#night is getting there but still falls back to his overbearing mother (as indicated by the last phone call) and the mom needs to start

[panncakes]

if they do go the mhok moves to songkhla to learn how to be a chef and day stays in bangkok to finish his studies (and learn to be independent) route i will have peace with it and i understand the messaging if they don't do an arbitrary break-up; but i do wish p'aof wasn't so fond of seperate growth tbh; i understand the messaging but mhok learning how to do stuff for himself and put himself first and day becoming independent doesn't have to happen away from each other; that sort of growth can happen side by side and i do think my preferred ending would be then moving to songkhla together for a bit because i think day does need that separation from his family to show he is a capable adult and mhok deserves to be supported in investing in his future

[allfearstofallto]

Am soo happy to see your back even if it's just for a short while I hope your doing okey and that everything is good with life and work 😊 i wanted to ask if it was possible how do you think Yan Scara would react if reader got sick ? Would he be worried ? Would he try to tend to them or leave it to the doctors and servants ?

Again thank you so much for taking time for us 💕

My asks are FULL of this exact same question, I'm not joking 😭😭 so I just wrote all of them.

Sick Day

Yandere! x Fem! Reader

Featuring: Diluc, Childe, and Scaramouche

Diluc spent most of his life taking care of himself. Before and after the passing of his father, he was independent to a worrying degree for a young child. So when he got sick, he paid it little mind. He took the proper medicine and if the fever was mild enough, he'd still be sitting at his desk filing his mountains of paperwork. The only indication that he was unwell being the slight rasp of his voice and flush of his cheeks.

But that was because Diluc didn't care much for his own well-being. His body wasn't useful for much other than work, but only he believed that. The day you wake up with a cough and runny nose, mentioning to the head maid that you can't leave the bed because you're so lightheaded, Diluc is in shambles. The second the news makes it to his ears that you're under the weather, he's rushing to your bed chambers, at your side even when you don't want him.

Diluc can't stand the idea of losing you. You can hate him until Teyvat freezes over, it hurts, but at the very least he knows you're well. So the second you fall ill, a part of him feels shame for his inability to protect you, the other feels a visceral fear that you won't be around anymore.

For days you're catered to in bed. Not just by maids, but Diluc too. You're given soft, warm foods and plenty of water. Your temperature is taken three times a day by a doctor, who insists that if you're not awake to eat, you should sleep more to regain your strength. You wondered how much Diluc threatened him to get him to say the same thing over and over.

The day that you're deemed well and cleared to roam the manor freely again, is supposed to be a joyous one for you. As much as you love your room, you were growing sick of the wallpaper and you could only look at the same painting so many times before it frustrated you instead of entertaining. But overbearing Diluc is still around, watching you with worried eyes and begging you to take breaks to rest after every three steps you take.

Ajax is the epitome of an old wife when it comes to health remedies. With all of his siblings, some of which he ended up taking care of as he got older, he picked up a thing or two from the way his mother cared for him when he was sick. Her remedies, while strange to those from other countries, always had him in tiptop shape in a day or two.

It didn't help that you didn't hail from Snezhnaya. Liyue got cold, but even the hottest day in Snezhnaya was colder than the coldest in Liyue. Your body would have to acclimate to your new climate, meaning that even if he tried to keep you warm at night with the fireplace roaring and many blankets, all it would take was a little Snezhnayan air tickling your nostrils to make you wake up with a cold.

Using what his mother taught him and what her mother taught her before, he woke you up from your sleep when he noticed your runny nose and tears in your eyes. Pressing a hand against your forehead to check your temperature, all while your dreary eyes slowly blinked, wordlessly begging for more sleep.

“You'll rest soon, my angel, but I need you to drink this first,” Childe spoke in the softest voice he could muster, so as not to intensify your headache.

He knew something was wrong with you, the way you took the cup from his hands and downed without batting an eye. The little grimace your face made when the vodka hit your tongue was cute, but he tried not to get lost in your features while you were still sick and needy for assistance. His mother did a lot of things when he fell ill, but a shock of vodka was always the first, you were out cold after swallowing it down.

Despite his love for you, Ajax doesn't worry when you're sick. He believes that sickness is just one of the many battles of life and that there's no way you won't succeed in conquering it. Even after you're better, Childe insists that the two of you do some light exercises together. You can complain that it's your first day healthy, but he won't listen. Strengthening your body will keep you from getting sick again.

Even though he's lived for hundreds of years, Scaramouche doesn't quite understand the human body. Improper conditions for a prolonged time will just make you cease to work? And in the most inconvenient way possible as well? It's annoying and far too inconvenient.

Or, that's what he told himself. But when he looks over at you that first morning when you're sick, sweay pooling on your forehead and seemingly unable to breathe, something tugs at his heart. He feels something for you, watching as even in your dreams you're writhing in pain. Scaramouche feels pity. He assumes it's something he can only feel towards you because his heart sings for you.

“What are you doing?” Scaramouche questions a maid who he bumped into in the hallway.

Even though she carried a bowl of water in her hands, she still found a way to bow, “I received news that the Lady has a fever, my lord. A towel soaked in cold water on her forehead will help break it.”

He hummed. He'd heard of such things, but never thought that he himself would see them being used. A sense of urgency took over him when he realized that this would help you though, a need to be the one doing it for you.

“She'll be more comfortable with someone she's familiar with. Let me do it,” he ordered while snatching the bowl from her hands.

She opened her mouth to question him, but he shot her a glare before she could. He marched back to his room promptly, kneeling beside you as you slept. As the maid said, the cool towel did work. You seemed less pained when he placed it on your forehead.

After that moment, Scaramouche insisted he be the one doing everything for you while you were sick. Feeding you ginger soup, changing your blankets, nursing you back health without any assistance. All because he assured everyone that you'd be more comfortable with him doing it, although you rarely even opened your tired eyes the entire time you were getting better, so you had no idea who was cradling you in their arms and insisting you eat more.

When you're better, you're under the assumption that the maids are the ones who helped you, knowing that while you're sick you're practically comatose. But they insist that it wasn't them, saying that Lord Scaramouche himself cared for you and stayed by your side the entire time.

He'll never admit it though, brushing you off by saying something along the lines of, “Why are you saying such stupid things?”

[yoursooogolden]

Getaway Car - Rafe Cameron Short Series

In which after shooting the Sheriff, Rafe Cameron steals the gold from Ward Cameron and is on the run, taking his girlfriend Evelyn with him against her will. Throwing her into a world where everyone is their enemy and they can’t trust anyone but each other.

Based on Taylor Swift’s Getaway Car

Alternative ending to my unreleased Cruel Summer fic- I’m sorry I’m just too in love with these two to stop writing about them!

Warnings Overall: female reader x rafe cameron, mature themes, 18+, immediate and eventual smut throughout chapters, swearing, angst, fighting, arguing, violence, soft!Rafe Cameron, vulnerable!Rafe Cameron, Violent! Rafe Cameron, etc.

Warnings For Chapter: immediate smut, soft! Rafe Cameron, swearing, mature themes 18+, female reader.

Master list:

*indicate smut within chapter

Part 1 - midnights*

Part 2 - shots fired

Part 3 - riding in a getaway car

Part 4 - white lies*

Part 5 - bonnie and clyde*

Part 6 - crying in a getaway car

Part 1 - midnights*

The soft crash of the waves rushing against the shoreline pulled Evelyn out of her thoughts. Rafe’s long fingers tugged their way through her tangled blonde locks. It was late and if her mother knew that she had snuck out she wouldn’t be able to see Rafe for weeks. She was tired of the constraints of her mother, and she knew how Rafe felt about his father. She wished it could be just them, no more worries of the social construct of the wealthy. They could just be themselves.

Evelyn sat up from her spot against his chest and looked up at Rafe. His piercing blue eyes met hers, his hand falling from her hair.

“Let’s leave.” She whispered, scared to even speak her forbidden thoughts.

It wasn’t the first time they had discussed leaving with each other, but it wasn’t a subject brought up often. It was enough that her mother didn’t approve of Rafe Cameron, sure his family was wealthy, but he wasn’t, to put it as her mother said, “a respectable young-man fit for her daughter”. Leaving with him would be out of the question, according to her mother he was “just a rebellious phase”. But after their first date Evelyn knew he was always going to be more than some phase.

Rafe sat up, his elbows pushing against the pillows and blankets in the bed of his truck, “Babe it’s date nig-”

“No,” Evelyn cut him off, “let’s leave the Outer Banks.”

Rafe smiled and let out a faint laugh, “And go where?”

Evelyn grabbed his face, swinging her leg over his torso, sitting back on his thighs. His rough hands slid up her bare thighs, to her hips, gripping the soft material of his t-shirt she was wearing holding her steady.

“Wherever you want. Wherever we want.” She whispered. “We can just leave and get away from my overbearing mother and Ward. We wouldn’t ever have to come back, it would be just us.”

A smile stretched across Rafe’s face at the thought. At the thought of her all to himself, all the time. His eyes flickered down to her lips and back up to her eyes. “Just us?” He whispered, bringing his palm to cup her cheek.

Evelyn smiled sweetly leaning into his touch, “Just us.”

Rafe surged forward and capture her lips with his own. Evelyn grabbed his wrist holding him against her, her other hand resting against his shoulder steadying herself. Rafe’s hand gripped her hip tightly, pulling her flush against him. Evelyn whimpered against his lips, her hand slipping around to his neck to pull him toward her. She wanted him closer, to feel every part of him against her.

Rafe’s hand left her cheek and slipped into her hair, tangling his fingers in her blonde locks and tugging her head back. Evelyn moaned as her head tilted up to the night sky. Rafe grazed his lips against her neck, leaving a soft trail of fire in his wake. Her heart pounded against his chest, her hips rocked forward, grazing against the growing bulge under his shorts.

Rafe groaned against her neck, his grip tightening on he hips to keep her still, “Baby”. A warning tone laced the word.

Evelyn rocked her hips again, teasing him. She liked hearing the noises that he made as she teased him, she like how the word baby fell off his lips, and she adored the idea that he only made those noises for her, because of her. Rafe was definitely the more dominant lover in their relationship, but Evelyn liked that he let her take the reigns sometimes. Evelyn ran her fingers through his soft hair, gripping the dirty blonde locks at the base of his neck, pulling his head back. His blue eyes were dark with lust and a every beautiful smirk graced across his swollen lips. She smirked back and rocked again. His lips broke open, a soft moan falling out.

The breathy whisper that slipped past his lips held promise, “Baby, I’m warning you.”

A thrilling shiver ran up Evelyn’s spine, heat shooting straight to her core. Her hands rested on each of his shoulders and she continued to circle her hips against him. She could feel his body heat through the thin cotton shorts that clung to her legs.

With each slow circle of her hips, his now very prominent hard on grazed against her clothed core. Rafe leaned forward for another kiss slipping his hands under the t-shirt she was wearing, caressing the soft tan skin underneath. He grazed his thumb on the underside of her boob, pleased that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging at it gently. Rafe gripped the soft fabric of her t-shirt and yanked it over her head, his thumbs sliding up her torso to play with her nipples. Evelyn rocked against him, her back arching as she threw her head back with a soft moan.

Rafe’s muscled arms wrapped around her back, pulling her against his chest, trapping her against him. Her head snapping back, her forehead against his.

“Baby if you don’t stop, I will fuck you right here in the bed of my truck on this beach for anyone to hear, is that what you want?”

Evelyn nodded her head, her heart pounding and something deep in her stomach clenching at his words.

Rafe’s fingers grazed across her back in soothing strokes, those gorgeous blue eyes meeting hers. “Use your words baby.”

His hips rolled up into hers, shooting delicious waves of pleasure through her. Evelyn’s mouth fell open, Rafe ducked down wrapping his lips around her breast, flicking his tongue against her nipple. “Just say the words baby.” He taunted.

“Yes!” Evelyn moaned, “Please Rafe.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” He stilled his movements against her.

A whine fell from Evelyn’s mouth at the lack of friction. She moved helplessly against him, chasing the lost feeling.

“Please fuck me, right here, right now, on this beach in the bed of your truck for all to hear.”

Rafe smirked at her answer, “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Rafe continued his assault, rolling and grinding his hips into her core. Evelyn moaned, dropping her head against his shoulder, her nails digging into his delts.

“I’ve got you baby,” Rafe cooed, “I’ll take care of you.”

Rafe gripped her hips and hauled her off of his lap, laying her down against the blankets and pillows. They were separated for a second while Rafe adjusted their position, but he already missed the weight of her body against his.

Rafe crawled across her, his palms resting beside her head. She looked up at him through hooded eyes and dark eyelashes. He would never tire of her, how could he, when she looked at him like she did. He dipped down and captured her lips with his, resting his hips against hers, her legs immediately wrapping around him and pulling him against her.

A groan slipped past her mouth, her hands fisting his shirt as she bucked against him. Rafe smirked against her mouth, he loved the sounds she made for him, just for him.

Rafe shifted his weight against his left forearm, and gripped her thigh with his right hand. He nudged her legs open with his knee, parting her thighs. He caressed her smooth skin, teasing her by slipping his fingers through the open space of her cotton shorts.

He could feel her pulsing against him, and it was almost enough for him to throw all foreplay out the window, he knew she was soaked enough to take him. He could feel it against his leg.

“Stop teasing.” She snapped, helplessly trying to regain friction.

Rafe let out a small breathy laugh, “Yes ma’am.”

Rafe dipped his head down to her neck, sucking, biting, and kissing his way up to her ear. His hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts and blue lacy underwear. When the pad of his middle finger made contact with her hot core, they both groaned. Evelyn moaned, bucking her hips into his hand, greedy for more. Rafe groaning at the hot heavenly oasis between her thighs.

“Baby you’re so wet for me.” He praised, his lips meeting the shell of her ear.

He caressed her, coating his fingers in her arousal, circling the pad of his thumb across her clit.

“Baby…” she whined with a moan, “please.”

Rafe shushed her, continuing to soothe and torture her. “I’m going to have to taste you, I want to feel you come for me against my tongue first.”

Rafe kissed his way back down her neck, down the valley of her breast, and down her navel. He planted a soft kiss against her clothed core, nipping at her clit.

Rafe sat up, his fingers slipping in the waist band of her shorts. He tugged against the fabric, pulling her shorts and underwear down simultaneously exposing his own personal weakness. He tossed her shorts and underwear to the side, admiring her naked body. His dick twitched in his shorts, throbbing and aching already.

Rafe ducked his head down between her thighs, grazing his lips against the inside of her thigh trailing small kisses up to her bare core. He laid his tongue flat against her, licking her slowly right down the middle stopping at her clit to suck. Evelyn withered underneath him, he wrapped his hands around her thighs, hooking her knees up on his shoulders.

Rafe delved back in, sucking her clit and circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. He released on of her thighs, and trailed his fingers down to her entrance gathering her wetness. He slipped his middle finger in, slowly pushing into her till he reached his palm. Evelyn and Rafe moaned, Evelyn’s back arching against the pillows. Rafe flicked his tongue against her, as he slipped out, adding another finger.

Evelyn’s hands flew to his hair, gripping and tugging at his roots. He groaned against her, the vibrations shooting straight to her core. Evelyn moaned, her whole body was a wild fire. She clenched around his fingers as he continued his steady assault.

“Rafe” she moaned gripping his hair tighter.

Rafe hummed against her clit, picking up speed. Evelyn bucked against him, the coil in her stomach tightening. Rafe pulled away from her, grinning up at her. Her back arched as he slowed his fingers down and she gripped the blankets underneath her so hard that her knuckles turned white. His thumb brushed against her sensitive clit pulling a soft moan from her lips.

“Baby you look so pretty like this.” He praised, tugging at his erection in his shorts. It was getting too painful, he knew the tip was swollen red and leaking precum.

The way she tightened around his long fingers was almost his breaking point. Rafe’s fingers brushed against her inner wall and Evelyn’s whole body lit up. She cried out as he continued to thrust his fingers, guiding her through her orgasm.

“That’s it baby. “He cooed, groaning at the sight of her.

Evelyn tugged at his hand, guiding him toward her. Rafe removed his fingers from her and followed, crawling across her body. Evelyn nudged her nose against his and planted her lips on his. She slipped her tongue through the seam of his lips, groaning against his mouth. Rafe gripped the blankets by her head. The was his favorite form of torture.

Evelyn trailed her hands down his chest and found the button of his short. She popped it open and fumbled with the zipper. Once his shorts were open she gripped him through his boxers. Rafe groaned against her, ducking his head to her neck where he left a trail of kisses.

“Do you see what you do to me baby?” He whined, thrusting against her hand looking for friction.

“It’s all for you, baby.”

Evelyn groaned at his praises, he was teasing her. Her hand fumbled against his boxers as she tugged at them, not wanting to endure this torture anymore. Rafe shimmied out of his shorts and underwear and tosses them to the side, Evelyn ran her hands up his abdomen and chest tugging off his shirt.

Rafe leaned down, cupping her cheek in his palm, and kissed her. It wasn’t a hungry or desperate kiss, this one was soft and gentle, causing Evelyn’s heart to swell. Rafe pulled away and rested his head against hers.

“I love you.” He whispered against her lips. Evelyn smiled up at him, “I love you too”

Rafe grabbed his member and lined himself up with her, sliding the tip in. Evelyn grunted in pain from the slight stretch of him, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Just us?” Rafe whispered.

“Just us, always.” Evelyn moaned, nodding her head against his.

Rafe rocked into her slowly groaning as he sunk in deeper.

“Just us” He whispered against her lips.

Evelyn gripped the back of his head tugging at the soft strands of hair at the base of his neck. She sighed as he kept his steady rhythm, throwing her head back. Rafe ducked down and attached his lips to her neck once more, leaving a trail of hickeys and small bruises.

He gripped her thigh and hiked it up higher on his waist. Her walls fluttered around his throbbing member, Rafe moaned against her throat, rocking into her at a faster pace now.

“Fuck Rafe!” Evelyn cried, her second orgasm hitting her. Waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she went ridged beneath him.

Rafe’s thrust got sloppy as he continued his thrust. Her cunt had deliciously tightened around his cock and his thoughts were becoming fuzzy from the pleasure. There was only her now.

Rafe’s quickly pulled out of her and jerked his cock twice as he moaned her name, the strands of his release covering her stomach and breast. He opened his eyes to look down at her. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, her breaths coming out ragged and tired.

Rafe leaned down and planted a soft kiss to her head before grabbing a small blanket and cleaning her up. He kissed up her stomach and back to her neck before he planted a soft kiss against her mouth.

“I love you Evelyn Conrad.” He whispered, laying his head against hers.

Evelyn smiled and pecked his lips, “I love you too Rafe Cameron.”

They would leave. It would just be them for the rest of their lives. No more strict abusive parents. No more pogues vs kooks. No more social confinements of the Outer Banks. It would just be them.

~ ~ ~

Okay lovelies! That is part 1/6 of this new short series! Hope you enjoyed! I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts!

Updates will be every Wednesday! :)

[forestlingincorporated]

I wanna talk about Janet Drake

I’m not against exaggeratedly evil versions of Tim’s parents, tbh. It’s fanfiction, if we can depict an Exaggeratedly Good version of Bruce (which we can, and I do, and I love) then we can depict the Drakes as Exaggeratedly Bad. As someone who personally identifies with Tim, and his brand of complicated parental abuse in particular, I find it cathartic to uncomplicate that abuse and rescue him from the Obviously Evil Bad People. 

That said, since much of comics lore is passed down word of mouth, the oral tradition surrounding Tim has developed this idea of Janet as The Worse Parent between her and Jack that was never really present in the comics. We see much LESS of Janet, and we have 20 years worth of comics depicting Jack as a neglectful hotheaded idiot who ultimate does love his son. More importantly, Jack isn’t very much LIKE Tim, so there is a habit to attribute Tim’s traits to his mother... and, as someone who really really identifies with Tim, Tim has... some negative traits. Tim can be a bitch sometimes. He’s fiercely intelligent and sweet and kind, with a strong sense of justice, but he can be cold and judgmental and unthinking - he fights those traits, but he does have them. 

And it is perfectly fine to depict Janet that way. I’ve enjoyed depictions of Cold Calculating Janet Drake, but it’s not the ONLY option, and I want to challenge fans to consider different avenues. Tim could pick up these traits from anywhere: a nanny, Mrs. Mc Ilvaine (”Mrs. Mac”), a teacher, tv, Sherlock Holmes novels, Bruce Wayne himself. Tim is capable of not being like EITHER parent. 

So, what do we KNOW about Janet? (I’ll also touch on Jack, but only in scenes he appears with Janet.) 

When Janet was first introduced she was depicted as a gentle but “modern” woman. This was written in 1989, told by a 13 year old Tim, so this theoretically was meant to take place in 1979. I’m not here to give a lecture on the history of sex discrimination in the united states, but much of the legislation protecting women in the workforce or surrounding women’s bodily autonomy would have been very very new in this initial depiction. 

Here, Janet is shown to be encouraging, emotional, maternal, and projects her own feelings onto Tim. Jack is shown to be slightly sexist, possibly discouraging, but not overbearing. And the artist is shown not to know how to draw children. 

To insert some speculation, I think it’s important to note all the Drakes witnessed a terrible murder/accident that day. I point this out, because this is the last time Jack and Janet are depicted this way. It’s possible they changed as a result of this event specifically. 

However, this is also a story being told by Tim. It’s also possible these events aren’t really “real” at all, and Tim is misremembering what his parents were like as a three-year-old, possibly projecting a more palatable version of his parents into the narrative. This is entirely up to personal interpretation. 

In fact, the Drakes are shown in Legend of the Dark Knight attending Haly’s Circus, and the artist knows what a toddler looks like and they’re depicted as already having a slightly strained relationship. Jack is clearly on the defensive, and Janet seems to be passive-aggressive, though she could just be attempting to explain the situation to her toddler honestly. The intended tone isn’t especially clear. 

I do want to point out, in this depiction, Tim isn’t being carried like he was in the previous one. He’s walking ahead of his parents, which isn’t a terrible horrible crime, but could be dangerous in a crowded place like the circus. Might be a subtle hint to his parents overall neglect. 

Back to A Lonely Place of Dying, in Tim’s memories of the night he discovered Robin and Dick Grayson were the same person at nine-years-old, his parents are home, and watching TV together while Tim played... trucks, idk, in the living room with them. (This is semi-interesting, because you could say “oh, Tim liked vehicle toys as a kid” or you could extrapolate that this is another subtle indication of Jack’s sexism, providing Tim with appropriately “boy toys.” Either interpretation is valid. If Tim was assigned female at birth, would they have been given “girl toys,” or allowed to play with whatever they wanted?) 

This is, to my knowledge, the only panel of the Drakes when Tim is between ages 3 and 13. They’re all together, which might indicate that the Drakes were home more often when Tim was 9, only later going on business trips when Tim was “old enough” but... 

This is Tim’s boarding school when he’s 13. While most boarding schools in the US are for grades 9-12, Tim is clearly not a freshman at age 13; look how much younger the other kids in this panel are. In the US, the youngest you can attend most boarding schools is 7. 

That means Tim could have begun going to boarding school anytime between 7 and 13. He most likely spent all of middle school in boarding school, at least. There are an almost infinite number of possible ways the Drakes handled having a business that required lots of international travel, an archeology hobby, AND a very young child. Janet staying home until Tim was 7, 11, 13, is equally possible as the Drakes having a nanny until 7, 11, 13. Tim just doesn’t talk about that period of his life very much.

(”What about Mrs. Mac?” - it is unclear when Mrs. Mac begins working for the Drakes. We only see her when Jack comes out of his coma. She could either be a long standing staff member, or a recent hire.) 

