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Okame’s Underbelly: Reunification |4th|

(ShinsoxOC)

Katsumi’s POV (localvillageidiot#0870) and Shinso’s POV (hecker#8339)

Warning: Contains mentions of a breakup, minor alcohol consumption, mild anxiety, swearing, and a wild Denki and Mina

Preview (Shinso’s POV):

| “Dude...what the fuck! Why did you wait until now to tell me this?! I thought you loved me! “ Denki whined with an exaggerated pout on his lips.

I cocked my head to the side “When did I say that?” I questioned with feigned confusion.

“First of all, fuck you. Second of all, I know you love me so shut up. Third, wait we’re on three right? Right. Third, we're besties til death do us part so there’s some invisible contract that states that I get expedited dibs on all your dark, dirty secrets.” He concluded smugly, as if he made a point.

“Oops, I breached the contract." I stated apathetically. "but I told you now, so no need to cry about it.” I went to mock wiping a tear from his face and he immediately attempted to bite my hand. I reflexively shoved him away.

“Why are you like this?” I choked out between laughter.

Denki shrugged. “My body literally microwaves my brain so...maybe that’s why.” |

Beautiful Artwork By: Sinfulhime

1st Chapter - Anticipation

(Katsumi’s POV)

I groaned as I fidgeted with the ugly student mover tee shirt that the volunteer coordinator had handed me to wear for move in day. I can’t believe that I got bullied into volunteering to help students move into the dorms today. Stupid RA asking me for help, stupid RD guilt tripping me into it, stupid students bringing way too much shit. I hate it here.

I was standing by the entrance hoping no one would ask for my help when I saw a small car pull up in front of my dorm building. A boy with wild purple hair got out and was greeted by a blonde, who practically tackled him with a hug. That's adorable. I love when boys aren’t afraid to be affectionate with each other. I watched the two of them talk for a bit before beginning to unload the car. The kid with purple hair felt oddly familiar to me for some reason. I moved out of my hiding spot and away from the entrance a bit to get a better look at him. I started to squint to try and put him into focus when he turned around and noticed my staring. He gave me a dirty look and something clicked in my brain. Oh shit, it’s fucking Edgelord! He turned back around and started unloading his car. I started to walk over, though I didn’t really know why. I guess I just wanted to say hi, maybe check in with him to see how he was doing. I mean, he did bawl his eyes out in front of me and sleep on my couch after all. As I got closer, a question popped into my brain. Wait... what was this kid’s name again? I know he told me.... Sato? Shido? Shit... I can’t really remember. I drank that bottle of soju pretty fast so I was a bit buzzed... Before I could wrack my brain any further, I was right behind him. Well, let's hope he’s still got a good sense of humor.

“Hey Edgelord.”

��Um, hey?” he said, looking confused, but not mad. Well that’s a relief.

“Funny running into you here. How’ve you been?”

I could feel his confusion rise. Maybe he doesn’t recognize me?

“Uh, I’ve been good.”

Well, I’m already here, so lets roll with it.

“Well that’s good to hear. You’ve been feeling okay?”

I smiled at him to try and put him at ease, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. He looked at the ground and shifted awkwardly at my question. When he looked back at me I could feel the anxiety swirl around in his head. When I felt a slight realization from him, I tilted my head to the side as if to ask if he had recognized me yet.

“Y-yeah, I’ve been feeling fine.” he stuttered.

Guess not. I giggled. I didn't really care whether he recognized me or not, but it was good to know he was doing alright.

“Oh good. So, do you need any help moving in? I got bullied into volunteering anyway, so I might as well be of some use.” I showed him the heinous shirt I was wearing and rolled my eyes. He looked at it and laughed.

“Nice, but I think w-”

His friend came up beside him and poked him in the side, apparently really hard considering his clenched jaw, and cut him off.

“What my colleague means to say is that he’s super weak and could really use your help moving in.” the blonde said to me with a sweet grin.

I laughed again and nodded towards the car next to us.

“You got it. Is this everything?”

I leaned down and picked up a box, leaning it against my hip. Edgelord nodded and I followed them upstairs to their dorm. I talked with the blonde as we made a couple of trips between the car and the dorm since Edgelord was being quiet and, well, edgy. His friend was an absolute riot though. I already loved him.

“Who knew Edgelord would have such cool friends? I honestly thought he was a figment of my imagination until I saw him again today. I mean, who even likes grapefruit soju?” We cracked up at the slight jabs I threw.

“Yeah, I think me and Denki got the rest.” Edgelord said, cutting us off abruptly.

I tuned back into his emotions. He was feeling really uncomfortable, as if something I said had shut him down. I was honestly a bit annoyed by his rudeness at first, but I decided to let it go. He clearly didn't want me there anymore.

“Oh, okay cool. I’ll be on my way then.” I said, trying to keep my tone cheerful. I turned to the blonde.

“It was really cool meeting you though! I’m glad we got to talk for a bit. Hopefully I’ll see you around.” I shot him a big smile and headed towards the door.

“Hold on there, stranger! What’s your name?” he called out to me.

“Oh right! It’s Katsumi, but you can call me Kat, everybody does.”

“Hi, Kat! I’m Denki, but you can call me anytime.” He shot me some finger guns, which I found corny, yet endearing.

“Okay, you got it.” I chuckled.

I made my way past Edgelord and left, turning the corner and heading back to the main entrance to help the stragglers finish moving in. I wonder what set him off like that... Weird.

Once the student mover volunteers were released from duty, I immediately called Mina to hang out. She was always the best person to unwind with, especially when I was in the mood to drink a bit after a long day. I dialed her number.

“What it do babyyyyy?”

“My place, ten minutes, B.Y.O.B, I have a couple of beers left.”

“Down, be there soon.”

I hung up and pulled out some snacks for us. Mina arrived a little while later with two packs of our favorite beer and a big smile on her face. We just lounged around and talked some shit about people in our lives that the other one didn’t know as we drank. I loved Mina because she was so easy to be around. We didn’t have to do anything but enjoy each other’s company to have a good time.

“Hey Mina.”

“Hmm?” She turned to me, away from the television that I had put on for background noise.

“Do you remember that guy that I told you about? The one from the summer with the fucked up purple hair that cried to me at a bus stop?”

“I mean, I remember you mentioning it, but I know a lot of people with fucked up purple hair that cry a lot so...”

“Well, I saw him again today. He actually goes to the same university as me.” “No fucking way.” She sat up a bit, seeming more interested.

“Yeah, but he was acting super weird when I was talking to him. It was like he didn’t want to be around me or something... but his roommate was super cool. His name was Denki, I think.”

“Wait what did you just say? Did you just say Denki?”

“Um, yeah. I’m pretty sure that was his name.”

“Blonde, with a black bolt? Corny as hell?”

“Yep, that's the one.”

“Shut the fuck up. This whole time you were talking about Shinso? Like...SHINSO Shinso?”

“Oh my god you're right, that was his name... Wait, how did you know that?”

“We all went to high school together.” she said, leaning back into her lounging position, pulling out her phone.

“That’s crazy, what a small world. Anyway, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick, do you want me to grab you another drink on my way back?”

“Yes please!” she sang.

What I didn’t know was that while I was in the bathroom, Mina was up to no good.

Mina’s Phone

⚡️ Discount Zeus⚡️

Today

Biiitchhhhhh

Speak, wench

You’re living with Shinso this semester right?

Yyyup

And some girl came over today?

A little brunette?

...yes...spill… 👀

SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND

Biiitch…

You’re fucking w me rn???

IM LITERALLY AT HER PLACE RIGHT NOW

NO FUCKING wAY ahkswsuwdl

You know her and my son, shinso had

a lil moment over the summer right??

Yes omfg she told me about it

Dude, fucking EDGELORD??

💀💀💀

STOOOOP

I was hOWLINGGG

⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

LMAOOO

Ok but on some real shit....

Im tryna stir the pot.... You in?

Are you seriously asking me that??

You know I’m always down to rustle

some jimmies 🤠

but like...what we doing?

Don’t tell Shinso anything, just bring him to

Kiri’s party this weekend.

omg that sounds like a scrumptious idea!!

Speaking of scrumptious,

lets get food before. Imy bb

yessssss

& let’s bring our children with us

Marley’s? you know that’s our spot 🤤

YEEESSS MARLEYSSSS im so down

I miss Marley’s I haven’t been all summer

then it’s a must

can’t wait 😈

(Shinso’s POV)

“Dude...what the fuck! Why did you wait until now to tell me this?! I thought you loved me! “ Denki whined with an exaggerated pout on his lips.

I cocked my head to the side “When did I say that?” I questioned with feigned confusion.

“Why are you like this?” I choked out between laughter.

Denki shrugged. “My body literally microwaves my brain so...maybe that’s why.”

I shook my head at him and hopped off the bed to continue unpacking. After a couple minutes, I realized that Denki was too quiet. That was a rarity for him. At this point, he would usually be asking me personal and/or wildly inappropriate questions to catch up on the summer where I went from seeing him almost every day to about once a week. This was a huge difference according to his standards. Yeah, he's kinda clingy like that, but I didn't mind, to be honest. There were a couple weeks in between where I didn't see him, because I was at the start of processing the breakup, using the word process lightly. I looked back at him to see him grinning devilishly at his phone. I assumed he was talking to a potential “date’’ and went back to what I was doing.

About an hour later, I was pretty much done. The only thing that stood out on my side was one large Rorschach inkblot poster above my bed. I had always interpreted it as two kitties playing with a ball of yarn, but I left it up to the viewers interpretation. That and no one needed to know why I liked the poster so much.

“Ayo, Shinso.” Denki called out to me.

I gave him my attention and the look on his face made me a little uneasy.

“Want to go to Kiri’s party this weekend?”

I knew Denki was aware that I wasn’t a big fan of parties, but he seemed eager so it was hard to say no. Since it’s the beginning of the semester, I’ll play nice for now. This wasn’t the first excursion that he had dragged me out on and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Wait, really? That easy?” he questioned in disbelief.

“What do you mean?” I asked, mild annoyance creeping into my voice.

“You usually don’t say yes the first time around. I always have to whip out my boyish charm to convince you.”

I rolled my eyes at Denki, laughing under my breath.

“Also, before the party, we’re gonna eat at Marley’s with Mina and her friend. Y’know, our beloved grease-bucket.”

I raised my eyebrows in mock excitement. I always had to mentally prepare for when Denki and Mina were in the same room. It was easy to get overstimulated with their relentless energy, especially because they build off each other. It was similar to being in a wind tunnel, I would say. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy their combined company. Just…in moderation.

It was finally Friday, and the first week of classes were done thankfully. I was tired of going over syllabi. Denki and I pulled up to Marley’s and she was looking janky as ever. I can’t lie, the food was disgustingly good. It sounds like an oxymoron but I assure you, it’s not. Your tongue and brain were in ecstasy but you could just feel the sludge forming around your heart and slowing it down. I tried not to frequent this place due to that reason. My mouth was already watering as I stepped out of the car. I immediately caught a glimpse of Mina’s pink mop behind the window. The mess we call hair is something we could relate to each other on. She was prematurely flipping us off as we walked by her towards the entrance. Since Denki is an actual child, he immediately ran towards Mina, swiftly sliding into the booth. They embraced each other dramatically with a series of squeals. They pulled apart for a mutual cheek kiss, when a small flash of light connected them.

“Ah! You bitch!” Mina exclaimed as Denki leaned against the table, chest convulsing with laughter.

Mina began giggling reluctantly, before hovering a small bead of acid above her finger, eyeing Denki threateningly.

“No no no, please! I’m sorry!” he sputtered.

Mina raised her brow smugly at his pleading and evaporated the droplet.

“Hey Shithead, I mean, Shinso.” Mina greeted casually.

“Hey, Meanie.” I addressed her with my usual nickname for her, before sitting down.

We all looked over the menu, cracking jokes at eachother like usual.

“Mina, when is your friend going to be here?” Denki asked.

Oh yeah, I forgot there was supposed to be another person coming.

“Uuuuuuuh, right now.”

I followed Mina’s gaze to the entrance of the Diner. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I saw the same little brunette from earlier in the week. My head snapped back to Denki and Mina’s faces. They were deviously chittering to each other and tried their best not to look at me or else they’d lose all composure. I did not look back again and just fixed my eyes on the menu. I heard her footsteps approaching and realized the only seat available was next to me.

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theinvisibledreamergirl · 4 years

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Chap. 1: “The Beginning of Everything”

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3 years ago: 14th of September 2017

“Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to my gem!

Happy birthday to you!”

His soft and playful voice made her giggle when he did an impression of a birthday wish because she knew that he hated to say it out loud.

“Thank you Mr. Standall.” She kissed his lips slowly not letting a yawn to break this blissful moment. “And that was a very good impression on how boyfriends want to make surprises to their girls.” She giggled while tracing with her right palm his grown beard that made her weak whenever it scratched.

“And I’m glad that made you smile.” He gave her a peck on her forehead while smiling aback.

“You always make me happy like no one else.”She said it in full acknowledgment and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving that sympathetic look that Alex knew too well. Whenever those words fell from her lips, he knew that she would get teary so he tried to lighten up the mood.

“Whoa Miss Craig, we haven’t still arrived to the part of being emotional.” He cupped her cheeks in full adoration. “And I haven’t brought your breakfast here yet so…” He got up from their bed while she was admiring at his sculpted body only in his underwear and was catching her lower lip thinking how handsome he was. He wore his shorts while doing another mimic of her while biting her lip knowing she had a soft spot. “Oh Al you’re so fucking handsome ma-”

Before he would finish the sentence, was met with a pillow on his face and a stern voice. “Get my breakfast here ‘cause I don’t want to die hungry.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” He chuckled before bowed down while she was laughing at his poor attempt to be look like a 18th century gentleman but she didn’t care that much. Because her heart was so full and couldn’t be more thankful that he was by her side.

