The moment I saw the prompt, I thought of the song Kiss it Better by He is We, which is a straight shot to the feels and I’d definitely recommend it as background music if you ever need to write an angsty scene.
TW: Blood and Character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See the tags for more thoughts.
Paris lay in ruins.
Paris lay in ruins and Chat Noir was alone.
He had split away from Ladybug nearly ten minutes
ago so she could recharge her kwami. The akuma, a vastly destructive force that
went by the name of Dévastateur, had spent the better part of the past hour
turning the streets to rubble and carving chunks out of buildings. Monuments
were crushed beneath his power – and for once, Chat wondered if Hawkmoth
regretted releasing a power like that into the world.
The akuma wasn’t anything special, really. He was
granted power, great power, which gave him strength beyond imagination. It was
his heart, however, that had darkened to a point that no mortal should ever
Chat didn’t know why the victim had turned so
cold. He wasn’t sure he cared – not when Ladybug was still missing in action
and Paris was a bona fide mess. But he did know that the damage wasn’t entirely
Hawkmoth’s fault. No. This was personal on some level. The man beneath the mask
wanted to tear the world apart on his own terms.
In Ladybug’s absence, Chat had reverted to a new
plan – evacuating as many civilians as he could as quickly as he could. There
were times for showy heroics, and there were times when all that mattered was
preventing a bloodbath. This happened to be one of the latter.
The post @auro-cyanide made about ONE pretty much doing all the previous arcs again (Dimple arc, Teru arc) made me suddenly think… This isn’t the first time Dimple vanishes. Teru had exorcised him during their fight and he had supposedly disappeared. But he came back.
What i’m saying is, if ONE really is doing all these callbacks and redoing the past arcs, there’s a chance that Dimple might pull a Big Cleanup arc and come back again. It’s not the first time he disappears without a trace, and he managed to come back the first time when no one expected him to.
A/N: I’m sorry this is so late, babes! Lots of stuff came up today that I wasn’t expecting, wow. I’ll have the final drabble request with Rick Grimes out tomorrow for y’all. This request was from @shakespeareinmyveins for 29 and 47 with Daryl. I’m very pleased with how this turned out, so enjoy!
Remember I’ll be releasing the new list on Sunday, October 1st!
“Y/N!” Andrea’s voice calling your name made you turn. “You got a minute?”
“Sure,” You said, walking over to her. “What can I do for ya?”
“We’re running low on wood for the fires. I’d get it myself but I was going to do some fishing…” She trailed off.
You nodded. “Say no more, I’m happy to go grab some. Maybe I’ll run into Daryl, he should be coming back this way soon.”
“Whatever motivates you to get it done,” Andrea said with a laugh. “Thanks again.”
“It’s no trouble, I’ve been itching to stretch my legs,” You said. “I’ll see you later Andrea.”
“See you later,” She said. “Be careful out there.”
“Course,” You said, lifting your head in a wave as you walked away. You made sure you had your machete and backup knife before heading into the woods.
“Where you headed off to?” Shane’s voice called from behind you.
“Hey Shane,” You greeted the ex-police officer. “Just off to grab some firewood, Andrea said we were running low and asked if I could grab some since she was going fishing.”
“Mind if I lend a hand?” He asked, falling into step beside you.
You shrugged. “Guess not.” In all honesty, Shane’s presence made you a little uncomfortable, but he had never actually done anything so you had no reason to deny his help. “But you’re taking the heavier pieces.”
Requested: yes | Hey! Could you do an angsty one where you faint while fighting with him because you haven’t eaten anything since morning? He gets all sad and takes care of you? Word count: 1,070?
Warnings: BAAAD WRITING I also did this in like a half of an hour so this sucks and its unedited.
You sat in the living room watching one of your favorite shows while scrolling through your different social medias. By now your boyfriend, Shawn, would have come home by now and you two would have either eaten some dinner or have cuddled on the couch for a while.
Opening my eyes, blinking to adjust my eyes to the bright light that’s currently shining above me. A groan escapes my lips. I rake my eye over the room I don’t recognize. My confusion only increases when I see a body.
“Uh hello?” I use my voice, it comes out croaky. The body bolts up. It’s a man, short chestnut hair and stunning blue eyes. Cute.
“Oh my god! Y/N you’re finally awake,” The man says standing up, raising his hand to where mine sits next to me. I pull my hand away, confusion fills my face.
“Um sorry to be rude, but who are you?” I ask I watch the man’s face. His eyes fill with tears, a sob passing his lips.
“I’m your fiancé, I’m Joe, love please,” The man, Joe, says. I shake my head no.
“No that’s not right, I don’t even know who you are! Where am I? What’s happening to me?” I scream panic taking over my thoughts.
“Hey, hey, hey, please take a breath, my love,” Joe says, making the tears fall from my eyes. A tall blonde person walks into the room.
“Hi honey, I’m Kasey, your nurse,” She says, seeing the confusion on my face she asks, “What is the last thing you can remember?”
I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t know, I remember hanging out with my best friend, and heading out to a club.”
“Do you remember what day that was?” She asks.
“It was my birthday, B/D, we went out to meet some of his friends,” I say.
“That’s where we met,” Joe pipes up. I glance at him confusion still taking over my features.
“Okay, Y/N let me fill you in, you got into an accident a few days ago, you’re in the hospital, you hit your head and you can’t remember anything since two years ago,” She babbles out, looking from Joe to me, then leaving the room.
“A hospital huh?” I say nodding my head, “Hey Joe is Jack here?”
Joe looks up at me smiling softly, “Yeah he is would you like me to get him?”
I nod my head slowly. Smiling softly, at the man that is supposedly my fiancé. I watch as he walks out of the room. What has happened the past two years that I can’t remember?
“Oh my god I’ve missed you,” Jack says as he walks into the room embracing me in a quick dental hug.
“I don’t remember him,” I say, watching as Jacks face contorts to one of knowing.
“Joe?” He asks, taking my hand in his. I look up at him nodding my head.
“So that’s why he’s crying,” He says shaking his head, “Well he’s your fiancé, you’ve been dating since your twentieth birthday when you guys met.” He chuckles.
“Why don’t I remember him?” I ask.
“The medication,” He sighs, “The medication that saved your life, it had side effects, such as memory loss, but it should come back soon.” He assures me.
“So what happens now?” I ask, fear laced in my voice.
“For now, you’ll stay with me, and when everything can go back to normal, it will, you’ll go home with Joe and everything will be okay.” He says matter of factly.
“Okay,” I say tears forming in my eyes, “I just wish I could remember him, Jack.”