Note: I’ve seen it said that it’s canon that “According to Tim, when his parents were home, they made a point to try and include him in their activities, bringing him along to events that were normally adults only.” I have never seen this panel, or I don’t remember it, so I cannot confirm, but I also cannot debunk this because... comics. 

By the time Tim is 13, Jack and Janet are away on business trips a lot, with limited communication, and no firm return date. If I’m feeling generous, I’d say it was harder to communicate internationally in 1990 than it is today. If I’m not feeling generous, I’d say the Drakes are extremely wealthy, and international communication was easier than ever before in the 80s and 90s. They’re not even going home to see Tim in a week or two, they’re going home and calling Tim at boarding school in a week or two. 

Even Bruce thinks its weird, though he doesn’t say so to Tim’s face. It’s written almost as if Tim’s parents’ neglect was meant to be a plot point that just got forgotten about. 

Tim’s parents are fighting at this point (their poor assistant), but Janet still goes with Jack on these business trips. And she’s clearly involved in the business, somehow, but the comics never SAY what Janet’s JOB is. We’re told Jack is the exec, but Janet is ONLY ever referred to as Jack’s wife, though they’re later described as the “heads” of the company, plural. 

Just to be clear, this is Jack’s business. There’s a perception that Jack is a bad business man because he and Janet fight over company decisions, and Jack looses the business after Janet dies, but Jack looses the company YEARS after Janet dies, and maintains it for about a year after No Man’s Land at that. We’re not told how Jack looses the business, but he’s got to be doing something right. Janet isn’t necessarily the “real brains” of Drake Industries. 

And I’m not... gonna... touch the... exploitation and racism because... I’m not qualified to do that. But, here’s the panel. The Drakes sure seem exploitative and racist in their business decisions. Someone else can... analyze that with more nuance. 

Regardless how how long they’ve been fighting, when their lives are in danger, the Drakes fall back into a loving husband and wife. Their marriage may be falling apart, but they do care about each other. 

I want to show these panels because it shows that Tim and Jack do have things in common. They’re both level headed in a crisis and can be somewhat cold in their practicality. Janet meanwhile and silent. Jack is later willing rant and rave at their captors, but Janet remains silent. 

That is, until they’re alone, and she finally lets herself fall apart. 

God, Jack can be obnoxious. Janet just looks miserable and resigned. I actually think Tim takes after his parents in this respect in equal measure. Tim can have a temper, but he can also be fairly melancholy and defeatist. 

Jack keeps reminding Janet to be strong and in control, which could be period typical sexism? But Jack seems so practiced and ready with the words of encouragement, and with Tim’s history with depression, I wonder if Janet has an inclination towards it as well. 

As the end approaches, when Jack brings up Tim, Janet seems to have a lot of regret. She talks about “wasting” the good things, and I don’t think it’s too big of a stretch to assume she’s talking about time spent with her only child. 

From this point on, Janet is at times spoken of, but not seen. Like here, when Jack says Janet wouldn’t approve of him and Tim being so “far apart.” He says this after he tells him he takes back his threat to send him back to boarding school, which might imply Janet was against the idea of boarding school? Though she obviously lost that argument when she was alive. 

Jack will of course renege on this later, but that’s Jack Drake for you. 

Or here in Tim’s illness induced dream, where he gets everything he wants. Though, since this is a fantasy of Tim’s, where his father and girlfriend are both more accepting and understanding than they are in real life, I would take this depiction of Janet with a grain of salt. 

After loosing Drake Industries, Jack thinks about Janet (though, they call her Catherine/Cathy for some fucking reason) during his depressive episode. And... uh... 

Hallucinates a Valkyrie???? Is this symbolic of suicidal thoughts, or is she... real? Or is he seriously hallucinating? 

Anyway, we’re not here to discuss Jack’s mental state, the fact that he forgot Tim’s birthday, or that concerning “I was going to knock some sense into you but you’re still bigger than me” statement from Tim, we’re here to talk about Janet. And even though this entire arc is about Jack mourning his first wife, they don’t SAY anything about Janet herself at all. I mean, they don’t even get her name right, so I guess what was I expecting. 

Then there’s Origins and Omens, which also doesn’t say anything about Janet, except that Tim’s memory of her is faulty - Janet was poisoned, her assistant Jeremy’s throat was slit on television, but Tim seems to have conflated the death he did see with the death he didn’t. 

The only piece of canon to suggest that Janet might be cold, is Tim compares her to Thalia. And even then, he’s really just saying Janet was protective of him. It’s kind of a scary look to make at your kid, but Bruce does the same thing, so. 

I do want to say... it’s not 100% clear if Tim is even talking about Janet. He could be talking about Dana. Dana was observably protective of Tim, though I don’t think he’s ever called her mom. He PROBABLY means Janet. 

And finally we have Tim visiting his mother’s grave (in a duel Christian/Jewish cemetery, make of that what you will), where Tim says she was “a little religious.”

And that’s it! That is all we know about Janet Drake in New Earth. Hardly the Mom From Hell, but she isn’t perfect. I’d be interested in seeing some alternate depictions of her within the fandom. 

I’m still gonna eat up Terrible Parents From Hell like a starving puppy dog, though. Just some food for creative thought. 

[littlemissnoname13]

Blaise’s Cup of Tea (D.M)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: some mentions of alcohol, very mild sexual themes, nothing too explicit, Draco being a fûxkboy ,Draco being a huge simp

Summary: where Draco is secretly in love with his best friend’s fiancée

Word count: 2122

A/n: had this idea in the shower and I couldn’t help myself. The blog has been a mess recently and for that I apologise.

For Draco Malfoy, a typical night usually consisted of three things. 

First, a glass of his favourite spirit; preferably scotch in his hand.

Second, a cigar tucked in between his fingers

And third, a random girl in his bed chambers. It didn't matter if his company for the night shared the same interests as him, it didn't matter if she liked him for who he was or if she liked him solely for being the heir to the massive Malfoy fortune. 

Come morning, he would never have to see her again anyway. 

His Father, Lucius always chastised him for bringing a different girl as a plus one to social events. Even Narcissa wasn't all too pleased about her son engaging in all these hedonistic activities and bedding random girls. 

The friends he’d grown up with were all well on their way to settling down and having children while he was still not even close to having a serious relationship. 

“Why can’t you be more like Zabini?” Lucius would say, everytime the Malfoys sat down for a family dinner. Narcissa would agree to this while expressing her desire for grandchildren and Draco would have to refrain from choking on his dinner. 

Blaise Zabini, was happily engaged to longtime girlfriend Daphne Greengrass and they were busy planning their Summer wedding. 

Every time Draco would meet Blaise for a drink, all he’d talk about was Daphne, the wedding, floral arrangements, invites and party favours. Just last week, Blaise even confessed to having already thought out names for his future children. 

Taking a final sip of his scotch, Draco placed his glass on his desk and returned to his bed, where a random brunette girl was peacefully asleep. 

He took a few moments to recall her given name in his mind but this attempt remained futile. He couldn’t even remember how he felt while they were doing the deed a few hours prior. 

His father was right, he was slowly turning into, for a lack of a better term, “Pig person.”

As he quietly slipped into his bed next to the brunette, he started to think about all the one night stands he’d had in the last few months. 

One night stands are appropriately called one night stands for a reason. He knew that. 

But it wasn't his fault he couldn’t get that one particular night from four months ago with that one particular girl out of his system. 

It had all started out so innocently. 

A chance encounter at a bar, alcohol fueled conversation, his hands on her hips on the dance floor and his lips on her lips by the end of the night. 

He’d never before met anybody so charming yet painfully frustrating in his life. 

Y/n. Y/l/n. 

Distinctive features, expressive eyes and lips that quirked upward with a wicked smile.She had one of those faces that had the capability of engraving itself into one’s subconscious and the way her brows furrowed in annoyance indicated that she might have been aware and unnerved by it. 

In the few hours he’d spent with her, she’d stimulated his brain with her wits and intellect. She’d made him care about uninteresting things like the witch burnings in the 14th Century. She’d challenged his predetermined notions and world view.

Everything about her was vivacious.

Her effervescence reminded him of a freshly opened bottle of sparkling Rosé on a hot summers day. Crisp yet sweet if you took in a moment for the flavours to sink in. 

And Merlin was this girl could kiss!

The way she gently nipped on his lower lip and teasingly traced her tongue left him with something more to be desired. 

Nothing happened with Y/n that night. Nothing except feverish kisses and whispers of “I want you.”

They’d spent the whole night talking. He’d never spent the night with a girl and not done anything before. 

And she’d left before he could even manage to open his eyes the next morning. 

She’d disappeared without a sign or trace.

Nothing but her fruity fresh scent on his pillows remained to remind him that she was in fact real and not some hallucination. 

Draco went the the very same bar again the next day with his hopes held high. He wanted to see her again. He needed to see her again. 

But to his utter dismay, y/n never showed up. 

Soon, it became a habit of his to go to the bar and wait for her.

He’d gotten so desperate at one point that he even interrogated the bar keep about the girl that had seemingly managed to capture his attention in the span of a night. 

But no matter how hard he tried, Draco never got any answers. 

She became nothing but a distant ghost of a rather blissfully perfect night. 

Just when he was about to toss away the memories of y/n and her pretty lips inside a locked and chained box in his head, he heard his house elf appear with a pop into his bed chambers. 

“Master Malfoy, this letter just came for you.” The elf said quietly as he stretched out his arm to hand Draco a sealed envelope. 

Draco would have told his elf off for appearing in his chambers in the middle of the night but decided against it when he saw the scrawl of Blaise’s messy handwriting on the envelope. 

It was two in the morning and a rather odd time for Blaise to be sending him a letter. 

Assuming that it must be something urgent, Draco quickly ripped open the seal and unfolded the letter. 

Draco, 

I write this with a heavy heart and I write this with nothing for company except a bottle of bourbon. 

Daphne left me this morning. 

The wedding is off and it is all my fault. 

To be honest, It did feel like things were going too fast and we were jumping to life altering decisions without taking the time to think and contemplate. 

After thinking all day, I have decided to get married after all. 

Your mother has been rather kind and offered to set me up with a girl that is supposedly “perfect for me.” Although I definitely trust her judgement, It would be great if you could “assist” Narcissa in her search. You are my best friend after all. 

B.Z.

By the time Draco was done reading Blaise’s letter, the girl sleeping next to him had started to toss and turn in her sleep. 

~~~

When his mum flooed into his residence the next morning, Draco’s company for the night, who was named Sylvia by the way, was just on her way out. 

Sylvia was rather laid back and was looking for nothing other than a rebound. Draco had offered her tea but she’d politely declined stating that she had brunch planned with her friends anyway. 

“And who is this charming young lady, Draco?” Narcissa asked. 

“She’s Sylvia and Sylvia was just on her way out.” Draco said in a clipped voice before literally shoving an annoyed looking Sylvia into the fireplace. 

“It was nice meeting you Mrs. Malfoy.” Sylvia said in a calm and polite voice, with floo powder in her hands. “See you around Draco.” 

“And I thought, you were finally serious for once.” Narcissa sighed before sinking down into one of the many chairs Draco had in his living room. 

Draco wanted to say something sarcastic in response but he bit his tongue and held it all back. There were more pressing matters at hand that required his attention. Like helping his mum find an appropriate match for Blaise who has so casually placed such a huge responsibility on his shoulders. 

The responsibility required him to go on multiple, rather tiresome “dates” set up by his mother. 

The first girl he met mistook him for Blaise. 

The second girl he met confessed that she was being coaxed into the meeting by her overbearing parents and had a secret Muggle boyfriend that she loved with her whole heart. 

The third girl he met was one of Blaise’s ex girlfriends.

The fourth girl turned out to be one of Draco’s own one night stands that had ended on a sour note.

It was safe to say that Draco returned to his mother that night with his shirt stained burgundy from the wine she’d poured over his head. He deserved it though.

Narcissa even agreed that he’d deserved it because she broke into a chuckle when her son walked into the Malfoy Manor with drops of wine falling from his blond hair. 

“Well this is a disaster.” Draco muttered to his mother who gave him an accomplished looking smile in return.

“This was a Disaster.” She quipped, before leaning towards the coffee table to pour herself some more tea. “Luckily, I’ve already found someone I deem to be a suitable partner for Blaise.”

“You have?” 

“I have. I too have been pulling some reins and meeting people personally for Blaise. He is like a son to me after all.” 

“Looks like I got splashed with a vintage red for no apparent reason then.” Draco muttered before using his wand to summon a clean cotton shirt. 

Narcissa simply shook her head at her son and stood up from her chair. “I’ve actually invited her for tea today so that you’d be able to meet her as well. Why don’t you fix your hair and put on a clean shirt before she gets here hm?”

Draco knew there was no point in arguing with his mother. 

When Narcissa Malfoy wanted things done, she’d sure as hell go ahead and get them done. A true Slytherin she was. 

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and used a cleaning charm on his hair. He would have preferred to shower but he didn’t really have the time to dilly-dally around.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He heard a voice say, just as he was about to put on his clean shirt. 

It was a familiar voice and it raised prickling goosebumps all over his exposed flesh.

The goosebumps were a natural reaction to hearing a voice he’d replayed over and over in his head every single night for the last four months. 

In front of him stood Y/n Y/l/n in the flesh. Very much real and not a ghost of his imagination, clad in a blush coloured midi dress with a sweetheart neckline. 

He opened his mouth to answer but his mother beat him to it. 

“Welcome to our home. Sit down, have some tea with us.” Narcissa said in her best hostess voice and all Draco could do was force his hanging jaw shut. 

~~~~~~

The next few hours felt like the longest yet shortest few hours of his life. 

He was still processing the fact that he had in fact seen the girl, the ghost, the memory right in front of his eyes, wearing a dress that made her look like a scene in a vintage film. 

His palms were sweaty, his head was reeling, his throat was as dry as the Sahara and he could barely pay any attention to a word his mother was saying. 

“Draco?” Narcissa cleared her throat when he failed to respond. “Draco dear, are you listening?”

“Yes mother.” He replied curtly before taking a sip of his tea in a desperate attempt to soothe his throat. 

After what seemed like another torturous hour of tea and polite conversation, you thanked Narcissa for having you and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his cheek before taking the floo network. 

“The Y/l/n family has been a friend to our family for years.” Narcissa commented. “I think Blaise would be rather fond of y/n. What do you think, Draco?”

He wanted to tell his mother about the time he spent with you four months ago.

He wanted to tell her that he was ready for a serious relationship if it was with you. 

He never really cared for the colour pink but it suddenly felt like a rather nice colour. 

You were witty, clever, sincere and extremely gorgeous. Of course Blaise would like you. He’d be a fool not to. 

After taking a few more seconds to carefully contemplate the situation at hand, Draco finally opened his mouth. 

“Yes, I think Blaise would like Y/n.”

Narcissa looked at him with a satisfied smile and the weight of a fully grown giant landed on Draco’s shoulder. 

Maybe you weren't Blaise’s cup of tea.

Maybe he’ll get back together with Daphne. Yeah, that would be perfect. 

But what if he didn’t?