Present day: 14th of September 2020

She woke up from the irritating alarm of her iPhone while groaning loudly. She felt her body sweating on her sheets and knew that the dreams were still appearing in the middle of the night and were not giving her the peace she wanted. She had only been one week in Boston and was hating this city already. Crowded, disorganised, dirty and was nothing compared with Brighton or Washington. Even the great buildings that surrounded didn’t give her a slight awesomeness and rolled her eyes while some tourists were looking wonderfully and snapping selfies. It was 5 AM. She had a bad habit to wake up early in order to work out outside in the nature. Or better saying- somewhere far away from the flowers or trees that gave her allergies even though it was the fall season. But first she needed to change quickly her wet clothes before getting a cold. When she got up from her bed, was met with a wiggling tail and a huffing sound of her best friend- Jonah.

“Hey good morning buddy!” She kneeled down to him while he was licking her hands. “Yup we’re going outside but first mama needs a shower okay?” She kissed his head when he jumped on her bed waiting impatiently for his owner to finish.

She stripped off her clothes and didn’t want to give a spare glance to the scars in her forearms if she didn’t want to experience another breakdown. The warm temperature of the water cascading down her body was everything she needed and let out a content sigh. She mocked at her anti-grease shampoo for keeping her hair done only in two days.

“Bloody shampoos.”

She carefully rubbed the cores of her forearms with her sponge not letting to fall a single drop of blood while wincing. It was such annoying to wait for another year until they were regenerated completely and if not, she needed to undergo a plastic surgery in which she was worried about it.

This day was slightly different from what she’d been used to. It was her first day of work at a hospital after graduating with excellent grades from University College London and got an alumni award for her outstanding performance in saving five people’s lives (including her professor Dr. Sarah Bennett) doing solo operations without the practice and the leadership of an attending. And that’s why she chose Edenbrook Hospital but- with a bit lateness.

It was only three days ago that she got the acceptance e-mail from nonetheless the well known and the most respected diagnostician in the whole country Dr. Naveen Banerji. The reason was that she spent her summer holidays in Italy and wasn’t sure if she was ready to go back in USA almost four years after her parents died. But mostly she still was on search for the truth behind her grandmother’s unexpected death- Daisy Ahmad. A quest in which she hadn’t solved the mystery behind of it.

While putting on her Nike sneakers she took a brief look at the clock on the wall- 5:15 AM. She still had time until 7 AM to catch up for work so she whistled to the husky dog letting him know that they were ready to go- or not until she straightened up her back and raised her eyebrows while looking at the mirror.

“Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me... who’s the most badass woman here?” She chuckled at her poor joke. “Of course it’s me. Right Jonah?” He barked in approval tilting his head, showing his blue sky eyes to his owner’s. “That’s my boy.”

The hangout consisted of walking firstly, because Jonah always came the first into their priorities and sometimes she would call him the King Jonah I and if he would have children she’ll gladly call them Jonah II or JJ. Secondly, it was playing with him and doing some exercises to train him with what she had read in a recent book about huskies. Lastly, it was time for her to put her headphones on and listening to the great Arctic Monkeys band while running for an hour without breaks to the asphalt coastline. And Jonah was more than happy to follow his owner wherever she went.

Annoyed, after finishing her run, she totally forgot that she took a shower already but thankfully her hair was tied up in a ponytail so her tendrils weren’t at least wet. “We got sweaty again buddy huh?”

6:37 AM.

They finally made it back at her apartment and greeted the receptionist Billy for taking the morning shift. She kicked off her sneakers and went immediately to the bathroom to change again her sportswear and quickly finished her body shower. The breakfast consisted of baked bread, white cheese and fiches jam whereas for the husky dog were the raw meats and bones. While she was waiting for the slices of bread to be toasted, her eyes landed to his photograph placed in a black rectangular frame.

“Why Alex?” She whispered to herself and crossed her arms while tilting her head in one side. “Why are you still appearing in my dreams every night? What do you want to tell me?”

It became a monotonous thing for her to see the nightmares of the people who were gone now and the worse part was that they would always appear with unknown causes. Like her parents for example, died not because of a coincidental car accident- but a well-planned one- and after their case was solved, they didn’t appear anymore. She knew that her grandmother’s death was truly a devastating event for her and of course she needed to find the surgeon who took the responsibility to operate her. But what about Alex? She had no clue why this was happening but one thing was for sure... her PTSD wouldn’t stop if she didn’t find out the last parts to complete the puzzle.

After finishing her breakfast she wore her casual clothes despite her efforts in wearing a suit. She was so obsessed with them. Maybe if she becomes a resident... who knows what fate will bring for her? She shook her head in disbelief- she was going to work with Ethan Ramsey and was excited but stressed in the same time.

“My oh my... am I going to work now huh? What do you think buddy?”Jonah twirled around in excitement when his owner opened her arms to reveal the outfit. “You always have liked my style, haven’t you? Can you believe that I’m going to work with the attending who inspired me to be this doctor I am now? Nope, I can’t believe it too.” She chuckled wearily as her memories with Alex came back on her mind. How both of them were determined to be doctors and to be graduated in the same year, then going to their respective inspirational doctors who, for instance, both were in the same hospital- Dr. Ethan Ramsey and Dr. Simon Tennant.

“Y’know Jonah, I was thinking about how this Ethan Ramsey looks like because his face doesn’t appear anywhere. Like I’ve searched for him in any websites possible but no- he’s like an invisible man who has sealed every images of him. Even Simon doesn’t want to tell me and said that I would see him soon. What the hell? I mean can you imagine working with an old man and a grumpy one or who knows... maybe he’s a good one? He can’t be like those snarky and annoying attendees that have always appeared in the TV shows, right?” She twitched her lips in confusion and shrugged. “Whatever. Just wish me good luck.”

She grabbed his collar in the direction of the door but before that she glanced up to the photograph again. A hard lump was formed on her throat re-imagining the scene in which they could leave together but instead... she was going alone. A small and a sad smile tugged on her lips as if he was there too, smiling widely at her and wishing ‘good luck’ and giving a blow kiss while saying ‘I love you’.

Unfortunately the blue-eyed husky was cooing sadly after the owner left him to her neighbour Lola and her husband Mike and he really needed to fit into the new adjustment of lifestyle.

Klaw wanted so badly to drive her car to the hospital because she knew now all the streets of Boston but changed her mind in the last minute to go the metro line that wasn’t far away from her neighbourhood and it took at least 20 minutes. While she was seating in front of the window she opened her messages that popped up on her phone and she frowned in suspicion for who might’ve been. Then she chuckled softly. It was nonetheless than her friends.

Klaw scoffed.

Of course Imy would bring up those numbers as a reminder.

14.09.1995- her 25th birthday.

But she had already discussed with them to not wish her and to not make any presents despite Imy’s insistence to try to forget what happened two years ago that had wrapped their minds for a long time. But there wasn’t enough for forgetting and she still wasn’t ready to move on to another point of her life. She was afraid that if she believed in love again- she would lose it. Just like with Clay and Alex she didn’t want to experience another heartbreak or another trauma.

The great building of Edenbrook Hospital in the heart of Boston Massachusetts appeared in front of her now, where her life wouldn’t be the same again. She felt her quickened heartbeats and her tightened chest by the view and still couldn’t believe she was now a doctor. She shook her head in disbelief again while chuckling.

Well well Dr. Craig, seems like the beginning of everything to you, isn’t it? Just don’t try to kill anyone today. Keep your punches off to yourself.

Everyone were hurrying up and looked they were all in a moment of a rush. She took long stride steps while ogling to the new settlement which later she would call it home. Klaw could hear the urgency of nurses while taking IV’s with themselves to the patients, two doctors wheeling their patients who seemed to have done a transplant operation before, the receptionists talking to the phones and writing the names of those who wanted to leave a meeting with their doctors. Even though this gave her a lightened moment to truly appreciate, she felt lost and didn’t know where to go so she tilted her head to the sides almost panicking.

Is this how all of the interns have been before?

“Are you new here?”

A guy in violet scrubs asked her gently behind her back so she turned around only to see him smile.

“Uhm, yeah I am.”

“That’s pretty good! Are you our new nurse from Delaware?”

She chuckled. “No, actually I’m a surgical intern from London.”

“Oh, sorry.” He said sheepishly. “I’ve been asking all the new female faces here and all of them turned to be interns because we were waiting for a new internal nurse but seems like she’s vanished.” They both shared a laugh. “By the way my name’s Danny Cardinal.”

They shook their hands while nodding. “And I’m Klaudia Craig but please call me Klaw instead ‘cause there’s a loooong story about that.”

“Klaudia Craig... just give me a second to check the list.” Danny run his index finger while murmuring her name until he flipped the other page and her name was the last. “Ha! I found you... Klaudia Helena Craig, the tick is in the box. If I’m right you’re the last doctor who has applied here?”

“Uhm, yeah.” She let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of her neck. “I actually wasn’t sure about this place to apply but- here I am.”

“Well because of Dr. Delarosa’s absence for the moment I’ll do you a quick guide.”

Danny was such a nice guy and now the first friend Klaw made in this hospital. She could see his cheeks flushed sometimes when he made eye contact with her and later he admitted that this year strangely all the new interns were so attractive. With her back-bag in one shoulder she entered the closet room to change her clothes to green scrubs until she saw a woman in her underwear. Embarrassed that she may be interrupting her, made a quick motion of closing her eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sorry I’m truly sorry!” She waved her hand awkwardly and she thought that was such clueless move.

“It’s alright you can open your eyes.” Her accent let Klaw know that she could be somewhere from India. When she opened her eyes- damn it. Danny wasn’t lying that everyone were attractive. She was the greatest example of a hot woman. “And please don’t you know that this is a closet room or what?” She scoffed. “Are you shy?”

Klaw scoffed aback when her last words teased her. “No, but I don’t think I can invade someone’s privacy and that’s disrespectful y’know... maybe you were doing other things rather than changing clothes.”

“Alexa play “The Final Countdown” by Europe for Jackie Varma getting her butt roasted!” Klaw flinched when a half-naked guy barked in laughter. “I’m feeling sorry for you now Jackson.”

“Shut up Lahela!”

“So my prediction was right.” Klaw nodded slowly in acknowledgement thanks to her observation skills, she could see Jackie’s messed hair despite her efforts to put a proper bun whereas the guy named Lahela had a small glitter on the corner of his lips. And she couldn’t feel any prouder.

“You got a smart mouth sweetie don’t you?” Jackie challenged her by inching dangerously close, their faces mere inches apart. Klaw smirked knowingly and slowly lowered her head.

“I do and you should actually be afraid of me, darling.”

Jackie was caught off guard despite her efforts of staying neutral. This girl was so gorgeous and such a smart ass, she thought. She was wondering how her full lips would fit into hers and how her body would arch in the wall while doing to her the most nasty things. And when she got that look- god she thought- she looked even more sexy.

Stop it Jackie.

“I like this girl, she’s just my type.” Lahela added. “Can we please have a threesome?”

“Bryce!” Jackie shouted angrily. “That’s enough!”

So his name is Bryce.

Klaw felt her jaw tightening even though she knew that he was just messing with them. “Only in your dreams big boy.”

“Ouch you are hurting my feelings right now. Look, no one can resist my handsome face... and not even you pretty.”

“I’ll show you pretty when you’ll see yourself with your broken bones.” Klaw smiled wickedly.

“Who’s roasted now huh?”Jackie laughed while Bryce was left mouth gaped from this statement. He didn’t think that someone as beautiful as this girl could reject him in one click. She wouldn’t do that, right? Bryce Lahela had never been refused by any of the girls he encountered with- not even from boys who had tried to have an affair with him. This is was the first defeat he got slapped by and it looked like this first day was going to be a hell. But when he looked deeply in the dark and fiery brown eyes of that lady, he had hopes that she wasn’t a bad person. Maybe she was trying to shove him off or who knew... maybe it was a game plan and for that, he wanted to know more of her.

Be careful Bry. ‘Cause this girl is going to be harder than it looks like. What is she doing to me?

“Whilst I appreciate your words Varma I think we should let this girl present herself, right?”

“This time I agree with you.” Jackie was well aware of his changing of subject and in a brief moment she saw the hot guy going pale and silently thought that he had fallen for her. Yuck.

Klaw smiled. “Okay people I’m Dr. Klaudia Craig, a surgical intern with one condition- only if you call me Klaw.”

“Another scalpel jockey here?” Jackie let out her tongue in disgust. “Ewww.”

“Hell yeahhh.” Klaw rolled her eyes while Bryce was offering his hand to shake hers. “Dr. Bryce Lahela graduated at the top of the class 2020 from Harvard University and selected as the best face from all the nerds around the campus with one condition-” he kissed the back of her hand before winking “-be mine already.”

“As tempting as it may be Dr. Lahela I’m afraid I’m not the first one in your flirting list hm?”

Two can play that game, right? Bryce’s cheeks turned to a light pink as if he felt- embarrassed? Why did this girl make him feel like that? What was her real intention? One thing was for sure- she was different and mysterious. Before he could reply Jackie cut him off.

“Shit! Time is ticking! We must go immediately, the whole atrium is expecting us!”

“Who?” Klaw asked confused and with that expression made Jackie eyeing her incredulously.

“Do you live on earth or what? The doctors, our attendees, our bosses!” Klaw nodded slowly in acknowledgment since she was right. She lived in Moon. “Hurry up, we need to change!”

All of the interns were gathered as they were waiting for the attendees to come at any minute. Lots of unknown faces were about to work together in this place and lots of things were going to change forever their lives. Daniel Griffin appeared among them giving Klaw a small smile but also a relieved one. He still was worried with the yesterday’s incidence where she fought with some random street girls and almost she was caught by the police. He couldn’t ask her if she was okay because she wouldn’t tell him anyway so the only thing that caught his attention was that she was coming with other two strange guys. Not long after that his girlfriend Imy joined them and greeted with a warm smile that always crossed on her face which was why Dan fell in love with her. Again Jackie was disappointed that they were other scalpel jockeys and couldn’t wait to meet colleagues on her profile. The attendees were coming towards them with an assurance and a determination that Klaw felt a shiver on her spine. She spotted her brother (her guardian angel) Simon beside a woman who seemed to be a very important person in the hospital alongside with four other doctors whom Klaw tried to guess if one of them was Ethan Ramsey with the exception of the curly woman.