“I know, love,” Jack says taking me back into his arms.
a/n: okay, listen up y'all ! with school starting in like two weeks, and my summer work not being done yet, and me being the shittiest admin ever, i apologize for not being active on the blog like at all. hopefully this will dull the blow that us admins put on the blog for leaving for so long, but hopefully i could get my shit together and finally come back officially. lately my writing hasn’t been all that i wish it could be, and i only want to give you guys my best work. so, hopefully y'all understand and can be patient with me and the rest of the admins as we try to work through our very extended writers block.
im done with the fuckin sappy messages
warning : slight angst maybe ?? shit idk
Dark, wispy hair fell into your wide, soft sea green eyes, as your heart hammered in your chest loudly. Gripping the sheets of his bed, you took a shaky breath, fingers finding every single ridge of the blue sheets. You couldn’t sleep, worry took over every single thought you had.
Percy was gone, and for a while. It’s been months, nearly a year, and Annabeth hasn’t come back with word either, despite leaving with the three new demigods to go find him. Pulling his AHS hoodie over your head, you set out of your shared cabin, gripping your sword in your fingertips, as you made your way to the lake.
Ignoring the threat of the harpies, you walked to the shore of the lake, then straight into it, sitting at the bottom, feeling the water flow across your skin. Closing your eyes, you sighed, heart finally beating normally. “Poseidon- uh, Dad. I just, was wondering, is Percy okay? I’m worried, I haven’t seen him in a while, Sally hasn’t seen him in a while, and we just-” You stopped, heart wrenching in your chest.
“Y/N, my child, your brother is alright, for now.” Your breath caught in your throat. “He should be coming back soon, finish the fight that Gaea started. He doesn’t remember much about you, you’re gonna have to walk him though everything again.” And as fast as it came, your father’s voice left. You didn’t notice the tears leaving your eyes, salty drops of water mixing with the fresh lake.
“I’ll kill the fucking queen myself.” You gritted your teeth, leaving the lake, going back to your cabin to have another sleepless night in Percy’s bed.
The longer Percy was gone, the stronger you got. You trained with the Ares cabin often, only stopping to sleep and eat. It got to the point where there wasn’t one person you didn’t beat in sparing. Poor Connor, you almost killed the kid.
You were stronger, faster, had a higher endurance, overall you were a better warrior. Fighting and training kept your mind off of worrying about Percy. As strong and intimidating as you were now, you were still the same, lighthearted girl people knew.
Nico, Coach Hedge, and a girl who you didn’t know showed up with the Athena Parthenos. Rushing over quickly, you stabilized a nearly falling over Nico, grip strong on his arm. Ignoring the brightly colored tourist shirt he wore, your sea green eyes held a strong gaze on Nico’s dark ones. The cabins were set up for war, the Hermes’ cabin setting up traps.
Gritting his teeth, Nico gripped your arm, looking into your eyes. “Nico, are you alright?” You asked worriedly. Although your brother was your main concern, Nico looked a little sick, and you couldn’t help but worry about the kid who helped and found an interest in your brother when he was younger.
“Fine. Percy and the rest should be here soon. This is Reyna, she assisted us and has troops coming to help us. Are you okay?” Nico asked, and you gritted your teeth, worrying about your close friend. “You seem stronger, and more mature.” Nico cocked his head.
“Percy wasn’t here. I had to take the mantel. C'mon, let’s get you to Solace, and fix you up.” You held a strong grip on his hand, and Nico attempted to tug his hand away, but your grip was much too strong.
“Y/N, I’m fine.” Nico insisted, and you eyed Reyna, who was older than you, with a questioning look. Shaking her head, you chewed your bottom lip.
“Fine. If you even feel like you’re about to pass out, or even a little under the weather, promise me you’ll see Will.” You held up your pinky, and the ghost of a smile spread across Nico’s lips, as he hook his pinky around your own.
“I promise.” Nico smiled, and he lead Reyna away, as you directed Coach Hedge to the Infirmary, so he could be there for his child’s birth. The war started, and you ripped and hacked and fought through waves of enemies without breaking a sweat.
“Y/N!! THEY’RE HERE!!” Clarisse yelled, and your head whipped quickly, seeing as Percy and Annabeth, with a group of kids who looked slightly familiar. Percy was alive, and your heart hammered in your chest. You fought harder, not even losing concentration. Reyna let out a battle cry for her troops. Percy looked around.
“GREEKS, LETS UM, FIGHT STUFF!!” Percy called, and a wide smile spread across your face. Fighting diligently, you couldn’t see your brother until after. Unfortunately, one of the newer campers went up in flames, sacrificing himself to put Gaea down again. You couldn’t help but feel your heart wrench. Locking eyes with Nico, you knew he was gone.
Chewing your bottom lip, the hysteria settled down, and there was a dull, soft pain in your arm. “Y/N, you’re bleeding.” Will said, dragging you towards the Infirmary. You tensed your muscles.
“Will, I haven’t seen Percy in almost a year, please let me-” Will shot you a piercing look with his blue eyes. You gritted your teeth, but allowed Will to take you to the Infirmary and stitch up and wrap your wound. Tired wasn’t a word that struck you, these days you didn’t sleep much. A familiar head of curly, blonde hair popped into the Infirmary, and a soft smile spread across your face. “Annabeth.” You smiled, and the girl embraced you, a smile on her face.
“Y/N, I should warn you, Percy-”
“Doesn’t remember much about me, I know.” You smiled sadly, and shrugged. “It’s okay, I guess he could forget that he was mad at me before he left, huh?” You chuckled slightly, and Annabeth smiled softly.
“I tried telling him about you. But, we were a little busy. The stories about you helped him sleep in Tartarus, though.” Annabeth smiled slightly, and your eyes widened slightly. Her soft gray eyes plead silently, and you calmed down, letting a small smile spread across your lips. “Percy!” Annabeth called, and the door opened, as your brother walked in. You smiled.
He looked different. Stronger, tanner, more powerful. Seems like the both of you changed a lot over the months where he was gone. “Y/N?” He questioned, and you nodded, a smirk on your face.
“You couldn’t tell, Perc? I’m almost a cookie cutter image of you.” You joked, and a soft smile spread across his face. He sat beside you, and fiddled with his fingers.
“I’m sorry I can’t remember you, I uh-” You waved his worries away. Even though your heart wrenched, you knew he went through so much shit in the last few months that it was forgivable for him to forget you.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re okay, right?” You took Percy’s face in your hands, your own soft sea green eyes burrowing into his darker ones. “You’re alive?” You asked, cocking your head slightly. Percy nodded, and you smiled, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “That’s all that matters to me. You’re alive and well.” You smiled softly.
To say that Percy almost cried was an understatement. Percy cried then and there, burying his face in your shoulder, embracing you comfortably. After everything he’s been through, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of him. You don’t expect anything from him, and he didn’t owe you anything. You just, loved him, and were glad he was alive.
It was the first time in a while where nothing was expected from him, and a huge sense of relief washed over him in heavy waves. “Alright, Jackson. No need to cry, I’m just your sister.” You laughed, but you were worried about your brother.