Could Draco live his whole life knowing that he was absolutely smitten with his Best Friend’s soon to be Fiancée?

~~~

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[wind0wg0blin]

Can you do something with Slashers and a hurt s/o?

I think this will work! Picked my fav boys lmao

Leather face/Thomas Hewitt 

You had been fumbling around in the kitchen late one night. You hadn't bothered to turn on any lights not wanting to wake anyone up with your late night snacking. 

Though all this consideration was for naught as your little toe catches on the edge of a chair that hadn't been pushed in. You let out a sharp cry more so in surprise then in pain. Though it was more than enough to alert Thomas. 

You were awkwardly leaning against the counter holding your foot as you heard the heavy footsteps thundering up the cellar stairs. The overhead light was on in an instant and soon enough that large familiar figure was at your side. 

"Sorry just stubbed my toe is all." You reassured as Thomas loomed over you with a critical gaze, his hands hovering in the space between you. 

A cranky grumble and you were being swept off your feet and carried off back upstairs towards your bedroom. 

Thomas hates seeing you in pain or uncomfortable. By extension you hurting, is him hurting. 

Will drop everything to get something for you or to help you. All you gotta do is ask. 

Please you are going to give him heart problems  

Jason Voorhees 

You hadn't been watching where you were walking. Again. Wandering the woods alone was dangerous normally but these woods in particular. It was only a matter of time before you stumbled and suddenly felt a shocking pain race up your leg. Your foot was sunk into a deep hole, ankle torked at an unnatural angle. 

With no one around for help and no way to call for aid you forced yourself to your feet and made the maddening walk back to your cabin. By the time you made it to the porch you all but collapsed on the steps tears welling in your eyes from the pain. Partially curled in on yourself, you didn’t notice the approaching figure stalking forward from the woods, eyes fixated on your trembling form. 

So distracted by the pain of your now very swollen ankle. It wasn't till you were being hoisted off the ground that you realized you had a visitor. You were quickly carried inside and placed on the sofa while Jason moved off towards the kitchen. You made work of pulling off your boots and jacket biting down on a blanket as you removed the boot from the sore appendage. 

Jason soon returned, placing a bag of ice and a bottle of assorted painkillers in your lap. With reassurance you were now fine and not dying. He gives you a soft wave farewell and lets himself out while you tuck yourself into the couch knowing the trip to your bedroom would not be worth it. 

Isn’t overbearing at all really. He knows you are going to get hurt and the most he can do is be ready to patch you up when you show up later with skinned knees and new bruises from slipping on some wet leaves. 

By no means is he happy with you hurting yourself. He is just realistic with the fact that you are a clutz more often than not and you are not as accustomed to the woods as he is. 

More than happy to help you patch yourself up. He had a lot of injuries as a kid so he knows how to fix someone up and fast. 

The Collector/Asa Emory 

You were too busy looking at your phone, frantically texting some long winded explanation to one of your friends when you missed the top step on the staircase. You couldn't help but scream as you went flipping down the stairs ass over tea kettle before landing at the bottom with a loud crash. You slammed into the small cabinet at the base of the stairs rattling all of the continents within. 

Still reeling from the fall you didn't even hear the rush of foot steps until Asa was at your side looking at you with a shaken expression. Blinking up you wondered why he was so funny looking when you realized that the entire room was spinning. 

You groaned nauseously as you were sat up right leaning back against Asa’s chest as he held your shoulders. He was saying something but you couldn’t even remotely make it out. You’re vision lurched as you were hauled up onto his shoulder and carried off. To where you weren't certain as your vision was just a swirl of the honey brown of the wood floor with the occasional flash of paint from the walls. 

It was at this moment that you felt something sticky and warm on the side of your face. Reaching up you tried to press at your cheek but your hand was quickly swatted away with a sharp voice. Glancing at your fingertip you could see the clear red of blood. Maybe your stumble was much more serious than you initially thought. 

You could feel soft blankets under you as you were set down on what you could only assume was the bed in the spare room. You didn't even try to move as you just laid there and let Asa do all the work. A warm cloth dabbing at your forehead as his hand carefully stroked your hair aside. 

You fell asleep sometime during this, or passed out you're not too sure which. Groaning, you look around to find yourself back upstairs in the master bedroom. The curtains were drawn darkening the room just enough to make it difficult to spot the man sitting off to the side reading by the desk. 

“Good morning. The next time you scare me like that I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Asa stated trying to sound matter-of-fact about the whole thing. You couldn't help but chuckle as you sat up. 

“I might beat you to it if you’re not careful.” With that you were tsked, being pressed back into bed with muttered threats on your life should you get up. 

Very over protective, high key mother hen behavior 

Will die before he admits he cares about you 

In reality you are his most prized and he wants you healthy and happy

He really feels like he needs to baby proof the house for you. Like really it's getting worrisome at this point. 

When he thinks you’re asleep he will kiss your forehead/injury more so to calm his own nerves. Especially if you have some underlying medical condition, he has a hard time remembering you’re not made of glass. 

Brahms Heelshire 

You were in the kitchen getting lunch around. Making quick work of a head of lettuce as you haphazardly chopped through the large leaves with a newly sharpened knife. You had been making a conscious effort to avoid your fingers not wanting to lose one to an accident. Though karma worked its mysterious ways as you jumped in surprise at the loud chime of an unexpected door bell. 

You cursed as you knicked the end of your ring finger a bead of blood welling from the cut. Gumbling you stuffed your bleeding finger into your shirt as you crankily answered the door. The delivery boy attempted to drag out the conversation as he carried in your order though with some random excuse you were ushering him out the door. 

Closing and locking the door behind him you turned back to see Brahms waiting for you at the kitchen island watching you intently. As you approached he held out his hand towards you obviously having witnessed everything that had transpired. 

“It’s fine really.” You reassured as you placed your hand in his. Truly it was, the bleeding had already stopped. The only indication that an accident had occurred was the red line on the pad of your finger. 

Regardless Brahms had an upset look in his eyes. Carefully tugging you closer he pressed the tips of your fingers to the porcelain lips of his mask before letting your hand go content. 

Doesn’t like you getting hurt at all but on the bright side it means he can give you some much deserved love and attention. 

You would do the same for him so why would he not return the favor 

God help you if he finds out that your injury came from a person and not an accident of your own accord. 

Talking him down from murdering or disfiguring this person is near impossible. Your best bet is telling this person to just never come around again. 

If you regularly are hurting yourself on certain things they may or may not just end up going missing. Of course Brahms has not idea where they have gone to. Him take them? He would never, He is a good boy ™ 

[edourado]

Off script

I did it. I worte something in the middle of the night and finished it just now.  This is me stretching my writing muscles. It’s unrevised and more than a little bit on the “trash” department, but I wrote it, so I thought I’d share it. 

It’s Kastle. Obviously. 

I have to go. I’ll review it when I come back from the vet with my dog. 

Thanks. Bye. Hope you like it. It’s trash.

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She had been very matter of factly. Way more than he anticipated, and he had anticipated it. 

He, on the other hand, had been ridiculous. Completely and undeniably ridiculous, unable to act according to his own resolutions. 

Frank had, for lack of a better word, rehearsed it. Their first meeting since their last one, that one where he just vomited words on her face, spoke without thinking, acted on momentary emotions, letting his confusion, his trauma, his stubbornness and pig headedness do the talking, resulting in distance, estrangement and, most definitely, deep, profound hurt. 

It had been their first meeting since that day, but not their first contact. Surprisingly, at the same time their strange relationship agonized, hers with Madani flourished, a friendship that was both startling and predictable. 

Friendship and professional collaboration, more often than not. And it had spilled on him, this time. 

(If ever she had children, Madani would make a very overbearing mother, Frank was willing to bet. She won him over by sheer persistence, and he was known as a stubborn man himself. Not delicately or diplomatically at all, she strongarmed him into consulting on her cases, forced a “job” both on him and her agency, cornered and bullied him into working for her, only to leave him wondering how the hell he had gotten there.)

And there he was, because of two women’s partnership, sitting on a bench in Battery park, watching as the wind made long strands of Karen’s hair twirl around her face, eventually catching on her lip, only to be pulled out by a finger while she talked, looking at a bunch of papers, explaining things to him that he should be listening, he should be paying attention, but he had just missed her so much, so much more than he even knew, it was like a punch to the stomach. 

“He was in Jersey on the 7th, by my accounts, but then he was tagged on a social media post, attending a party in Dubai three days later. That time window could be important, because Alec was-”

He heard none of it. He should, Madani was chasing this guy all around the country, and now he was going international for less than kosher reasons, and it was his job to predict his movements and place him somewhere she could catch him, and Karen had all this information - when did she not? - but right now he couldn’t even remember said guy’s name, much less why he should care where he was. 

Because she looked amazing. She sounded amazing and even smelled amazing, like something fresh and coffee and paper. 

She had looked at him so strangely, a simple “hi Frank” to make him turn around when she got to his bench, a polite “you look well” after sitting down, a “no, thanks” when he asked if she wanted some coffee from the place across the street. Karen hadn’t dwelled on their previous meeting, hadn’t asked questions about what he had been up to, didn’t really give him a chance to look too deep into her eyes, focusing on the file she had for him, notes for him to pass to Madani when she came back from Moscow, because he would see her first. 

And Frank had predicted this. He wasn’t a complete moron, and his last words to her still sounded clear as day in his mind, even if he was all banged and drugged up on the occasion. He knew she would not be warm and inviting, knew she would be hurt still, even wondered if she hadn’t followed his advice on Matt Murdock, or someone else. It stung like a bitch to think about that, but he had considered it, to prepare for this ten minute lunch break meeting, he had spent almost six nights running through different scenarios in his mind, to prepare himself. 

All in vain. All of those scenarios and rehearsed routes of conversation down the drain the moment he had seen her, heels and skirt and flowy blouse, a collapsing bun on the base of her neck, the wind, the collar of her coat and her own movements pulling and pushing strands loose. 

“He does have a daughter, though, but she is not as nearly as careful as he is. Loves flaunting the rich life on Instagram, she films everything, and I got to see that her driver was the same guy that was in Jersey with-”

Curtis had been very vocal about how stupid Frank had been when he narrated the hospital room events to him, and he didn’t even know Karen. 

“I don’t know her”, he had said over beers and an ignored game on TV. “I don’t need to know her, Frank, I just need to not be an idiot. Which you are, by the way, let’s make that clear.”

If he knew her, Frank was pretty sure Curt would smack him upside the head. If he could see her right then, ticking off items from her list, her pen poised on her hand as she went, sitting there with that file on her legs, looking at Frank from time to time to see if he followed - which he definitely didn’t - the crease on her brow when she focused on an item, the sheer blue of her eyes, the curve of her neck before the collar of her coat folded over skin, those stray hair locks lifting and falling with the breeze. 

Frank realized he was sitting turned towards her when his knee touched the back of the bench. Suddenly, he realized he had an elbow where his back was supposed to be, and his hand was supporting his face while he looked - stared - at her.

He was staring, full on staring, and found himself quite unable to stop. 

“The problem is”, she went on. “I can’t find any record of him planning to go to Dubai. I don’t even know how he got there. His name is in no manifesto I can find, and his plane is still parked here.”

Frank had forgotten how good he felt whenever he heard her voice. He had come to expect the soothing sensation that washed over him when they spoke, even the funny feeling that would run through his skin whenever he knew he was gonna see her. But it had been a while, now, and it shocked him a little bit, that feeling. It made him want to close his eyes and get closer to her, maybe touch his nose to that spot under her ear, over that birthmark, to investigate further on the delicate scent of her shampoo. Or, maybe, rest his head on her legs, to enjoy the sound of her voice without worrying about keeping himself sitting straight. 

He had been far from her for many months, and suddenly he wanted to extinguish that distance, nullify it, get as close to her as he could. He found it quite a strong urge, and discovered himself both uncappable and unwilling to resist it.  

“I don’t know how long he’ll be away”, she said as he leaned closer. “But he couldn't be very long, I doubt he’d delegate that much responsibility here, there’s too much going o-”

Contradicting everything he had told himself he would say or do, Frank saw his hand, lifting and reaching for her face, in no hurry, at the same time she lifted her own hand to move another lock of hair away from her eyes.

Karen looked at him when she saw his hand, a question in her eyes, and sucked in a surprised breath just before he caught her cheek and leaned forward, noses bumping before his mouth touched hers.

Not exactly a shock. Not an electric current like he had felt when he kissed Maria for the first time, or that buzz that had happened when he kissed her cheek that one time by the waterfront. Strangely, his mouth over Karen’s felt familiar, soothing, like he had done it a million times, even if he knew very well he hadn’t, was painfully aware of every single time he did not kiss her. 

She tensed against him, and her lips parted in surprise, which had been very, very pleasant - a friction against his own lips, rearranging slightly, opening up even if involuntarily - and he was about to pull back when he noticed she didn’t. 

With absolutely no notion of time, he waited a second or maybe an hour, before he moved his mouth against hers, trying a bit, tasting a bit, enjoying a lot, instantly addicted to the peculiar feeling of kissing her. 

His hand moved on her face, and the tip of his fingers found strands of hair. The edge of his teeth found the delicate skin of her lower lip, and he nibbled on it lightly before leaning further towards her, opening his mouth and creasing his brow in pleasure when she opened up further to him, tumbling her head back a degree or two, her small sigh threatening to dismantle him there where he sat. 

Her hand found his wrist when the tip of his tongue touched hers, and there it was, that jolt, exposed live wires touching, and he tightened his grip on her face at the same time she wrenched her mouth away from his, her forehead touching his while she exhaled sharply. 

“Jesus Christ”, she whispered. “Frank, what the hell?”

“I’m an idiot” were the words that came out of his mouth, both hands on her face now, sitting sideways on that very public bench, fulfilling his fantasy of touching his nose to the patch of skin under her ear, kissing the spot his lips touched, noticing her hand on his wrist was not pulling it away, noticing her posture had slumped a bit, she relaxed against the bench. “Fuck, I’m an idiot”.

“You’re… You’re aggravating, that’s what you are”, she said, her tone suggesting a reprimand, frustration, her movements indicating surrender, head tossing back to stretch her neck under his mouth, the hand not holding his against her face pulling on the fabric of his own coat. Pulling it towards her. 

Frank smiled. 

“Right back at ya.”

It was maybe not the best place to do this. A park in the middle of the day, with parents walking their children around, people on lunch breaks - just like Karen was - coming and going to and from all directions, perhaps it was not a good idea to just close his eyes and lose track of his surroundings like this, lose himself in her mouth and focus on nothing but her kisses, how her lips pressed against his and how her mouth opened willingly, how her tongue made a sort of shiver run laps around his spine. 

She made him mellow, he realized. Not just now, she always made him want to let go of everything he was holding, from deep embedded hate and guns to the sheer notion of reality and time around him, and that’s why he pushed her away at the same time he refused to let go of her, resulting in her hurt and confusion, the definition of those “mixed signals” people loved to talk about. 

Fucking great, Frank. Good job. 

“Oh God, ok, ok, wait wait wait”, she said, extricating herself from him one more time when the file she had on top of her legs tumbled to the floor. “I have- I have to go back, to the… To the office, I’m late already, what the hell, Frank?”

He picked up the file from the floor, gathering a page that had fallen from it and batting park dust from it.     

“I’m sorry”, he breathed, not really sorry at all for today, sorry for all those other times she reached for him so hard, only to have her hand and hopes swatted away. “I’m”, he let out a sigh, looking in her eyes, huge on him, lips parted and then not, her breathing a tad heavy, cheeks flushed. 

Curt was right. He was an idiot. 

.:.

She agreed to talk to him. 

He didn’t know what they would talk about, but that’s what they agreed on. To talk later that same day, because she had to go back to work, so they had gotten up from that bench and she had smoothed a hand down her clothes, gathering herself. 

Karen started saying something about a place she new near her apartment, where they could get a coffee and talk, more private than a park, but a curl of her hair had come to rest on her collarbone, twisting elegantly on a large curl, and Frank had found himself, again, taking a step forward and interrupting her, mouth over hers, pressing not so gently, and she let out a sort of hesitant chuckle when she pushed him away this time, closing her eyes and lifting her hand to her lips, shaking her head and then looking at him again. 

Now that he had started it, it was hard to stop. 

She said she would text him the address of the cafe, and looked at him with a sort of amused expectation before she walked away.

True to her word, she did text him the name and address of a small cafe, and it looked cozy when he walked by it on his way to her place. 

Not that he planned on climbing the fire escape and sitting there for an hour before she got off work. Frank had not planned to go there, he just found himself walking, his legs taking him there by their own accord, the memory of her teeth against his lip and her tongue against his dictating where he was going, making him walk straight by the place she told him to go, around the block and up the metal ladder. 

He sat there for what felt like forever, a cold breeze nipping his face, until he heard the familiar noise of her heels against pavement, her gait like an alarm clock, and he opened the window at the same time she opened the door downstairs. 

He was ready to apologise, again, for the scare he would give her when she opened her front door to find him standing in the dark in the middle of her living room, but she just looked straight at him and shook her head, closing the door behind her again. 

“I knew it”, she said, to which he smiled in spite of himself, legs on autopilot again, taking one two three steps towards the door while she stood there taking her coat off. “Jesus, what has gotten into yo-” she started to ask before he interrupted her for the third time that day, both hands on her face, taking full advantage of the privacy of her dark apartment, opening his mouth immediately to her kisses, delighted by the arms that sneaked their way up his chest and around his neck, hands on his face and down his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt, she kissed him so fully, without any guard, and he loved her for it. 

He loved her for kissing him like this, he loved her for being so stubborn, loved her for standing up to him, standing with him, for pointing that gun at him that one time, for sitting with him in the hospital, for crying for his family, for fighting for him when she didn’t even know who the hell he was. 

Frank loved her so much and he had known it for so long, but the realization hit like a brick to the forehead nonetheless.

“You are an idiot”, she said right after kicking her shoes off and helping him off his coat. 

“Yeah”, he agreed, pulling on the string on her collarbone, undoing the knot that kept her top together. “I know.”  

[devnicolee]

The Chosen Ones (One-Shot): Surprise

A/N: Very random but it is what my brain wanted this weekend lol Also I miss Asha lol my fav! Anyway, enjoy!

***

Asha’s hand covered her mouth as she yawned, resting her book on her chest and letting her head gently fall on the mountain of propped up pillows behind her.

“You have been really tried lately, firecracker?” M’Baku called as he walked out of their bathroom to grab his pajamas at the foot of the bed. Asha nodded lightly, her mind immediately distracted, like a child with a new toy, as her eyes gazed over his naked body. They had only known each other for a year, been married for six months, and his body still managed to take her breath away.

She licked her lips lightly, desire flaring in her eyes as she ignored his question and her previous exhaustion. M’Baku chuckled as he examined her.

“Are you listening, my queen?”

She smiled slyly, pulling herself from under the covers, sexily crawling down to the edge of the bed where he stood.

“I’m sorry, my king. You are just my greatest distraction,” she whispered seductively in his ear, her teeth gently nipping at his earlobe, his favorite spot.

He groaned before pulling back slightly. “There will time for that later. But I am serious, Asha. Are you sure you are feeling ok?” His eyes examined her closely as if he could see a mysterious illness in her eyes. “You usually only sleep one or two nights a week and you have been dead to the world every night this week.”

“Maybe it is our late night activities,” she winked before kissing his neck. She ended her ministrations as she heard the frustrated sigh leave his lips. Her usual methods of distraction weren’t going to work this time.

He wasn’t wrong, she usually didn’t need sleep or, at least, not much of it. She spent most nights working with T’Challa, who was usually awake as well, or reading in the library. That is, after she and M’Baku finished their intimate time, which was continuing at a rate of every single night. She was wondering when he would slow down, get tired of her… but that day had yet to come. She was convinced that was part of it, M’Baku had more energy than her. He pushed her body to its limits most nights, even after a long day, he was rarely satisfied with lazy sex.

“Sorry, I know you are serious. I don’t know what it is though… nothing has changed. I-I’ve just felt really tired the last week or two. I’m sure it will pass, don’t worry about it, ok?” She kissed his cheek.

Silence fell over them as his eyes examined her. “If it continues, you will go see a healer, yes?”

“Of course. Now…” her small hands drifted to the hem of the shirt he just pulled onto his broad frame and started to pull it back off. “Why don’t you come over here and give me a reason to be exhausted?”

M’Baku climbed over her as their lips connected and their tongues explored each other.

“Anything you wish, my queen.”

****

Asha groaned slightly as she turned over in bed, the sheets sliding off of her naked body. M’Baku instinctively turned with her, his arm resting over her hip as she tried to get comfortable again. She glanced at the clock, surprised at how long she had slept. But she wasn’t surprised, M’Baku seemed determined to send her to new heights that evening, pouring all his love and energy into worshipping her body. She reached for her beads, finding a missed message from T’Challa.

She groaned as she remembered she was supposed to be going over some treaties with him that evening. She quietly got out of bed to get her tablet to call him. However, as she stood up, she felt her stomach start to turn, an unfortunate wave of nausea overtaking her. She sat back on the bed, her mind running through the food she ate throughout the day to determine what caused this.

After a few minutes, she felt that unmistakable churn that forced her to leap off the bed. She barely made it to the toilet before she began throwing up. It felt as if her body was trying to rid itself of every substance she ever consumed. After a few minutes of heaving, she rested her head on her arms, exhaustion settling in, as she waited for the next wave she knew would be coming.

When the second wave hit, she didn’t even notice M’Baku behind her, holding her braids back for her. When she was done, she felt a damp rag wiping her forehead. She offered him a small smile and a feeble ‘thank you.’

“What happened, baby?” He whispered as he rubbed her back.

“I-I don’t know. Just one of those stomach bugs probably,” she waved his concerns away.

“Maybe we should go see a healer tomorrow, firecracker?”

Asha immediately shook her head. “No, no. I promise I’m fine.”

She pushed herself up and walked slowly over to their wooden counter. She discreetly leaned against it as she reached for her toothbrush. “Look, if I get sick again, I promise I will go see a doctor. But there is no need to fuss. I feel much better already.”

“Ok, one more incident and you are headed to the doctor, no complaints.”

“Yes sir. Now let me brush my teeth and then we can go back to bed. I’ll be there in a second.”

She watched M’Baku’s back retreat from her as he returned to their bedroom. She slumped forward, her head resting in her hand. Something was off, she knew that much.

***

“Are you sure you are ok?” M’Baku asked as Asha wrapped her arm in his as they strolled through the market. She rolled her eyes.

She appreciated M’baku’s protectiveness, truly. But sometimes it felt overbearing. Aside from that bout of sickness two days ago, Asha had felt fine. Still tired but fine. And yet, he has asked her how she was feeling every hour for the last 48 hours. But when she thought about the husband she almost had, she chose to be grateful for this quirk of his. It just meant he cared deeply and wanted her to know that. She would always appreciate that about him… the lengths he went to ensure she felt loved, cherished and protected every single day. He wanted her to be around as long as she possibly could be and wanted to protect her from anything that could stop that.

“When are you going to stop asking me if I am ok?“

“When you are back to my usual energetic, non-sleeping, sickness-free fire goddess,” he mused.

“I promise, it was just one night. Even goddesses get sick, my king,” she teased, as she waved at a few vendors as they passed by. “Seriously, I’m good.”

“If you say so,” he muttered, his usual response to her assurances, an indication that he didn’t really believe her.

They approached Asha’s favorite shop in the market, a dressmaker who was a true magician with fabric. Asha had dragged Nakia, Okoye, and Shuri here to see Adisa, firmly believing her dresses were better than 99 percent of the dressmakers in the Golden City.

“My king, my queen,” Adisa saluted them as they entered the shop.

“Asha!”

“Neema! It is Queen Asha, you know that. Be respectful,” her mother called as the little girl barreled toward her chief and chieftess.

Asha smiled as Adisa’s daughter came rushing up to her and rammed into her legs for a hug. She didn’t particularly care about the young girl, or anyone in the tribe, calling her by her title. She was still getting used to that part.

“Oof!” Asha exclaimed as she wrapped her small arms around her legs. “Have you gotten stronger since I was last here? I think you have found your next great warrior, M’Baku,” she mused, sharing a wink with her husband.

The young girl glanced up at M’Baku, her eyes big with wonder and excitement. “Reallyyyy?” Her baby voice asked. M’Baku swooped down and picked her up, the girl immediately resting her head on his shoulder.

“I agree! We need strong warriors like you. You will train hard, yes? I will be looking for you to join us in a few years,” he remarked, smiling at the young girl.

It always made Asha’s heart melt watching M’Baku interact with children throughout the tribe. They all adored him. He had such a way with them, gentle and loving.

He placed her feet back on the ground, offering her another big smile before she turned her attention back to Asha.

“Can you make the fire, Queen Asha, pleasseeeee?”

Asha smiled before taking a few steps back, to put a healthy distance between her and the young girl, and stretched out her hands. While she enjoyed free use of her powers in Jabariland, she honestly didn’t think much about them anymore or use them often, especially this time of year. They were a joy for everyone during the winter months, instant fire at her fingertips whenever they needed it. But in the summer, Asha’s gift wasn’t as necessary as others were. Only one year into living among the Jabari and she truly appreciated how the Chosen were seen as gifts and help to the tribe, each one stepping up to fill a need or a gap when necessary.

Asha concentrated as she stretched her hands out, several flames emerging before forming three small gorillas. She and Neema watched as the gorillas ran around in her palms, the young girl getting close enough to watch but keeping a safe distance to ensure she didn’t get hurt.

She giggled and clapped her hands at the show, before Asha closed her palms, causing the fire to die out.

“What do you say?” Her mother prompted as she carried several large garment bags out of the back of the shop.

“Thank you!”

She gave Asha another hug before running to the back room. As she straightened back up, Asha swayed slightly for a second, unexpected dizziness washing over her. She took a deep breath, ignoring it briefly.

“Thank you for always entertaining her. She just loves that.”

M’Baku took the long garment bags out of her hands, trading them for a stack of Wakandan dollars.

