I Don’t Know, But I Love You (Kim Seungmin x 9th Member! Fem! Reader)
Summary: Seungmin doesn’t know how to explain it, but he just knows he loves you. Or, in better words, you and Seungmin talk about how your relationship came to be, including a questionare.
Warnings; Crying, this is based off the SKZ room episode with Chan and Seungmin, established relationship, hinted enemies to lovers, Reader gets grabbed by a saseang (flashback), mentioned that Reader lost her childhood dog.
THIS IS SO CHEESY EW. Seungmin is my first and ult bias in all of kpop, I love this man with all my heart.
“Remember when…”
Seungmin lifts his eyes from the table, to you, standing across from him with your hands on your hips, smiling as you glance around the room,
“We would argue so much that Chan had to schedule our recordings so we wouldn’t be in the studio at the same time?”
Seungmin can feels his lips twitch in a smile, and he has to remind himself of the cameras that are focused on the two of you. “He still has to do that sometimes,”
“For very different reasons,” You grin, leaning forward, before you exhale, and Seungmins eyes watch as your eyes skim through the photos around the room, memories of the two of you from the last seven years.
“This is so cute,” You coo, picking one of the photos off the wall in front of you, staring down at it. Seungmin is laying on his back on a couch, with you on top of him, both of you asleep. Pre-relationship, you’re pretty sure, due to Seungmins hands being hesitant on resting on your back.
A sniffle startles you, your eyes snapping back to Seungmin just when his hands raise to cover his face, and you settle back in your seat, setting the picture down, fingers curling into the arm of his jacket, “Hey. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” He scoffs a breathless laugh, eyes avoiding as he blinks, exhaling heavy when he averts his gaze to stare at the ceiling, “I-,” He sighs, again, eyes dropping to meet yours, “I don’t know how to explain it,”
“Well,” You make quick motions to scoot your chair so you were beside him, hand raising to his cheekbone so your thumb could rub a tear away, “Hopefully it’s not a bad thing,”
“No,” Seungmins head shakes, eyes wary as they flick to you, “It could never be a bad thing,”
Your brows furrow, hand sliding to push hair from his forehead, “What do you mean?”
Seungmin sighs, hand tugging yours away to hold it tight in his lap. “I don’t say it much,” He murmurs, and he’s now hyper aware of the mics clipped on both your shirts, “But I love you. A lot. I just…”
He shakes his head, again, glancing away, your hand tugging so he looks back at you, now spotting the glossiness of your own eyes, where you offer him a small smile,
“When…when we all first debuted I was terrified,” You murmur, taking note of his brows slowly furrowing, “Being the only girl in a group of guys? I was worried about dating rumors, of getting too close to you guys before the company decided maybe it wasn’t a good idea to add a girl-,”
You lift a shoulder, “Instead I gained seven bothers, and-,” You sniffle, and Seungmin finally leans forward to grab a tissue, patting it across your jaw to catch fallen tears.
You giggle, head leaning forward so it knocked, gently, against his, his own smile widening, “And you, Min. I gained you, you’re my best friend, and partner all in one, and I’m so grateful we could be in this together,”
Seungmin leans back, huffing as he uses the same tissue to pat his eye, “You’re making me ugly cry,”
“You are not an ugly crier,” You laugh, hand cradling his cheek, directing him back to you, “I know you love me, Min, without you saying it. With your teasing, and actions, they say it for you,”
“You’re ruining your makeup,” He mumbles, after a beat, his eyes watching as you raise a hand, wiping at the smudged mascara under your eye, “I really do love you. Im sorry I don’t say it enough,”
“You don’t have to say it,” You murmur, “Cause I know. All these pictures prove it,” You gesture to the room around you, Seungmin following your gaze.
“I just told you I love you twice,” Seungmin starts, so when you meet his eyes he has a false offensive look on his face, “And you haven’t said it back once, woman,”
You full on laugh now, Seungmin letting you lean into his shoulder, “I love you, too, Seungmin,” Your voice is quiet, tilting your head so he could see your face, “You’re stuck with me,”
Seungmins lips press into a smile, hand patting your thigh, “I’m okay with that,”
You allow the two of you to fall into silence, your eyes fluttering with a soft sigh, “You wanna know a memory of mine? One that’s not in these photos?”
“Enlighten me,”
“That time at the airport,” You start, lifting your head to look at him, “When that guy grabbed me,”
One thing you hated about big cities was how many people there were. New York was big, you knew that, but how could so many people fit into one airport?
Seungmins in front of you, but the arm he has behind his back holds your fingers tight in his, your eyes firm on staring at the back of his hoodie.
Maybe it’s to avoid the flashes of cameras, or drown out the shrill screaming of fans, but you allow yourself to zone out, forcing yourself to focus solely on the music in your one headphone you shared with Seungmin, which has now faded from one song into the next.
One shout is louder than the rest, but you don’t seem to focus on it. Not until fingers grip the back of your hood, yanking you so hard it briefly chokes you, gasp muffled against your mask.
Then, you’re falling. The force sends you off balance, feet stumbling as your fingers tug hard away from Seungmins, who instantly spins to look over his shoulder in alarm.
The landing is rough. You land on your back- hard- startled when a man you don’t recognize hovers over you, phone waving in your face. You hear a brief, “Just one photo! Please!”, before arms lock under his, tugging him hard onto his feet and a safe distance from you.
Seungmin and Jisung are above you before you can blink again. Seungmins hands take yours, and you nearly have whiplash from how quick he pulls you back to your feet, his arm firm as it curls around your shoulders and holds you against his side.
“Get out of the way!” His yell surprises you, but the hard furrow of his brows and the tension in his jaw shows you just how angry he is, and his free arm reaches out to finally shove the door open, leading you onto the sidewalk,
Then his hands are on your face, forcing your chin up so your eyes met his, and find all anger gone and now replaced with worry, “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” You exhale, the guard behind you moving around to open the door of the black SUV, Seungmin leading you inside with his body shielding yours.