“Hi. I’m Y/N.” You finally introduced yourself as he lifted his head, red eyes burning slightly. A soft smile spread across his face, and he blinked a few times.
Trimberly + "I regret many things but not you, never you"
I know this kind of prompt is always about past mistakes, and showing up years later, and things like that, so it might be a little different of what the Anon requested. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
You can read it here on AO3
She’s anxious. It’s
not the first time that Kimberly knocks on Trini’s door, her house’s front door, since they became friends, it’s not even
the first time since they stopped lying to themselves and they became something
more, but today has already been a mess, and showing to Trini’s home with a huge
bag and completely drenched, might complicate things even further.
Kim shouldn’t have
come here, she should have gone to Jason’s, or even Billy’s, but Trini wasn’t
answering her phone, and she panicked.
But now that she’s got
time to think about it, this is a really bad idea.
She’s about to turn
around and go back to her car when the door opens.
So Pony tells Bryon that he barely knew Angela and I’m sorry but I’m going to have to call bullshit there because literally how the fuck is that even possible?
Think about it. He grew up around the Shepards. He’s friends with Curly; even fucking Tim likes him, alright? He’s been over at their place a lot; he just says that he never saw Angela because she was “never around”???
Bitch, no. There is no way he didn’t know Angela. And there is no way Angela didn’t know Ponyboy.
Bryon claims to have been there the first time Angel met Pony and describes how her eyes “lit up” the very first time she saw him, and this was supposed to be fairly recently; this was close to around the time Bryon and Angela broke up. You cannot tell me that was the first time she’d ever seen Ponyboy in her life if he was coming over all the time to hang out with her jackass baby brother. There is no fucking way.
You can’t tell me that Ponyboy didn’t go over to the Shepard house to hang out w/ Curly and 9 times out of 10 Angel answered the door like “Yeah he’s in jail again bye,” or “Oh he said he was going to go break somebody’s mailbox or something but he should be back soon why don’t you come in and wait for him here have some Oreos.”
You can’t tell me that when Ponyboy watched Curly fucking fall off of a telephone pole, Angela wasn’t right there beside him screaming for Curly to get his fucking dumbass down from there right now or I’m calling Tim and losing her shit panicking when he hit the ground and then screaming at him again and smacking him over the head when he turned out to be okay.
There is no goddamn way that these two did not know each other, which leads me to believe that Ponyboy was flat-out lying to Bryon because he knew Angel liked him and knew Bryon hated him for it and he didn’t want to get his ass kicked so he was just like, “Pffft, Angela Shepard who? Don’t know her. I mean yeah I’ve been to her house a lot but…uh, she’s never been there when I was. I didn’t even know Curly had a sister he never said anything about her what that’s crazy.”
A/n: Part two of I’m thinking of you all the while. I didn’t follow the show on this at all, because I refuse to let the reader live in a world without Stefan Salvatore. I hope you enjoy
When you woke up Bonnie was by your side. You thought it was still a part of your dream at first. And then she came over and hugged you. “Oh my god you actually awake!” she exclaimed. “Wait does that mean you are…?” you asked sadly. “I was, I was dead for three minutes. Apparently magic doesn’t know about marvels of modern medicine.” she answered. You got up, it felt so good to be back. So unbelievably good. “Does anyone know?” you asked as the two of you head to her car. “No, I thought it was a long shot and didn’t want to get their hopes up.” she replied.
Are you still taking flash fic requests? Can I have one of Dev interacting with the Justice League? That was one of my favourite scenes in the trilogy! (btw, Dev is in my top favourite fancharacters, he's the BEST)
HI. It took me a long time to finally answer you, but I didn’t forget! I’m still doing all flash/prompt requests in order and this one was finally up. And I even managed to keep it from getting Tragic! Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH. :-D
Beam Me Up(AO3 Link) Rating: T
Gen/Friendship 5500~ Words
The video conference feed is lighting up the screen of the batcomputer when Batman leans forward to slightly adjust the volume. A routine protocol meeting means he doesn’t have to deal with the hassle of teleportation or the headache of listening to other members of the team become distracted by tangents. They tend to stay more focused when they know he’s a mute button or disconnect command away from leaving instead of physically stuck in the room.
As far as angles go, it’s not the best, but three active cameras provide decent coverage. Wonder Woman is talking quietly and fiercely about recovery efforts in an area they fought in recently, and J’onn looks attentive. Flash and Green Lantern are both writing furiously and it’s not clear whether they are taking notes or doing something else. Superman is adding thoughts as they go but Batman is quiet. Unless they require input or redirection, his preference is to stay out of it.
So, when the topic transitions to the details of upcoming Watchtower shift schedules– something he has an actual interest in arranging– he opens his mouth to interject.
Unfortunately, it is the same moment that shockingly loud notes of Indian pop music surge from speakers across the Cave. The shocked expressions of the JLA make it abundantly clear that Batman, for all his speed, did not manage to hit the mute button in time.
“Dev!” Batman turns and shouts. He’d known Kiran Devabhaktuni was back in the medical bay working on something, but assumed Dev was aware there was a meeting going on.
But it is not Dev at the medbay that greets him when he twists in the chair. It is Dick Grayson and Dev on the workout mats, dancing.
“What?” Dick yells over the music, without stopping. They’re coordinating movements in what Bruce guesses is a Bollywood dance but he’s not certain.
“Turn it off,” Bruce orders in a yell. “I’m in a meeting!” He’s angled his body to make sure the JLA can’t see anything but the back of the cowl. Unfortunately, this also means his chair is turned to give them almost a perfect line of sight to the dancing. He sneaks a sidelong glance at the feed. The meeting is completely silent and every eye is directed at the screen. He stifles a sigh.
“Did you,” Dick pauses in his yell as he spins, “put it on,” another pause is punctuated by motion, “the whiteboard schedule?”
Dev is very pointedly avoiding anything approximating eye contact but he’s grinning madly.
“It’s my cave!” Bruce protests, feeling like a petulant child. “I shouldn’t have to!”
He is aware there is a whiteboard on the far wall, but aside from using it for specific mission work he largely ignores it. The minor details of sparring plans or vehicle upgrades tend to rarely get in his way or conflict with his schedule. He glances at it now and can just barely make out the large scrawl in blue marker on the date box: DANCE PARTY, KD & DG @ 7PM.
Bruce’s eyes narrow under the cowl.
He could stand up and find the power button for the stereo but there’s little certainty that this would prevent Dick from immediately restarting the music. Dev alone would possibly be easy to reason with, even if he is in the mood to be a bit of an ass, but combined with Dick is a dangerous pairing. The last thing Bruce wants is for this to turn into an actual argument with Dick in front of the JLA.
The only alternatives are abruptly leaving the meeting or unmuting the feed long enough to try to provide brief details over the music.
“Should we come join?” Clark asks as soon as he turns back to the computer and activates the audio again. “It looks like fun.”