Or tried to guess- who was the surgeon she was looking after all these years?

“May I have your attention please?” The curly woman spoke up, trying her best to keep her calmness while everyone were speaking aloud until another grunting voice made them startled and turn their heads to them.

“Will you shut your fucking mouths and listen now?!”

Silence.

A genuine and a grateful smile came from the woman mouthing to the man her ‘thank you’ and he nodded in acknowledgement.

“Welcome to Edenbrook Hospital everyone! You have come a long way to be in this place and you have to always remind the Hippocrates Oath: ‘Do no harm’ which is going to be the first thing that comes to your minds. My name is Dr. Ines Delarosa and by my side is Dr. Zaid Mirani, your senior residents who will guide you in every step of the way.”

“Do not consider this as a favour because if you do, then you have to forget your big sacrifices to come here.”

When Zaid almost chewed them with his sentence, Ines tried to lighten up the mood. “But also we’re not the only doctors here- please welcome our surgeons Dr. Harper Emery, Dr. Simon Tennant and Dr. Edgar Allen!”

The speech was started by Harper who stood between the males giving her the authority that she deserved as she looked intensely to every intern.

“Thank you Dr. Delarosa. Again welcome to the most prestigious and the most competitive hospital in our country! I hope all of you have been prepared for this day and for more to come. I’m delighted to work as a neurosurgeon to help and to teach you how important is and what it means to be a surgeon. Mostly about our surgical interns- you will be tasked with a lot of cases from the easiest ones to the most complicated ones. And you have to remind yourselves that you must not neglect any patient because they are all equal and they need the same treatments. I think the doctors would agree-” her eyes flicked immediately to Simon’s, ignoring Edgar’s purposely. “- right?”

“Yes Dr. Emery especially after this looong speech everyone here is more motivated, right?” He mocked playfully while Harper was rolling her eyes.

You'll never change Simon.

“Hi! I’m Dr. Tennant as Dr. Delarosa previously mentioned and I’m a cardio thoracic surgeon, currently the chief of Cardiology Department. Which means that if you notice your heart quickening its heartbeats or if you notice that is breaking into two halves- feel free to swing by my office or in the O.R to fix it.” A laughter was heard among the interns who seemed to be more relaxed and many whispers said that he was going to be their God’s sent angel- which clearly he was. “Jokes aside- this year was the most difficult time to choose the ones you are here because of competitiveness and the strong knowledge you came from your universities, ranked at the top of your classes. What I want to say is- nothing is impossible. Everything can be achieved with work and passion for medicine if you feel it here.” He patted his chest lightly. “But if not-” he shook his head even though his smile didn’t disappear. “- then you weren’t ready for these days.”

A knowing look crossed Klaw’s face; she knew where his limits were when it came to being professional especially in medicine. He wouldn’t tolerate anyone who made unacceptable mistakes and everyone would see his worst side and wonder how this man could change so quickly- something that she was used to.

“Alright.” Harper was nodding and giving an eye to everyone and turned her gaze to the older man. “Do you want to add something Dr. Banerji?”

That’s when Ines realised that she had totally forgotten to mention Dr. Banerji’s name because of Zaid’s distraction.

So he’s Dr. Naveen Banerji- the person who accepted my application.

“Yes, thank you Harper. Well, hello everybody, for all of those who don’t know me yet- I’m Dr. Naveen Banerji the Chief of Medicine, but my real job is general surgeon which I’m very good at it rather than being a chief.” He chuckled and Klaw thought this man was truly like a father to all the interns. “I’m very happy that we have chosen the best students for our non-profit hospital and especially those who’ve already done a big difference during medical school.” Klaw didn’t notice it as Bryce whispered in her ear but Naveen gave her a briefing look before he continued what he was saying. “I hope everyone will get themselves accommodated, making new relationships uh-I meant strictly professional and friendly partnerships.” Everyone shared a laugh. “What I want to say is- if you want to be successful to your job you must at first be humans. If you want to understand the patients you must understand yourselves. And finally as Dr. Ramsey would say you should observe everyone.” Again it was heard a big laughter as he did an impression on him. “Anyways, you will have the chance to know him, now I must go back to work as you should do the same. Have a nice day doctors! We’re expecting the best from you.”

“Thank you Dr. Banerji!” When Naveen and Harper left another attending came in front of the other doctors- Dr. Edgar Allen.

“So, I think now that we have done our pleasantries, I’d like to call the surgical interns names to assign their cases whereas you internal medicine will be assigned under Dr. Delarosa’s and Dr. Mirani’s. Understood?”Everyone nodded and from the looks of it he was the harshest doctor they have encountered by far, leaving Zaid out of the black list.

“I despise this man so much.” Zaid grumbled under his breath enough for Ines to hear it.

“Don’t worry Zaid.” She assured him again with that infectious smile which made him less angry than he was. “He’s always like that. We can’t change someone’s personality hm?” He nodded in agreement.

Before calling the names Simon came closer to Edgar clearly not liking the way he was prodding.

“Shouldn’t you be less grumpy among them? It’s their first day and they don’t deserve this kind of treatment.”

“Hmph. Or what else is going to happen Dr. Tennant? I’m really curious about it ‘cause right now I’m shaking from your concern for such minions.”

Simon felt his narrowed eyes dagger in Edgar’s saying in a hushed tone. “Watch your language Dr. Allen and may I remind you where did your internship start huh?”

“Mass Kenmore.”

“Exactly. So if it wasn’t for Dr. Thorne’s insistence because you saved his life- your ass wouldn’t even reach in this position without him.” Edgar clenched his teeth in frustration knowing fully well that everything what Simon was saying was true. “Now you can continue doctor.”

With that Simon trailed off without sparing a glance to the worried look of interns noticing their little exchange not knowing what was said between them.

Klaw kept wondering where actually Dr. Ethan Ramsey was as he didn’t show up and was nowhere to be seen until Ines answered the same question raised by another intern who seemed to be just as curious as her.

“About Dr. Ramsey, we’re expecting him to come today from the Miami’s conference, so you don’t have to worry- you’ll meet him soon.” She assured the shy blonde guy who seemed to be more relieved now.

But still Klaw had gears on her mind about it if Dr. Ramsey would be present.

And how do we say it?

Some things happen in the most unexpected ways.

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Chapter 2: “First Impressions”

#open heart fan fiction #open heart choices #open heart fan fic #my mc #klaw craig #my writing #rookie writer

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hanbin-s-ssi · 4 years

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🌊 || Kim Hanbin (s)

words: 1.5k

warnings: some swearing | smut-ish | hanbin×idol!reader

a/n: thanks to @domjiwon I now have the fattest sub Hanbin kink so thank you and you’re welcome I guess. Tumblr won't let me tag them and I've also had this in my drafts for maybe 2 years imy

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The door clicked shut much too soon after Hanbin had entered the room and flung himself down onto his bed, an arm draped over his eyes and feet dangling over the edge.

He was sulking.

Which was normal. And he was so tired. Which was also normal; but mostly he was irritated. Why had she decided to show up out of nowhere like that at his fan meeting and why was she wearing that fucking dress? It had been a total of about six weeks and four days since she’d ended things with him seriously– not that he was counting–, some halfassed excuses on her lips about him being too busy to have a girlfriend that wasn’t essentially just a fuckbuddy when she walked out. Also the issue of him being kind of famous had been somewhat a problem as well.

Hanbin found the whole situation quite funny; but only in retrospect because she was famous too and barely had time for him as well… and more often than not she initiated their trysts. She called him.

She was Hanbin’s first everything; crush, girlfriend, lover and he hated her as much as he couldn’t get over any of the time he had spent with her, although rushed and sloppy, in between schedules and cars and away from public view with way too much phone sex and pretending they didn’t have each other lips memorized and their fluids weren’t still dripping off of and out of each other six minutes before the stage lights came on. It didn’t matter how messy it was because she was a part of it and quite frankly he couldn’t get enough of her; this loud, callous girl with too much mouth and sass and fire to give a damn about her idol status.

Hanbin groaned, pulled back into the present as he heard the door click shut.

“Get the fuck out, I don’t want to talk about her,” he grumbled from the bed, statute. Determined not to move. Because the person hadn’t spoken, he assumed it was probably Yunyeong, come to check up on him. You see he’d left quite unceremoniously, barely saying goodbye to the fans and practically sprinted into his room the second they’d gotten home. Of course, the members had seen her there as well. She was quite hard to miss despite having dyed her hair back to a very normal brown and Hanbin had completely been thrown off his usually somewhat collected state the second he caught her eyes. He needed some time alone. Just a little, to get the image of her in that pretty floral dress he liked that flared around her hips and hugged so dangerously close to her chest out of his head. A little too short and a little too low cut and he should be better at ignoring her but god, did he miss her.

She was such an attention whore.

Hanbin thought about texting her: the worst thing to do when it came to exes. But he didn’t know what else to do. Was she even his ex if he wasn’t her only fling? She filled up his space and his head and he was so confused; why was she torturing him like this? If it was solely to get him riled up it had worked, he’d been deathly uncomfortable when he spotted her all the way to the back of the room, her eyes searing over his body. Even more uncomfortable when she plopped her pretty ass down on the seat in front of him and extended their most recent album for him to sign, her lip between her teeth and her ‘fuck me’ eyes on. There were easier ways to get inside his head and she knew them all. So why had she chosen this one?

“Goddamn it, I said leave!” Hanbin pulled himself up, his chains and accessories he still hadn’t taken off clinking in irritation as well as he grabbed the nearest pillow ready to fire at the person who was still in his room, whoever it may be. Yunyeong especially.

He was strict and intimidating sometimes, but never when it came to her. The sentence died on his lips when he took her in at his door. Her eyes were on him, some type of unearthly fire in them and her hands behind her back on the door knob. Her dark brown hair was mussed and fluffed like she’d ran her slender fingers through them too many times and her skin glistening with a thin layer of the Seoul heat, tan and perfect in every way. She looked like a god. Had she ran up the stairs? His voice caught in his throat as he stared back, his pants now uncomfortably tight. That dress would be the death of him and it wasn’t even all that spectacular; pretty pink and green small flowers littered over the dark cloth with some gathering and cut-out detail at her sides and back. It wasn’t that special, he’d seen it enough times on other girls in variation; it was just that she was the one in it.

He hated how much power she had over him. It was ridiculous and pathetic but he couldn’t help it and his dick twitched. He pulled the pillow to his chest, watching her push off the door slowly after locking it, the sound filling his ears like a gavel and making them ring.

“What are you doing here?” he whispered, not meaning for it to come out half as weak or soft as it did but he felt like he should be quiet, reverent below her.

“I missed you,” she breathed, her eyes dropping, half-lidded. She was always so blunt. Unafraid of her feelings, which was probably why Hanbin assumed, it was so easy for her to come and go as she pleased. She did whatever she wanted, whenever she felt like it, including entering and retreating from his mind and body at her whim. “I want you to know I didn’t plan to crash your event. I was on my way somewhere else and I saw you on stage… you looked so good.” her voice dropped as she inched closer to him on the edge of the large bed, her fingers pulling and bending each other and all Hanbin could do was stare and listen and do everything in his power to stop himself from jumping her right then. Thinking about fucking her in that dress was making him dizzy.

He believed her. She’d never lied to him before. She was selfish and impulsive but she never had reason to lie. She shared her feelings like most children did; openly, without forethought and that was something Hanbin had been attracted to in the first place. She was so gorgeous, he could hardly take his eyes off her pretty features, the way her lips, thick and down turned pulled together and puckered when she spoke. Her gorgeous, glassy, brown eyes; rich and swimming with untethered emotion-- mostly just lust-- the flush in her cheeks. He also felt powerful. He’d put a fever in her and he wasn’t even aware of how he had even done it in the first place.

How had he gotten this perfect creature to crave him as much as he did her?

“You have shitty security, by the way. They practically let me walk in.” she was standing over him now, between his legs as he remained still, staring up at her, clutching onto the pillow like it would save him, save her or save them both.

“You’re very hard to say no to,” he retorted, watching her rake her gaze over him, humming low in her throat in concurrence.

“Am I?” her fingernails brushed his jaw lightly, pensive and his skin lit up for her. “I know I was the one who ended things between us,” Hanbin nearly choked from the memory and again as he watched her reach up under her dress, hook two dainty fingers into her panties and pull them down her legs languidly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “But you make me really, really wet.” She stepped out of them, dropping the lacey thing from her fingertip onto his floor, all the while keeping her eyes on his, unabashed. He was going to combust. Maybe it was his lack of experience– this is what he’d been told by Jinhwan when she were still a part of his life– but the girl in front of him was quite honestly, the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

She took the pillow out of his grasp with little resistance and straddled him instead, slowly and with the purpose and the intention of suffocating him in the scent and magnitude of her.

He was going to drown.

His belt buckles and chains dug into her thigh but she didn’t mind, her fingers played at the hair on the back of his neck and she pulled him in, closing the distance between their chests, her breath dusting over his lips, teasing as she pulled back again. He wanted to scream and whine at her to stop teasing them both, but before he could form a proper pout, she pulled him in again, kissing him deeply, like a tidal wave. All encompassing.

Merciless.

#this is a part one #because i wrote this so long ago and ive had writers block for so long djjd #idk when part 2 is coming #im sure all 2 of you will be quite sad lmfao #but anyway #enjoy #mine #ikon #ikon smut #kim hanbin #b.i #ikon bi #ikon hanbin #kpop smut #kpop idol au #ikon fanfic #idolverse #tings #idol!reader

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lilliagradiewrites · 4 years

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off limits // jj maybank (part one)

Summary: John B’s 16-year-old sister Cacey Routledge is coming to stay with him in the Outer Banks for the summer. Before she gets there, John B warns his single, heartbreaker of a best friend that his little sister is off limits. But what will happen when feelings develop between the two?

Pairings: JJ x OC! , pope x kiara, john b x sarah

A/N: Hey babes! I decided to delete unexpected because I didn’t really like it lol. This is in replacement of that story! I created an instagram for the two main OC’s in this story: Cacey and her best friend Lina! Follow Cacey @caceyroutledge, and Lina @lina.mads :) love you guys and i hope you enjoy this book! (if you’d like to reblog it would be very much appreciated!)