“Why the hell is that something you want to remember?” Seungmins murmur is quiet, blinking down at you when you smile, glancing down at your fingers that cling to his,
“Because that proved to me that you loved me,” You speak, quietly, sighing as you lift a shoulder and glance around, “The way you reacted, made sure I was okay,”
When a sniffle breaks through the quiet, it’s Seungmin who is startled this time. It’s not soft tears, your face pinches, eager to keep everything down, but your hiccup shakes your body, free hand raising to cover your face,
“Hey, no,” Seungmin turns himself in his seat so he’s fully facing you, hand raising to your shoulder to tug you forward, arms tight when your head presses to the space between his neck and shoulder, “No more crying,”
“I can’t help it,” Despite the mic being clipped to the collar of your shirt, your voice is muffled, “Sometimes I think about what life would’ve been like if I hadn’t been put in the group. And-and I don’t like thinking about that because I never would’ve met you, or-or any of the guys, and-,”
“Bubs,” Seungmins voice is a gentle murmur, and you feel one of his hands card through your hair, your next inhale trembling, “Breathe,”
You sigh, heavy, and Seungmin feels you nod against his neck, leaning back just enough to wipe your cheek, “I dont think I could imagine my life without you, Min. Not after living it with you,”
Seungmin exhales, a quiet breath, hand mindlessly running through your hair, out of your face, “You make me sappy,” He murmurs, grabbing another tissue so one hand cradles your jaw, the other slow as it cleans the smudged makeup under your eyes,
“You made me show my smile again when I hated it,” He continues, and you can tell he’s now not giving a fuck about the cameras, “You make me want physical touch when I used to pull away. You make me want to share my food, give you the last brownie,”
Your quiet giggle causes Seungmins lips to pull, pinky curling a stray strand from your cheekbone, “I love you. I really, really do, and now STAYs know,”
“They’ve always known,” You whisper, head tilting, “Probably before we did,”
Seungmin exhales a breathy laugh, nodding, allowing you to pull away from him, hand wiping at your reddened cheek, “Didn’t they say something about a questionare?”
“Right,” Seungmin lets you divert the topic, leaning forward to grab the neatly stacked index cards, “No idea what this is about, but-,” He splits the cards, handing you one half, and you settle into your seat, flipping through them with a weak sniffle,
“Who was the most surprised when our relationship was revealed?”
Seungmin snorts, and he’s glad to see the smile that breaks on your face as he crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair, “Chan hyung. Definitely. It took him a week to believe it,”
“I was gonna say Minho,” You cackle, “2Min denied,” You flip your first card, “Who said ‘I love you’ first?”
“You, surprisingly,” You answer your own question quick, “It was after that one New York show. It was random, but it was meaningful,”
“What is my favorite group song?” Seungmin reads next, ignoring the tightness in his chest from your previous answer, “I don’t know. I mean I like all of them. Probably Cover Me, though. I already know yours is Giant,”
“I love Giant,” You sigh, grinning as you blindly pick another card, “When was the last time I cried happy tears? Why am I getting the sad ones?!”
“Today, for me,” Seungmin squints his eyes, “You better say today,”
“I mean, yeah,” You scoff, lifting a shoulder, “But, also Two weeks ago. When (Childhood/Dog/Name) passed. I came home after recording one day and you and Lix were acting weird. Turned out you were surprising me with a puppy,”
“You bawled like a baby,” Seungmin grins, your hand shoving his shoulder, pointing a finger threateningly before you relax,
“Now we have a real life PuppyM, but we just call her Minnie-Mae.”
“As you can tell, I didn’t choose the name.” Seungmin glances at the camera, your eyes rolling as you half hazardly hand him a card,
“What is your favorite non-Stray Kids song? Birds of a feather,” Seungmin shrugs, eyes moving to you,
“I really like It’s Alright from P1Harmony for some reason,” You pause, looking up at the camera, “Keeho, if you see this, don’t let that boost your ego,”
Seungmin scoffs, leaning sideways so his shoulder bumps yours, “Listening to other groups’ music? How dare you,”
“It popped up on Instagram!” You protest, “It’s catchy! Anyway, what is your favorite unit song?”
“Cinema,” It surprises both of you when you answer in unison, glancing at one another before Seungmin grins, your giggle soft,
“What is your favorite thing about the other person?” Seungmin sighs, crossing his arms, and you watch his eyes move across you, as if searching,
“Stop staring at me,” You mutter, Seungmin huffing, smacking the card onto the table,
“My favorite thing about you is how you argue back,” Seungmin lifts a shoulder, while you raise your eyebrows, “You don’t take my teasing to heart,”
“It’s your love language,” You murmur, head tilting as you raise a hand, running it through his brown locks, “My favorite thing is your hair,”
“My hair? Seriously?” Seungmin bats your hand away, but instead you cup his jaw, his eyes narrowing,
“I’m kidding, Minnie,” You breathe, smiling, “I love your smile. Especially when you had braces,”
You can see the way he swallows back a smile, glancing down at his stack of cards to find he’s on the last one, “Oh, it’s not a question. To end the episode, give your partner a kiss,”
“Oh, they’re greedy,” You cackle, finally sitting upright from your slouched position, Seungmin glancing at the camera warily,
“You know I don’t like this,” He mutters, head nodding to the camera when you tug him forward, his lips grazing your cheek, “That’s all you’re getting,”
“You’re a pain in the ass,” You giggle, Seungmin scoffing, allowing your hand to slide to the back of his neck, pecking his cheekbone before allowing him to pull back, “Okay, I’m happy now,”
“Cut!” The shout of your manager leads you to pull Seungmin into you, his hand catching the back of your chair so you could kiss him, slower, his hum soft against your lips,
“I love you,” You breathe, Seungmins free hand now at your jaw, pulling you back into him, lips slow,
“I love you, too,”
You smile when you lean back, exhaling heavily, and you can hear your manager thank the both of you, Seungmin taking that cue to stand up, hand extended for you to take,
Moving off the set, the first thing you hear is Chan squealing, Seungmins fingers tightening in yours when your leader raises his arms, startling you with an embrace,
“That was adorable, and sad, and happy, my brain couldn’t keep up with the different emotions,” Chan gushes, Seungmin rolling his eyes as you snort, glancing over at the brunette beside you,
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Seungmin side steps, tugging you with him, “If we’re done here, I owe her a sushi date,”
“Yep! You guys are good,” Chan nods, smiling at you when you glance back at him, “Have fun!”
