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sparks and surprises// Luke&Lily oneshot

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Lily and Posy were ecstatic about the upcoming holiday and the fact that it would be at your house. With Oliver being just shy of three months old, you didn’t want to take him out again after the weekend away. You spent the week before the 4th cleaning the house and picking up food from the store.

On Saturday, Ashton and KayKay came over to pick Posy up for her karate lessons. She’s been on a kick watching Kung Fu Panda and would walk around the house ‘karate chopping’ the couch and kicking pillows while shouting ‘HIYAA!’ Ashton suggested taking her, there’s a studio next to his yoga class, and Posy was more than thrilled to be doing karate with her uncle. KayKay went along when she could and cheered Posy on.

You and Luke would alternate every Saturday to go watch her as well so one of you was still at home with Oliver. Sometimes Lily would go but she was always at Cory and Ella’s on the weekends.

“Go have fun and listen to your teacher, okay?” you told her kissing her cheek. You made sure her pigtails were tightened enough.

“‘Kay mama.”

“Is it alright if I take her for lunch afterwards?” Ashton asks, lifting her in his arms.

“Yeah that’d be great, thank you,” Luke says with Oliver in his arms. Ashton’s face lights up at his nephew.

“There’s the little man,” Ashton smiles, reaching forward to stroke his cheek. Oliver stretches his arms up, his little face twisting from the touch. “He’s really getting bigger.”

“Yeah, he eats like his daddy,” you chuckle and poke Luke’s dimpled cheek.

“All right, we should get going, huh little one?” Ashton asks Posy. “See you guys later.”

“Bye daddy!” Posy waves over Ashton’s shoulder.

“Bye Pose!” he waves with a smile and then they’re out the door. He sighs. “Big cleanup day today, lovie.”

“I know. I’ll feed Olly and change him, then we’ll be out to help in the backyard,” you say, taking your son from Luke’s arms. “Hi sweet boy, did you sleep well?”

It was pretty warm out so you made sure Oliver had on a short sleeved onesie. You covered him in a blanket with a hat on and turned the small fan clipped to his carrier as you helped Luke with the pool. You vacuumed while he got the leaves out from the top. You checked on Oliver multiple times but he seemed pretty content in his carrier.

“I’ll get the tiki torches and line them around the pool,” Luke huffs, tying his hair in a bun. He tugged off his white tank top that had a sweat mark on the chest and tossed it to the grass.

Your eyebrows raise in appreciation as he turns into the shed, his butt looks really nice in his black athletic shorts. Oliver makes some noise so you go to him immediately to see if he’s all right. When you reach in to check his temperature, his little hand grasps onto your finger tightly.

“I’m right here, baby. You’re doing so good out here, yes you are,” you coo at him and kiss his forehead. You sit down in one of the patio chairs when Luke emerges with about a dozen tiki torches.

Watching him twist the torches into the ground, his back muscles flexing and glistening with sweat in the sun and his arms tightening leaves you hot and bothered. You’re transfixed by the power he wields in each one he places around the perimeter of the pool, your eyes moving over the slope of his back and you’re left with a wanting ache for him.

“Are you all right over there?” he asks, strutting his way to you with his tank top in his hand. He just put in the last tiki torch and you shook your head from being frazzled.

“Yeah, you just...you look so sexy right now, that’s all,” you shrug then look down at Olly who’s fast asleep.

“I do?” he snorts resting his tank top around his neck, he uses it like a towel to wipe at his forehead.

“Mhm,” you sigh, eyeing him up without remorse.

His eyebrows raise and he glances at Oliver then back at you. “Care to show me how sexy I am?”

You lay Oliver in his crib so he can continue his midmorning nap and Luke is quick to drag you into your bedroom, his lips on yours. It’s been well over six weeks since your C-Section and you were given the okay to have sex again.

“What time is it?” Luke mumbles, kissing your neck and pushing you to the bed.

“You have somewhere else to be?” you laugh then sigh when he starts to suck in your sweet spot.

“I’m exactly where I need to be,” he groans when you dip your hand in his shorts and start to stroke him. “Ash and Po will be coming back soon.”

“That’s right,” you sigh and plop on the bed. You gaze up at him, his blond hair slipping out from his bun and he’s breathing heavily. You wiggle your fingers between his own and pull him down on top of you. “We’ll have to be quick then.”

He smiles before kissing you, his hand tugs your shorts down and he pulls himself out of his shorts. Your kisses are frantic and just as he pulls your underwear to the side, Oliver lets out a loud wail and Petunia barks at the front door.

You groan at the horrible timing and Luke sighs on top of you.

“We weren’t fast enough,” you sigh, letting him situate yourself and shoves himself back in his pants.

“We’ll have some alone time soon, lovie,” he promises with a smile. He takes your hands pulling you in a sitting position.

“Mama! Daddy!” Posy calls.

You fix your hair and make sure your pants are buttoned and zipped before exiting the room to get back to your responsibilities.

***

It’s the morning of the 4th and you’ve just changed Oliver and put his blue overalls on with a red shirt underneath. Posy is wearing a blue dress with red sandals and you and Luke are matching in a red dress and a red tank top for him. Before your party, you’re all going to the parade in town where Cory and Ella will meet you with Lily and Violetta.

“How hot is it outside?” you ask Luke, settling Oliver in his car seat. Posy is in his arms wearing white sunglasses.

“Not too bad right now. I’ve got extra sunscreen in the bag and water.”

“All right, let’s go!”

Cory, Ella, Violetta, and Lily are already sitting down along the curb in their chairs. Lily springs up in her own blue and white dress to give you a big hug. Her hair is pulled back in a red headband.

“Hi honey!” You hug her the best you can with Oliver in your arms, Luke and Posy are behind you with the stroller. “You did such a good job saving our seats for us!”

“Look at my necklaces!” Lily shows you the red, white, and blue beads around her neck.

“Wow, you have so many! Hi guys,” you smile to Cory and Ella. Cory has Violetta in her arms and she’s in a white dress with a red bow on her head.

“Po, I have some necklaces for you!” Lily runs to her sister and takes off two of her necklaces. “Aren’t they pretty?”

“Pwetty!” Posy gasps, touching the beads lightly with her fingers.

You sit in the chair next to Ella smiling at Violetta, she’s chewing on her teething beads. Luke immediately requests a photo of all of you with Lily and Posy standing in front, their smiles wide and beautiful.

“You need a family photo,” Cory says and takes Luke’s phone.

You stand next to Luke pointing Oliver to the camera and Posy wants to be in Luke’s arms. Lily stands in front and you put your hand on her shoulder, all of you smiling.

“Beautiful,” Cory smiles.

The parade starts and the girls are excited watching the floats and bands go by. They’re especially excited when candy is tossed to them. Oliver does a decent job being content with the loud noise until the firetrucks and ambulances come by.

Lily scrambles into Luke’s lap and he puts on her sound cancelling headphones she’s used since she was a toddler at his shows. Her small hands still hold onto the ear pieces and she watches the trucks drive by. Posy on the other hand is watching in awe and waving to the people inside.

“Lily and I made cupcakes yesterday that we’re going to bring over,” Ella tells you.

“Oh, that’s great. When will you be coming by?”

“After Vi’s nap, she’s been having a hard time sleeping lately. How’s our little man doing? I love his overalls, he looks like a cute old man.”

“I know right?” you laugh stroking over his nose. “He’s doing good, eating a lot and he’s at the weight he should be.”

“Mama look at all my candy!” Posy runs up to you with her candy tucked in her dress like a sack.

“Wow! It’s just like halloween!” you smile.

When the parade is over, Posy is starting to get fussy too because you won’t let her eat her candy because she hasn’t had lunch yet.

“We’ll see you guys later,” Cory laughs watching you all leave. Posy is wriggling in Luke’s arms nearing meltdown mode.

Ever since her birthday she’s been having more meltdowns and you couldn’t agree more that it’s the terrible three’s and not the two’s. She’s learning how to test her limits with you and Luke and when it doesn’t go her way, she screams and does all the dramatics.

Posy is still whining in the car and Oliver starts to whine now too because he’s hungry. Lily is holding her ears because Oliver’s cries increase.

“We’re almost home, sweets,” Luke says and turns into the subdivision.

You’re trying to console Oliver by letting him suck on your knuckle but he just spits it out. You hate hearing your kids be upset. Luke parks in the driveway and you both scramble to get the kids out and your belongings. Luke takes Oliver and you carry a wiggling Posy inside the house.

“I’ll feed him and then we’ll have a quick lunch I made for them this morning,” Luke says, opening the fridge and taking out Oliver’s bottle.

Lily runs to her room to get away from the noise and you set Posy down on the floor. She literally collapses onto the floor, her face red and wet with her tears. You settle next to her letting her get her anger out. In a moment, she’s sniffling and coughs wiping at her cheeks.

“Are you finished?” you ask gently and she nods. “C’mere by mama.”

You help her stand up and wipe at her wet face, brushing her hair away from her forehead.

“Deep breath,” you say inhaling and she follows, then you let it out and Posy does as well. You repeat that three more times until her breathing is back to normal. “After lunch you can have one piece of candy, okay? We can’t eat candy for lunch. How about you go pick one out and I’ll get lunch started.”

“Okay mama.”

You’re gathering the lunches Luke prepared, ham and cheese sandwiches with grapes and applesauce. Lily comes running out and asks if she can help you, she’s always such a big help to you. Posy is playing with her toys in the living room when Luke comes back downstairs.

“Daddy look!” Posy jumps up from her spot holding up the red lollipop she chose to eat after lunch. “I picked this for after lunch!”

“You did! I think that’s a very good choice, do you want me to hold onto it until you’re done?”

“Yeah!” she hands him the lollipop and he pockets it, giving you a wink.

Posy climbs into her chair just as you set her plate of food down. Lily takes her place and the girls start eating.

“Is he down?” you ask Luke moving to pick up the toys Posy was playing with.

“Yup, hopefully he’ll sleep until people start coming.”

***

Your friends arrive right on time and are more than helpful with setting the food up outside and Michael has set up his music stuff in the corner. Lily and Posy are occupied by Calum and Ashton. Posy is showing off all her candy and practicing her karate moves with Ashton while Lily is telling Calum all about the parade.

“You had your headphones on right?” Calum asks and she nods.

“Yeah, they are too loud.”

“Do you have them for the fireworks?”

“In my room!”

Luke and Cory are manning the grill again, you decided on having chicken for dinner. Halfway through the party you go get Oliver and Michael comes over to say hi. You ask him how he and Crystal are doing with trying for a baby and he said they’re taking a break right now. They don’t want to stress about it too much.

When it becomes dusk, Luke lights the tiki torches and the yard is in a fantastical glow. Posy keeps asking when the fireworks will be and you tell her it will be when it’s much darker outside.

“Hey mama,” Luke murmurs in your ear, his hands wrap around your stomach. Ashton and Michael brought out the sparklers and were helping Lily and Posy with them. He kisses your cheek.

“Hey,” you smile leaning into him.

“Want to try and finish what we started yesterday?” his lips move to your shoulder and his kiss makes the strap fall down.

“Right now?”

“I meant later when the kids are asleep but if you want to try when the fireworks are going off...they’d mask how loud you are,” he teases.

“You don’t want to watch the fireworks?”

“You’re the only firework I need,” he squeezes you.

“If Lily and Posy are okay during the show, we can try and sneak away,” you promise and turn around in his arms. His nose and cheeks are a little red and you touch his face lightly. “You got sunburned today.”

“So did you,” he glances at your cleavage where you see a very noticeable line. “I’ll have to rub aloe on you later.”

“Mm, that sounds nice,” you mumble and lean up on your toes to give him a kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair. He tastes like perspiration, a shot of tequila and Luke, your favorite taste. You get lost in his kiss and his arms wrapped around you. “Wanna slip away now?” you whisper, pulling away before you get too carried away.

“I hope we aren’t too late,” a familiar voice says behind Luke.

You both look at each other before turning around to see his parents and brothers standing there. Your mouth opens in a gasp and then Lily and Posy are running to Liz shouting ‘nana!’

“Oh hello my loves!” Liz exclaims hugging them both.

“Mum? What are you doing here?” Luke asks tugging you along.

You’re all giving hugs and kisses and there’s questions about Oliver and why they didn’t tell you they’d be coming.

“Who cares, what a great surprise!” You laugh hugging Liz again. “I’m so glad you’re here, how long are you staying? Where are you staying?”

“We rented a house not too far from here and we’re staying for the whole Summer.”

“The whole Summer?!” Luke’s eyes widen and he hugs his parents again.

Lily and Posy try to get their attention but Jack quickly intercedes and asks them to show him how the sparklers work. The rest of the group come and say high and you gather Oliver in your arms so Liz can get a look at him.

“This is Oliver,” you smile and there’s tears in her eyes.

“Can I?” she asks, holding her arms out.

“Of course!” you hand him over.

“He’s just darling, and he’s so strong! You just couldn’t wait to come into the world, huh handsome boy?” Liz coos rocking him. “He looks just like Luke.”

“I think so, too,” you smile, looping your arm around Luke’s waist. There’s a firework that goes off behind you, a sign from the neighbors that their show will be starting in about ten minutes. Lily clutches to your legs, covering her ears. “It’s okay, honey, we’ll go get your headphones.”

“Already got them,” Calum grins coming out from the house with the headphones in his hands. “Do you want to watch them with me, Lils?”

“Mama can I?” she asks looking up at you.

“Of course you can, go get your blanket to lay in the grass,” you tell her.

“Help me pick a blanket, Cal!” She takes his hand and he follows her inside.

You’re more than happy for Liz to hold onto Oliver while the fireworks go off, Posy is close to her sitting in Ashton’s lap. She’s chattering about her karate class and what happened at Disney World and that nana should come with next time.

“I think that’s a great idea, bug,” Luke pinches at her cheek when he returns with a beer. He points at you. “Stand up.”

“What?”

“Up, lovie,” he smiles, pulling you up himself so he can sit in your chair. You place your hands on your hips. “Okay, sit down.” he pats his thigh and you sit down on his lap happily. “This is your seat for every firework show.”

You press your lips to his balmy forehead, it smells like sunscreen and the hot summer day that was today.

“Guess we can’t sneak away now with your family here,” you mumble.

“It’s okay. If they’re here the whole summer, I’m sure we can go away for a night just the two of us,” he pinches your hip.

“Maybe we could do a whole weekend?” you raise your eyebrows.

“You’ll be okay leaving Olly for a weekend?”

“Apart from me and you, I trust your mom. She had three kids of her own, you know.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” he laughs and gives you a kiss. “It’s a date, we’ll set something up.”

“Your birthday’s coming up,” you trace your finger along his bearded jaw.

“Mm, that’s the best birthday present I could ask for,” he smiles.

The fireworks start to go off and you look in the grass where Calum and Lily are, she’s sitting in his lap gazing up at the sky. He points to the ones way up and her mouth opens at the big ones. Posy is in Ashton’s lap and her commentary makes everyone laugh.

“That’s my favorite! I love that one! Look Unca Ash!”

“I see! These are all my favorites, too,” he comments back.

Then you look over at Oliver in Liz’s lap, she’s kissing his head and rubbing his back talking softly to him. You turn to Luke last who is already looking at you, his face lit up from the colors bursting in the sky.

“I’m so glad I married you,” you tell him, pecking his lips gently.

“I’m glad you married me, too,” he grins.

You relax against him and enjoy the rest of the display. Life is good and full of love.

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 4 years

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The Sight of You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s disturbing dreams about his childhood bring him back to Las Vegas to face two of his childhood’s greatest enemies: his estranged father and his ex best friend.

AN: it’s a friends to enemies to lovers fic! Set in the episode “Memoriam” 4x07

Content Warnings: usual Criminal Minds stuff, mentions of child death, childhood trauma, descriptions of a dead body. Let me know if I missed anything!

Despite seeing Spencer around Pre-k, Y/N did not trot over to talk to him with their brightly coloured rucksack swinging vigorously and violently behind them. They walked faster instead once their parents had dropped them off. Spencer did his best to catch up to Y/N but lost them around the corner in the sea of students seeking their next class. He was meant to be one of them. Adjusting his glasses as they slipped down his nose, Spencer noted that he needed a new prescription before entering his own class and preparing to focus on a subject he was already well-versed in.

It was lunch time when Spencer finally found Y/N. They were sitting at the furthest end of the table in the canteen. But Y/N cowered away from him, his shoulders drawn up defensively.

“Are you OK, Y/N?” Spencer asked before getting to what was more significant to him: “Do you know when you will be free to play again?”

The next sentence out of Y/N’s mouth stung like a nettle. They stood up, their face contorted in their fit, and they pushed Spencer hard on the shoulders.

“Go away! I can’t look at you! You make me feel sick, you and your family!” They cried.

They went silent when Spencer was laughed at by those who heard what was said. Just grabbed their lunch and moved away, leaving Spencer spellbound in the middle of the canteen, heartbroken and with a new opening for a potential chess partner. Maybe that man they saw last week at the park would be kind enough to join him again.

But there was no replacement for Y/N, who now never said a word when they caught a glimpse of Spencer being bullied – only dithering about on the spot before fleeing the scene moments before a teacher would show up.

Spencer was hurt; that hurt warped into hatred when he was next out with his mother and father. They were at the shopping mall and had just bought Spencer his new glasses. Going down the escalator, he saw Y/N. They were smiling and skipping between their parents, a new pair of shoes shiny on their feet.

The second they spotted the Reids, Y/N ducked behind their parents. Spencer could still see their face: brow furrowed, eyes squinting, hands shaking now that nothing was holding them. Their parents didn’t seem to notice. They kept talking and walking even as Y/N stopped in time with the Reids stepping off the escalator.

Sudden footsteps running away was what dragged the public’s attention to a suddenly absent child.

“Y/N!” The parents called out as they chased after the four-year-old. They were quick past the Reids, not stopping to say ‘hello’.

Spencer kept his eyes trained after Y/N’s fleeing form, right until his mother’s face came into view. Diana looked saddened; she too was staring after the L/Ns. Turned to his father. William was composed but his eyes were turned down and watering.

For making his parents react like that to their mere presence, Spencer despised Y/N.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

The burning hatred from adolescence staled once Spencer reached adulthood. The protective nature that spawned from it for his mother remained.

Which is why, when Diana Reid casually mentioned Y/N when asked about Riley Jenkins, Spencer froze up.

“You remember Y/N?” He said stiffly.

Diana didn’t notice her son’s change in tone, “Of course, you two were opposites but you got on so well. So sad what happened to them.”

The first guess was that she was referring Y/N’s repeated attempts at running away before Reid cut contact with neighbourhood gossip at age fourteen. He didn’t bother with a second attempt to understand what his mother meant.

“I don’t care about Y/N. I want to know if you remember Riley.”

“And I told you: Riley was a boy you made up.”

“No, Mom, he was a real boy who lived in our neighbourhood, and somebody killed him. And, I don't know, I think-- I think that dad might have had something to do with it.”

“He was real?”

“Yes. And...”

“He was on that little league team, too.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

The whole case was surreal - “case” being a very loose term.

When they got into his office, Spencer thought that perhaps things might simmer down a little. Unfortunately, as soon as his father spoke about their history of similarity in appearance, Spencer’s usual comfort of statistics and facts on the elderly and pets failed to conceal his abandonment issues.

William Reid was clearly affected by Spencer’s accusations, calling the idea of fitting the profile thus being Riley’s killer “absurd”. Furthermore, he was confrontational when asked for access to his files and demanded a warrant. Coupled with Lou Jenkins’ absolute certainty that William was not involved in Riley’s murder and Penelope asking him “you sure about this?” concerning invading the aforementioned files, Spencer was very close to snapping.

“I really wish people would stop asking me that.”

Then there was the envelope posted beneath his motel room door. Suspicious timing aside, there was a brand-new suspect basically handed over on a silver platter. One Gary Michaels whom Spencer couldn’t remember him but he couldn’t be sure that he didn’t know him. Uncertainty being the feeling he hated the most.

This man could fit the profile; his previous of exposing himself to a minor was a precursor to molestation. But that wasn’t what Spencer wanted to hear from the shady file slipped to direct his attention away from William.

Garcia reported back about his father’s drives, “No kiddie porn, no membership to illicit websites, no dubious emails, no chat room history.”

“What about his finances?”

Hotch joined the conversation, “We went back ten years. No questionable transactions that we can find.”

Spencer sighed while Emily decided to crack a joke: “Well, he did buy a ticket to see Celine Dion six months ago, but I think we can overlook that.”

“He’s smart. Is it possible he kept things under the table?” Spencer persisted.

“Well, of course,” Hotch answered, “But from what we can tell, Reid, he doesn’t fit the profile.”

“We can tell you other things about him, if you want to know.”

A peace offering on behalf of Emily. Clearly she had improved after her night out and subsequent hangover. Spencer gave the go-ahead and Emily listed her profile:

“He's a workaholic, he actually logs more hours than we do. He makes decent money, but he doesn't spend a lot of it. He has a modest house. He drives a hybrid. He doesn't travel much. He stays away from the casinos. Um, and according to his veterinary bills, he has a very sick cat.”

“He appears to spend most of his free time alone,” Hotch added, “He goes to the movies a lot, and he reads. And from his collection of first editions, it seems his favourite author is-”

Spencer interrupted his boss, “Isaac Asimov, I remember that one.” He pressed his lips together. They were right; William Reid did not fit the profile.

Garcia piped up once more, “He does have one other major interest. On his home computer, he's archived, like, a ka-jillion things on one common subject.”

“What?”

“You, kiddo. He's got, like, everything that's been published online. Every article you've been quoted in, pieces you've written for behavioural science journals, He even has a copy of your dissertation.”

“He's keeping tabs on you,” Rossi said, That's saying something.”

But Spencer smoothly dismissed this attempt to make excuses for his father, “Yeah, he googled me. That makes up for everything. I'm going to get some air.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

After getting said air, Spencer went to the local bar and began playing an computerised poker game. His paying attention was only to distract himself, clear his head with something he knew he could control. And thankfully, a chance interaction with a lady at the bar spawned the inspiration for a sporadic hypnosis session.

Doctor Jan Mohikian allowed them a session. Reminded of the limitations that a four-year old’s memory could provide, not including the bias he already had as a son and a profiler, Spencer lay on the couch. His feet hung over the end so that his head could be comfortable in a pillow. There was no time for self-consciousness with Rossi in the room observing. He closed his eyes and felt his hand be placed upon Doctor Mohikian’s body.

She spoke low and calmingly, “I want you to hold my wrist in your left hand. And if you should feel any fear, I want you to squeeze, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Go back to the night you were just telling me about. You're at home, in your room. You can't sleep because your parents are arguing.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

His eyes were closed still, but the couch shifted into a bed. His bed. A floor below, the faint shouting between his mother and father was heard. There was someone else there too. A child wailing, and it wasn’t him.