Part Summary: Cacey is introduced to the pogues!

Part Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, vaping, mentions of marijauna. (nothing worse than what’s in the show lol.)

let’s do it !!

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As soon as Cacey Routledge stepped of the ferry, the vexatious humidity of the North Carolina coast hit her. The sixteen year old was already hot and sticky, and she’d only been off the ferry for five seconds! She gasped as the bright sun pierced her eyes, and she held her hand up to block it out while she removed her sunglasses from the top of her head and placed them on the bridge of her nose. As she searched the dock for a certain familiar face, she felt her phone buzz from her back pocket. When she lifted it, the screen lit up to reveal a text notification from her best friend.

linaaaa: send me photos bitch!! imy already :(((((

Cacey laughed at the message before quickly typing out a reply.

cacey: i will dw! i just got off the ferry lol. and imy more!!!

After pressing send, Cacey clicked the off button on the side of the device before shoving it back into her pocket. The girl continued the search for her brother on the crowded ferry dock. It was only a few moments before she spotted him. There he stood, his unbuttoned orange hawaiian style shirt making him stand out from the pastel-polo clad crowd. Cacey could recognize those shaggy brunette locks anywhere. “Bird!” She called for her brother, running towards him. To her annoyance, the rolling of her suitcase on the dock’s uneven wood slowed her down significantly.

Hearing his nickname, John B looked around, searching for the source of the yell. Finally, he spotted her. He moved towards her, meeting Cacey in the middle. “Bear!” He cried out, using her nickname as she had used his. He pulled her into a tight embrace. “I missed you so much.”

Cacey hugged him back, smiling at the old nickname. “I missed you more!”

Pulling away, John B draped his arm over his sister’s shoulders as he led her to where his old beat-up volkswagon was parked. “So, what’s up with you? What have you been up to?”

Cacey smiled. “Nothing much, to be completely honest. My life’s pretty uneventful. I hang out with my one friend and that’s about it.”

John B nodded in understanding. “Oh, right! That one girl. What’s her name? Uh... Lindsay?”

Cacey laughed. “Lina.” She corrected. “But yes, her. How have you been? Still hanging out with your same group?”

John B nodded again. “Yeah, the pogues. I can’t wait for you to meet them. Kie and Sarah freaked out when I told them we’d have another girl for the summer.”

As the two approached the large van, John B motioned to the left, a gesture for Cacey to get in on the passenger side. Cacey nodded and went to move, and felt something tug against her suitcase. She realized her brother was grabbing it for her. She smiled in thanks and went over to the passenger side door. John B tossed the suitcase into the back of the vehicle before climbing in the driver’s seat and shoving the key into the ignition. When they began pulling out of the parking lot, Cacey began the conversation again.

“So, Sarah. Is that the girl you told me about?”

John B smiled, his cheeks going slightly pink. “Uh, yeah. That’s her.”

Cacey giggled at her brother’s reaction. She shoved his shoulder playfully. “Birdie’s got himself a girlfriend!!” She squealed. Her brother laughed along with her.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He turned the steering wheel, directing the van down a back road. “What about you? You got yourself some guy in miami?”

Cacey shook her head. “Nah, not right now. I broke up with Maya two months ago, and it was kind of messy. I figured it was best to focus on me for this summer.” John B nodded, then furrowed his brows.

“Maya?” He questioned.

Cacey nodded. “Yeah. Did I not tell you about her?” When her brother shook his head, Cacey gave a quick explanation. “She’s my ex-girlfriend. We dated for eight months until I found out she had been cheating on me. When we broke up, she blamed it on me. Told everyone I was awful to her and that I was ‘Manipulative.’ She’s super popular, so everyone believed her over me. Lina was the only one who knew I was telling the truth. That’s how I lost all my friends.”

John B’s brows remained furrowed as he processed the information that he had just been given. “Okay, first of all. Girlfriend? You... You’re- You like girls?”

Cacey’s eyes went wide and her cheeks went red. She couldn’t believe what she had just done to herself. How could she have been so stupid? “Uh...” She searched for an excuse. How did she forget that she hadn’t come out to her brother yet? She eventually decided it was no use, and she might as well use this as an opportunity to tell John B. “Yeah.” Cacey finished. “I forgot I haven’t told you. I’m... uh... bisexual. I like girls and guys.”

John B’s eys widened as he nodded. “Oh.”

Cacey watched him intently. His expression was unreadable. “Are you... like... against that?” She questioned nervously.

John B shook his head quickly. “No! No, of course not! Kiara, one of my friends... she’s uh... pansexual, I think?”

Cacey smiled in relief.”Oh, okay. Good.” She chuckled nervously.

John B noticed his sister’s discomfort and decided to change the subject. “My friends are really excited to meet you. They’re all waiting at the house for when we get back.”

“For real?” Cacey smiled. “I can’t wait to meet them all! They all seem super dope, based on what you’ve told me.”

John B grinned. “They are.”

Watching her brother, Cacey felt genuinely happy for him. She could tell, just by his smile, that he had some great friends, and that he loved them dearly. She was so excited to meet them all and to get to know them.

“Tell me about your girl.” Cacey says.

John Bs pupils dilated, and his cheeks went pink. Simply at the mention of Sarah. “She’s amazing. She’s funny, and kind, and absolutely stunning. And she’s there for me, all the time, no matter what. Even if I’ve been a dick, or I did something stupid. She’s there when I need her.”

Cacey giggled lightly at her brother’s description of the girl. “You’re whipped as fuck, huh?”

John B laughed at her comment, and hit her lightly on the shoulder. “Shut up!” He said. He turned the corner, pulling into the entrance of the Chateau. “Here we are!” John B announced, parking the car and pulling the key out of the ignition.

Cacey threw her door open and bounded out of the car, bursting with excitement to meet the pogues. As she approached the front door, she was flooded with a wave of nervousness. What if John B’s friends didn’t like her? What was she going to do all summer if they didn’t? Her brothers voice pulled her abruptly from her thoughts.

“You ready, Bear?” John B said with a warm smile. The familiar nickname grounded her. After a minute, she nodded. She was ready. John B turned the door handle and opened the door.

Walking into the house, she could tell that it was messy. Random pairs of shoes sat in random spots on the floor, and opened beer cans littered the counters and tables. Cacey could, however, tell that her brother had made an effort to tidy the place up. The effort wasn’t quite effective, but appreciated nevertheless.

“It’s not much.” John B said, running his hand through his long hair. But it’s home.”

Cacey smiled at the tall brunette beside her. “It’s perfect.”

John B smiled back down at her. Much to John B’s dismay, the sweet sibling moment was ruined by shouts outside. Cacey head snapped to the side. Through a window, she saw a group of teenagers seated in hammocks and chairs around an unlighted fire pit. They were laughing and talking, carefree and happy.

The pogues.

Cacey smiled at the sight of them. As she watched, she felt a hand on her back, leading her out the backyard.

. . .

Introductions to the pogues went well. Cacey met all of them one by one, and hit it off with each person easily. An hour after the routledge siblings had arrived at the chateau, they all sat outside. Kie, pope and Cacey all in chairs around the fire pit. John B and Sarah shared one hammock, while JJ occupied the other. As the group laughed and talked, Cacey couldn’t help but admire the blond. He was tall, muscular. Hot. Cacey was drawn to him from the second she laid eyes on him. Once, he had caught her watching him. He simply winked and looked back over to John B, who was telling a funny story. Cacey went red. She thanked God that she was sitting down, knowing her legs would have turned to jelly had she been standing.

Kiara turned to Cacey, breaking the girl from her thoughts. “So, Cacey. Tell us about yourself.”

Cacey smiled. “Okay. I’m sixteen. I live in Miami with me and John B’s uncle. I go to an arts school, Alexander Cay School of the Arts, on a scholarship. I have a dog named Ryder and a best friend named Lina. And that’s about it.”

“Cool.” Sarah said. “I love Miami. I went there once with my family on vacation. The beaches are absolutely beautiful.” Cacey nodded. “Yes, they are. I love it there.” Sarah smiled, and Cacey smiled right back.

“What’s cool is that you go to ACSA. That school’s, like, super prestigious. How’d you get a scholarship?” Kiara said enthusiastically.

“Cace is an amazing singer.” John B said. “A scout saw a video she uploaded online and offered her a full ride for all of high school.” The expression on his face was full of love and pride for his little sister.

“That’s awesome!’ Kie exclaimed. “You’ll have to sing for us sometime.”

“Yeah.” Cacey nodded. “Maybe I will.” She looked over at JJ, who blew a ball of smoke in the air and sucked it back in. As he exhaled, Cacey nodded, impressed. “Damn, JJ.” She said. “That was a clean ass ghost.” JJ smiled at her. “Thanks.” The blond leaned forward and held out his juul towards Cacey. “Want a hit?” Cacey was about to take it from him when John B voice interrupted.

“No, she doesn’t.” He said. Cacey looked back at her brother and rolled her eyes before taking the vape from JJ. “What flavor pod?” She questioned before pulling a long hit.

“Mint.” JJ answered. Cacey’s brows furrowed as she exhaled. “I thought they discontinued those?”

“They did. I had some stocked away.” JJ explained. Cacey nodded before taking another hit. She inhaled, then demonstrated her best ghost for the blond. Kie uttered that she was impressed, and Cacey smiled. JJ couldn’t get over how hot it was.

Cacey took one last hit, knowing it would take only three to get her buzzed. She blew large, clean o’s into the air as she handed the juul back to JJ. “Thanks, man.” She said as he took it and took a drag. “I’ll let you hit my disposable later.”

Through the whole encounter, John B sat silent, his mouth agape. “You- you vape?” He asked his sister, dumbfounded.

“Yeah.” Cacey nodded. “Not proud of it, but I do.”

“What the fuck! That’s so bad for you, bear!” John B cried.

“I know. But I’ll be fine.” Cacey said, brushing her brother concerns off.

“Do you smoke and drink too?” John B questioned. he couldn’t believe that he had just watched his previously innocent little sister hit a juul.

“Yeah. So what? I’m young. And I know you do that shit too.”

JJ chuckled. “He only drinks. He’ll smoke with me every once in a while, but it’s a rare ocurrance.”

“Jesus, John B. You’re lame as fuck!” Cacey exclaimed. The group laughed at this.

The rest of the night consisted of laughing and talking. Cacey eventually ended up with a beer in her hand, much to her brother’s dismay. At around 11:30, the youngest routledge stood and announced she was going to bed. After saying all of her goodnights, Cacey headed inside. She undressed and then flopped dramatically onto the bed of the Chateau’s guest bedroom. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #obx #obx fic

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sevngmin · 5 years

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pas de deux; hhj

synopsis: who knew your fellow dance captain would develop feelings for you?

a/n: happy birthday allison @jinnielovebot !! ik we hardly talk nowadays wifey imy lets catch up soon<3333

genre: fluff;; based on jeongin’s and hyunjin’s excerpt in a-teen!!

member: hyunjin

word count: 958

“That’s it for today’s meeting! You guys are dismissed.” Minho dismissed the team, clapping his hands together, “y/n and Hyunjin, I hope you’ll do a good job in leading the team when I step down.”

You and Hyunjin were elected as dance captains of your team, Danceracha. Your ex-captain, Minho was stepping down, and everyone was sad to see him go.

“Yes, sir!” Hyunjin mock saluted Minho, which he earned a playful slap from, “We’ll miss you.”

“You won’t miss me you idiot,” Minho scrunched his nose, sparing you a playful glance, “with y/n around, I believe you guys can lead the team better than I did.”

“Come on!” You whined, “Our team got gold in that competition because you choreographed and directed the whole thing.”

Minho shook his head, giving the both of you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, “Two dance captains are better than one. I believe in both of you. How can the power couple of Danceracha go wrong?”

“Minho!” Hyunjin blushed, “W-we’re not a couple—“

Here’s the thing, you like Hyunjin.

The golden boy, eye candy of almost every girl, that one student with the perfect 4.0-grade average, the best dancer of your year. What’s better, he’s really friendly and nice too, which makes it hard for people to even dislike him. He might be strict when it comes to monitoring but ends up always being the mood maker of the team.

At the end of the day, you needed to separate dreams from reality. Though dating Hyunjin might be one of the best possible scenarios you could ever imagine, the odds of Hyunjin actually confessing to you were actually zero to none, you thought. Why would the perfect boy fall for you, out of so many other better people out there?

“yet.” Minho raised his eyebrows, smirking, as he slung his backpack over his shoulders, “I hope to hear good news when I come back to visit!”

“Do you want dinner?” Hyunjin looked at you bashfully, “My treat. Minho can get a little delusional sometimes. Don’t mind him.”

“Yeah sure,” You bit your lip, “Nah, it’s fine. 3 years in Danceracha and he’s still the same.”

“Right?” Hyunjin scratched the back of his head shyly, “Do you want to try the new Italian restaurant nearby? I heard the spaghetti is not bad.”

Your stomach grumbled at the suggestion, earning a giggle from Hyunjin, “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

You really wanted to be anywhere but at the restaurant right now.

Everyone in the restaurant was dressed in smart casual attire, a stark contrast to you and Hyunjin’s dance attire of oversized shirts and slacks. Both of you had messy hair from the intense practice earlier on, contrary to the neat or done up hair of the rest of the customers.

“Hyunjin,” You whispered, “Isn’t this place a little too fancy? The people here are dressed nicely and we’re here in our slacks and oversized t-shirts.”

“It’s fine,” Hyunjin seemed unbothered, handing you the menu, “I’ve been here many times in my dance attire too. No one actually cares because the food right in front of them is better.”

You nodded, taking a glance at your surroundings again, indeed, like what Hyunjin said, everyone was engrossed in their own conversations or eating.

“Then I’ll get an Aglio Olio please.” You gently closed the menu, “And plain water for the drinks.”

“Healthy,” Hyunjin commented, turning to the closest waiter in sight, “Can we have our order taken?”

“You know,” Hyunjin wiped his mouth with the napkin, “I heard there is some spicy stuff going on in the team.”