If it was anyone else, they might smirk. But Clark is sincerity itself, even if Bruce knows or suspects that deep down the man is thoroughly amused.
“Yes!” Dick shouts from behind.
“No,” Bruce says at the same time, in a level tone. “I’m coming up there.”
“Bring Dev!” Barry demands before Bruce turns the entire monitor off. Bruce freezes.
“We were talking,” Barry says, perhaps more loudly than he needs to. Bruce doesn’t know how noisy the music seems on their end. Barry pauses like he’s waiting for Bruce to fish for information but Bruce remains silent. “J’onn and I, I mean,” Barry continues. “What happens if there’s some kind of emergency and Dev doesn’t know his way around up here? Or he’s not used to teleportation?”
“Nobody gets used to teleportation,” Bruce says stiffly, but he is forced to acknowledge that they are decent points. He considers, without looking back at Dev and Dick dancing, and then decides.
“I’ll be there in five minutes,” he says, and then he ends the feed and shuts the monitor down.
The music is still blaring when he stands.
“Dev,” he calls over the noise. “We’re going to the Tower.”
And it is a small consolation that he has the satisfaction of watching the other man suddenly stumble out of a dance step.
“What? Right now?”
Dick shoots Bruce a glare and sprints across the mats to turn the music off, plunging the cave into silence.
“You just have to have the last word, don’t you?” Dick accuses. He’s not even breathing hard.
Dev, on the other hand, is trying to catch his breath and he gives Dick a torn, conflicted look.
“I can stay, mate,” he says. “We’d scheduled it weeks ago.”
“No,” Dick says, shaking his head. Bruce is relieved that he sounds more wryly amused than bitter. “It’s fine. Go. We can do it again later.”
“Uh,” Dev says, looking to Bruce now. Bruce has still not taken off his cowl. “What do I need?”
“Nothing,” Bruce says, going to the vault for a teleportation remote. He spins the dial and tugs the heavy door open and hunts on the shelves of the outer room.
“Should I take Damian out tonight?” Dick asks from the mats. “How long are you going to be up there?”
“Take him out,” Bruce says, pushing the door closed again. “I’ll find you out there if I come back in time. Dev, stand right here.”
“The bloody fuck I will,” Dev says warily, hanging back a few steps and eyeing the small device. “You’ll thoroughly explain that first and give the success rate, in percentages.”
Bruce is a focused man and there’s a meeting waiting, but he can also appreciate caution and a need to understand. While he often uses tech without thinking much about it, he is not so desensitized to be occasionally aware of how profoundly strange it is.
“It’s alien,” Bruce says. “I’ve taken one apart before but I still can’t figure out quite how it works. The success rate is 99.2%.”
Dev raises an alarmed eyebrow.
“99.2 isn’t promising when it’s a human body, mate.”
“I’m giving you a hard time,” Bruce says, feeling like he’s somehow evened whatever score has resulted from the dancing interruption. “In our history of usage, in normal conditions we’ve never had one fail or demonstrate error. Are you coming?”
There’s a long pause while Dev stares at the device.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters. “Yes.”
“You might feel sick,” Bruce warns. “It sometimes has that effect.”
“Don’t try to talk me out of it now,” Dev pleads. “Just get it over with.”
Two seconds later, they’re on the Tower.
Kiran Devabhaktuni thought he was braced for whatever was about to happen, but it is clear almost immediately that he was not. One second, he was standing next to Batman in the Cave.
The exact same second, he is giving in to his body’s visceral need to bend forward and brace himself, palms against knees, in a room with curved gray walls.
“Bloody hell,” he mutters, swallowing bile. It didn’t feel like moving or traveling. There was a hazy flash of dissonant color and then he is simply somewhere else, with his insides all wrong. He wonders distantly if the process disrupts cellular motion, even if by parts of micromillimeters.
“Give it a minute,” Batman orders from beside him. Dev is grateful the other man does not sound amused or dismissive.
When Dev manages to stand, Batman leads him out of the room they’ve landed in, saying, “I have a meeting to finish.”
There’s a note of reproach in Batman’s tone but Dev is too queasy and too overwhelmed to feel bad about it.
“I’ll take you to the medbay. It should be empty right now, and you can explore from there.”
“What?” Dev exclaims, lengthening his stride for two steps to catch up. “Alone, mate?”
“If you posed a threat,” Batman said, his jaw tight, “you wouldn’t be here. If a door is locked, leave it alone. If it isn’t locked, then you can go in.”
“Alright,” Dev says, slowing abruptly as they enter a hallway lined with windows. Outside the windows is space, and earth below them.
“Dev,” Batman says and Dev doesn’t budge. His gaze is pulled to the spacescape like a magnet and he can’t tear himself away.
“We’re in space,” Dev says hollowly. “Sodding space.”
“Yes,” Batman confirms.
Dev looks down– a bit stupidly, he realizes– at his Converse trainers on the sleek hallway floor.
“We’re not standing on earth, mate,” he says.
“No,” Batman agrees.
Dev shakes his head to clear it and glances again at the glittering black expanse, the orb of green and blue and white below. On top of his queasiness, he feels the familiar lurch of a rebellion against heights even though that’s not technically a proper reaction, physically speaking.
“Right, then,” he says to Batman. “Lead on.”
They walk further along a curved corridor and then Batman presses a button in a wall panel and doors slide open to reveal a medical unit that looks rather like an emergency department combined with an operating room.
“I’ll be back as soon as I finish the meeting,” Batman says, standing on the threshold as Dev steps in. “The elevator is two more doors down. All the rooms have intercoms.”
Dev nods, surveying the line of cabinets. The most marked difference between this and the emergency departments he’s accustomed to is the absence of cheery or plain-language posters about patient rights and pain medication refills.
The doors hiss again as they close and Dev is alone in the room. Wayne hadn’t specified but Dev feels it was rather implied that the visit isn’t entirely recreational. At the very least, he ought to explore the unit and he’s rather grateful he’s alone to do so.
It means nobody is around to see his eyes widen and hear the half-strangled gasp, cutting off a startled swear, that escapes him when he spots the thing that must be the body scanner Wayne R&D has been trying to replicate, without much success.
Before Dev can even question whether or not he should touch it, he’s searching it over for a power button. When he finds something that might be it, there’s a moment of hesitation but he barrels right past it and presses.
The thing comes to life with a faint yellow glow and a pleasant, tiny hum. It’s ridiculously maneuverable and light and Dev nearly forgets that he’s in space it’s such a distracting piece of tech.
He scans his own wrist with a faintly surreal sense of awe, feeling more like he’s stepped into one of Timothy’s sci-fi films. It seems more mentally manageable in the context of fiction. For a moment, he squints at a thin line across the bone before he realizes the machine is sensitive enough to show scar from an old fracture.
After several more minutes, he reluctantly pulls himself away and looks around the room. If part of the reason he’s there is to be prepared for future emergencies, he shouldn’t waste his time.