Suddenly his father was at his side, touching his arm, saying, “I know you’re awake. Daddy loves you; you know that?”

Spencer didn’t want to be there, and then it was the following morning.

Putting his glasses, the room fell into focus. His mother was there, she didn’t see him because she was too busy looking out the window. Her body language told him that this was not a meltdown, but what she saw was distressing. She’d been crying. As she walked away into the house, she hid her face as if she knew Spencer was watching and she wanted to hide her reaction from him.

Spencer ran to the window the second Diana had left the room.

His father was in the back garden and burning clothes. A bloody shirt, a tiny cardigan, landed on top of the pile already set alight.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and wake.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

And Spencer was shocked out of the scene, back to the doctor’s couch and gripping her wrist with an iron grip. Rossi was by his side, bringing him back to peace with his voice.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Derek was clearly disturbed that Spencer was very set on his father being a paedophilic murderer as much as he had been that Spencer was taking something that was said after his mother’s fit seriously. He continued however to assist with Rossi in Spencer’s investigation.

As if everything else hadn’t been hard enough, the captain took some time to agree to holding William Reid in custody. Finally, he settled for twenty-four hours. William was as resistant to the questions as he had been upon the initial reunion. All he could say was that he didn’t hurt Riley. Spencer wore him down, getting him to drop the Gary Michaels bomb plus the threat that he “didn’t want to go down that road”.

Garcia’s search of Gary Michaels’ DNA on the databases brought to light that their suspect was dead. Buried across state lines, beat over the head with a pipe or bat, and the body was discovered in 2001.

“Maybe it wasn’t Riley’s blood on the clothes he was burning.” Derek was about to hang up when Garcia began to speak again, a new discovery ready for her team.

“Also, Todd found something in your father’s finances. There was a standing order for a therapist, specifically a child therapist from 1985 to 1995. I thought it was for Spencer, but William left when you were twelve, and these sessions continue irregularly after he left you!”

“Who was the patient?”

“One Y/N L/N. Local to North Vegas, born 1980 to Shelly and Finley L/N.”

Both Rossi and Derek looked away from the phone to Spencer and he knew. He knew he’d have to face another villain from the past – like a knight in one of Y/N’s stories.

“Still alive?”

“Yep, already pulling up an address. There’s a lot of short leases attached to this name. Lucky for you, they keep going back to live with their parents.”

Spencer wasn’t entirely sure that he could handle two bitter reunions in one day.

“We’ll send off the fingerprint while we visit Y/N. They could have been a potential victim of Michaels before he died. They might know something.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

It was a normal home in a normal neighbourhood. Spencer had never visited Y/N’s house. Their play-dates were always at the park.

“Hello, Mr L/N,” held up their badges, “I’m Agent Derek Morgan, this is Agent David Rossi and Doctor Spencer Reid. May we come in and ask you some questions?”

“Sure. My wife is uh out at work at the moment,” Finley opened the door wider and stepped aside for the trio to enter, “I’m the house husband as it were.”

Looking about the kitchen, Spencer spied several photos of an adult Y/N but very few of them as a toddler and even less as a teenager.

“You have a child, Mr L/N?” Rossi asked.

“All grown up now, Y/N,” Finley smiled with a nod. Then he squinted at Spencer, “You’re not related to William Reid by chance, are you?”

Masking his bitterness, Spencer said shortly, “He’s my father.”

Finley seemed in awe at the prospect, so Derek redirected the conversation back to the matter at hand, “What was Y/N like as a child?”

Nodding still, like a bobble head, Finley looked weary at the notion, “Troubled. They were very young when they withdrew into themselves. Used to run away from home a lot. I don’t know what happened, but Y/N never told us.” He then jumped to protect his child’s reputation at present, “They’re doing better now, went to therapy and they’re doing very well for themselves.”

“I’m glad to hear.” Rossi replied.

Finley continued his defence of Y/N, “They’re a published author, they write fantasy things for kids and young adults. We’re very proud of them.”

“Did Y/N know Riley Jenkins when they were a child?”

“Riley Jenkins, that’s Lou’s kid who died, right?” Finley sought confirmation and, when he had it, he spoke, “Not personally. I think they might have played at the park once or twice. Before he died, Y/N would play with anyone. But you… you know that.” And Finley gestured to Spencer, much to his disgust.

“Is Y/N in the area?” Spencer asked briskly.

“Well, they’re due for a visit in a few hours. They went on holiday.”

“They still live with you?”

“A month ago, they got a new flat in the city. But they’ve got their own room here, for whenever they need it.”

“May we see it?”

The wallpaper was barely visible beneath exam revision notes, posters of Fresh sheets on the bed and the clear space on the floor were the only tidy things about the place. It was a haven of organised clutter.

A chess set caught Spencer’s eye. It sat upon the windowsill, recently dusted. The pieces were not that of a classic set; each was painted prettily but with enough error to indicate it was a personal touch.

“You and Y/N were close then?” Derek was holding up a photo album. Upon inspection, the photograph the page was open on was of Spencer and Y/N dressed up for Halloween as Doctor Frankenstein and the Monster respectively – accurate to the book of course.

“Yeah, ‘were’,” Spencer turned back to the chess set. He didn’t bother to ask when his friends had figured out he knew Y/N.

Rossi decided to further test the waters, “You think that Y/N could have killed Riley?”

“Of course not. A four-year-old couldn’t kidnap, tie up, rape, and kill a boy their own age. No violent history that indicates they would ever do something like this. Do I think that Y/N knows something about what happened and my father is trying to keep them quiet? Yes.”

Rossi moved beside Spencer, picking up the knight. Except it wasn’t a knight. It was a wizard of some kind in purple robes.

“We’ll stay up here for a bit then go down once Y/N’s inside and settled,” He gestured with the knight to the window. Spencer blanched as he spied a cab at the end of the driveway. The trunk was open and someone was retrieving a suitcase from within.

Y/N appeared around the corner, waving off the cab and turning to the house. Mr L/N appeared on the drive and they met in the middle for a hug. Over Mr L/N’s shoulder, Spencer could see that Y/N had grown into their chubby childhood features. They looked genuinely happy.

He would have to go through with it, but he didn’t have to like it. And he couldn’t go hide in the bathroom like with his father.

The trio plodded down the stairs when the sound of the front door closing was replaced with a joyous gathering in the kitchen. It all changed when Y/N went to take off their jacket and caught sight of the three FBI agents standing in the doorway. Taking out his badge, Rossi led the way.

“Hello, Y/N, I’m Agent David Rossi, this is Agent Derek Morgan, and Doctor Spencer Reid. We’re looking into the death of Riley Jenkins, and we were hoping to ask you some questions.”

To the naked eye, very little changed about Y/N’s appearance. To the three profilers, there was a visceral reaction: Y/N’s right hand started trembling, the hard swallow, the dropping of their gaze from Spencer to the floor.

“OK,” They said, a great deal quieter than they had been with their father.

Rossi sat next to Y/N at the dinner table. Derek was beside Rossi; Spencer stayed standing. Mr L/N stayed in the kitchen, at Y/N’s request.

“Can you tell us what you remember about Riley?” Rossi began.

“Not very much, I don’t really remember much about school.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Spencer blurted, “Well, I do.”

Derek glanced back at him with a look that just screamed “shut the hell up”. It seemed to cut down Y/N’s resolve, their jaw quivering.

“Sorry, can you give me a moment?” They stood up quick, the chair legs scraping loudly against the floor as they walked just as fast to the kitchen. Through the open door, Rossi, Derek, and Spencer watched Y/N grab a glass from the open dishwasher. The water from the tap hit the bottom of the glass harsh, crashing out like a wave of the ocean hitting a cliff. Y/N didn’t seem to care. Their hand dripped water onto the surface as they chugged back some of the drink before returning to the table with a topped-up glass.

“Are you alright?” Rossi inquired, leaning closer to Y/N.

They answered wearily, “Fine, just feeling woozy.”

“You’re a writer?”

“Yeah, you’re a writer too. My mom reads your stuff before bed.”

“Bit of an odd nightcap,” Rossi said with a little chuckle.

Y/N shared that smile for the briefest of moments, replying “You’re telling me.”

From their pocket, they pulled out some painkillers, popping them back with a slug of water then speaking again. “I remember Riley was smaller than me. Still figuring out coordination, but he liked to play chase. I know he was killed; I didn’t find out how until I looked into it last year.”

“Why did you look into it?” Rossi gently probed.

Y/N rubbed two fingers back and forth across their head as they spoke, “I was back here, I felt sick so I went for a walk in the park, and I just remembered him tripping over while trying to tag me. No one ever told me what happened, just that he had to go away. I wanted to know what happened to him.”

“Are you sick often?” Derek asked suddenly, his voice soft to match Rossi. Spencer grimaced at the treatment Y/N was receiving but said nothing.

“Headaches and stomach aches mostly.”

“You get them whenever you come home?”

“I do. Figured I was allergic to something but never figured out what.”

That would have to be a very quick response, like a dog allergy. And coincidental, seeing as the symptoms didn’t start until they saw Spencer.

“Y/N?” called their father, “Can you come here a moment please?”

“May I?”

“Of course,” said Derek and Y/N was out of the room. Derek pivoted in his chair to include Spencer in his theory, “I think they know something, but they don’t know they know it. I think they repressed this memory like you did, Spencer. We should take him to the therapist, see if we can jog his memory.”

“You can’t be serious,” Spencer covered his face with his hands, dragging them down with irritation.

Derek was persistent though, “Spencer, like it or not, Y/N’s linked to this investigation. Put aside your differences for a moment, please.”

Spencer all but squawked, “Put aside my differences?”

“You have brought a lot of bias to this case. Let us at least pursue this lead.”

“Sorry,” Y/N interrupted Spencer’s retort, sitting back at the table, “He needed someone to get unhook the loft door. Mom usually does it.”

“That’s alright.” Rossi waved a hand dismissively. Once Y/N accepted that, he moved in with Derek’s suggestion, “You know, some people have strong physical reactions to memories, trauma. Maybe you’re not getting sick. You’re rejecting something.”

“Rejecting?” repeated Y/N. There was no doubt in their voice, more cautious curiosity.

Derek nodded, “A memory, repressing it, and your body has linked the physical responses to your home. We think it has something to do with this case, and we’d like to see if we can retrieve any memories you might have. Would you be alright to come with us?”

“Yeah,” said Y/N, though they didn’t sound too certain, “Yeah sure.”

The resigned, too tired look on their face, and Spencer felt a tug in his chest. A longing to see Y/N smile like they had when they first entered the house. He’d rather hate someone who was happy than someone who suffered the same as him.

Leaving the house, Spencer took a deep breath of fresh air.

“Spencer?”

He ignored Y/N’s voice for a moment, but he couldn’t disregard Y/N standing in front of him and speaking again, “Spencer, can we talk please?”

“I’m busy,” He said, already walking off as he pretended to call someone, “Hey Garcia.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

“Hold onto my hand, use it as an anchor, and squeeze when you feel fear.” Doctor Mohikian accepted Y/N’s hand on her wrist and their silence nod as they lay back on the same couch Spencer had been just hours before.

“I want you to think back to your childhood, back to when you were five. You’re at the park, your parents are on a bench watching nearby to keep you safe. What do you see?”

“Spencer Reid.”

Derek and Rossi glanced at Spencer, who did not react. They kept quiet so that Y/N could immerse themselves in the hypnosis.

“What’s he doing?” Doctor Mohikian continued.

“Teaching me chess.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Sat on opposite sides of the table, Spencer and Y/N’s eyes were glued to the chess pieces that were neatly organised between them. Spencer was thinking strategy. He could not say the same for his companion Y/N. They reached a hand out and hovered over the pieces before finally selecting their last knight.

Their tongue clicked as Y/N trotted the piece on the spot.

“What’s this one again?”

“The knight,” Spencer recited, “It moves two spaces up, down, left or right, and another step perpendicular to the first direction.”

“Brave creatures riding into battle,” Y/N narrated before continuing their clip-clopping to its new position, “Pawns in the game of war.”

Spencer didn’t understand how they were coming up with this whilst playing. Well, actually, he did. Because Y/N was clearly not playing to win. They were playing for the best possible story.

“Where do you think this story will end?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying,” said Y/N, pushing back the sleeves of their white cardigan, “Come on, you can tell me, with your magic powers.”

“It’s not magic. It’s logic.”

“That’s magic to me,”

Narrowing his eyes, Spencer decided that he should give his friend the information they sought: “I see checkmate in fifteen moves.”

“See? Magic! The gift of sight!” crowed Y/N, clapping their hands together. The cardigan sleeves fell back in place as they did so. Spencer felt his cheeks heat up; he dropped his head so he could smile in privacy while Y/N began to decide their next move.

“How’s your mommy today?”

Shrugging, Spencer said, “Better than normal. But that means a bad day is around the corner.”

Y/N nodded solemnly. “Do you want another ice cream? I got more birthday money.”

“No thank you.” Spencer moved the piece but was immediately intercepted by Y/N, “You’re getting better.”

“Fank you.”

“You’ll have to wait longer to beat me though.” And he snatched Y/N’s knight away, just as planned and much to Y/N’s dismay.

A new voice from their left spoke, “Hey you’re pretty good.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Y/N’s grip tightened on Doctor Mohikian’s wrist, “Someone’s with us.”

“Who do you see?” Doctor Mohikian asked patiently.

“A man. He’s asking us if he can watch us play, listen to the story.”

“Do you want him to stay?”

“No,” Y/N flinched, “But Spencer keeps talking to him. The man won’t go away.”

“It’s OK, it’s OK, you’re safe, Y/N.”

Y/N flinched again, this time letting out a whimper, “He’s on the floor.”

“Spencer is?”

“No, the man.”

“What’s he doing on the floor?”

“He’s,” Y/N began panting, their face tensing and body jerking, “I can’t get to him. There’s glass in the way and the ground is shaking.”

“Y/N.”

“I can’t look, I’ll be sick! Whenever I see them, sick.”

“OK, you’re going to wake up in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Their eyes snapped open with the click of the fingers and Y/N leapt out of Doctor Mohikian’s couch. Their head aimed over the bin by the door and they retched. Nothing came up but their stomach continued to squeeze up

Spencer fidgeted in his seat, trying his best not to look at Y/N. The choice words of the session, three in particular, wrapped around his head.

“Floor”.

Y/N had seen Gary Michaels inside, somewhere that wasn’t the park.

“Glass”.

A window, Y/N was watching what Gary Michaels was doing.

“Sick”.

“Go away! I can’t look at you! You make me feel sick, you and your family!”

“Them”.

It wasn’t just Michaels in the room alone. They had been a witness to his murder.

Derek’s movement to help Y/N took Spencer out of his analysis. Sweaty, Y/N was led back to the couch, the bin between their legs, head lolling forward. Spencer tried to move beside them for questioning, but Y/N winced and began heaving again. He felt that ache in his chest again. He was causing this and nothing he could do would change that. Not until they both knew what happened to Riley and Y/N got help through it.

“What did you see, Y/N?” Derek asked as he replaced Spencer’s spot beside them.

With watering eyes, Y/N looked at Spencer, “The man we played with, he was on the floor. His head – thank you.” They accepted the water from Doctor Mohikian, gulping some back, “It was smashed in.”

The three agents left the room, Doctor Mohikian following after Y/N left to get some air.

“It’s logical to assume that Y/N tied that sickness, that repulsion because of what they thought they saw your mother be involved with, to you and your family,” Doctor Mohikian evaluated.

Interrupting again, Spencer stammered his way through his analysis, “That’s why they avoided me. They associated me with being ill. It’s probably also why they ran away so much; they had to get away from this horrible feeling they had associated with their home.”

Doctor Mohikian shook her head, “We won’t be able to use this in court, I told you when we started.”

Derek’s phone started to ring. As he answered, Spencer somehow managed to slip away for long enough to find Y/N. They were leaning against the ramp’s railing in front of the practice, their body lifting and slumping with each deep breath they took. Against his better judgement, he moved toward them.

“Y/N? Can I have your number?”

The breathing slowed again.

“I need it to call you with an update on the situation as soon as we get one.”

Without looking up, Y/N pulled out their phone and handed it over to Spencer. He punched his number in a new contact, using this time to gather the courage to maybe say something else. The hurt and pain went beyond him now. Y/N was suffering and had been much longer than he had.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Spencer said quietly, hoping that his didn’t add to the illness, “I hope you feel better soon.”

Their head still down, Y/N croaked, “You too, Spencer.”

“Spencer, get over here! We got a match on a print on Michaels’ body!”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

“What makes you think Gary Michaels killed your boy?”

“He admitted it,” Lou Jenkins said, as monotonous as he had been for the last fifteen minutes of the interrogation.

Derek’s quickfire was on Jenkins instantly, “You beat a guy with a baseball bat, he's going to admit to a lot of things. How do you know he was the right guy?”

“I know. He approached another kid in the neighbourhood.”

“And how do you know that?

“I was told by a concerned party.”

“Who? Another parent?”

Jenkins leant back in his chair, “That's all I'm going to say on the subject.”

“Who was it?” Spencer suddenly spoke up.

Caught off guard at his interjection, Jenkins awkwardly parroted himself, “I told you that's all I'm going to say on the sub—"

Reid slammed his hands on the table, getting right up in Lou’s face, “Who was it?”

The door opened, Detective Hyde appeared, “Agent Reid?”

“Do not interfere with this interrogation, detective,” shouted Spencer, “This is not your case anymore!”

Once again, he was cut off. This time, by the arrival of his own mother, Diana, and her admission of guilt: “Spencer, it was me”.

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Of all the things this case had brought him, Spencer least expected to be sitting in a room with his mother and father together for the first time in years. To have Diana explain to him how she was involved in a child’s murder was also up there with the unthinkable.

But he stayed quiet and listened to her confession.

The reveal that she had seen Gary Michaels playing chess with him and Y/N, that she and got a feeling that something was wrong before anything had even happened, opened the story. Lou Jenkins’ involvement was next on the menu. Two days after the chess game, he drove Diana to Michaels’ house, disclosed his history of child abuse, and demanded she leave while he went into the house.

Upon reaching the point where she entered the house, Diana struggled with her words. William reached over and took her hand.

She described seeing Lou with the bat, standing over the body, slipping in the pool of blood, finding Y/N standing in the window and their face, their little face as innocent as the white cardigan that covered their shoulders and absorbed the blood from Diana’s hands as she shook their shoulders.

“And the rest... It's all dark after that.”

William continued for her. Diana came home and brought Y/N with her. Eventually he came to understand what had happened and decided that nobody could ever know.

“You were burning her bloody clothes,” Spencer concluded.

His father nodded, “But the knowing, you can't burn that away. It changes everything.”

“You paid for Y/N to go to therapy.”

William didn’t seem surprised that Spencer knew this, going straight into explaining: “They went into a dissociative fugue state after seeing what Lou had done. When Diana brought them home, they were just stiff. I asked them for their home number, to call their parents, but they started screaming and throwing up. We had to take them to the police station.” He mopped his brow with a handkerchief, “They needed help, but their parents couldn’t afford it. And they didn’t know what had happened. I couldn’t drag another person into this, Spencer.”

“Is this why you left?”

“I tried to keep us together, Spencer. I swear to you, but the weight of that knowledge, it was too much.”

“You could have come back. Could have started over.”

“I didn't know how to take care of you anymore. When I lost that confidence, there was no going back. What's done is done.”

“At least now you know the truth,” Diana made an effort to smile at her son

Choking on his words and the overwhelming remorse he felt, Spencer refused to look at his parents any longer, “I was wrong about everything. I'm sorry.”

And William said something that Spencer had been waiting for, for a long time, “I am, too, Spencer.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

All of this was repeated when Spencer walked with Y/N through their old park the following day. Filling the final gaps in the memory would hopefully bring some respite to them both. Or at least maybe something to start the recovery process, easing Y/N’s sickness and Spencer’s pain.

“I’m sorry for my behaviour during this case,” Spencer sniffed, “When you said we made you sick, back when we were four, I thought you had seen my mom during one of her episodes and thought she was a freak, like everyone else.”

That stopped Y/N in their tracks, their hands coming up to cover their mouth, their eyes misty, “Oh Spencer, I’m sorry too, I’m so, so sorry I caused you so much pain.”

Spencer’s hands rushed up as if to create belated damage control, “It’s ok! I hurt you too. I made you sick.”

“That wasn’t your fault though.”

“It wasn’t yours either. We were kids.”

Almost pedantic, stropping, like a child again, Y/N moaned, “It’s all been such a waste. We could have been friends all this time!”

“We can be friends now,” Spencer pushed his hands down into his pockets to stop them flailing about anymore. His sentence was phrased more like a question.

One that Y/N gladly answered, “I would like really that.”

Sitting in the reply for a moment, Spencer followed up on his concerns, “How are you feeling? I mean, are you feeling sick again?”

“A bit, but I can handle it.”

Spencer could not see any changes in their behaviour from the day before. So obviously they were lying about that. But he didn’t protest. The lie meant Y/N wanted to stay with him, which was good - Spencer wanted that too.

They kept walking, only in silence for half a minute before Spencer broke it again, “I read your books last night.”

“Yeah?”

“‘The Siege of the Lost Faiths’ in Rogue’s Mask, that was our first game of chess.”

“It had by far the best narrative,” Y/N dragged their shoe a little on the grass before coming to a stop, “Do you still play?”

“All the time.”

They nodded over to where the old chess tables still stood, “Fancy a game before you go?”

Spencer grinned, “Just promise that this is the only setting where we’ll be on conflicting sides from now on.”

“Promise.”

Brushing the debris from the table, they both took their places opposite each other. From Y/N’s bag was revealed a box, spilling their painted chess pieces across the board. Remembering how they had stood in Y/N’s room, Spencer helped to set up the match. They took their seats opposite one another. Y/N was the green side, Spencer the purple.

Spencer moved first. After a second’s deliberation, Y/n moved their pawn.

“Isn’t there a story with this one?” Spencer said, an implicated teasing in his tone despite his shyness.

With an equally bashful eye roll, Y/N started their new story, “First begins the battle with the royals on both sides sending intrepid messengers to meet and pass along their deeds.”

Spencer took Y/N’s pawn. As he lifted their piece away, he spoke quietly, “One not as intrepid as the other.”

A gasp dropped from Y/N’s smile. He had never joined in the narrative telling before, always too taken up in the match to invest in whatever story they spun.

“He’s not a coward,” They said, still smiling, much to Spencer’s delight, “Prisoner’s dilemma, he just couldn’t trust the other with his life.”

“Did they know each other before this battle?”

“Yes,” Y/N moved a knight across, stealing Spencer’s pawn, “They were brothers who once shared a crib and now they share a grave.”

Throughout the game, Y/N continued the story with Spencer asking questions just to hear them talk more. The maturity of the stories had grown just as Y/N’s voice had. They knuckled their eyes a few times, but they didn’t complain about the headache.