The elevator is quiet, besides the soft humming of the buildings mechanics. You don’t even think when you turn, tugging your hand free from Seungmins to wrap it around his torso, pressing yourself to his front,
“You’re extra clingy today,” Seungmin keeps his voice low as his own arms slide across your shoulders, lips to your hair, “You okay?”
You hum, exhaling deep, “Chan was right. That was a lot of emotions in such a short time span,”
Seungmin chuckles, nodding, allowing you both to fall back into silence before he hums. “I love you,”
“That’s five times in one day,” You cock your head back, smiling up at where your boyfriend deadpans, “New record,”
You cackle when he rolls his eyes, his hands pressing to your shoulders to push you away. “Yeah, and I’ve probably rolled my eyes twice as many times because of you,”
“Don’t push me away!” You laugh, hand grabbing Seungmins wrist so he stumbles forward, free hand catching your hip. “I love you, too, you nonchalant dork,”
Seungmin smiles, glancing over when the elevator door dings, curling his hand through yours securely, “C’mon,” He murmurs, tone softening, “Let’s go eat,”
I know Josh got a higher vote than Seungmin, but I am closer to being finished with Seungmins than Josh’s. Will be posted hopefully the first week of November.
Edit: Posted!!
3. Park Sunghoon
I just REALLY wanna post Hoon hehe
4. Joshua Hong
5. Min Yoongi
6. Boo Seungkwan
7. Lee Chan
There will be taglists for each member!! Comment below if you’d like to be tagged in a specific members story.
Summary: Lee Know takes you to his home for the weekend to get away from the chaos. He finds just how much his cats love you, which is all the comfort you need.
Warnings: Established relationship, crying, mentions of depression, soft Minho, Reader is mentioned to having just lost her pet cat- this will be a flashback and will be detail. No this isn’t a vent post LEAVE ME ALONE. Dori is hella attached to the reader. Forgive me if you know Lee Knows mom’s name- I’m not aware! So she is Mama Lee in this :). Mentions of Seungmins, Changbins, and Hyunjins cat allergy.
“Min, honey?” Lee Knows mother’s voice is the first thing you hear when you step into his home. It’s warm, a stark contrast to the chilly wind outside, and the two of you are slow in removing your outdoor clothes, “Is that you?”
“Yeah, Eomma,” Minho calls back, making sure to keep his tone light, as only an hour ago did you show signs of a headache, “I brought a guest, if that’s okay,”
“Is it the boys?” Mama Lee rounds the corner, then, and her face softens almost instantly upon seeing you, “Oh, Y/N, hi,”
“Hi, Mama Lee,” Your murmur is quiet, offering her a small smile as she moves up, hands instantly helping smooth down stray hairs from your beanie,
Her hands cradle your face, then, and the warmth of her palms help soothe the cold ache of your skin, “You came just in time, I’m finishing up dinner,”
“I figured I’d get her out of the dorms,” Minho speaks, pulling off his gloves to then take your hands and do the same to yours, “Away from the noise,”
His mother seems to soften even more, then, nodding, “You’re always welcome here, sweetheart. Do you want to eat now, or rest?”
“I think I might take a nap, if that’s okay?” Once you’re free from your jacket, you toe off your boots, leaving you in fuzzy socks and a sweatshirt, “‘M still not feeling too great,”
“Of course,” Mama Lee offers a smile, hands rubbing your shoulders, “Go on ahead, I need to borrow Min for a second,”
You nod, Minhos eyes following as you move down the dim hallway Minhos childhood home.
Minho follows his mother into the kitchen, waiting for instructions, but she only turns off the stove, careful as she glances at him over her shoulder, “How is she?”
Minho exhales, head turning in the direction you wandered off. It’s been exactly a week since you got the call, your childhood cat had passed- an illness that came suddenly, and each day seemed to drag for you.
“She’s sleeping a lot,” Minho murmurs, eyes drifting back where his mom lifted the pot off the heated stove, to the side to chill, “Not eating much. Thankfully we’re on a break for the next month,”
“A steady break will be good for her,” His mother cradles his jaw, then, smiling softly, “She needs support, and I’m glad she has you for that,”
Minho smiles back, nodding, hearing a distant meow so they both glanced over, eyes watching as Soonie padded into his bedroom, so Mama Lee chuckles, “Their favorite person is here,”
Minho scoffs, softly, eyes rolling. He blinks, sighing, “I’m gonna go check on her. We may sleep for a bit,”
“Take as long as you need,”
When Minho steps into his bedroom, you’re already asleep. That’s no surprise, what does shock him, though, is all three of his cats are also on his bed, pressed up against you in some way.
Soonie has taken place in the spot where your legs curl, resting atop of the duvet cover so Minho can see his blinking eyes,
Doongie is curled above your heads, face nearly buried into your hair, and by his shut eyes, Minho can tell he’s asleep,
Then there’s Dori. Your arm is curled around the youngest kitty, holding him close, and Dori has his nose tucked into your sweater, also asleep.
He remembers the day, when your mom called, worried, and you had to rush your kitty- your best friend- to the vet early in the morning, and he had went with you without hesitation.
Minho hates this. The veterinarian had left the three of you, let you say your quiet goodbyes.
It was sudden, the illness. Your mother had claimed to notice the signs only three days ago- not eating, refusing to leave his spot under your childhood bed, and with a heavy heart the veterinarian had told you your cat was experiencing kidney failure, fast.
“I don’t want him in pain,” Your whisper is weak, Minhos arm around your shoulders, free hand cradling where you held the slow breathing feline, “I…Did I make the right choice?”