With a grin, Dev starts exploring.
Bruce is beyond done. He had known this would happen if he came up to the Watchtower and sometimes he hates being right.
Their discussion about schedules, which should have taken twenty minutes at the very most, has stretched into over an hour with interjections and side notes and questions and thoughts.
He gets the vague sense that they’re doing it intentionally, Hal and Barry, to see how far they can push him. He wishes Arthur was here so instead of sitting motionless while he swallowed a sigh, he could at least let the king’s patience wear thin enough to cut things short with a rant about the effectiveness of edicts.
Clark is too nice. He’s always been too nice. He honestly looks like he’s even enjoying everyone talking, and J’onn could be there or he could be carefully tracking conversation with his eyes while his mind is light years away. It’s hard to tell. Bruce wonders idly if he’s talking to Dev.
Usually, Diana might be useful in curtailing a waste of time, but as one of the primary complaints was hers, she’s clearly unwilling to drop things until it’s addressed to her satisfaction.
There’s a soft crackle as the intercom in the room clicks on. The table falls silent in an instant.
“Mate,” Dev’s voice carries through the speaker. “Um. I might be, well, I might be about to die.”
In the background, there’s the blaring warning that precedes an airlock door opening. Bruce is already sitting ramrod straight but he flicks a monitor panel on the table to life.
Dev’s face appears onscreen in the feed for the hangar. He looks slightly worried, but mostly angry.
And Bruce knows from experience that means probably terrified.
“What happened?” Bruce asks, flicking through the manual override commands.
At the same time, Barry exclaims, “You brought him? Why didn’t you say something?”
“I was trying to leave the bloody room after the doors shut on their own,” Dev says.
Bruce cancels the airlock door process and the alarms die off. He can see the faint slump of relief in Dev’s shoulders.
“You pushed the red button,” Bruce says. “Why would you push a red button.”
“Bloody hell, it’s not my fault they’ve not been fucking labeled!” Dev retorts. “Red means exit!”
There’s a long pause and then the other man puts a hand over his eyes.
“I see where I might have gone wrong, then,” he says.
“You aren’t technically incorrect,” Bruce replies, feeling mildly guilty for leaving Dev on his own for so long. His irritation turns almost immediately outward toward the League, who apparently can’t manage a conversation about shifts without it being an Event.
“Don’t sodding patronize me,” Dev says with a sigh.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us!” Barry says again, already on his feet. “We’re done here, right?”
“Hiya, Dev!” Clark calls cheerfully. When Bruce glances up, there’s just the slightest telltale crease of concern in the alien’s brow.
Oh, great. This is going to turn into worried Checking Up On and Stern Talking, from Clark Kent.
In the video feed, Dev’s face goes ashy gray and his eyes widen.
“Did the entire League just hear all that, mate?” he asks flatly.
“Shite,” Dev says under his breath. He adds a half second later, in a much clearer tone, a rather resigned and forced, “Hullo, Superman.”
Bruce remotely opens the hangar doors to the hallway and says, “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Before Dev steps out of frame, there’s a flicker of red and Barry is standing next to him, talking rapidly.
Again, Bruce swallows the desire to sigh.
Before Wayne reaches them, Dev’s already been joined by the Flash and Superman and led to something like a common area backed by a cafeteria or kitchen of some sort.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us he’d brought you,” Flash says for the fifth time. “Hal’s never going to let him live this down.”
It’s not particularly reassuring to Dev, who had been having a fairly good time exploring on his own until the Incident.
“How’ve you been?” Superman asks, and because he’s not wearing a mask like the Flash or Wayne, it’s a lot harder to not just think of him as Clark.
“Eh,” Dev says, fighting the creeping blush when it occurs to him that not only did they overhear the entire airlock fiasco, but also saw him dancing with Dick Grayson not two hours ago. “I’ve been well. You?”
“Great,” Clark says, with an easy smile. “But you still owe me a round of BS.”
“The card game?” the Flash asks, his tone rising in surprise.
“He means Bullshit, but he won’t say it,” Dev replies, feeling slightly more at ease. He doesn’t even care that Clark probably did it on purpose.
“I will!” Clark insists. “But my Ma was there the last time we played.”
“You wouldn’t just now,” Dev says, fighting a smirk.
Clark shrugs in resignation.
“Still. You owe me a round,” he says, turning to peer into the dim kitchen. “I wonder if we have cards up here. Does Hal have cards?”
“Why would Hal have cards?” Flash asks, frowning.
“Of course I have cards,” Green Lantern says in a scoffing tone, coming into the room with Wayne and J’onn. “Why?”
“We’re playing BS, apparently,” Flash answers.
“You came all the way to space to play Bullshit,” Wayne asks. He sounds unamused but Dev can hear the undercurrent and see the slight twitch in one corner of the man’s mouth.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, mate, but space is really boring. It’s full of literally nothing,” Dev answers. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind exploring the Tower a bit more but he figures he should wait and distract himself until it’s easier to keep his fingers from trembling.
“This is your first time up here, isn’t it?” Green Lantern asks. “Buddy, space is full of stuff.”
“Statistically, it’s more full of nothing,” Dev says stubbornly. Somehow arguing is making him feel less stupid.
“It’s full of planets,” Flash says.
“But if it’s a planet, does it count as space?” Dev asks. There are times he could kick himself for being an arse but he’s mostly just glad it’s keeping people from talking about airlocks. “I mean, not many stand about on earth talking about being in space.”
“Space is a vast emptiness,” J’onn says calmly, and Dev debates reaching out to the alien but feels like his mind would be too much wordless shrieking at the moment.
“I’m going to go find some cards,” Clark announces. “And Diana. She’d like this game.”
“I said I have some,” Green Lantern says, going with him. “Somewhere in my room.”
“I’m finding snacks,” Flash says. “We really need to start having food at those meetings.”
“Are you alright?” Wayne asks quietly when Flash disappears into the kitchen.
“You mean have I recovered from being a bloody wanker?” Dev asks a little bitterly. “Nearly. I’m sodding desperate for a cuppa, but I’ll live. Do we need to go?”
“Do you want to?” Wayne asks, with a slight frown.
“Not especially,” Dev shrugs. “But patrol.”
“Nightwing will take Robin out,” Wayne says. “I have some things I should look over with J’onn if I’m here.”
“Cheers, then,” Dev says.
“Are you abandoning him again?” Flash demands, sticking his head through a service window.
“He isn’t a child,” Wayne answers.
“I’m bloody fine,” Dev says. “And I’m not in the mood to lose a card game by default.”
Flash ducks back and then almost immediately reappears again.
“Wait. You’ve played games with Batman. Like actual games.”
“Our favorite is Candyland,” Dev says before he even thinks twice about what he’s saying. It’s the sort of thing he might say to make Timothy angry when talking to Jason. He figures he might as well run with it. “But he gets grumpy if we don’t have the matching sweets.”