“I know what endings you like,” Spencer moved his rook, “Checkmate in five.”

Y/N didn’t seem to mind that little dig, “This’ll have to be a short story instead then.”

Spencer’s next sentence got away from him, trailing off the closer he got to the end of it, “You could write an anthology series, if we see each other again and play more games.”

Where Spencer’s voice disappeared, Y/N’s returned with invigoration, “That’s not a half bad idea, Spencer.”

The checkmate never came. Y/N diverted the ending into a draw.

“A peace treaty has been forged by the survivors, because too many lives have been lost to justify this violence anymore. If only they realised sooner that no blood had to be shed for peace to rule the lands.” And they smiled at Spencer, clearly chuffed as they leaned back in their chair, “Bit of an upgrade from the horse noises, I’ll say.”

Spencer rotated the purple knight – the illusionist – between his thumb and forefinger, “I liked the horse noises.”

“You should have said during the match! I’d recreate them, for you.”

One by one, the pieces were placed back into their box until the last piece remained in Spencer’s palm: the knight or Soren the Illusionist, distractions and deceptions but he loved the tricks that delighted most of all. Just like Spencer with his magic tricks but a little to the left. The character was always one of Y/N’s favourites. Some solace away from the pain of thinking of who he was based on.

Y/N pushed Spencer’s hand away, closes his fist around it, “Keep him. He was made with you in mind anyway.”

The information sank in and Spencer’s nose wrinkled with the little smile on his face as he cupped the little Illusionist, “I’m Soren?”

Nodding, Y/N confirmed, “You’re Soren.”

“But what about your set though?”

“I can always make and paint another knight,” and Y/N tilted the piece upside down in Spencer’s hand, revealing the signature on the underside, “You and him are the originals, it’s only fair you stay together.”

In a moment of pure instinct and nostalgia, Spencer clicked his tongue as he twisted Soren in time with the noise. Y/N let out a burst of laughter that dragged the air out of Spencer’s chest.

“Hey, do you wanna get dinner tonight?” He said, running out of breath very quickly as a result.

It had a similar effect on Y/N, “I thought you – don’t you have to get back to Virginia?”

“I have time for dinner. For you.”

---> ---> ---> ---> --->

The bookstore was packed but the breath of the patrons was held as one. All eyes were watching the mini stage where a crouching figure lifted their head up slowly. A jump as the tension broke with the figure leaping up to their feet with a bang.

Y/N pushed up the brim of their cap. Snatching a deep green hoodie from the purple trunk – silver constellations painted on the sides – they swung it over their back before picking up the page where they had left off.

“Nasima looked up at Mason and said, ‘Well that was just unnecessary.’”

A burst of laughter shot through the pre-teens in the front row, spreading to the adolescents sitting further back who had grown up with the author’s other works, finally reaching the adults at the back where Spencer was fiddling with his cane. He adjusted the sleeve of his costume absentmindedly. He was just like everyone else in the room: captivated by how Y/N was so immersed in their reading.

They had just mimed kicking down a door, plus sound effects from their mouth. Swapping back and forth between the two conflicting characters arguing with one another, changing between the hoodie and the cap with every other line of dialogue and taking both off for the role of the narrator, it was certainly a workout.

An exaggerated breath was drawn into Y/N’s lungs, flopping over in a melodramatic state, which caused another laugh in the audience.

Spencer’s nose scrunched up as he grinned. He knew this was part of the scene; he’d seen Y/N rehearse this story in their sitting room. It was so much better to share this with an audience, for their reactions to fuel Y/N’s energy.

Y/N finished the short story A Battle of Bent Truths with a flourish, leaving the rest of the anthology for their audience to read in their own time. The kids were up on their feet first. Some of them were jumping up and down as they applauded with the rest of the shop. Y/N gave a big grin as they bowed, sweeping their cap off for extra drama.

There was a book signing and a photographer that followed, and Spencer waited patiently at the end of the queue, thankful that the store allowed him to bring a chair along with him. He was happy to entertain his godson and friends with a few tricks to pass the time.

“Another one please!” Henry jumped up and down when Spencer revealed his card.

A minor commotion arose by the photographer’s backdrop. There was a teenager was crying; she was clutching her copy of Untold Tales of Human Nature. Y/N was holding their shoulders, rubbing gently and speaking softly. Only half paying attention to his next trick, Spencer kept an eye on Y/N as they hugged the teenager, looking near tears themselves.

“Spencer?” J.J tapped him on the shoulder and Spencer realised that Henry was looking a little mad to have lost his godfather’s attention so easily.

“Sorry, Henry, can you pick another card please?”

When they reached the front of the queue, JJ went up first and took Henry and his pals up to see Y/N. They instantly recognised JJ and welcomed her with a tight hug. Henry was delighted to see his favourite babysitter and show them off to his school friends, boasting that they had read to him before today.

“They read me bits for bedtime, Mommy!”

“I know!” JJ tickled his cheek, “I read them to you too.”

“Who do you like better?”

“Mommy,”

Y/N gasped, dropping to their knees which made Spencer wince, “Henry, you wound me!”

Rossi approach next, knowing that once Spencer got to Y/N, they would not be left alone.

“You really know how to captivate an audience,” He kissed them on both cheeks, “Though don’t take offence if I don’t use the same tricks at my readings.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it! Thank you for coming.”

Y/N then caught Spencer’s eye and began meandering over to him with a smile they were desperately trying to stifle. Spencer rose from his chair, meeting Y/N in the middle.

“Hi, Spencer.”

With his free arm, Spencer flaunted his cloak, “Who is Spencer? I’m Soren the Illusionist!”

Giggles from his godson, his godson’s gang, his co-workers and friends, they almost caused Y/N to lose their composure. They held on just long enough to continue the banter.

“Oh, forgive me, you look so much like my boyfriend.”

“Hmmm, he must be very handsome,”

And Y/N burst into peals of laughter, waving their hands about, “OK, stop, stop, stop, I can’t.”

“Hey!” Spencer pretended to take offence, pouting as Y/N brought him into a hug.

“Don’t worry,” They kissed his cheek between giggles, “You are so very handsome.”

“To think you were once sick at the sight of me.”

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Falling in love with Draco as A Gryffindor (Draco x reader)

Side note: HAHAHAHAHAAAAA

You were a firey little thing, you.

Draco noticed you when you went to go get something from the cart

And oh boy he fell hard

He sat there in that great hall "Please be Slytherin please be--" "GRYFFINDOR!" "oh come on."

You ended up spending a lot of time with Fred and George, those two were practically your best friends.

Draco noticed you, always seeing that smile on your face as you talked to Hermoine.

He would usually find Hermione with you.

She would be trying to make you study and you'd be doodling or doing origami instead.

Draco would smile to himself as he would hear your giggles from Hermione's frustration.

Course he'd never admit that. God no.

He was always a class A dick to you and the trio

Then there was the "TROLLLLL IN THE DUNGEEEOONNN"

And you were forced to sit in your common room with the Slytherins.

"Bet one of the Slytherin kids let it in as a joke." Fred yawned.

You shook your head and leaned to him

"There's no way, none of them have the brain cells for that." You said making both of the twins snicker

Still though, something felt off. Really off.

"Hey wait a minute... Where's Harry and Ron-- Where's Hermione!?" You asked making the entire common room silent.

Mcgonagall was shocked when she was made aware of the situation.

Course when they all came back you started asking questions like "So you took down a troll... How do you feel besides absolutely epic?"

Christmas rolled around and you stayed with Fred, George, Ron and Harry

Molly made you a sweater and you usually wore it if you were cold.

Draco didn't go home for some reason and you took notice.

"Yo. Draco." You said walking over. "Oh God, what do you want?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes. "I wanted to say Merry Christmas. Here." You said handing him a paper crane.

He took it and stared at it for a while as you walked away.

"Y/n." He called. You rose a brow.

"merry Christmas." He said making you smile.

His heart almost beat out his damn chest and he quickly turned back around.

He found a note though on it's wing

"you should try smiling once in a while, I've seen you do it and it's nice."

Draco turned back around and you gave a wave with a laugh.

He shook his head... But he smiled.

And that's when your heart went "BAM. YOU LIKE THIS BOY NOW."

When the school year ended you walked over to Draco.

"Hey. Draco." You said making him turn around.

"What L/n?" He asked. "Write to me sometime. I'm usually bored over the summer." You said giving him your address.

He blinked a few times as you walked away.

Well he actually did. His letters at first were more aggressive

"Why in the world would you give me your address?!"

"Seriously why?"

Then over time as you wrote back he actually became... Likable.

He actually formed inside jokes with you and was actually... Friendly

The week before school you both had a much needed conversation though

"So I take it I'm going to be ignored when I say hello to you?"

"Why would you assume that?"

"Because a Gryffindor fraternizing with a Slytherin? Isn't that... Beneath you?"

"You're my friend Y/n I really don't care."

So when he saw you in Diagon Alley you said hi and he gave you this "DON'T COMMUNICATE WITH ME" stare making you confused

That's when you saw his father and was like "Oooohhh. He's terrifying!"

What you didn't realize is that you said that out loud

And you immediately had to duck behind Fred who was walking by.

"Hey Y/n what are you--" "SHHH. YOU DON'T SEE ME!"

He looked at Lucius malfoy and then you and nodded.

"Gotcha." He nodded before George stood in the way of Lucius' view.

"So what did you do?" Fred asked.

"Accidentally looked at him and said 'oh he's terrifying!' out loud." You mumbled.

Fred laughed and George snorted.

When he left you sighed with so much relief before you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Imsorry-- Draco! Hi!" You said panicked.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckled. "I wanted to make sure that was you. Father has a problem with me talking to Gryffindors." He said.

"Ohhh." You nodded before Fred turned around. "You two are getting along? Damn I must've drank something strange this morning" he said making you shake your head.

"I have to go, will you sit on the train with me?" He asked. "Yeah sure!" You nodded. He walked towards the door "Y/n." He said making you turn back around. "It's good to see you." He said sincerely.

Your face turned so red and George laughed. "Someone has a CRUSSHHH!" He said making you smack him. "Shut it!" You hushed.

You did sit with him on the train, laughing at some stupid joke.

Harry walked by and then froze.

"Are you... Actually--" "Harry join us!" You said.

"What!?" Both of the boys said. "Join us! We're having fun and you two need to get along, join us!" You said.

"But--" you shot them both death glares and some how some way you actually ended up having fun.

Harry could almost find Draco... Enjoyable!?

None of you had any idea on how bad this year would be

Your father's a wizard. Your mother... She isn't.

When the chamber of secrets opened oh boy...

Draco was a nervous wreck, every other class period he'd be walking you to it.

"Draco, really I'm fine-- We CAN SIGN UP FOR QUIDDITCH THIS YEAR!?"

So uhm... Funny story you ended up on the quidditch team.

You stood in for Harry when he couldn't play, which was a lot more common than expected

Honestly? You could give Harry a run for his money.

The only issue? Draco hated competing with you in a setting as brutal as that could be.

Didn't stop him from playing as hard as he did though.

Then that bitch Lavender decided to hex your broom.

"WOAH!" You said flying. Draco noticed you jolt and nearly fall. "SHIT!" you gasped as you nearly fell off it, seeing the golden glint beneath you. That's when you had a plan.

You let go.

You naturally hit the ground hard, you sprained your wrist

But then you held up that snitch and the crowd went WILD

Your wrist was fine within a week so you weren't worried.

Draco acted pissed but truth be told: he was happy you were okay.

Then it happened. You had studied with Hermoine until you two were booted from the library.

You forgot something and turned back, walking as fast as you could because to be honest, the castle kind of scared you at night.

You left a magnifying glass, you used it because of the fact that THE TEXT WAS TOO SMALL (seriously who can read that small?)

That's when you saw this reflection on the glass and you blacked out.

The next morning everyone found out about it, Draco was losing his shit and told Harry to "FIGURE THIS OUT! PLEASE!"

That was the first anyone had heard him say "please" and he was basically thrown into the investigation.

He was there for it all, Gilderoy being a complete MORON, Fawkes, the chamber-- Draco was there.

When you finally came to the first words out of your mouth was "BASILISK!"

Draco booked it to you when he found out you were awake and he hugged you.

"Woah woah woah-- what happened to you, you look like hell?" You asked.

"Found the chamber of secrets-- that's not important, you're awake!" He said.

"Yeah-- wait what?"

So you spent that summer at the Weasley's and my God was it fun

You, Fred and George had a blast together

Then came news that Sirius Black escaped from prison

Draco was panicked when he found out that he was possibly near hogwarts

Letter after letter he was basically begging you "Homeschool. Please. I almost went insane when you were attacked by a basilisk, now there's a convict on the loose"

To which you were like: "I'm not homeschooling, Draco I've got you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, I think I'll be fine!"

He found you in the leaky cauldron and while he was happy to see you he was also worried sick about you being here.

Everyone at Hogwarts was treating you like a child playing in traffic and it began to piss you off.

The only person treating you normally was Cedric after he found you kicking a tree.

"Woah there, that tree didn't hit you did it?" Cedric asked.

"What?" You asked confused.

"I'm genuinely paranoid about the plants on this property because of the whomping willow, did this tree attack you?" Cedric asked making you laugh.

"No no... I'm just angry that's all." You sighed.

"Really? Why?" Cedric asked.

"Well... Everyone's been treating me like a little kid because I was amongst the few who was petrified." You said.

"Ohhh." Cedric nodded.

He listened to you talk and he told you if you ever needed to get away from everything you were welcome to go to Hufflepuff's common room

Fun fact: Draco felt jealous for the first time

He saw you two hanging out by the lake and he just felt so jealous.

"What's with Draco?" Fred asked, noticing him being grouchy.

"he's been like that all day." Ron said.

"Probably because Y/n and Cedric started hanging out." Hermione said.

"What?" Everyone asked.

"I was walking by and heard them talking. She's tired of us basically treating her like she's a walking hazard. She has a point, we've been hard on her." Hermione agreed.

So they all eased up on it but Draco was still upset and wouldn't tell you why.

"Draco can you please just talk to me!?" You asked.

"I don't want to talk, I'm going to my room." He said.

You began to feel really hurt by this and then that damn lesson came along on Boggarts.

It got to you and it turned into Draco just... Leaving?

You stared at it for a while and Remus just handled it before you took off.

Draco thought that the boggart was just him so of course be was genuinely worried.

He went after you and found you having a meltdown.

"Y/n." He said kneeling to you.

"I'm sorry." You whimpered.

"I don't know what I did but I'm sorry Draco."

It was then that he realized what your boggart actually was.

You were afraid of him leaving you.

He never left your side again from that point on.

Draco began to sit at the Gryffindor table more and people of course took notice.

No one dared to comment on it though because uhm.

Draco could be scary when he wanted to be.

Course when he cried like a little bitch because Buckbeak attacked him that wasn't intimidating.

"I swear, you treat me like a child but you're the dumbass that just walked up to a Hippogriff!" You sighed.

"You're the one that managed to fall walking up the stairs. HOW DO YOU FALL WALKING UP THE STAIRS!?"

Madame Pomfrey had to listen to this argument the entire time

Hogsmeade was the best

You, the trio, Draco, Fred and George all having a blast

Snowball fights and butterbeer

Sitting around telling jokes

Then witnessing Harry have a break down because he found out Sirius was a friend of his parents'.

You all comforted him, fuck even Draco felt bad.

When you all got back to school you all agreed to stay in groups in case that bastard really was lurking around.

Then came Lucius going "Well that creature just tried to hurt my son so... Let's kill it"

You were PISSED.

You actually had to be pulled back and you were kicking and screaming.

That's when Hermione said "I have a time turner!" And you were like "Well shit why didn't you say something BEFORE I INSULTED MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD"

Draco went all protective mode and was like "Guys I don't think this is a good idea--"

And then he was dragged into this adventure too.

So You didn't expect Harry to produce a patronus

you didn't expect Remus to be housing a convict

You didn't expect Remus to be a werewolf

And you didn't expect that damn rat to be an actual PERSON

Your head was spinning and by the end of that night you felt like you were insane

"So... Never talk about this again?" You asked.

Everyone exchanged glances

"Agreed." They all said in unison.

Summer was again, really fun.

You spent it with the Weasley's and you helped Fred and George with their business

You were always writing to Draco in your free time

And uhm...

Sometimes Draco would sneak out and go to you guys.

Molly enjoyed having him over and promised not to say anything about him being there

Arthur and Molly both recognized that look whenever he'd look at you though

That was love.

Both of you would whisper things to each other and then laugh

Molly would smile to herself knowing damn well that you two liked each other.

When he left one day you were helping Molly with cleaning.

"So how long have you liked him?" Molly asked making you almost drop a plate.

"Wha- no-- I-- uhm-- That's absolutely crazy-- I--" you saw the "You're really going to lie?" Look on Arthur's face as he put down the paper. "... How'd you know?" You asked.

"It's quite obvious darling." Molly said.

"Well to everyone but the boy." Arthur said.

You both asked them not to say anything and they agreed

You all went to the world quidditch game and had to pretend to hate Draco.

Course he wasn't the biggest fan of Cedric being there with you

Course the group noticed the smiles and flirty glances from you two across the damn stadium.

When it ended you were hanging out with Ginny when Draco ran in.

"You all need to leave." He said out of breath.

"What's going on son?" Arthur asked.

"Death eaters, everywhere. They're scaring the locals-- it isn't good." He said.

"What about you!?" You asked.

"I'll be fine Y/n, go." Draco said.

You hesitated but he put a hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes.

"Go." He said.

You and the Weasleys booked it and got the fuck out of Dodge

You all made it back to the burrow and were exhausted.

Draco snuck out to you guys and you hugged him immediately after seeing him.

That's when it clicked for the rest of the crew that "Ohhh so she likes him likes him."

The school year began with talks of something weird going on

Then the cup was introduced and you just got this gut feeling something was wrong

Fred and George were hellbent on getting their names in that goblet though

Draco stood there next to you watching those two jackasses try to put their names in to the goblet

You were standing next to a statue and his elbow was resting above you as you both laughed as those two not only failed but were launched back and taken off by Madame Pomfrey.

You two laughed and then looked at each other and just... Something changed. Something in you just nearly fell apart looking at that boy and your words were just jumbled.

You two spent most of your free time together though, always laughing or you showing him how to do origami.

Then came finding out who was going to be in the trials

Fluer, Viktor, Cedric and Harry-- wait what

Ron got upset but you could tell this wasn't planned and was bad.

Harry accepted it though.

Hermione had a little buddy following her around though

Viktor.

Nice kid, really. But did he have to be here all the time!?

You finally just decided to start studying with Draco.

Then came one day where Cedric sat with you and Draco had to deal with it.

It became a regular thing.

Then the second trial came and you were the one Cedric had to retrieve

When he came back up you both were out of breath and soaked.

Draco ran over and helped you up.

"So there's a Yule ball coming up." Cedric said making you look up. "Yeah?" You asked, slightly shivering from the weather. Cedric noticed the "Don't you fucking dare" look on Draco's face.

"Would you like to go with Draco?" Cedric asked.

Draco opened his mouth for a threat but when he realized what Cedric actually said he just started blushing.

"Uhm... Sorry did you just ask... Me... To go with... Draco?" You asked.

"Yep." Cedric nodded.

"Did you two plan this out or something?" You asked.

"Yes." Cedric said.

Draco was still reeling. "Uhm... Y-Yeah we did." He lied.

"Then... Yeah sure." You nodded with a laugh.

And so Draco was spending even MORE time with you.

The dance class was so much fun to you

Plus, Draco you being close didn't hurt either.

SO MUCH FUN! RIGHT!?

You both danced with giggles and exchanging smiles.

The Yule ball finally happened and Draco was at a loss of words when you and Hermione both walked down together.

"Y/n... Wow." Was all the poor guy could muster.

You smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear

You two danced for a bit, smiling at each other

Then you two walked through the grounds and Draco gave you his coat.

You looked at him and something just took over

You kissed him.

You two started dating from that point on

Draco would walk you from class to class even if his classes were on the other side of the school

Everyone loved seeing you two so happy.

It was now a common occurrence to see you two in the library together

He'd be doing origami while you studied.

Draco loved seeing that focused look

Course he always made sure you weren't too stressed too

The two of you had no idea how bad the next few years would become

Part 2 coming soon

#draco fuckingmalfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n

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I have so many good ideas and prompts for fanfiction, and I HAVE tried my had at writing, but it never turns out how I’m wanting it to. I would love for an experienced fanfic writer who loves kachako, to maybe feel inspired to write a specific prompt that has been in my head for years.

So the story starts out with an established Katsuki and Ochako relationship.

Ochako hasn’t been feeling her best, with fatigue and weakness, wt loss, easily getting winded which has been putting a dent in her hero training. Ochako has never wanted to be a burden on anyone, so she keeps how she’s been feeling to herself, brushing off any concerns from her friends and teachers, saying she’s just been overworking herself as an excuse.

Things then take a turn for the worst when she passes out after giving blood at the yearly blood drive that pops up at UA every November. Nobody really thinks anything of it, since it is a normal reaction to donating blood. She wakes up in recovery girls office 4 hours later with a passed out Katsuki in the chair next to her bed. He wakes up and is worried but she eases his worries and sends him back to his dorm room after recovery girl comes in to check up on her. Once their alone, she informs her that after running a few tests on some of the blood she had donated, they discovered that her labs showed an increased in the number of leukocytes which point to one think, leukemia.

Recovery girl wants her to run more tests and have a bone marrow biopsy to confirm and come up with a treatment plan but Ochako is in denial. She can’t possibly accept the fact that all her hard work the last two years at UA could all be for nothing, so she goes harder than ever and does her best to hide it from everyone, including Katsuki.

After getting pared up with Kirishema for a class hero project, Ochako starts having worse symptoms, like bleeding gums and nose bleeds. Recovery girl says that this is a sign of worsening leukemia so she gives her an ultimatum, she either go’s to get her biopsy done or she was going to tell Her teachers, HIPAA be damned.

Reluctantly she agrees, but on the days following, Kirishema notices that she’s been slacking and feels frustrated to be the only one doing the work. On the day of her biopsy, she dips out of training early. Kirishema, having had enough, confronts her saying it wasn’t fair to him if she wasn’t going to take their assignment seriously. Ochako ends up having a compleat meltdown saying, “ you wanna know what’s not fair, I have cancer!” Kirishema in shock tries to respond but she cuts him off “ I’m going to my first bone biopsy today, that’s why I had to leave early, I’m going through this alone, but I’m sorry if all of this is an inconvenience to you!” Tears rolling down her face she turns on her heals and walks away, leaving Kirishema standing there speechless.

