as she trailed behind me towards the passenger side door.

“We can be, I’m not saying you don’t have your work cut out for you.”

“Well, challenge accepted.” The corners of her lips upturned in a smirk that made my insides twist, the raised entrance to the passenger seat not at all helping as she pulled the door open. “May I?” She questioned with an extended hand.

“You may.” I said with a small smile of my own as I slipped my hand into hers. She held my balance well as she hoisted me up into the vehicle, a gentle hand sliding around my back as if to keep me steady.

“To be fair, trucks are kind of hard to come by in england… Oxford specifically. You think it would be more because of the whole… you know, people moving into uni thing but-” my cheeks heated all over again as I watched her curious eyes scanning over me once she was situated behind the wheel. “S-Sorry I’m yapping. I- I yap a lot whenever I get nervous.”

Vi let her head tilt slightly, that same little smirk remaining on her lips. And I swear it was going to drive me crazy one day, if it hadn’t already. “Do I make you nervous?” She stated before firing the truck up into gear with a lifted brow.

I hesitated a moment, weighing the question around in my head before I propped my elbow up on the center console and shook my head, resting my cheek against my hand as I gazed up at her. “No, you don’t. And I’ve been trying to figure out why since yesterday.” Her eyes glanced over towards me, watching them stay locked on mine for a moment long enough to make my own widen. “Wh-What?” I muttered, now suddenly feeling as if nervous was the right word as she shook her head.

“Nothing, you’re just… wow.” She finally said, a smile tugging back on her lips before reaching forward to fire up the engine. “I mean I thought you were ‘wow’ before but now that you’re actually in my passenger seat it’s like, a different story, you know?”

“What? You didn’t think I’d go for you?” I wondered with my cheeks flaring as I glanced down towards where her arm was now propped up against the center console. A bruised hand almost beckoning me to slip my fingers through it.

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen you? Have you seen me-?”

“Oh right. Bad boy in a leather jacket covered in tattoos who also happens to be an icon on the hockey rink. What innocent little doe-eyed femme would actually wanna go for you?” I sarcastically drawled on causing her to snicker with a brief roll of her eyes.

“You know, you do have a bit of a bite to you, you know that?”

“Well, Caitlyn Kiramman is my sister… and she taught me well.” I remarked almost proudly as I twisted a long strand of my hair around my finger.

“I bet Ellie cried the first time you used that sarcasm on her.”

“She did ask me if I was mad at her, but in both of our defenses we usually think people are mad at us if their vibe even slightly shifts.” I explained with a clear of my throat, finally giving in and letting my hand slide across the console to Vi’s. My fingers cautiously slipped through hers, so much smaller it was almost comical. She didn’t seem to mind though, another little smile forming on her lips as I slowly tugged her hand over towards my lap. “Just so you know though she isn’t this innocent little deer either, like, she could kill you… she could fuck you up if she really wanted to.”

“Oh trust me, I know, I mean have you seen her on the rink whenever she isn’t terrified of Anderson? Like she’s good. She’s really good. Contrary to popular belief I am going to try and not get on her bad side.” Vi added, and I don’t know why but the way she did speak so highly about her was refreshing. There wasn’t any jealousy between the two, at least for now, and I really hope it stayed that way. “Speaking of which, we’re here. I know we could’ve probably walked but what can I say? I wanted to show off the truck.”

“The ice rink? Geez, do you ever leave?” I questioned with another chuckle as I peered upwards to see the same stone building. “I thought they locked this place up at night.”

“They do, for outsiders.” She grinned as she brandished a key clipped to a silver carabiner before shutting off the engine and climbing from her seat.

“We’re- We’re not gonna get in trouble, are we?” I asked the moment she swung open my door with my eyes going wide. And suddenly the goody-two-shoes had possessed me once again.

“Baby, I’ve got a key. What could we get in trouble for?” She laughed before extending a hand to help me slide from the large vehicle. My heart nearly skipping a beat in the process. “I mean, your parents probably paid for this building anyways.”

“Well, not this one specifically, you’re thinking of the Anderson family.” I added, the feeling of her hand sliding back into mine nearly catching me off guard. “So ummm, what are we doing exactly?”

“You ever been skating before?” She wondered before gently tugging me towards the entrance, the question causing me to halt right in my tracks.

“Oh… Vi- th-this is a really sweet idea but I’m absolutely ass at skating. I went once with Ellie and cracked the shit out of my ankle- a-and I don’t even have skates!”

“Relax, I can get you rentals.” Her warm arm draped itself back over my nearly quivering shoulders. I don’t know why but it was almost calming, letting her drag me towards the entrance while I anxiously caught my bottom lip in between my lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you and your very sensitive ankles safe.”

“My ankles are not sensitive.” I huffed, expression shifting into a scowl as I tried to give her a playful shove, but she didn’t buck nearly as easy as Ellie did.

Vi only let out an airy chuckle before whipping out the carabiner attached to her belt loop once more and slipping the key to the rink into the lock, “Sure thing, princess, I’ll take your word for it.”

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The Feral One • Ch 21

Finnick x Y/N

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I had such a shitty day but I’m lowkey in love with this part of the series so I decided to post. Also I did some editing so the sewers are now in chapter 24 instead of 23. Let the fun begin!

Content Warnings - descriptions of wounds

Finnick and you try to make the best of your last few days together before he has to leave for deployment. You continue to skip your schedule, with the news of Finnick’s impending absence leaving you mentally unstable enough for Dr. Aurelius to give you a pass.

You follow him around like a lost puppy, constantly grasping at his fingers as a reminder that he’s still here. That’s the only touch you will allow, however. Your progress has regressed a bit and the nightmares have returned. You can’t even sleep in the same bed as Finnick, worried that you might hurt him.

The only night this changes is the night before he’s shipped out to the capital.

“You can’t go,” you whine as you grasp onto him, worried he might disappear at any moment.

“We’ve been over this,” he sighs, rolling over in the bed to face you.

“I know but it sucks and I hate it,” you explain.

“Can I hold you tonight?” he asks, suddenly turning the mood even more sad than it already was.

You sigh as you lean in closer to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you.

“Thank you for loving me,” you tell him, moving your head slightly to look back at him.

“Thank you for letting me.”

Finnick doesn’t let you go to the hangar to see him off as he doesn’t want to say goodbye. You understand where he’s coming from but watching him get out of bed at 6am and leave your cabin nearly broke you.

Dr. Aurelius decided you would stay in the hospital again while Finnick was away. He didn’t think that you living alone was healthy and you agreed. As much as you hated the hospital at least you had Johanna there. She had a bad episode when she encountered water during her training and had to be sent back to the hospital.

You spend your days sitting with Johanna, neither of you having much to say. Mags comes to see you during her reflection time but again you sit in silence. Nobody was worth talking to as long as he was gone.

You stopped seeing Dr. Aurelius after he tried to explain that your dependency on Finnick was not healthy. He may be right but you don’t care. You need Finnick.

“Miss Y/L/N,” President Coin states as she steps into your room. You were not expecting her as a visitor. It had been only a few days since Finnick left. “You and Mr. Mellark have been called upon for a noble mission.”

You look at her confused. What were you and Peeta going to do? Coin sets down a pile of clothes on the edge of your bed.

“Suit up soldier,” she states. Maybe you would be seeing Finnick sooner than you thought.

You and Peeta are loaded into a hovercraft to an unknown location. Well, the people flying the hovercraft know where you are going, but you and Peeta haven’t been told anything.

It’s a long few hours before you finally land in District 2.

“My name is Peeta Melark,” Peeta whispers to himself as he exits the hovercraft.

You struggle to stand up, a headache having accumulated during the flight. A soldier goes to help you but you swat his hand away, not wanting to be touched.

“What are we doing here?” Peeta mumbles as you fight to stay standing, the pulsing headache not helping.

“In the vehicles,” a soldier orders, motioning for you and Peeta to get into two separate armored trucks. Why are they separating you two?

The ride in the truck is long. You fade in and out of a fitful sleep, unable to rid yourself of a repeating nightmare you’ve had since leaving the capital.

In it, Wiress is sitting on the beach in the arena, staring out into the water with her dead eyes and slit throat, repeatedly muttering “tick tock” to herself. It always happens the same way. Her muttering gets louder until she suddenly goes silent and turns to face you.

You watch in horror as her ashy skin begins to flake off, revealing nothing but bones underneath. Black blood flows from her throat.

“Tick tock,” she screams at you.

“You can’t outrun the clock!”

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 8: Caught in a Lie

Hyeri wakes up for what she thinks is the 5th time today with a throbbing headache. Her neck is sore from the whiplash the air bag caused and she’s starting to feel sore in other areas she hadn’t realized were hurt at first. She needs to get up to take another dose of medicine but she can’t find the strength.

When she was falling asleep behind the wheel, she was also accelerating. She hadn’t realized that she actually slept through two stoplights before she was going so fast that her car was going well above the speed limit. When her car hit the curb, she went flying into the stoplight pole at such a force that the pole was nearly knocked over and the front of her car was almost completely crushed in.

After her accident she blacked out a few times. She stayed in the hospital for two days until her parents could come up from Gwangju and take her home.

The accident left her with a mild concussion, bruises on her face, neck, shoulders, and chest, as well as cuts on her face and hands, a few requiring stitches. Her car is totaled but she’s glad she didn’t come out with any more serious injuries. She could have been discharged within 24 hours from the hospital, but she had no one to take her home. Her manager offered but she also needed someone to stay with her while she recovers at home. She opted to stay in the hospital longer and wait for her parents to come.

It worked out though, because tabloids followed her manager’s car thinking she went home with him the day she was discharged. By the time they realized she wasn’t with him, Hyeri had already quickly and quietly left with her parents.

Since then she’s been at home being cared for by her parents. They stay in the guest room they usually stay in when they come visit. They make sure Hyeri takes her medicines and she eats well. Her mother helps wash her and shampoo her hair, and her father makes sure she gets any and everything she needs whether it be a can of soup or a special edition neck massager with a few extra features than the one she already has.

She’d been wanting to talk to Yoongi or at least reach out, but she can’t bring herself to do so. Instead she continues following their tour as they make their way to London. Every appearance she can see that he’s not doing any better than when she watched their Las Vegas concert. If anything he looks worse now than before. She figures if she reaches out to him she’d only be distracting him as he said before, and that’s the last thing she wants to do.

But the sight of him is so heartbreaking.

Yoongi wanted to go straight to Seoul after hearing the news. He didn’t care about London or anything else, he just needed to get to Hyeri. The guys managed to talk him out of it because it was simply unreasonable for him to do without postponing their first show at least. Not to mention he and Hyeri are in some undefined relationship limbo and everyone was afraid that things may not go the way Yoongi wants if he suddenly showed up there.

When they arrived in London Yoongi spent any time not on a schedule in his room. He wanted to have one of his stashed drinks, but aside from his cash and Black card, his hidden bottles of liquor were also stolen. So he sat in his room sober and distraught.

He received a message from Hyeri’s mother letting him know that they took her home from the hospital. It seems they’re unaware of Yoongi and Hyeri’s complicated status right now. However, her mother mentioned that Hyeri wanted her to tell him that because she wasn’t able to get to her phone. Through it all, she still wanted him to know she was ok. She didn’t want him to worry. His mind is a mess and once again he finds himself buying bottles of alcohol and overindulging.

This isn’t quite like before. Before he wanted to be someone else so he wouldn’t feel the pain that comes with being himself. He wanted to do whatever he could just cause he could. He wanted to become someone who lived wild and free with no feelings about anything. Now he’s just drowning in those feelings he thought he could run from.

He doesn’t sneak out like he’d done before. He’s not looking for strangers to hook up with or bars he can spend a few hours in. He just stays in his room. Drinking and regretting so many things.

Why did he have to go so far overboard with his drinking? Would it be different if he had just answered her call? Why was she out so late on her own? For every question he has, he downs another drink. He could just reach out to her, but instead he’s too ashamed. Everything is fucked and he’s done a lot of things that don’t help the situation.

The guys are relieved that now they don’t seem to have to worry about Yoongi sneaking off to bars, but he’s still drinking just as much so they only feel a small bit of relief. They try to stay near him and monitor him, but they can’t do much when he closes himself up in his room alone.