“What is it so spicy that I didn’t know of?” You rested your elbow on the table, leaning closer to Hyunjin, your ears tipped red in the process. Thank goodness for your hair and bad lighting in the restaurant.

“Okay, so,” Hyunjin cleared his throat, “A likes B.”

“Wait,” You frowned, why can’t you tell me their names?”

“To protect their identities,” Hyunjin waved off, “anyway, B likes another person named C. However, another person named D likes C.”

“Woah.” You exclaimed in fascination, sometimes you wished you actually had enough interesting happenings in your life to actually narrate it to someone else, “So what happens to C?”

“D is going to confess to C.” Hyunjin says, looking away awkwardly, then facing you again, “What’s your type, y/n?”

“I like guys who are tall and handsome, young and rich.” You joked, then seeing Hyunjin’s shocked expression, ‘What’s with that face? I’m kidding. I don’t have a certain type though. As long as they are willing to listen to me and treat me well I guess that would be nice.”

“Look, y/n,” Hyunjin bit his lip, “I can’t promise that I’m all of “tall and handsome, young and rich” but I can assure you that I’ll always be here to listen to you, and bring you to only the places with the best food to eat.”

“Thanks, Hyunjin,” You smiled grimly, “But why are you telling me this?”

“I like you, y/n.” Hyunjin confessed, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

If you had to think of a word to describe your day, it would be “shock” or “stunned”. Never in your life, you would expect Hwang Hyunjin to like you back, heck, even confess to you.

“Ilikeyoutoo.” You spluttered, the red from the tips of your ears spread to your cheeks.

“What?” A smile was spread across Hyunjin’s lips, “I can’t hear you.”

“I said, I like you too!” You huffed, “And yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“My girlfriend is cute when she blushes,” Hyunjin pinches your cheek affectionately, “and when I can finally call her mine.”

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #hyunjin fic #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin scenarios #kpop fluff

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evilcharming18 · 5 years

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Ruby Red Tattoo Shop

I’m late as always but it’s still the 14th in the west coast so...🤷🏾‍♀️

Here’s my entry for day one of Azula Week 2019, Tattoo Shop AU

“You know I don’t think any of us ever imagined you turning out like this,” Zuko says softly as he takes in his sister’s office. The artwork covered the room from the floor to the ceiling, none of the original wallpaper could be seen. Instead, you saw all of Azula’s artwork, the rough sketches and the paintings that she worked on for weeks, the doodles that were done while waiting for her next client and the messes of paint and fire that were thrown together in some of her fits of rage. Everything Azula was and wasn’t covered that room completely, a full expression of what Azula was actually like. What she liked, disliked, felt was surrounding them both. Those walls showed him a completely different person from the Azula he had known in the palace, the Azula he had grown up with, was jealous of, had feared and had overcome. The Azula that was perfect and exact, the Azula who always had a plan and never failed, the Princess Azula.

“Yeah, well neither did I Zuzu,” She scoffs back, keeping her eyes glued to her paper as she continued to draw her latest piece of work. She had a client coming tomorrow and she wanted every line of this tattoo to be perfect. She never gave her clients anything less than perfect. She couldn’t let herself.

“I didn’t even know you could draw like this,” The Fire Lord continues to look around her office, at the intricate pieces of artwork that surrounded him. Never in a million years could he see his sister being an artist, she had never shown an interest in art and for her to grow into not only an artist but a tattoo artist was a shock to everyone. The sounds of her brush moving over the paper were the only sounds that filled the room and Zuko couldn’t help but feel awkward. As if he was with a stranger and not his sister.

“There is a lot that you don’t know about me. It’s not like you ever tried anyways,” While the response sounds nonchalant leaving Azula’s mouth, it hit Zuko like a ton of bricks.

“Azula, that isn’t-”

“Nope, stop right there,” Azula finally looks up at him, a glare fixed on her face and heat surrounding them suddenly. This was the face he was used to, the glare, the anger, the preciseness of every feature of her. And this was the Azula that she was trying to let go. A sigh leaves her mouth and she shakes her head for a moment. “Do not come in here, into my home and business and try to act like we were something we weren’t. That you were some sort of caring brother or that Ursa cared or that anyone in the godforsaken palace gives a damn about me. If you want to come here and check in on me, make sure this isn't just a cover for my plot to take back the throne, go ahead. Want to watch me do what I do best because you’re interested, fine. But don’t try to make some petty excuses when I say nothing but the truth Zuko,” She tells him, the heat leaving the room as quickly as it had appeared and the fallen princess picks up her paintbrush again, resuming the stroke she had left off on. She wanted to get as much done as she could before her client for today arrived. And she didn’t want the stress or discomfort of Zuko hanging over her. She didn’t need to make any mistakes today. She would not let Zuko and his nonsense throw her off.

Zuko stared at his sister for a while after her harsh glare had left her face and her focus had returned to her artwork. Azula was right, back then he hadn’t cared much, his jealousy got in the way of him caring. Caring the way he should have. And after learning about how Ozai truly treated Azula behind closed doors, he only feels guiltier that he hadn’t cared more.

He was distracted by his own thoughts that he barely heard Azula speak up until she repeated herself, “How long are you staying in town this time Zuzu?” She asks him and he clears his throat before answering her. “Not long just until tomorrow. I just wanted to check in before I continued my journey to Ba Sing Se.”

“All alone this time?” She asked, her tone almost curious.

“The Gaang decided to look around the shops around the city.” He answers and she nods.

“No one wanted to accompany you on your visit to your crazy sister huh?” She says with her usual smirk but he shook his head.

“Azula you know that’s-“

“Zuzu I’m kidding, I wouldn’t want them here anyways. Why are you so defensive?” She says and Zuko frowns.

“Because I want you to feel welcome at home and with us,“ Zuko tells her genuinely and Azula rolls her eyes.

“You’ve never tried before so why try now. I am fine where I am-“ Before Azula could finish her sentence the bell above the front door rang and she sighed. She knew exactly who walked through that door. It was her client for the day and she had hoped that Zuko would be gone before she had gotten here. The woman was a dear friend and Azula didn’t need Zuko ruining things for her.

“Who is that?” The Fire Lord asked and Azula puts down her paint brush, closing her jar of ink as she ignores Zuko’s question. She stands from her seat and goes to the shelf on the other side of the room, finding her box of tattoo supplies and the drawing she was looking for. She turns around and looks at him, irritation forming on her face.

“That is my client for the day so you’re either going to leave or sit out there silently and watch me do what I do.” She explains quickly, her voice reminding him of how she used to sound and he nods, moving towards the door of the office so he didn’t irritated her further. Azula leaves her office and is almost knocked to the ground when her client hugs her.

“Azula!! I haven’t seen you in months! How are you?” Imi asks excitedly, still holding her in a tight hug.

“I have been good Imi, I’d be better if you weren’t crushing my lungs.” Azula breathes out and her fellow firebender lets go of her.

“Oh sorry, I just missed you is all.” She laughs and then looks up to see Zuko standing in the corner. She gasps and instantly bows for the Fire Lord.

“Oh you don’t have to do that.” Azula groans as she moved to her chair and table, setting her things down. Azula watched as Zuko turned red and Imi continue to bow. She shook her head and began set up for Imi’s tattoo, ignoring the foolishness that was taking place. Her friend only wanted a small fire lily on her back, nothing too difficult but she still took it very seriously.

“What do you mean, it’s the Fire Lord, of course I have to bow.” Imi tells her and Azula rolls her eyes.

“It’s just Zuko, he’s nothing special,” Azula says indifferently. Zuko makes a face before sitting in a chair on the side.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Fire Lord Zuko,” Imi tell Zuko and he smiles at her.

“The honor is all mine. It is not often I get to meet one of Azula’s friends.” Zuko starts. “Actually, how did you become friends with Azula?” He asks and she smiles brightly.

“I met her in the Asylum, at first she was a little reserved but one day she helped me with a particularly rude guard and we’ve been friends ever since. She’s the best friend I’ve ever had,” Azula freezes at Imi’s answer. She could feel Zuko’s eyes on her as she takes a breath and recomposes herself before finishing up her set up process. She hadn’t expected Imi to say that, sure they were close but Azula didn’t think she was her best friend. She thought Imi would have friends all over, friends kinder and better suited for Imi than her.

“Your best friend huh?” He comments and Imi nods, a bright smile taking over her face.

“Of course. She’s the best person ever, don’t you think?” Imi says as she starts to walk over to the chair and got in position for the tattoo. She removed her top shirt, leaving her in her wrappings that covered her chest, just enough room for the Fire Lily to go on her shoulder blade. She lays down on the chair on her stomach and turns her head to look at Azula who had a frown on her face. “What’s wrong Zula?” Imi asks and Azula looks her, her features softening as she looked at her friend.

“It’s nothing, you ready for this?” She answers and in turn asks, and Imi nods.

“Of course, I’m so excited!” Imi answers and Azula smiles.

“Well then let’s get started,” Azula says. She wipes Imi’s back with the alcohol to sterilize it before placing the ink stamp on her back. The ink takes and there’s a nice outline of the flower on her back. The former princess used her firebending to sterilize the needle she planned on using before taking the first dip into the permanent ink.

Zuko watches as Azula begins to pierce Imi’s skin with the ink covered needle. The girl didn’t seem to be in too much pain though this was clearly not Imi’s first tattoo. The girl’s arms had a ton of them which seemed out of character for a girl as bubbly and happy as her. He paid attention to Azula’s every move as she traced every line perfectly, nothing out of place. It took over two hours for her to complete the piece of art, layer after layer until the ink was dark on Imi’s tan fair fire nation skin. Azula hadn’t even broken a sweat and quickly cleaned off the tattoo before rubbing some cream over the area. She allowed Imi look at the tattoo in the mirror and as soon as Imi saw it, she wrapped Azula in a tight hug again.

“Oh I love it so much Zula, it’s gorgeous! You never let me down, ” Azula stiffens for a second before relaxing into her hug. She could feel Zuko’s eyes on them which made her uncomfortable but she wasn’t going to let him ruin the moment.

“I’m glad you like it. You deserve nothing but the best.” Azula tells her. Azula begins cleaning up around her area before looking back at Zuko.

“Done enough snooping for today. Finally sure I’m not on a rampage,” Azula asks him and he sighs.

“Azula you know that’s not why I’m here, it’s never why I’m here, not anymore. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Zuko tells her and Azula shakes her head.

“Sure zuzu, and I’m a flying Bison.” She responds sarcastically.

“You know I actually came to invite you back to the palace, we’re having a dinner in honor of the 10 year since the end of the war and I want you to be there.” He tells her and her guard instantly rises back up at the mention of the war.

“Why would I come to that. To be surrounded by people who hate me. I’ll pass,” She dismisses it quickly to keep her emotions in check. She really didn’t want to be having this conversation in front of Imi. Not that she was embarrassed but her past was not something she was proud of and didn’t need to be mentioned in front of the only friend she had.

“Fine Azula, i just thought I’d ask anyway. I actually think it’s time I’d head back to the inn before they send Aang looking for me.” He tells her and she scoffs.

“We wouldn’t want them getting the idea that I killed you now would we.” She mutters and Zuko sighs.

“It was a pleasure meeting you Imi,” He says with a small smile before moving towards the door. “I’ll be back in two months Azula and the offer still stands, you can come home to the palace any time you’d like.” He tells her firmly before leaving out of the door.

A ragged breath leaves Azula’s mouth as she turns to look at Imi. The girl has a sympathetic look on her face and it makes Azula uncomfortable. She could tell that Imi wants to say something but doesn’t know if she should.

“Go ahead, say it.” Azul tells her and Imi nods.

“I think you should go.” Imi rushes out and Azula’s eyes widened. Out of all of the things she could have said, she didn’t expect that.

“I can give you a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t go.” Azula tells her and Imi nods.

“I know but I can tell he really misses you. Sure it had been bad but it’ll never get better if you don’t try.” Imi tells her and she pauses. The girl had a point but why try, she knew that they’d always view her as a monster.

“Maybe so but I’d rather keep what I have than risk losing it for people who will never truly accept me.” Azula tells Imi, who sighs.

“I just think you shouldn't give up yet.” Imi tells her and moves to carefully put her top shirt back on. Once it’s on she looks at Azula again with a small smile. “Just think about it, okay,” She tells her and Azula nods.

“Okay.” Azula agrees, “Will you still come to help me with the shop tomorrow?” She asks and Imi nods.

“Of course! I’ll be here bright and early!” Imi smiles and Azula smiles back.

“Thank you Imi, so I’ll see you tomorrow.” Azula tell her, her voice lighter than it had been. She never expected to have a friend like Imi but she was so glad she did.

“See you tomorrow Zula!” Imi tells her before leaving out of the shop.

Azula begins to clean up the shop so she could close for the day, she couldn’t help but to think about what Imi said. Maybe she should take him up on his offer to visit the palace, maybe Imi was right and he truly missed her and wanted to get to know her. But she was fine where she was, she had Imi, she had her shop. What else did she need, she never had a true family so why did she need one now.