Asha waved her hand, “It is nothing. She is a dream, so sweet. And thank you for the new pieces. So happy I have something for King T’Challa’s birthday this weekend.”

“I hope you like them! Will I see you again next week? I will have some new things for you to try?”

Asha nodded, “Of course!”

She and M’Baku said their goodbyes before heading back into the market toward their carriage. She leaned against M’Baku, using him to help her walk as the dizzy feeling grew. She wanted to ask him to stop but didn’t want to send him into a frenzy in the middle of the crowded market. But after a few more paces, she realized she couldn’t take it any longer.

“My love, can we s-slow down for one second?” She asked, her feet coming to a halt.

“Of course. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just felt dizzy all of a sudden. I am sure it is nothing.”

His hands went to her waist as he examined her. After a few minutes of deep breathes, Asha finally opened her eyes to see the extreme concern in his.

“Better?”

She nodded, “Much. Thanks.”

“Good. And we will have no more of this. I am calling a healer as soon as we get home.”

“M’Baku…” Asha whined. “Please, don’t make a big deal out of this. I just needed a minute.”

“And I need for you to be ok, really ok. And you aren’t. Lying about that for my benefit isn’t helping either of us. Even if it is something small, I would rather know about it so we can deal with it. Understand?” He kissed her forehead gently.

Asha nodded, accepting that this was not a battle she could win. “Understood.”

***

Asha paced up and down their bedroom as she waited for M’Baku to come home from his office. He had demanded she take the day off and rest, rearranging her entire day for her and arranging for his private healer to come check in on her.

The healer had left over an hour ago, leaving behind a diagnosis Asha hadn’t never thought to consider.

She was pregnant.

She almost fainted when he told her. She even asked him to check again to be sure.

Asha couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t tell whether to be excited or terrified. Asha had always wanted children but convinced herself for years that she would never have them. And then M’Baku came along and changed all of that. He made her impossible dreams feel possible again. And they both wanted children, him an army of them. But not this soon, they had barely been married.

She worried they were moving too fast. After all, they had dated, gotten engaged and gotten married all in less than a year. Asha regretted none of it, even if the move to Jabariland came with a steep learning curve. She had figured it out and she had never been happier. However, children were not something you rushed, they were something you planned for. And they hadn’t done any real planning yet.

Part of her worried how M’Baku would react, but only for a second. Regardless of the timing, he would be ecstatic, beside himself.

She had spent the last hour pacing their quarters, wondering how to tell him. However, she wouldn’t have to wait much longer as she looked up to find him walking into their quarters.

“My love, you are supposed to be in bed,” he chastised lightly, kissing her on the forehead. “What’s wrong?” He asked immediately as he took in the stressed look on her face. “What did the doctor say?”

Asha stared at his chest. She knew there was a better way to tell him this, something cute and romantic. But she was freaking out and needed him… his strength, his steadfastness, his wisdom. He would forgive the lack of fanfare in the announcement.

“Nothing bad. I’m ok… I-I’m just pregnant.”

She stole a glance at his face, finding a smile slowly growing there like a blooming flower.

“What?” He asked for clarification.

“I am pregnant.”

“Ah!” Asha let out a light scream and laugh as she was suddenly swept off her feet. M’Baku captured her lips as he spun her around. She giggled lightly.

“Are you happy?” She asked.

“You have made me the happiest man in the world, Asha. I love you more than anything.” He kissed her deeply.

He clapped his hands and laughed as they broke apart, immediately launching into a speech.

“We have to celebrate! In the Golden City this weekend! Oh and we have to tell our families. AND the Council. They will be ecstatic at this news… an heir. Wow. Oh he or she will be the greatest leader the Jabari has ever seen.” Asha watched as he paced and talked, his excitement flowing out of him like the rivers cut the mountains. “I will carve them a knobkerrie and I s-should start on the crib now. Do you th-“ he stopped as he looked over at his wife, his words dying at the sad smile on her face.

“What’s wrong, usana?” He asked, immediately coming up to her and rubbing her bare arms. As he looked at her, he could see the signs of her anxiety and fear, the unshed tears she was desperately trying to hold back glistening vin her eyes. “Are you not happy?”

She shook her head immediately, “No, no. I am happy. Of course, I’m happy,” she emphasized looking up at him. “I ju-“ she shook her head again, hesitant at sharing her fears with him… fears she knew he wouldn’t share. “N-nothing, it’s nothing. I am happy, really.”

“Stop. No, do not do that. Something is bothering you. Tell me.”

Asha looked away from him, her fears growing as she struggled to voice her anxieties to her husband. This was the part of marriage she still struggled with, being vulnerable and letting him in.

“Hey, look at me, baby.” His hand gently guided her chin so her eyes were back on him. “Whatever you have, whatever you are feeling… the good, the bad, all the complicated feelings in between, I want to hear them. I want all of you, always, Asha. Please, tell me what is troubling you.”

“Do you think I would be a good mother?” She whispered.

M’Baku tilted his head in confusion. Of all the things he expected her to say, this was not it. “Of course. Why would you ask such a thing?”

Asha sighed, a tear falling down her cheek. “Y-You know how my parents were. I mean, I basically died a-and my mother didn’t even check on me. She never protected me o-or loved me. The moment she could rid me from her life, she did. I probably don’t have a mothering bone i-in my body. I don’t know how to do this a-and I thought we would have more time for me to figure it out. A-and I am terrified… terrified I will disappoint them a-and you.”

M’Baku settled next to her, a comforting hand rubbing her back. “You are nothing like your parents, Asha. What’s that American saying, ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?’ Well, you and your siblings seemed to have fallen in a different field.” His heart lifted at the little smile at graced her face at his joke. It shattered him to hear how little she thought of herself, how her parents’ actions still haunted her. He understood, saw it every time they were in the Golden City.

She had begun healing from her relationship with her father since she spoke with him in the Ancestral Plane… she had closure at least. But her mother… that was a minefield he, T’Challa, and Shuri tried to avoid, at Asha’s insistence. They maintained pleasantries at official events and in front of the Council, for the sake of optics. But other than that, M’Baku couldn’t think of the last time she and her mother had uttered two words directly to each other or been in the same room without T’Challa and Shuri. However, that didn’t stop the snide remarks sent her way from her mother.

Asha pretended it didn’t bother her to be ignored, disrespected by her mother continuously. But M’Baku saw it, the way her heart fell - even just for a second - every single time. He remembered her coronation 6 months ago, two days after their wedding. He still remembered her face when the rest of her family and friends descended from the Talon but her Ramonda didn’t. T’Challa’s sorry attempt to find an excuse for her couldn’t hide what they all knew: the Queen Mother simply didn’t care to attend. It crushed her, he knew, to never be accepted by her. He cursed himself for never thinking about how that might affect her feelings about parenting their own children.

He wrapped his arm around her, her body immediately nestling into his. “I have seen the way you are with our nieces and nephews, the other children here. They all love you, Asha. You are nurturing and kind, gentle. But most importantly, you affirm them always, you uplift them and do everything in your power to ensure they know how valuable and important they are. You are already leagues and bounds ahead of your mother. I have no doubt in your mothering abilities because you are a mother to everyone in this tribe who needs you. I have no doubt you will be the same for our child,” his hand rubbed her stomach through her thick knit sweater.

“You think so?” She asked quietly, wiping her tears.

He kissed the side of her head, “I know so. And I also know there is no shame in fear, usana. Fear is the consequence that comes with growing and stretching ourselves as people. Parenting is hard, it will be the hardest thing we ever do. And I am scared too,” he nodded, nonverbally reiterating his statement at her skeptical eyebrow raise. “I am. But I will lean on Hanuman and I will lean on you, as I always do when I am scared. And I hope you will do for me. We can do this, Asha. You can do this.”

Asha nodded, smiling at him, “You are amazing. How did I get so lucky?” Her lips connected with his cheek, his coarse beard tickling her lips.

“I ask Hanuman the same thing everyday about you,” he whispered back, kissing her forehead. “Come on firecracker,” he laughed as he watched her try to hide a yawn. “My Queen deserves all the rest and relaxation.”

He helped her strip down to her undies before giving her one of his sweaters to sleep in and helped her into bed. Before she settled fully, she waved her hand to extinguish the fire across the room, her body heat being enough for both of them. Once she was settled, he joined her as she draped her body over his bare chest.

“This will be good, Asha. We will be great parents,” he said as they laid in the darkness.

Asha smiled, the first genuine one since she found out the news.

“I think we will too.”

***

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[gasp-iwrotesomething]

Hey, sorry. I accidentally exited out of the request and it sent before I wanted it to, but can you please do a Dad!Neil Dresner? Where finds out his teenage daughter has a boyfriend? I imagine him to be very protective. Please and thank you. And I love your work.

Sure thing! And thank you for the compliment, I sincerely appreciate it; thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy it, @storiesformc!

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Neil wished he had more time to prepare. 

Time to come to terms, to grieve, to miss the little girl Marina was before she got a... boyfriend. The thought was so surreal. Even the silent monologue in his head pronounced it differently. How could Marina, the little girl who wouldn’t go to bed until you recited her favorite bedtime story up until she was 12, have a boy now? The perception of her as a toddler up to her 13th birthday is so ingrained in his head that now each time he sees her cuddled up with that boy... it’s all he can picture. That prompted Neil to be instantly protective--what kind of father wouldn’t for his baby? His wife, however, was ecstatic. She merely squealed and hugged Marina tight enough to crush her, spouting all of this motherly nonsense about growing up and falling in love. Neil was disappointed in her, frankly. MC was his defense always, even when he was slightly off his rocker. But what did he expect? The grumpy doctor fell head over heels for a rebel barely in her 20′s--who ever said gals like her would understand the feeling Neil felt when he pictured Marina and her boyfriend? 

That’s right, she wouldn’t know a lick of it.

Neil grumbles as he climbs into bed the following night, Marina’s announcement a boulder in his conscience. No matter which way he pushed or which way he pulled, Neil couldn’t rid himself of that burden of a thought. Marina’s got a boyfriend, MC recites brightly in his memory, her rosy cheeks tugged into a boundless smile, you believe it, Neil? Our baby’s growing up! He buries his scowling face into the pillows while her words play over and over, a broken record in his damned head. Life was simpler when he was just raising a babbling toddler who fell over her own two feet; simpler, but not easier. He could still remember the sleepless nights, the stressful mornings, the constant chatter… Beside him, MC joins him in bed and slips under the covers with him, her once-scarlet hair now deduced to loose brunette curls down to her shoulders. He could sense her eyes on him even with the pillow’s barrier and groans into its soft depths; the judgment was already there. “Neil, what’re you doing?” She sounds stern and Neil scoffs quietly. If only silence could be the answer to every problem you’ve got... 

“Nothing,” he mumbles.

MC squints down at him, his muffled words barely reaching. “Take that pillow off your face, I can’t hear you.”

Reluctantly, Neil shifts the pillow aside, the comforting fluff gone and replaced with the dreary pigments of their ceiling--that dull grey was starting to wear away his eyes more than the sun has. He was tired of the color. Maybe a lighter and more vibrant shade would do. “Honey, that frown isn’t saying anything I need to know,” she playfully nudges his arm, a grin spread on her lips, “or am I supposed to take a hint?” He sighs, head turning to his wife. She was a treasure in this bleak room, her effortless charm swamping him totally. Nowadays it was difficult to keep frowning, thanks to MC. Neil didn’t know what to think about that; be grateful or be grouchy. Either or, Neil was glad she was there to talk to--being a single father sounded like hell. “No, I’ll talk about it, just finding the words to not fight with you.”

MC quirks an eyebrow. “A fight? What would I fight with you about?”

“Marina and her new boyfriend,” Neil relents, his eyebrows slowly drawing together as his expression deepens, “I don’t think she should be messing around with no boys at her age.”

The silence that fills the air after he speaks indicates Neil was right; this would brew a disagreement between them.

MC shakes her head. “Marina’s 16, Neil, just 2 years shy of being a woman. It’s about time you give her some freedom, the girl’s got some exploring to do.” She slides under the covers while pinning Neil with a stern stare, the diamonds of her eyes glittering in the dim moonlight. But Neil didn’t pay no mind. Sure, Marina was on her way to be a woman but that road was 2 years long, which left a window open of her still being a kid--of her still being Neil’s little girl. “Maybe, but you heard her, they’ve only known each other for a week. A week! How are you not on your toes when you hear that, MC?” He gives her an incredulous glance. How was he supposed to take that expression? Over time, wrinkles and creases formed on MC’s pale face, so now her frowns always seem deeper and her smiles more animated. He could faintly see the disapproval on her lips, in her eyes, all focused intently on him. He imagined that he appeared the same way to MC. “A week is a good enough time to fall in love; say, we fell in love within the span of a couple months and look where we are now. Who are you to judge when love is love?” She hisses gently, the soothing hiccup of her accent coiling around her sassy tone. Apparently MC was caught up on the part where Marina cried “love!”, but who knows if she’s just blowing their passion for each other out of proportion? Still, even after MC’s rebuke, Neil’s opinion is unchanging. “Our little origin story isn’t comparable to this, MC. Love can form when it has enough time to grow or else it’ll crash and burn. We worked out because we let our love prosper and thrive before diving into each other’s gullets,” he remarks, gruff and headstrong, about as willing to back down as MC was. 

“Defining what you think is ‘true love’ isn’t going to help you win this. Everything’s different for everyone.”

“No, maybe not, but if it keeps Marina safe then I’ll be cracking open my damn dictionary.”

MC scoffs, pinching him quickly, “who said you couldn’t watch her back? You’re her daddy, Neil, you can look out for her while letting her live a little!”

No one speaks after her brief exclamation, the tension drawn tighter by the evident frustration the both of them faced. They never argued like this. Usually they’d disagree, talk, and smooth over the wrinkles, but now… Now they were determined to rough up their resolve before they even tried to be civil. After a couple seconds more of deep, stabilizing breaths, MC relents with a quiet sigh and cuddles up to Neil, her features now softened into a concerned furrow of her brows. She braces her hand on Neil’s chest, her fingers warm and tender to his flesh. “Listen, honey, I know how you feel--believe me, I do--but you’ve got to be more realistic. Whether you accept it or not, Marina’s getting older and closer to being on her own, she’s got to learn to think for herself. She’s a smart cookie. She’ll make for a fine independent woman, thanks to you. But now, I think you should give her a shot; see how this ship rocks with her new fella, you know?” MC pats his chest, a small assuring smile on her face. Neil mulls over her words. Maybe she was right in a way; maybe… maybe he was being a little too overbearing at times with Marina. But you couldn’t hold that against him, he loved his daughter. She was his world from the first breath down to these very seconds. Nothing’s changed except that she’s older, maturing, expanding into new walks of life that wouldn’t have suited her then. Marina was still his bundle of joy and he was still her caring, grouchy, sarcastic dad. 

Even if it meant handing her away to some boy, Neil had to be supportive and at least mindful of her wishes, her desires.

Sighing, Neil winds an arm around his wife’s shoulders and brings her closer to him, close enough to smell the serene aroma of her berry-scented shampoo. She relaxes into him, resting her cheek against his shoulder. “...I’ll think about it, MC,” he could feel her cheek move as she smiles softly against him, “but it’s going to take some time for me to… adjust to this whole ‘growing up’ thing.” It was true. Daily, Neil would see Marina at the dining room table and wonder just when in that 16 year gap she grew taller, prettier. Marina wasn’t very tall but she reached Neil’s collarbone standing beside him. She was a brunette--go figure--with most of her prize-winning features taken directly from her father, Neil. Maybe that was why he was so protective and nurturing to her, they were so alike side from her mother’s energetic personality; well, that and she’s their only child. 

He always had a feeling that she’d grow up to be beautiful, and seeing that unfold now, Neil was right in every facet imaginable.

“Thank you,” MC murmurs under the blanket of the shimmering moonlight, “I can tell this isn’t easy for you but I’m proud of you for trying.” He rubs her arm soothingly, allowing the tension to dissipate and fall into the background as he kisses her head. “I’m not exactly volunteering to do this but… I appreciate the sentiment, Mrs. Dresner.”

That claps the silence between them right where it stands, the both of them dissolving into a brief fit of laughter. Even if it would probably take the soul right out of him, Neil was willing to try--for his daughter and his wife.

He just hoped no no-good meathead would have to ruin this bliss for any of them, or else the doctor might have to shed his nurturing duty for a little bit.

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Comfort in the Sunrise

Genre: Fluff with a tiny bit of angst

Member: Doyoung

Word Count: 2.2k

Requested by: @rainyviolet

"What are you doing Friday night?" 

"I don't have any plans. I was going to go to cram school, but I just decided to catch up early on my math notes last night," I shrug reaching for my math workbook out my locker

Doyoung smiles, "Perfect. What do you think about a movie night?" 

"That sounds fun. What is playing in theaters right now?" 

"Actually I was thinking we could watch it in your dorm. Last time you came over my mom had us keep the door open the whole time," he shivers probably at the thought of his overbearing mother. 

I can't have Doyoung at the dorm again. The last time I snuck him in we ended up falling asleep on a school night. We got into a bunch of trouble with his parents. I wasn't able to see him for a month and a half including school. Mrs. Kim had spies all over the school. 

"I don't think that's a good idea. Your mom will kill you and me if she finds out." 

"That's exactly why I'll tell her I'm staying at Yedam's. He'll vouch for me." Doyoung suggests. I know right then and there he has been planning this out. 

"What if your mom calls his mom?" I ask, closing my locker. Then I turn to fully face him. I wonder how long he has been planning this. Probably the other night after we went to Daiso he was distracted.

Doyoung reaches for my books. He likes to carry them for me. He says he's just being a good boyfriend, but it's kinda embarrassing. Some girls around school think I push him around when it's actually nothing like that. It's actually the fact that Doyoung wants to be someone I can rely on so he just does little things that take the stress off my shoulders. 

"She won't. My mom trusts his mom a lot." Doyoung counters as you start your walk to your homeroom. 

"No, it's not a good idea. I don't want you to get in trouble." I conclude shaking my head. 

He wraps his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer whining, "Why not? Come on I'll be super careful." 

"No Doyoung and that's final I have to study anyway," I say, pushing him off my shoulders. I don't want to be harsh, but he'll keep bothering me about it if I don't make the situation semi-serious. 

"You'll change your mind," he says as we reach my homeroom. 

-

When lunch comes Doyoung is already at the door of the classroom waiting for you. He is holding his ID up between two fingers. Which means he wants both of you to go to the school pantry instead of getting lunch. A dead indication that he still wants to convince you to have a movie night. 

"Come on, let's go, we only have 45 minutes." 

I get up making my way over to him, "Don't try to buy your way over to my dorm." 

He gasps dramatically putting his hand over his chest, "Of course not. Can't I just get us some food." 

I looked at him, my eyebrow raised, "You're not gonna convince me." 

"I'm not even gonna try." 

-

When Friday comes around it seems that Doyoung has decided to give up on trying to come over. He does however seem to be sad about it. Although he doesn't want to show it he's sad you didn't agree. I just hoped that he would see that it was the best for both of you. 

"Are you still mad about the movie?" I ask after school on Friday. 

"No, I'm over it. You're right my mom would be mad if she found out and you could get in trouble too." Doyoung says. He has his arms crossed over his chest with my books placed in his arms. 

I feel bad. I decided to change the topic, "What are you going to do tonight instead?" 

"I'm just going to go to Yedam's we are going to work on a song for his class." He replies. 

"Finally I love it when you sing," I compliment pushing his shoulder. I'm teasing it a little bit. 

He turns red with a flush on his face, "I'm not even that good of a singer."

"Don't lie. You sing way better than I could ever." 

This makes Doyoung's face turn completely red. He holds the books a little tighter to his chest, "Whatever. It's getting late, you should head home." 

It's only like 5, but I still agree to head home. Korea is safe, but not every place is 100% safe. "Text me when you finish your song with Yedam I wanna be the first one to hear it." 

"Of course I'll see you later." 

-

"Add in two tablespoons of Korean Red Pepper Flakes. I usually use two, but you can use more depending on the amount and how spicy you want your tteokbokki." The Korean ajumma instructs. I'm watching a video on how to make tteokbokki. I'm craving it but delivery is expensive when you don't have a job.

"Is that too much?" I questioned to myself. I don't want it to be super spicy, but I also don't want it to be bland. "You know what I should have just made grilled cheese. It would have been simple, easy, and not take me 30 minutes." 

I added the red pepper to the pot watching it as the water turned bright red. Hopefully, the red pepper won't add too much of a kick. I keep watching the video as the lady adds in more red pepper to the pot. As I wonder if I have cheese on the top of my tteokbokki someone knocks at my door. 

It's probably just one of the girls from next door. Usually, they ask me if I want to crash at their place and watch a movie. Being away from home can get super lonely. Without even second-guessing myself I open the door. Instead of seeing one of my neighbors, I'm met with a smiling Doyoung. 

"Surprise," he says. Walking into the threshold of my apartment, arms opened waiting for a hug. 

"How did you get in?" I question instead. If Doyoung comes over I usually have to sneak him in before curfew. Which also consists of me hiding him in my closet when the RA comes to check our rooms.

He shuts the door walking in, "I had one of the girls hide me." 

"You had another girl hide you in their room! What is wrong with you?" I exclaim my eyes wide. He really is an idiot. 

"Don't worry it was one for the 1st year girls. I think she has a crush on me. She was blushing a lot," he casually responds walking into the kitchen, "Oh you're making food. Can I have some?" 

"No, you can't. You shouldn't even be here. You have to leave." I complain following him. 

He sighs, getting a bowl down from the cabinet, "Too late now. It would be a risk to sneak me back out." 

"I can't believe this is your idea of a surprise." I make my way back to the stove. I check on the rice cakes to see if they are soft. 

"It's not that big of a deal." He shrugs off. 

I turn around at that remark. "No, it is a big deal. Getting caught means I won't be able to see you anymore. Not only that, but I could get kicked out of school." 

His look slightly changes after my comment, "I didn't think about that. Look babe I'm sorry I snuck into your dorm. I should have listened when you kept telling me no." 

Frowning I think about the situation he's just put us in. Since he can't leave until the morning might as well just eat and watch a movie or something. "It's okay. Should we eat now?" 

-

Later on into the night, the streets are dead silent. No more cars can be heard on the roads. The building is also at a halt with all the girls probably asleep by now. Doyoung and I just decided to finish off the food. Didn't take very long since I only technically made enough for one person, but in light of the recent intruder, I had to share. We just decided to watch Hi Bye Mama which led to us cuddling on the couch. My head is lying on his shoulder. It's around 2 am by now which means we should probably go to sleep now. 

"Are you tired?" I ask, resisting the urge to yawn. 

"Yeah, we should probably go to bed now." He stands up stretching, arms outstretched, a yawn leaving his mouth. I get up right after him picking up one of the throw pillows on the couch. Doyoung squinted his eyebrows raised confused, "Are we sleeping on the couch?" 

"No I'm gonna sleep on my bed you're taking the couch."

He groans, "We usually sleep together." 

I continue to arrange the couch into a makeshift bed. I snorted, "That was before you completely ignored what I said and well I don't know snuck into my dorm. Not to mention you had a 1st year help you." 

I start to walk off but am pulled back by a frowning Doyoung, "If I sleep here my back will hurt. Please I promise no funny business." 

"Nope, you broke my trust. You sleep on the couch," I say patting him on the check. I walk away before he can say anything else. Although I can hear him mumbling under his breath. 

-

At around 5 I wake up in a cold sweat. My head is burning up. Not to mention the headache I have feels even worse. Trying to get up is also a no go. Every time I try to sit up, my stomach churns. My throat is sore too. I feel paralyzed. 

"Doyoung," I try to call out. It hurts to yell, but I still call out for him. 5 minutes or so passes before I finally hear my bedroom door open. 

"Are you okay?" Doyoung asks from the door. It's nearly pitch dark in my room. The only light is from the sunrise that is slowly beaming in through the curtains. 

I don't respond verbally just slowly trying to shake my head. When the pain hits I let out a cry the tears start to fall from my eyes. Doyoung is over at the bed crouched down within seconds. He feels my forehead as soon as he reaches the bed. 

"You're burning up. Are you sick? Should I go get some medicine?" 

I just groan in disagreement. I manage to croak out a small 'water'. He's up and out after that. The tears start to fall faster when the fridge door is opened. I finally manage to shift in my bed immediately curling myself into a ball. Doyoung came back with a cup of water and straw after I moved. Sitting by the side of my bed he reaches over to wipe the hair out of my face. 

"Here take a sip," I take a small sip from the cup which helps. My throat is no longer dry. There are still soft caresses on my head. Doyoung shifts from his knees to sitting on his butt. His eyes are wide and filled with concern. All the attention is on me. It's kinda embarrassing that I have to rely on him for so much. 

"I'm sorry," I get out. My throat is still scratchy, but it doesn't hurt as much to speak. 

"You don't have to be sorry for anything," he replies. His hand moves to rest on my cheek. His thumb moves slightly wiping at the tear stains. He lets out a sigh, "Can you tell me what happened?" 

I try to look anywhere else, but at him. This is really not how I wanted my Saturday to go. I should tell him though he'll understand. Doyoung usually knows what to say and what to do. If I tell anyone it should be him.

"Yeah, I just had a bad dream," I confess.

"Ah," is how he responds. I can tell he is thinking about what the right thing to say is. One of the reasons I like him so much. Although I am a little standoffish he always pushes me to open up. Little by little he has become a rock for me. 

"I'm sure you don't want to tell me about it. I won't force you to do anything you don't want too. Look I will stay with you till you don't want me to be here anymore. Or if you want me to leave now I will. What is your choice?" 

"Stay." 

Doyoung nods he gets up from his spot on the floor. Slipping his slippers off he climbs over me laying down in the bed. He pulls the sheets back and snuggles into a pillow. I slowly turn around to look at him. 

The smile he gives me makes me forget about the headache pounding in my head. The only thing in my mind is him. I really am lucky to have him.

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Locked Down | Tyson Jost

Word Count: 1969 Note: This is my first time writing non-headcanon-y fanfic, but Tyson is my... exactly my type so here goes nothing

It was probably a mistake to bring your boyfriend back to your hometown for the holidays. You knew this. It wasn’t that you were worried that your parents wouldn’t like him. No, Tyson puts his hand on the small of your back and leans in to check on you randomly throughout the day which makes your mom give you a knowing look. And his mom raised him to go in the kitchen, put on an apron, and ask to be put to work - even if he was hopeless. Tyson was any parent’s dream boyfriend. The problem was that your family, and specifically your female relatives, had the tendency to be a bit overbearing… especially when it came to your love life.

“(Y/N), can you come help me in the kitchen for a minute,” your mother called. Your hand was in Tyson’s and your legs were intertwined so he also rose to follow you. “Not you Tyson, dear, you just relax,” she said. You looked back at Tyson to see him shrug and go back to watching the cheesy Netflix movie. Your fuzzy sock covered feet shuffled to the kitchen where your mom was waiting. “What do you need,” you asked as you entered to which your mom replied with a belabored sigh. “I don’t actually need anything,” she gave you a duh look which made you feel more like you were back in middle school than a grown adult talking with your mother. “I just wanted to talk to you about that boyfriend of yours,” your mom said with a smirk. Now you were the one sighing. You move to slouch against the counter as your mom keeps talking.