Namjoon reached out to Hyeri to see how she’s doing. She tells him what happened during the accident and that her parents have been taking care of her. Then she immediately asks about Yoongi. He looked terrible in their last interview she watched and she knows he’s not ok. Namjoon admits to her that Yoongi hasn’t been doing well. He chooses not to mention the part about the blow jobs and robbery, but he tells her how he’s been struggling.

Namjoon encourages her to reach out to Yoongi again. He’s afraid Yoongi may not be strong enough to do it himself, especially since he’s drunk most of the time. At this point Namjoon and the rest of the guys are desperate to have Yoongi and Hyeri work things out so they don’t have to continue watching the heartbreaking deterioration of their brother. Hyeri isn’t sure she’d be able to say anything else to Yoongi. She can only try so much, but if he doesn’t want to talk to her while he’s on tour, what could she do?

Instead she remains in their shared apartment being cared for by her parents until Yoongi returns from tour. The thought of him coming home and being less than pleased to see her fills her with so much anxiety. She tries her hardest to think of something she could say to get him to talk to her. Something she could do to prove to him that she loves him more than anything and she only made a stupid mistake because she’s too scared and weak to speak up for herself.

Yoongi knew that they would still be on tour when Hyeri’s drama premieres so before he left home he had a delivery scheduled for the day of the premiere. Hyeri has been doing better since her accident, but those 2 weeks haven’t been enough for her to feel comfortable going out. So she sits at home and watches the cast and crew she spent so much time with arriving on the red carpet. She hates to miss the premiere for her first big role, but the only thing that hurts worse is Yoongi being in Japan and seemingly no closer to talking to her.

Yoongi can’t talk to anyone unless he has a contractual obligation to do so. Aside from that he closes himself off and continues drowning his sadness and despair in alcohol. He hates himself. He’s spent the entire tour hating himself for various reasons. Maybe she really does deserve Kihyun, or anyone else. Someone who isn’t such a fucking mess.

He was so upset with her. He blamed her for everything that plagued him during the tour. He wanted to spend that time resenting her because he felt it’s what she deserves after she’d hurt him. He resented her for not having the confidence to speak up for herself. He resented her for making him fall so deep in love that shit like this would hurt him so much. He resented her for not giving him the chance to erase her from his mind. He resented her for finally giving him the chance but getting into a car accident and thrusting herself back to the forefront of his brain. Now he resents her for having her name show up on his phone with a message.

Yoongi forgot all about the scheduled delivery he had set up. Hyeri had no idea he set it up before he left. She thought he had sent them as his way of saying he still cares although he’s still mad at her.

She took a picture of the extravagant bouquet of roses being carried by a large stuffed cat along with her favorite snacks and a gorgeous new designer purse then sent it to him thanking him and telling him she loves him and that once again she’s sorry for everything.

Yoongi groans at the message. This time he’s not upset about her contacting him when he last told her to stop fucking him up on tour. He’s upset because he feels terribly guilty. She doesn’t know about any of the intimate encounters he had throughout the tour, but his heart hurts as if she did. He’s not mad that he forgot to cancel the delivery, he’s mad because now it makes him look like a good person. He finishes off his bottle of sake convinced that he’s definitely not a good person.

Hyeri thought Yoongi’s gift would mean he would talk to her again. But she’s gotten nothing. He didn’t respond to her message. She gave him a day thinking he’s maybe busy or tired. But still nothing. She tried to message him again but still silence.

She doesn’t get it. What does he want from her? She starts to slip into sadness again and all she wants is to be alone. Somehow she convinced her parents that she’ll be fine on her own now. Yoongi will be back soon so they can go back home. They were understandably hesitant but eventually gave in and left for Gwangju.

Hyeri was alone again and for some reason, very scared. Scared that she may lose Yoongi for good. She pours herself a glass of wine and scrolls her phone. She’d been so deeply depressed that she never took time to see what people thought of the first episode of her drama.

She should have known that would be a terrible idea. She feared seeing comments from people saying ugly and hateful things, but she didn’t expect most of the chatter surrounding the show to be about Kihyun being a bad boyfriend.

Somehow, it was brought up how Kihyun was still keeping his schedule, even going to the premiere, when he should have been with Hyeri since she’s still recovering from her car accident. More people chimed in and started putting together a timeline of everywhere Kihyun had been since her accident. People weren’t talking about the show, they were dragging Kihyun when he hadn’t done anything at all.

Her glass of wine turned into the entire bottle. That bottle turned to a second. Now she’s in tears watching low quality streams of the guys’ final show in Japan. Yoongi still looks terrible. Every time she sees him it’s worse than the last. Maybe he saw the comments about Kihyun. She knows that wouldn’t help anything if he had a reminder of her fake relationship thrown in his face.

“Fuck!” She cries fed up with it all. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She’s wine drunk and so fucking fed up. She feels just as bad as he looks and she’s at her limit. Her heart is shattered and she feels she has nothing to lose anymore. Nothing but the love of her life.

She drunkenly taps out a message on her phone then passes out in bed fully clothed. She only asked herself what would Yoongi do, and so she did it. The wine has her head swimming so she doesn’t even care what happens next. She just wants her Yoongi back.

The guys did a group live to mark the almost end of their tour. They still have their final show in Seoul, but decided to do a group live now since they fear they may not be able to once they’re home. Plus, Yoongi has been clearly bothered by the recent talk about Kihyun.

Yoongi saw it all. He had a few extra drinks and drunkenly apologized to Kihyun for him being caught up in all this bullshit. Kihyun isn’t the bad boyfriend. In Yoongi’s eyes he’s the bad boyfriend. The bad, weak, most terrible boyfriend on the planet.

Yoongi couldn’t say no to the group live. He tried to stay present in the moment, but he frequently zoned out. At times he wasn’t sure what anyone was saying. He stayed quiet unless someone spoke to him. The live was so he’d stay sober and supervised, but he’s more irritated and sad instead.

The live doesn’t go long. In the end they all retreat to their rooms, with Jimin following Yoongi to his. Jimin saw Hyeri’s message, but he knows Yoongi hasn’t. He doesn’t want Yoongi to be alone when he sees it. He doesn’t know if he’ll have a positive or negative reaction, but either way he wants to be by his side.

Jimin chats with Yoongi a bit claiming that he just wants to hang out. He isn’t sure how to bring up the message naturally, so he hopes Yoongi looks at his phone to see for himself.

They have a drink together and chat some more before Yoongi finally looks at his phone. He checks a few missed calls and clears some emails. Out of habit, he looks at Instagram and the first thing he sees is a message posted on Hyeri’s account.

Hi everyone, this is Rainbow. I want to say that I’m very grateful for everyone who has sent well wishes during my time in recovery. It truly means a lot to me.

To repay your kindness I would like to be honest with you all about something that has been weighing heavy on me for a while in hopes that it causes no more pain for those I care about.

Yoo Kihyun is a wonderful person with a kind heart and incredible talent. He has become a great friend to me, but that’s all he ever has been. I’m sorry that you all were led to believe that Kihyun and I were engaged in a romantic relationship when we have only ever been friends. I have realized that my inaction has caused pain to some who were hurt by this lie, but I will do anything I can to make things right.

I’m sorry to all of my fans and I ask your forgiveness. I promise to work hard to be someone deserving of your love.

I’m resting well and can’t wait to see you all again. Please be healthy. I love you.

🌈Rainbow

Yoongi stares at his phone unsure of what he’s seeing. He reads the message a second time, then tries to determine what any of this means. He can’t be sure, but he feels like she was talking to him directly. Why did she do this now? Did she make this statement on her own? In one of the many ignored texts from her she did mention that she tried to get the company to tell the truth but they wanted to wait until after the show’s premiere. Is that why she’s doing this now?

“Hyung,” Jimin says softly. “For what it’s worth, everyone is saying she didn’t talk to JJS before posting that.”

“She didn’t?” Yoongi asks in disbelief. “Are you sure?”

“I guess you could ask her when we get home tomorrow.”

Yoongi nods though he’s not sure he wants to go home at all. Reading her letter has done nothing but make him feel worse than he already does. He knows that couldn’t have been easy for her to do, and if she finally spoke up for herself, then all of the things he had done have just become a million times heavier. Despite wanting to run far away, he can’t do anything about their flight tomorrow that will see him returning home in the afternoon. Home to Hyeri.

Hyeri wakes up with a wine hangover and a ton of missed calls and messages. She thought it was all a dream, but looking at her phone proves it wasn’t. Kihyun is praising and thanking her for putting the truth out there. He also shared the notice he put on his account that confirmed everything she said and apologized again for misleading fans.

Her friends and family are proud of her, knowing this has all been taking a toll on her, although none of them know just how much her relationship with Yoongi has seemed to deteriorate. His family seems unaware as well when she reads the messages from them offering their support. It’s not until this moment that she remembers Yoongi will be home this afternoon.

What would he say when he comes home and sees her there? Will he be mad? Will he make her leave? Will he at least speak to her? Her mind is spinning with questions, but that becomes the least of her problems.

Her manager called to let her know that he was going to pick her up for an emergency meeting with the company. She wanted to get out of it. She tried to, but she had no choice. She washed up and left when her manager arrived ready to face the consequences of her drunken actions.

The meeting is held with Hyeri, her manager, the PR team for JJS, and someone from HR. She’s nervous and almost certain that she’s about to get dropped from her agency.

Her manager starts by reciting some bullshit company rules that she’s in no mood to listen to. He reminds her that she has to consult with them before putting out any statements to ensure everyone is on the same page. That pisses her off. They’ve done nothing but tell her what statements they were going to put out leaving her with no choice. That’s why she’s in this shit in the first place and that’s why she’s fed up.

“I can’t keep living a lie,” she says softly. “I told you guys what the truth was but you already made up your minds that you would keep rolling with this lie that you forced me and Kihyun into. Where is he anyway? Did you guys talk to him already?”

“We have a separate meeting scheduled with him,” the PR lead says.

“Why?” Hyeri’s voice rises a notch. “Why won’t you ever discuss things with us together? Is it because you think I’ll roll over and do whatever you say, unlike him who will fight back? You want me to agree to what you want then convince him to do the same?”

“We told you what the plan was, you only needed to let us execute it.”

“I’m not waiting!” She shouts. “You wanted to wait weeks after the show to tell the truth and then you wanted to spin it like we broke up. Do you know what you’re doing to us by doing that? Do you even care??”

“Hyeri,” her manager tries to get her to calm down.

“No!” She retaliates feeling the burn of her frustration come boiling over. “Did you even see the witch hunt against Kihyun? And for what?! A few extra viewers? Did you notice no one is talking about the fucking show because they’re so concerned about whether Kihyun is a good boyfriend or not? This lie is hurting him. It’s hurting me. And it’s hurting my actual fucking boyfriend who I’m not even sure is even my boyfriend anymore! I’m not waiting around for you guys to say something when this shouldn’t even be happening in the first place!”

“Hyeri please,” her manager says trying to calm her down.

“Do you guys even care about me?” Her tears begin flowing endlessly and she can’t control her emotions any longer. “Why was it so bad for me to admit to dating Yoongi, but telling a lie is better?” Her cries turn to full sobs and she’s clutching her chest. All of this pain for what? Losing the love of her life for what? “I don’t care what you decide to do, but I’m not going to lie to anyone any longer.”

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 24

No time to rest

@whumpril

Tw: exhaustion, stress, accident, gore, family issues, language

A twelf hour shift was no fun on a regular day, but the last week had taken all his energy.

Melissa had left him, openly advertising, that she had been having an affair for months. How couldn't he have seen? Maybe, because he was working all the time to pay their bills and finance her luxurious lifestyle?

His mother had reconnected. Naively, he had thought she had changed and maybe even wanted to make amends. All she wanted, was money for her next fix. And she kept calling, kept asking, begging, till she got high or frustrated and started insulting again.

Connor had broken his leg and had actually asked under tears, if whumpee could help him move. There was booze involved, when he did, still whumpee wasn't going to let him down and the time to organise was scarce.

So, his days just hadn't had enough hours and at some point, he hadn't had enough energy to keep up.

The result was, getting only so much sleep, that his body was hardly functioning and his mind just partly attending.

The result was, getting told off by his boss for the 3rd time this week. The man was usually a half decent asshole, but recently he was also pissed.

The result was, that whumpee almost fell down the stairs, packed with boxes, repeatedly. His right ankle get bend so bad the one time, he was almost sure, it got really damaged. Every step hurt like hell now.

He got a monster headache and an upset stomach. He had it. And today, he needed to make overtime, undo the shit he just messed up at work.