After a few moment he takes off to recovery girl desperately looking for answers, now extremely worried about his friend. He grills her for answers. Recovery girl, not able to give him much information, tells him what she can. That Ochako isn’t wanting to tell anyone or be compliant, and where her biopsy is taking place.

Ochako is on the table and they are about to start but before they even take out the needle a nurse walks in and whispers something to the dr. He nods his head and the nurse leaves. She doesn’t thank anything about it, until the door opens and Kirishema walks in. She is confused. “I couldn’t let you go through this alone.” He says shrugging his shoulders with a wary look on his face and tears in his eyes.

He sits by her side holding her hand and brushing his fingers through her hair as she gasps and cries in pain. Tears both running down their faces.

* I don’t have much in between this part and the next. Mostly just Katsuki worrying to death, seeing the bruising on Ochako body and the amount of weight she has lost, not to mention her lethargic behavior, and Kirishema wanting to tell him what’s been going on but not being able to because it wasn’t his place. Ochako swearing him to secrecy, wanting to be the one to tell him but not feeling ready, so she keep putting it off.*

Kirishema has enough when Ochako passes out during breakfast, right in the middle of eating. Katsuki beside himself with anxiety and worry, urging her to take it easy. Ochako looks at Kirishema, noticing the terrified look on his face and excuses herself to go to her dorm room, but not without giving her boyfriend a calming kiss saying she was going to take a nap. Katsuki watch’s her disappear through the elevator doors, with a hopeless look on his face. Kirishema has made up his mind and sneaks off after breakfast to confront Ochako.

They end up getting into an argument and Kirishema says that she has to the end of the week to tell Katsuki or he was going to and storms out of her room, leaving Ochako sitting on her bed staring off into space completely spent with the day already.

Katsuki comes up after cleaning up the dining area to find Ochako passed out rather uncomfortable looking on her bed. He adjusts her to where her head is on her pillow and draws the covers up over her shoulders. She is shivering so he looks for another blanket in her dresser drawers only to find a large plastic bag full of an assortment of colorful pills. (Ochako put them in a plastic bag so she could hide them better.)

Completely shook, thinking that Ochako has a drug problem, he takes the pills and leaves, and in typical Katsuki fashion with no warning or tact, confronts Ochako in the common room after dinner in front of all his classmates. Completely consumed with worry, frustration, anger, concern and sadness, he doesn’t even think that he probably shouldn’t have approached it the way he did, but he was too desperate to care.

He throws the bag of pills out on the coffee table in front of Ochako. “Care to explain why I found a bag of pills in your dresser?” He asks with so much tension he is shaking a little bit. “I should have noticed sooner, it makes so much since now.” He says to no one in particular.

“Katsuki it’s not what you think, let me explain, I….”

“Don’t even fucking lie Ochako, you’ve been lying to me for weeks, I’m sick of it damnit!” He is shaking uncontrollably now. “I’m telling Aizawa, and we’re getting you into the first rehabilitation facility we can find that has an opening!” He’s so unhinged that he doesn’t even notice the stunned looks of concern on his classmates faces.

“Ochako, is it true?” Mina asked with both hands cradled to her chest. “ If it is, we all love you and want to help you.”

At this point Ochako is slumped over with her face in her hands, trying to make herself as small as possible.

She had been sitting between Deku and Iida, who are now rubbing her back with worried looks on their faces. “Ochako we will get you help, everything will be okay.” Deku says with tears in his eyes and voice thick with emotion.

Ochako springs off the couch so fast it startles everyone. She’s pacing around the room, and the color looks to be drained out of her face. She’s breathing heavy with tears in her eyes, borderline panic attack mode. Katsuki’s face softens and he approaches her, arms lifting like he was going to try to calm her down.

Kirishema then decides to speak up “ Chako, I think now is the right time to tell him.”

Katsukis head snaps up and his eye meet the ones of his best friend. “What the hell are you talking about, you knew what was going on this whole fucking time, and kept it from me?!”

“It wasn’t my place to say anything bro.” Kirishema responded with regret.

Small explosions leave katsukis palms as he leaps over the couch grabbing onto Kirishema’s shirt getting a few punches in before Deku and Sero pull them apart. Katsukis is still thrashing trying to get out of Dekus grip.

“I have leukemia!” Ochako screams loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. She then falls to the ground curling into herself sobbing.

Everyone and everything just stops and everyone freezes, Kirishema is laying on the floor rubbing his face while katsukis just stands there, with a blank look on his face directed at Ochako.

“Leuko-what now??” Kaminari asks from his place beside Kirishema.

“But that’s” Deku starts “ That’s cancer right?”

A strangled gasp is heard from Tsyu, who is trying not to cry.

“How can this be? Your so young, you have your whole life ahead of you.” Iida says like he hasn’t processed the information yet.

This comment causes katsuki to spring to life, “ w-why the fuck are you still here then, we need to get you to a hospital! Som-someone go get recovery girl! Why are you all looking at me like I’m crazy! She needs to go to a fucking hospital!” He’s not pausing for breath and in a half second, he is crouching down next to Ochako, ready to pick her up and bolt to the closets hospital himself. “ W-whatever, I’m going to get Aizawa myself!”

“You can’t!” Ochako desperately clings to katsukis arm, both trying to ground herself and to stop him from leaving. “You cant tell anyone! N-none of you all can tell anyone.” She looks like a cornered animal.

Katsuki looks at her like she has grown a second head. “what the hell are you talking about?! Do you even get how serious this is?! You could fucking die Ochako!” He’s panicking now “ That is not a risk I am willing to take!”

Anger boiling up inside her she yanks her hands away and stands up, causing katsuki to fall over.

“This isn’t your decision ‘Bakugou!’” She seethes. “I have worked so hard and I have come so far! I can’t give all that up! I won’t!” She is standing so still, fist clenched and shaking slightly.

“Chako, you have to-“ Kirishema is silenced by Ochakos loud “No!”

“I don’t Have to do anything! This is my decision!” Ochako starts backing away, eyes darting around the room, obviously looking for an escape. “It’s my decision…” she whispers once more before she bolts to the door leading to the outside, having jumped over the couch in the process. By the time anyone had realized what had happened, she had already disappeared through the doors vanishing into the night.

The class explodes into a frenzy.

“What is going on down here.” Came the calm voice of their teacher from the elevator doors.

“Mr Aizawa…” Kirishema takes it upon himself to explain everything that had happened, all the while katsuki curls more and more into himself. He is still on the floor, head between his legs and hands in his hair.

Deku is close by, trying to talk to him but it is lost on def ears, he can barely make out the panic in his voice.

Trying to get control over his breathing he starts in though is nose and out through his mouth. He is filled with so many emotions he doesn’t know which one to focus on. Angry tears well up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.

He is aware of Kirishema’s face replacing Deku’s, and the ringing in his ears has stopped enough to hear him say that Aizawa, Mina, and , Tsyu have went after her.

He doesn’t remember when or how he winds up on the couch, and he doesn’t even care. He feels hands push him down so he is laying down with his feet propped up, and a cold washcloth is placed on his head.

By the time he starts to breath normally, he’s not sure how much time has passed. When he opens his eyes, he sees that some people were still lingering. Kirishema was sitting in a chair next to him with his head in his hands. Deku, Iida, and Todoroki were hovering by the door, looking for any sign of their return. Sero and kaminari sat on the love seat across from katsuki with sad, forlorn expressions on their faces.

When he slowly sits up, Kirishema lifts his head. Looking him dead in the eyes, katsuki asked, “Did all of that really happened? Is this really happening?” Katsuki hates how his voice cracks.

“ I’m afraid so.” Kirishema says gaze lowering to the floor. “ listen man, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t my place.”

“ I understand why you didn’t. It’s okay.” Kirishema looked like he wanted to say something to that but suddenly the door opened.

Katsuki shoots up from his seat on the couch and faces the door.

Tucked underneath Mr. Aizawa’s arm was a rather small looking Ochako. Face puffy from crying, and bags under her eyes from exhaustion, she looked like the walking dead. Beside her with her arm locked with hers was Mina, face also a little read and puffy, Tysu bringing in the rear holding Ochakos shoes, despair written all over her face.

Ochako refused to look at anyone, even the remaining members of the so called “Deku squad.”

Katsuki makes a move to meet them at the door but one look from Mina makes him stop in his tracks. She shakes her head and mouths ‘not now,’ so not knowing what else to do he just stands there and dumbly watches them make their way to the elevator.

Katsuki tries to sleep that night, but can’t, his mind too full with visions of Ochako dying. Giving up he goes to his desk and opens up his laptop. He spends the next 3 hours researching leukemia, the survival rate, symptoms, causes, treatments, reactions to the medication, by the time the third hours came to a close it’s 2 am and katsuki has had enough. Without second guessing himself, he makes his way out the door, down the hall to Ochakos room and knocks.

It takes a few minutes before the door opens revealing a wide awake but an extremely exhausting looking girl he calls his girlfriend.

Her face contorts in pain and her eyes well up with tears when she sees him. “I’m so sorry katsuki” she sobs.

Without saying anything katsuki grabs her face with both of his hands and kisses her with the power of every emotion he had felt and is still feeling. Pushing her back into her room, he kicks the door shut. She’s on him in seconds, tears still leaking from her eyes as he kisses them away.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much cheeks.” It’s comes out as a choked whisper, like a plea for her to live. He’s got a lump in his throat but he pushes it down. She doesn’t need him breaking down too.

Ochako steps back for only a second to remove her shirt, then she leaps and wraps her legs around katsukis waist, opening up a whole other can of worms.

Not having any control at this point, he pushes her against the door, devouring her mouth like it was his only lifeline. “ I love you too! So much, I’m so sorry.” He silences her words with a Searing kiss. He moves them over to the bed and gently places her down. then settles himself on top of her. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you am I?” He’s so afraid now.

“You could never hurt me.” She says with such certainty.

That night they gave themselves to each other in every way they could think of.

Him needing to feel her, to know that she was still alive and whole in his arms.

Her needing to feel alive and needing reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this, needing to feel close to the one she loves.

*So that is all I have so far. I do have some thoughts about her treatment and how katsuki struggles with watching her suffer. I would like the story to include weather or not Ochako makes it. But I’ll leave that up to whoever wants to take this story on. Also feel free to write smut if you want. I’m just not good at that, so I didn’t include it.

Please let me know what you all think and if you can make this fic come to life.

Disclaimer: Art is not mine! I got it off of google search. All credit goes to the artists.

#bakugou katsuki #izuku mydoria #kachako #katsuki x ochako #ochako uraraka #my hero academia #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #kirimina #my hero fanfic #sad fanfiction #leukemia #my hero academy fanfiction #kachaan #deku x ochako #friendship #kirichako #brotp inspo

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artxyra · 5 years

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Ashes

Note: So yeah the ending suck, I couldn’t find the right way to end it, but for the most part this seems decent. I might rewrite some of this in the future and finally, update some of my other works. Also a creative slumber sucks when all you wanna do is write but nothing seems to work.

Insp. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us0y6scOtyw

Everything was loud. Every voice rumbles at each word they spoke. She could feel the hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her vision blurs into nothing. The sound of her own heartbeat was loud, beating frantically. Her breathing became non-existent.

“How could you, Marinette.”

She didn’t do it.

“Marinette, I’m so disappointed in you. You’re supposed to set an example.”

For what, how can someone be an example when no one follows them. This isn’t her job as the class president but your job as the teacher.

“You’re our everyday Ladybug.”

She doesn’t want to be. It’s bad enough she’s Ladybug in real life, away from all this.

The yells continue to get louder, her body begins to rapidly shake. No one is there to comfort her.

“You’re nothing but a bully!” They shriek, “How can you…”

Their voices merge into the same sound. Blame, disappointment, anger. Gripping her hair, her pigtails become loose, allowing her hair to cascade down her shoulders.

She could see nothing, only white. The noises become muffled. She involuntary pushes away any movements towards her.

“Cā liàng, I’m Hawkmoth. These people are beneath you.”

His voice, smoothing, pulling her towards her darkest desires.

“I’m giving you the power to burn those that have wrong you. All I ask is that of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

“As you wish, Hawkmoth.” The whisper off of her lip cause mass panic. She could feel the change of her outfit. From her regular outfit to a black bodysuit with pink and purple flames outlining the pantlegs. Her hair becomes actual flames, flickering with every movement she makes.

I could hear the signs calling out from the bottom of the fire.

Opening her eyes for the first time since her meltdown, she welcomes the view of her classmates cowering in the corner. She blows a raspberry and walks over to them.

“Marinette!”

“I’m not Marinette, I’m Cā liàng, and you will all bow before me.”

Lila is the first to be surrounded by fire. The flames didn’t burn the poor Italian migrant, but they did scare her into fainting. Alya and Mme. Bustier cries to comfort her, to make sure she’s okay.

“You always listen to her. You listen to her and threw me out like yesterday’s trash.” Cā liàng screams, tears streaming down her face. The flames surrounding the room grows in size.

Soon the fire alarm goes off allowing the students to run for freedom.

The flames died down, but only to grow with Cā liàng loud screech.

She stands alone in the classroom, she could hear the outcries of other students ranging from confusion to terror. With a flick of her wrist, the windows shatter sending a heatwave.

I am like a torch flickering in the wind as the saying goes

Cā liàng flies out of the classroom only to oversee the crowd of students gather in front of the building. Akuma alerts screech to life.

“Now, now, people, all I want this the miraculous and the students of Caline Bustier. You have wrong me for way too long. I want my freedom.” Cā liàng states to the gather of citizens.

“Marinette!”

Cā liàng turns around to see Chat Noir, standing battle-ready. His baton facing her as he readies to attack her. Cā liàng dodge, calling for her flames to do her bidding.

“That’s cute, kitty. But you’re going to need more than a baton to defeat me.” Cā liàng turns to send a kick to Chat Noir’s stomach. He lands into her building.

“Someone save my baby!”

You didn’t take her side when she needed you the most.

“Sugarplum, please don’t let Hawkmoth win.”

She not stupid. Hawkmoth is the least of her problems, he’s just an out.

Cā liàng sends her flames towards the streets. Not burning her subjects but to freeze them in place.

Far away, Tikki is flying in search of a temporary Ladybug.

“Master Fu, we have a major problem. It’s Marinette.” Tikki on the verge of a breakdown falls to the ground. Wayzz flies to comfort his comrade.

Fu thinks about this, he only knows as much as Marinette when it comes to her allies. Who could take on the mantle of being Ladybug?

“Wayzz, Tikki, the Tsurugi girl.”

Tikki turns to Wayzz and nods.

“I can find her.”

“Good now hurry before Marinette does something she’ll regret.”

Tikki, finding a new source of strength, nods, and flies through the walls of the small building.

“Master, do you think she’ll be ready.”

“We have prep for this, Wayzz, it was only a matter of time.”

The two fall into silence.

Lost all my precious

Cā liàng, still engaging in a heated battle with Chat Noir, toys with him. Stopping his own mid-kick, she pulls him closer and whispers:

“She’ll never love you.”

Her flames surround him tighten with her fist. Soon, Chat Noir was knocked out causing an outroar among the crowd.

“Marinette, how could you?” Simultaneously, her class cries out seeing her.

How could you? Is that all they say when she does something. It’s like a broken record being on repeat.

“Cā liàng, get me the miraculous.” His voice echoes with anger. She grips her head only for the flames to cover buildings.

Rage ate me up

Tears swell in her eyes.

“Marinette,” She turns to see Chat Noir, coughing up blood. He holds onto his side using his baton as leverage. “Marinette this isn’t like you…” He holds out his arm for her to take.

Memories of the past months’ skyrockets towards her.

Almost getting expelled.

Being left out of gatherings.

Constantly being asked to do things she never wanted to do.

Her good nature being taken advantage of.

The flames grow more in size as she lets out a cry like no other.

“NO!” She screams as a familiar yo-yo string wraps around her.

“Cā liàng, your evil doings is no more.” Everyone turns to the figure that looks very similar to Ladybug.

Cā liàng shakes off the string and sends columns of fire towards the Ladybug themed hero.

“I won’t go back to being naive, kind-hearted Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I want them to burn.”

“You don’t want that. Remember those that haven’t wronged you. Those that care for you.” The Ladybug replacement says coming closer to the akumatized victim.

“You don’t understand!” Cā liàng cries out surrounding herself with her own flames.

When the flames disperse, Cā liàng was no longer there.

The temporary Ladybug gasps, searching for her opponent only to turns to help Chat Noir.

“Do you need to de-transform?” She asks after thoroughly examining the wounded hero. He shakes his head.

“We need to save her.” He winces as he moves.

She pushes back, “We can’t if your wounded, Marinette is the most strong-willed person I know and I doubt that this will be the end.”

Endless forlornness has made me numb

Standing on top of the Eiffel Tower, Cā liàng skips around. Pain crosses her face as she grips her head. His voice rings in the back of her head. Wrapping her arms around her torso, her nails dig into her arms.

Tears threaten to leave her eyes.

Has the not feeling pain really become something of second nature to her? All the time she withholds herself from feeling negative emotions.

“Cā liàng.” He wants her to do something she’s not capable of. Not because of her good nature but because she knows the truth. Her body captivated by the boost of power he had endorsed her with wants nothing more than to obey.

“No!”

I'd rather rise from here

Her flames surround her once more creating a sphere of pink and purple.

A massive heatwave hits Paris, France.

People sweating off their clothes runs to hide in either shame or embarrassment.

From the Eiffel Tower, the sphere only grows in size. In the center is Cā liàng letting of her anguish cries.

The temp. Ladybug swings with her yo-yo to the scene, keeping her emotions in check hidden from the world. She tries to break through into the spear. No luck.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” The temp ladybug calls out. Only for a guitar pick to fall down to her hands.

“Luka?” She questions looking between the growing sphere and the pick. “Of course.”

Swinging the yo-yo back down, the temp. Ladybug runs off in the direction of a familiar houseboat.

Or should I hold on to my past?

Luka, with a somber look, stares out of his window. Something wasn’t right, he knew that everyone in Paris knew that, but the odd feeling isn’t leaving him.

“Luka!” A familiar voice screams out.

“Ladybug?”

“Yes, no, yes, look Marinette needs you. I believe you’re the only one that can get through to her.” She states staring the blue-haired dyed older teen in the eyes.

Luka didn’t need any more convincing. With a nod of his head, the two rushes off the boat.

In the sphere, Cā liàng is reliving her worst fear. The fire exits through her body, creating a ring as images of her past appear within the rings. Tears stream down her cheeks as she watches.

From Adrien telling her to ignore Lila and don’t expose her to her parents giving her disappointed stares. Everything feels real.

“Marinette!” Familiar voices call out to her.

Unbeknownst to Cā liàng, columns of fire spread across the streets of Paris.

They've burnt to ashes

Faded to grey

The images turn into ashes.

Cā liàng opens her eyes and takes a deep breath. Turning around, she is faced to faced with Ladybug and Luka, Chat Noir nowhere in sight. She smirks at the two and lowers herself away from the duo.

“You’re too late,” Her voice echoes deeper than what they had expected. She turns to face the downfall of Paris and sees that ashes of buildings, bodies frozen in soot, the glowing of the sunset soon illuminated over the city of love.

Temp. Ladybug swings her yo-yo...

Cā liàng doesn’t dodge it, allowing the yoyo to wrap around her. The sphere behind her moves hovering over the Eiffel Tower.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug calls out.

“Cataclysm!”

The world goes dark.

Returned to the earth

Cā liàng feet touch the ground, as the explosion turns to flickering sparkles of dust. She looks up to the sky, Ladybug and Luka are staring down at the copy of Cā liàng. Her mission is clear, as she walks the familiar path towards the school grounds.

There in the middle of it is a frozen version of Lila Rossi. The liar lies on the ground with a sooted covered Alya and Caline Bustier beside her. Cā liàng walks closer and gently caress the teen’s face. Her eyes dead of emotion, but face strained with tears, she holds up her hand. A swirl of fire surrounds the liar, only to clear revealing the liar un-sooted.

“I forgive you.” Cā liàng whispers, “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t kill you.”

Lila, stares at the akumatized Marinette, “How can you? I destroyed you and this just tops the cake.”

Cā liàng smirks and bits her lip. “And if I were to end you now, who would they blame?” A fire goes ablaze in her eyes all while forming fire beneath the one that has caused her so much pain.

With one mighty shriek, Lila cries out, “Ladybug!”

Yes it's meant to be

The battle was fierce, but tiresome for everyone. With Lila nearly dying by the hands of Cā liàng, nearly traumatizing Marinette in the process. Ladybug had to work quickly as she knew this will only mentally damage Marinette if she were to go through this.

“Marinette!” A spark of hope raises when the akumatized item sparks. Luka was the only one close to the two when spark appeared.

Without hesitation, Luka pulls Cā liàng causing her to lose focus, nearly burning him the process. Ladybug is quick to destroy the object.

Uncertain flame of hope I found

Will you lead me back on the right track?

Once the mist of the akuma faded away, Marinette falls into Luka’s arms. He holds her tightly humming a soft tune. The burnt marks fade away as the Miraculous magic revives those that froze and the buildings that turned to ash.

Reporters try to get the temporary Ladybug to speak about the hardship of taking down this akuma, only for her to glare and disappear into the sky and behind buildings.

“Luka,” Marinette soft voice pulls Luka out his tune and focus on the poor teen in his arms.

“I got you, Nettie.”

Marinette shakily nods and closes her eyes.