“I think we were all just wondering when you were going to lock that down.”

“Mother,” you gasped. This made that damn smirk on her face grow. You and Tyson had been dating for less than a year, you had met his family during the playoffs and then again when you visited him in the off-season and the holidays had been his turn. All you had wanted was a peaceful trip. You had even thought it might be the best holiday season yet because you would have Tyson with you, but of course, your family had to meddle. He was the first boyfriend you had ever officially brought home. And ever since you were in high school there were always relative and family friends asking if you had a boyfriend yet or if you would be willing to go out with Janet’s “very successful” grandson. 

“Mom, we aren’t there yet,” you started, “we’re young and we haven’t been together long and Tyson has hockey.” Your mom rolled her eyes and batted her hand as if none of that mattered. “(Y/N), he’s a wonderful boy and all I’m saying is that your grandma is getting older and you know she would want to go to your wedding…” she told you. “Are you really trying to guilt me into getting married? This is a new low” you huffed. Your mom was sadly not one to stop pressing. “My veil is upstairs and, I mean, you really don’t want to wait too long.” You determinedly spun around to march out of the kitchen. As you reentered the living room you paused for a second as you saw Tyson curled up with a blanket on the sofa, seemingly enamored with the silly holiday movie. You moved to stand in front of him and reached both of your hands out for his. “Do you want to go somewhere,” you asked. Even though the movie seemed to be at its climax with the main character going through some kind of post-breakup montage, Tyson dutifully stood up and went with you as you pulled him to the door to get your coats, keys, and shoes. 

The sun went down so early in the winter so while it wasn’t that late it was dark out… and cold. Not quite raining or snowing, but there were wet flurries here and there as you walked down the path towards the car. Tyson hopped in the passenger’s seat because you knew the roads having grown up here. Both of you were quiet as you began to drive. There wasn’t a clear destination in your head. You headed towards the downtown part of the city where there was more to do, just hoping that something would jump out at you. That something that you had been waiting for jumped out at Tyson instead.

“Hey, hey, hey, (Y/N),” he blurted out excitedly. As you looked at what he was frantically pointing at you saw the outdoor ice rink. You looked back at him questioningly. “Tyson, you skate every day,” you said. “Yeah, but not with you,” he replied drawing out the last word. At that, you exaggeratingly raised your eyebrow thinking of the Avs family skate the two of you had gone to just over a week ago. He returned your look with puppy dog eyes that had you pulling into the first available parking spot. 

While you were waiting in line for your skates, Tyson hip-checked you and then pulled you back by your clasped hand. You thought he probably sensed that something was off. If your quietness wasn’t enough of an indicator, the fact that you rushed out of the kitchen and then promptly dragged him out of the house definitely was. He moved to wrap an arm around your waist and then kissed the top of your hair. Tyson had the wonderful quality of always being snuggly warm without overheating you so you pressed yourself against him in an attempt to warm up. 

Once you finally had your rented skates in hand, he insisted on tying them for you. Afterwards, he reached out a hand to pull you up. While you hadn’t been raised a skater in any sense, Tyson had worked hard to teach you on a few different occasions which meant that at this point you could solidly skate around without falling. As your skating ability increases so did his ability to tease you while skating. When you first started he couldn’t even move from your death grip without you panicking, but now that you could keep yourself steady he could pull you faster or be otherwise obnoxious to make you laugh. In this case, it meant Tyson trying to spin you under his arm like you were ballroom dancing. This meant that you would inevitably stumble into his chest, both of you in fits of giggles. 

That was one of your favorite parts of dating Tyson. He had an uncanny ability to cheer you up. If you had a bad day at work he would put on a production of singing ‘00s pop songs until tears were streaming down your face from laughing so hard. When he was in Edmonton and you were still in Colorado, he sent you a framed picture of himself with a note that said, “just because I know you miss me sooooooooooooo much.” Now here he was spinning you around an outdoor rink in your hometown, being perfect one again. 

As the night grew on, the other skaters began to clear out which left just you, Tyson, and a group of three teenagers still on the ice. The two of you were skating more calmly while you chatted quietly about random things - some prank he had played on JT, a story Grandpa Jost had told about his band practice, a project you were doing at work. Eventually, he pulled you to the side of the rink so that you faced each other. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened,” he asked with a knowing look on his face. You tried to play dumb and put on your best I have no idea what you’re talking about face. Tyson sighed, “do you really think I’ll believe that you just happened to storm out of the kitchen and drag me out for no reason?” He clearly had you cornered but in a last ditch effort you tried to steer the conversation away one more time: “I thought you were having fun! You’re the one who wanted to go skating.” Tyson crossed his arms and gave you a look which told you he wasn’t going to let you avoid the question.

“Okay, fine. My mom was just pressuring me… about you. And I needed a break,” you told him. As you looked back up to make eye contact you could see Tyson’s face drop. “Oh,” he said, “I thought they liked me.” Your heart broke at how sad he looked. It was clear that he really was trying hard to impress them and valued their opinion of him. Even though you would rather not tell him just how much your family liked him, you knew that you had to. It might make things a bit awkward - not because he would get scared off, but because you knew that he would likely tease you incessantly - but it would at least take the kicked puppy look off of your boyfriend’s face.

You sighed, “no Tyson, they fucking loved you, that’s the problem.” The sad look on his face diminished slightly, curiosity taking its place. “My mom may have been asking me when I was going to lock that down,” you told him, making air quotes around the final words. At this, Tyson broke out into a wide smile, “I see.” He spun away a bit and broke out into Gracie Hart’s, “you think I’m gorgeous, you wanna daaaate me, love me, and marry me!” You put your hands to your red face and began skating towards him as he waggled his eyebrows and did a little dance. “Tyson it’s not funny,” you whined. At this point you had reached the other side of the rink as he wrapped his arms around your waist and once again pressed you against the rail. 

“Seriously though, (Y/N), like, I see a future with you… You’re my favorite person and when I do get “locked down” I want you to do it.” He was clearly trying to make it a bit of a joke in case you didn’t respond the same way, but it still took you aback. In all honesty, you loved Tyson and couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. “Well, yeah, I’m hopelessly in love with you, Tys. But that doesn’t mean that I want my mom shoving her veil in my hands,” you were mumbling into his chest, but he heard you. “Yeah, I still have to buy a ring… hire a flashmob, all that stuff,” he teased. You jokingly pushed him away which made him laugh loudly while pulling you back into him. 

With both of you feeling content and the night air getting colder and colder you went back to your parent’s house for the night. You entered the front door, instantly feeling the warmth from the fireplace. The adults who were staying over were in similar positions to how you left them. They seemed to be playing some sort of card game around the coffee table. You waved to everyone as you pulled Tyson with you towards the stairs. Right before you would be out of their view, Tyson stopped and turned around.

“(Y/M/N), I’ll give you a heads up of when to pull out the veil, okay?” he shouted down. You looked to see a massive grin take over your mom’s face. “Tyson!” you chastized before running up the stairs to follow his giggling form to your room. Embarrassment and meddling mothers aside, you felt light and happy knowing that you and Tyson were in it for the long haul. The two of you had countless more giggly, teasing nights ahead of you and you couldn’t wait.

[joonyverse]

residency troubles - kim namjoon (bts)

Summary: You were a resident in her 3rd year at a prestigious hospital, who happened to be the daughter of the director of said hospital, and had a little bit dark past. Professor Kim was a neurosurgeon, who came to the States, but decided to come back, and work for the hospital you were at. And then one occurrence lead to another.

Warning: abusive parent figure, family problems, violence, minor character’s death, childhood trauma, infidelity, light smut scene (not reader’s), grammar mistakes, incorrect medical terms, failing english

word count: 10.8K

kim namjoon x f! readers

doctor!au

Sound of ECG being the only sound that you could register, amidst the layers of yells being thrown at you, or your surrounding. The rapid sound the machine made, indicating how the person on the bed was unstable. Having been pushed aside, you could only watch, not knowing what to do anymore. You saw the doctor giving the patient CPR, sweats running down his face, as he fight for the life that literally depending on his hand. You could only wish miracle upon the sky. 

But then, just like how the sky granted your wishes, the ECG sound was back to normal. Heart rate continue to beat stable, and gradually getting steady. The doctor stepped aside, before he wipes the precipitation on his face, from the energy he spent trying to save a life. He glare into your way. His glare was cold. Shivers running down your spine. It’s like a bucket of cold water had been poured over you. You gulped down, and quietly follow him into a space where no patients were in vicinity.

This was the calm before the storm.

“Are you even a doctor?” He asked. His voice was cold and distant. It feels like the alcohol swab that you use before getting pricked by a needle.

You looked down, only able to stare at your feet. You knew it was your fault. Your fault here could be someone else’s life being endangered. And you should have known better. It’s not like it was your first year. And you acted like a complete intern.

“I’m sorry doc, it won’t happen again” you said.

“Yeah, because when you did it again, a patient would die!” He yelled the last part at your face. You flinched a little bit at the sudden raise of voice.

“I’m sorry doc” you said, your voice sounds even more inaudible if it was even possible.

“God y.n, you’re fucking clumsy! How could you even get into residency? I wonder… Daddy’s money?” He said in a belittling voice.

You gulped down. You want to fight back, but you can’t. His aura was way too overbearing and powerful for you to beat.

“You can’t do a single thing right! Nothing! You keep making rookie mistakes!” He yelled. “That patient, he was allergic to your prescription, and he could have DIED! But no, you ignore the chart, and act like a know it all!” He yelled once again. And you took it like a big girl, holding your tears in. Was it because of the yell? Or was it because you almost cost someone’s life? You didn’t know anymore.

“Fix it, another one rookie mistake, and you are over” he reprimanded before he left you alone with your thoughts.

You solemnly walk towards the office room, sitting on your reserved desk. You lean back into the back of the arm chair. You let out a sigh, feeling like a heavy burden in your chest was lifted. You quickly wiped your tears that threatened to fall. You shook your head.

“That was stupid mistake” you mumble to yourself. “You were an idiot pretending to be a know it all” you continued,

Your train of thoughts were being cut off as the sound of door opening filling the room. You looked towards the source of disturbance, seeing your friend who was in a no better shape walking in. Just like you, she plopped onto her armchair, energy drained from her soul.

She rolled her armchair towards yours. She put her hand into her scrubs pocket as she fished for something. She pulled out a banana milk and handed it towards you. You take it with a grumble, signing that you indeed need some sugar right now, 

“God, you’re still here?” Jiwoo asked as she take a sip of her strawberry milk.

You nodded with a pout on your face as you took a sip of the banana milk Jiwoo so kindly gave. “Professor Park needs me to do some errand last night so I couldn’t go home, and then when I knew it, it’s already morning! And then there plenty of emergency cases I need to handle, and then… Doctor Yoo yelled at me” you said. Your voice was solemn. Your eyes were looking down. Exhaustion was evident in your demeanour alone.

“Is it because of Minwoo? The seven year old kid?” Jiwoo asked to which you responded with a nod.

Jiwoo suddenly bend down to look at your face better. “God, I was damn tired, and then I see your face and I immediately feel better” she said.

You looked up, you gave her a cheeky smile. “Why? Because I’m a doctor and I’m pretty?” You said as you put your palm into a flower pose.

Jiwoo scrunched her nose. “No, because it looks so apparent you just got dragged into hell and your eyebags are competing with pandas’” she said. “Just go home y.n, it’s not even healthy anymore” she added.

“I can’t, I’m going to assist Professor Park’s surgery, and maybe after that, I’ll be able to go home” you said, your frown became more apparent.

Jiwoo got up from her seat before she gave you a pat on your head. “Good luck, and I better not see you here after my surgery is over!” She said.

“Whose surgery are you assisting?” You asked before she walked out.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Professor Lee’s.”

Sound of ECG once again rang through your ears. It’s drumming inside your very being to the point you swore you can hear it in your silence mind. The tension was high inside this operation room. Your heart was drumming inside your chest.

“Suction” Professor Park asked, You quietly handed him the suction.

You prayed to all Gods above that this too shall be saved. He deserves another life. You knew that better than anyone here. Well maybe, other than Professor Park himself. God, he was just seven year old, there’s so many things he needs to see, he needs to be, and you want to save him more than anything else.

“Professor, he’s losing a lot of blood, he’s unstable” the anaesthesiologist said.

You can see Professor Park’s brows furrowed, as he was getting even more focused if that was even possible. You saw him getting even more frustrated but he keep composed.

Suddenly the heart rate picks up. Your head snapped towards the ECG, like an instinct. “Professor-“

“I know, y.n, I know” he cut you off. You can feel his frustration and desperation in his voice. You grew antsy and anxious. And yet you held it in. You might get kicked out if you show signs of such things and that’d be the least thing you want.

You can see that the anaesthesiologist getting even more anxious. And that really didn’t help you calm down in any way. You knew this was bad. When the professor did all the right thing, but the patient keeps being unstable, you knew this was bad. You knew Professor Park done all the best he could, and yet you knew the boy wasn’t going to make it. In fact, everyone in the room knew that. But everyone, gave their best till the very end. 

Until the sound of flat line hit your ear drums.

You grew motionless. 

But Professor Park wasn’t one to give up. He kept trying to revive the kid. Wanting to give him the last chance he could get.

But the universe wants him back. They love him more. 

And so you watch as the kid lay there on his death bed, motionless, no heart activity. Everyone in the room hung their heads low. Everyone tried their best, but fate says it’s time for him to go. 

It’s the thought that the kid was so young. So fragile. So small in this big world. So many for him to explore… and they took that away from him.

“Time of death, 12th of May 2020, 10:25” Professor Park announced.

The operation room was solemn. And you quietly close him up. You move your emotion aside, as you carefully close him up, not wanting him to hurting despite his inability to feel.

As soon as you were out of the room, you were walking like a corpse, too many thoughts went pass your head. And yet you can’t think of a specific one. You should have gotten used to patients’ death, and yet you don’t. Every each one still hits you hard. Watching someone’s life depended on you and yet they still losing grasp, it’s always hurts, it’s always feel you’ve failed them each time, despite you knowing that there’s nothing you can do.

You walk back towards your office. Your head hung low. Tears were brimming in your eyes. Your chest was heavy and painful. The kid deserves so much more. And it hits you like brick. You don’t even want to imagine how the mother must be feeling if you were feeling this way. Memories of how you played around with him, laugh with him, giving him encouragements and comforts, as he went through his time in the hospital, flashes by you. You wiped the tears that had fallen down as you continue to made your way back into your office to pack and clocked out.

You entered the passcode into your digital lock, your emotion and energy were as drained as ever. You sighed as you entered your apartment. You threw your bag carelessly as you walked into your kitchen. You reached for a glass to pour yourself some water. The water did somewhat its work on soothing your heart that was in agony. But you were tired. You want nothing but to sobs into your pillow.

You looked into the couch in the living room. Your boyfriend’s shirt was there, and you for a moment wonder. The weather was cold and your boyfriend… felt hot?

Suspicion immediately filling your head. You brace yourself for whatever behind the door of your shared bedroom. You brace yourself for another heartbreak.

And then you heard it,

“Seokjin, please don’t stop- ah- fuck, please don’t stop!” A girl, who certainly wasn’t you cried out.

You were beyond mortified. Your eyes widened. You were disgusted beyond anything as you very well know what’s going on behind the door.

You opened the door roughly, it bang to the frame. You saw them, on your bed. Your Bed. Your boyfriend on top of her, having his balls deep into her. You were hurt, betrayed, but most of all, you were livid. You were furious above all.

But both of them wasn’t any better. They both looked at you, flustered, that you caught them red handed. You scoffed at the sight.

“I should have expected that” you said. Your voice was rather calm. But anyone who heard that, and see how you shook on your ground, knows that this was the calm before the storm.

You saw your boyfriend moved to reach out to you. The girl beneath him whimpered as he moved. You immediately feel waves of disgusts all over your body, drowning you in it.

“Just fucking finished your thing, and pack your things after that” you said before you step out of the room, not bothering to even close the door.

Seokjin finally pulled out and stepped onto the floor, racing towards you.

He grabbed a hold of your hand that you roughly tossed. 

“You are filthy, so please don’t touch me” you said, your voice who usually full of warmness for him, now cold and full of venom.

Seokjin knew he messed up. He never sees you like this, but then again there was a first for everything. You were usually cheerful, bubbly, your voice held such warmth that makes anyone that come across you wants to be by you all the time, no doubt. 

“Please listen-“

“Listen to what Kim Seokjin? I saw it all! You were spared on the need to explain!” You yelled. Your composure was failing and you don’t have the intention to keep it.

He stayed silent, he knew there was nothing to explain, when you saw it all. And you knew that too.

“Just fucking go okay? Spare me from the pain, I’ve had enough for today, and it’s barely midday! I already have a poor kid died on me only to go home to see my boyfriend fucking his other lover, so please just go” you said as you took a seat on your couch. Your arms were over your eyes, you wanted nothing but to cry… and cry even more.

Seokjin was concerned above all. He was your friend at some point. He knew how hard you took patients’ death, and he clearly was the cherry on top.

He slowly made his way back to fix his mess before them both leave you alone, in your misery  and tears.

A month had passed since then. Everything moved so fast when you focused solely on work and nothing else. Jiwoo would call you a horse for working day and night, not letting anything getting in your way. You keep shoving your nose up the job, working like a robot would do, that even Professor Park teased you for being one.

Your days would be fill of helping Professor Park handling the patients. Giving commands to the fellow residents that was below your year. Running from one hall to another. Death was almost become something numbing to you. Almost.

And yet everyday, people around you keep reminding you that you were human first before anything else. You worked hard, wanting to be recognised for your hard work and your hard work only. You forgot to have fun, Jiwoo said.

It’s not easy. To be the daughter of the director of the hospital itself. Everyone think that you are able to get your place because of your connection. Because daddy is paying everyone’s pay-check. And so you worked hard everyday, trying to prove yourself, that you deserving of your place there.

How can people accuse you of such things when your dad was trying so hard to forget about you when it comes down to family…

Jiwoo would stop you everyday from working yourself over the limit. So does Professor Park. They would both stopped you from taking everyone’s shift, from staying at the hospital any longer than you’re supposed to.

But it’s hard to convince you when you’re so set on something.

It was lunch time. Both you and Jiwoo use it to quickly get some lunch before any calls can get to you both. Especially when the cafeteria is serving your favourite curry that day. Jiwoo would secretly convince the chefs there to just make curry everyday so you would leave your work and eat more enthusiastically, but of course she wasn’t able to convince them.

You were enjoying the curry to your heart content. It’s the littlest thing like this that reminds you that you were indeed human above all, as dramatic as it sounds. Jiwoo watched you with amusement.

“I tried so hard to be a good friend, and you still choose curry over me” Jiwoo said in fake annoyance. She playfully stab the potato in anger.

You swallowed your food with a smile on your face, as you looked up at her. “Curry heals my heart Jiwoo, this is not just any curry, this is magical curry” you said In a teasing manner which caused Jiwoo to scoffed.

And then suddenly Jiwoo sat straighter, fixing her posture. Her eyes widening. Seeming more tense than before. You slowed your eating pace in confusion. Your eyes scanning your surrounding, which seemingly collectively has their focus on one point.

You turned your head towards said point. Your eyes squinting, your brain going into even more confusion than before. You even scratch your eyes repeatedly to make sure that your eyes aren’t playing you, and yet the sight still was as shocking as ever.

Your ever, so arrogant, and what the workers would say, intimidating, father was there. In the cafeteria. That you swore he would swear he would never touch, not even the ground. You almost throw your curry at him if it was possible.

There was a man beside him. A handsome and young looking one. He was tall, his brown hair slicked back. He looked as clean as ever. A glasses sitting on top of his nose bridge. He looks smart, brilliant even. Well he must be, seeing him walking side by side with the director of the prestigious hospital. To sum it up, he was the finest man you’ve ever seen to walk in this hospital, he was a sight to see for sore eyes.

But you quickly shook the thought out of your head. You quickly turning back towards your food. As you see from your peripheral view that everyone around you, including Jiwoo stood from their seat to give them a bow before they sat back down. And suddenly the cafeteria was somewhat quieter than before. You hated it.

“What an asshole” you muttered under your breathe. You then felt a kick on your foot. You looked up towards Jiwoo who was still standing, and now her eyes are spatting curses at you.

“What?” You mouthed in annoyance.

“Stand up” Jiwoo mouthed back before she kicked your foot once again. You rolled your eyes and give in to her request.

You turned around. You saw that your father and the man beside him… and whoever walked along with them have their focus on you. You suspected that it was because your father was staring at you, wanting the respect he deemed to be deserving. You sighed and gave them a half hearted bow before you sat back down and continue to eat your food. You felt bad because you didn’t mean to be rude to anyone but your father.

That was until suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, that stopped you from eating. The cold but yet so familiar touch on your shoulder. You sighed and turned your head towards the intruder of your meal.

“This is y.n, my daughter, she is a resident here, she worked for Professor Park, your friend right?” Your father said, smile was on his face. But you know so well this was the smile he uses on someone he’s trying to impresses.

“Ah yes, he is my friend… Jimin” The handsome young man said with a smile. His voice was so deep, you swore you could drawn in it.

“Y.n, this is Professor Kim, a neurosurgeon from the States! He’ll be working with us, greet him” Your father said with a smile ever so radiant, you almost puke. 

You faked a smile back at him, playing your good daughter card on. Jiwoo looked at the both of you nervously.

“Nice to meet you, I’m y.n, a resident in the general surgery department” you introduced yourself, with a smile more genuine at Professor Kim.

Your father patted your shoulder again. “Right, good, about our dinner later tonight, y.n, I hope you’ll be able to make it” your father said to the both of you. “You have no shift tonight, right y.n?” you father asked.

“No sir, y.n is free for tonight” Jiwoo cut in before you were able to say a word out of your mouth, “I’ll make sure she’ll make it on time” she added.

You mentally slapped your forehead. And god you thought you couldn’t loathe the situation any further.

“Right, thank you Jiwoo” your father said to Jiwoo before he walked away.

You threw your spoon lightly on the table once they’re out of sight. You sighed in full annoyance now. “Why would you do that?!” You whisper-yelled at Jiwoo.

Jiwoo gave you a cheeky smile in return. You really wish you could get angry at her really. “So miss y.l.n here won’t work herself to death, and able to dine in with the most handsome and smartest man ever to walk in this earth” Jiwoo said, her smile was faking innocence.

You gasped, feeling scandalous, feeling like Jiwoo had just seen you naked, seen through you. “Jiwoo!” You gasped.

“What? It’s true! I can swear upon my life you were ogling the professor! Undressing him straight with your eyes!” She said between laughter, as she accused you.

You whined at her. “Oh come on! I was not okay!” You said, threatening to throw your spoon towards her head.

“Oh come on! My girl deserves to have some fun and love too!” Jiwoo teased. And then she suddenly lean in and looked you straight in the eyes. “Especially with the neurosurgeon professor that’s known for being so smart, is popular at the States, handsome, deep voice, and your father trying to impress” she said, her voice was loud enough only to be heard by you.

Your eyes widened, it’s almost like you got possessed and suddenly the picture of the professor being said infiltrated your mind. Him standing there, looking so fine, with his smile and dimples. But before your thought can get any further, a loud voice cut you off from your training thought. 

“You guys are seemingly having fun! Without me! I don’t like it!” Jimin said, shocking both you and Jiwoo, before he sat down beside you.

“Professor, y.n here is going to go out on a date!” Jiwoo said before laughter making its way once again to her.

“A date?!” Jimin shrieked. “My god, finally you blessed this desert with some water to survive from! Y.n is going on a date!” He said.

You now physically slapped your forehead. You can see some people gave your table a stare for a second before going back to eat again.

“How can it be a date when, one, I just met him today, and two, the dinner has my father in the variable” you grumbled before you roughly stabbed a potato and fed it into your mouth.

“Wait… does it mean… it’s Namjoon?!” Jimin once again, leaning closer towards you. Your eyes widened once again. Who now?

“Professor Kim! Kim Namjoon!” Jimin said, after seeing the confusion in your face. You shrieked at the name, almost jumped in to cover his mouth. You don’t want another rumour surrounding you. Now you remember that Professor Kim had mentioned Jimin as his friend before.

“Oh my god, y.n, I swear he’s nice! And he’s single… well as far as I know, but I can totally introduce you to him!” Jimin said with so much enthusiasm, people would think he’s the one that’s going to be introduced to someone.

“You know what? I’m done eating lunch, Jiwoo, Jimin, you can chat, but I’m going now” You said in a flustered state, causing Jiwoo to teased you even further. 

The clock shows 5pm. Everyone around you is hurrying you to go home, put some makeup on, and clean up. It was mostly Jiwoo who urged you to do so, she even go as the length of promising to drive you there and back. Jimin even told you to clock out as soon as you can. You swore you would rather spent more time in the operating room then go through the dinner. You whined in protest, but what can you do when it’s you versus everyone?

And so there you were, finding yourself rummaging through your wardrobe that you’ve been so long abandoned ever since you start pulling lots of night shift. That you don’t bother to touch ever since you opted to watch Netflix at home is more fun than going out for some fun Friday nights. 

You ended up choosing a formal white dress. It fits prettily on you and just right, accentuate your features so nicely. You chose a baby pink Saint Laurent purse to go with it, knowing it looks cute and beside, you haven’t use it in forever. A pair of black rockstud caged pump from Valentino completing your outfit of the night. You applied some light makeup too. You had to admit that it was somewhat a personal satisfactory and pleasure to clean up like this, something that you haven’t done in so long.

As soon as you stepped out of your room into the living room, Jiwoo who was waiting there had her eyes on you, mouth agape. You rubbed your sides instinctually, feeling somewhat self-conscious.

“Does it looks weird? God it’s been so long since I did this, I maybe forgot my touch-“

“Cut the nonsense! You look as stunning as ever!” Jiwoo said as she approached you. You gave her a thankful smile.

“You know how much I hate going to a dinner, god, I’m only doing this for you” you said to her as you both walked towards her car that was parked in the basement.

“Girl, you’re going to thank me once you start getting some” Jiwoo said, a teasing smile on her face.