At 9 pm, the headache was so bad, he was sure, he was going to start puking any second, so he left work, even though, his mess wasn't cleaned up all the way.

A brief stop at the supermarket to get some groceries for Connor and then he could finally call it a day. Awaiting an unpleasend briefing with his boss in the morning, meaning, so probably even less sleep tonight.

A bag of groceries in his left arm, he was fishing for his ringing phone in his poket, while he exited the store. Too exhausted to think about it, he answered. It was Angelica, the woman, he used to call Mom a very long time ago. A muted fuck slipped over his lips, as her torn voice appeared in his head, letting the headache spike instantly. "Whatever you want. NO!" He had nothing left to fight with her. He cursed himself, that he still hadn't blocked her number. She tried to argue, he couldn't take it, his frustration spiking. "For fuck's sake, just shut up and go to hell." He pulled the phone from his ear and ended the call.

As his eyes lifted from his phone, he instantly realised, that he hadn't noticed, where he was going. It apparently wasn't the way to his car. The moment he saw, that he was standing in the middle of the road, lights were already blinding him. The honking horn yelling in his aching head and suddenly his feet were swept from under him.

The pain in his legs and the blaring in his brain ended instantly as his head smashed into the hood. The bag of groceries left his lifeless hand. Unconscious on the spot his limp body was thrown through the air like a ragdoll. Bloodcurling sounds of a bunchload of bones inside his body breaking, he cartwheeled over the car and after a brief second in the air his tensionsless form came down on unyielding pavement with a moist thud.

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I love you. (Say it back)

leon kennedy x fem!reader

warnings: angst, angst, angst. kinda all over the place, kinda doesn’t follow the plot??? mentions of sex, younger???vandetta leon. NOT PROOFREAD

PART 2

Knock knock. Stop. Knock… knock. *Burp*

A sound you were getting used to at midnight.

At first you decided wether or not you should just open the door. Maybe you should leave him there. Make him feel like shit, make him realize what he’s doing isn’t normal.

But your heart was too big for that.

You sighed, looking straight at your TV. A random singing reality show playing in the background, their singing cancelling out the knocks coming from your shared apartment. Or at least what was once a shared apartment you and your boyfriend had.

Lately it seems like he lives in the bars instead of your own home.

You sigh again, hoping the knocks would stop and hoping Leon would leave to Chris’s place, or just somewhere where you wouldn’t see him drunk and wasted.

Getting up from the couch, the knocks only got louder and louder. You groaned quietly and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Coming, I’m coming!” You yelled.

As you opened the door, Leon slumped on you hugging your frame and snuggling on to you like the way you snuggled with your teddy bear he had given you on your guys’s first date.

You sniffed his leather jacket, a scent of too many liquors to count, taking over your nose. You frowned slightly.

“God Leon you irk of alcohol. Did you take a shower in that stuff at the bar?” You asked sarcastically.

He chuckled.

“You’re funny, they don’t have showers in bars, silly…” Leon slurred trailing off from his train of thought his grip only tightening. You let out a big sigh and slowly unwrapped from his grip. He groaned.

“Hey… I was comfortable like that…”

“I know… but doesn’t a shower sound nice?”

“No.”

“Well too bad because I’m not letting you go to sleep stinking our whole bed of alcohol”

After an hour, you had prepared Leon a semi-warm shower.

After he took a shower it was normal for him to go straight to bed, after kissing you and saying a quick “Good night babe” but this time it was different.

As you sat on the couch, you heard some shuffling and saw Leon walking straight to your shared room. Not even looking your way, almost like he was being lured in there. You raised an eyebrow confused in his sudden break of the pattern you two have held for too long.

As you walked over to the room, you saw him on his side. Already asleep and snoring. The void in your heart only getting worser.

———

The morning wasn’t any better.

You had waken up with a huge headache, despite not drinking. Which was pretty odd, because you never got headaches out of the random. Not only that but when you turned around to reach for Leon, the only thing you touched were the cold sheets, meaning he had been awake for a while.

You got up, the off feeling you had only getting more prominent as you walk towards the kitchen, the sound of cereal being poured in to a bowl sounding close.

There you see Leon hunched over, his back towards you as he serves himself some Lucky Charms.

Which was kinda ironic thinking back now.

“Good morning.” You said softly. The rasp in your voice being the only thing Leon was looking forward to.

“ ‘Morning” he simply said pouring the milk into the bowl. He turned towards the island, sitting towards you know. Your eyes wondering Leon’s tired futures, trying so hard not to ask him about last night. You didn’t want him to leave you, and you didn’t want to leave him, but this whole thing was just getting to you. It’s like you had to battle a war in your mind 24/7.

You cleared your throat, despite not planning to say anything.

“Just say it. Say that I’m an asshole for not telling you good night. I don’t give a damn.”

“What? I wasn’t gonna-“

“You were! That’s the thing you don’t speak up about shit! You should hate me, I’m a bad boyfriend, a bad friend, an alcoholic but here you are taking care of me every day after I go to the bar. Why?” He said, the bowl of cereal being disregarded.

You laughed dryly.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

He looked side to side.

“I asked you a question.” He asked sternly.

“Have the 5 years we’ve been together proven you nothing? I love you Leon! And the fact that you asked that question makes me feel like shit. I do it out of love Leon everything.”

Silence.

“How do you think I feel after you leave for work? How about when you leave to go to the bar? I worry that I’ll get a phone call and get told your dead, and I hate myself that I can’t stop you. Because it’s your life. Not mine.”

He sighed trying to calm down in order for his words to come out less aggressively.

“You don’t have to worry about the drinking it’s nothing-“

“Nothing?” You laughed dryly again. Something you’ve done a lot more often lately. “Everyday you come home wasted and tell me you love me. Something you’ve never told me sober, did you know that?”

“Babe-“

“No! Fuck. Don’t babe me now. After all this time all I’ve ever wanted to do was to help you. And now you’re asking me why I’m doing all this? This must be some sick fucking prank.” You said. You were slowly loosing it. You never yelled at him. Sure maybe one time while playing Mario Kart when he beat you, but it was never this serious or intense. Leon’s mind went blank.

He was a horrible person.

“Fuck, im sorry about this I swear I can fix this aright? I fucking hate myself, I hate what I’m doing to myself and I can’t stop it”

There was silence allowing you to calm down before speaking up again.

“I know you can fix it.” You said more calmly this time.

“Just not with me.”

His eyes widened at the words that came out your mouth.

“What-“

“I’m leaving.” You claimed.

“What? You haven’t even packed yet-“

“I did, while you were sleeping. Thought you had heard but I guess you were fast asleep.” You mumbled.

He scoffed and let a small breathy “huh”.

“So that’s it?” He said throwing his hands besides his torso in defeat. “You’re just gonna leave me after all these years?”

“Don’t try to gaslight me now Leon. I’m doing this because I love you. Fuck, everything I do, I do because I love you and I can’t stand seeing you fuck up your life because you refuse to get help.”

You just stood there. Looking at him like if this was some staring contest.

Your heart kept telling you to back out, this was a bad idea. But you brain could only thing how this would benefit him.

You sighed. Starting to walk towards your shared room where you had packed two duffle bags that would be enough clothes to stay with your parents for a while.

As you got up, Leon got up as well grabbing your wrist and before you could even pull away (he was too strong) he pulled you towards him, kissing you just one more time. The taste of alcohol filling your mouth and the taste of your cherry lipgloss leaving a delightful taste at the tip of his tongue. As much as you wanted to pull back and tell him that he was an asshole for doing this, the kids only got more passionate and hungry tounges entering each others mouths, suddenly everything was okay. Suddenly it was his first day as a police officer and you and him had just shared your first kiss with eachother.

Maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all…

Right?

———

That morning had been long. The smell of makeup sex lingering the room. Leon’s bare hands hugging your naked frame, the afternoon sun peaking out from the curtains.

You got up, looking for your clothes he had desperately stripped off you.

Surprisingly after you grabbed the two duffle bags, despite making a good amount of noise, he was still asleep. You looked at him one last time , beige you headed to the kitchen and grabbed a napkin and a red gel pen.

Leon had woken up not too long after you had left quietly crying out your shared apartment.

He knew you always kept your promises.

Immediately he looked over at the night stand, your perfume, his favorite, gone. That’s when he saw a small peace of paper, and he squinted reaching out to grab it as he brought it up to his face squinting.

“Good morning afternoon sunshine,

I really didn’t want you to try and make me stay so I decided to leave right away. It’s already noon and by the time you wake up it’ll probably be dinner time, I know you’ll be hungry. Last night I made lasagna, just that you went straight to bed before I could even offer you some. Lol. There’s some leftovers in the fridge, along with some lemonade or coke, pick what’d you like.

Like I said in the morning, I’m doing this because I love you nothing else. If I could stay with you forever I would.

Thank you for what you gave me this morning.. I enjoyed it… (that might be an understatement.)”

He chuckled at your dry humor.

“Anyway… please take care of yourself and become the best version of yourself you can possibly be.

I love you. More than you’ll ever know. Even if you’ve never said it to me sober.

Love, Y/N.”

A single tear escaping his eye.

———

Years have passed and you had already moved out of your parents home you were temporarily living in.

Once you got your new place you decided it was time to move on from Leon. As much as you didn’t want to and refused.

Each date was the same.

They introduced themselves. They cracked a joke. You laughed. Their mouth moved until they asked if you were okay, and you would just nod. Then they would leave and never spoke to you again.

It just wasn’t the same. They weren’t Leon. They’ll never be.

So that’s what brought you right now. At your old apartment complex. The lady at the counter being the same one from a couple of years ago.

“Hey you were that lady that was the girlfriend of the young blonde man right?” She asked as you walked up to her counter. You smiled lightly. “Girlfriend” you haven’t heard that word in a while.

“Yeah.. uh I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

That being said, you had asked her if she knew any information about Leon and if he had moved out.

Turned out it had been only two months since he had moved out, she said he had told her he was moving to the suburbs. Which was weird considering you two would always talk about how you loved the chaos in the city and would never move back to the suburbs. Turns out great minds don’t think alike sometimes.

“Yeah, he seemed pretty glad to move into a house for the first time. Never said the reason though.” She said ducking her teeth. “He said he was staying by this really big park, with the lake and-“

“Oh my god.”

“What? What happened?” Thee asked.

“He moved back to his childhood home.”

———

It didn’t take you long to built up the courage after all these years to find him.

All the signs were pointing to this.

He definitely got better and had taken to advice to move in back to his old home. The reason was still unknown but you assumed that after all these years he was the person you had told him to become.

You missed him. You couldn’t wait to see him. Would his hair be brown like it was when you left? Or had he dyed it back to blonde, how he had it when you first met?

Either way, it didn’t matter if he was bald, you needed to see him. You needed him to be okay.

As you got closer to the house that was once his, you notice, two cars. Which you assumed were both his, unless Chris was over? No, it was probably just both his.

You parked, getting out of your car and fixing your hair as you prepared to knock on the wooden door. You didn’t know if this was one of your smartest moments. You didn’t want to look like a stalker, but you knew he probably wanted to see you too…right.

You knocked three times, a shuffle being heard in a background and a giggle.

The door opened. And the you heard it, his voice. Still sweet like sugar. Except he said some words that could’ve made you faint on the spot.

“I got it honey-“

You looked up noticing a small kid on his shoulders. Looking down at you. Their icy blue eyes they obviously inherited from Leon, staring at you with a small smile.

“Y/n…”

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Y’all this honestly was abt to me cry lmfaoo 😭 but anyway hoped y’all cried lol.

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47 with eddie roundtree please! maybe a last minute vegas wedding whilst on tour?

WAKING UP IN VEGAS

47: wedding day

fandom: daisy jones & the six

parings: eddie roundtree x f reader

warnings: alcohol use, drug use, swearing

You sipped from the straw that was floating around in your drink, smiling at your fiancé, Eddie, as he spoke to Warren from beside you.

“No man, you don’t understand,” Eddie said, responding to Warren’s question about the attractive women that were constantly around them. “Groupie’s are not a temptation, not when i’ve already found the love of my life,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I’m happy for you guys, man,” Warren grinned, stoned out of his mind from all the marijuana he had smoked that day.

“Seriously, I would marry Y/N right now if I could,” Eddie said.

“Who said you can’t?” You piped up. “We’re in Vegas after all,” you smiled.