#Azula week 2019 #azula #avatar the last airbender #azula and zuko #zuko #fire siblings

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mama-m1na · 5 years

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Journey of the Chaos Trio: Chapter 2

~~~II~~~

The following morning a funeral was held for the king despite it being against the traditions of the kingdom.

“Viren, this is ridiculous,” a member of the high council said as they led the procession, “We are to mourn for seven days before holding a funeral for a king.”

“I understand, Opeli; however, these are times of war, the kingdom needs to move on and plan for the future,” the male retorted.

“Viren, even so it’s too soon! He was just taken from us a few hours ago, look!” the female gestured towards the raven haired maid who walked behind them.

She wore a black dress that with full sleeves under a black cloak with the hood flipped up. Despite that it could be seen that her hair was let down by the few locks that escaped the hood.

Feeling eyes on her, the female’s head tilted up to reveal her eyes dull and face bearing no emotion despite the tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“The people need more time!” the woman spat as they approached the graveyard.

Ignoring her, the mage had the body of the king placed on the pedestal and stepped forward to make a speech.

“Today we woke to a devastating truth, our king has been taken from us. Slain by the forces of Xadia, vile Moonshadow elves,” the male started earning gasps from the crowd and a weak glare from the ravenette from under her cloak, “To me he was more than a king. In his final hours he called me his brother.”

“Wait,” Opeli said with a glare, “Where are the princes? They need to be here.”

“The princes are dead.”

This statement caused pure rage to fill the ravenette.

“We must move forward with strength!”

With every word Viren spoke more of Rhamina’s aura leaked from her body not hiding her emotions at all, unlike her face which remained devoid of expression, not that anyone could see it.

The aura could be felt in the dungeons, in Viren’s study, and in the forests by five females. Four of which knew exactly where it came from.

“Light the pyre,” Viren ordered turning to the other members of the High Council.

“No,” Opeli replied, extinguishing her torch.

The rest followed suite and one by one the flames went out.

“Claudia,” the mage sighed as he turned to his daughter who chanted her spell, eyes glowing purple, as flames lit the large torches before lighting the body of King Harrow.

“When a ruler of Katolis dies, we mourn for seven days,” began Viren as he turned back to the crowd, “but today we are at war. Today, we must mourn sevenfold for tonight there will be a coronation.”

As soon as the funeral was over Rhamina retreated back to her room with the cloak still over her as she sat on her bed with her knees hugged to her chest just thinking.

Just thinking, until she thought, ‘My sisters, the Princes, they need to know.’

Without putting her shoes back on, the cloaked female made her way outside of the castle to a small pond where she kneeled in front of the water and removed the hood from her face.

She closed her eyes and hovered her hands above the water while letting her energy flow from her hands into the water, praying her sisters were near water.

“Srevir taht egdirb su rehtegot, egdirb em dna ym sretsis,” she chanted as a glow came from the water before dying down.

When the light had disappeared the ravenette looked down to not see her reflection but the faces of Sam, Kerstin, Tijarah, and Chloe.

“Mina, what happened?” Kerstin asked, “Where are you?”

“Why are you wearing all black, Mina, it looks like you were at a funer- oh,” Chloe said watching the saddened expression on the ravenette’s face.

“Dad, is dead,” she whispered, “the funeral was held this morning by Lord Viren but where are the boys tell me they’re with you!”

“Callum and Ezran are fine they’re just asleep,” Sam said as the seventeen-year-old sighed in relief, “Why?”

“Lord Viren, lied then. He said the boys were dead as well,” Rhamina explained, “Anyways just continue to keep them safe.”

“When are you going to catch up with us?” Kerstin asked, “We’re already on our way to Xadia.”

“At this point I don’t know if I’ll be going with you guys,” she sighed brushing her hair behind her ear.

“What do you mean, Mina? I know you actually respect, Dad’s orders and-” “His orders were to stay with the boys and keep them safe,” Rhamina explained cutting off Sam, “And I’m following the second half. Lord Viren is planning something that will make this war worse and I plan on somehow messing it up. Plus if I’m here I can keep you all updated on what’s happening.”

“Mina, the Callum told us what happened with you guys and Claudia,” Sam said, “She’s going to get suspicious.”

“I can protect you all better from here, trust me,” the ravenette tried.

“...You’re planning on saving someone aren’t you?” Kerstin deduced remembering how her sister works, “Fine but you better be alive when we get back.”

“Don’t worry I will be,” Rhamina chuckled before looking at the sun, “I better head back before they start to wonder where I am. I’ll be sure to check in with you guys everyday.”

“Mina, wait what do we tell them?”

“Who?”

“The princes.”

“Oh,” Rhamina said looking down at her hands, “I’ll leave that up to you but for now I have to go. I love you guys.”

“I love you too, Mina.” “I love you, Mina-chan.” “I hoot you!” “Love you, Mina.”

Somehow getting back into her room without being noticed, Rhamina just sat on her bed for a few minutes before getting out a pen and a journal before writing some things down.

About twenty minutes passed before she could hear a conversation from outside her room.

“What? I don’t want to get near that monster!”

“None of us do but someone has to give the elf its food. Orders from Lord Viren.”

Rhamina interupted the conversation by opening her door startling the two bickering maids.

“Miss Rhamina-” “I’ll do it.” “Huh?” “I’ll take the food down to the elf,” the ravenette explained the hood still covering her face.

“Are you sure, I mean he is the one who killed King Harrow,” the older woman said, “will you be alright?”

“I’ll be fine, I need closure and what’s a better way than facing his killer,” the teen said looking down at her hands, “Plus it’s not like we’ll talk much, I’m just delivering food.”

Without another word the female still donned in all black made her way to the kitchen to pick up the meal before making her way to the dungeons.

“Can you give us some privacy?” Rhamina asked the guards standing by the cell that held the king’s killer.

They gave her strange looks before nodding Rhamina patting one on the shoulder as he unlocked the cell door before walking down the hall.

Opening the cell door, the female saw the terrible condition of the elf.

‘Poor thing,’ she thought entering and closing the door behind her, setting the tray of food down momentarily so she could light the torch, ‘He was already beat up from the fight, did they have to make it worse?’

With light in the small room she looked back at the male to see his eyes still closed as he ignored her.

“I’m sorry all this happened to you,” the ravenette spoke quietly as she approached the male.

The male snapped his head up at the new voice and glared, stopping the girl in her tracks.

“Tell your master, I will say nothing,” he hissed glaring at her with turquoise orbs.

“I’m not here to interrogate you,” Rhamina spoke once again, “I’m just here to give you your food.”

She then kneeled in front of the elf as she took out a ring of keys from a pocket hidden in the skirt of her dress before unlocking the chains that held the male’s wrists up.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a glare as the female stood back up and moved towards the tray she left by the door.

“I’m sure it would be difficult to eat like that,” she said placing the tray in front of him before removing her hood, “and no I was not supposed to do that, so I suggest you eat quickly before the guards come back.”

“You!” he gasped as the girl sat against the wall with her face revealed, “You’re the girl from last night.”

“Yes?”

“Who are you?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“I’m Rhamina Miyu, a maid of this castle,” she said not looking at him, “employed by King Harrow.”

“You know that’s not what I asked,” the male hissed still not moving towards the female.

“Then be more specific please and please just eat,” the ravenette said glancing at him as she brought her knees to her chest, “It’s bad enough with your injuries, I don’t want you malnourished as well.”

“That was the language of the ancients,” he explained, “How does a human like you even know of it?”

The ravenette sighed before turning her head to the male, “Eat first and I will answer your questions, otherwise I will stay silent.”

Slowly, the male reached towards the food on the tray and brought it to his mouth, his eyes not leaving the form of the female who had closed her eyes and leaned back on the wall.

“Mezame sa sou uta o, hito wa kokoro de kurikaesu,” the female began to sing softly as her pendant began to glow a soft purple, “Hikari kie ta sora ni, ai tomosu yo ni.”

“Inori sasage te mo, hito wa ayamachi kurikaseu,” she continued as the glow began to radiate and eventually reach the male who felt a comforting aura surround him, “Da kara yurushiaeru, nan do mo umare te yume o mi te.”

“Owari naki tabi no naka de, dare mo mina sagashi teru,” Slowly the wounds on the male’s body began to heal as the female continued her song and the glow of the pendant became more prominent, “kono inochi no imi o.”

The glow died down the elf was free from all his wounds except for his missing horn and only looked up at the female in shock.

“Why did you-” “I’m not answering until you finish your food.”

The male narrowed his eyes once again but did as told and after he finished asked, “Who are you?”

“I already answered that question-!”

Rhamina was cut off as she was tackled to the floor by the male with her wrists pinned to either side of her head.

“Stop playing dumb!” he hissed hovering just above the female who’s heart was starting to beat faster.

‘Shit!’ she thought, ‘Hot guy in my face! No, kill me now please!’

“And that necklace where the hell did you get it?” continued the male, “The one who gave it to me was a black fox.”

“Mhm, yeah very interesting,” the female yelped as her face began to heat up, “can you get off of me please?”

He looked down as his eyes met brown irises speckled with flecks of gold that sparkled as they caught the light of the single torch in the room and realization hit him.

“You’re that fox aren’t you?” he asked calming down and loosening his grip but at this point the female didn’t move.

She was too flustered for the closeness and the fact she had been caught.

Her head flicked up when she heard the distant sound of armor and she said, “They’re coming, please get off and get back. I’m sorry but I don’t know what I can do for you right now.”

The male agreed while keeping his now interested eyes on the female as she locked the chains around his wrists with a pained expression.

“Please forgive me,” she whispered into his ear as she placed the keys back into her pocket, “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Runaan,” he said earning a confused look from the female, “You asked for my name that day.”

As the female collected the tray the cell door was slammed open by Viren.

“Rhamina,” he greeted, “What are you doing here?”

“I just finished giving him his meal.”

“I’m surprised you volunteered to come down here,” the male said with a raised brow before looking to the glare of the elf.

“If I was going to get over it I needed to confront it,” the ravenette answered not turning to face the Lord.

“I see, you are free to go.”

Rhamina sent one more worried gaze towards the elf as she exited the cell and ascended the stairs.

Meanwhile, the four other human girls along with the princes and the female elf named Rayla were on their way to the Banther Lodge to get a cube Callum thought would be useful.

“Don’t worry it’s spring there won’t be any humans there,” the prince confidently stated, “It’s a winter lodge and it’s spring right now.”

“Callum, you’re going to jinx us,” Tijarah stated from her spot with the other four girls.

When the group arrived they looked around and Callum smirked.

“I told you,” he chirped as the others only sighed.

“Where is the cube so I can get it?” Rayla asked causing the boy to draw the room on a page from his art book before handing it to her.

“It’s in the game room.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a bit,” the elf said pulling her hood over her head before moving towards the lodge.

After about ten minutes Chloe flicked her head to the treeline and Sam asked, “Are your Mina senses tingling?”

“No, but I sense danger for us,” Chloe said as a familiar figure came out from the trees followed by her troops.

“Oh, shit it’s Mom,” Kerstin said recognizing the armored female as she approached closer.

“What?” Callum asked turning to the treeline.

“Auntie Amaya!” both princes exclaimed once they saw the general of Katolis.

“I’m glad you all are safe,” Commander Gren translated as Amaya began signing things, “And you girls, isn’t Rhamina supposed to be with you?”

“Um, Mina got sick and wasn’t well enough to travel with us but she contacted us this morning and said she’ll be coming once she’s well enough,” Kerstin said thinking of a cover in literally two seconds.

“Has she been taking her vitamins?”

“Yeah, she just got caught in the rain,” Sam added as she leaned onto Kerstin, “You know how she is.”

“Poor girl and that immune system of hers, well we better get inside,” Gren translated as the female walked towards the door.

“Um, that door is locked,” Callum said, “So you can wait here for a few minutes, however long it takes to find a key-”

Before the male could finish his rambling the male Kicked down both doors with cheers from the four girls about her being a badass.

“I don’t believe in locks.”

After looking around Gren translated, “Someone’s here.”

At this point the group was pretty much panicking as Callum started acting really suspicious until Ezran stepped forward and said, “I skipped breakfast?”

The general gave a disappointed look as Gren translated, “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

As the mother like figure walked to the kitchen three of the four girls glared at him as Tijarah whispered, “Next time let one of us do the talking.”

The next few hours went as bad as one could possibly think.

Rayla was discovered and captured; in order to escape Callum had unknowingly offended Rayla.

As the three were going down the river on a boat the four girls found another boat and followed them.

“What are you doing?!” Gren translated.

“It’s our job to stay with and protect the princes!” Sam yelled up.

“It was Dad’s last task for us and we’re going to keep with it!” Kerstin added as they followed down the river for them.

“You found it?” Callum asked as the elf tossed him a cube with runes for the six primal source of magic.

“It’s a toy,” Rayla sighed, “Probably from a children’s game. I hope it was worth it, risking everyone’s lives.”

“Guys, if Mom is going back to the castle won’t Mina be in a complicated situation?” Kerstin asked suddenly remembering their sister back home.

“Don’t worry about her,” Tijarah said as she laid at the bottom of their boat, “She can play it off being the devil she is.”

“And you’re one to talk,” Sam scoffed in reply flicking water at the female who screeched in response.

“At least I’m not thirsting for a creeps dick!”

“Lord Viren can call on me anytime,” Sam replied starting to act really inappropriate.

“Sam cut that out, Ezran is literally in the other boat!” Rhamina’s voice said as all the girls went to the edge of the boat to see the face of their sister in the water.

“Mina, what’s up?” Kerstin asked.

“Nothing, I just had a feeling Sam was being a reverse pedo, again,” Rhamina said, “I have to go though, so bye.”

Back in the castle Rhamina sighed as she looked back to the basin of water then back to her reflection in the mirror.

She was wearing one of her better looking dresses due to Viren’s unjust coordination.

“I really hope he burns,” she muttered as she put her hair into a low bun with two hair sticks, “But I have to keep up an act for now until I can get Runaan out and myself out safely.”

Rhamina stood in the crowd by the gates looking up at the balcony as the male stepped forward.

‘Oh how I wish to burn you to the ground,’ she thought as she felt a snarl build in her throat.

“People of Katolis, King Harrow’s death has wounded us deeply, but the loss of his sons is a greater injustice,” he spoke once again bringing rage to the female who fought to keep her aura restrained, “By taking the heirs to the throne, our enemies sought to leave us without a leader.”

“It would disgrace Harrow's memory to allow the kingdom he loved to be lost in darkness,” he continued as the female caught feeling of two familiar people, “Though it is a heavy burden, I will humbly take up the battle in Harrow's name. I will become Lord Protector of the realm.”

Rhamina could feel herself smirk as the sound of horses echoed throughout the filled courtyard and Gren exclaimed, “Stop! Stop the coronation! The princes are alive!”

“Mom!” the ravenette exclaimed as she looked up to the female general and her helper.

In a few minutes she, Viren, Rhamina, and Gren were all gathered in the throne room as Amaya began to chew out Viren for being shady.

“Then why don’t you take the throne?” Viren suggested, “I will support you one hundred percent!”

“The throne stays empty until the princes are found,” Gren translated causing Viren to leave with a huff.

Rhamina watched as the door closed before launching herself at the woman who was the only one to not be knocked over so far.

“I missed you, Mom!” she chirped as she looked up into the woman’s dark brown eyes.

“I missed you too but you knew about the princes being alive right? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Mom, my final orders from King Harrow were to keep Callum and Ezran safe,” Rhamina explained, “I can’t do that without a head now can I?”

The woman sighed before wrapping her arms around the seventeen-year-old tightly.

“Thank God you’re smart.”

At around midnight the ravenette made her way back down to the kitchen to grab a few slices of meat and bread before going back to the dungeons to be faced with the guards again.

“Miss Rhamina- what are you-” the male was cut off by his vision going black as his body slumped to the ground.

“I’d say sorry but it’s not like you’d remember this happened anyway,” the ravenette spoke as her pendant stopped glowing.

Quickly finding the ring of keys, Rhamina hastily unlocked the cell door and was met with open turquoise irises.

“Why are you still awake?” she asked as she walked over and unshackled his wrists.

“I should be asking you that question,” he replied as she stretched while the ravenette looked him over.

“No new injuries that’s good, did he ask what happened to your wounds?” Rhamina asked as she sat in front of the male.

“No, that man just seemed adamant on asking me repeated questions,” Runaan replied while watching the girl pull out a small parcel from her pockets.

“Here, it’s better than what you had earlier,” she said unwrapping it to reveal fresh bread and meat.

“Are you actually a human?” the male asked picking up the food.

“Of course I am, why do you ask?” Rhamina questioned as she played with the ends of her long hair.

“That aura from this morning and just a few hours ago,” he started in between bites, “That was yours. Humans cannot generate such strong auras. Along with the fact that when I first met you, you were a fox.”

“Who says it was mine?”

His raised a brow and the ravenette sighed, “Yeah, it was mine.”

“As for the fox thing though, magic does a lot,” the female shrugged who earned a small glare from the male.

“Must you keep lying?”

“If it avoids confrontation then yes,” Rhamina chuckled, “I suck at confrontation. Please forgive me.”

“I will if you answer me this,” Runaan said as he set down a piece of bread he was working on, “Why did you save me then and why do you continue to do so now?”

“There was no reason to, especially now,” he continued, “I am your enemy and I killed your king.”

“Okay, first off you aren’t my enemy,” Rhamina said, “You’re just another living being who is doing as their told. You haven’t done anything to me and I don’t think you will.”

“Second, I saved you because, well…” the ravenette sighed, “I don’t know. Back then I was just focused on surviving because I lived on the streets, well that’s what I kept trying to tell myself but I always found myself doing shit like that even if it could cost my life. It didn’t matter because back then I thought I was worth nothing so I had nothing to lose. Even now that the stakes are higher and I know I should just stay in my own business… I just don’t want this war anymore and the violence between the races. Personally though I think I got attached to you.”

She looked up at him as she continued, “It’s one of my many flaws, I get attached way too easily… I’m just… fuck me… I’m just fucking weak.”

“Even if I know I can’t do anything I still try and I’m disappointed by the results even if I knew it would happen,” she muttered, “Fuck, just kill me.”

“That’s not a flaw,” the male said watching the female start to spiral, “It’s a good trait to care for others the way you do. It’s a trait I wish the rest of your race had. Had it been that way then maybe this could have been different.”

“I like you,” she chuckled looking up to the male with a large smile, “I don’t care if you don’t see me the same way but you’re my friend now and there’s no escape.”

“I don’t think I would mind that,” he smiled back.

“Are you sure?” she asked with a raised brow, “I’m a handful and I’m really annoying.”

“I’m sure I’ve had worse,” the male chuckled as his mind went to a certain female elf in his team if assassins.

“... Bet,” the ravenette smirked, “I am able to drive off the forces of hell with how annoying I am.”

“So, who is this ‘worse’ you speak of?” Rhamina asked after a few moments of silence.

“Rayla, she’s the youngest elf on my team,” Runaan began with a small smile, “She’s like a daughter to me.”

“She was the elf that was with the boys, right?” the teen asked somehow remembering the female’s name amongst the chaos of the previous night.

“Yes, she’s very skilled. Perhaps more than any of us; however she hesitates,” explained Runaan as the ravenette nodded.

“I’m guessing that she’s still pretty innocent then,” she concluded, “Must be nice to actually value life like that. I’m jealous.”

“What do you mean?”

“As of now I could either kill with no meaning or have emotions override and I couldn’t bare the thought of taking a life,” the teen explained looking down at her hands, “I’m the ultimate hypocrite, I want this war and violence to end but at the same time if I was put under certain circumstances I would enjoy taking part in it.”

“Have you ever taken a life, Rhamina?”

The ravenette shook her head before speaking, “No, but I’ve come close and I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Then you still have that innocence in you as well,” the male spoke earning a chuckle from the teen.

“I wish,” she replied looking longingly into nothing, “I’m only innocent in one aspect. My mind is broken and it will never be repaired. It broke quite a long time ago.”

“What is Xadia like?” she immediately asked again wanting the attention diverted from herself, “I’ve heard stories from the people here but I’m sure they are one hundred percent wrong.”

Still curious as to what the female meant, Runaan begrudgingly went on to describe the lands of Xadia that humans could no longer visit peacefully.

He described the beautiful forests, mountains, and lakes.

He described how magic was almost everywhere one could look and how his home village was.

“That must be so nice,” she sighed as she laid on the floor while looking up at the male, “I mean here isn’t that bad, there are some good people, some bad people that’s how it is. There’s a balance and people will try to disrupt it but it will always equal out.”

“Can I suggest something weird?” Rhamina asked as she sat up and turned to face the male.

“Go ahead.”

“The concept of Good and Evil doesn’t exist.”

“What?”

“I mean if you think about it those who are classified as villains do what they do for a cause they think is just in their moral system and actually see the hero as their villain,” she explained, “And vice versa. The concept of Good and Evil actually depends on all perspective. So if someone were to see both sides as they were there would be no Good and Evil only two people making changes based on their ideals.”

“However, there is no true way to completely understand this concept,” Rhamina sighed, “Because prejudice will always get in the way, even if one thinks they are completely unbiased they will always have an opinion that will sway them one way or another.”

As they continued to converse the sun began to rise and the ravenette sadly had to lock him back up before giving him a quick hug.

“I’ll see you in a few hours then.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