The exposed part of Flash’s face pales.
“My favorite is black licorice,” Wayne says evenly from just behind Dev.
Flash’s mouth sets in a flat line.
“Of course it is,” he answers, sounding disgusted.
“Is this an American game?” J’onn asks.
“I’ll tell you about it,” Wayne says, heading out of the room.
It was a joke, Dev thinks before the doors close.
I was nearly certain this was the case. J’onn replies. Have you been enjoying the Tower? I am told it is an unusual experience.
It’s been bloody brilliant. The Medbay alone is a marvel. Not to mention space. I’m nearly sick thinking about it, it’s so massive.
There’s a flash of Wayne’s tense expression in Dev’s mind, like a flicker of remembering something suddenly.
I am glad you have found it satisfactory. Do you know why our interactions make Batman uncomfortable? Is there some protocol of etiquette I am breeching?
No, mate, he’s just mental.
That seems harsh but oddly fitting. Is this something I should refrain from telling him?
Don’t bother. I will. I’ve not in a bit and it’s overdue.
If you do not mind my observing it, you and Batman’s family convey respect or admiration in…confusing ways.
“Dev, are you hungry?” Dev is pulled out of his thoughts by Flash leaning through the window again. “I don’t know what you like.”
Enjoy your game, Kiran Devabhaktuni.
Tell Wayne I said I’m not miffed, if you would.
“Not particularly,” Dev answers Flash. He’s mostly finally over his initial teleportation queasiness and hasn’t really registered hunger in its wake.
“Hm,” Flash says skeptically. He emerges from the kitchen with his arms full of a various assortment of bags and containers. “If you change your mind, we can probably find you something.”
“Are those J’onn’s Oreos?” Dev asks when Flash dumps it all on a table.
Flash looks just slightly guilty.
“Not all of them,” he says.
“We found cards,” Clark says, coming back into the room trailed by his cape and Green Lantern. Wonder Woman is only a few steps behind them. “I started to explain the game to Diana, but she said she’s played before.”
“It’s called Cheat,” she adds archly, taking a seat at the table. “If I agree to play, we will call it by the correct name.”
“Thank you,” Dev says, pulling out another chair while internally slowly building to a panic again. He’s about to sit and play cards with the Justice League. In space. “I’ve told them that and it would have spared Superman the humiliation, but some of Batman’s sons like the excuse to shout ‘bullshit’ at each other.”
“They need an excuse?” Wonder Woman asks with a crooked grin.
“Not much,” Clark says wryly, sitting down.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Dev says. “Pass the crisps.”
Flash tilts the open bag toward him and Dev takes a handful.
“So, who’s actually good at this game?” Green Lantern asks, looking around the table. Green, almost transparent and overlarge hands shuffle the deck of cards and then, ghostlike, deal them out. “I mean, Supes isn’t, of course, but, who else?”
“Why does everyone say that?” Clark protests with a wounded frown. “I’m the only one here who keeps a secret identity without a damn mask.”
“Damn,” Flash echoes. “Hal, you made him angry.”
“He’s not that bad,” Dev says defensively, feeling like he owes Clark that much at least.
“Thanks, Dev,” Clark mutters.
“I am excellent at this game,” Wonder Woman says. She pauses. “J’onn is not playing, is he?”
“He’s off with Bats,” Flash answers.
“Good,” she says. “Then I am excellent at this game.”
“I’m better with the mask,” Flash says with a slight shrug. “But I’m keeping it as my handicap.”
“It’s not golf, Barry,” Hal says. “You don’t get a handicap.”
“Are you taking yours off?” Flash counters, with a mouthful of crisps.
Dev drinks in every word and motion, trying to chew his own handful of crisps as unobtrusively as possible.
Instead of answering Flash, Green Lantern looks at Dev.
“What about you?”
“I’m not assessing myself in a room of supers,” Dev says, slightly alarmed by the prospect. “If I’m bloody awful, I’ll not have the added humiliation of saying otherwise first.”
“Don’t listen to him. He’s almost as good as Batman,” Clark says, picking up his cards.
Dev glares at him, unable to tell if Clark is trying to be nice or trying to throw the others off or both.
By the third round, Clark’s nearly won and Wonder Woman is looking more and more annoyed.
“Bullshit,” Green Lantern says furiously to Clark when they go around again.
“I thought we were calling it Cheat,” Flash says, studying his cards.
“We are,” Green Lantern says. “I’m not saying it as part of the game. I’m just saying bullshit. I think he’s cheating somehow.”
“Why wouldn’t you say cheat, then?” Dev asks, taking an Oreo and making a mental note to apologize to J’onn later. His hands are no longer on the verge of trembling and he glances toward the curved window that looks out on space. His stomach doesn’t completely flip this time.
“I’m not stupid,” Green Lantern bites back. “You are cheating though, Kal, aren’t you?”
“It’s not my fault you underestimated me,” Clark answers with a pleased grin. “But I’ll sit out the next round if you feel like it’s fair.”
“Cheat,” Dev says, pulling his gaze away from space.
“Crap,” Clark mutters, turning over his card. He scoops up the handful. “How’d you know?”
“I asked J’onn,” Dev says, though he didn’t. Wonder Woman makes a noise of irritation and snaps her spread of cards shut. She studies Dev and then relaxes again.
“Hm,” is all she says.
“Do we have anything to drink?” Green Lantern asks.
“Maybe,” Flash says. “I’ll check.”
“No,” Clark says. “I will. I’m already behind again.”
The game pauses when he leaves the table and Dev takes the crisps Flash offers again. They’re vinegar flavored and fairly good.
“So, what have you seen?” Flash asks. “We’ll take a tour and fill the gaps after.”
“The medbay and the hangar,” Dev says. “That was as far as I got.”
“Well, we’re done then,” Green Lantern says, leaning over and looking at Flash’s cards. “We’ve got too much to go see. I can’t believe he just left you.”
“Are we not finishing the game?” Wonder Woman asks, frowning.
“I guess not,” Flash says, dropping his cards.
“We’ve got milk and canned tea,” Clark says from the kitchen.
“Milk? Who the hell drinks milk?” Green Lantern asks, twisting in his seat.
“I think it’s for the Oreos,” Flash says. “Does the tea have lemon in it?”
“I didn’t check,” Clark says from the dim room. “Did you say we were done with the game?”
“It’s probably got lemon,” Flash says, making a face. He stands and stretches. “We’re giving Dev an official tour.”
“I’ll come,” Clark says. “Hal, you’re on your own for drinks.”
“I’ve got coffee in my room,” Green Lantern says, gathering the cards. “I’ll make some later.”
“Sometime, we will finish a game,” Wonder Woman says, handing over her two cards. “But I, too, will come along for a tour. Someone should be there to provide accurate information.”
Dev grins at the self-satisfied look she has when Green Lantern and Flash immediately begin good-naturedly arguing with her and each other in reaction.