You hadn’t been engaged to Eddie Roundtree for very long, 3 months at best, but right now, tipsy from one too many margaritas, getting married this instant seemed like the right thing to do.

Hence why now the pair of you, and the rest of the band, were stood in a wedding chapel at 2pm on a Tuesday in Las Vegas. You were wearing a white sundress that you had bought back in Albuquerque, it wasn’t a wedding dress by any means, but it did the trick. Eddie was wearing a white suit he had found in the bottom of his suitcase.

Your hair was a mess, your makeup was mediocre but you didn’t care, not when you were standing hand in hand with Eddie in front of the altar, listening to him spill his heart out to you during his vows.

“You just get me, Y/N,” Eddie grinned from ear to ear, his cheeks rosy. “And that’s how I knew from the day I met you that i’d marry you.”

Warren sniffed, wiping the tears that were pooling below his eyes. “Love is beautiful, man,” he whispered to Graham, who was watching in shock horror as two of his friends impulsively got married.

There was mixed emotions in the chapel. Karen, Daisy and Warren thought it was a great idea, Billy and Graham thought it was ridiculous and Rod was stressed out, praying that the two of you didn’t regret this once you were sober.

“Do you, Y/N, take Eddie to be your husband. To have and to hold until death do you part?” The celebrant asked.

“I do,” you smiled, nodding your head. You had never been more sure of anything in your entire life.

“And do you, Eddie, take Y/N to be your wife. To have and to hold until death do you part?”

“I do,” Eddie said, instantly, his heart full, eyes swimming with adornment as he stared at you.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride,” the celebrant said, a sour look on his face, repeating the same speech all day long to impulsive couples who decided to get married in Vegas.

Eddie grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him, pressing his lips firmly against yours. Your palms rested flat against his chest, smiling into the kiss, slowly pulling away as everyone cheered and applauded the pair of you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present for the very first time, Mr and Mrs Roundtree,” the celebrant said, making everyone cheer again, especially Karen, Daisy and Warren who were jumping up and down in joy.

“This could be a fucking disaster by tomorrow morning,” Rod mumbled to Billy, clapping his hands, fake smiling. Praying to the Gods above that he wasn’t fetching divorce papers for the pair of you in less than 24 hours.

You threw the bouquet of flowers you had bought from a nearby florist over your shoulder, Karen was the first to catch them, cheering herself on happily, as if she ever wanted to get married.

“Sorry, but we have a line up of 2 more couples who want to get married so everyone has to clear out!” The celebrant yelled.

You left, hand in hand with Eddie, returning to the tour buses with the rest of the band where you spent the night partying and clinging to Eddie’s side.

When you woke up the next morning you had a pounding headache and you were attempting to go back to sleep, until memories from the day before flooded your mind and you gasped, sitting straight up in bed.

“What are you doing?” Eddie groaned, rubbing his eyes, watching you as you looked down at the dainty wedding band that now adorned your engagement ring. Then it hit him also, the pair of you had drunkenly gotten married yesterday. “No!” He yelled and your eyes snapped onto his as he sat up, running his hands through his messy hair.

“What?” You asked, worried that maybe he thought this was a mistake.

“We were supposed to get married on the beach or something,” Eddie said. “I was supposed to blow a shit ton of money on our wedding, not buy you a cheap ring and take you to a wedding chapel in Vegas.”

You giggled, your hands pressing against his cheeks, pushing your lips against his. “It’s a story for the grandchildren,” you said, resting your forehead against his. “I’m just happy that i’m finally your wife.”

—

Y/N ROUNDTREE: yeah, I thought my wedding would be big and glamorous, y’know, considering I was marrying a rockstar with money to burn… but it’s a story to tell and it was perfect.

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hi somber can I plesse request Alex Danvers from Supergirl getting sick after fighting an alien that causes cold/flu sickness as a side effect in the hours afterwards. possibly featuring worried sister Kara looking after Alex back to the lab before we go collect her? prompts could be “You really don’t look good…” and “You look like death warmed over.” 🌈🌺

Fevered Love

〖Notes: Look, I'll be honest, I don't like this one. I've rewritten it probably five times over the last few weeks and I just couldn't get it right. I'm really sorry I couldn't do it justice, I'll do better in the future.〗

〖Summary: Kara calls you in a panic, insistent that Alex is dying.〗

〖Word Count: 1.2k〗

〖Pairing: Sick Alex x Reader〗

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It wasn’t often that you got a frantic phone call from your sister-in-law begging you to hop on a plane and come home because (In Kara’s words) “I think Alex is dying”. That had been enough to jolt you out of your sleepy 4 am haze and push her for more information while tugging on socks while racing to pack everything up.

You hadn’t managed to get much more out of her, just that there had been a fight with an unknown alien and that Alex had gotten herself hit and that was about it. Kara had said that she couldn’t remember anything else important. Unfortunately, it was the ‘unimportant’ things that you really needed to know. Such as Alex’s temperature, her diagnosis, and if they had given her any medication.

It had taken you ten minutes to convince the woman who could literally fly faster than the speed of sound to come to get you, her arguing that she couldn’t leave Alex alone for all of the thirty seconds it would take for her to get you from England. You had finally convinced her that the brunette could be alone while she was sleeping and encouraged Kara to fly to you and bring you home.

Now, there you were, fighting with a clingy, feverish Alex while also trying to convince Kara that your fiancée would be fine. The blonde was incredibly distraught, while Alex seemed more interested in playing with your necklace. They had definitely given her something strong because she was totally and completely out of it.

“She’s been acting like this for hours! She fell asleep on the floor and then tried to make quesadillas, Y/n, I don’t know what to do!” the alien said, wringing her hands in distress. Her bright blue eyes were full of intense panic but at this point, you were more or less just exhausted. You were trying to gauge Alex’s condition, but it was difficult to do with Kara’s nonstop chattering and the woman’s utter disinterest in cooperating.

“Kara!” You finally snapped, shutting her up. She looked at you wide-eyed, her jaw hanging open in shock. Your fiancée stilled, both of them startled by your harsh tone. It wasn’t often that you were anything but soft-spoken and neither woman could actually recall a time that you had raised your voice.

“Kara,” You breathed, taking a moment to compose yourself before you continued. “I know you’re worried, but Alex will be fine. She’s loopy from medication, not dying. Now will you please stop yelling? It's four in the morning and you’re giving me a headache.”

“Mhm. Tried to tell’er.” Alex put in, already sounding a bit more coherent. Good, that would make her a bit easier to understand. You’d seen the woman with a high fever once and she had done some strange stuff. You’d found her wandering the apartment building wearing a tutu which you really had no idea how she got her hands on. It hadn’t been a fun 24 hours.

“Y-you sure?” Kara asked, sounding meek. The worry for her sister was endearing but also sort of annoying. Maybe you’d be able to deal with it in the morning, but for now, you just needed some quiet to tend to your fiancée.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go home, get some rest. Tell Lena I said hi. I’ve got her, okay?” You walked over and squeezed the blonde’s shoulder, leading her slowly toward the door. Kara glanced back at Alex one last time and gave a small wave, which the brunette returned although with admittedly less gusto.

“Take care of her.” You smiled warmly at the reporter and nodded.

“Of course, Kar. I’ll call you in the morning. Go sleep.” She reluctantly left, tugging on the edge of her shirt as she walked down the hall. You hated making her leave when she was so anxious, but you needed to deal with Alex on your own, she would only make it worse with her hovering.

The woman pulled you out of your thoughts with a harsh coughing fit and drew you back to her side, biting your lip as you tried to figure out what to do.

“Aw Lex, you really don’t look good…” You sighed, taking a seat beside her on the couch. She whined tiredly and put her head on your shoulder, curling up against your side. She had barely said two words since you’d gotten home, and it didn’t seem like she was interested in saying anything for the time being.

“Do you remember what Hamilton gave you?” You murmured, content to just let her sleep for a while. You were exhausted from the conference and had suddenly remembered that you’d need to call your boss and somehow explain how you’d gotten from England to America in only a few hours in the middle of the night.

“I dunno, somethin’ strong. Said I’d be better ‘n a few days. M’sorry about Kara, she gets worried.” The brunette yawned, wrapping shaky hands around your bicep. You didn’t really understand how she could be trembling so hard while pressed so close to you, but you assumed it had to do with the fever.

“Shh, don’t worry her. How about we both get some sleep? You really do look like death warmed over.” You were teasing her a bit now, feeling more confident that you could actually take care of her. She was making sense now, which was a good sign. The way that her nose was running onto your collarbone and the wheezy sound of her breathing wasn’t particularly reassuring, but at least she wasn’t talking nonsense.

“Thanks for coming home. You didn’t have to do that.” The brunette sighed, letting out a deep chesty cough which she muffled into your shoulder. If this was contagious you would undoubtedly be getting it. You’d call Dr. Hamilton in the morning and get all of the information.

“Even if Kara didn’t tell me you were dying, I would’ve come home. I love you, Alexandra Danvers. Alien virus or not.” You heard her laugh quietly and leaned closer to her, trying to pretend that you were only doing it for her. If you were being honest, you really needed the hug.

The conference was so overwhelming, and you felt incompetent compared to everyone else there. A sick fiancée wasn’t precisely what you were hoping for to get you out of it, but at least you were home. Plus, Alex clearly needed you. Of course, this was about her needing you. Not the other way around.

“I love you too Y/n Y/l/n. You’re bein’ sappy, you okay?” The brunette prodded, putting you before herself, as always. You sighed heavily and kissed her warm forehead, leaving your nose pressed against her hairline. She smelled like vanilla and fresh cotton.

“Let’s worry about me later. For now, it’s bedtime. Sick girls need to rest.” Your lips quirked up when she kicked you and you both settled back into the couch, neither of you having the energy to get up and go to bed. Who needed a bed when there was another person to cuddle? Alex was more comfortable than any pillow could ever be.

You could tell by the way that she was breathing that it wouldn’t be an easy few days, but for the time being, all you could do was be there for her. Maybe she’d have more information in the morning. 

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long way home 08 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friend to lovers, angst

warnings: jk helping oc to get changed, jk having some dirty thoughts🙄, he's kinda obsessed w her boobs

summary: the one where you're drunk and ask jungkook a question and he unknowingly crushes all your hopes with his answer.

a/n: the last update in 2021!!! 💫💫🌸💗

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

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3 months ago

When Jungkook got texts from you at 4 am saying "hello" - "i hope ur still awake bcause" - "i called a cab and" - "here's the thing" - "i forgot my address" - "so i told him urs" - "sorry" - "u better be awake" "im tired and i wan cuddles" he knew that he was in for a long night.

It had been a long night already. His two month old baby refused to have a decent sleep this night. By now, Jungkook has figured out Nabi's weaknesses though - she loves hearing him softly sing a lullaby for her. And despite her falling asleep within seconds after he begins to softly hum a tune, she wakes up minutes later, crying and screaming. That cycle went on for hours and hours tonight.

Right now she's fast asleep again, Jungkook already counting the minutes till she will wake up again.

Although it's the middle of the night and Jungkook barely got any rest - he doesn't feel tired. His baby girl wailing in his arms for countless of times this night hasn't allowed drowsiness to swamp his body. His sleeping schedule is messed up anyways.

That's why Jungkook is slouching on his couch in the middle of the night, watching some movie on Netflix that he randomly selected from the action category.

He texts you that he is, indeed, awake and that you're welcome to spent the night at his.

Jungkook is actually glad that you're coming over. He's seen you a lot these past weeks because you try to help him with Nabi as often as possible, but he could never get enough of you being with him. Your presence is making him happier, a fact that would always stay the same.

Jungkook takes a sip from his beer that he just fished out from the fridge. He closes his eyes for a second. Maybe he's not tired but he feels the exhaustion lingering in his limbs.

He loves Nabi - he really does - but on nights like these he gets reminded of how hard it is to have a new born and to come accustomed to drastically changing your whole life and routine to have your baby's needs in the center. Especially if you didn't know that a new born would be thrown into your life without having any preparation for...anything.

It still gives Jungkook big fat headache whenever he thinks about his ex.

,,Sora," he mutters, spitefully - perhaps even in a disgusted manner.

But no, he wouldn't let his mind drift off to that cruel woman. Not tonight, at least.

"Jungkooook," you sing-song with a giggle following right after, softly knocking on his door.

Your voice instantly causes a smile to fall on Jungkook's mouth. Leaving his beer on the table he gets up and opens the door for you.