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canaryatlaw · 3 years

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okay, so today was decent. I got up at 7:55 for church, but the public transit schedule was not working with my timetable at all, so I ended up being about 20 minutes late (it was my first time going to church from this address since we moved so I didn't have a frame of reference for how things would go). I'm planning on adjusting my wake up time to 7:45 for church and I think that will give me enough time to not have to wait a long time for the bus/train. but anyway, I made it, and fortunately it was an entirely worship service, which I didn't know, but I was quite happy about because I was sad I would miss worship by being late. so that was nice (even if I cried a bit when the worship leader started talking about the parable of the prodigal son and how much the father loved him....just hit a bit close to home). after the service I went to the volunteer lounge for a bit and had half a donut while talking to my friend (friend feels like an odd word because she's older, like has kids my age older, but she is my friend really so I don't really have a better word for it) so it was nice to catch up with her for a bit, then headed to the kids section to help with the babies for the second service. It started out with two volunteers and three babies, which is fine (I've dealt with much worse ratios in past churches but my current church is very good about keeping the dcfs ratio, which is 2:1 for infants) but then the other volunteer was holding a little girl who wouldn't let her put her down, and I was holding the other little girl when the little boy made a break for it and started trying to climb over the gate and get out of the room. So I walked over and tried to put the little girl down, but she didn't want me to and started hugging my legs while I was trying to pull the little boy off the gate...so it was a bit much haha but thankfully a few minutes later a third volunteer joined us so that was helpful. the little boy ended up having about a two minute meltdown shortly afterwards and then promptly fell asleep in my arms and stayed asleep for the rest of the service (I did try to put him down at one point, but he woke up and started crying, so I ditched that idea and just sat down and held him). Towards the end of the service, every few minutes he'd pick his head up and see if his parents were there and then put it back down and just go back to sleep...it was very cute. but yeah, the service ended and the babies got picked up, we cleaned up and I headed out. The train was fine, but when I got off the next bus wasn't coming for another 27 minutes (they tend to run slow on Sundays, but that's ridiculous) and I said fuck that because I could be home in that time, so I just ubered the rest of the way home since it's not too far now. Once I got home, my roommate came out of her room soon afterwards and we headed out to make a Target trip, with quick stops at Michael's and Joann's for halloween decorations (a large plastic frog, specifically) for my roommate's preschool classroom, but sadly our search was unsuccessful. Target trip was pretty quick, just grabbing a few things, then we went to panera to grab food. I really wanted the salad they have in the summer with all the fruit in it since it's like, the only salad I actually like/can eat (most salad dressings bother my acid reflux and eating salad plain is gross) but they seemed to have gotten it off their menu already sadly. but we got food, and I ended up feeling pretty nauseated afterwards, which was weird because roommate was also feeling nauseated beforehand and the food didn't help. so we went home both not feeling great, and she did mention that a little boy in her class went home early on Friday after throwing up....oh great. she decided to rest for a while, so I just chilled for a bit and then watched the legends finale (meh) (I don't feel like going further into my feelings than that) still feeling pretty nauseated, which was longer than it normally lasts for me when my acid reflux makes me feel nauseous, but I thankfully avoided throwing up. my roommate wasn't so

lucky though, so it looks like she has a full fledged stomach bug. I'm hoping I manage to not throw up at least. but after sleeping for a bit, she came out (since we were both infected already) and we watched music videos and such for a bit before she went to bed, and I showered and started getting ready for bed shortly afterwards, and now I'm here. It's almost 2 am, and thankfully I don't have to go to work tomorrow because of labor day, but I am feeling quite tired, so I'm gonna go to sleep now. Goodnight friends. Hope you have a nice labor day.

#daily journal #august 2021

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chenle-dressed-in-black · 4 years

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baldrs, neos, and kangs~ pt. 4

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warnings: language, mentions of violence

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The weight of Sooyoung’s last conversation with Sicheng is unforgiving as it presses its way into her thoughts. She’s lying in her pitch-black basement bedroom but cannot fall asleep. Nothing sounds are coming from upstairs anymore. Though she doesn’t have to hear any screams tonight, there’s something even more unsettling about the dead silence. As if there is no one left to scream.

Earlier, with him, it felt so strange. He didn’t seem angry about the Gwen situation anymore, but there was still something off and it was clear to both of them. Between the way he jumped from foot to foot and the way she couldn’t look him straight in the eyes, that’s a safe bet to make. In that conversation, they acted like two people who wanted to tell each other something, but couldn’t. Two self-proclaimed unrequited lovers desperate to confess in the safety of the night, or two strangers longing to get away from each other. Frankly, it was just odd.

By now Sicheng is in New York, which means that he will be radio silent until his return, unless there’s a terrible emergency. But there has never been an emergency awful enough to rouse him for a phone call. None of that is his fault; he can’t help who his family is anymore than Sooyoung can help that her family is made of psychotic surgeons who operate on underground criminals.

Gwen stopped by earlier for two reasons, but mainly just one. She wanted to check-in on Sooyoung, which probably wasn’t a total lie, in her defense. Yuta’s proximity did not go unnoticed by Gwen, who confessed to Sooyoung that she was back with him again. That was what really brought her cousin here: she needed someone to talk to about him who wouldn’t scold her, like her parents. Sooyoung has nothing against the purple-haired boy, but she does believe his relationship with Gwen is, to be honest, a fucking mess.

~~~

“Of course I understand how serious this is,” Yuta assures a stone-faced Jaehyun from across the table. The Cherry Lounge’s door wings open, revealing one of Neo’s own.

Jaehyun’s expression solidifies ten-fold. “How lovely you’ve decided to join us, Lee.”

Mark takes a seat. “Don’t call me that.”

“He’s got a point,” Chenle chimes in, waving his thin fingers around. “There are too many Lees around. It’s very impractical.”

“Whatever,” Jaehyun huffs, lacing his hands together and setting them on the black metal table before him. “You’re late, Mark.”

He shrugs half-heartedly in reply, nodding toward Sicheng’s cold, empty chair. “At least I came.”

Jaehyun lets out an impatient sound. “A lot of people didn’t come tonight. Do you know why? Let’s see, Renjun hasn’t shown up in two weeks because he’s chained in the Baldr’s basement losing his fingernails; Jungwoo’s right next to him. Suh has been M.I.A. for months because he moved across the world to escape some girl. The same girl who’s usually responsible for Sicheng’s absence. For once, he’s out doing something for us right now.”

The room falls into an uncomfortable silence until Chenle perks up. “You forgot about Ten—he’s got the flu.”

“I understand that there’s a lot of shit happening right now,” says Mark. “And I’m sorry. I won’t be late again.”

“Good.” Jaehyun implicates Haechan with the wave of his hand. “He found an address. Made a plan.”

“Are we going tonight?” Yuta inquires thoughtfully.

Haechan stands up, moving to the front of the room. “The compound is a beautiful, intricately-tiled fortress. Nearly impossible to infiltrate.”

“But you found a way.” Mark’s words aren’t a question, because of course Haechan has. That is what he does . . . somehow he always finds a way.

“Our best way in is through the apartment in the basement,” Haechan explains, clicking through a powerpoint to pull up a diagram of the house on the projector. “It’s the weakest part of the house, with its own entrance. A girl rents it, which is where things get interesting.”

“I don’t like interesting,” says Jaehyun. “It’s always a complication.”

Haechan rolls his eyes. He passes a set of file folders around the table for everyone. “Have faith in me, mon chéri. I know what I’m doing. She’s nineteen years old, born August thirty-first, and her name is Sooyoung Kang.”

Yuta scans through the pictures of the girl with long black hair like a sheet dipped in ink. “Holy shit.”

“She’s a Kang?” Jaehyun thumbs through his folder. “Living in the Baldr mansion? I knew those fucking Kangs were conning us.”

“Wait a minute,” advises Haechan. “I dug as deep as I could, and I don’t think she’s involved with them. Or her family.”

“She’s not,” Yuta confirms, laying down the endless supply of pictures. “At least not with her family. I know her cousin quite well—”

Jaehyun does not skip a beat. “So you’re fucking her.”

Yuta clears his throat, but his face reddens. “Look, I know she never talks to her family. Except for her cousin, but that hardly counts. Gwendolyn isn’t like the rest of them.”

“If she doesn’t associate with the Kangs or Baldrs, why does she live with them?”

“I was getting to my theory on that,” says Haechan. “Her connection isn’t to the Baldrs, but to Sicheng. She’s his Sooyoung. You know, the one he’s always running across town for and risking our lives for. I think he’s the reason she lives there safely and untouched.”

“This Sooyoung Kang is the girl Suh dated, then?”

Haechan nods at Jaehyun. “That’s right, but the next part—”

“How does any of this help us get in?” interrupts Jaehyun, who’s frowning. “Doesn’t this make it harder, because’s she not just a no one?”

“Let me finish.” Haechan takes a deep breath, gathers himself, and carries on. “Sooyoung is the only person who can come and go without raising any alarms. She’ll know every gate password and have key to each door. We’re not breaking in at all.”

“We need to be careful with the Kangs,” says Jaehyun. “Are you suggesting we convince her to break-in to the slaughter house upstairs and risk her life to liberate two people she’s never met without detection?”

“Sort of.” Haechan’s eyes are hopeful since his plan hasn’t been entirely shot down yet. Usually he never makes it this far at the drawing board.

“Jaehyun was trying to say that your plan sucks,” says Mark. “But I think it would be fun to charm her into doing it.”

“It’s not about fun.” Jaehyun stares at the mansion’s diagram. “We need to get our guys out of there immediately. Is this really the best plan you could come up with?”

“Next I was gonna say that we could always put a gun to her head, force her to let us into the house under the guise of being her guests, and do it ourselves, detection be damned.”

Yuta claps. “Now that’s a fucking plan.”

As everyone collectively agrees to Haechan’s second plan, Mark crosses his arms. “I never get to seduce people anymore. It’s my favorite part of the job.”

“You suck at it,” says Yuta. “That’s why we don’t let you.”

“I do not!” cries Mark. “You know, I was in that girl’s house today, and her sister called me a boy-toy.”

Everyone in the room fixes their gazes on Mark, who shrugs in bewilderment. Collectively, his colleagues give him looks that say: what the fuck, Lee? Why didn’t you say anything before, you dumbass?

“Explain,” says Jaehyun. “You need to explain the implications of what you just said. You were in her apartment?”

“No! I was at her parents’ house.”

Jaehyun scoffs. “So you went straight into the heart of the Kang lair and didn’t think to mention it?”

“I wasn’t sure until Hyuck pulled out the picture of her,” Mark explains. “Earlier today, I saw her having some kind of meltdown in the street and I tried to help her. Her sister showed up and then she passed out, so I helped her get to the house. I didn’t know who they were, but I did think their house was oddly . . . large. Her sister thought I was the girl’s fuck buddy, or something.”

“Mark Lee.” Haechan is beaming. “You might have just found our way in.”

~~~

The next morning is a lovely Thursday morning and Sooyoung’s first class starts at one. She’s blow-drying her soaked black hair after a warm shower. An invitation to get coffee with Jeffrey via text was the first thing she saw after waking up. Sooyoung hasn’t left her apartment yet and today is already a better day than yesterday. In twenty minutes flat, she’s taking an Uber to his favorite coffee shop in Coronado: Clayton’s Coffee Shop. It’s more of an all-purpose diner than anything else, but they do have excellent coffee and pancakes.

“Good morning to my favorite Kang girl,” says Jeffrey in a perky morning-person voice as Sooyoung plops down in a red booth across from him. His kinky black curls don’t move when he moves to pat her head. “I ordered you blueberry pancakes.”

“Thanks.” She puts her clutch down on the white table. “And I appreciate you helping me get out of there without having to see my mom and dad, yesterday.”

He nods proudly. “Of course, sweetheart. I don’t blame you for wanting to avoid those trolls. Plus, I owe you—you’re the reason I’m employed. Your parents only kept me around before so I could give them reports about your mischief and now they’re keeping me around because I’m the only person the family knows besides Gwen that you haven’t disowned.”

“Gwen’s parents are okay,” Sooyoung admits. “I’d like them more if they didn’t poison people, you know, but nobody’s perfect.”

“Your parents are so scared their ties with you will be completely cut,” he explains, using his hands for emphasis. Jeffrey always does that. “So, they want to keep me so they feel closer to you. Are you even listening?”

Sooyoung shakes her head violently, forcing herself back into reality. A nosy waiter with a foreign accent and a baby face slides their food on the table. She frowns at the smiling pancake. “I was thinking about Sicheng. Hoping he’s okay and not mad at me. I hate it when he’s mad at me.”

“Almost as much as I hate when you ignore me.” He pops a bite of peach oatmeal into his mouth.

“You talk to me like you’re so much older and wiser,” says Sooyoung, a hint of a smile playing on the edge of her lips. “But you’ve just got three months on me, big guy. One day you’ll realize—”

Jeffrey drops his head suddenly. He’s staring intently at something behind you. “Don’t. Turn. Around.”

“Why?” Of course the first instinct she has is to, in fact, turn around. Sooyoung traps some of her hair behind her ear so she can see better. Jeffrey grabs her arm to try to regain her attention, but it’s too late.

Standing by the entrance is none other than the last person she ever thought she would see again in her life. Her lips press tightly into one another as she finds herself unable to tear her eyes away from him. Standing there casually, waiting for the hostess to pick a table for him, is Sooyoung’s ex-boyfriend, ex-everything Johnny Suh.

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taehyungiestummy · 4 years

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Stuck -- Chapter Eleven

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“This is perfect,” I smile, clasping my hands together.

The laptop on the table in front of me shows Emily, Eve, Abigail, and Laurel on the video conference I have set up.

“Ja, it is so nice to meet all of you,” Eve smiles. “Amber always gushes about her other friends, so it’s nice to get us all together.” Her accent is a bit of a shock, a twinge of European with her California base.

“Everyone is so pretty,” Abigail smiles, showing braces with pink bands.

“I agree,” I grin, nodding a few times. “Such pretty girls Skyping one another.

Eve chuckles, her blue eyes lighting up in happiness. Her hair seems quite long, reaching her hips when let down. It’s pulled into pigtails at the moment, naturally dark brown with blonde streaks dyed into the pieces near her face. Her face is a bit puffy, cheekbones high with a button nose. It seems to me that her skin is naturally tanner than my own. She’s the oldest out of us all, along with Laurel at twenty-three.

“Do you speak German?” Emily asks. “Amber and I took that as our foreign language in high school.”

“Oui,” Laurel grins. “And French. Korean, not so much. Good thing you haven’t forgotten English.” She has slight difference that make her look different than her twin sister Eve. Her eyes are light green, a nose slightly pointing upwards, normal cheekbones, a thinner face. There’s also a lot the same to show that the twins are indeed related. The tan skin, face structure, eye shapes, hair color, and height. Her hair is shorter than her sister’s, stopping at her ribs, and ombre to be even more different yet similar to Eve.

“French is such a beautiful language,” Abigail runs a hand through her spiral curls. Her dirty blonde hair is cut to be above her shoulders. She has light brown eyes behind glasses, but I know she has contacts. Her face still has baby fat, as she’s younger than me, and her nose is a bit flat like Namjoon’s. Her skin is a lovely caramel thanks to her mother’s background. I’m pretty sure she’s taller than me by a few inches.

“So, Amber, you think that it’s a good idea to Skype friends while BTS perform?” Eve teases.

“I can watch the concert on YouTube later,” I shrug. “Plus, they tell me all about it after they come off stage. I want to learn about the three of you.”

“I’ll start,” Abigail raises her hand for a few seconds. “If that’s okay.”

“Yes, go ahead,” Laurel smiles. “You seem like the most interesting.”

Abigail’s cheeks become dusted with pink. “Um, well, I guess I’ll start from the beginning. Um, I was born in Washington state, and lived there until I was five. That’s when we packed up and moved to Korea. It was hard for me. My Korean was terrible for my age, and I am super shy.”

“You poor thing,” Eve frowns. “I’m sure you powered through though.”

“Not on my own,” Abigail slightly smiles. “No one came up to me at lunch on my first day of school, and I thought I was going to have a meltdown. Then, a boy came up to me, wanting to cheer me up. He understood what it felt like, even just a tiny bit, to move across the ocean.”

“I think I could guess who it was,” Emily taps her index finger on her cheek a few times.

“Yeah, it was Vernon,” Abigail giggles.

“That’s so cute!” Laurel blurts out.

“I guess,” Abigail shakes her head. “That began our friendship, and I’ve been by his side ever since. I’ve supported him in every decision he has ever made. Even when I thought him becoming an idol would split us apart. It brought us closer. A lot closer. But, I think we would have become a couple eventually. I hope.”

“I’m sure you would have,” I tenderly smile. “He really likes you. In fact, he loves you. No doubt in my mind.”

“He’s such a dork, so it’s hard to tell. Does his emails to you ever say anything about loving me?”

“I’m not allowed to say,” I wink. “Has he never said he loves you?”

“Just a handful of times,” Abigail shrugs. “It’s sweet in a way.”

“So, what do you do?” Emily asks. “Like, I work at a daycare, taking pictures when I can. Amber writes literally whatever, dances backup for BTS. Eve draws, and I assume makes money. So, what do you do? And Laurel, you too.”

“My parents are very successful doctors, so I love volunteering at any place I can. Animal shelters, cleaning up parks, bringing Seventeen food I make, and more. I’m also in online school, so I live in the city with my roommate. We’ve been friends for a while, but just started living together recently.”

“You are always welcome to help at Eve and mines pastry shop,” Laurel smiles. “We’d pay you, of course, but it would be fun.”

Abigail giggles, “I’ll think about it. Sounds fun though.”

“I need to hear the story behind the pastry shop,” I fidget with my glasses.

“Start the story of us, Laurel,” Eve chuckles.

“From the top then,” Laurel claps her hands together. “Okay, so we were born and raised in Long Beach. Oh yeah, we are California girls. Our parents didn’t even grow up in the United States, though. Our mum is from Germany, and our dad from Canada. That’s why we know three languages.”

“I know four languages, thank you,” Eve rolls her eyes. “Korean is hard, but Jae and I can have a conversation. He struggles too.”

“Yes, yes, shut up,” Laurel pats her twin on the head. “Dad is high up the corporate ladder at some company, and that’s why they settled down in the states. Mum started a donut shop, and we’ve helped her with that for years. I love cooking, so that’s a big reason I asked for money to start up a sister store over here. I do have a degree in the culinary arts.”

“I wanted to move over here to reunite with Jae,” Eve smiles. “Selling art as a living means I can work anywhere.”

“Eve works the counter because she can talk to customers,” Laurel nods. “Just the two of us running a small pastry shop.”

“That’s where we can all meet,” I blurt out. “Ah, sorry.”

“That is actually a great idea,” Abigail speaks up. “I would be okay with that.”

“Before we plan that,” Emily breaks in. “Eve, how did you meet Jae?”

“Ah, yes,” Eve grins, nodding a few times. “Time for that story. Well, Jae and I have always been in the same classes, but I was an artist geek while he was a music nerd. He says he always admired me from a distance.”

“He’s such a dork,” Laurel chuckles.

“Yes, well, it’s cute,” Eve shoves her sister. “Anyways, I was working the counter one day, six years ago now, when Jae walked in. He wanted to see if he could sing on Friday nights, and Saturday afternoons.”

“Of course she said yes,” Laurel teases. “Jae was a huge nerd back then, but she was already crushing hard.”

I giggle, “I’m sure Eve fell for his personality.”

“Jae was cute back then,” Eve pouts. “Enough of that, I’m telling a story. So, we began to hang out a lot because he felt he owed me. Then, he asked me out. We were on awkward couple, but I was so happy. He loved looking at my art, and I always listened to him when he wanted to play his guitar and sing.”

“That sounds so cute,” Emily gushes. “Amber, you have some competition.”

I roll my eyes, “We can all be cute couples in some regard.”

“The cuteness ended, though,” Eve sighs. “Jae broke up with me to pursue music, and we were apart for a few years. End of last year we made the move, and I saw Jae again.”

“Like a damn movie,” Laurel interrupts. “They locked eyes, and Eve ran to him. Bursting into tears. Jae even cried a bit. It was touching.”

“We aren’t really dating now because of contract reasons, but I know it will happen when he is able to. We love each other. Have since the day he entered the donut shop that day.”

“Now, Amber, Emily, you have to tell your story,” Abigail smiles. “I’m interested to know how you met BTS.”

“Hold on,” I hold up my hand for a brief second. “I have one question for Laurel.”

“Ask away,” Laurel gives me a thumbs up.

“Who are you dating?” I run my fingers through my bangs. “There’s Tae and me, Namjoon and Emily, Vernon and Abigail, and kind of Jae and Eve. Who are you with?”

Laurel smirks, “Do you know the group Infinite?”

Everyone else in the call nods and voices their acknowledgement of the group.

“Well, you wouldn’t believe the groups that come into our shop. One day a couple of Infinite members came in, and I struck up a conversation with L, or Myungsoo, and we have gone out a few times. He’s sweet, and I am waiting to see if it’s all right.”

“That’s is incredible,” Emily smiles. “I hope it all works out.”

“Thank you,” Laurel smiles back. “Now, I think you two have a story to tell.”

********

“This is ridiculous,” I grumble, bouncing around on the soles of my feet.

“We did our performance, and now you can dance for us,” Taehyung smirks. “Even though you didn’t watch us.”

“What?” Jimin and Jungkook have wide eyes as they look at me.

“Such a brat,” Yoongi teases.

I pout, looking out at the boys lounging on the two best in Jimin and Jungkook’s room. “Tae, that was mean. I was Skyping my friends.”

“Taehyungie just likes to be a meanie,” Seokjin chuckles. “Be nice to your jagiya.”

“Thank you, Jin,” I smile, turning up my phones volume. “Always looking out for me. Unlike some people,” I move a chair so the area I will dance in is bigger.

“Jagi,” Taehyung whines.

“So kid, what are you dancing to today?” Hoseok kindly asks.

“Well, Hobi-oppa, I will be dancing to some BTS,” I smile at the boy. “Thanks for asking.

“Mr. Son has been teaching you well then, I’m guessing,” Namjoon sets his phone down on his lap. No doubt he was previously texting Emily.

“He’s the best teacher,” I fix my sweatshirt with chibi BTS on it before pressing play on the mix made to test my memory of dances. “But, you can judge for yourselves.”

The mix starts with the ‘Attack on Bangtan’ beginning, giving me the chance to hype myself up. I bit my bottom lip and send winks; smiles on the boys faces as I scrunch up my nose and make finger hearts. Doing anything silly to make the seven boys laughs. Then the real test of my dancing skills begins as the choruses of different songs play. First is ‘I Need U,’ and I execute the moves flawlessly. It was the first dance I ever learned, and I’ll never forget it.

“Nice going kid,” Hoseok cheers out.

I give him a quick grin as the next chorus starts.

The pace quickens as ‘Danger’ is the next song. I do my beset to be like Taehyung when he performed this routine. My tongue passes over my lips, and I wink right at my boyfriend.

Taehyung’s mouth hangs slightly open as his cheeks redden.

Before anyone can say anything, ‘Boy in Luv’ starts up, and I am falling into the moves. A smile graces my lips as I see the looks on the boys faces. The song fades into ‘War of Hormone,’ and I stumble for a second as I get my bearings.

“Kill it, cutie!” Jimin blurts out.

I giggle, sending a wink at the boy to make him become a squish.

‘No More Dream’ is the next song, and I feel the burn in my lungs. Just a little while longer, and the end bit will begin.

“Tease,” Taehyung chuckles as I fake lifting up my sweatshirt as I learned Jimin’s part.

I take deep breath as ‘Dope’ finally starts up. The last chorus I have to dance to. As I do the hip thrusts, the boys lose it.

“Ah!” They all shout out, clutching their hands over their hearts as they fall over on the beds.

The end of ‘Butterfly’ starts up, and I slowly lower myself to the ground. My breathing is labored, and my legs are burning, but it felt so good to dance like that for the boys.

“You killed it, kid,” Hoseok gives me a thumbs up. “You have skill.”

“I learned all that,” I grab my phone and glasses off the desk, placing my glasses on my face and turning the music off.

“Okay, we all knew you could dance,” Jungkook is back to a sitting position, along with the rest of the boys. “Maybe not that good, but we knew.”