The vet had given you two options. Putting your cat down would ease him of any discomfort, or-
“I couldn’t just take him home and watch him suffer,” Your sniffle is stuffy, and Minho tilts his head enough to press a long kiss to your hair,
“He won’t be in pain anymore,” Minho murmurs, and he’s aware of your groups concerned messages on his phone, choosing to ignore in place of focusing on you, “You chose the choice you thought was right. That’s all that matters,”
“What if mama had seen the signs earlier?” Your fingers are slow where they stroke the fur of your cat, and you take notice on how his breathing has become slower- further apart, “We could’ve helped him sooner,”
“This isn’t anyone’s fault, jagi,” Minho turns his chin so your eyes could meet his, and his hand raises to cradle your jaw, thumb swiping at the wet trail of tears from your cheek, “Like the vet said, it was sudden, and nothing could’ve stopped it,”
Minho watches your eyes leave him, flickering back down to the thirteen year old cat in your arms, and he allows the two of you to fall back into silence, leaning against one another.
Minho inhales a deep breath. His exhale stutters, though, when you shift, just barely, and he worries he broke the quiet-
“Min,” Your mumble is just as quiet, and your eyes blink open in search for him, and Minho finally forces his feet to move, climbing into the bed just enough to not disturb the three children.
“You stole my kids,” Minho teases, gentle, and your eyes gaze down to Dori, who curls further into a ball, pressed against you,
“I’m just the favorite, now,” You go to move your head, suddenly aware of Doongie on your pillow, and Minho slides under the covers, careful not to accidentally kick Soonie at your feet, his arm gentle as is curls over your hip, thumb brushing the exposed skin,
“Mmh, I don’t blame them,” Minho hums, free arm across the top of your pillow to scratch Doongies ear, the cat shifting to basically lay over top of your head,
You inhale a deep breath, twisting onto your back so Doongie lifts his head, sniffing across your forehead before licking at the flushed skin, “Hi, baby,”
Minho can’t help but smile. His cats were tough at getting comfortable with people, but seeing all three of them curled around you- he feels he’s won in life, despite the circumstances.
He watches with silent eyes as you then turn your head, pressing your ear to his chest, exhaling a slow breath. “I hate feeling like this,”
“I know, Jagiya,” Minho murmurs, hand raising to cradle your head, “But you’re allowed. You’re allowed to feel sad,”
You sniffle, stuffy, chin tilting to press your nose to his neck, sighing, “My dad called me earlier,”
Minho hums, urging you to continue, and you turn your head to rest your cheek to Minhos collarbone, eyes downward on where you slowly dragged a hand across Doris fur, where he now rests on your stomach, “He told me that I was overreacting. That (Cat/Name) was ‘just a cat’,”
You startle at how fast Minho leans back, his eyes narrowed as his hand falls to your chin, tilting your head your head towards him, “He was not just a cat,”
“I know-,” “You know that if something happened any of them-,” Minho pauses to gesture to the three fur balls around you, “I would be the same way as you. Baby, (Cat/Name) has been there since you were twelve,”
He sighs, and you let him lean down, pressing slow kisses to your flushed cheek, “Don’t listen to him,” He murmurs, “Your feelings are valid, I will never tell you that he was just a cat, he was your baby,”
You blink, Minhos thumb gentle as it brushes away a fallen tear. His lips press to your hair, exhale soft, “Sleep, Jagiya,” His voice is low, your eyes heavy, “We’re right here,”
. . .
“I figured we’d stay here for a couple nights,” Minhos voice is quiet in the equally silent kitchen. The only light on is the one above the stove, it’s late, the two of you sitting at the kitchen table with matching bowls of soup, “Go back to the dorms Sunday afternoon,”
You nod, eyes on the soup, then down to where Dori rested on your lap. Apparently the short nap was too short.
Minhos eyes watch you, watch you yawn, lifting a hand to rub your eye, “Eat,” He murmurs, urging you to lift your spoon to your lips, “We can go back to bed soon. Just need to eat something,”
“Do you think Mama Lee will give us some to take home?” Minhos heart clenches at the name you give his mom, and he nods, short, giving a small smile,
“She can’t ever say no to you,” When you look up, his eyes are gazing at you, and you offer a weaker smile, foot lifting to tap his ankle under the table,
“I think I’m becoming your moms favorite,”
“You already stole the kids,” Minho scoffs, “Take my mom, too,”
“You’ve got one of them!” You giggle, voice hushed, and Minhos smile widens where he playfully narrows his eyes, “Don’t pout just because Dori chose me over you,”
“He only likes you cause you give him more snacks than I do,” Minho teases, your grin softening as you stir your soup, free hand propping your chin up in thought,
“Thank you,” You whisper, Minhos hum confused, “For being here. Getting me out of the dorm. I didn’t think this would effect me as much as it did,”
“The guys are loud,” Minho mumbles, your eyebrows flicking, “You needed quiet. I brought you to quiet,”
You smile, lifting your bowl to finish off the last bit at the bottom. “Okay,” You sigh, lifting Dori so he mews, curling him into your chest to allow the dark furred cat to nuzzle into your sweater.
“He’s become so attached to you,” Minho murmurs, leaning forward across the small table to scratch at Doris ear, “You’re definitely the favorite, now,”
“I’m okay with that,” You murmur, letting Dori sniff at your face, pressing his forehead under your chin, “He’s secretly my favorite, too,”
“Ouch,” Minho scoffs, scooping Doongie into his own arms before standing, “The others can hear, you know,”
Your next giggle is quieter, softer, and Minho moves around the table, leaning down to press his lips to your hair, “C’mon, baby,” He urges, “Let’s get some rest,”
. . .
“This one looks like you,”
Your murmur leads Minho to look up. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, while you’re still under the covers, hands holding your phone, screen directed to Dori, who lies next to your head, cheek to your temple.
You’ve basically buried yourself in cat videos on Instagram, and the man lets you, lets you turn the screen to Minho to show him a video, where the cat on your device does look like Dori.