"Hiii, Kookie," you beam, almost collapsing into him with how much power you let yourself fall against his body. Your arms are around his back and your cheek is pressed against his chest. He wasn't even properly able to see your face before you snuggled against him.

Jungkook closes the door behind you before he rests his palms on the curve of your hip.

"Hey," he greets back, looking down at your face squished against his body. "You're not falling asleep right?"

"Noo, just, " - you rub your cheek against his muscular front, taking a deep breath through your nose - "missed you," you finish.

"We had a movie night yesterday, baby," Jungkook reminds you. His hands wander up your cold and bare arms. "Didn't you wear a jacket? Y/n, it's freezing outside." He scowls, rubbing your arms to warm you up.

"I..." you raise your head, staring at his chest with furrowed brows and deep in thoughts. "I had one on," you say. "Must have forgotten it somewhere."

Jungkook is already enough concerned about you catching a cold every time you wear these flimsy low-cut dresses to a nights out. Like, he can look right into your cleavage and god, your tits look amazing and he'd like to squeeze his head in between them for the rest of his life, but the temperature outside are fucking low and now you tell him that you forgot your jacket somewhere? Maybe you should catch a cold to learn your lesson. When he thinks about it, it actually sounds nice because then you could stay at his place and he could take care of you.

Jungkook blinks a few times. You're barely a minute here and already got him confused in the head - from being concerned to thinking about his face between your gorgeous tits to taking care of you when you're sick.

He sighs, shaking off all his thoughts. "Let's get you warmed up again."

Jungkook guides you to his bedroom by your hips. He sits you down on the edge of his bed, opening his closet to get a pullover from his and some sweatpants that you've left here a while ago.

Returning to you, he sets the clothes next to you on the bed. Jungkook kneels down, fiddling with the strap of your black heels before getting them off for you. He remembers you saying that these are the most comfortable high heels you've ever worn. He doesn't quite remember why he remembers such trivial things. With the knowledge he has about your heels he doesn't need to ask if you're feet are fine or if they hurt but he decides to ask anyway, just because he wants to make sure.

"Do your feet-" He gets cut off, well, not really cut off more like distracted by the fleeting view of the underside of your boobs before they vanish beneath the pullover that you pulled over your head. You had pulled your dress down to your tummy, fixing the pullover that now covered your upper half.

"Hm?" you ask, looking at him with those big gullible eyes because he didn't finish his sentence.

Jungkook gulps, mumbling a "nothing" under his breath.

You lift your hips, getting the dress off completely.

Jungkook doesn't mean to stare, he really doesn't, but - oh, are those new? He doesn't remember ever seeing you in some baby blue lace panties. They're cute though, look fancy and just absolutely radiate push them to the side and fuck you in nothing but these pretty panties on energy.

And then shove his face between your boobs and his night would be saved.

His thoughts are moving around dangerous territory right now and, what a surprise, he feels something moving and aching between his legs as well. He blames his 2 month long dry spell for this.

Nevertheless, Jungkook pushes those thoughts away and helps you get into the sweatpants.

"Where's my little baby?" you inquire, hands around Jungkook's biceps to help yourself up from the bed.

"Sleeping. And if you wake her up I'll never forgive you."

"Hmm, though night?" Your arms naturally loop around his neck.

Jungkook nods, your presence giving him much needed comfort. He draws you closer by pulling you by your waist.

"Let's sleep?" you suggest. "Want cuddles," you pout.

"I can tuck you into bed. I'm not tired yet."

"Watchu doing?"

"Just gonna finish watching that movie."

"Okay, I'll come with you."

~

Jungkook doesn't even care about the movie.

He cares more about paying attention to how perfectly you're body fits into his. You're cuddling him from the side, leg thrown over his lap, arm across his front.

He has a lazy arm thrown over your shoulder, thumb grazing over your clothed body.

"Jungkook?" you say, handing him the glass of water that he gave you to sober up a little. He leans forward to place it on the table.

"Mhm?"

"I just had a thought."

"Congratulations."

You ignore him his teasing. "What if parallel universes were a thing?"

"Would be pretty dope, I guess."

"With like the same people and stuff," you continue.

Jungkook hums, acknowledging that you've said something but not commenting on it.

You gasp a little. "What if there's a parallel universe where we're not friends but enemies?" Your eyes widen in shock.

Jungkook smiles at your cuteness. "That'd suck." His hand slips underneath your pullover, thumb rubbing over your warm skin on your hip bone.

"Or one in which we don't even know each other." There's a scowl on your face like that thought alone makes you sick.

"Then I'll take the enemies one. Can't live my life without you." It's sounds corny but it's the truth.

"You know what I also thought about?" you ask almost hesitantly, fingers brushing over his chest.

"Hm?" His hand on your hip pulls you closer to him.

"A parallel universe in which we both would be dating."

"You think that'd be a good idea?" he asks.

"Well, better than not knowing each other." You frown. "What do you think?"

"Not a good idea."

Your frown deepens, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "Why?"

"There are too many reasons not to be with you."

You raise your head to look into his eyes. He can't decipher what's going though your mind right now. But you look a little startled, maybe he'd go that far to call it hurt. But that's...why would you feel hurt? Was he too harsh? It's not like - no, it's definitely not like you're hurt because you have feelings for him...right? That couldn't be.

But that look in your eyes stays for a little longer and Jungkook doesn't know what's the truth anymore.

When he thinks about it - why would you think about him and you being together? You're drunk, he tells himself. You don't know what you're saying. He shouldn't put a deep meaning into you drunkenly fantasising about things.

Aren't drunk words sober thoughts, tho?

But then, thankfully, his suspicion gets proved wrong when you look away with a roll of your eyes. "You're rude."

Jungkook heaves a little sigh of relief. "I'm just stating facts. We're better off as friends."

"That's true," you agree. "But you're still rude. And your facts are stupid."

"You're stupid."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Shut up."

"You started."

The banter continues till Jungkook feels your palm colliding with the back of his head.

~

"Hey...why are you still awake?" Jungkook wonders as he looks down at you.

After the movie Jungkook brought you to his bed. You're head rests atop his chest and for the past minutes you've been staring into the darkness, your head full of thoughts.

You shortly avert your eyes at him before continuing to stare up at the ceiling.

"You know, if you want to fall asleep you'd have to close your eyes," he tells you, fingers brushing trough your hair.

You don't have the energy to answer him. You just grumble something incoherently.

"Baby, what's the matter?" he inquires, his question only a whisper and you hate how much he cares.

Because you thought maybe, maybe after all this time he'd feel the same. Just a little bit.

He gave you an answer tonight. You didn't even notice where you were steering the conversation at. But then you had that thought in mind and you just went for it because...well, there was still hope in you left.

Now you know. And you realise you were foolish to have hope left.

When you're about to answer with a stupid excuse as to why you're not able to sleep, Nabi's cries resound through the apartment.

Without another word Jungkook pushes your thigh off his body and climbs out of the bed to get to Nabi.

As soon as you're left alone there are tears stinging your eyes.

You shut your eyes close, burying your face into the pillow and desperately try to fall asleep. To not feel the pain anymore.

When you wake up tomorrow every thing will be fine. You'll forget what he said to you.

But it's hard going to sleep when there's this annoying thought looping in your mind. It's unstoppable and insufferable.

When Jungkook comes back you pretend to be asleep. He doesn't notice. He simply gives you a peck on the forehead and pulls you into his arms. You hate how you're heart feels like when he does all of that.

So you lie there awake for the whole night, with you're heart aching and your hope only existing as broken pieces, and Jungkook's remark embedded in your head.

There are too many reasons not to be with you.