And even though he didn’t mind being on his own earlier, it’s brilliant to explore with bickering tour guides and less danger of pressing the wrong button. By the time they make a full circuit of the public rooms and a few of the private ones, Dev isn’t sure what’s more mind-blowing– the fact that he’s in space or that he’s chatting easily with the League.
They find Batman and J’onn in a room full of communication equipment, and neither of them seem surprised to see the group.
“We need to go soon,” Wayne says, glancing at them. “But I can show you anything they skipped.”
“We didn’t skip anything,” Clark says stubbornly. “We saw everything that matters.”
“The Kitchen?” Wayne asks.
By the way he says it, Dev surmises he does not mean the cafeteria room.
“Eh,” Flash hedges. “It’s not that exciting. More like work.”
“I’ll show you the Kitchen. Then we should go,” Wayne says, standing. “Contact me if we missed anything, J’onn.”
“Of course,” J’onn says.
“How did it go?” Wayne asks Dev when the others have said farewells and they’re in the corridor alone.
“Well, I think,” Dev answers. Now, at the end of it, he’s almost too wired to process much. “Thank you, by the way. For bringing me along.”
He does not say how much he had hoped he’d get to see the Tower someday; he doesn’t think he needs to.
“It’s a wise tactical decision,” Wayne says, and Dev understands there are also things Wayne isn’t saying but means nonetheless. There’s a faint smile beneath the cowl and his voice softens a little. “And you’re going to like the Kitchen. We use it for training, but it’s essentially a holodeck.”
They ride a lift down and walk more of a corridor and Dev is starting to feel genuinely hungry and actually desperate for a cup of tea. He’d not planned on doing so much walking about.
When they stop outside a door, Wayne hesitates.
“Don’t talk to J’onn while we’re inside,” he says.
“Sure, mate,” Dev agrees.
Wayne taps on a panel with gloved fingers and then the door slides open and they step into a massive grey room with a rounded ceiling.
There’s another computer set into the wall and Wayne presses another series of buttons and Dev nearly yelps when the entire room changes around them.
Instead of a grey room, he’s standing on a grassy knoll looking over a familiar river out across a familiar skyline.
It’s Gotham, but the entire city is quiet and there’s no movement. The buildings are in good repair and the southside docks have been rebuilt where they were sinking in; the pocket of sagging Section 8 apartment buildings just to the left of the Park Row divide are new and have rooftop community gardens Dev can make out even from where he stands. There’s sunlight over the distant bay.
And while taking it all in, he realizes that the city doesn’t feel dead and empty in the least. It looks and feels for all the world like it’s a tended home, just waiting for the return of life, like a summer cottage kept with cloth tarps on the furniture.
Dev glances sidelong at Wayne, who has pulled back his cowl for the first time Dev’s seen all night. The other man’s attention is fixed on the city.
“This room is for combat training,” he says.
“They don’t know about this one,” Dev guesses, bewildered still by how real it seems.
Wayne shakes his head.
“You could do bloody anything, then,” Dev says, watching Wayne’s face now. “Why this?”
“This is what she could be like,” Wayne answers. He sounds certain, more determined than hopeful. “She could be a beautiful city again. A good place to live.”
Dev surveys Gotham again.
“It’s already getting better,” he ventures, not really sure if this is what Wayne wants or needs to hear. “It’s not as bad off as it was when I first arrived.”
“Good,” Wayne says. “It should be better. There are other programs we can see, but I wanted to show you this one. In case you needed to see it.”
Dev turns slowly on the grass. Behind where they stand, he can make out the Manor roof and some of the property. Further inland and north, the scraggly pines and slopes that make up Vernon State Park loom tall.
“It’s mental that we’ve come to space and still end up looking at home,” Dev says, swiveling back and meeting Wayne’s gaze.
“Space hates us,” Wayne says, a little grumpily, Dev thinks. “I’m sorry about the airlock. Ready?”
When they materialize instantly in the Cave nearly an hour later, Bruce gives Dev a moment to collect himself. He does not admit how much his own stomach churns.
After he’s certain Dev is steady on his feet and not going to topple over, Bruce strides over to the computer and connects the comm.
“O. How is everyone?”
“Quiet night, B.”
“Tell Nightwing to bring Robin home by one. I’m not going out tonight.”
“Will do,” Oracle says cheerfully.
Bruce turns back to Dev and takes his cowl off.
“I’m sodding exhausted,” Dev says. “And I was peckish until that jump.”
“I think we owe you a cup of tea,” Bruce answers. “Let me get out of this suit.”
“A cuppa is all I’ve ever wanted.” Dev runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Bloody hell, but that was fun.”
Request: I’ve a request for you. There’s a few fics of Richard Speight/reader and of Rob Benedict/reader. I’ve got one for us girls that just can’t choose between the two of them. Rob/Rich/Reader I’ve yet to see one of those. The smuttier the better but if you’re not comfortable doing smut that involves two guys a clean one is better than nothing
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Classes start tomorrow, so I’ll work on the remaining requests when I can :) I saw that quite a few people got this same request, so if you write one of these tag me! Writing this just really made me realize how much I actually want to read it. Hope you guys like it!
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader x Richard Speight Jr.
“Lay your weary head to rest! Don’t you cry no more!” The crowd’s enthusiastic singing filled the theater with a booming frequency, one that sent chills down your spine. It was Friday night, which meant it was party time, and your best friends, Rob and Rich, took that very seriously.
“Thank you, Friday people! You’ve made the first day of this convention incredible! Keep the energy up!” Richard shouted into the microphone, crossing the stage with an energized bounce in his step, his Game of Thrones costume hardly slowing him down.
As the rock music continued to blare, you felt someone step beside you, soft material brushing against your arm. You turned to look at Rob, who donned a full Khaleesi costume, dragon and all. Even though you had helped him into the costume quite a few times, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight.
Rob immediately threw his arms around you, lifting you and swinging you with a laugh, drawing cheers from the crowd.
“Oh, I want in on this!” Rich’s voice sounded a moment later as he came to Rob’s aid, immediately throwing himself at you to sandwich you between him and Rob. He wrapped his arms around Rob, grasping his friend’s back as the other followed suit, crushing you between their bodies.
“Really, guys?” You managed to breathe out, your hands trapped against Rich’s chest, which was rumbling with uncontrollable laughter. You could hear the crowd getting a kick out of your misfortune too.
“Whose hat is that? I know that isn’t yours,” Rich pointed out, eyes flashing down to the black baseball cap you wore backwards.
You smiled innocently, hearing a soft laugh from Rob. Maybe you had stole it off of Rich’s bed while he was finishing getting dressed in the bathroom. The three of you shared things all of the time. It was just a natural part of your friendship.
“Gee, Rich, someone’s been acting up lately,” Rob commented, the microphone catching his words and displaying them for all to hear. There were definitely a few whistles and catcalls within the responding screams and cheers.