Soonie has perched himself on your stomach above the duvet, refusing to move, his blinks slow, even when Minhos mom peaks in, presence calm,
“I’m heading out,” She had mentioned leaving for errands, “Are you sure you two don’t need anything?”
“I’m sure, Eomma,” Minho responds back just as soft, her eyes moving to you, questioning,
“Could you get some ice cream?” You ask, hesitantly, Minhos mom tilting her head with a smile,
“Of course,” She responds, “(Favorite/Flavor)?”
“Yes, please,” You breathe, offering her your own smile in thanks, eyes watching as she steps back into the hallway, Minhos eyes moving to you, just as you turn your phone downwards, letting it rest on your chest,
“Do you remember,” You pause, eyes now distant as they stare at the wall ahead, “When I introduced you to (Cat/Name), and he would not let you put him down?”
Minho exhales through his nose, a silent laugh, nodding before you continue, “Is that how you feel now? Now that I’m the chosen one?”
“You’re their mom,” Minho speaks, quietly, watching your watering eyes glance down at Soonie, your fingers slow across his fur, “They’re bound to have favorites,”
You hum, mindlessly, sighing as your free hand raises to your face, angrily wiping at your eyes, “God, I hate feeling like this,”
“I know,” Minho exhales, again, shifting to lay beside you, and he’s surprised when you lift Soonie, placing him at your side, before you curl into Minhos chest, arms tight around his torso,
Minhos quick to slide his arms around you, hand smoothing up your back, lips slow as they press to your forehead, “I love you, you know that?”
You nod, eyes blinking up at him, “I know,” You whisper, “I love you, too,”
. . .
“Here, Jagi,” Minhos hand extends where you step into the door of your shared dorms, waiting for you to hand him your duffle bag, “I’ll toss these in the wash,”
You offer Minho a small smile in thanks, side stepping into the kitchen, blinking in surprise to find Chan and Jeongin, where they all seem to be blocking Jisung from your view,
“N/N!” Jeongin greets, your brows pinched at his nervous glance to Chan, who sighs, stepping to the side,
There, Jisung stands with a small kitten curled in his hands, your next blink of surprise causing him to anxiously smile, “Surprise~?”
“Who-?” You exhale, Minhos hand at your back leading you to look up and over, “A cat?”
“We got permission from JYP,” Chan calms, hands briefly gesturing to the cat, then to Minho, “It was Mins idea,”
“I’m not saying to replace him,” Minho soothes, slowly guiding you forward until you were arms reach from Jisung and the kitten, “But, maybe a new baby will help,”
Your brows remain furrowed, but you extend your hands, letting Jisung move the kitten into your grasp, your eyes slowly scanning the blinking kittens face,
“She only responds to Furball,” Jisung sheepishly smiles, your short laugh causing his tense shoulders to ease, “So, that’s her name,”
“What about the others, though?” You worry, eyes moving from Chan to Minho, “Seungmin, and Bin, and Hyunjin?”
“They almost never come over here anyway,” Jisung shrugs, “They’ll be fine. Might have to lint roll ourselves everyday before seeing them, but,”
You nod, almost hesitant, before you curl the kitten into your chest, body nearly relaxing when she nuzzles against your neck, your smile soft, “Thank you,”
“Now, I’m not saying you should be the favorite parent,” Minho starts, your second laugh causing him to smile, “But she’s yours,”
“Ours,” You correct, leaning forward into Minhos front, his arm curling around your shoulders,
“See?” Jisung raises his hands, “Told you guys it’d be a good idea. But, c’mon, we’ve got to get her to respond to a different name,”
Honey, Sweetheart (Yoon Jeonghan x 14th Member! Fem! Moon! Reader x Choi Seungcheol)
Summary: You can’t remember the last time Seungcheol or Jeonghan called you by your first name, and honestly? You’re okay with that.
Warnings (A lot of them IM SORRY): I use the nickname Honey and Sweetheart a LOTTT (Because that’s literally the point of the story lol), Poly fic, no actual smut but suggestive, MET Gala inspired by this GIF I found, Readers mentioned to have a stomach bug, Jeonghans enlistment, Seungcheols knee injury, reader cries? Ig that’s a warning, Reader is allergic to peanuts like Vernon, Reader doesn’t get to greet Jeonghan back after basic training due to being in the states for a schedule- this’ll make sense later I promise.
A/N: But your honor, I love them. THIS FIC IS SOOOO LONG LOL. I’m not happy with the ending but oh well.
“Honey,”
You hum, feeling the shuffle of the mattress as Jeonghan slides under the comforter behind you, then you feel his hand curl hair from your cheek, almost sensing how he leant over you, “Are you sleeping?”
“‘M trying,” You murmur back, feeling Jeonghan press his lips to your cheekbone, holding, his arm slipping to your waist, “Hannie, cameras,”
“I don’t care,” Jeonghan whispers back, hair tickling your face so your nose scrunches, head turning so when you open your eyes, you’re staring at him,
“What do you want?”
Jeonghans face drops in mock offense, “I come here with all my love, and this is how you treat me?”
“They gave me permission to sleep on camera, and you’re ruining it,” You grumble, hand on his forehead, before it drops to the jacket on his chest, “Why are you wearing this? It’s so loud,”
Jeonghan giggles, sitting up long enough to tug the jacket off so he remains in a white sweater, your head turning to bury your face in your pillow,
Jeonghans arms move back around you, tugging your back flush against his chest, lips pressing to your shoulder, “It’s cold,”
“Blanket, Hannie,” You yawn, Jeonghans arm lifting long enough to pull the blanket up to your shoulders, his hand sliding beneath your hoodie so you hiss, “Yoon Jeonghan, cold!”
Jeonghans cackle causes you to heave a sigh, fingers curling over top of his hand on your stomach firmly, “Sleep,”
“‘M not tired,” Jeonghan grins against your shoulder, then lifts his head so his chin rested instead, “Tell me a story,”
You exhale, again, twisting to lay on your back so Jeonghan laid on your pillow, thumb gentle on the skin of your hip, “You’re usually the one who’s tired all the time,”
“I’m just messing with you, honey,” Jeonghan soothes, tugging your side closer, so you hum, eyes fluttering shut,
“Can I sleep now?” You whisper, Jeonghan humming back, tilting his head to allow your foreheads to touch.