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Here With Me Part 24 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: Taylor and Kelsey's relationship is put to the test as Taylor finally learns exactly how Kelsey and Bobby know each other and Kelsey's secret is revealed. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: discussion of abortion, sexual assault (stealthing), angst, hurt, comfort // Word Count: 5,689

~~~~

March 29th, 2023

Bobby: T survive meeting your parents?

Kelsey: Despite my mom being a total bitch yeah thankfully. 

Bobby: Good. Now you have no reason not to tell him. 

Kelsey: Bobby…

Bobby: You know I’m right Kels…keeping this from him isn’t helping anything. 

Kelsey: I promised to tell him before summer and I will. Now please lay off. 

******

April 6th, 2023

Taylor walked into medical ethics with Kelsey’s favorite coffee in hand, ready to kiss his girlfriend good morning after not seeing her the night before because she had a headache. He was a little surprised when the seat in front of him was empty. If he and Kelsey didn’t come together she was always here before him. 

He figured that she had every right to be running a bit late once and awhile and he unpacked his things expecting her to appear any moment. 

And then the clock struck the hour with no sign of Kelsey. 

Their professor started class and no sign of Kelsey. 

Sneaking his phone out of his pocket he checked to see if he’d missed any messages from her….nothing. 

What the fuck? Taylor had slept like shit without Kelsey in his bed and now she wasn’t in class. She never missed class. 

Taylor: Where are you? Is everything okay?

Taylor stared at the screen of his phone waiting for something…anything. 

Kelsey wasn’t driving because if she was he would have gotten the automated response to his message. 

Taylor: It’s not like you to miss class Kels…

Nothing. She wasn’t even answering him and he found himself slightly annoyed.

Taylor couldn’t help but think over the last week or so…had he missed something? Had she already told him she wouldn’t be here today and he’d forgotten? 

They’d gone on their hike. She’d stayed over Monday and was fine in class Tuesday. She hadn’t stayed over Wednesday but Thursday’s class was normal though she’d been a bit tense when he’d tried to kiss her after. Last weekend they’d gone out and she’d spent Saturday night tucked against his chest while he watched his brother’s team play the Stars. Admittedly she’d been extra affectionate even for her but Taylor assumed she was just in a mood. 

She’d spent this Monday over as well. Everything seemed normal so why wasn’t she here or at least responding to him? 

From the back row, one of the class’s assholes piped up about how he didn’t see any reason why late term abortions would be necessary. That dude fucking needed to keep his opinions to himself because they weren’t good ones. Kelsey could probably list a dozen reasons why late term abortions could be necessary. 

Well…he assumed she could. If there was anything Kelsey was truly passionate about it was women’s health and so Taylor assumed that her views on abortion were what he predicted. But then again….he didn’t know. She never talked about it. 

In fact she’d been tense as hell all day Tuesday when they started talking about abortion. 

He’d noticed she hadn’t been herself but he assumed she just needed a break from talking. But god this was Kelsey…she never needed a break from talking about something that mattered to her. Without fail she had at least one well thought out comment or opinion each class. But Tuesday…Tuesday she’d been silent. 

And now she wasn’t here.

Something was wrong. Taylor just didn’t know what that something could possibly be. Maybe she was just sick but Taylor honestly didn’t think that was the case. 

Looking at his phone again there was still nothing from Kelsey and Taylor’s stomach sunk. 

Taylor: Hey Lauts….I need you to pick me up after my class and take me to Kels’. It’s important. 

With his roommate’s confirmation he’d be there, Taylor tried to pay attention to the class discussion. Honestly though he just kept looking between his phone and the clock waiting for this class to be over so he could go see Kelsey. 

____

When he knocked on the door to Kelsey’s apartment, it took a minute but eventually one of her roommates opened the door. 

“Is Kels home?” He asked, shifting slightly on his feet. Getting a brief nod in response, they gestured to Kelsey’s room and when he opened the door after knocking he was a bit shocked by what greeted him. 

It was plain as day that Kelsey had been crying, her skin was pale while her face was red and splotchy, her hair was lacking its usual shine, and her eyes looked sunken. Those same eyes went wide seeing him and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as he crossed the room sinking down onto the bed to pull her against his chest. 

Immediately the tears started all over again, soaking his hoodie and she shook in his arms. 

“What’s going on Kels?” Taylor questioned softly, worry and confusion on his face. 

“I had an abortion freshman year.” 

The second the words left her mouth Kelsey’s sobs increased and Taylor froze. 

Abortion. 

Kelsey had had an abortion…

Everything they had talked about in class…Kelsey had done that. 

Kelsey had been pregnant. Knocked up. With child. 

And then she’d made it go away. 

It was all just too much for him to process. Releasing her from his grasp, Taylor stood up from her bed and paced her room just trying to wrap his mind around what she had just dropped on him. 

An abortion….his girlfriend….the girlfriend who was anal as fuck about protection had had an abortion. 

“I…I gotta go.” He mumbled, walking out the door he had entered only minutes before, leaving Kelsey sobbing amongst her sheets. 

*****

Kelsey: I told him and he left. 

Kelsey: This is all your fucking fault Bobby. 

Kelsey: I knew he wasn’t ready and now I’ve lost him. 

*****

Bobby: I am driving up from Hartford T and when I get there we are gonna have a chat. 

*****

Taylor had taken a bus back to campus and made his way back to his apartment and he was there still trying to wrap his mind around everything when Bobby Trivigno, his captain last season, burst into his room. 

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” He immediately yelled, glaring at Taylor. Dropping his voice to a more even level purely so that Taylor’s roommates couldn’t overhear, Bobby continued. “Kelsey tells you the most personal thing in her life and you fucking walk out on her you asshole. You just broke her a hundred times worse than she was broken two years ago.” 

“Wait. You knew.” Taylor stated, voice accusing as he stood up, moving to shove Bobby. 

“Sit your fucking ass down TMak.” Bobby grit. “If you’re thinking I slept with her and it was my baby you’re not even in the right universe. But if you sit the fuck down I’ll tell you what happened.” 

Continuing to glare at Bobby for a minute, Taylor finally flopped onto his bed, running his fingers through his hair. 

“I knew Kelsey through Carvy.” Bobby started. “She’d be around the rink trying to sneak five minutes of ice time whenever she could. We’d chat occasionally but that was it.” 

Taylor’s eyes were still accusing as he looked at his former captain. 

“It was late January, the season was going well and I’d started to get a sinus infection so I went to urgent care just to get it taken care of before it actually started to impact my play or whatever. So I see a doctor, get meds prescribed, and as I’m stepping out of the exam room someone is leaving the one across from me as well.” Bobby continued. 

“It was immediately apparent it was a young woman sobbing and she was wobbly on her feet. The nurse with her was worried that maybe she shouldn’t have tried to leave so soon and as her legs started to give out I reached out on instinct and caught her. That was when I realized it was Kelsey.” 

“She flinched at my touch until she looked up and realized it was me and then she relaxed. I asked her if she was okay and if I could take her home and after getting her permission and checking with the nurses that that was okay, I picked her up bridal style and carried her to my car while she cried against my shoulder.” Bobby shifted to lean against Taylor’s desk as he proceeded with his story. 

“I didn’t push her to talk but settled her into my passenger seat and drove her back to her dorm. It was once I had parked there that she mumbled out that she was pregnant. Dude she was a fucking wreck. I had seen Kelsey angry before but never had she been just broken like she was that day. All I could do was rub her back while she sobbed into her knees mumbling that she didn’t know how this could have happened. That she was always careful that the guys she was with used condoms.” Anger flickered over Bobby’s face that wasn’t directed at Taylor. 

“She very obviously didn’t know what she was going to do, she was in shock. We sat there outside her dorm for probably forty five minutes while she just cried and cried and cried. Like I didn’t fucking know how to help her. Even after she finally left my car I didn’t know what to do.” Bobby’s sigh reflected the helplessness he’d felt that day even now. 

“She’d been in the back of my mind constantly after that. And then two days later she’d texted me asking for a huge favor…could I take her to the doctor’s to take care of it. That she needed someone that could take her home after and she couldn’t tell her parents. And what was I supposed to do, tell her no?” 

“So I took her. I dropped her off at the clinic for her appointment and then waited outside doing homework. And when she finally texted me to please come in and get her, I did. She looked pale, but I’d never seen someone look so relieved. Like she’d gotten her life back. There was that glimmer of Kelsey in her eyes for the first time. She’d gone from a shell of herself to almost whole again just like that.” Taking a breath it was clear that Bobby was almost done, though not quite there yet. 

“I took her to get a milkshake and then once she signaled that she was ready I took her back to her dorm. We really didn’t talk about it after that. Though she was more herself it was clear that it still weighed on her and I’d hug her whenever I got the chance just to remind her that it was okay.” 

“Then at a party after the natty, she was there and looked like a ghost. I realized she was looking at a guy across the room with horror as he very loudly proclaimed to his buddies who were complaining about condoms that the way to avoid that was just to take it off while the girl wasn’t paying attention. It took everything in me not to punch his lights out. And to keep Kelsey from crossing the room to punch his lights out. I have never seen her so pissed off as when we realized that she had gotten stealthed.” 

Bobby went quiet for a minute and then shook his head. 

“So T. I can’t tell you why she made the choices she did. But I can tell you this. That woman you love…she’s who she is because of this experience. Because she made the choices she did. Do you think you’d be together if she’d continued with the pregnancy, had a child whether she’d kept it or not? Would she have the same ambition and drive and passion if she hadn’t been through that? Because I can tell you that I’m certain you would not and she would not. She would be a shell of the woman she is now. Just like she was for that week and the months following it as she pieced herself back together and dealt with the trauma.” 

“So like I fucking get it. I’d be in shock too if my girlfriend told me that. But that doesn’t give you an excuse to act like an asshole. You broke her today. She trusted you enough to admit something that only she, I, and the doctors and nurses that took care of her know. No one else knows. It’s her deepest secret and she shared it with you though she was fucking terrified of losing you over it. And you just walked out on her. You cracked that trauma she went through wide open again. You need to fucking fix it. Especially if you love her the way it seems like you do.” 

“I gotta get back to Hartford. But fix it. Don’t do her dirty like he did or I will come back here and kick your ass.” 

Bobby stared Taylor down for a full minute before finally turning and letting himself out of Taylor’s room. 

*****

Bobby: I talked to T. Told him how it all happened. Give him tonight to process and he’ll see sense. 

Bobby: He loves you Kels. I know he does. 

Bobby: I’ll come back and kick his ass if he continues to be an idiot. 

******

April 7th, 2023

Kelsey had given Taylor the night just like Bobby had suggested but now she needed to know where they stood. If Taylor couldn’t accept her past then they had no future and it would be better to just know that instead of waiting for him to reach out to her or push her away. After all, she couldn’t just continue to sit around sobbing forever no matter how much she hurt. 

Eating because one of her roommates had forced an omelet at her this morning, Kelsey made her way to Taylor’s knowing that he didn’t have class on Fridays. 

There was no one home when she arrived and knocked and so she sat on the floor of the hallway to wait. 

Twenty minutes later, familiar voices finally reached her ears from down the hall and when she looked up, Taylor’s roommates were looking at him with concerned expressions as they unlocked their door. 

A moment later, Taylor’s hand was reaching down to her in an offer to help her up and Kelsey took it, rising back to her feet. His roommates had already disappeared through the open door and Kelsey eyed Taylor wearily. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his hand shifting to guide her inside the apartment. Immediately Kelsey froze and shifted out of reach of his touch. Accepting his help was one thing, but that touch was another and Kelsey didn’t want it. Not after he walked out on her. 

His apology meant nothing either. Not when Kelsey didn’t know what it meant. Was it an “I’m sorry but we’re done” or an “I’m sorry but this isn’t something I can get past” or one of a million other reasons that the words I’m sorry could be leaving his mouth. 

Still she stepped into the apartment and continued the few steps down the hall to Taylor’s room with him trailing her. 

Once his door was shut Kelsey bit her lip before just saying what she had come over to say. 

“I just need to know if we’re done. I can’t…I can’t play this guessing game so if this is too much for you, if this isn’t something you can accept I need you to tell me now Taylor.” 

“Why would we be done?” Taylor asked, shocked that it had even crossed her mind. “I still love you.” 

“You walked out on me Taylor…” Kelsey whispered. 

“I knew something was off…but I wasn’t expecting you to drop that on me. I just…I needed time to think, Kels…” 

“Okay. You’ve had 24 hours. Where has all that thinking gotten you?” 

Taylor had had so many thoughts in the last twenty four hours and honestly most of them were still a jumble he hadn’t made sense of. 

"I want to kill the man that violated you like that." Taylor started. To Taylor, what that guy had done to her was nearly as bad as forcing himself on her. He had violated her trust and her consent all because he didn’t like the feel of a thin layer of latex. It was stupid and unacceptable. 

“Knowing you were so isolated, so alone going through that makes me sad…” It was still hard to process that outside of this room the only people that knew what Kelsey had been through were the nurses and doctors and Bobby. That he was the first person Kelsey had really told. "And now I'm even more in love with your strength." 

Kelsey’s expression wobbled at the last part of his statement, her eyes growing watery. 

“Come ‘ere Kels, please.” Taylor murmured, opening his arms in hopes that she would step into them. 

Though she hesitated for a moment, she did step forward, tucking her body into his and letting him wrap his arms around her. 

“I still love you and I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered into her hair. “I’m so sorry I left.” 

Almost instantly, the flood gates opened and Taylor felt Kelsey’s tears soaking into his shoulder. 

In response, Taylor held her tighter, his heart constricting at witnessing her pain. 

“I’m right here Kels. Just let it all go.” 

It wasn’t long before his own tears were streaming down his face and into her hair, yet Taylor never loosened his grip on her, not when it was clear how much she needed him. 