~~~

A car ride later, you found yourself standing by the entrance of this fancy Italian restaurant. You gulped down, wanting to turn back and secretly catch a cab and go back home. It’s not that you are nervous, you just hate to be in the same room as your father. Let alone eat on the same table.

You just hoped nothing will gone awry. And that means you have to control your emotion, keep it at the bay.

The last time you ate with your father, it was… horrible to say the least. You ended the night with your blood pressure as high as ever, food shattered on the ground, his wife crying and begging for you both to stop, your half-brother is smirking at the situation.

With a reassuring sigh, you braved yourself and enter the restaurant, bracing anything that might come at you,

You gave your name to the waitress, before being escort to the private section of the restaurant. She carefully and delicately open the ebony wood door, revealing the occupants inside. You saw a table for five, there sat your father, his wife, or rather, your stepmother, and your half-brother

Your father sat at the centre of the table. His wife sat on his right, her son sitting beside her. You saw that the seat beside you was still empty. The seat was probably for Professor Kim you figured.. Not long before you enter the room, Professor Kim arrived following suit, seemingly a little bit out of breath.

You tapped on his shoulder, making him look at you. You smiled at him, chuckling inside at his seemingly in-hurry state. “Are you okay?” You asked him softly.

Professor Kim took a big gasp of air before answering you. “Yep, all fine” he said with a smile, his dimples appeared once again, as deep as ever.

You both entered the room. And you saw how your father’s smile lit up once again. You almost rolled your eyes at the situation. If any people see this, they would have thought that this was some ordinary family dinner. Maybe even Professor Kim thought so. But your so called family know that this all business matter.

The waitress took your order as soon as you and Professor Kim sat down. You ordered a truffle cream pasta for yourself, meanwhile he ordered an Aglio Olio for him, both of you opting for some ice tea for the beverage.

Your father cut into the steak that had been served before him as he arrived sooner than both of you. The professor beside you cut the silence by apologising, “I’m sorry, I’m a little bit late, I had a patient that need to be look out for in urgent” he said.

“It’s okay, he wouldn’t mind Professor Kim” you said before your father even said a word. You can feel your father was giving you a glare as in ‘Behave’, but it’s not like you’re going to care about any of his words nor actions.

“Please, just call me Namjoon, I’m more comfortable that way” Namjoon said to everyone in the room. “I am still young after all, just a little bit older than y.n here” he said. You had to admit, it seems like he did his research beforehand, as he knew how old you were. Somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you wondered if Jimin told him some things about you.

“You are a polite kid, a smart one on top of that, and I’ve heard your activity in non-profit organisations Namjoon, you’re just a complete package aren’t your?” Your father’s wife said, a giggle followed after her words. You shook your head in silent.

“Ah… I’m not ma’am” Namjoon said, looking flustered. You can only imagine. The man was looking so red you almost felt bad. But then again, you saw his features, and you realised, the man was deserving of every compliments he got. A handsome man, with good personality? God you were somewhat hoping he’d be single. But you continue to eat your food in silence.

Your family continue to chat with Namjoon even after the table being emptied. You stayed silent, not wanting to say a word, not wanting to cause a fight, too tired of it or to do it. But you can see from under the table that Namjoon’s legs were fidgeting, like he’s trying to say something but don’t know how. And then you faintly heard it, the buzzing from his trousers’ pocket. You realised that this might be a medical call. And so you decided to save him and utter a word.

“I’m sorry father, Namjoon and I have to go back to the hospital right now” you said, standing up, not before nudging Namjoon, signalling for him to do so too. 

Your father looked towards Namjoon, his head tilted a little bit. “Is that so? You should go then, your patients are important” your father said.

And it seems like Namjoon had read the situation too. He gave your father a quick nod and bow. “I’ll get going then sir” he said, before you both headed out of the room.

As soon as you’re both out of the room, Namjoon quickly answered his call. You saw him tensed up, which meaning that it is an urgent situation, and he was probably needed as soon as possible. Before even you could even say a word, he walked in fast pace before turning into a light run towards his car, still on call.

You sighed and shook your head. At least the dinner didn’t go as bad as you thought it will. 

The next morning, you went to the office just like usual. Your outfit were so casual just like usual, in contrast to what you wore last night. Jiwoo shook her head after hearing the uneventful dinner when she drove you home. And of course as soon as you arrived in the hospital, the first thing Jimin asked you was about your dinner, to which you answered as it is. Jimin huffed in response, just like Jiwoo. 

It was one of those time where you get a room to breathe, after finishing a surgery. You were left alone in the office. You turn your head around, relieving the knots on your shoulder. You were sipping the warm coffee that you bought at the cafe downstairs when someone knock on your office before opening it. The door revealing a man that oh so familiar.

“Hey, what’s up?” You greeted with a smile that looks rather tired.

Upon seeing you, Namjoon proceed to enter the room, a relief smile on his face. “You were here!” He said, taking a seat next to you.

You chuckled at his words. “You weren’t here to see me” you said.

Namjoon lowered his head and chuckle along with you, being caught in action. “Well, I was searching for Jimin but he wasn’t here, and I found you instead” he shrugged.

“Hey! Seeing me is also a good thing okay!” You complained playfully. You made a fist and hit his side arm in a playful manner.

Namjoon pretended like you had hit him with the strength of a fighter which caused you to whine. “Come on! I didn’t hit you that hard!” You said.

“You bruised my ego!” He retaliated, which caused both of you to laugh. “Did you just finish a surgery?” He asked.

You nodded at him, a pout made its way onto your lips without you even noticing, a habit you didn’t notice you had. “I am” you said.

Namjoon stares at you, his eyes were unreadable, but honest to god, you were rather scared of trying to find out on what was his eyes were saying, and so you ignore it.

“Poor y.n, must be tiring right?” He said, in a tone that seemingly babying you. He suddenly put his hands on your shoulders and lightly massage them. You froze for a second upon feeling his palm on your shoulder, before you relax into his hold.

“What will poor father says if he saw his favourite neurosurgeon is giving a massage to a mere resident…” you said, your voice shaky from the massage.

Namjoon laughed at your words. “Oh come on! You are not just a mere resident” he said.

You gave him a smirk and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, a resident who happened to be the director of the hospital’s daughter” you added in.

Namjoon tensed, you can feel it on his hold, before he let go of you. Truth be told, you were rather disappointed that he let go, somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you were missing his warmth now that it feels somewhat cold without his touch.

“That’s not what I-“

“Namjoon? I’m just joking” you quick to assured with a smile.

Suddenly Namjoon turn his whole body at you, looking you dead serious right in your eyes, making you nervous in some way. “I mean it y.n, you are talented, Jimin told me a lot of good things about you, and I know you are a hard worker, and I’m not saying this because you are my boss’ daughter” he explained. “It’s because you care about the patients dearly, and you are a hard worker” he added.

You swore to god you teared up right there right then. For the first time in your medical career, it’s the first time anyone, beside Jimin or Jiwoo, praising you. Not because they want something from you, but they acknowledge you for who you are. You quickly shook the tears off, not wanting to be emotional. “Oh come on! This is unfair, you made me cry” you said jokingly.

“Your father must be proud of you” Namjoon said, unknowingly.

You chuckled bitterly. “I don’t expect much from him” you mutter under your breathe, hoping he wouldn’t caught it. You quickly stood from your seat, giving him a reassuring smile. “Gotta go though, Jimin is having a conference soon” you said.

Namjoon gave you a smile before he stood up too. He suddenly grabbed your hand, making you look back at him, stopping you dead on your track.

“Thank you for last night, you saved my patient”

It was another day. Just another uneventful day. Or so you thought. The yawn that you held for so long can’t help but came out of your mouth. Along with it, a drop of tear trickle down your cheek. Your eyes trained on the computer monitor before you. Your head heavy with thoughts.

The door to the office suddenly opened, making you looked up from the computer. In your head, you were groaning at the stiffness your body was experiencing. “Can I help you?” You asked to the visitor.

A familiar person walked into the room, creating a beam on your face, from ear to ear. Well to be exact, it’s more of what they brought.

“Jimin! My life saviour!” You squealed as you jumped from your seat. Jimin gave you a playful smile in return, while humming to a cheery tune. You immediately dragged your armchair onto the table that was set in the middle of the office, meant for meeting, and well, meals. Jimin took a seat at the centre of the table, while you took one beside him.

“God, it’s chinese?! You really know how to impress a woman don’t you?” You said as you grab a chopsticks and set your food in front of you, knowing that Jimin already know what your order was.

“Well, aren’t you my hardworking resident? Who unfortunately still pull an all-nighter and-“ “Stop with that! Won’t you?” You complained playfully to him. “I really restrain myself from taking night shift you know that!” You added.

“I know, but look at you, I can bet you haven’t gone home since last night” he said before he took a bite of his food.

You froze on your seat. The sense of time really had went out of your head. In your head, your hair is probably the big sign of it, looking like a whole bird nest. Your supposedly tidy pony tail, now so many strands had gone loose. “God, I didn’t know that” you sighed.

Jimin gave you a glare in responded, as in saying “How could you not know?”. His phone suddenly dinged, and so he took it from his pocket, looking at the notification. “Y.n, you don’t mind another company, do you?” Jimin suddenly asked.

You were having a bite of your food, so you really didn’t pay attention to his words. You wordlessly nodded at him, to engrossed on your food.

The door to the office once again opened. And yet you paid no attention, your hunger took over you. In your mind, you think that it’s probably Jiwoo, or well another surgeon. Another surgeon other than Jimin having a meal with you both wasn’t a new thing anyway.

“I’m sorry, I had an unscheduled appointment” A familiar deep honey-laced voice said. You stopped chewing, your eyes widened. You sat a little bit straighter, but not brave enough to look up. 

“It’s okay, you’re not late, I just have a bite of my food” Jimin said. You can see from your peripheral view that Jimin was staring at you with a teasing glare, his mouth formed a smirk. “But y.n here… she seemingly hasn’t eat since yesterday” Jimin huffed playfully.

Namjoon chuckled before he took a seat beside you. You gulped down your food, before staring at Jimin with a warning glare. “I’m so sorry you had to see me like this” you said to Namjoon who was arranging his food.

“Y.n, you’re talking like as if I don’t see you at that Italian restaurant, gulping down the food like as if you want to escape so badly” He said before he had a bite.

“Well, in a way, I kinda do actually, but don’t get me wrong, it was not because of you, like at all” You said after gulping down another bite of your food, After talking, you grabbed a bite once again. Maybe you were too focused on your food, or too focus trying to ignore the nervousness in your heart, but when Namjoon stopped to stare at you, with a fond smile on his face, you surely didn’t notice.

He almost chuckled, seeing you eat like there’s no tomorrow, like as if you stopped, someone would steal your food away from you. He looked at you with so much amusement and fondness. Your hair was everywhere, and he was a little bit worried it might bet into your mouth. He carefully reach his hand out towards you. His fingers gently reached for the loose strands that disturbing your eating and might be a little bit itchy on your face. He carefully tuck them behind your ears.

His fingertips touching your ears got you shivering down your spine. You froze on your eating, but seems like Namjoon didn’t notice that, too enticed by you. You weren’t brave enough to turn your head around. No, you weren’t. You don’t know what you should be expecting.

“Your hair was in the way” Namjoon said, his voice was gentle, almost inaudible, but loud enough for you to hear.

“T-thank you” you stuttered. In that moment, you braved yourself enough to turn your head at him. But what you saw, god you could swear your heart wasn’t prepare for it. Namjoon was smiling at you, his smile was just… something that you were more than sure was a gift from God. His dimples were evident. And truth to god, your heart was beating so fast you were sure the whole room can hear it.

Namjoon chuckled before he turn to his food once again, eating it. And everything went back to normal. By normal here you meant, Jimin and Namjoon were chatting about what they’re both missing when they were away. You silently listening in. And yet your heart was still beating loud, your head still full of the thought of him. If Jimin noticed, you were glad he said nothing.

And at one point, it seems like your name was mentioned, which was caught your attention back to the room. “I’m sorry?” You said.

“I just told Namjoon how you haven’t gone back home, and I think that you should go home now, and Namjoon will drive you home” Jimin said nonchalantly.

“Oh come on, you act like this is my first time doing this, I’ll be fine staying in the hospital a couple more hours, and beside I’m still reviewing-“ “A doctor also need lots of rest, y.n” Namjoon cut in.

“But-“

“No buts, pack your bag, you’re going home” Jimin said as he stood up. He immediately went to clean up the table, insisting on you to prepare to go home instead, which earned him a scowl from you.

The car ride to home was fill with you both getting to know each other. How you both grew up. Though you still hide so many, you just told him the enough amount of it, well maybe to the part of your father and you don’t have a really good relationship, but that was all. Namjoon told you how he grew up, how he ended up going to the States before deciding to go back here. You had a feeling that he too was hiding something, but maybe, only time will be able to tell.

“I’m so sorry for troubling you” you said when you’ve finally arrived. a frown on your face, as you felt bad for doing this to him.

“It’s okay, I don’t live far from you anyway, I’m just a building away” he said, with a smile on his face, that you grew to fond of now.

“Thank you for the ride, Namjoon” you thanked him, a smile made its way onto your face.

“I enjoy this, let’s do it another time, y.n” 

And somehow it becomes an everyday thing for you and Namjoon to go home together. Some days it’d be you driving, and some with him driving. People would have caught the sudden closeness you gain. Maybe some questioning it, but if they do, nothing has been caught by your ears so far.

It’s rather beneficial really for the both of you. Sometimes Namjoon would come over, and you both would put Netflix on and binge watch some documentaries there. Or sometimes, when things just went awful, or when you have something to celebrate, you both would go out for a drink, get drunk, and call a designated driver. Some days, you both would go on a dinner, when work got too hectic and left you both barely room for breathe. Or sometimes, you both would go to watch a movie that you both have been waiting for its release.

It was one of those days. Where things are just… hard. Nothing is going in your way. You got yelled by a doctor, and even Jimin expressed his disappointment. Jimin was someone who barely disappointed with you, knowing you more than anyone else here. And when Jimin got disappointed, it means you really did something messed up.

Not only that, a patient’s condition was worsened, her kidney was failing on her, and she was just a teenager. And so far, there wasn’t any available donor. 

You were walking through the hall when a conversation caught your attention. You can’t help but listening into their conversation. Well, how can you resist when said conversation involving your name being mentioned. It supposedly come as no surprise that people would gossiping about you, and yet, despite knowing better, continue to listen what on they have to say.

“I just don’t get what Professor Kim saw in her, like she’s just a spoiled brat!” A nurse said.

“Are they even dating?”

“No way, I bet they are close because well her father or maybe her want favour” “I bet she actually likes him, but he’s just being too nice”

And that’s it. You had enough. You shook your head in disbelief. Even after years, and your obvious showing of your dislike towards your father, everyone still think you are daddy’s little girl. All things accumulated inside you. You felt so stuffed inside. You had enough. You quickly approached the familiar office, knowing he would be there. You knocked on his door, just in case he has someone inside.

“Come in” Namjoon said from behind the door,

You carefully opened the door. You saw the sight of a woman, seemingly around you or Namjoon’s age. You were more than sure she was the most beautiful woman that you’ve ever seen in your life. Her red lipstick matching her skin tone, like as if it was made specifically for her. The pencil skirt she wore cladding on her skin so perfectly, accentuating her figure. Her aura was almost overwhelming.

“Ah… You have a patient? I’ll come back later than” you said in apologetic tone.

She was staring at you, a smirk on her face. “Oh? Namjoon really didn’t tell anyone about who am I, did he?” She said, her voice was taunting.

You said nothing, being put in an awkward situation. “I’m sorry, I’ll go out” you excused before you close the door again.

But you did not miss it.

You did not miss the last sentence she said, right before you close the door.