You feel him instantly relax, fingers gliding across your stomach, your own hand smoothing up his forearm, “Night, Hannie,”
“Night, honey,”
. . .
“Sweetheart,”
You lift your head, Seungcheol rounding the corner to the large area you were in, moving towards the couch you were curled up on,
“Gyu and Josh are starting dinner,” Seungcheol leans over the back of the couch, ignoring Soonyoungs loud singing into the karaoke machine, “What do you want?”
“Noodles?” You blink with a small pout, Seungcheols face moving closer so your noses touch, his free hand not holding himself steady cupping the back of your neck,
“Need something more besides noodles, sweetheart,”
You hum, in thought, lifting a shoulder to shrug, “I’ll have whatever you’re having, Cheol,”
Seungcheol hums back, leaning forward to peck your lips, “Come downstairs with me? You can not be enjoying this,”
Both of your heads turn to Soonyoung, who has dropped to his knees during the emotional line of his song, your giggle light, “Carry me?”
“Aish,” Seungcheol sighs, rounding the couch, and he leans down to lift you, bridal style, your arms looping around his neck, “Carats will think I’m soft,”
“You are,” You grin, looking over Seungcheols shoulder to the camera man behind you, pointing at it, “You seeing this? Princess treatment,”
“Sweetheart,” Seungcheol warns, glancing over his shoulder to the camera, but grins, head shaking as he rounds the same corner he came from earlier, out of the cameras sight.
. . .
“We need to get up, sweetheart,” Seungcheols murmur is quiet. You can hear the clanking of dishes downstairs, where surely Mingyu was preparing breakfast, but you only drag your fingers further into Seungcheols hair, pulling his lips back down to yours,
“They said no cameras today,” You breathe, breath hot against Seungcheols mouth, and you feel his hand squeeze at your hip, “They won’t bother us,”
“Gyu will, eventually,” Seungcheol feels his body fight back against his own choices, sinking further to where he was nearly laying on top of you, teeth catching your bottom lip playfully before grinning, “You know how he is,”
“Gyu can mind his own business,” You huff, firm as you tug at Seungcheols hair, “Please, Cheollie?”
“If we get caught, sweetheart,” Seungcheols lips move to your ear, hand sliding down so his fingers could tease the edge of your shorts, “You get to deal with them,”
“You-,” You pause when the door pushes open, startled, Seungcheol instantly leaning further over you to shield before spotting Jeonghan, relaxing almost as quick when the male at the door raises an eyebrow, scoffing,
“This is why you’re not up yet?” Jeonghan steps forward, clicking the door shut behind him, and Seungcheol backs away enough to let Jeonghan climb on the bed on your other side, letting your hand curl into his shirt and pull his lips down to yours, “Mm. Hi, honey,”
“She’s needy,” Seungcheol grunts, moving to toss the duvet off his legs and stand up, “You’ve trapped yourself now,”
“Sorry for wanting to love on you,” You scoff, pouting, Jeonghan smiling where he leans over you, pecking your cheek,
“You can love on us after you eat, honey,” Jeonghan leans back, tugging on your wrists, grinning when you whine, “C’mon, Mingyu made your favorite,”
. . .
“Think she’s awake?”
The group of seventeen stand outside the hotel door- thirteen band members, NA PD, and three camera men, Seungkwans whisper quiet in the dimly lit hallway,
“She was knocked out when I checked on her a couple hours ago,” Seungcheol shakes his head, half leaning against Mingyu where he stands on his crutches, recent from knee surgery, “So I doubt it,”
“Let me make sure she’s decent,” Jeonghan mutters, moving to the front so he could grasp the doorknob, the rest of the group silent when he slips into the dark room,
He finds you easily, you’re curled under the thick, white duvet, breaths slow when he reaches you. Hes hesitant when seeing your bare shoulders, reaching up to curl the blanket up to your collarbone, turning his head to nod where Soonyoung had his head poked in,
The light flicks on, and Jeonghan almost laughs when you don’t budge. “Honey,” His hand raises to card through your hair, and you exhale a heavy breath, nearly leaning into the touch, “Gotta wake up,”
“Han,” You mumble, eyes now pinching to avoid the overhead light, “Why?”
He giggles, again, sinking down onto the edge of the mattress just when Seungkwan crawls from the other side, hands on your shoulders, “We’re going to Italy, Noona. You gotta get up!”
“What is he yapping about?” Your murmur is quiet, Jeonghan able to hear you since he’s leaned down to kiss your cheek, his grin wide against the skin,
“We’re going to Italy, honey,” He repeats, leaning back just enough for you to furrow your brows, eyes fluttering, and Jeonghan can see the alarm on your face when spotting your members, hands frantic to keep the duvet close to your chest,
“Italy?” You breathe, taking the hoodie Seungcheol holds out to shrug it on, Jeonghan careful in making sure you stayed covered, “It’s four in the morning,”
“You all get ten minutes to get dressed, and pack whatever you can,” NA PD speaks up, laughing when everyone suddenly rushes to their own hotel rooms,
“Italy?” You repeat, Seungcheol shuffling to sit on the bed, his smile light,
“I won’t be going with you guys,” He states, your frown heavy as you crawl from under the covers, arms sliding around Seungcheols shoulders, knees digging into the mattress,
“Get dressed, sweetheart,” Seungcheol slides one arm around your back, free hand guiding your face forward to press a firm kiss to your cheek, “Let’s get you ready for Italy,”
. . .
“Y/N, come here!”
Your whole group falls silent almost instantly. Jeonghans brows knit where he is walking into the kitchen of the AirBNB, phone in hand, “What?”
“You called her by her name,” Seungcheols voice speaks from said device, Jeonghans eyebrows raising in realization, “Sweetheart, c’mere,”
“Am I in trouble?” You lower the mixing bowl you held, eyes briefly glancing to the table when Seungkwan laughs, once,
“You’re not in trouble- you’re spoiled!”