“Uh oh. What are we going to do about that?” Rich replied, glancing over your shoulder to share an amused smirk with Rob.
It’s been about two weeks since Jimin got into the coma and there’s no sign of him getting out of it anytime soon. Jungkook and I have visited everyday since the accident and we don’t plan to stop. I just got out of my shift at the hospital and got into the car to drive to the hospital Jimin is in. I would have moved him here but it’s better to leave love out of work so I can’t treat him. Legally, because everyone knows I will most likely give him larger treatment to get him to wake up.
Jimin and I have been together for about six years now. We met in senior year of high school when we were eighteen. We’re now twenty-four years old. We dated through senior year but broke up freshman year of college because we didn’t go to the same college and thought distance was hard. But about a year and a half after that, we met again and started dating again. We’ve been together since then and Jimin proposed to me a few months ago. We were due to get married in three months.
I sigh as I walk into the familiar hospital and smile at the lady at the front desk who’s name I learned is Jess. “Hey Jess.”
“Hey (Y/N).” She smiles and nods towards the direction to Jimin’s room. I smile sadly as I start to walk down the hallways that I can now walk with a blindfold over my eyes and still know where to go.
I open the door and look at my fiance’s figure. He’s still as pale as he was before. His scrapes have gone away, some still healing. His hand is still in a cast but one that’s more for if you sprained it, since he doesn’t move his wrist has healed a bit faster than if a person who moved around.
I smile at his closed eyes and emotionless face and sit in the same chair, pulling it closer to the bed. I take his hand again and look down at the ring on his finger. About three and a half years ago we got matching promise rings. His has my initials on it and vice versa.
I kiss the ring then his hand and rest my cheek on the back of his hand as I stare at him. That’s all I’ve been doing lately. I stare at him. I soak in his beauty just in case I wont be able to anymore.
“I miss you.” I sigh and blink away the tears I already feel starting in my eyes. “I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry when I visit you. Just in case you do wake up.. I don’t want the first thing you see is me crying.” I laugh lightly and sigh as I lay my forehead on his stomach and close my eyes.
I imagine his hand running through my hair and his voice telling me to look up, then I would look up and see his eyes open and him smiling at me. I stopped imagining that once I felt tears well up in my eyes and heard a knock on the door. I quickly wiped at my eyes and said for the person to come in.
Jungkook walked in with a small smile on his face. “How are you?” He asks and takes the seat on the other side of the bed, so he’s across from me and Jimin’s body in between us.
“I’m alright. How was work?”
“Good. A kid came in and I taught him the dance me and Jimin came up with. It’s not the same, teaching a dance alone.”
Jungkook and Jimin own a dance studio together, as well as Taehyung. They teach all types of dances, since they learned a lot of genres in college.
Jimin met Jungkook in college, while he’s been best buddies with Taehyung since birth. I’ve been best friends with Jungkook since the third grade. he met Jimin first and we met through Jungkook.
I smile at Jungkook. “I’m sure you’re doing great. Has Taehyung come back from the meetings for the studio in San Francisco?”
“He tried to come back when the accident happened but they told him the meetings were important for finances and stuff like that. He should be coming back today, actually. He said he’s coming as soon as he gets here. ” I nod and lean back in my seat. “The doctor said he has some things to tell us. He said he should be up here soon.”
As soon as he says that, I start to worry. I get scared of all the possibilities that can happen. Is he never going to wake up?
About ten minutes of my worrying and Jungkook trying to calm me down, the doctor finally comes in. With a frown on his face. I can already tell this is going to end badly. Jungkook and I both stand up from our seats.
“We’ve been doing test on Jimin. We’ve been doing MRI scans and trying to check what exactly is wrong with his brain, that caused him to go into the coma. He simply just hit his head on the steering wheel too hard. We found something in his brain. Nothing too serious, like a tumor, you can calm a bit.”
Jungkook squeezes my shoulder and I sigh and nod for the doctor to continue.
“Jimin hit a certain part of his brain harshly, damaging it. The temporal lobe.”
I immediately stop breathing. I’m a doctor, I know what this means.
I pull away from Jungkook’s grasp and start to silently cry. I ran my hands through my hair and pulled at it as I laid my head against the wall.
“Wait what? What does that mean? I’m the only non-doctor in the room! Please explain!”
I continue to cry as the doctor explains to Jungkook what could happen if Jimin does wake up. Jungkook as well starts to tear up, scared of what might happen.
There’s another knock on the door that causes us all the look at the door. I lean my back against the wall and stare at the door, not bothering to clean my face.
Taehyung walks in and smiles at us before seeing Jungkook and I’s distressed faces. He immediately drops his bag and runs to the side of Jimin’s bed, checking to see if he had a pulse. From seeing our faces he must of thought he died. He breathes out a sigh of relief but still looks at us full of fear and worry. “What’s going on here?”
“If Jimin wakes up,” Jungkook starts and takes in a deep breath as his voice cracks. “He might not remember anything. He might not remember us.”
~One Month Later~
Jimin still hasn’t woken up. It’s been a month and a half, but I won’t give up.
I walk through the hallways of the hospital towards Jimin’s room with Jungkook and Taehyung behind me. We all stop when we see multiple nurses run into Jimin’s room. I immediately run to the room to see the doctor pulling the tube out of Jimin’s mouth.
“What is he doing! He needs that!” I exclaim and go to run forward but Taehyung grabs me.
He can’t die, he can’t die. Please don’t let him die. I need him here with me. Jimin please don’t die.
I start to panic and tears roll down my cheeks as we anticipate what the doctor is doing.
The doctor hands the tube to the nurse next to him and the nurse moves out of the way, so we can see Jimin.
His eyes are open.
I gasp as the doctor helps him up, then walks out of the room, telling us he’ll be right back. Taehyung lets me go and I step forward.
Please, please please please please let the love of my life, the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with, remember me, Please let it be a misunderstanding and he will remember everything.
“Jimin.” I say once I’m at the foot of his bed.
He looks at me and oh my god, have I never been more happy than to see those beautiful eyes. He stares at me for a few more seconds and I smile. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”
Taehyung steps forward and Jimin smiles. “Tae.” Jimin whispers.
I smile harder as I watch his smile and hear his soft whisper.
“Hey man.” Jungkook says and Jimin’s smile goes down.
“Um,” His voice his raspy, as he speaks for the first time in weeks. “I-I don’t remember why I’m here.”
I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Tears start to fall as realization hits.
“That’s okay, it’s been a long time.” Jungkook says with a reassuring smile and Taehyung nods.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember you.” Jimin rasps out and licks his slightly chapped lips.
Jungkook’s smile fades and Taehyung’s eyes widen.
“Oh god, Jimin. Please- please remember.. I - please remember me… I need you.” I let out an exasperated sigh and stare at him, with tears down my face, as his eyes fill with sorrow and sympathy.