~~~Fin. Chapter 2~~~

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Warnings: None

Songs used: “Song of Healing” - Lost Song

Picture: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/153966880982052569/

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#Journey of the Chaos Trio #Rhamina Miyu #Chapter 2 #Kerstin Vera #Samantha Fatimah #Tijarah Charlize #Chloe Rayer #Kitsami Verum Princeps Ibadora #Sora Byvrirth #Rozen Nylraevni #The Dragon Prince #Fanfic #Runaan

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rmjunhao · 6 years

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[ beyoncé voice ] bitch, i’m back by popular demand.

hELLO!! to all you oldies, hey. imy. & to you newbies, hey!! i’m yumi and i have here for you, xu junhao, blessed w diamond mimicry! he’s a 19 year old disenfranchised first year majoring in business w concentration in international relations. he’s also alpha’s hazing target & the initiate most likely to be dropped and if that doesn’t scream Hot Mess™ to you then ,,, good 4 u.

on a side note, i’ve revamped a few minor things abt him & his background which is all conveniently included for y’all under the cut. read: i made him a bit more angsty purely for the sake of my own personal entertainment.

anyways, i’m super excited that rm is up and running again!! and of i’m so excited to write with y’all so smash that like button if you’d like me to slide into your ims for plotting purposes ofc (((; i also have a twt ( @sichengly ) and a discord ( yumi#1724 ) if that makes life any easier for you.

soOoOooOOo yeah, pls love me and my revamped boy. over and out.

profile ! mutation ! bio !

born in hong kong as a big shot celebrity child to a former gold medal figure skating olympian turned ceo & a model/actress. he’s known as hui janho in cantonese, though he goes by xu junhao as well. probably goes by jun a lot.

obviously he had to play the part of the perfect son so learning how to act & also being in the center of the public eye is something that became normalized in his life from a very age but eventually he grew to love the attention, the endorsements, the lifestyle

junhao by nature was a Wild child, the type to mess around and get himself almost killed if his parents turned around for two seconds

story time: 7 yr old junhao for some reason thought it’d be a brilliant idea to try to rollerblade on his slip n’ slide because that acceleration tho—yeah he has a long jagged scar on his left knee from that despite his mother’s expensive anti-scarring creams bc his toddler fingers couldn’t help but pick at the scab!!

parents signed him up for all kinds of sports as soon as he could freaking walk to channel some of this reckless energy into something more productive

eventually stuck with rugby & was well on the path to playing professionally with various uni scouts fighting to recruit him until the Incident during 12 grade

naturally a very social boy and made friends left and right ,, but of course his lifestyle led him to come off as snobby to some people

a fellow high school classmate was one of said people and clashed w junhao from the start ,, now junhao isn’t known for being a pacifist and he kinda got a kick out of egging this boy on bc let’s be real, he’s your typical, immature teenager

one day the snide remarks escalated into a full on fist fight in which junhao’s powers manifested for the first time

imagine punching and being punched by a blindingly bright boy whose skin is literally as hard as rock that also happens to be 183 cm tall & 65 kg of mostly muscle ,, yeah it didn’t end very well for that boy

lots of outlandish rumors spread about what happened that damaged his public image and he lost a lot of his university offers because of this

parents wanted to send him away so he could learn to “fix” this issue somewhere far away from them so they gladly pulled every string in the book to get him into gumi although he did have to take a gap year bc of this mess

he’s having a hard time trying to come to terms w the fact that he’s been practically disowned and no longer has half the luxuries he took for granted. he’s trying to pass as nonchalant & carefree abt his fall from grace & as far as the general public knows, he’s being shipped all the way to s. korea for uni bc he’s the new youth ambassador for a pro mutant-human coexistence organization. but he really misses rugby & just his old lifestyle in general :((

stumbled upon seoul’s underground fighting scene by accident one weekend and now he’s using it as an outlet for his pent up angst & stress & also as a source of income bc he needs the money now. it also gives him a nice rush whenever he wins & makes him feel kinda nostalgic. in cases like these, he quite likes his mutation bc it’s lowkey enough that the moderators don’t know that those rock hard abs still stay tht way even after eating 20 big macs

personality wise, he’s like your stereotypical loudass 19 yr jock who rarely takes anything seriously, says bro & dude too much, laughs at dick jokes, & doesn’t know when is not an appropriate time to snicker at vines on twt. he can’t deal w anything emotionally charged and uses humor as a way to hide the fact that he can’t do the whole feelings thing

trouble kind of always follows him around ,, he’s always got stupid ideas that he’ll act upon before thinking through the consequences but it’s always minor things like ,, he’s not a murderer or anything

lowkey a closeted kpop girl group fanboy!! like he listens to twice and momoland on the daily ,, knows all the dances to all the songs ,, u get the gist but stfu he doesn’t like talking about it

all in all, a Hot Mess™ trying to live the gucci gang life okay he’s not as bad as he sounds pls love him

#( ` ° I 💎 yumi—ooc #rmintro

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lokiandbuckyaremine · 7 years

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I’ve Missed You

Summary: Living in England is hard. Especially when you are an Avenger and your boyfriend is Bucky Barnes. You decide to surprise Bucky one day, since you miss your Super Soldier so much. ~ Requested by @thatbitchsaidhi

Warnings: Some language and fluffiness. (Can never get enough of it)

A/N: I want to thank @thatbitchsaidhi for all of the awesome requests she gives me. Please feel free to request ideas to me. I have a prompt list that you can bounce ideas off of. I enjoy writing SO much!

“I miss y/n so much.” Bucky said, as he was preparing for a mission. Steve patted his best friend on the shoulder. “I know Buck, but she has a life in England and is looking after her parents.” Bucky sighs. “I know, but I wish she was free to travel over here whenever she wants to. Maybe her and her parents can live here.”

Steve chuckled to himself. “Yea, ok. I’m sure Tony would greatly accept her and her parents in his tower.” He picked up his bag and looked at Bucky. “Well dammit Steve. I have a girlfriend…I should be able to see her whenever I want to.” He huffed and picked up his bag. He not-so-gracefully threw it over his shoulder and stared at Steve.

Steve sunk his shoulders. “I completely agree with you Buck, but you need to see it from her standpoint. She has parents that really need protection. It is not that she doesn’t love you, she just has a lot of things on her plate right now.” Bucky sighed and shrugged. “I guess you’re right. I’m being a little selfish.” Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s ok Bucky. You’ll see her soon. Now let’s get going before the quinjet leaves without us.”

The boys both left the room, until Bucky halted. “Wait, Steve! I forgot something.” He ran back to his room and went over to his nightstand. He opened the drawer, and fished out a picture of you and him on the beach. In the picture, he was kissing your cheek while you smiled and took the selfie. He smiled to himself at the memory before jogging back to Steve.

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“I really miss Buck, mum.” You said to your mother on the porch of your house. She sipped on her tea and looked at you smiling. “I know, dear.” She paused looking down at her cup. “You should go to him.”

You looked over at her and shook your head. “But mum, I need to stay with you. You can’t be left alone.” She reached over and placed her fragile hand on yours. “Darling, he loves you and you love him. As much as I love you, you have to do what is best for you. If visiting Bucky makes you happy, then so be it. Don’t let me get in the way of you being with him, y/n.” She smiles softly at you and you start to tear up. “But mum, what if something happens and I’m not here to protect you.” She giggles to herself. “Oh y/n, nothing will happen. You are an Avenger and can teleport quicker than I can snap. I’ll be fine. Go see him.”

She stands up from her chair and walks over to you. You stand up and wrap your arms around her. “Thank you mum. Thank you so much.” She places a soft kiss on your cheek and pats your arm. “Oh and y/n, tell your friend Steve I’m still waiting for my dance.”