Your eyes move back to Jeonghan, pressing your cheek to his shoulder to look at his phone screen, where Seungcheol was on FaceTime, voice lowering as your group continues to giggle, “Hi, baby,”
“Hi, sweetheart,” Seungcheol tilts his head, “How’re you feeling?”
“I should be asking you that,” You slide your arms around Jeonghans, leaning further into him tiredly, “I’m okay. Stomach settled after Shua gave me some soup,”
“Good,” Seungcheol murmurs, smiling when Jeonghans cheek tilts to rest on your head, “If it starts to bother you again, try some bread. It can help with the nausea,”
You pluck Jeonghans phone from his hand, free hand reaching up to take his fingers, tugging him back into the hallway and away from the noise, “I will. I promise. How’s your knee?”
You allow Jeonghan to wrap himself around you, his arms sliding over your waist, face against your neck as you both now stand in silence, your hand holding the device turning to show Seungcheol both of you,
“As good as it can get,” Seungcheol exhales, deeply, shifting on the screen, “For three days post surgery,”
You offer him a small smile, raising your free hand to entangle in Jeonghans hair, “We miss you. ‘M sorry you couldn’t come with us,”
“Have fun,” Seungcheol orders, “Don’t forget about me,”
“As if,” You scoff, eyes drifting downwards to Jeonghan, “Hannie, it’s too early to be falling asleep,”
“You’re comfy,” Jeonghan mumbles, Seungcheol huffing a laugh so Jeonghan smiles, tightening his arms to tug you flush against him, “Sorry, Seungcheollie, but I’m gonna have to steal honey for the night,”
“Yah,” Seungcheol protests, “You have her for the next four nights,”
Jeonghan sticks his tongue out, your eyes rolling, “We love you, baby,” You remind, “I’ll call you in the morning?”
“Call me whenever, sweetheart,” Seungcheol nods, smiling, “I love you, too,”
. . .
“Hi, honey,”
It’s day three of the NANA Tour, and NA PD had announced this would be a rest day, so your group was allowed to do whatever they pleased.
You can hear Chans loud laughter now that the door is open, but its soon muffled when Jeonghan closes it, moving towards the bed you’ve decided to occupy into the late morning,
“Hi, Hannie,” Your murmur is just as quiet as his greet, and when Jeonghan climbs into the bed, he sees your phone resting on your chest, a FaceTime call on screen,
“He’s still sleeping?” Jeonghan teases, tilting his head to get a better look at Seungcheol, whose face is buried into his pillow, breaths steady,
“Leave him alone,” You scold, tilting the phone up so you could check on your boyfriend, “He’s healing. Let ‘em,”
“Is today rot in bed day?” Jeonghan then asks, curling closer to you to press his cheek to your shoulder, hand smoothing over your stomach under the sheets before settling on your hip, “Cause I’m down for that,”
“Mm, might get up once Cheol does,” You whisper, head tilting to rest against his as you both stare at the screen, “I’m still upset he couldn’t come,”
“I know, honey,” Jeonghan turns his head to press a slow kiss to your bare shoulder, “But knowing him, he’s been playing video games and sleeping. He’s resting,”
“I know,” You echo, “I hate to say it. I can’t wait to be home,”
“Two days,” Jeonghan hums, “Then he can steal you away from me,”
. . .
Seungcheol knew you were coming home tonight. But you knew once he stopped responding to your texts, that he had fallen asleep.
You’re careful as you slip into his dorm room, Jeonghan close behind, and you’re also careful in climbing onto his bed, hands sliding up Seungcheols shoulders before cradling his jaw, “Cheol, baby,”
His hum is weak, eyebrows lifting as his eyes peal open, and he smiles, hand lifting to hold your hip, “Hi, sweetheart,”
“I missed you,” You murmur, leaning down to press a slow kiss to his lips, moving to then kiss his cheek, “I’m having Cheollie withdraws,”
“C’mere, then,” His arm then slides fully around your back, letting you climb under the sheets to press against his side, Jeonghan smiling when Seungcheol turns his head to rest his lips to your forehead, “I missed you both. Have fun?”
“Mhm,” You hum, “I went on a hot air balloon,”
“Without me,” Jeonghan scoffs, moving to crawl onto your other side, arm across your hip to rest on Seungcheol as you huff a breath,
“You didn’t win it, Jeonghan,” You twist your head, Seungcheols hand then lifting to your hair to guide your attention back to him,
“No arguing, sweetheart,” He murmurs, “You just got home,”
“Sorry,” Jeonghan giggles, cheek nuzzling against your shoulder, “Honey, tell Cheollie about Wonu hiding my recorder,”
Your gasp and short laugh makes Seungcheol grin, and suddenly you’re sitting up, hand on his chest, “He took the recorder apart and hid it around the house, Cheol. Three pieces!”
“Evil,” Seungcheol snorts, eyes gazing at Jeonghan before flicking back up to you, “Why’d he have a recorder?”
“It was his mission,” You answer, “He had to play a certain song? I think? I don’t know, my mission was to make Channie laugh twelve times and I almost won, he laughed eleven times before the timer went off,”
“Anything can make Chan laugh, how’d you lose?” Seungcheols brows pinch, Jeonghan grinning so Seungcheol blinks, “What’d you do?”
Your eyes then move to Jeonghan, taking in his expression, before you lean over, shoving his chest, “You told him? Yoon Jeonghan!”
“Hey! I said no arguing!”
. . .
“Sweetheart,”
You’re surprised you heard Seungcheol over all the shouting and clicking of cameras. You glance to your right, where Seungcheol stood, dressed in a dark grey, robe like suit, hand extended,
You stand in your own outfit, also gifted by Boss as is Seungcheols, a floor length gown that matched his in color, a cloak like fabric covering your shoulders, hiding your arms if you were to keep them at your sides.