“Namjoon, I love you still”

~~~

God and here you thought your day couldn’t get any worse. You really now felt like you were drowning in an ocean of negativity. You don’t know why, and you don’t want to know, but you felt a pang in your heart. You felt your throat constricting. You felt something that you haven’t felt in so long it almost scared you.

You just wanted to be home as soon as possible. Maybe get some drink, and hoping Namjoon would listen to your worries, like he always did. You strut your way back to your office, not caring about your expression anymore, too tired to control it. You can feel the tears of frustration brimming in your eyes, they burn. But still you paid no mind to it.

Especially when a text came.

From [Namjoon]: Sorry, cant go home now, I’ll see you tomorrow 

And tomorrow came. If you thought it was any better, well it wasn’t. Not when your father’s secretary suddenly knocked at your door when you were preparing for breakfast. Sunghyun, your father’s secretary, was a rather nice man, and he acted as the messenger between your father and you. Sometimes you felt bad for it.

“What now, Sunghyun?” You sighed, as you see him by your door. “Come in, I made some pancakes” you said while opening your door a little bit wider for him to come.

“No need to, I’ll be quick, your father wants you to be at the Min Corporation gala. It’s well… for fundraising, but your father can’t attend it, and your brother is overseas” he said.

You sighed. If you hate your father, well you hate the galas more than anything. The free food and champagne is an advantage, but the mingling and fake smile for hours was not your cup of tea.

“You know the answer, it’s a no from me” you said before you rolled your eyes.

“And you know the answer from your father, he doesn’t take no, I’ll be going then” Sunghyun said. “And oh! Don’t forget to bring a date, I think your father wants someone in particular and you know who” he added, before he really left you standing by the door

You really don’t know how to break it to Namjoon that your father wants him to go for a gala, and with you on top of that. You can tell him that it’s a work order, but maybe somewhere deep down inside you, you want it to be something more. Beside, you don’t want him to feel obligated to attend.

But you were rather surprised, and rather pleasantly when he easily accepted it. Now, he become your only reason to feel excited about the damn gala. You can already picture the look you were going for tonight.

And with that in thought, you went to the gala with heart giddy. He promised to meet with you at the venue as he had an appointment right before it. You can’t help but let your mind wander on how he would look with a tux on. Your heart beats faster at the thought.

You stepped off your car, and everyone’s eyes are instantly at you. Your hair was set onto a bridal up-do, your off-shoulder emerald gown looking so glamour under the lights, making you look like you stepped out of fairytales, your Saint Laurent pumps accentuating your legs, and your Gucci purse completing the look.

But as minutes pass by from the assigned time, you grew anxious. You tapped on your feet. You were standing at the corner of the room, anxiously waiting for Namjoon. Your eyes keep searching for his figure, wanting nothing but to be with him. And it doesn’t help when you spot your ex, and by god you regret that, cause he caught your stare and was walking towards your way.

A vibrate on your phone making you looked down towards it. A text appeared in the notification bubble.

From [Namjoon]: I’m sorry, I think I’ll be late, Idk if I can make it, but I’ll try, I’m so sorry

You sighed. Disappointment filling your being. You now wasn’t in the mood for anything at all. You wanted nothing but to go home now, and maybe just watch another documentary like you always do.

“Lonely tonight, are we?” Seokjin, who was now standing beside you, asked.

“Shut up, get away from me” you said.

“Why are you not mingling? Are you craving for a beating from your dad?”

“I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

Seokjin chuckled at you. “It’s a pity, you could have just joined me, and if we were still together, you might be having a good time instead of a really suck time” he said, his eyes were mocking you.

“Who said I was alone? My date is a busy doctor, someone who actually works, not just riding on daddy’s fame” you said, your tone was full of malice.

But Seokjin just smirked. He was rather entertained by your action and behaviour. He suddenly leaned in, and whispered to you. “Or maybe, Namjoon is just busy with a certain woman” he whispered. His voice indicating that he indeed knows something.

You shook your head in disbelief. You were angry. Angry at everything. Angry that you let your ex who cheated on you to get to you. Angry that you were losing your composure. Angry that Namjoon lied to you. And that was your breaking point. You didn’t care anymore. You immediately pushed Seokjin away from you harshly. 

“Fuck off, Seokjin” you said before you exited the ballroom, back towards your car.

You were just sad. Sad that just why Namjoon would lie to you, why can’t he just say it to your face that he doesn’t want to go with you. 

Your face was as emotionless as ever when you come to work the next day. You were more than ready to accept your father’s wrath. And truth be told, you just want to get it over and done with. You can’t wait to go over it, cry a little bit, and maybe then the tension inside you that’s been building will go away.

And by god, you don’t want to face Namjoon today. You avoided him all day, not at all making your way towards his hallway. If Jimin and Jiwoo noticed, they didn’t said anything. But they were rather worried. Because you haven’t said a single word to them. You weren’t letting anyone come close to you. You kept silently doing your job and anything Jimin tells you to.

And then it comes. It was rather funny really your encounter. You were walking towards your office when Sunghyun was walking to your office too. 

“Ah, y.n, I was looking for you” Sunghyun said.

You sighed. “Father wants to see me?” You asked.

Sunghyun nodded in pity, as he felt bad for you. You sighed, accepting your fate, knowing you can’t deny it. You rather face him in the office rather than letting him step onto the comfort of your own home. And so with heavy steps, you walked towards your father’s office, embracing the fact that a fiery wrath is waiting for you.

And just like what you were expecting, when you entered the room, your father was there. He was sitting behind his desk. You lowered your head, waiting for the storm to come.

He was looking at you, from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. His stare was icy cold, something that supposedly you were used at. But not when you can’t help it. Not when you are afraid, knowing very well on what’s about to come. For something that had happened ever since your childhood days. And you can only gaze at the golf club by his desk in fear.

He stood up from his seat. He wasn’t that tall, but you feel small beneath his overpowering gaze. And you feel like you were the 8 years old girl all over again, who was cowering in fear, as her toy accidentally knocked over a fine china. And there he stood, in front of you, just like the old times. You can feel the panic attack start coming over to you.

And then, just like the lightning strike, his hand came fast and hard and land onto your cheek. Your palm immediately went to the burning cheek, grasping it in pain, for sure it would turn red. And then he kicked your shin, making you buckle onto the ground, feeling smaller than you were already.

And he reached for the golf club. At this point, your tears can’t be contained any longer. It fell down onto your cheek. Sobs came out of your mouth, asking for him to stop, but he, just like always, let your words be muffled by his own anger. And just like how his hand, the golf club too now was hitting at your figure, hard, so hard the pain caused you to cry even more. And yet he has no mercy. Not until his anger dissipated.

“How. Dare. You. Ashamed. Me. In. Front. Of. Senator Kim’s. Son. And. Leave. The. Gala?!” He said, with so much anger in his voice, every words for every hit. No doubt purple bruises are now painting your body

“I’m sorry, please stop, please” you sob and pleaded.

And it feels like god answered your prayer, because he stopped. He let out a sigh like as if the tension had left him, and now you were left with so much trauma, so much memories of your childhood came back into you, as you continue to cry more into the floor.

“You really won’t get my words won’t you?” he said with so much anger despite the calm tone.

“Now get out” he said coldly, before he strut back towards his chair.

You quickly get up from the floor. Your steps were shaky as you reached for the door. But as soon as you were out of the room, you run towards your office. You can feel your chest tightening, your throat constricting, as your eyes continue to pour more tears from it.

You immediately went into the comfort of your office, closing the door rather harshly. You lean onto the door and let out gasps of breathe, not really aware of your surrounding. You grasp on your chest, trying to gather some air to breathe on.

When suddenly you felt a figure coming right onto you. Your eyes were wide open. You recognised Namjoon, looking at you, with so much concern and worry in his eyes. You let yourself breakdown, as more sobs coming out of you. Namjoon took a hold of your body as you fell onto the floor.

“You’re okay here, you’re safe” Namjoon said, trying to comfort you. He saw how you look very much disturbed. He saw the angry red print on your cheek. He saw the purple bruises that now is visible as it’s forming on your collarbone and forearm that were revealed. He may have an idea on who might had done this.

“It’s okay, you’re safe here y.n…” he comforted even more, letting you calm down in his hug. 

Minutes passed by, and you were much calmer now. And Namjoon not even a second letting go of you, and for that you were so thankful for. He held you in his arms, that now felt so secure and safe for you. It felt like with him here, you have nothing to be afraid of, that he will chase everything off.

“Thank you” you muttered. You nuzzle your cheek into his chest, not wanting to let go of him.

“I need to check your bruises” He said.

“It’ll be fine” 

“No, you’re not, talk to me” Namjoon said, his voice stern. He can’t help but feel anger building inside him, a fuming anger, towards whoever did this to you.

And you noticed that. The deep frown in his face says it all. His eyes can’t hide the unadulterated rage behind it.

“Namjoon, I’m okay, I’m fine” you said, reassuring him. Namjoon’s eyes look back at yours. You stare right onto his, wanting to assure him that all is fine now.

“You’re not y.n, you were crying, you were hurt, I swear to god whoever did this-“ You grabbed a hold of his face, you cradle his face onto your palms. “I’m okay hey, I’m here” you said, assuring him. “I’m just glad you are here with me” you said giving him a small smile, despite the lingering fear still left behind in you.

“Is it your father?” He whispered, his voice was so careful, as if he was afraid you would break.

You looked down and nodded. “But it’s okay, I’m used to it okay” you said.

And god, that was even more horror to him. No one should be used to such abusive treatment. “God y.n, that- that doesn’t make it any better” he said, his voice was so quiet, and yet you know he was having so many emotions going on inside his heart.

“I’m going to confront him about this, I’m going to beat him-“

His words were cut off. Of course it was. Maybe it was the spur of the moment, maybe it was something that you’ve been wanting to do for so long and now it finally reaching its tipping point. Maybe it was because he wouldn’t stop worrying, but you did it. You put your lips onto his, cutting him off of his word.

Namjoon was surprised. His eyes were widened, when he realised you were kissing him. Your eyes were close tightly. He held you tighter in his arms, as he reciprocate this kiss.

You both let go for oxygen need. A smile on both of your face. You felt rather shy now, and a little bit afraid. “I’m sorry” you apologised. Your eyes were still trained on your thighs, avoiding his.

Namjoon looked down at you who was till in his arms. He smiled softly, the familiar fondness come back into him as he saw your shy demeanour. A flower bloomed in his heart. “For what?” He asked, a teasing smile was now on his face.

“You know what” you muttered.

“I appreciate the apologise” he said, making you looked up at him. “But I love it, so I’m going to do it again” he said before he kissed you once again. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. Happiness and love replacing the feeling in your heart.

But then, the woman popped up into your mind, making you let go.

“W-wait” you said before you let go. “But I don’t want to be in the middle of unfinished business” you said. “Or well that’s what Seokjin hinted…” you muttered.

It seems like Namjoon caught on what you meant. And he gave you a smile… and for some reason you were scared to find out the meaning behind it. “We have nothing going on, for so long now” he said.

You tilted your head at him in confusion, needing more explanation.

“She’s my ex, we almost got engaged, and then I found out, so I break it off, and then she tried to come to me again” he explained.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a rebound” you said, your voice stern.

Namjoon pet your hair, his smile once again appeared. “Yes, I am, I wouldn’t kiss you if it was otherwise, and I chose this over any possibilities” he said,

“And… I’m sorry for not… appearing last night, I had a patient, code blue” he apologised, his voice was so sincere.

You pouted at the memory of last night, not wanting to remember it any longer. “It sucked so bad, I dressed up so well, and for nothing” you huffed. “But if you give me more kisses, maybe I’ll think about forgiving you” you said, as you pretend to think about it very seriously.

Namjoon grabbed a hold of your hand before he gave you a peck on your lips. “I’ll up your request to something better” another peck “What if I take you out on a date?” And another peck.

You beamed at him, giving him even more pecks all over his face. “Okay, tonight then, and I want to go to that new ice cream parlour” you said before you got up and went out of your office, going back to work 

The alarm on your phone rang so loud, it able to woke you up from your sweet dream. You groggily reached for your phone and turn it off. Peaceful silence once away fill your bedroom. You then went back to nuzzle into the embrace of your boyfriend. One of his arm was circling around your waist, hugging you tight to him. He softly groaned from beside you, being the victim of your loud alarm as well.

“Good morning” you greeted, a small smile on your face. “As much as I’d rather be cuddling, we have to go to work” you said.

“Why don’t we just skip work, and have the day all to ourselves?” He suggested playfully. You hit his chest as a scolding. 

“Come on, get up Professor, we need to work and tend our patients” you said as you attempted to get up.

But Namjoon had other things in mind. He pulled you back into him, trapping you between his arms, as his upper body hovering over you. He pulled you into a kiss, that you were more than happpy to reciprocate. “We will, but for now, I will have my girlfriend all to myself first” he muttered between kisses.

You smiled into the kiss. His silly words bring a smile onto your morning that usually fill with frown. “You’re lucky I love you” you said, which he hummed in respond as an agreement.

You were both all tangled up in bed, hands on each other, not wanting to leave each other behind. Jimin and Jiwoo would call you both clingy. How could you not when you both worked at the same hospital, sometimes you sleep at his and sometimes him at yours. And yet, you still both longed for each other when you’re away from each other. 

But really, there’s no place you’d rather be than in his arms, and him in yours.

a/n: AAA IM BACK, THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE DSJKHF i’m watching Hospital Playlist nowadays, so this was inspired by the drama hehe, I hope u guys like it ;-;;; tbh when i made this, i have the look namjoon delivered during MOTS 7 press conference aksjh. Also to anon, I know this takes so long but I’m currently writing your request! Also everyone! Pls stay at home and keep your hygiene! 

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Yes for AH Klaroline mini prompts! How about...Klaus & Caroline take turns each week planning date night. This week is Klaus' turn & he comes up with something creative/out of the box.

Yes! Thanks, anon, I love this. It kind of took on a life of its own and is longer than expected, so I hope you like what I did : )

Can’t Buy Me Love

Los Angeles, CA

“You really didn’t need to buy me this dress, Klaus,” Caroline murmured, running her hand along the turquoise, silk fabric. “And a limousine too? What have I done to deserve all of this?”

“Just being you,’ he grinned, stroking her arm as they sat in the backseat. She gave him a look which clearly said he’d been entirely too cheesy for her liking. “Oh come on, I thought it was romantic.”

“You’re just trying to change the subject and not answer the question, mister,” she smiled, poking him in the chest.

“Has anyone told you that your aversion to surprises is quite pronounced?”

“I like to know where I’m going and what I’m doing, what can I say?”

“Yet you came up with this idea of weekly surprise dates, love.”

“I like doing the surprising, I’m not so good at being surprised,” she admitted. 

“You don’t say?” He laughed pulling her closer and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“And I’m not sure that pizza and bowling from last week compares to what you have planned.” Klaus hadn’t enjoyed himself that much in a long time, he realized it didn’t matter what he was doing as long as it was with Caroline.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Forbes, I loved bowling.”

“Only because you won and still haven’t let me forget about it,” she teased, snuggling into him further. 

If someone had told Klaus Mikaelson he’d be so so deeply in love with this girl after six weeks of dating he’d have laughed. They met in a somewhat unconventional manner and she’d continued to surprise him every day.

6 weeks earlier 

“This is my taxi! I hailed it first,” she argued, hands on very cute hips. 

Klaus didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone who could wear denim quite like she could. Her blonde waves were flying about in the breeze and her blue eyes wild and expressive.

“I think you’re mistaken,” he shot back. “I hailed it, hence why it pulled up at the curb next to me.”

“It only did that because it couldn’t stop where I was standing,” she huffed.

“Excuse me, does someone want to get in my cab already?” The driver asked gruffly through the open window. 

“I know who can settle this,” she smiled confidently. “Who did you stop for, sir?”

“Whoever is going to get in the damn cab,” he growled, thumping the steering wheel impatiently.  

“Someone doesn’t want a tip obviously,” he commented, a smile tugging at his lips. “How about a compromise?”

“I’m listening, cab stealer.” Klaus was struggling not to laugh. 

“We share the cab, you know, as long as you’re not heading to San Francisco or Portland,” he teased. 

“Well it certainly feels like we are given how long this is bloody taking,” the driver complained. Klaus raised his eyebrows at her and held open the door.

The cab ride didn’t end at either of their planned destinations, it ended at a restaurant and then dinner ended with him dropping her at home, a chaste kiss on her cheek. 

Klaus gave the cab driver an impressive tip, not because of his questionable customer service skills, but because he was the reason they met. Although, they still argued over who hailed the taxi. 

“Klaus!” She said, interrupting his memory of their first meeting. “Your cell is ringing.”

Klaus pulled it from his pocket and consulted the called ID. Of all the times for him to call. Klaus considered not answering but thought better of it given he was known to keep calling incessantly until he answered.

“Kol.”

“Evening brother,” he singsonged. 

“You sound extremely...”

“Happy? Yes, that’s because I am, Niklaus,” he laughed. “I wanted to be the first to tell you that I am getting married.”

“Yes, I know you’re getting married, Kol,” he replied. His brother had been dating Bonnie Bennett since college and they were set to be married in the fall. 

They wanted something small and intimate but the only person who seemed to want a huge wedding was their overbearing mother. She’d taken over every facet of the planning and was stressing out both the bride and groom and in turn the siblings. 

“No, we’re getting married tonight,” he announced. Klaus was in shock, to say the least. 

“Are you drunk?” Caroline gave him a curious look. Klaus hadn’t had the chance to tell her much about himself, let alone the rest of his crazy family. 

“Not yet,” he teased. “We are in Vegas so there’s never a bar too far away.”

“You’re in Las Vegas, right now?”

“That’s what I said, keep up, big brother.”

“Mother will kill you and then she’ll resurrect you and do it all over again, you don’t want to be messing with her, especially on this.” Now he truly had Caroline’s attention. This wasn’t how he imagined things going.

Klaus was a private person, mainly because he hated any unwanted attention. When he’d met Caroline, he’d allowed himself to relax and have fun. That included not telling her too much about himself because, call him stupid, but he wanted her to like him for him. 

“At least we’ll be married in our own way when she does kill me.” Before Klaus could reply about not having a eulogy written yet, his phone beeped indicating an incoming call. 

“Kol...”

“Answer that, it’s probably Rebekah. Bonnie called her and let’s just say there were threats about turning up and stopping the whole thing.”

“What did Bonnie expect taking away her Maid-of-Honour rights? At least tell me where you are.”

“At the Bellagio for now but we have a date with Elvis in a couple of hours. Cheerio, Niklaus.” He’d disconnected before Klaus could ask if he was drunk again. 

“Niklaus!” He hadn’t realized the line had connected until her demanding tone came through the speaker. 

“Hello to you too.”

“Don’t test me, Nik,” she huffed. “Kol and Bonnie are going to ruin all of mother’s plans in one night.”

“Are they drunk?”

“Probably, who knows with Kol. I always maintained he was dropped on his head as a baby. It would explain a few things.”

“Well, I’m not sure what we can do...”

“I’ve charted the private jet to take us to Vegas, wheels up in twenty minutes. I’ll see you then.”

“Excuse me? No, I can’t go to Las Vegas tonight, Rebekah,” he insisted, noticing Caroline arch her left eyebrow, clearly unamused he was thinking of going to Sin City with some girl named Rebekah. 

“What’s more important than stopping this wedding?”

“Way to guilt trip me,” he muttered. “I’m on a date if you must know, one that I’ve been planning meticulously for the past week.”

“I could care less, Niklaus,” she drawled. “Bring her if you need to but I expect to see you in fifteen minutes. Elijah will meet us on the tarmac.” Before he could make another excuse she’d disconnected. 

“So, should I be worried that some girl named Rebekah wants to take you to Vegas because your mother is scary and someone named Kol and Bonnie are getting married tonight? Oh, and someone’s drunk but I’m not quite sure if that’s me at this point.”

“I take it you heard all of that,” he joked.

“It was a little difficult not to,” she shot back. “This isn’t like one of those scenarios where you get your friend to call so you can make an excuse to escape, is it?”

“Hardly,” he drawled. “Let me explain. I did have the perfect date planned, dinner at that Italian place you’ve been talking about followed by the theatre.”

“Sounds wonderful but why do I sense there’s a but coming?”

“That was Kol my younger brother on the phone. “Uh, first call, the second was my younger sister Rebekah.”

“I’ll admit knowing she’s a relative is making me feel somewhat less jealous and less likely to hit someone. But what the hell is going on and why is there a wedding in Vegas?”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he explained.

“Your family is weird?” 

“You have no idea,” he said knowingly. “I come from one of the richest families in the United Kingdom, Europe too.”

“How did I not know this?”

“Our family isn’t as well-known or as closely followed in the US which is probably why I choose to live here. Let’s just say we do things a little differently. I honestly wanted to tell you but...”

“But?”

“I know this is going to sound silly but I wanted you to like me for me. I’ve been out with so many women blinded by the money and status, not so much by me,” he murmured. 

“They obviously are blind,” she smiled, running her fingers along his crimson lips and resting them on one of his pronounced dimples. “Number one, I’m the girl who takes you out bowling and really loves pizza and number two, I really can’t stand caviar and that French stuff which is apparently a delicacy.”

“Truffles?”

“No the other one.”

“Foie Gras?”

“We could be here all night,” she laughed. “Although it seems like there’s more to this story and not so much time to tell it.”

“My brother Kol is supposed to be marrying his college girlfriend Bonnie in the fall. My mother has planned this whole huge thing, I’m talking 500 people and swans and doves and...”

“I’ve never been very partial to birds,” she offered, sending him a sly smile. “So, it’s over the top?”

“That’s an understatement,” he murmured. “Kol and Bonnie are overwhelmed because they wanted something small and it’s gotten completely out of hand.”

“So, they decided to elope to Vegas tonight? 

“Apparently so.”

“Now, I get the whole drunk part,” she quipped. “Although, between you and me I don’t really blame them for wanting something just for them.”

“When you come from our family doing something like that will get out and into the tabloids at home which wouldn’t be good for anyone. So, Rebekah wants us to get to the private jet and fly to Las Vegas now,” he mumbled, thinking just how ridiculous it all sounded. 

“Then what’s the plan?” 

“Stop the wedding somehow, I don’t know I think she’s working on the fly between you and me. Rebekah, anger and the threat of not being maid-of-honour is a dangerous combination. Although Elijah will be on the flight he’s the most level-headed.”

“Another brother?”

“Well, he’s not like the rest of us so who knows?” He joked. 

“Wow, so let me get this straight,” she murmured. “In the last five minutes, I’ve gone from knowing not much about your family to meeting all of your siblings at once?”

“Don’t think you’re going to be able to top that surprise next date night, love,” he smirked, pulling her closer. “I really am sorry I didn’t tell you any of this before.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled, placing a lingering kiss on his lips. “But only because I love you, Mikaelson.” 

“Watch out, Forbes, you go around talking like that I might want to marry you in Vegas.”

“And upset your mother? Between you and me, she sounds pretty scary,” she replied. “I do have a friend who is a hotel manager and lives in Vegas, she might be able to help track down the bride and groom to be.”

“Always so resourceful, love.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

Fast forward three hours and Kol and Bonnie did get married at the Little Elvis Chapel. They managed to find them just in time to hear the vows, turns out Caroline’s best friend Katherine was able to disseminate which Elvis chapel it was. 

After a fun few days in Vegas all together, they returned to normal life. Well, as normal as you could be if you were a Mikaelson or dating one. 

The ceremony was kept under wraps and Kol and Bonnie did go ahead with the planned wedding, happy that they still had something for themselves. Caroline attended with Klaus and Elijah invited Katherine as his date after they hit it off in Vegas. 

Although they are now married with kids, Caroline and Klaus still have their traditions and try to out-do each other every week for date night. They went paintballing last week and Klaus is thinking of horseback riding on the beach this week.

Next week, who knows?

[brittle-bone-gabe]

Bitter Cold

Summary: Richie just wants to cuddle; Eddie is feeling especially playful.   Pairings: Adult Reddie (Richie x Eddie) Read on Ao3: Here 

Chicago wasn’t a stranger to heavy snow falls, in fact, it normally started snowing in the middle of November. Richie Tozier has spent many winters alone in Chicago in his apartment, but now it was his first winter with his boyfriend Eddie in their small house. Since Eddie moved in, there were blankets. Every. Fuckin’. Where. At least three blankets scattered around the living room, and a mountain of blankets in their bedroom. His excuse was that he got way too cold in the winter and the blankets were a necessity, also that apparently Chicago was a lot colder during the winter months than New York. Richie couldn’t help but roll his eyes whenever his boyfriend went on a rant about how the cold affects the human body negatively. Something something... weaker immune systems... something something... reduced blood flow. Who knows, Richie stopped listening when he couldn’t catch up with his fast speech patterns, especially since he had just woken up when he started his ramblings. 

Richie came home from the store, he had to shovel his driveway first before he was able to get out. It was almost 20 degrees outside, but Richie was only wearing his leather jacket, no gloves, no boots, but a thin hat that Eddie insisted he’d wear before leaving. Well, he would prefer if Richie actually dressed appropriately for the weather, but Richie claimed that: “it didn’t look cool,” which made Eddie want to smack him. “I mean, you can’t catch a cold from simply not bundling up, but when you get cold, your sinuses get dry and that makes bacteria hang on, making it easier for you to get sick,” Eddie had explained to his boyfriend as he was following him around the house as he was preparing to go to the store. In the end, Richie went out and Eddie stayed home since he didn’t want to get too cold, even though Richie offered to warm the car up for him. 

Without thinking, Richie entered the house without taking off his shoes, so he wandered into the kitchen with handfuls of plastic bags while tracking in a bunch of snow with him. To be fair, he was exhausted, not sleeping too well anymore and wasn’t thinking when he plopped the bags on the counter. He had no idea what was going on with him, but he was always exhausted during the day, like he could pass out wherever he was, but the moment he goes to bed with Eddie he was wide awake. When confiding in Eddie about this, he had suggested that it was just seasonal depression, it was normal and a lot of people had it this time of year when the weather was starting to change. No... no, no. He was Richie Trashmouth, he doesn’t get seasonal depression. It felt silly, but when Eddie mentioned that he also had seasonal depression it did make Richie feel a little better about it.

“You’re home!” Eddie said happily, walking into the kitchen. 

Richie gave him a small smile with a nod, suddenly feeling exhausted again. “I’m home,” he said. 

Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck, bringing him in for a hug. Richie hugged him tight, bringing him in close, closing his eyes as he could feel himself melting into Eddie. The small wave of sadness he had entering the house vanished once he heard Eddie. The hug? Completely turned his mood around. 

“You feelin’ okay?” Eddie asked once they pulled away from the hug, still holding on as they looked into each others eyes. 

“Sleepy,” Richie admitted. He smiled when Eddie reached up, pressing a slightly cold hand to his face. 

“This’ll pass, I promise.” He pecked his lips before moving around him He stopped dead in his tracks, a twisted look on his face. He let out a loud yelp, confusing the hell out of Richie. 

“What’s the mat-”

Eddie looked down at the floor then to Richie’s feet, seeing he was still wearing his snow covered shoes. “You fucker!” He shouted, “my socks are wet!” 

Richie was confused still for a moment, but then a huge smile was plastered on his face before letting out a laugh. Eddie had stepped in melted snow. That. Was. Priceless. He pressed two fingers to his lips, watching and listening Eddie rant about how he fuckin’ hated having wet socks, that it was worse than death, in fact, he would rather fuckin’ die than have wet goddamn socks. 

“Babe, you good?” Richie couldn’t help but ask, laughing even harder when Eddie threw him a death glare. 

Eddie flipped him off with both hands. “I hate you. I hate you so fuckin’ much, you absolute douche bag.”

“Oh, I think you just gave me some new material,” Richie said half-jokingly as he pulled out his phone, writing something down in the Notes App.  

“I will fucking blast you on Twitter if you use this in your stupid shows, I swear to god!” 

“Oooh noooo,” Richie started sarcastically, holding either side of his face, “blast me on Twiiiiter? Where eeeeverybody knooows you’re my boyfriend?! Pleaaase, don’t do thaaat.” Eddie reached down, pulling off his socks before throwing them at his boyfriend, who yelped loudly, moving back so the dirty, wet socks wouldn’t touch him. “Why are you like this?!” 

“Why am I like this?! Why did you track snow through the house!” 