As she leaned on him more, it was clear that finding the strength to stand was difficult for her and so Taylor’s hands briefly swept down to her thighs, hoisting her up and onto his bed before he settled back between her legs and wrapped her back in a tight hug. 

“I love you Kelsey.” Taylor whispered once again. “Nothing's gonna change that. My incredible girl.” 

Taylor had seen Kelsey upset before, he’d seen her mad before, he’d heard her cry when he was in Calgary. None of that compared though to seeing her utterly broken in his arms, unable to control her tears. And to make matters worse was the knowledge that this was his fault, he was the reason she was like this…because he had walked out on her likely proving every single one of her fears accurate. 

No amount of holding her would fix what he had broken. And that gutted him. But it couldn’t hurt either and so he would hold her as long as she needed him to, laying soft kisses to her hair and just trying to reassure her that he wasn’t going to leave her, not again. 

Eventually her body went limp against his and Taylor peeked down at her to find that she had passed out against him. She had cried herself to sleep sitting up. 

Fuck.

Ever so carefully, Taylor shifted her to lay down on his bed and when she didn’t stir he grabbed a light blanket to cover her with. 

All of the observations he had made yesterday as to her appearance were even more emphasized and Taylor couldn’t help but curse again. This was his fault. If he hadn’t been such chicken shit maybe she would be okay. Honestly he deserved to have Bobby kick his ass. 

The rumbling of a stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten after their weight session this morning. Except it wasn’t his stomach that was rumbling, it was hers and Taylor knew that anything she had eaten in the last few days had likely been basic sustenance that was forced on her.  

She needed to eat. 

Kissing her forehead, Taylor stepped out of his room and into the kitchen trying to decide what he could make them for lunch. 

“Hey T…everything okay?” Mercs asked, seeing Taylor walk by his open door. Taylor’s shrug as he passed said it all and Mercs groaned, moving to get some backup from Lauts. 

“Anything we can do?” While they didn’t know what was going on, Bobby showing up and the way Kelsey had appeared sitting on the hall floor said enough for them to know that something big had happened. 

Sighing, Taylor rubbed at his face as he looked through the fridge and cabinets for something Kelsey might like. Then it hit him…Kelsey’s favorite food, especially for comfort was homemade mac and cheese. 

“Fuck…yeah could you run to the store for a few things?” 

Knowing that it wouldn’t hurt to get a few things for the weekend anyway, the two of them nodded. 

“Yeah. Just text us a list.” Mercs agreed, moving to grab what he needed to head back out. 

Once they were gone, Taylor pulled his phone from his pocket and called his mom. 

“Everything okay baby?” Laura asked upon answering. “Not your usual time of day for a phone call.” 

“No but it will be.” Taylor mumbled, adding an ‘I hope’ under his breath. “Can you send me a recipe for homemade mac and cheese?” 

“Of course Tay…” Laura trailed off, leaving silence in case Taylor wanted to say anything else. When he didn’t she just assured him that she would text it to him in a minute or two and expressed her love for him reminding him to let her know if he needed anything. 

“Love you too mom. Thanks.” 

Hanging up the phone, Taylor peeked in on Kelsey to make sure that she was still asleep while he waited for his mom to send the recipe. 

Once she had, he texted off a list of ingredients to Mercs and Lauts and settled onto the floor beside his bed to be close to Kels while she slept. 

Scrolling through his phone, Taylor sighed knowing that he owed Kelsey the world after acting like the biggest asshole and leaving her without even giving her a chance to explain. Texting Mercs again he asked him to pick up some flowers as well because…well honestly he just wanted to try and make Kelsey smile again even if he knew that was a feat that may be unattainable. 

When Kelsey shifted a bit, her hand falling over the side of the bed, Taylor looked up. Thankfully she didn’t wake and he reached up, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. He was going to be there for her whether she wanted to talk about it or whether she wanted to bury it once more. He owed her his respect and understanding after all, even if he still had so so many questions. 

Sitting there with her until he heard the front door of the apartment, Taylor got up and kissed her head again glad she was getting the rest her body clearly needed. Then he moved to help his roommates with the groceries, thanking them softly as he put a pot of water on to boil and pulled out another to make the cheese sauce. 

“We’re gonna go hang with some of the guys.” Lauts declared. “Give you and Kelsey some space…” 

Nodding his appreciation, Taylor pulled out his phone with the recipe his mom had sent to get to work making the food. 

He worked carefully and quietly, making sure to follow each direction exactly because the last thing he needed was to fuck this up too. As he cooked he ate a wrap he’d thrown together because this mac and cheese recipe was definitely not on his diet plan. By the time he had a steaming pot of creamy mac and cheese on the stove, everything else cleaned up and washed, there was still no sign of Kelsey. 

As much as she needed the sleep she also needed to eat so Taylor scooped out a bowl and poured her a glass of water, taking both of them back to his room and setting them beside the bed. Perching carefully on the edge of the mattress he shook Kelsey to wake her. 

It took a moment but eventually her eyes fluttered open and Taylor brushed his fingers over her cheek. 

“You wanna eat something for me?” He asked. “Made you mac and cheese.” Kelsey was visibly groggy as she struggled to sit up and Taylor kissed her forehead once again as she settled. 

“I…” She started but Taylor quickly shook his head. 

“Just eat Kels. You gotta take care of yourself.” Taylor insisted, placing the bowl into her hands. 

Her eyes dropped to it and she stared at it for a minute. 

“This is…” She started softly, tearing up before she could finish. 

For a split second Taylor felt insecure that maybe he’d fucked up even though the one bite he’d had tasted fine to him. Then he realized that she had been expecting something boxed or premade, not homemade. 

“I know homemade mac and cheese is your comfort food Kels and it was literally the least I could do.” The tears fell and Taylor sighed softly. “C’mon Kels don’t cry…it’s just mac and cheese.” 

Taking the bowl from her hand before she spilled it everywhere, Taylor twisted to pull her into his arms once more. 

“If you’re gonna cry over mac and cheese I guess I should leave the flowers in the living room.” He teased softly, wiping at her tears even as more fell. Though he’d tried to pull away to place the bowl of food back in her hands, Kelsey clung to him. 

“Alright…scoot forward a bit.” He finally instructed with a sigh. “Let me sit behind you because you gotta eat Kels.” 

When she complied, Taylor climbed onto the bed behind her, pulling her back to his chest and wrapping one arm around her torso. 

“I’m gonna be right here Kels. Now please eat.” He pleaded, grabbing the bowl and holding it in front of her with his free hand. Leaning against him, Kelsey finally compiled, taking the bowl from him. She ate slowly but it was eating all the same and that was the desired end result. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Taylor whispered once she had finally finished. 

Immediately Kelsey shook her head. 

“Do you think maybe you should talk about it though…” He prodded gently. “Not good to bottle it all up and I promise you you’re not going to get any judgment from me and I’m not going anywhere.” 

Kelsey tensed a bit and Taylor sighed. 

“Not gonna force you though Kels…you know that. I love you and just want to see your beautiful smile again.” 

Kelsey’s left hand reached down to play with Taylor’s fingers and after a moment she sighed and swallowed hard. 

“Bobby has been bugging me for like the last month to tell you.” She whispered. “Kept telling me this wasn’t the kind of secret a relationship could survive hiding.” Taylor didn’t say anything when she paused, just letting her continue to trail a light touch over his hand. The fact that Bobby apparently had to push her to tell him stung a little though. 

“But I didn’t want to lose you.” She finally breathed. “You mean everything to me Taylor.” 

She paused again clearly trying to collect her thoughts and Taylor just nosed against her head giving her his silent support. He supposed that was fair for her to think given his reaction to the pregnancy test and the fact that he had walked out on her when she told him. 

“I didn’t plan to tell you like that.” She mumbled. “I don’t…I don’t know how I was going to tell you but it wasn’t going to be like that. I just…after class Tuesday I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was barely twenty again sitting on that medical exam table as the nurse told me that the reason I’d felt like I had a flu I couldn’t shake was because I was pregnant. Like once again my whole world was going to crash down around me.” 

Kelsey’s shoulders slumped against him and Taylor pressed his lips to her temple, squeezing her hand. 

“Listening to all those comments from men who will never truly be able to understand…” She cried. “I didn’t have a choice Taylor…I couldn’t…my parents would never…what about my life!” Her tone was frantic and desperate and Taylor let her continue knowing she needed to get this out. “I didn’t want to have a baby Taylor. I didn’t want to put my body through that misery and all the risks of complications. Not when I was alone. Not when I want to be a doctor. I didn’t have a choice…” 

“I know you didn’t Kels….” Taylor finally whispered. 

“I was so scared.” Kelsey’s defensive tone shifted once again and she almost sounded like a child. “I was all alone to make the hardest decision of my life.” 

“You’re not alone now, Kels. Not anymore. I love you.” 

“Say it again….” She pleaded, fear still lingering in her voice. 

“You’re not alone Kelsey because I love you.” Taylor repeated without hesitation. “And no matter what I’m not leaving you.” 

Shifting, Kelsey turned to face Taylor, half straddling his lap. Her eyes searched his for a moment before she pressed a soft kiss to his lips and promptly buried her head into his shoulder. 

“I love you.” Taylor whispered in her ear again as she clung to him. He would say it as many times as she needed him to, until she finally believed him. 

****

Kelsey had again fallen asleep on him and Taylor continued to hold her knowing that she needed him to be her rock and steady her. He hadn’t been able to be there for her then, but he could be here now and at the moment she was his number one priority. 

When she awoke once more it was late afternoon and it wasn’t long before she was soaking his chest with tears clearly having bottled up so many emotions that were finally being released. 

“C’mon kels, let’s go shower…” Taylor urged knowing that she would feel better once she had cleaned up. Guiding her off of him and then helping lift her from his bed, Taylor grabbed clothes and then hugged her tightly before guiding her into his bathroom. After starting the hot water, he kissed over her head and face as he undressed her and then himself before stepping under the stream of water. 

“I love you.” It was a phrase he repeated over and over as he gently washed her. By the end of the shower, Kelsey’s body was more relaxed even if the hollow look in her eyes still lingered. 

Drying her, Taylor helped her back into her own undergarments and then into a pair of his sweats and one of his t-shirts. Though she swam in them, Taylor knew that they would help provide her comfort and signaled that he wanted her to stay. 

The evening wasn’t much different than the afternoon had been, Taylor keeping Kelsey wrapped up in his arms providing her as much comfort as he could as they had dinner, watched a couple movies on his laptop, and fell asleep on his bed. 

Though little by little Kelsey relaxed, Taylor knew that it was important to continue letting her stay close until her mind was fully satisfied that he wasn’t leaving. 

By Sunday, Taylor’s roommates were more than a little concerned, as Taylor normally didn’t spend an entire weekend just laying around doing nothing. Knocking on his cracked door softly, Mikey called him out. 

“Yo T, bring Kels and come play some COD with us.” 

Looking down at where his girlfriend was trailing fingers along the outer seam of his shirt, Taylor sighed, not sure if she was up to being around anyone else. When his eyes met her he could see the small lingering panic. 

“They’re not asking you to leave Kels, just want us to join them, but only if you’re up for it.” 

Though she hesitated for a moment, eventually Kelsey nodded. 

Taking her hand, Taylor led her to the living room and as he settled onto the floor he pulled her down with him to rest between his thighs. 

She lasted all of half an hour before she was wiggling out of his arms, murmuring about going to the bathroom. It took her awhile to return but when she did, she had one of his hoodies and a t-shirt in hand along with a small plastic container. 

“You cold or something?” Taylor asked as she settled herself between his thighs once he had died and was waiting to respawn. 

“You have a seam starting to split. And the hem stitches on the shirt are fraying.” Kelsey mumbled, setting the shirt aside and reaching for the hoodie along with her needle and thread. 

Taylor could only shake his head a bit. Of course Kels was going to sit on the floor between his legs and fix his clothes while he played video games. In reality though it was a relief because this was the first time she had seemingly wanted to do anything in the past few days. 

Behind him the roommates exchanged a look of ‘okay then…’ before they focused back on the game. Taylor and Kelsey seemed okay even if it was still obviously apparent that something had happened. 

Taylor enjoyed the focused look on Kelsey’s face as she worked to remove damaged stitching and replace it with new stronger ones.

“Thanks Kels…” Taylor whispered as she finished the hoodie while they waited in the lobby for another game. 

“Welcome T.” Kels replied, a hint of a smile on her face as she tipped her head back for a kiss. 

Returning it eagerly, Taylor felt himself filled with hope. Yes things might be hard for a little bit but they were going to be just fine. Kelsey would heal because he was going to do everything possible to support her and in the end this would bring them closer together.

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hi eve! in the new chapter of vaincre logan mentioned something about finn when he had his concussions. could we maybe get some hurt/comfort along those lines? i love all your fics so even if it’s not exactly this i know you’ll do it well!

Breakaway is going to break me like a twig. I can't wait. Here's some Harvard FinnLo while we wait, though, because apparently this has become a cubs blog. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for concussion symptoms

“Harzy?”

Finn flinched, then winced again at the stab of pain that shot all the way to his neck at the sharp movement.

There was a pause. Soft, socked footsteps padded across the carpet. “I brought some soup,” Logan said, quieter than before.

“Not hungry.” His tongue felt heavy.

“You need to eat.” The gentle clink of a spoon against the bowl may as well have been church bells; Finn felt a tug at the covers and sighed when they slipped back over his shoulder. “What level?”

“I dunno.” He wrinkled his nose at the familiar smell of canned soup. “I’m serious, man, if I eat I’m gonna throw up again.”

Logan was quiet for so long, Finn began to wonder whether he had left. Then he kicked himself for even considering it. Logan wouldn’t leave him like that. Not when he was down and sick. He never had before.

Sure enough, a cool hand pressed over Finn’s forehead. The relief was instant, though whether it was from contact or just the presence of another person, he didn’t know. He didn’t care. He was lonely, and bored, and couldn’t wait until his 24 hours of relative isolation were up at last. Logan’s thumb rubbed gently over his temple. “If you eat, your headache will get better.”