You giggled. “Ok mum, I will.” You gave her a small kiss on her head before leaving to your room to pack up. As much as you badly wanted to visit Bucky, you were so worried about your parents. Being an Avenger had its perks, but it also had its dangers. Staying in England was the only thing you could do to keep your parents safe from Hydra or anyone else. You were called frequently for missions and had to teleport to New York. Your mom especially needed protection because she was going through the early stages of Alzheimer’s. She was fragile and with your dad working all of the time, you needed to look after her. But she was right….you needed your freedom. And you needed Bucky.

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When you arrived to the Avengers’ Tower, it was morning. You teleported yourself into Bucky’s room, hoping to find him still asleep in bed. To your disappointment, his room was empty. You looked at his alarm clock and it read 6:30 am. He was probably on a run.

None of the team was up at this time, so you decided to go to the kitchen and make pancakes for everyone. The tower was so quiet, except for the muffled snores you heard coming from what you believed was Thor’s room. He was a loud sleeper.

As you began to flip some pancakes, your mind drew to thinking about what you were going to do when Bucky arrives. Should you jump out and surprise him or should you walk around the kitchen, normally, and wait for him to notice? You mind raced back and forth between the ideas, until you were snapped back to reality by a voice. “Hey, y/n! What a nice surprise.”

You turned around to see Wanda and Nat standing in the kitchen. “Hey guys! I thought I’d make you loves some pancakes.” Nat giggled, “I can never get enough of your accent.” You rolled your eyes. “Natty, darling, I’m from England. I didn’t choose to have this.” She giggled back and walked over to where you were hovered over the stove. “Oh and if you are looking for Barnes, he is on a mission. He left last night.”

You banged your spatula on the edge of the pan. “Bloody hell, do you know when he’ll be back?” Nat shrugged. “I think Steve said they should be back this morning.” You sighed and went back to your pancake-making.

Next thing you know you feel tight arms around your waist, lifting you off of the ground. “Dammit, THOR! I’m baking here!!!!” He spun you around and placed you gently back on the ground. “Sorry Lady y/n. I haven’t seen you in a while. Thought I’d give you an Asgardian hug.” You punched his arm. “More like an Asgardian chokehold.” You giggled and returned back to your pancakes.

You began to butter them when Bruce, Tony, and Clint shuffled into the kitchen. “Well if it isn’t my favorite Brit!” Tony walked over a kissed your cheek. You smiled to yourself. “Nice to see you too, Tony.” Clint walked over to you and pushed aside Tony. “Oh, if Barnes saw you do that, he’d pull those lips right off of your face.” Tony chuckled. “Oh come on. It was a friendly kiss.”

You giggled. “He’s right, Stark. My soldier would have you pinned.” He shrugged and walked away. Bruce walked over to you and gave you a side hug. “Since you’re here, y/n, I’d like you to try on your suit. I made modifications to it so it will easily teleport with you instead of falling off.” You smiled at him. “Thank you, Bruce!!!!! Ugh, you are a lifesaver.“

You stacked the pancakes on a few plates and walked them over to the table. You heard a knock on the door and looked over. “The boys are back from the mission. Prepare yourselves.” Nat said as she opened the door. Steve came in with not a single scrape on him. That damn serum. “Hey everybody! Whoa, something smells good!” Sam walked after him. “Yea, I’m starving.”

Steve saw you standing in the corner. “Hey y/n! It is so good to see you. How’s my favorite girl?” He wrapped you up in a hug. “She still wants her dance. She wanted me to remind you.” He grinned widely. “Well then, I’m just gonna have to make a little visit to England then. And by the way, you are going to make someone a very happy boyfriend.” You smiled. “Where is he anyways?”

Steve began to take his gear off. “Oh, he is just packing up the quinjet. He’ll be right in.” He and Sam walked into the kitchen and sat down. A few moments later Bucky walked in. “Hey gu–” He saw you standing in the kitchen, smiling at him. “Y/N!!!!!” He dropped his bags and walked toward you, as you ran to him, and jumped into his arms. “Bucky, I’ve missed you so much!!!!”

He smothered you with kisses and you enjoyed every one of them. “Oh, doll….I’ve missed you too!” He hugged your waist and legs tightly around him. He set you down and grabbed your hand. “I have a little surprise for you in the bedroom.” Bucky whispered to you. You looked up at him and saw deep lust in his eyes. You bit your lip and kissed him again. He took that as a ‘proceed’ and dragged you to his room. Steve called out to you and Bucky. “Hey! Breakfast is ready, you two!”

Bucky hollered back. “WE’RE MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME, STEVE!”

It was good to be back with your super soldier. :)

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celestivbys-blog · 6 years

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Chapter 1: Forgotten?

A Picture when Pile, with her dogs, coincidentally meets Ucchi

As soon as Pile enters her home, she’s greeted by 2 toy poodles that were standing, jumping and softly barking.

“Aww you guys ♡, hihi”, says Pile as she lovingly hugs them.

Right after, she heads straight to her bedroom and decides to lay her bag on the bed.

She looks back and gazes upon the clock

‘It’s 9:15 p.m. already? Wow, I didn’t expect it to be that late...’ Pile has thought to herself,

but then she blinks quickly in realization-

“HOLD ON! That’s still, in fact, early for me! I have no bedtime!”

As Pile sorts out her bag, unexpectedly, a light shines out of nowhere in the side pocket, causing her heart to skip a beat.

She places her right hand on her chest and lightly sighs as she realizes right away that it was her phone.

“There’s A LOT of notifications. How’d it get to such amount? Have I not checked my phone?- Oh that’s right, I had set it on silent since I had a live today~ must have forgotten.”

She sits down on the side of her bed and scrolls through all of her missed notifications.

��You can see how much happiness she’s filled with, as she laughs and smiles, reading through all of her birthday greetings.

But when she looks up at the ceiling and sighs in a sign of disbelief, right there and there, the atmosphere has changed its mood.

She looks back at her phone for about a minute without saying anything, nor having any facial expressions.

‘Everyone seemed to have greeted me, and the only ones who haven’t are those in-

Her eyebrows furrow.

‘Mimori is the only one who has tweeted me a birthday greeting, but still....’

‘They couldn’t have forgotten, could they? Are they planning a surprise perhaps?...No, that can’t be the case since I have no plans with them, nor was I invited to anything.’

“It’s 9:38 p.m. already....Last time we chat was 3 days ago....”, Pile’s voice shifts to a nervous tone in the latter, “and I don’t even want to remember what it was about (•~•) ....”

The birthday girl grips her phone with her left hand, while she rests her chin on the palm of her right. Her mind is piled up with so many questions, choices, and decisions, as she asks herself of what she must do.

‘Shall I remind them?’

Her eyes are now starting to shift to different places…

‘Or maybe at least give a clue about it?- ’

“No No No, that’s not you Eriko! That’s a bit selfish of you...Is it even a selfish act though??

Gah, I don’t even know anymore…Why am I so desperate?”

The μ’s girls are very precious to her. Well, LoveLive! is the main reason as to why her career as a singer became successful.

Poor girl, her mind rambles on several ideas, options, and disagreements. And after the live she just had today, and with all these thinking, she just got her brain all worn out.

“Aaaagh”, she lays herself on the mattress, covering her eyes with the back of her right’s forearm.

Flashbacks then come to her mind of each of her Love Live! μ’s colleague’s birthday celebration. Last that has come in was Kussun’s, she felt a bit jealous as to how grand of a surprise it was. But even so, she lightly smiles as to remembering those moments.

“They just can’t forget…I had a live show and the fact that Mimori tweeted me, how could they not be informed that it’s my 30th birthday…”

The light brunette is now filled with negative emotions such as sadness and disappointment, but actually it is more on confusion and disbelief.

She wants to cry them all out but decides to not to and tries to recall all the positive episodes that have happened today. It is her birthday after all, she does not want to end this special day with such negativity.

9:24 a.m.

Pile opens her eyes halfway. She tries to recollect herself as she sits up, pulling her knees close to her. She hugs em and rests her chin on top.

After about 3 mins, she notices that she did not change clothes from yesterday’s live and the fact that she did not take an evening shower, she rushes to the bathroom to freshen up.

As Pile prepares her breakfast, she hears a familiar ringtone coming from the living room.

‘Who can be calling?’

As she glances over her phone,

her eyes widen and immediately answers the call-

“SU-CHAN!”

“AH! Pai-chan, you seem hyper first thing in the morning....

By the way, that’s the 100th time you’ve screamed my name whenever you answer my calls.”

“Really Suzuko? Out of all the numbers, it just had to be 100?”

“Hehe....Yes. ANYWAYS, could you make me matcha green tea? I’ll be there in a few seconds-“

“Wait, WHAT?”

“Bye Pileeee”

Mimori hungs up

‘Huuuh?! In seconds?! How close by is she???!’, Pile thinks out to herself as she prepares the necessities for the requested tea.

Even with the certain amount of confusion going about in her head, Pile’s mood has certainly shifted to excitement.

Ding dong

And there she goes dashing down the entrance hallway. Her footsteps can be heard by her friend waiting outside; she too was also a member of Love Live! μ’s.

A Picture of Mimori and Chocolat-chan

“Eh? Do I look like a ghost to you?”

“Why a ghost?”

“Because your face said it all when you burst opened the door.”

“Yes Suzuko- OF COURSE NOT. Since when was someone happy seeing a ghost?!”

“Uhm...ghostbusters, hehehe”, Mimori grins to her answer as Pile’s face turns into someone annoyed or unamused. ( ＾∀＾)/（−＿−；）

“Then maybe I am a ghostbuster, and that means to say that you DO look like a ghost.”, Pile says in a sarcastic tone.

“Correction.... A beautiful ghost“, says Mimori in reply with her signature Mimo wink at the end.

“Haha, funny-“

The kettle begins to rustle, alerting Pile.

“Oh! That’s for your tea!”, Pile runs back and asks Mimori to close the door for her instead.

As Mimori rests herself on the couch, found in the living room, she unleashes Chocolat in order to play with Pile’s dogs.

“Su-chan, why are you here anyways?”, Pile approaches with the tea Mimori asked for.

“Well, I wanted to hang out with you in the mall. I decided to fetch you instead of meeting you up there.” Mimori takes a sip and places the tea on top of the wooden coffee table in front of them.

Pile’s eyes starts to widen, because the first thing that comes into her mind is perhaps a birthday surprise.

“But why inform me in matter of seconds before your arrival?”

“Uhm...SURPRISE-“

“Not buying that...”

“Fineee...it was your birthday after all. You had a live show yesterday and I was pretty sure that you’d be busy and tired for the day. But really, I wanted to surprise ya of my visit. I want to celebrate your birthday, just you and me, like last year when we did with mine.”

“You shouldn’t have informed me then, that way it would’ve been more of a surprise... Plus, after your call, you had me more confused than being surprise-“

“No. You were mostly excited than being confused AND surprised.”, Mimori smirks. Embarrassed, Pile looks away from Mimori and acts like Maki by saying her famous line, “Nani sore, imi wakannai!”.

Pile then thinks to herself,

‘Could the rest of the girls be waiting for us in the mall to surprise me? They must’ve tasked Mimori to fetch me.’

“Are you really trying to act like Maki-chan? Hehe, can’t forget about μ’s?”, asks Mimori.

“OF COURSE NOT!”, Pile abruptly shouts in a way that caused Mimori to flinch.

“Woa, Pile...a-are you alright?”

She then returns to her normal self when Mimori asked her the question.

“Oh no. I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to...”

“It’s fine, I just didn’t think that you would react that way.”, Mimori smiles in order for Pile to calm down.

“Right...Well, imma dress up now.”, Pile stands up and heads straight to the staircase.

“Don’t wear anything formal by the way, I am not treating you to a very grand restaurant or anything.”

“Awww whatt...Yea yea I know, and besides- I had planned to wear my Nishikino Maki Animal Hoodie.”

“Why not the jersey one like mine?”

“I don’t want to be matchy-matchy with your Umi Jersey Jacket. I just want us to be wearing something similar in concept.”

Mimori takes a sip off her tea.

“Pfffft...matchy-matchy? Yours doesn’t even have the exact same design as mine. You’re just shy because we would look lik- HEY! WAS I TALKING TO NO ONE?!”

‘Hmph she left me, and now I feel embarrassed because it looked as if I was talking to MYSELF.....

Although Pile,

Flashback

that was the first time I’ve heard you reply in a very sharp and serious tone, and yet the topic was about μ’s….Did something happen...?‘

“I’m done!”

The lady that was left alone raises an eyebrow, “And you’re not sorry?”

“Sorry for what?”

“For leaving me while I was talking? Never mind then...hmph!”

“Wait I did? All I heard was “pffft”, then I thought you were gonna pout and force me to follow what you want, so I left.”

“Amazing Pile, simply amazing”, Mimori slowly claps.

“Don’t worry Su-chan, I know your style heh.”

Pile winks back at Mimori and heads down to the entrance hall, where her shoe room can also be found. But then a loud scream is heard,

“AAH!”

“Su-chan, what’s the matter?!”, Pile runs back.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry...

Chocolat-chan ran and bumped into the coffee table, and then the tea spilled onto your floor. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh no, it’s okay, I’ll clean it up. This will also serve as my apology for leaving you.”

“No no, I’ll also help clean….

BUUUuuT, since you didn’t want to be “matchy-matchy”, at least let me be the one to choose your shoes.”

“Uh- is that necessary?”

“That will serve as your apology instead, hihi”

“ I trust you for choosing my shoes, but I want to pick for myself.”

“Aw c’mon, pretty pleeeeaaaseee?” Mimori does the puppy eyes since she knows it is irresistible, especially to Pile. And now Pile tries to look away, closing her own two eyes, but still opens one of them afterwards. Mimori is still doing it, and no matter what Pile does, she cannot find herself to say no.

Sweatdrop

“Mmmmmm...I should’ve seen this one coming...”, Pile lets out a sigh and smiles back at Mimori.

“Fine, you go pick. Just make sure it’ll match the hoodie I’m wearing.”

“Yey, hehehehe.” Mimori claps with her fingers rapidly as she goes to the shoe room.

“You really do act like a pre-schooler sometimes...well, most of the times.”

Mimori replies while looking back, “We both do… everyone in μ’s in fact.”

“Yea...”, the dark brunette looks at her dear friend with concern but shrugs it off before she notices.

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