Richie slumped where he was standing, trying to get back on Eddie’s good side. “Because I’m tiiiiiired,” he said dramatically, “we should cuddle on the couch with your overbearing amount of blankets.” 

“Hey... they’re not overbearing. They’re needed.” Richie rolled his eyes. “They are! I have poor circulation!”

“Because you’re old?” 

“You’re older than me!”

“By a year! ...Are you joining me or not?” Richie asked, standing in the doorway to the living room, looking back at Eddie who had his arms folded across his chest. “C’mon, Edward.” 

Eddie tilted his head to the side, glaring at Richie, who had another smile on his face. He hated it whenever someone called him Edward. It reminded him of when his mom would call him that when she was especially angry with him. It was rare when she would call him that, but once, when he was 14 he sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night to meet up with the Losers, where they drank all night, the majority of them got drunk for the first time that night. When he loudly tried sneaking back into the house he got caught by his mother, being called Edward when his mother smelled the cheap alcohol on him that Beverly Marsh had managed to sneak out of her dad’s dresser drawer. He was grounded for almost a month with little contact with the outside world besides going to school. However, when Richie called him that in a playful way he didn’t mind too much, in fact, he thought it was kinda funny. 

“What did you call me?” 

“Ed...” he trailed off, trying to read his boyfriends face, “...Edward.” As soon as the word left his mouth, he had to sprint out of the kitchen as Eddie began to chase after him. 

Richie plopped on the couch, laying across it as he grabbed one of the blankets, covering himself with it. Eddie moved on the other side of the couch, laying down so his legs were laying across Richie. This reminded them of the time when they fought over the hammock. The time. They always fought over that damn hammock, and every time one or the other would climb in it, trying to force the other out of it. Eddie always would lightly kick Richie in the face when it was his turn to try to knock him out of it, making sure that his glasses fell off each time. 

“Why don’t you just say you want to cuddle me, Eds,” 13-year-old Richie had mocked Eddie when the smaller boy was trying to force himself in the hammock while Richie was trying to read a comic book. 

Eddie’s face had turned red, backing off quickly. “I don’t want that, dipshit,” he defended himself, folding his arms across his chest, “just move. It’s my turn.” 

“I just got here!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, looking at the watch on his wrist. “You’ve been using it for almost twenty minutes!” 

“Boo-hoo! Nobody else is here to back you up! Time is fake.” He straightened out his comic book dramatically, readjusting his glasses, preparing to pretend to ignore Eddie who looked grumpy. 

Eddie grabbed Richie’s comic, throwing it over his shoulder as he tried grabbing his arms so he could pull him off. They started slapping each others hands away. In the scuffle, they ended up accidentally holding hands. They looked away, faces red, but not letting go of their hands. Eddie had backed off first, grabbing the comic that he threw, holding it out to Richie who took it. 

“Just...” Richie started, his face still red, “I’ll... read it to you if you want... We can share the hammock.” 

Eddie’s head jerked up, looking at Richie trying to see if there was any indication that he was messing with him. “Really?” Richie nodded, scooting over a little so Eddie could squeeze in next to him. 

He was hesitant, but climbed in next to the taller boy, scooting in next to him so he could see the comic that he was holding up. Long story short; Eddie ended up falling asleep while Richie was reading to him, not long after that did he manage to fall asleep too. 

“Stop kicking me!” Richie yelled from under the blanket that was still covering his face.

“Don’t call me Edward!” 

“I’m sorry, Eduardo. ...OW!” Richie yelped when Eddie managed to kick his glasses off his face, getting lost in the blanket. 

“Fuck off!” Eddie grabbed the other end of the blanket, pulling it up over his chest. “This is as close to cuddling as you’re gonna get, asshole.” He had folded his arms underneath the blanket. 

Richie raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side with a shrug. “I’m still under a blanket with you, so... win-win?” Eddie’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Have I mentioned how-” Richie stopped mid-sentence when Eddie stuck his feet underneath his shirt, his cold feet pressing on his chest. “STOP! STOP! YOUR FEET ARE COLD!” Richie shouted, squirming where he was laying. 

“Oh... I wonder why, Richard.” 

“Stop, stop, stop!” Eddie moved his feet, “I get the point!” They looked at each other for a moment, staring each other down, waiting for someone to do something fucking stupid. “Just a fair warning, Kaspbrak, if you do that again I will fuckin’ tickle your feet.” 

“I will leave your unfunny ass.” 

“Yeah, I’m so unfunny, right? That’s the reason you ask me to make you laugh to cheer you up? Because I’m... so unfunny?” Eddie dove for under his shirt again, pressing his freezing cold feet on his stomach. “Quit touching me! Your feet are cold!” He grabbed Eddie’s ankles, reaching under the blanket having no mercy when tickling him. 

“St-stop!” Eddie said in between laughs, squirming and kicking to get free. “I’m sorry! I’ll stop! I’ll stop!” 

“No you won’t! You say that just to get my guard down!” 

“Richie! Richie! I’m gonna have an asthma attack! Stop!” 

He let go of Eddie, going underneath the blanket, crawling up until he was in between Eddie’s legs. Both of their faces turned extremely red as Richie was holding himself up by his palms that were placed on either side of Eddie’s head. They stared into each others eyes for a moment, until Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck, bringing him down until their lips met. In the heat of the moment both men took the time to help each other take their shirts off, throwing it across the room as they continued to make out on the couch. Richie had his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, holding him tight against him the best he could. The cold air that managed to slip its way into the house made both men shiver, but their body heat was keeping them from freezing. 

Richie had pulled away, leaning down, nipping Eddie’s neck and shoulder, smiling as the man underneath him started squirming. He absolutely loved when Richie did that. It was rare when he did, but by god he felt like he was over the moon.

Richie pulled away, looking into Eddie’s brown eyes, seeing how needy he was getting. 

“Okay, I’m gonna take a nap,” Richie said suddenly, confusing Eddie. 

“You- wh-... what?” Eddie stammered as Richie let out a yawn, obviously trying to hide a smile. “You are such a fuckin’ prick!” 

“Night night, Eds.” Richie plopped down on Eddie, who let out an oof at the sudden weight on him. “I did tell you to get your cold feet off me,” he pointed out, eyes closed but that same goofy smile on his face as his ear was pressed against Eddie’s chest. He reached up, tracing the stupid tattoo he had gotten when they were drunk one night in Vegas that was plaster on the center of his chest. 

Eddie readjusted so he was more comfortable laying on the couch, one hand on Richie’s bare back, his other hand stroking his hair. “I hate you,” he said lovingly. 

“I hate you too, Eds.” 

Since they were both suffering from seasonal depression, cuddling like this was nice. They both needed it. Another thing; normally Eddie was the little spoon, having it switched up actually felt great. He wanted to make Richie feel good, especially since he hasn’t been feeling his best lately and wanted to help. He kept planting small kisses across Richie’s forehead until he knew he finally fell asleep. Eddie grabbed another blanket that was on the floor in front of the couch, wrapping it around them before falling asleep himself. 

[darkestunderpass]

The Amityville Murders: Before the Horror House

Located at 112 Ocean Avenue, Amityville, NY. It was the home of Ronald DeFeo Sr.;the car salesman, his wife, two daughters and two sons who were found shot to death in 1974. Ronald DeFeo Jr., 23, was theonly surviving member of the family

On November 13, 1974 in the early hours of the morning 23-year-old Ronald “Butch” DeFeo Jr. brutally murdered his enitre family including his parents and four siblings using a .35 caliber Marlin rifle while they were asleep (DeFeo told detectives: "Once I started, I just couldn't stop. It went so fast.”)

Ronald Jr. was the eldest child and confessed to murdering his entire family in cold blood

Dead were Louise and Ronald DeFeo Sr. (Parents), 18-year-old Dawn, 13-year-old Allison, 12-year-old Marc, and 9-year-old John Matthew. The parents were killed with two shots and all of the children were killed with one. Louise and Allison were thought to be still alive when they were murdered due to physical evidence.

Some people argue that an evil spirit already lived in the home and prompted Ronald Jr. to murder his whole family

Ronald Jr.’s childhood was momentarily content but his father was known to be an abusive man and his mother seemed to fade into the background of the picture under Ronald Sr.’s overbearing personality, Ronald Jr. became increasingly troubled into his young adulthood

He used drugs and alcohol to cope with his issues, he often lashed out very violently, often yelling and getting physical as well as threatening his father with a gun. His parents tried to resolve the issue by getting Ronald Jr. gifts weekly to try to appease him in some way or another

At 18 Ronald Jr. was heir to the family-owned car dealership but rarely showed up

On the day of the murders Ronald Jr. left the dealership early out of boredom at noon, leaving to meet his friends at Henry Bar complaining that no one would listen to him and calling the house phone multiple times and having no one answer he eventually left the bar and there are no reported sightings of him till morning

At around 6:30 a.m Ronald supposedly reentered the bar shouting “You got to help me! I think my mother and father are shot!” the bar patrons followed him back to 112 Ocean Avenue and found the site of a grisly murder

All 6 bodies were found lying on their stomachs still in their beds appearing to be shot with a high powered rifle at around 3:15 a.m

The strange thing is that there was absolutely no sign of a struggle, no report of gunshots by neighbours, only the sound of the family dog barking into the night.

Ronald Jr.’s alibi was that he was at work and then the bar, but it began to crumble when police noted that the family was dead before 6 a.m. then changed his story and repeatedly did so throughout the investigation, at one point even claiming that infamous mobster hitman Louis Falini killed his family while he was forced to watch, but to Ronald’s dismay Falini had a concrete out-of-state alibi and soon Ronald confessed to what is assumed to be the truth, that he killed his family by himself.

Ronald stood trial with his attorney William Webber on October 14, 1975 they mounted an insanity plea, they stated that the defendant (Ronald) heard voices that told him to kill his family but the prosecution said that the though drug-abusing Ronald was indeed very troubled, he knew what he was doing while he commited the murders. The jury decided to convict Ronald of six counts of second-degree-murder and sentenced him to, fittingly, six consectative life sentences.

Later Ronald claims to several other situations he alleges that his sister Dawn killed the father and then the distraught mother kills all of the siblings and then Ronald kills his mother in presumably defence He stated that he took the blame because he was afraid to say anything negative about his mother to her father, Michael Brigante Sr., and his father's uncle, out of fear that they would kill him., and in another telling Dawn shoots all the other family members in this scenario Ronald kills only Dawn.

There’s theories of a second shooter in the home

Ronald’s motives were unclear but while in custody asked when he’d be able to collect his father’s insurance policies which was then put as a possible motive of the murder other than the voices in his head telling him to do it

According to Osuna, DeFeo Jr. claimed that he had committed the murders with his sister Dawn and two friends, Augie Degenero and Bobby Kelske, "out of desperation" because his parents had plotted to kill him. Allegedly, Ronald claimed that after a fight with his father, he and his sister plotted to murder their parents and that Dawn murdered the children in order to eliminate them as witnesses. He said that he was enraged on discovering his sister's actions, knocked her unconscious on to her bed and shot her in the head. Police found traces of unburned gunpowder on Dawn's nightgown, which DeFeo proponents allege proves she discharged a firearm. However, at trial, the ballistics expert, Alfred Della Penna, testified that unburned gunpowder is discharged through the muzzle of a weapon, indicating that she was in proximity to the muzzle of the weapon when it was discharged and not that she fired the weapon.

Strange Events: The bodies were all found without evidence of a struggle and without a trace of sedative drugs, the large amount of killings in such a short period of time, no gunshots heard by neighbours, only the dog seemed to be alerted by the murders, no muffling device found on the gun or in the home to deafen the gunshots, and Ronald supposedly heard voices telling him to kill his whole family.

There are theories that Ronald was possessed by evil spirits which would place demonic presences in the home before the Amityville Horror House events occurred.

Theory 1: Ronald did kill the whole family by himself, he used a homemade muffler and snuck into each of his family members bedrooms killing each and everyone of them without mercy. He ran to the local bar because he didn’t want to be pinned as a suspect. The murders were not premeditated he just snapped.

Theory 2: Ronald was working with several other shooters who he took the fall for or they were his sister and her friends like Ronald had claimed. The other shooters left the house then Ronald ran to the bar to brush off suspicions also to act as the victim. In this version the murders were premeditated.

Theory 3: (Least likely) Ronald was possessed by a demonic presence which wanted the family dead for reasons, which would explain the strange events with demonic powers and all. After the deed was done Ronald came to and freaked out because he couldn't remember what happened, he woke up with blood all over his clothes and he’s scared and confused so he runs to the bar, but then later recollects that he did it and confesses to it.

Thank you for reading! I put alot of reasearch into this.

[cass-chan12]

Felony of the Heart (Ch 3)

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Romance and Friendship Pairing: Main- NaLu. Sides- Gajevy, Gruvia and Jerza

Summary: What would you do if you were forced into a school that deals with Delinquents and young adults that have committed felonies? Lucy Heartfilia would rather chance it than going back home to being married off. What lies ahead for the blonde is unknown but she's convinced she can make it through with him by her side.

Chapter Two

CHAPTER THREE

Be Kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle

- Plato

It had been another restless night. Not like the previous night, this feeling was somewhat in anticipation for what the next day brought. I admit the thought of a certain pink haired boy crossed my mind but his words stuck the most. I found it hard not to smile in my bed tonight despite the conditions I was currently in. The misery in this place won't bring me down. I have a new resolve now, thanks to Natsu.

Now with his task at hand I suggested that we start by bringing Levy and Erza in on the pact. Morning was too far away for comfort since I couldn't speak to them last night after school.

There was just no time at all.

From getting new assignments to cleaning, it took us all the free time we had and of course there was that little amount of time to go over the day's work from the first day of school.

Everyone was just too exhausted.

I had Garden Duty, which was disgusting; spring had just arrived so shovelling manure was not what I was expecting. I still think I smell like crap, but the stench of sweat in the dorm didn't really allow other smells to take over. I know this is a juvenile school but there really should be some kind of hygiene regulation.

I huffed and wiggled on the hard mattress to find a comfortable position. The springs in the bed squeaked every time I moved. I received a few hisses from some of the girls because of the annoying sound. I decided to keep my back turned to the window and faced Levy's bed.

I couldn't help but to gaze towards Levy's bed next to mine, her face peaked out of the blankets and had gained many cute points from me. She didn't cry tonight, but the circles around her eyes indicated she was just as tired as I was. There had been no time to cry out in all honesty. I faintly tried to move and look at where Erza was sleeping. She was near the door and next to another girl I saw in Confessionals. The name Juvia was the one I remembered, she was in cahoots with that scary guy who yelled at me today. She eyes me a little, for a reason I'm not quite sure of.

It wouldn't hurt to form our group around our peers in that stupid group circle. Zancrow certainly enjoyed the strong insecurity between us in that group, and he loved the reactions. I tried to imagine the face he would make when the next Confessionals came around and we made our group. His face would look similar to when I stood up against him. I giggled softly into my covers at the image.

I slowly closed my eyes and let the slumber take me. But it felt like I only slept for 30 minutes before the morning siren went off.

What time did I eventually fall asleep?

Groaning, I hoisted myself out my bed rubbing the excess sleep dust from my eyes. My vision was finally starting to clear up and I saw Levy speedily getting ready and was the first to finish tidying and leave. I was only half-way through dressing which made me panic to go faster. The panic rose higher when Erza left and now I was sloppily cleaning which got me a scolding from Ultear.

Ten minutes later I ran out the dorm house towards the cafeteria. My breath was short; clearly showing my lack of exercise. I received many glares from the people I passed; receiving looks like that was new to me. I suppose the heiress of a big company wouldn't be treated any lower than a well-mannered aristocrat. But things were different now; I'm classified as one of them thanks to my father.

I'd rather be a delinquent than an heiress anyway.

No matter how I was treated by those high class business partners of my father, I saw them all the same way: Two-faced, cowardly, rude, arrogant, and boring, let's not forget controlling. From the moment I turned 16, I was only treated as an investment, told not only to talk like them or walk like them, but to actually think like them. I never let it get to me though thanks to the earlier upbringings of my mother, but she couldn't protect me for my adolescent years.

I'm 18 now and I have been fighting my father's requests for marriage to a business partner's son.

Hell I even slapped most of them.

They were disgusting men, greedy and shallow, I couldn't stand it anymore. I started running away from home frequently; which led up to the situation I was in now.

What was I supposed to do?

The scolding I got from my father didn't affect me, the threats to disown me were appealing. That's when I finally saw that my father's business meant more to him than I did. My attempts at escape escalated which provoked my dad to put me in my current situation. It didn't matter though; I'll stay here as long as I can to finally be cut out of my father's life. It shouldn't take that long since I'm almost of age to not be in my father's custody.

I can do it… I will do it.

I decided to walk slower due to my tiredness and ignored the weird stares from the dodgy looking kids. My appearance didn't really fit in I'll admit, but the stares just felt really overbearing.

As I walked along the path feeling the breeze between the trees I sighed softly, closing my eyes.

"You seem to be enjoying my school Miss Heartfilia." a deep voice broke out behind me.

I stopped and looked over my shoulder, not particularly happy to see who was behind me. I turned around to face Principal Hades. I couldn't force back the frown that formed on my lips and my glare was blatantly obvious. He only kept a solid expression which wasn't angry nor happy, just… blank.

"I think your eyes are deceiving you sir." I replied bitterly.

He only rolled his eyes half-heartedly "My my, what a scary face. Is this any way for an heiress of a multi-million Jewel company to behave?" he asked with a bit of tease in his voice.

"Sorry to disappoint Sir, but I'm in this school now; which renounces that title." I replied bluntly.

"I see…" he said letting the conversation hang in the air.

He looked to the outer gate with his one good eye and started speaking to me again but kept his eyes on the forest "You seem to be getting along with my system… We'll have to change that." And he looked me in the eyes once again and walked past me.

My brain was trying to process what he meant by that. Speaking to him left me shaking in fear although my composure seemed stronger than what it was. I had no time to doddle in these thoughts since I didn't have much time to eat and speak to Levy and Erza.

My idea of strolling to breakfast was thrown out the window and I started running to the cafeteria.

I managed to make it before the kitchen closed and grabbed some oatmeal again and then started to look for Levy and Erza. To my surprise they were sitting together and were speaking to another guy.

It was Natsu.

I quickened my pace to the trio and stood in front of them gawking. Natsu noticed me and smiled widely.

"Heya Luce. I saw you weren't with these guys so I decided to talk to them." Natsu said folding his arms proudly.

Levy and Erza looked up to Lucy and smiled. Natsu already started the pact without me. I wouldn't have been able to with the disruption this morning. I placed my tray down and before I could sit Natsu inch closely to me about to whisper in my ear.

"You know, Erza is a bit scary. I asked for some strawberry stuff she had with her porridge and she almost punched me" He commented.

"What was that?" Erza yelled at the two of us.

The vibe was uncannily scary. I found myself shivering next to Natsu. Why was she so scary all of a sudden? She seemed so different from yesterday.

Natsu squealed a sorry and bowed at the angry red head; which was indeed comical. Erza snapped out of her scary mode and apologised for her sudden outburst. She stood up and grabbed Natsu and I into a bone breaking hug. It wasn't a metaphor, I'm sure we were close to death. It felt like she was wearing an armoured torso piece it was so hard.

After she released us we tried to catch our breath. We learn new things every day, and there was more to Erza than I thought. Levy only sat down giggling slightly and kept her Shakespeare book next to her, it was even book marked. She loved to read, as I do. My mind was drawn back to reality when I looked to the large clock at the end of the hall and I only had 10 minutes to eat. Panicking I sat down and ate the tasteless, odd textured oatmeal in disgust. Natsu was chewing on some stale toast next to me, the two girls were finishing up and departed from our table. I desperately took in my glass of water to get the taste out of my mouth and noticed Natsu was just chuckling by my side.

We were awfully close.

It looked I was almost sitting on top of him and our arms were near intertwining. My face was turning red at the thought. He turned his head to look at me and noticed something was up.

"You sick or something, you're looking really hot?" He said bringing the back of his hand to my forehead.

I couldn't deal with the closeness so I jolted back "No- I um, I'm fine." I said in alarm.

He raised his eyebrow sceptically and shrugged. "Did something happen this morning?"

The question made me pause for a bit. Something weird did happen this morning but… that was unrelated to my situation here.

"Something odd did happen this morning. The Principal spoke to me."

Natsu dropped his toast on his plate and had a blank expression "You're kidding. What did he say?"

My eyes fell on my lap "It was really weird. I wasn't sure whether he was mocking me or what, but he said that I seemed to be getting along with his system and that he'll have to change that."

My eyes looked up to Natsu who appeared to be deep in thought. I hadn't known him long but he did not seem the type to ponder over big matters. His smile always suggested he was carefree and that many things didn't bother him. My thoughts were contradicted by that look on his face, he was... so intense in thought.

He blinked a few times and looked at my confused face "I… uh, should be getting to class." I said breaking him away from his thoughts.

He frowned but brought his hand to my head and ruffled my hair playfully. I whined at the action.

"Be careful today. And stick close to the three of us when you can." He said smiling softly.

My cheeks heated up again but I wasted no time getting up so the pinkette couldn't see. I thanked him and left with my tray. Once I was out of the cafeteria I went back to the Dorm house to get my bag and headed straight to my first lesson. I had a few minutes to take my time and once again I started to think of Natsu.

This wasn't good. My little crush was escalating and it made me worry. I had many things to worry about if I actually did like him.

The first would be that he might be a bit unstable. Pyromania isn't something you can take lightly. My reasoning to ignore it was the thought that maybe there was an important reason behind burning his home back in his hometown. The second, I might never see him again if I get out of this place. The thought alone made my heart squeeze slightly with sadness. And then the Third thing was, if in fact I fall him, I still might be in my dad's clutches in regards of marrying me off. What then?

What could I do about all three?

It's true that how your reasoning can be ignored by the unedifying feelings you keep in your heart. What attracted me to Natsu so much was his kindness as a display of humanity compared to most of the people in this hell. Living in my Fathers custody, I was shown the same treatment by the workers of the mansion, although I didn't get to see them all that often what with being observed by my father and his guards.

Maybe I'm confusing liking him and just enjoying his kindness? I don't want to believe that either. I've met many suitors before, sucking up to me with 'kindness' and found that none of those words uttered to me were genuine. Natsu was genuine though, from the moment I met him.

Thinking about Natsu took up my minds space and I noticed I already arrived at the schools main building. Coming through, I almost forgot that we needed to be checked by security. With a crappy attitude the woman who searched me was not very kind with my bag. Dropping all its contents on the floor she didn't bother to pick up, which led to me going on the floor to do it for her. She also had the nerve to tell me to hurry and get out the way.

I was fuming. I was no criminal, but today might change that.

After collecting my things, I moved to my first class. Many shoved past me just like yesterday and many of the girls shot me dirty looks as I walked past them. I gave myself a short reminder not to be alone with them.

Once I reached my first class I placed my bag on my desk and looked out the window like yesterday. The trees really where tall, it sure makes me feel small and helpless. The helpless part definitely sounded accurate. I brought my eyes to the chalk board in front. The messy scribbling on it said we needed our scientific calculators out today for calculus. I let my hand drop into my bag to look for it but found nothing. Surprised I used both my hands to pry open my bag and search for it. I must have missed it when my bag was abused earlier. I groaned in an unladylike way. I still had time before class started and I took off running towards the door.

As soon as I reached the door I collided with another person.

Knocked to my behind I looked up to the person I bumped into. It was a young girl, who looked like she was supposed to be in middle school. Her hair was a bright bubble-gum pink and was cut short but only to have some medium pieces at the back. She looked surprised, unsure of what just happened, after she frowned and her green-grey eyes started to collect tears.

And then she screamed.

I pushed myself to her and her eyes were wet from her wailing. I didn't know what to do! I tried to hush her down but she kept pushing me away. Was I going to get into trouble?

I felt the presence of someone behind me. Yep I was in shit.

I turned around and looked up to find my dorm mother Ultear. And she didn't look happy. In fact I feel more scared of her then the first day I met her.

The little girl hopped to her feet and ran to Ultear, still in tears.

"M-Momma!" she cried.

Oh no.

Ultear soothed, from what I presume, her daughters back and smiled gently to her. It was nice to see that she could do that. But I thought too soon, for when she lifted her head and looked at me, I knew I was a goner.

"I read your file and saw that you had some fighting issues. But let's get things straight here, my daughter isn't one of your suitors you can beat up Miss Heartfilia!" she snarled.

"I… no that's not-"

"You'll be swapping your chore today. I want to see you on the roof top at your lunch break. And in something else besides your uniform." she interrupted me then left with the girl.

What just happened?

I was starving.

The humidity was killing me too. And being on the roof made it hard to breathe.

I waited until I noticed two men come from the stairwell with two buckets of tar. And Ultear was behind carrying a large mop. What in hells name did she want me to do?

They set down the buckets and stood guard by the entrance of the stairwell. Ultear walked towards me with a cold gaze. She shoved the mop in my hand and pointed to the buckets of tar.

"You're task till the end of the day will be to resurface the roof." She said walking to the guards.

Whether or not she knew but I heard her tell them to watch over me. And as she left their eyes darted to me dangerously to start. I tied my hair high and dunked the mop into tar. It was really heavy. I struggled to push and pull the mop back and only after 30 minutes I covered a corner of the roof and my back was aching badly.

After two hours I managed to do three quarters of the roof and the guards focus drifted away from me and had a conversation among themselves. That made my life a bit simpler without having glaring eyes on me for the whole day. My stamina was wearing out fast though, if two hours only produced this then it looks like I'll be here till dinner time. My spirit was breaking fast.

I dunked the mop in the tar and heard some commotion by the stairwell. I stopped to watch and I instantly saw those pink locks.

Natsu was pushed out of someone's way behind him which was our Confessionals counsellor Zancrow. Instead of his sneers he always seems to have, his teeth were gripping in anger. Natsu looked slightly annoyed though, but not angry like the wild haired blonde next to him.

"Enjoy your punishment you shit. Here's an extra mop. Go." He growled.

The two guards tried hard not to chuckle "What did he do to piss you off Zancrow?"

He grabbed the guard's shirt and yanked him to his face "That son of a bitch started a fire in a waste bin outside my classroom." [JBB: Hahahaha, typical Natsu]

My eyes widened at what I heard and my grip on the mop tightened. My fear of him being a serious pyromaniac is growing fast. How did he even do it without a lighter?

Natsu casually strolled to the bucket of tar next to me and winked at me quickly so the guards didn't see.

I was slack jawed for a minute until one of the guards yelled at me to get back to work. I jumped in surprise and continued to work. While I continued on the backbreaking journey I would look to Natsu who was having an easier time than I was. His eyes would look at me too every so often and my lungs would decide not to work for a moment. I was staring at his muscles now… what is wrong with me?

The logic behind not falling for Natsu Dragneel was tough to ignore indeed, not just in appearance but his smile would literally make my heart thump and his childlike way of behaving made me feel like I was in a safe haven, away from the adults do's and don'ts. Let's not forget his loyalty, from day one he stood up for me and day two he was about to knock someone's lights thus ending up doing manual labour like now.

I definitely can't ignore him. As much as I tried, he squirmed his way into my heart.

When I heard the guards talk I kept my eyes on my work but spoke up to Natsu. "Why did you burn the waste bin outside Zancrow's class?"

I saw his lips twist into a smile as he continued to work. "I saw you on the roof at Lunch. So after I torched the outside of his class I challenged him, saying there was no work I couldn't do. I'm glad he chose the job I had in mind."

My pace slowed down to a half-hearted push and pull of the mop. And then I felt something wet on my face.

I was crying.

Once I realised I was, I tried not to wail.

There was no way I could stop the wheels from turning.

The undeniable fact was…

I was falling for Natsu Dragneel.