“A few slips ups are expected, she just learned it all,” Namjoon smiles. “And she’s only been doing it seriously for a year.”

“Thanks,” I breath out. Finally feeling my lungs fully filling up.

“When you have your breath back, you have to sing for us,” Jungkook smiles.

“What song, Kookie?” I ruffle the hair at the back of my head.

“Why does he get to pick?” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest.

“Such a child,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.”

“Okay, I’ll take a vote,” I stretch my legs out in front of me as I sit on the floor. “The choices are ‘Just One Day,’ Hold me Tight,’ or ‘Save Me.’”

“So, how many votes for ‘Just One day’?” Seokjin asks.

No one speaks up, and I pout. It must be too old of a song for them to want me to sing it.

“I’ll vote for it,” I raise my hand for a few seconds. “So it doesn’t feel bad.”

“Votes for ‘Hold me Tight’?” Seokjin asks.

“Me,” Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, and Hoseok answer.

“Then, ‘Save Me’?”

“Me,” Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin, and Taehyung reply.

“Tae,” I chuckle. “Babe, you get one vote.”

“But, I want to hear you sing both,” Taehyung slightly pouts, widening his eyes to look adorable.

“Do a mash up,” Jimin suggests.

“Hm,” I tape my lips with my index finger. “I will do my best.”

“I’m sure you’ll do great, adorable girl,” Jungkook claps a few times.

“Go jagiya!” Taehyung falls onto his side, giggles passing through his lips.

I smile, taking a deep breath and sitting up a bit straighter. “Look, I’m fair with everyone else but you,” I slow down Jungkook’s part. “Now I can’t live a day without you. Please,” I hold the word for a tad longer than usual. “Listen to my heartbeat,” I switch songs. “It calls you whenever it wants to. Because within this pitch black darkness, you are shining so brightly. Hold me tight, hug me. I need your love. Can you trust me? Can you rust me? Give me your hand. Save me, save me,” I look down at my lap, cheeks burning from my poor mash up.

“I need your love before I fall, fall,” Jungkook and Taehyung harmonize.

I giggle, but keep my head down. “So, what else do you want me to butcher?”

“Butcher?” Hoseok is genuinely confused. “You did a great job mashing the two songs together, and your voice is lovely.”

“Yeah, and you did it all by memory,” Seokjin adds in. “No background music to help.”

“Don’t be sad, princess,” Taehyung shouts out, tackling me to the ground in a hug.

“Gah!” I can’t help the giggles that erupt from me as Taehyung nuzzles his face into my neck. “It tickles!”

A couple of the boys chuckle at the mess I’m in.

“Emily’s right, they are the cutest,” Namjoon has a smile in his voice.

Taehyung lifts his head away from my neck. “I love you and your impromptu mash up of songs.”

I shyly smile, “I love you, and wish you’d get off me.”

“Oh, sorry,” he moves off me as his tan cheeks redden.

“Hey, little one,” Yoongi speaks up.

“Yes, oppa?” I slowly sit up and look at the boy.

“You feel up to rap what we’ve been practicing? Yoongi smirks.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I smirk back. “Let’s do this.”

“S-U-G-A, aka Agust D,” Yoongi and I rap together. “My secret name when I walk in the streets, they whisper my name. From Daegu to Apgujeong, my beat that have been laid. The lives of my music that breathe and live here and there all over the world. I’m a baby shaman who dances on the blade of a straw cutter. That’s me.”

“Damn!” Jungkook runs a hand through his hair. “Hyung, she kept up with you.”

“Jagi, why don’t we ever rap Cypher’s together?” Taehyung pouts.

“I think we have found our guest for part four,” Namjoon nods thoughtfully.

“Sorry Tae, you’ve been beat out,” Hoseok chuckles.

“And by your own girlfriend,” Jimin bursts into giggles.

“No, no Cypher for me,” I shake my hand, pinching Taehyung’s cheek to make him smile. “We can rap it together some other time, I promise.”

“Great performance overall,” Jungkook says. “Thank you for showing us your skills.”

I jump up, hopping onto the bed with Jungkook. “You are very welcome, oppa,” I tease, kissing his cheek as he cringes.

“I’m always nice, but I never get a kiss,” Jimin whines.

I roll my eyes, crawling over to press a kiss to Jimin’s cheek. “Happy, Chim-Chim oppa?”

“Very. Thanks to the oppa,” Jimin grins. Only a light blush seems to be on his cheeks.

“Okay, enough of this,” Taehyung speaks up.

In the next moment, I am lifted off the bed and tossed over my boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Taehyung,” I gasp.

“My princess and I are heading to bed, and we will see you tomorrow,” Taehyung turns, heading to our room’s door.

“Tae,” I wiggle around.

“Night you two,” Seokjin grins.

“Someone is jealous,” Yoongi shakes his head.

“Go easy on her Tae,” Jimin calls out as Taehyung opens the door. “Remember, we are over here.”

The door closes, and the other boys are gone from my sight. A chill runs through my spine with only a lamp on in the room for light.

“That was not nice, baby,” Taehyung pinches my butt, tossing me onto the bed seconds after. “Kissing my friends.”

“On the cheek,” I stumble backwards, hitting the backboard in a second.

“And, you teases me as you danced,” he runs his tongue over his lips. “Bad, jagi.” He pulls his shirt off, revealing his tan chest.

“Tae, they’re my friends, but I love you the most,” I nervously mess with the hem of my shirt.

Taehyung’s face softens the instant he sees my trembles. “Amber, are you shaking? Am I scaring you?”

“Are you mad?” I choke out.

“No, no, of course not,” he crawls up to me. “I just wanted to make sure I was your number one.”

“Of course you’re my number one,” I run my hand over his tummy, snuggling into his side.

“I just get scared you know? And want to make sure that’s all platonic. So, I get possessive.”

�� “I know, but you don’t need to get that way because of them.”

Taehyung puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. “I’ll be better jagi. I promise.”

“I believe you, Tae. Let’s sleep it off. We’ve had a long day.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hope you enjoyed reading! Eve, Laurel, and Abigail live in their own stories that I created that take place in this same universe. I’m not sure if they will ever get written, but they precious to me.

#BTS #BTS fan fiction #BTS x OC #BTS imagine #Jungkook x OC #Jungkook imagine #Taehyung x OC #Taehyung imagine #Jimin x OC #Jimin imagine #Namjoon x OC #Namjoon imagine #Hoseok x OC #Hoseok imagine #Yoongi x OC #Yoongi imagine #Seokjin x OC #Seokjin imagine #My OCs

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ratsoh-writes · 5 years

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Some soft 1a headcannons

Here’s my first time trying this so please be nice !

Aoyama Yuuga:

• loves fancy snack foods whic include cheese, crackers, dried fruits, and posh chocolates.

•he’s a huge snob when it comes to hair care products, and when he found that Midoriya was using one of those three in one shampoos, he actually tried staging an intervention

•ever since he improved his naval laser, as a prank, he would carve random movie quotes on the walls and trees in UA. He hasn’t been caught yet

Ashido Mina

•has a huge lipstick collection of every color under the rainbow. One of her life goals is to get every boy in class 1a to wear her lipstick at least once. Only Bakugo remains. Tokoyami was spared due to his lack of lips

•breakdancing and hip hop are her favorite dance forms, but she also knows how to walts and ballroom dance. Aoyama makes a great practice partner

•she has to wear an acid resistant face maskwhen she has colds, and has tissues made strong enough to withstand most acids

Tsuyu Asui:

•she has at least 50+ pictures of her siblings on her phone and will call them every other evening.

•she loved fish and has a huge aquarium at home. They would help her go to sleep, but she couldn’t take it into the dorms. When the other girls of 1a found out they found her a fish themed lava lamp to put by her bedside.

•Asui is the best at braiding and styling hair. She really enjoys it and plans to keep her hair long her whole life.

Iida Tenya:

•due to orange juice powering his engines, he has a mini fridge in his room filled with nothing but orange juice. He prefers no pulp, the pulp can clog his engines over time

• on his birthday, an anonymous class member (kirishima) got him the ugliest pair of running shoes (I’m talking tye dye and cat faces). Not wanting to hurt kiri’s feelings, he started wearing them regularly and the shoes actually grew on him.

•after kirishimas present, iida bought starry night vans with matching glasses. He thinks it’s the coolest thing ever

Uraraka Ochako:

•because she didn’t have very good control over her quirk as a kid, her parents would make her wear gloves. They also taught her how to sew, write, and type with half her fingers on both hands. She’s ambidextrous.

•uraraka laughs very easily and will spit out whatever she’s drinking or chewing. Sero and kaminari constantly try to make her laugh when she’s drinking anything.

•she helps Aizawa budget for groceries every week. She’s a master at couponing

Ojiro Mashirao:

•before he got into martial arts, his mom would take him to Zumba classes with her. He’s really good at dancing because of this, but is too shy to show it off.

•he’s a creature of habit and has had the same breakfast for about 5 years now: scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese on top and a banana on the side. If he has anything different he feels off for the whole day

•ojiro has a great memory when it comes to dates. He know everyone’s birthdays and is usually to one to start organizing the parties

Kaminari Denki:

•he loves video games, especially fighting games, and is super competitive. His super smash bro’s main is princess peach and the only one to beat him so far is ojiro

•he’s also a compulsive snacker. When he got into the hero course, he switched his usual cheese puff for pomegranate seeds in a moment of health consciousness

•he’s color blind but doesn’t realize it

Kirishima Eijirou:

•hes great at barbecue. His family are big on outdoor vacations, so he learned young. His favorites are steak and mushroom skewers.

•kirishimas love language is definitely gift giving. He spends days finding his friends the perfect gift, and it’s always something real unusual or personalized. He has a secret Pinterest folder for each friend so he can keep track of thier favorite things

• he also picks people up and swings them around when he’s really excited. Shouji hates this. Satou loves it

Kouda Kouji

•he loved pastel colors, mint green is his favorite. All his school supplies are pastel, and he even has a cute mint green jar with bunnies on it to keep his pencils in

•when the dorms are quiet, kouda lets his bunny roam around. Everyone is super gentle with it, and it is considered the class mascot.

•he’s the best listener in class 1A. He knows everyone’s secrets, crushes, and insecurities. If the teachers are worrying about any of the students, they go to kouda first

Satou Rikidou

•he stress bakes when he can’t sleep. Anytime he makes extra, he’ll take it to the teachers and other classes. He’s very popular because of this

•satou is a very tactile person and loves to be touched and cuddled. His favorite time is movie night because he gets to be squished between a bunch of friends on the couch

•the only baking he spent like is lemon stuff. He cannot stand lemon bars and lemon pound cake. He loves lemonade though

Shouji mezou

•he has a very sensitive head and hates it when people touch him there. Because of this, he never puts his hair back

•shouji has the best sense of smell and taste. If you give him a smoothie, he’ll be able to tell you all the ingredients.

•besides Midoriya, shouji can lift the most out of anyone in class. His goal is to be able to bench press everyone in class before he becomes a pro

Jirou Kyouka

•her favorite kinds of music are rock, 80’s, and jazz. She can tolerate folk but hates country with a passion

•she’s also really good at poker. Only Midoriya realized it was because she could hear thier heart beats. He promised not to tell as long as she answered some of his questions about her quirk

•she also has the best eyelashes out of all the girls. She blew away any competition after momo shared her favorite mascara brand

Sero Hanta

•he loves board games. Not because he’s good at them, he just loves the drama. Nothing is more entertaining then watching the meltdowns during monopoly

•sero also has a huge collection of Pokémon cards. A lot of them were passed down from older siblings and cousins. He always buys a new pack each month

•sero always keeps a pocket knife to help cut his tape. He can do some pretty cool party tricks with it. That’s how he became friends with Bakugo

Tokoyami Fumikage

•he likes horror movies and was actually in theatre before he entered UA. He was part of stage crew and would use dark shadow to help with special effects

•he also would help make the props. He’s very good at crafts and even saves all his molted feathers for future projects. He made a dream catcher for all of his classmates

•he always wanted a pet, but if he did get one, it would never be a bird. That would be super uncomfortable and dark shadow would get jealous

Todoroki Shouto

•he’s a heathan who will put ketchup on most nice foods. This is one of the main reasons why Bakugo fights with him

•Todoroki is also a huge gossip. Every now and then, he gets together with Hagakure and Aoyama and they’ll exchange information. He’s tried getting secrets from kouda but kouda is way too loyal

•his favorite past time is people watching. He’ll usually find a nice spot at the park, and settle down with a book and lunch

Hagakure Tooru

•she loves small and cute animals, and is koudas bunny’s biggest fan. She took enough pictures of the bunny to make a calendar

•she’s a good photographer, and she’ll do family sessions and senior pictures when she needs money. Her room is filled with her own work

•she’s easily the chattiest person in 1A. When she’s stressed she’ll go to kouda and just ramble about anything until she calms down

Bakugou Katsuki

•Bakugo is a huge perfectionist in most areas including his diet. This will leak onto the people he cares about, and he’ll end up violently mother henning them around meal times. His cooking is pretty good though

•because of the nitroglycerin he’s constantly sweating, he needs to soak his clothes in a solution before he washes them. He also has to clean his room pretty often

•kaminari got the whole bakusquad animal crossing games, and now he’s hooked. It’s his favorite down time activity. He especially likes hitting the ugly villagers with his net

Midoriya Izuku

•Midoriya cries a lot and has really bad hay fever. It makes his eyes really red and watery witch makes crying a lot easier. Spring is a bad time for him

•he also has an office supply addiction. He’s constantly buying new notebooks and has dozens of unused ones piled up somewhere

•he uses his notebooks for way more than just quirk analysis. He has books for recipes, class notes, phone contacts and addresses, funny stories, life hacks, and one purely dedicated to all mights favorite foods

Mineta Minoru

•it’s funny how short he is, because his mom is actually really tall. He thinks he might have dwarfism but in the world of quirks it doesn’t really matter

•he has a bookcase in his room filled with manga. Everyone assumes it’s hentai but it’s actually every issue of dragon ball Z. Only kaminari knows

•mineta has the best math score in the class. He can calculate when and where things will fall. That’s how his traps were successful enough to get him into the hero course

Yaoyorozu Momo

•she absolutely loves hair ties, and is always ordering new ones. Her scrunchie collection is insane

•she also has the biggest appetite of the class. No one has been able to beat her in an eating contest. Kirishima really wants to test her against fatgum. Momo knows that it will only end in pain

•momo also has the best handwriting in class. When she tutors, if she can’t read what her classmates wrote, she makes them rewrite it. She also taught everyone how to write in cursive

#bnha #bnha headcanons #headcanons #class 1a #boku no hero academia

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mas-ai · 5 years

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UTAPRI DISNEYLAND HEADCANONS!

Pardon me while I indulge myself, unload my mind and project.

Warnings ahead: Extremely long post, OOC, self-indulgence, shipping mentions, rare pairs (all characters aged up but nothing nsfw is here), Disneyland ‘spoilers’ , mentions of mental illness/causes of mention illness (Reiji, Ichinose, Aine, etc), not a dark post though, fluff,

Ai:

Mom mode activated

Everyone has specific, custom glowsticks so you can find everyone at night no problem

Also everyone has to wear GPS bracelets that allow Ai to track them in case anyone gets lost

He downloaded a mental map of the parks

Literally never lost, knows where everything is and the fastest way to get there

Faster than the Disneyland app by 73.2% (ok for real though I had almost no issues with it when i was there??)

He knows all of the secrets

All of them

Blurts out a bunch of random trivia and info he found while researching (which makes him fun to be with!!)

Then asks why it's important and has to have it explained to him

Snacks and water every 2 hours

Natsuki:

The actual child

Ai insisted on tethering him to a harness+leash after the aquarium fiasco

Also must have someone keeping an eye on him at all times

Outprincesses the Princesses

where's tinkerbell

more of a fairy than tinkerbell

goes to bibbidi bobbidi boutique and gets pixie dust (glitter) sprinkled in his hair)

the BEST character interactions

insists on eating all the food so he can remake everything when he gets back

somehow finds his way into the kitchens and poor syo is a victim

Poses everyone before all the photos

Must go on the fastest/scariest rides 6 times in a row

Always has hands up and is laughing in every ride photo

The cutest, most magical expressions in all their pictures

Masato:

Brought the snacks and water

Helps Ai give them out on schedule

Also has bandaids, bug spray, sunscreen, hats, sweaters, spare shoe inserts, spare clothes

Has 2 bags in bag check and carries around an oversized backpack all day

LOTS OF BUG SPRAY

"masato there's not really a lot of bugs here"

Insists everyone calls the minute that they're done rides if they separate

Also insists on breaks midday

Ai agrees

Really interested in seeing all the shows, parades, etc and making this a learning experience

Also wants to go on as many tours as possible

Buys everything for Mai!!!

Video calls with Mai so she can see!!

Holds Ai's hand during fireworks

Syo:

we'RE noT taKinG breAkS

he has this D O W N

he trained for this

he made everyone else train for this

This boy is getting everything done. Everything.

Fainted when he realized how much there was to do

Probably asked for Ai's help to make a schedule so they could get everything done

Is the first to deviate from the schedule the minute they're through the gates

Designated FastPass runner

Coordinated everybody else's outfits

"do you think we can get on a parade float"

Boardwalk games!! He wins everything!!

reluctant to leave at mid-day squad

later really glad they left mid-day and is happy to sit by the pool squad

Otoya:

Absolutely the most excited for the trip until they got there

Is now overwhelmed

Really interested in the music

Seriously he pays attention to everything in the background and hums it the entire time

He's so inspired for new songs now

Designated photographer

All his photos are blurry

CARS LAND!!!!!

Winds up just running for FastPasses with Syo instead

(i got kinda shippy with syo/otoya on ideas but ill resist)

Ichinose:

Pulled more allnighters than necessary (sometimes with Ren) to plan and book everything but nobody knows how much they put into it

Original daily routines, flights, reservations, packing lists, everything was started by him and Ren (until Ren started to favor sleep after two weeks)

At first it’s all super simple but then he starts overcomplicating it and when he's in the thick of it he can't stop and has to solve every potential problem

(no problems wind up happening)

Reiji discovers him one night and shuts it down (and then took over/shifted some stuff to Ai who would be better suited)

He and Masato were then in charge of buying items for the trip but Masato started overplanning/over worrying so he took over

Park bags? Got them. Ponchos? Thank him. Waterproof phone protectors? You got it. Chargers? Lots! Trading pins? Preordered online

Also really thinks hard about everybody's individual needs and concerns and is worried about everyone not having the best time ever

This boy is S O F T

He was also in charge of meal plans (until they got to the park and Ranmaru started hearing about all the food and took over)

This boy has not slept since they first decided they were going and hasn't done a single thing he wanted to do the entire time they're there

So crowds are a thing and he's now crashing

Reiji pulls him aside and they wander off to get some drinks and probably to Tom Sawyer's Island (very quiet! beautiful nature views!) and just... be in Disneyland

Really deep conversations while looking into New Orleans!

They ride the Mark Twain together and drive the boat too!!

Reiji takes him through all the shops on Main Street and they spend hours in the art gallery

Also they sit on the disneyland railroad and just go around the park 400 times? (he likes the parts in Splash Mountain, also the show scenes)

He and Reiji get caught in one of the 'bandit' shows where their train is 'robbed'. He's annoyed at first but has fun.

Is now just the designated ticket/pass/autograph book holder. Probably safely storing everyone's passports in his luggage too.

Camus:

Does not appear interested in this adventure. At all.

Until one night he orders Cecil awake at 3AM to do a bunch of research for him and does not say why

Nobody finds out until the day of, but he's upgraded EVERYTHING. First class jet, upgraded rooms, premium viewing for shows, etc

Probably managed to book an entire section of the park (or even an entire park) for the group

Also he just wanted information on every treat in the area

He wants to try EVERYTHING

He knows where all the best sweets are (don’t be fooled a lot of the food/treats are d i s g u s t i n g) and all the specials for the season

Contacted ahead of time to have special treats made for each of them that represent them and are then delivered during their dinner as a surprise

Do it right or not at all

Don't half-ass things

This means nothing. I care about none of you

"peasants"

he's smiling

reluctant to leave at mid-day squad

later really glad they left mid-day and is happy to sit by the pool

Cecil:

"whats that"

O H

NOW HE'S VERY EXCITED

Marathoned every movie EVERY movie for months with everyone

TAKE THIS BOY TO THE PARADES

ALSO ON THE TEACUPS

ALSO MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ALICE AND HATTER

thinks the princesses are actually princesses

charms them all

Was not amused at waking up so early and obeying Camus but learned a lot and is surprisingly well-versed in the park

Knows where everything is and what everyone is doing at every point in time

"has anyone seen x it's been 4 hours" yes he knows where they are

Also Ai would wake up halfway through his planning sessions and stumble across Cecil and they'd wind up planning together

Really cute early morning planning sessions before work

Cecil falls asleep on Ai’s shoulder

This is when he finds out about Ai

He changes into full-on rainsuit for water rides 'for ai's sake' and makes ai do it too (ai is confused)

He and Ai huddle together under an extremely oversized raincoat (or refuse to get on water rides altogether)

But if they're getting splashed he dramatically sacrifices himself for Ai

reluctant to leave at mid-day squad

later really glad they left mid-day and is happy to sit by the pool nap squad

So inspired by all the lights and costumes

STARISH is now getting led costumes

Also quick-change costumes (tear-away to reveal a second outfit!)

Skipping/running EVERYWHERE

singing the entire time

Ren:

This boy takes forever to get ready in the morning

But he’s one of the first awake and helps Ai & Masato to parent everyone out of bed

There’s an ongoing joke that the three of them are married

Maybe they are

Did so much more for this trip than anyone realizes

Suggests they split off several times during the day so everybody can enjoy what they want to

Probably winds up taking over photos after seeing Otoya's

They're much better

Insists on hiring professional photographer though

Don't tell anybody but he pulled all-nighters to get things planned out with Ichinose

Coralls everybody in for the afternoon breaks

“Time to relax in the pool” initiation squad

“yes you have to shower before we go back”

really glad they left mid-day and is happy to sit by the pool squad

Reiji:

"we're riding indiana jones ten times in a row kids" take me with you

haw yee

This boy has the most flamboyant hats and you can spot him from a mile away

the worst for being tacky

But also at the same time really charming and cute somehow??

But don’t tell him!

Doesn't voice anything he wants to do, wants everyone else to have the best time.