Finn chewed the inside of his lip. A consistent, pounding pain continued behind his left eye. “Help me up.”

“Atta boy.” The words sounded bizarre in Logan’s accent and he huffed a laugh as Logan eased his shoulders up and tucked a pillow behind his lower back in a familiar routine—they had done it once already, during the last time Finn got stupid during a game and went ass over teakettle into the boards. Logan made a soft noise as Finn curled into his side shamelessly, but brought the bowl over a second later. “Sorry, almost—almost dropped it. Can you hold the spoon?”

“Yeah,” Finn mumbled. He couldn’t get his eyes to focus. Logan’s solid presence was his only consistent anchor. “Bowl?”

“Here.” Warm pressure settled on his thigh and he squinted, locating the spoon by touch alone.

“Glasses?”

“Nightstand. You’re not supposed to read, though, remember?”

Finn allowed himself a moment to sulk as he sipped the broth. Chicken. His favorite. “Wasn’t gonna read.”

“Yes, you were.”

“Fuck you.”

“I love you, too,” Logan huffed. Finn’s heart skipped a beat and he swallowed down the feelings that began banging at the walls of their lockbox in his heart. I love you. They said it to each other all the time, but it never held much weight.

Not to Logan, at least. Finn was sure of it. It didn’t matter that those three words were like the sky and he was Atlas whenever they slipped out, embellished by a sweet accent.

He half-laughed into the next spoonful of soup. If Logan could read his thoughts, he would chirp Finn to hell and back for being the most dramatic English major of all time. “What’s so funny?” Logan asked, quiet once more.

“Nothing.” A minute of comfortable silence passed as Finn searched for the good noodle bits. “I’m bored.”

“I’m still not going to let you read.”

“You’re the worst best friend in the whole world.”

“I know.” He could hear Logan’s smile. “Finish your soup and I’ll grab the Tylenol. You’re due.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, man,” Finn said, and he meant every word.

Logan fell silent; his hand moved in steady lines over Finn’s shoulder where he was propping him up. “Yeah,” he finally said. “You’d be fucked.”

Finn smiled so wide his headache throbbed, and he didn’t care one bit. That fluttery feeling had returned to his heart, the one that made him want to kick his feet and scream into a pillow like every cheesy 2000s chick-flick. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of their room over the next half minute, making it much easier to pick through his soup—first the noodles, then the chicken, then the broth. Things got soggy otherwise. Logan had never chirped him for his patterns.

“Lo?”

“Finn.”

He sighed. The bowl was ringed by a series of Pooh-bear designs. “Am I an idiot?”

“No.” There was no hesitation in his voice, but no judgement, either. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

“That’s not true,” Finn murmured as he set his empty bowl aside.

“It is.” It sounded like a promise; Logan never backed down from his promises. Something in Finn’s ribcage gave a traitorous heave.

“This is the second time,” he said instead of addressing the bubbling affection that became more aggressive when Logan’s hand resumed its soothing movements on his arm. “The second concussion in two years. I’m a fucking idiot.”

Logan caught his hands when he went to cover his face. “Stop.”

“The NHL isn’t gonna put up with this shit.” The throbbing, which had dulled during their conversation, was beginning to build behind his eye again. “I can’t keep being stupid in games. I’m running out of time.”

“Stop.” Finn didn’t even realize Logan was still holding his hand (that was a lie, every cell of his body was attuned to Logan every second they were together) until he felt a light squeeze. “You’re 20, Finn. You have a year and a half left and you already play better than anyone else out there. I won’t tell you to be reckless, but it’s just a concussion. We’ll get through it.”

His vision blurred. “We?”

“You think I’m letting you go through this without me?” Logan’s tone was gently teasing, but his hold on Finn was solid. Solid as a mountain, like the rest of him. “Bullshit. You’re my best friend.”

A tear slid down Finn’s cheek and made his dry lips salty. He didn’t dare sniffle in case Logan heard, but it seemed to be a futile effort—with a slow exhale, Logan pulled him closer and let Finn rest his head on his shoulder. “I feel like such a fuckup,” Finn rasped after a few minutes of trying to get ahold of himself. “Jesus, Lo, I knew it was a bad move while I was doing it.”

Logan shrugged. His shirt was heavenly soft under Finn’s cheek. “So don’t do it again.”

“But what if—”

“Don’t. Do it. Again.” Logan flicked him on the arm. “And let your brain rest, it has enough to do with your nerd shit all the time without worrying. Give it a vacation.”

That drew a wet laugh from Finn and he scrubbed a hand down his face, making no move to pull away from the hug. “Lo?”

“Finn.”

“You’re the best best friend.”

Logan knocked their temples together with barely a whisper of a touch. His curls, unhindered by a hat for once, were soft on Finn’s forehead. “You’re a better best friend. I’ll go get your Tylenol, ouais?”

He pulled away and Finn silently mourned the loss until Logan bent and began to tuck him in, only half-joking if the careful maneuvering of Finn’s blankets was anything to go by. “Jettem, dear nurse!” Finn called as Logan disappeared into their bathroom.

“Je t’aime!” Logan corrected. “And fuck you!”

Finn grinned and shuffled the sheets over his shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered, just for himself to hear.

[cjsinkythoughts]

Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

*************************

Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right. 

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

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You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist. 

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”

[receding-tides]

24. tender - faye :)

“Keep your eye closed. This’ll sting if it gets in there.”

Faye did as she said with little more than a mumble of acknowledgement, closing both eyes simply because it was less effort than just the one.

Marie wanted to test a theory, that maybe Faye’s headaches were caused, at least partially, by the scar surrounding her right eye. While Faye was not convinced – she knew things Marie didn’t – she was at least willing to try the lotion Marie had spent hours researching online. She’d been to all that effort chasing down a theory with a small chance of alleviating her girlfriend’s pain, so Faye didn’t have the heart to refuse. Perhaps, by some miracle, her theory would be right. That sure would be a relief.

Sure, Faye was perfectly capable of applying it herself. Marie had offered, though, and she would be a lot more thorough, be able to see better, and generally knew what she was doing a lot more than Faye did. Faye couldn’t even feel that side of her face much; the only times she could even tell Marie was making contact with her were towards the edges of the scar, and just faintly on that side of the mask around her eyes. If Marie hadn’t announced when she was done, Faye probably wouldn’t even have realised.

“Any difference?” Marie asked when she returned from washing her hands, taking a seat next to her on the couch, on Faye’s left side.

“Well, I feel the same after one whole minute, so it’s not a miracle cure,” Faye said with good-natured sarcasm. The dull ache pulsing in her brain hadn’t changed at all, and if anything the smell of lotion might be making it worse, but she didn’t want to tell Marie that. “I guess we’ll see.”

“Yeah.” Marie gave a half-hearted smile. She lifted her hands from her lap, gently cupping Faye’s non-scarred cheek with one – an action Faye instinctively leaned into – and using the other to brush one of the long tentacles of hair over her shoulder, so it wouldn’t remove any of the ointment. “I wish you would tell me how you got it. Then I might be able to find something more suited to help.”

Faye glanced away at the mostly-barren coffee table. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I said before. Confidential Squidbeak stuff.”

“Too confidential even for Agent 2, huh?” Marie sighed. Faye could see her trying to think of ways to pry the information from her grandfather, but none of them would work when she already had her own ‘confidential’ info being held from him, as to how and why the NSS had ended up with an Agent 4 in the Cap’n’s absence.

“I don’t think knowing would help, anyhow,” Faye said quietly, placing a hand over the one still resting against her face. It was both in reassurance, and not wanting Marie to move away just yet; not now the events of the metro were back in her memory. “And, I… don’t like thinking about it.”

“Okay. Alright. I won’t make you.” Marie respected her girlfriend’s feelings more than the captain’s rules, evidently. She brushed her thumb along the outline of Faye’s mask, tenderness in her touch. “If there’s anything you think might help, though, just tell me. I’ll try my best.”

Faye gave a quiet murmur of acknowledgement, closing her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them again, she gave Marie her most innocent look. “I know something.”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss.”

Marie gave a small snort of laughter, and a smile returned to her face at last. “Of course. Can’t believe I didn’t think of that.” She tilted her head a little to avoid making contact with the recently-administered medicine, and leaned in to give her girlfriend a kiss.

Faye gained a soft smile of her own. Perhaps that did make her feel a little better, after all.

[alpacaparkaseok]

Book of Soulmates

Request: “I have such a soft spot for Jungkook right now so can you make First words au I’m in love with this prompt! Thank you and fighting have a good day author-him I love you!!” @mochipabo95​

pairing: Jungkook x reader

premise: Leave it to Jeon Jungkook - one of the most sought after, beloved men in the world - to have the most bland phrase tattooed onto his arm. This isn’t going to be easy.

It’s late. Or maybe it’s early. If he's being completely honest with himself, he’s afraid to check the time. He knows that he hasn’t slept at all. 

Jungkook stretches, finally deciding to give up on sleep and see if he can do something productive with his life. 

It turns out that a shower and some breakfast is the most productive things are going to get this morning. Jungkook made the mistake of glancing at the words tattooed onto his arm not long after he got up, and that was all it took for him to set up camp on the couch and begin where he left off last night. 

His soulmate bond finally appeared just yesterday afternoon. The fated first words were set in place, and what those words entailed had him nearly losing his mind all night. 

Nobody knew when or how the first words would imprint themselves onto the skin, but there were just a few things that had become apparent to specialists that studied the strange soulmate bond: 

Fact #1: The words were the first your soulmate would say to you

Fact #2: When the words appeared on your flesh, it usually meant you had about 24-48 hours before meeting your soulmate. 

That was all fine and dandy, of course. In fact, Jungkook had always looked forward to the day that his soulmate mark would appear and he would finally get to meet the person he’s been waiting for all his life. There were just two problems with the words that appeared on his arm yesterday afternoon, mid-meal with the other boys. Jimin had been the one to see them appear; Jungkook was far too lost in his meal to pay much mind to the slight tingling in his left arm. he certainly started paying attention when Jimin practically spit his food out.

Problem #1: Today and tomorrow, which was the most likely time that he would meet his soulmate, there are fan meetings scheduled. Why was that a problem, beside all the publicity that would no doubt take place? Let’s look at #2.

Problem #2: The first words that his soulmate would say to him were going to be said by nearly everyone at the fan meeting. Right there, tattooed onto his arm, were the words, “Good morning!”

“Good morning.”

Jungkook leaps off of the couch, his eyes wide and already panting as he whips around, only to be faced with a half-asleep Namjoon. He frowns at the maknae, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before slinking into the kitchen. 

It takes Jungkook a few seconds to remember how to properly breathe, before following the leader. “...hi.”

Namjoon chuckles darkly, peering into the fridge. “You’re in for a long day if you’re going to be that wired every time somebody says good-”

“Don’t!” Jungkook holds his hands out before running them through his hair. “Don’t say it. Nope. Let me breathe.”

Continuing to laugh quietly at his antics, Namjoon just shoots Jungkook a pitying glance while swiping some milk out of the fridge. “Have you eaten?”

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Namjoon was right. 

It’s been a long freaking day. 

So far, Jungkook has had about 47 false alarms, just from people saying the simple and awfully common phrase of good morning.

Don’t even get him started on how many times he’s overheard the word ‘good’ and nearly lost it. 

His hair is standing at odd ends, and there are the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes that no amount of makeup can cover up. The fans that form the line to begin meeting the boys whisper quietly amongst each other, wondering if he’s been having trouble sleeping. 

Once he begins signing autographs and meeting fans individually, he finds himself clenching his jaw so tightly that a headache is beginning to grace his temples. 

Every so often a fan greets him with ‘good morning’, leaving Jungkook unsure of whether he should burst into tears of joy at potentially meeting his soulmate, or just get up and leave before he falls apart. 

In the end, he simply settles for clenching his jaw a little tighter. 

Another girl makes her way down the line, hesitantly approaching the clearly tense boy, shuffling before him and hardly daring to say a word for fear of his response. 

Jungkook glances up at the girl, a part of him appreciating her kind eyes that flit about the room. Her cheeks are a little red, she’s clearly nervous about meeting him. 

The girl catches him looking at her, and she takes a leap of faith, offering up her prettiest smile.

“Good morning!”

Jungkook’s shoulders tense as he bites down on any form of hope that tries to overtake him. Through his clenched jaw, Jungkook only mumbles out, “Mhmm.”

Reaching for the photo card the girl had brought, prepared to just move on, she hisses at the burn in her arm. Jungkook mirrors the action, frowning as there’s a slight burn. 

Everyone in the room is ultra tuned in to Jungkook’s needs at the moment, and soon the room falls quiet as they try to decipher what is happening to cause discomfort to the maknae. 

Taehyung, who sits beside Jungkook and has been preparing for this all morning, leaps into action. Quickly rolling up Jungkook’s sleeve, he watches as the good morning! tattooed onto his arm begins to fade until it’s hardly visible. 

Jungkook doesn’t dare breathe, simply looking at the poor girl who has suddenly gone very pale. Slow enough to not startle her, he motions for her to show him her arm. 

“Did you happen to get a soulmate mark recently?” Taehyung asks, completely unaffected by the situation. The girl nods slowly, coming back to life as she pushes up her sleeve. 

Sure enough, there’s the faded word, mhmm. Looking up at Jungkook with wide eyes, he delights in the way her frown smooths out into a radiant smile. He scrunches his nose at how adorable she is. 

“I can’t believe those were our first words,” she utters out, laughing softly. “Do you have any idea how many times people say ‘mhmm’? That’s not even a real word!”

Jungkook, unable to control the giddiness he’s feeling, jumps up from his seat and slides over the table, making the entire room squeal and laugh at the action. He hardly hears them though as he comes closer to his soulmate. 

There’s a laugh that can only be described as joyful that rumbles through his chest as he looks down at his soulmate. 

“For as long as I live, I’m never telling another person good morning.”

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wow shoutout to @baepsaetay​ for eating with me and making me realize that Baekhyun is my boy