Insists on surprise kiss pictures with everyone

Scrapbooks everything at the end of the trip because it was some of the best memories he had with everyone

he probably cries over the pictures because they mean a lot to him

Ai finds out about the scrapbook and helps out

Is surprised for the following Christmas when everyone pulled together to make matching sweaters & ornaments for the whole group for a group picture for Reiji’s sake

It’s now a tradition

It’s his favourite tradition

Ranmaru:

Here for the food

Or so he thinks

Winds up liking the rides a lot though

Probably the one everyone hangs onto when they're scared

super protective of ai on rides

throws himself over ai on several occasions to prevent him from getting wet

this is a good boy. ty for protecting the precious robot

Last to wake up and first to head home but b o y does he have the most fun

hell to pay the one day masato forgot to pack a banana

masato still feels bad

(reiji to the rescue to prevent meltdown though)

unintentional cat naps with cecil during the mid-day breaks

either they’re cuddling

or cecil wanted to watch a movie and they wound up falling asleep while ranmaru was playing with cecil’s hair

he didn’t realize he swears

he just missed relaxing with a cat

cecil says nothing

Bonus!

Aine:

at the bottom of the finding nemo ride

bye

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needdl · 6 years

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Morning, Afternoon, and Evening

Part Two: Evening

this has been up on FFN and A03 for a while now. uhhhhh sorry tumblr.

Neji and Tenten drove Hui Na to Lee’s dojo a little after six, and she could hardly contain herself in her excitement. Her judo lessons were one of her favorite parts of the week.

The first time she’d worn her judo gear, Tenten had nearly cried over how tiny and cute and fierce she was. Neji had taken about one billion pictures and sent them to his cousins and uncle, who were all very proud.

Lee actually had a picture of himself and Hui Na after her first tournament, which he kept on his desk in his office. He also had another hanging on the wall, and a third at his home. Lee was nothing if not a very enthusiastic uncle.

In any case, Hui Na was just as determined and hard-working as her parents, and she applied herself diligently to practicing judo even on days when she didn’t have lessons- something that Neji and Tenten had never told her to do. Her dedication showed- she was the top of her class. (Which consisted of easily distracted toddlers, but still. They were very proud.)

Tenten walked Hui Na into the building as Neji waited in the car, holding her hand as they crossed the parking lot. Hui Na’s “Uncle Sensei” hugged them both enthusiastically when they entered, and in the chaos of a dozen toddlers and children putting their shoes in little cubby holes Tenten made quick plans for Lee to go out with her and Neji for drinks in the coming week.

(Hui Na would go visit her great-uncle Hiashi or Auntie Hanabi for the night, which was always something she enjoyed.)

Tenten kissed Hui Na goodbye (a little cautiously, what with her new anti-kissing stance), and headed back out to the car. She slid into the seat and propped her head back on the headrest with a sigh, then turned to face Neji.

“So, we’ve got about forty-five minutes of us time. Want to go get some kissing in, away from an offended child’s eyes?”

“Certainly,” Neji said smoothly, catching her hand in his and twining their fingers together. He brought it to his lips and mouthed at it softly, which made Tenten let out a little squeak.

He chuckled and dropped her hand, turning the keys in the ignition and pulling back out of the parking spot. Tenten reached out to massage the tense muscles at the base of his head, rubbing her thumb firmly over the skin. It was a habit of hers she’d developed after a particularly stressful week for Neji- his grandfather had made some highly bigoted statements to the press, and the entire family had been under scrutiny.

(Fortunately, nobody Neji was immediately related to agreed with his grandfather, and those who did weren’t people he associated with anyway. Hiashi had gone so far as to cut off ties completely with his own father- which in all likelihood came as a huge relief to him. The former patriarch of the Hyuga family was not a good man, and Neji had confided in Tenten that he strongly suspected him of verbal and physical abuse to his wife and children.)

Now nearly every time Tenten was in the passenger seat next to him, she’d reach out to him. Sometimes she rubbed at tense muscles, sometimes she played with his hair, and sometimes she just stroked his skin.

They pulled into their driveway and into the garage, and Tenten was chewing her lip in thought as they entered their home. Neji was headed straight to the bedroom, which made her grin.

She followed him up, then paused, taking in their room. It was a little messy, at was the case since Hui Na had been born, with piles of laundry and an assortment of items from her work that she kept meaning to put in the home office.

Neji noticed that her attention was elsewhere, and gently drew her chin up to meet her eyes. “Tennie?”

She chewed her lip again, thoughts racing, before clearing her throat. “I, um, I have something I want to ask about.”

Neji raised his eyebrows, a quiet prompt for her to continue. She motioned to the bed, and he sat, pulling her with him so she stood between his legs, arms resting on his shoulders.

“Okay, so-" It was the oddest thing. She’d been thinking about this for several weeks now, and she still was having trouble verbalizing it.

“You remember after Hui Na was born, I got an IUD?” Neji nodded slowly. “Well, it’s about at the end of its span, so I was wondering… if- if I should get another one, or if we want to start trying.”

Neji stared up at her, eyes wide and mouth just slightly agape. She rushed on. “I mean, Hui Na is in preschool, I have a pretty flexible schedule-"

Neji was beginning to smile, and Tenten continued on, encouraged. “And she’s five next year, it seems like good timing.”

“It does,” Neji agreed quietly, still staring up at her in that slightly starstruck way. “And this… this is something you want?”

She grinned, still a little nervous. “Yeah, it’s… it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot.”

Neji looked up at her, eyes wide and mouth forming a small, disbelieving smile. After a second, he grinned outright. “Then… yes. Let’s- let’s do it.”

Tenten rested her forehead on his. “Really?”

“Yes, let’s… let’s have another baby.”

Tenten closed her eyes, a wide grin on her face. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he murmured, pressing his mouth to hers.

They kissed for a few moments, mouths moving in tandem, before Tenten pulled back reluctantly and murmured, “We only have about twenty minutes before we need to leave and pick up Hui Na.”

Neji slowly drew his fingers across her lower back. “We can text Lee, and ask if he’s okay with her sticking around for fifteen minutes or so.” His hands clenched around her hips and lower back in a way he knew she liked, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Fine, but let the record show I feel slightly guilty about it.”

“Fifteen minutes of extra sparring time with her Uncle Sensei? She’ll be thrilled.”

“True.” Tenten kissed him again, then drew her phone from her pocket and unlocked it. As she typed, Neji slid her capris down her legs. “Subtle,” she told him drily.

He shoved up her shirt and pressed a kiss to the soft skin. “No time to lose.”

“It’s not like we can get pregnant right this second. My birth control is still effective.”

Neji paused. Finally, he said, very seriously, “Practice makes perfect,” and pulled her down with him to lay on the bed.

Tenten laughed and straddled his waist. “Well, that works for me.”

Hui Na was ecstatic to have extra time at her dojo lesson, and spent much of the ride home trying to persuade her parents to let it happen every lesson.

“Lovie, your Uncle Lee can’t be there for extra time every night.”

“Hm, okay. What if I practice all by myself?”

They both paused for a second, before Neji asked, “All by yourself in the dojo?”

“Yep.”

“I- no, that won’t work either. Maybe Uncle Lee can practice with you sometimes during weekends, okay?”

Hui Na frowned and kicked her legs, the closest she ever really came to a meltdown. She sulked all through the ride home, and refused their offer to stop at a bakery for treats on the way home.

She brightened when they offered to let her watch a movie, and picked out The Lion King- an unsurprising choice, as it had been her favorite for several months running.

Hui Na settled herself on the couch with the air of a queen sitting in a throne, then turned to her parents. “Mama, you sit here,” she instructed, pointing at her side, “And dada, you sit here.” They sat as instructed, so Hui Na was sandwiched between them. Just before they started the movie, she said “Oh! Wait please,” and took off for the upstairs.

They watched her go, baffled. Upstairs they could hear her feet thumping across the hall, then a scuffling sound.

“Is…” Tenten listened intently, eyes squinted in concentration. “Is she in our room?”

“It sounds like it. What is she doing?”

Hui Na’s little footsteps thumped back down the stairs, and she entered the living room holding a bundle of cloth. “Here, mama. You wear this one, and I’ll wear this one, and dada wear this one.”

Tenten looked at the bundle that her daughter had deposited in her lap. It was one of Neji’s sweatshirts.

A few weeks previous, when it was just Hui Na and Tenten for the night, the two of them had raided Neji’s closet for his coziest sweaters to wear during their movie. (Incidentally, The Lion King.) Apparently, it was an activity that Hui Na had enjoyed, because here she was repeating it.

Hui Na’s borrowed sweatshirt reached well past her knees, and the sleeves hung over her hands. She held them out patiently to Neji, who folded them over for her, his own sweatshirt in place.

Tenten pulled on her assigned sweatshirt. Privately, she thought she’d gotten the best end of the shirt distribution- it was Neji’s preferred sweatshirt, and was ridiculously soft and cozy. It smelled like a mixture of his shampoo and cologne, and she filled her lungs with the scent as she adjusted the fit.

Properly attired, Hui Na nodded in satisfaction. “Okay, I’m all ready now. Thank you for waiting.”

“Of course, lovie. Thank you for bringing us the sweatshirts.”

“You’re welcome!”

Neji started playing the movie, and Hui Na sat back into the couch with a quiet, content little sigh. Her legs stuck out straight in front of her, with only her feet dangling over the edge.

As the movie progressed, Hui Na slowly tipped against Neji’s side, and after the stampede scene she started sniffling. “Hui Na, sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked softly. She nodded, her chin wobbling. “Come here, little bird.” He lifted her into his lap and settled his arm around her. She tucked herself against his chest with a little sob, eyes on the movie even as she gripped his hand in both of hers.

Tenten watched the interaction from her side of the couch with a soft smile. After a second Hui Na turned to face her with tear-filled eyes. “Mama, you come here too. I got sad.”

Tenten stretched out so her head was on the other side of Neji’s lap, reaching up to thumb away some of the tears that were falling down Hui Na’s round little face. “Yeah, it’s a sad part of the movie, isn’t it?”

“Yep.” Hui Na grabbed Tenten’s hand and held onto a few of her fingers, turning her attention back to the screen. A few seconds later, Neji started rhythmically carding his fingers through Tenten’s hair.

By the time the movie ended, Tenten was snoring softly in Neji’s lap, one hand resting on Hui Na as Neji kept stroking her hair. Hui Na, who had remained riveted to the screen, finally noticed that her mother was drooling a few inches away from her.

She glanced up at Neji, eyes wide. “Mama’s sleeping,” she whispered. Neji nodded and murmured, “We should probably wake her up so she can go to bed, huh?”

“Okay.” She whispered. She reached out and tapped on Tenten’s cheek with a few fingers, whispering “Mama. Mama. Mama.”

Neji fought back a laugh. “Here, sweetheart, let me do it.” He shook Tenten’s shoulder, and she stirred and let out a little grunt.

“Tenten,” he said.

“’M sleepin’. Go ’way.”

He shook her again. “Tenten-” She smacked his hand away, which made Hui Na let out a little chortle. “Mama! That’s so rude!”

Tenten poked a finger against Hui Na’s nose. “Shhhh. Sleep time.”

Hui Na turned to look up at Neji, raising her hand and widening her eyes in a “can you believe this” kind of gesture. He laughed, and lifted Hui Na off his lap to set her on the ground.

“Alright, how about you and I go get you to bed and I’ll make sure mama gets up later?”

“Okay.” Hui Na watched as he gently lifted Tenten’s head off his lap and onto the couch cushion, then raised her arms up. “Will you carry me?”

The sight of his daughter, wrapped up in his sweatshirt that was much too big, reaching up towards him while swaying sleepily on her feet, made his chest ache.

He picked her up and tucked her against his side, pressing a kiss to her head as she rested it on his shoulder with a sigh. They headed up the stairs and into Hui Na’s room, and he helped her change into her pajamas and brush her teeth.

They had a little dispute over bedtime stories- Hui Na demanded her usual three, but because she had watched a movie that night, and because it was already past her bedtime, Neji would only read her one.

Eventually, he had to tell her that she could have one story or no stories, and she acquiesced. She was nodding off in his lap by the time he was halfway through, and when he finished the book he lifted her into bed without a fuss.

“Good night, Hui Na. I love you.”

“Night night, dada. I love you too. Will you tell mama ’night for me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Night night.”

“Good night.” He kissed her cheek and quietly exited the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

The master bedroom was still dark, but Neji could hear soft movement downstairs. He descended the steps and found Tenten in the kitchen, putting away the dishes they’d used for dinner. She still had his sweatshirt on, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

She saw him come down the stairs and turned to face him with a small smile. “She go down okay?”

“Yes.” He crossed to where she stood in front of the sink and wrapped his arms around her, softly nipping at the skin on her neck. She let out a little squawk.

“Neji! What’re you trying to do?”

He pulled away and smirked down at her, eyes glinting. “Do try to remember, Tenten. We need to get in some practice.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re corny.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re hot.”

“I-” His face burned. “Thank you, I suppose.”

“You’ve got an ass that just doesn’t quit.”

“Tenten-”

“Dreamy eyes.”

“Alright, I get it-”

“Incredible facial structure, the prettiest hair in all the land-” Neji cut her off with a swift peck to her lips.

“I get it, let’s go have sex.”

“Way to seduce me, babe. Now I’m just itching to get in your pants.”

Neji sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Tenten.”

“Neji.” She leaned up and kissed him softly, then ordered, “Okay, now carry me upstairs.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You did it for Hui Na-”

“Yes, Hui Na the toddler, who was practically falling asleep.”

“It’ll be romantic! I thought you were into that kind of shit, remember our six-month anniversary when we first started dating, and you filled my office at the museum with flowers-”

Neji smiled in recollection. “You did seem to like that a lot, when you were able to look me in the eye.”

“What?” Tenten blinked, confused. “When I could…?”

“The reason I don’t do more large romantic gestures, Tenten, is because every time I do,” he slid his hand under her shirt to feel the warm skin on her back, “you get very shy. You blush constantly, you always duck your chin-”

“I do not-”

“Tennie, just this morning I kissed your palm and you went bright red.”

She gaped at him, jaw working, before shaking herself off and declaring, “Just because I blush sometimes-”

Before she had a chance to think, Neji stooped down and quite literally swept her off her feet, hooking her legs over one arm and supporting her back with the other. Startled, she flung her arms around his neck and clung to him until she was settled, then twisted her head to stare at him.

He met her gaze steadily, softening his look into something that was unmistakably tender. Slowly, a blush rose over her cheeks and she whipped her head away again, detangling her arms from around his neck so she could cover her face with her hands.

“Fine, fine, you’re right- shut up!”

Neji chuckled and started towards the steps, still carrying his wife. “Well, as you demanded, I’ll carry you upstairs.”

“Great,” she muttered against her palms. He paused in front of the switches to the kitchen lights. “Will you-” she smacked out her hand and turned off the lights. “Thank you.”

He headed up the stairs, feeling remarkably unstrained by her weight, and deposited her softly on the bed without bothering to turn on the lights. He reached down to lift her chin and kissed her softly, fitting their lips together and slowly twining his fingers through her hair. She shivered, and he stroked the skin behind her ears and gently let them both fall onto the mattress.

They laid side by side on the bed, arms wrapped around one another. Between kisses, Tenten muttered, “This seems a little high school.”

“Well, we never did anything like this with each other in high school.”

“Hm, I guess not. Kind of weird I never made a move, really. I was super into you even then.”

He hummed in response, distracted by warm hands sliding under his shirt to play with the waistband of his pants- gray joggers, a spontaneous gift from Tenten that was apparently as much for her as it had been for him.

She slid her hand around to cup his ass over the cloth, and he felt a flush rise on his cheeks. “Tenten.” He felt her smirk, and she kept her grip in place, mouthing at his jaw and murmuring, “I told you, my love. An ass that doesn’t quit.”

He rolled on top of her and kissed her again, one arm propping him over her and the other reaching to hook her thigh around his waist.

As she tugged his shirt off, he replied, “And I told you. Beautiful.”

“Cheesy,” she whispered.

“Honest,” he breathed back.

“Sweet-talker.”

“For you? Certainly.”

She squeaked and covered her face again. “Ugh, Neji-”

He laughed quietly and pulled her hands away to kiss them. “You make me very romantic, Tenten. You’ll just have to suffer through it.”

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rezilient-m3 · 4 years

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I feel like I need to unload. And nobody specifically, really, to do it to. It's Jan 9, past midnight, so the 10th legally lol. Alex went back to work on Sunday, and I started my contract job on Monday.! Idk where to start first. The job? Since that'd be the quickest... I think I like it. I'm in kindergarten, working with a young girl from Ethiopia. Her mom died when she was a baby, and moved to the city from her country only a year ago with her dad and sister. She's a little wild girl, but cute. Lol. Likes to run. My first hour and a half of being on her watch, I chased her from class 3 times, 5 times that day lol. But by the end of the week, I knew what to expect. I know what is expected of me, and I think I'm doing well. I hope anyways. Afternoons of our school days, I'm still in the class, but just help other students who would need me. The other takes over with my morning student. The teacher found it impressive that a little boy drew himself to me. Which is a good thing, because I think I could help him. He barely speaks, so it'll be my job to help me repeat simple things, actions, and crap like that. He's a sweetie, but for the life of me, I can't understand what he says lol. So, the kids I work with, the conversations are limited. Hopefully that changes as the days go by.

As for Alex and I, we're still okay. He didn't totally flip out on his time home with us during break. My daughter, T, had a couple meltdowns while he was home, and he got upset. But it wasn't as drastic as the last time he laid an ultimatum on me. So, that's good. But he's gone again. I miss him. Who knows how long it'll be until he comes home. Until then, we're carrying on with our lives lol.

Counseling sessions has returned, and seem to be getting heavier for the girl's. T's gone twice in a row, on Wed and Fri. The 1st one, Renee, the counselor, seen first hand what a meltdown exactly looks like. It started from talking about her 2 friends in school. One girl told T the other girl was only her friend because she was using her to get Xmas gifts out of her. So, when Renee suggested going straight to the girl and ask her what the other one was talking about, T totally freaked out. And it's not like she uses her words. She cries, then (idk how to exactly explain the noise she makes lol) while crying she waahs lol. Like like a fake cry, but grunts? maybe, and gets louder when we try to talk or suggests what's wrong. But anyways, point is, counselor discovered she does this when she's worried, or scared about something and gets easily frustrated when she doesn't know what to do with something, or how it'd end. She was worried if she confronts any 2 of the girls, they'd stop being friends with her, cuz they've been best friends the longest. Like, before she got here. Then, she wouldn't have any left, cuz she said the other kids don't talk to her and she feels they don't like her. I felt for her. I understand how girl relationships can easily turn for the dramatic. So, I get it. Anyways, drive home I told her maybe the other girl is a little jealous about her friendship with her best friend and might be worried about her being replaced, so could be why she'd try cause something between them. Who knows? ... I felt like I spent so much time on this. Lol. My point is, we know why the meltdowns happen, and we're going to try come up with ways she can deal with the frustration and use her damn words. Cuz it's when that happens, everybody here tends to get upset, including me, and avoid her behaviour. But now, I'll need to learn how to get her her to talk it out and help her to resolve whatever. Making progress. Main point.

Then, we moved on to the morning I went get them. The morning their dad fucked up. The morning T tends to avoid speaking about. She didn't do, or say, anything that could help her. We tried to get her to tell us what exactly she seen. Cuz the big question that started this off was "What's the worst thing, in your whole life, that's ever happened to you?" And she said the thing with daddy and K. So, we went there. Anyways, she'd tell us everything that happened that morning, leading up to her going in that room and seeing what she seen, then go quiet. She would not say what she seen. I'll tell you why in a minute.

Moving on to today's session, T wanted a break. Understandably. So, on my way out the door I told S to come with me, since she was sitting on the couch lol. We get there, we talk about what we spoke about before. And what we spoke about before was what she thought about me not seeing them in those 15 months from Feb '18 to Apr '19. She really thought I didn't want to see her. She thought it was because I didn't want to go. That broke my heart. I didn't fall apart, and my voice broke a little explaining that I had to wait all those months for courts and lawyers and covid to happen. AND I would never not want to see her and her sisters. I explained how hard it was on me not to see, or talk to them. I'm so glad we talked that part through. I think she believes me now. Lol. She just never knew because I couldn't tell her at the time. I couldn't tell her " Mummy is getting a lawyer so I can get my rights back" while their dad was listening to every word spoken. I couldn't tell her "your dad won't let me come get you to visit because his gf doesn't want that to happen". All I could tell them was I miss them and wish I could see them. But she was left wondering, "well why not then?" All that time. That made me sad for her young mind. What confusing things for a kid to ponder about her own mum. But we're resolving things, and hopefully I'm answering the questions she has right and as best I could.

Anyways, she reflected on that today, and said she knew I wanted to see them, but I couldn't until I went to court. So, Renee totally just drove into that morning, again. She asked her to recall that night, and what she had seen when she went into that room with T, when I was waiting outside to get them. She was very hesitant throughout the whole thing, but she always answered. I watched my young 9 year old be the bravest little girl. She told us she went down behind T. The lights were on in the room, daddy was laying on his back, with no pants or underwear, carrying K over him like an airplane, but she was asleep. She told us she seen her dad's privates, but didn't understand what he was doing. She knew it was bad, but she doesn't understand it. (So innocent, but now she'll never forget this). So, Renee asked her what changed in her life since that morning. She said she started to live with mummy and Alex and D. Then, spoke about her life at her dads. I was so sad, sitting there, watching her voice breaking as she told us her and her sisters weren't ever allowed to go upstairs. That T had it the worst because their step-mom would always give her shit and ground her to her room and her and K weren't allowed to talk to her. And there were times they went hungry, and had booboed heads full of bugs And even in all these sad stories, her face would light up talking about her having her sister, K, always by her side. They were always sharing a room, and the broken toys they had no choice to play with being confined to their room. After all the stories, and her eyes welling up with tears, S said she's not sorry for being with us, here. Now she has food, her own bed, her own clothes, her sisters, her brother, Alex, no bugs, glasses... idk what else lol. But she doesn't miss it there. She's happy she doesn't have to deal with her mean step-mom anymore. Omg the things they've all been through. I couldn't imagine being in that family, wondering where the hell is my mum. That's what breaks my heart for them. Almost makes me feel guilty and sorry. But I'm doing my fucken best.

On the drive home, I tell her that I know how uncomfortable it is bringing up these things, but it's to help her figure out the confusing things. It's for all of them to get through this mess, and to be happy little content children. I hope I'm making sense to her when I try talk without Renee around lol. I told her, the bottom line was for them to let go of things, so they can move on properly and in a positive way. Idk.

We get home and I needed my stupid mask to go get something for supper, and S stays home, and T wants to come. I take her. And I brought up what S said she seen. I asked her if she's seen her dad's private parts too, and she says idk. I ask, "are you scared you'll get your daddy in trouble if you tell me what you'd seen?" "Yeah. I don't want him to go jail." And I froze there. I didn't know what to say, cuz idk if he'd get jail time, or what exactly is going to happen when the cops finally find him. (BTW, they haven't yet.) But I think she just had changed the subject and I let her. Because it is a short drive. But now I understand why she was so quiet with the counselor. And now I know what we could work on in our next session. Makes sense now.

But I'd just like to say how proud I am of my girls. That moved me, watching S today. A lot of it broke my heart, but to see how happy they can still be here, that made me feel just so proud of their resiliency. Strong, brave girls. I need to write them letters saying how I feel to them. I need to let them know I am here for every step of the way. Omg, my heart. 😩🤗

But holee shit. We didn't do K yet. We didn't ask her to recall that morning yet. Idk if Renee will even bother. Cuz with her, when asked about that morning, she seemed to be not too much traumatized by it. Maybe in her innocence, she just doesn't comprehend how bad it was, and carried on like, "okay, I know that wasn't okay, but we're with mummy now and life is good now" type of way. Never know. Cuz Renee and I discussed that maybe she's not affected as bad as we thought she would be. K didn't even know what alcohol was lol. She didn't get that that was why daddy and his gf would go out, for sometimes days, and come back fighting, or why that's why they'd be kicked out of her house, or why daddy would be acting weird and cry for mummy sometimes, or fight other ppl. She said she didn't know why he did those things. My poor girl. Maybe her young mind just doesn't get the severity of the situation.? We will see.

I just wanted to share how amazing my girls are. And that these sessions are getting us somewhere. This is helping me so much. It's overwhelming sometimes. But to see them flourish is so worth it. Omg. I just feel so good about it. 🙌

Oh, and tonight, my mum and sister R came over to ply cards with me. They're in the city visiting my sister C, so she's back in the hospital. Only one visitor allowed, so our mum went. She told me tonight she's not doing good. That scares me. She's been allowed one visitor since she got here. It's been days. I'm such an asshole. Using work and my kids as my excuse. Like, I am busy and I feel like I hardly have time for anything after-school, but I know I could have went. Idk why I didn't yet. Maybe 2morrow. Maybe these next few days. Idk. Keep you updated with that too.

I'm tired. It's now 1:41. Wrote for an hour and a half. I think I needed this tho. Sometimes I wonder if I should give someone I'm close to this link to these posts and just have at 'er. Lol. Or maybe I'll leave the link in my will haha. Idk. Maybe nobody needs to know what exactly goes through my mind. Whatever... g'night. ✌

Sorry for any typos. Not going through it rn. I said what I said. Lol.

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embyrr922 · 7 years

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we'll fashion ourselves a better fit

because i project harder than an imax, have some nurseydex relationship talks. big thanks to @vicioushyperbolizer for suggesting Shane Koyczan when i was searching for a poem to use in this. (also on ao3)

Dex has never really been one for talking about his emotions, certainly not as plainly and bluntly as he and Nursey have been over the last few months, but he can’t really argue with the fact that they haven’t had the big blowout fight that he’d been worried would come when they first started dating. Between the relationship talks and the therapist he started seeing after he had an embarrassingly public meltdown in front of the team, Dex is pretty sure he’s talked about his emotions more in the last five months than in his entire previous life. He can’t argue with the results, and it has gotten a bit easier with time, but— It’s still really fucking awkward. Which is why he’s been pacing his and Nursey’s room for the last twenty minutes, waiting for Nursey to get back from class. Because as his therapist has pointed out, he’s brought the subject up in every session for the last month and a half, and since Nursey’s the only one who can really settle the issue, at some point this conversation needs to actually happen.

Dex is dragged out of his worrying by what sounds like a buffalo charging up the staircase, and he can’t help but laugh a little. The Haus is old and creaky as hell, but he’s pretty sure that Nursey and Holster are the only ones who’ve ever made that much noise going up and down the stairs. Dex tries to smooth his hair down from where he’s been running his fingers through it (and pulling on it, which is a bad habit that he can’t seem to break). He’s still trying to get control of whatever expression his face is making when the door opens. Nursey drops his backpack next to the door and turns to grin at Dex, pulling him into a quick kiss and what would be a quick hug, except that Dex tightens his arms around him and buries his face against the side of Nursey’s neck. Nursey’s hugs feel so safe, and he always smells warm, and the scared animal part of Dex’s brain is screaming that he’s going to lose this. He allows himself to cling, just for a moment. “Hey, babe, everything alright?” One of Nursey’s hands comes up to cup the back of his neck, and Dex takes a deep breath before straightening up and meeting Nursey’s eyes. “I wanted to talk about something, if that’s okay.” It’s what they’ve settled on to start serious conversations, because it doesn’t help anything to try to discuss something important when one or both of them is exhausted or upset. Dex sometimes hates using scripts and key phrases like this, but it works, and he resents the process a lot less than he appreciates the results. “Yeah, of course,” Nursey says, and Dex has to look away. He goes to sit on the edge of the bottom bunk—technically Nursey’s, but they sleep crammed together in it more nights than not these days—as Nursey drags the desk chair over to face him. Words are always hard for Dex, especially when it’s something he’s feeling vulnerable about, but with Nursey looking at him, open and patient and slightly concerned, they feel almost impossible. “I— Y-you— We—” Dex growls in frustration, now is not the time for his stutter to make an appearance, but Nursey just leans over to grab the fidget cube off the edge of the desk and hands it to him. Dex isn’t sure who it originally belonged to, but it’s shared property now, and he always talks better if he has something else to focus on. He flips it around in his hands a couple of times before he settles on rapidly flicking the switch back and forth, waiting for his breathing to calm. “You knew I was ace before we started dating,” Dex says, trying to lateral his way to the point. “We talked about it. We talked about it a lot.” He glances up at Nursey, who nods encouragingly. “I know you’ve said you’re okay with us not having sex, and I know you’re not lying about it, but I keep being afraid that at some point you’re going to… I don’t know, get fed up and decide I’m not worth it.” Nursey makes a concerned sound and hooks a foot behind Dex’s ankle. “Have you talked to Dr. Ramos about it? I know you said you guys were working on intrusive thoughts.” “Yeah,” he glances up again and catches Nursey’s eyes for a moment before looking away, talking to the wastepaper basket next to the desk. “At like our last four sessions, but none of the counter thoughts I’ve come up with have really been working. We pretty much decided that the best plan was for me to talk to you about it directly, so…” Dex makes a vague, expansive gesture. Nursey takes Dex’s hand, the one that isn’t holding the cube, and squeezes it gently before letting go, shifting his weight in the chair, and saying, “Do you know why you’re worried about it? Is there anything I’ve been doing to set it off?” “I don’t know. I don’t think so?” Dex says, running his fingers through his hair, pulling at it a little, trying to focus. “It’s just, people talk about sex like it’s the most important fucking thing in the world, you know? And I should be able to just trust you when you say it’s not—I want to!—but I hear a girl in my stats class say she’s thinking about dumping her boyfriend because the sex is just that bad or I watch people at kegsters who spend the entire night looking for someone to hook up with and I just—” Dex runs a hand through his hair again, flipping the cube around and rapidly clicking one of the buttons, “I guess the problem is that the only context I have is what other people say, and I’ve got you saying you’re fine if we don’t ever have sex against literally every other time I’ve heard someone talk about it.” Nursey’s quiet for a moment, thinking, and Dex wishes he had something more destructive to do with his hands, like shredding a paper cup. “When I asked you out,” Nursey says, after a small eternity of seconds, “you told me that I needed to be absolutely sure, because you didn’t want to start something if a lack of sex was going to end it. "And I thought about it, Will. I thought about us a year from now, looking for jobs and trying to figure out where we’ll live, apartment hunting together. I thought about us five years from now, with jobs and a life and probably like twelve gigantic dogs because you’re some kind of monster,” Dex huffs, grinning. The dog debate is longstanding and constantly mutating into more and more ridiculous permutations of itself. “I thought about ten years from now and maybe adopting a couple of kids, being dads,” Nursey’s voice has gone soft, and he knocks his knee against Dex’s. “I thought about all of that future, and I want that, I want it with you. Part of being with you is not having sex, and I want that too.” “Derek,” Dex’s voice comes out as a croak, and he has to swallow hard, blinking against the tears he can feel gathering. Maybe three months is too short a time for the amount of love that’s rioting in his chest right now, but Nursey’s looking at him with soft eyes and a soft smile, and Dex can’t help but reach out and cup his cheek, gently pull him in for a kiss, press their foreheads together and try to breathe through the storm of emotions. “I want that. I want all of that so much,” he says hoarsely, pulling back slowly and trying to wipe his eyes surreptitiously. He hates how easily he cries, but Nursey’s never made fun of him for it, never even brought it up. “I just don’t know how to get my brain to stop telling me that it’s something I can’t have. I feel like… like you’re giving something up for me, but I haven’t given anything up for you. I feel selfish.” “Babe,” Nursey says, but Dex can’t drag is gaze up from where he’s staring at his own hands, “relationships aren’t built from a template that you add or subtract from. I never gave anything up to be with you. Us, what we have, we built that from scratch.” Dex keeps staring at his fingers like he hopes they’ll somehow provide the answer to why what Nursey’s saying isn’t helping. It feels like chasing a nasty sliver with a pair of tweezers, every time he thinks he’s got it, it slips out of his grasp and burrows deeper. “I know, I know that,” Dex says. “I’m not trying to be stubborn, but it still feels wrong. It feels like… I don’t know.” They sit in silence for a long time. It’s probably minutes, but it feels like years as Dex tries to let his mind calm, as if the right answer will settle out like sediment. “I think,” he says eventually, “it’s… people talk about sex like it’s food. All the words around it like ‘hunger’ and 'appetite’ and 'sated’. And all the metaphors around it too, the imagery and stuff.” Dex takes a deep breath as the words for the feeling that’s been itching under his skin for weeks finally, finally take shape. He looks up and meets Nursey’s eyes. “It makes me worry that I’m starving you.” Nursey looks startled for a moment, then frowns thoughtfully. “You’re not starving me,” he says, “and I’m not starving myself, either, so don’t start.” Dex hadn’t been planning to, but the thought had occurred. They sit in silence for another handful of heartbeats before Nursey speaks up again. “It’s like,” he says slowly, “if it were important to me, and I asked you to, would you stop eating pork?”

Dex feels all the air punch out of his lungs like he just got checked into the boards as that sliver of doubt is finally, finally pulled out from under his skin. “Yeah,” he says, breathless, “yeah, I would. I— Yeah.” Nursey’s grinning at him like the insufferable asshole he is, and Dex’s hands are shaking just a little with the force of his relief because he suddenly, finally feels like he understands, and abruptly Nursey is entirely too far away. Dex drops the cube as he reaches out and hauls Nursey onto the bed with him. It takes a little maneuvering, but soon enough they’re curled together, facing each other. Dex might be crying, just a little, but Nursey has one hand in his hair and the other around his waist and Dex is hugging him so close that there’s no space between them and it’s good. It’s so, so good. They end up making out on the bed for a while, until Dex’s emotional high settles a bit and they slowly transition to cuddling. Eventually, Nursey drags out his laptop and sets it on their laps. They’ve recently started watching Legend of Korra together, and Nursey’s just cued up the next episode when a thought occurs to Dex. “I think I want to do something like that for you, though,” he says, and Nursey shoots him a look that’s equal parts confusion and concern. “Not— Not as a trade or because I think I owe you or anything, I just think it would be helpful to have something really solid to use as a counter for intrusive thoughts.” “I can see that,” Nursey says, looking thoughtful. He closes the laptop and sets it aside, turning to face Dex more fully. “It’s not like I actually want you to change your diet or anything, though.” “No, I know,” Dex says, taking Nursey’s hand and lacing their fingers together, “and it doesn’t need to be particularly big. Just, you know, something I wouldn’t necessarily do for myself, but that I can do for you.” Nursey nods, and they sit quietly for a moment, this silence so much lighter than the ones previous. Slowly, a smile steals over Nursey’s face. It’s Dex’s favorite, quietly happy with nothing affected about it. He’s seen it a lot since they got together. “I think I have an idea,” Nursey says, standing and walking over to their bookshelf, overloaded and sagging because it’s definitely too small to hold everything that’s been crammed onto it. He pulls out a small book and returns to the bed, handing it to Dex. “Visiting Hours,” Dex reads aloud. The cover is a little worn, and as Dex flips through a few pages, he smiles at Nursey’s handwriting in the margins. “I’ve had it since I was in middle school,” Nursey says, “there’s some really good stuff in here.” “Poetry,” Dex says, letting it fall open to a random page and running his fingertips down a column of text, “I suppose I should’ve guessed.” Nursey flicks his ear, but he’s still smiling. “Maybe you could read one or two a week, give us something new to talk about.“ Dex closes the book again, weighing it between his hands. "I think this is perfect,” he says, then thrusts the book back at Nursey and adds, “read one to me.” “Dick,” Nursey snorts, grabbing Dex around the neck and hauling him in for a noogie. He’s grinning, though, and by the time Dex squirms free (with the help of an elbow digging into Nursey’s ribs) they’re both laughing. Nursey leans over and picks up the book from where it got knocked to the floor, and as they settle back in together, Nursey flips through the pages, seemingly searching for a particular poem. “Alright,” he says, wrapping an arm around Dex’s shoulders. Dex snuggles into his side and rests his head against Nursey’s chest. “I think you’ll like this one. ”During visiting hours I had to read to sick people the kind of people who had no one it was my punishment catholic school community service for farting on a nun’s muffin“ Dex laughs, and Nursey grins down at him before continuing to read. They’re good. They’re so, so good.

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mjsmum · 7 years

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Does a beautiful birth experience even exist?

It might seem as if I've opened the blogging flood gates, but I'm very aware that baby challenges change as quickly as the direction of the wind, and I want to get my feelings in order about some of the early topics before they fade to make way for new parenting dilemmas.

Matilda will be two weeks old tomorrow, and I feel like I'm finally ready to talk about my labour experience. In fact, I may have left it a little too late, as I would contemplate having another baby now - whereas at the time I strongly declared to Jim that we were getting a cat next time!

The naivety of going natural

Like many women, I had a strong desire for a natural, holistic birth experience. I'd like to consider myself a tough cookie when it comes to pain management, and I told myself that the discomfort would only be temporary, and that I could feel empowered by the act of bringing new life into the world with minimal medical assistance.

To support this goal, I started arming myself with tools to help me prepare for a painkiller-free birth. I attended prenatal yoga classes to learn controlled breaths; I consulted a herbalist to learn about natural remedies; I rented a tens machine, and wrote a birthing plan that was all about a water birth and absolutely no pethidine or epidural under any circumstance.

When reality starts getting in the way

The first sign that my birth experience wouldn't be all it was cracked up to be came in week 28 of pregnancy, when I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. After struggling to control it with dietary changes I was put onto metformin tablets with my evening meal, and nightly insulin injections. This meant two things:

1 - I would be induced around my due date if baby didn't make an early appearance

2 - the likelihood of needing extra monitoring was such that a water birth would be highly unlikely

I could write a whole separate blog post on the impact of GD on my pregnancy experience, but the overwhelming effect on my labour plan was one of panic . That my choices were being taken away from me. And it's hard to remain empowered when the things you wanted for your birth experience are being taken off the table one by one.

However, as my due date drew nearer and Matilda's weight and measurements began to shoot off the chart, I was secretly glad not to be enduring the agonising two-week countdown of being overdue, and one day before her due date we decamped to hospital to be induced.

The long wait for labour to begin

In the middle of my labour, my midwife (who was incredible - more on that later) declared that unless it's for medical reasons, she doesn't know why anyone has an induction, and I can understand why. Turns out it involves a whole lot of waiting around - two days in my case - for something to happen.

You're stuck in a side room while women in natural labour filter past you to the delivery suite, with someone poking their head round the door every few hours to take your blood pressure or shove a finger up your hoo-ha just in case anything has kicked off.

The best thing I did during this time was send Jim home for some proper sleep, as we had no idea how gruelling the first few days of parenthood would be. The worst thing I did was to let my mixture of fear and excitement keep me awake at night, as I could've used the energy for labour when it finally happened. However, it did give me the chance to binge watch my way through series 6 of ER on DVD!

Eventually, after a pessary, two gels and a sweep, I began to feel period-like pains in my stomach, and requested some light pain relief from the midwife. A dose of paracetamol and codeine later I got back into bed, and felt something start to trickle down my leg. By the time I got to the bathroom my waters gave way fully, and after a dramatic gush all over the floor I realised I was standing there with soaking wet pyjama bottoms. Things were finally kicking off!

Thank god for a hot shower

I don't actually remember much about early labour - it lasted around 5.5 hours, and Jim came back to the hospital as soon as my waters went - other than the fact I felt very alone. I was only checked by medical staff once or twice during this time, and it was hours before they would internally examine me to see how I was progressing.

It was a LOT more painful than I had imagined, and my yoga breathing went straight out of the window. My cries for more codeine were never answered, but one kind midwife did run me a bath. The water helped but I felt trapped in the restrictive porcelain tub, so got out after a handful of minutes.

Not being able to get comfortable basically summed up the early part of my labour. Standing was too much; sitting on the ball only worked between contractions; hanging off jim's shoulders worked temporarily, but didn't anchor me the way I needed. In the end, my absolute saviour was the en suite shower in my room. I turned it to maximum heat, grabbed hold of the hand rails in the cubicle and swayed from side to side for literally two and a half hours until someone came to check on my progress.

Everything...and then nothing

The good news on examination was that I was 9cm dilated and ready to go to the delivery suite. I'd lost the will to put clothes on by that point, so the midwife wheeled me up there in a towel and blanket with soaking wet hair - oh the glamour!

For me, the first hour in the delivery suite was the only moment of clarity and control in the whole labour experience. My midwife, Toni, was very calm, soothing and experienced. My contractions slowed to a manageable level, and I felt happy enough to proceed with my plan of as natural birth as possible, with just gas and air to see me through.

Had I known what was about to come, I would have taken the epidural offered to me at that point, but for some reason I was still hell bent on this badge of honour of pushing a baby out with minimal pain relief. Next time, I'm taking the drugs!

What should've been the beginning of the end was actually the start of 6 of the most tiring, painful and frustrating hours I've ever experienced in my life. And by the time Matilda arrived, I was so delusional and exhausted I felt like I was having some kind of out of body experience.

The slowing down of my contractions was the first of many things that started to go awry in those last few hours. They had to put me on a hormone drip to artificially stimulate me to contract three times every 10 minutes, and they also gave me IV fluid as Matilda was showing signs of dehydration.

I still wasn't dilated enough to push, so had to put up with a couple more hours of intense pain before being given the green light to start trying to pop my baby out.

Throughout those couple of hours I pleaded and begged to start pushing, but had I known what real pushing meant, I would've shut up and made the most of the gas and air! The physical effort involved with each push was so intense that I was physically sweating, and I definitely shit myself on more than one occasion, but by that point I no longer cared.

Time for intervention

What started to become apparent at the pushing stage was that Matilda just wasn't coming out. As much as I pushed her forward, she started to slip back, and after 90 minutes of body-wrenching squeezes, the midwife made the decision to call a doctor for assistance.

What I didn't know at the time was that doctor intervention had been discussed more than once during those final hours because of my 'failure to progress', but that my midwife fought tooth and nail at every stage to buy me more time. It was this determination that meant I didn't end up having a c-section, and I will be eternally grateful to her for being so persistent.

I don't think I'd really thought about what the end of my labour would be like in advance, but I never got that glorious moment of doing a final push to feel a slippery baby slide into the midwife's arms with a triumphant first cry. Matilda's heart rate began to drop, so the decision was taken to use forceps, and suddenly the room was filled with a team of doctors and nurses.

By this point I was basically hallucinating with adrenaline, pain and tiredness, so the final part felt slightly disembodied. I saw what I could only describe as a giant pair of salad tongs on the side, not realising that they were what was about to help deliver my baby, and then I was being dropped down and tilted backwards on the bed ready for the big moment.

The midwife explained to me that I needed to push hard with the next contraction, as the forceps were there to assist - they couldn't do the job for me. It was this next contraction where I basically had a total meltdown; the pain and discomfort of the forceps was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and instead of pushing I started screaming and begging for them to make it stop.

Here, the midwife stepped in with a bit of tough love and shouted at me to pull it together for the sake of my baby. It obviously did the trick as I gave it one final push and heard the staff telling me excitedly that my baby had arrived!

The eye of the storm - and the calm that followed

Because of the way Matilda was dragged into the world, we didn't get that idyllic moment where she went straight onto my bare chest for skin to skin. I didn't know at the time but her shoulders had got stuck so they'd had to rotate her to get her out. The cord was wrapped around her neck, and her apgar score was only 5, so they rushed her over to the side of the room to give her some inflationary breaths.

I remember everyone being calm but not hearing my baby crying, and repeatedly asking Jim and the staff if everything was ok. Then she let out the first of many wails we have since heard, and they briefly put her on a towel on my stomach to say hello.

At this point I was still lying flat on my back, legs akimbo in stirrups, unaware that I'd suffered a third degree tear and lost 800ml of blood. They explained to me that I needed to go straight into theatre for repair, so no sooner had I met my baby I was wheeled away, given a spinal block, and laid back down for repair.

Strangely, that moment in theatre was the beginning of the post-birth calm. I was so tired and overstimulated that I couldn't really think about the baby I'd left behind in the delivery suite - it almost felt as if it hadn't happened - and I zonked out into a deep sleep during the hour it took them to stitch me back together.

The next thing I remember is being transferred onto a different trolley and wheeled back to the now cleaned-up delivery room. I felt nothing but tingles from the waist down, and waiting for me was a plate of pie and mash and a peacefully sleeping baby, who was placed onto my bare chest. It still didn't quite feel real at that moment, but I wasn't in pain; all I felt was complete contentment.

Processing the reality of giving birth

The first couple of nights after Matilda was born I couldn't close my eyes without getting forcep flashbacks. To be honest, I felt haunted by the whole labour experience, but gradually the horror moments started to fade.

Over the next few days I began to fully process MJ’s birth, and realised that while it had been far from the holistic experience I had imagined, it had taught me some important lessons:

- Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to make life even harder and have a natural birth? Real empowerment comes from making the best decision for you personally, and if we ever decide to go through it again, I will confidently ask for an epidural and feel no sense of shame

- Any woman who delivers a baby is a fucking superhero. Whether you deliver naturally in water or have an elective caesarean, you birthed a baby. That deserves a massive amount of respect

- Nothing that hurts that much can ever be empowering at the time, but you can definitely give yourself a massive pat on the back afterwards for getting through it. You are a female warrior!

- Never underestimate the power of a good birthing partner. I crushed every bone in Jim's hands during my contractions, and yelled at him every time our birthing soundtrack came to an end and needed rebooting, but he will never fully realise how just being there with that support in those moments got me through

- It's OK to come away from hospital with the opinion that labour sucks, and lament the gruelling process your body has been through, and continues to go though afterwards. Because when you're having a 'woe is me' moment you can pick up your perfect, tiny little baby and give her a tight cuddle, and realise all that pain and fear was completely and totally worth it

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