Your hand reaches out, taking Seungcheols fingers, and you allow him to guide you closer to him, his hand then sliding to your lower back, “You were too far, sweetheart,”
“Sorry,” You murmur, eyes skimming the cameras in front of you before meeting his eyes, “‘M nervous,”
“Me, too,” Seungcheol exhales, free hand in the pocket of his dress pants, doing the same look around as you then looking back to you, “But we’ve got this. We’re doing good,”
“We’re on the Red Carpet, Cheol,” You keep your voice between you, lifting your chin in a smile when a cameraman waves your attention, “The MET Gala. Who would’ve thought?”
“I like this look at you,” Seungcheol murmurs back, your eyes looking up to find his already on you, your lips pulling up, “There it is,”
“There what is?” You huff a laugh, Seungcheols hand tugging you a step closer, so your free hand reaches up, fixing the fabric of his shirt,
“Your smile,” Seungcheol points, “Not forced,”
“There’s just-,” You sigh, and you both pause to smile at the next wave of cameras, “A lot of people here. And we’re the center of the attention. I’m used to the guys being with us in these situations, Hannie, too,”
“We’re almost there, sweetheart,” Seungcheol promises, briefly glancing to the side where the stairway began. He releases you to side step, beginning up the stairs, and he holds a hand out for you to take.
You take said hand, your other lifting the edge of your dress, eyes on your heeled feet. Lord forbid you trip in front of everyone.
You hear the camera clicks grow louder, biting back a smile when you glance up, finding Seungcheol staring at you, smiling once your gaze meets his,
“Good?” He questions once your feet are on solid ground, your nod light, “C’mon, I wanna get some pictures of you for Jeonghannie,”
. . .
You knew you should’ve checked with staff first. “There’s no peanuts in this, correct?” Is usually your go-to, but for some reason, today, it had completely slipped your mind.
As soon as you hear a crunch in your ice cream, you pause. Your eyes flick down, wide, to your small cup, spoon pushing the ice cream around until you finally see the peanuts, your chest squeezing in alarm.
“Vernon, don’t eat it!” Your hands shooting out startles Vernon and Seungkwan, both staring wide eyed, Jeonghans expression matching where you’ve dropped your cup into the grass,
“Why?” Vernon’s on high alert instantly. You were the first to start eating the sweet treat, so you knew exactly what was wrong.
“Call Seungcheol and tell him to turn around,” You push a hand onto Jeonghans shoulder, and his brows pinch as you push to stand up from the blanket, spitting out the melted ice cream and peanut chunks into a napkin,
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Jeonghans phone raises to his ear, your hand wildly gesturing between the cups,
“There’s peanuts,” You cough, once, and Vernon can now see the flush on your face, “I ate it. My-my bag is in the car and they just left,”
“Holy shit,” Seungkwan mutters, Jeonghan rushed as Seungcheol finally picks up, repeating your words to turn the fuck back around,
“What’s going on?” Seungcheol asked, roughly, immediately picking up on Jeonghans panic,
“Does anyone have an epi-pen?” Vernon’s call to staff members startles Seungcheol to reach over, grabbing Wonwoos arm where he was driving the car,
“Turn around,” Seungcheol orders, Mingyus brows pinching from the back seat as he leans forward, hoping to listen in into the phone call, “Jeonghan-ah, what’s going on?”
“Y/N ate peanuts,” Jeonghan breathes, Seungcheols eyes meeting Mingyus, “Her bag is in your car. With her epi-pen,”
“Fuck,” Seungcheol twists in his seat, spotting your black bag on the floor board, grabbing it before digging inside, grabbing the orange tube from the bottom, “I’ve got it, we’re ten minutes out,”
“Paramedics are fifteen,” Vernon has the phone now, watching as three staff members helped you lay back down, your chest heaving, “Shit, hyung. I didn’t even think to bring mine or we could’ve had a backup,”
“How is she?” Seungcheol silently thanks Wonwoo for speeding up, also thankful the road was nearly empty, “She hasn’t had a reaction in almost six years,”
“Honey,” Jeonghan moves to sit behind your head, hands cradling your jaw as your eyes pinch, “Hey, don’t panic, honey. Try to take slow, deep breaths,”
You cough is rough, wheezed as you push to sit up, hand rubbing at your chest as Jeonghan scoots forward, arm around your back protectively, “They’re on their way, honey. I promise,”
“Hannie-,” Your inhale is sharp, eyes blurred as your knees curl up, alerted by Mingyus shout. When Jeonghan looks up, Mingyu has broken into a sprint, orange tube in hand, Seungcheol and Wonwoo close behind him,
“I got it, I got it,” Vernon now holds the epi-pen, hand forcing your knee down, and your eyes pinch when Vernon pops the lid from the tube, the pinch of the needle going into your thigh causing you to jolt,
“Breathe,” Vernon demands, your lips parting to suck in a deep breath, feeling your body fall slack into Jeonghans chest, “Good. Good, you’re good. Steady breaths, N/N,”
“Who the hell gave her peanuts?!” Seungcheols yell is loud, Jeonghans eyes leaving you to watch your shared boyfriend stand by the staff and camera crew, “You’ve known us for ten years and can’t remember her single allergy?!”
“Seungcheol,” Jeonghan demands, voice firm, watching the man turn on his heel, face relaxing, moving to sink down at Jeonghans side,
“Sweetheart,” Seungcheols hand cradles your cheek, not pressed against Jeonghans chest, thumb brushing the flushed skin, “You’re okay, sweetheart. We’ve got you,”
“Seungcheol-ah,” A staff member hovers close behind the leader, “Paramedics are here. They want to take her to the ER for examining,”
“I’m going with her,” Seungcheol is gentle in pulling you from Jeonghan, lifting you with one arm around your back, the other cuffed under your knees, thankful when you slide your arms around his neck, “Quit filming, film without us, I don’t care,”
. . .
“Honey?”
Your hum is light in the quiet dorm. You’re hovering by the stove, hands steady as you flip a pancake, satisfied when finding both sides evenly cooked,
“I got my enlistment date,”
Jeonghan startles when you nearly drop the pancake where you were transporting it to a plate, your eyes wide as you finally face him, grip tightening on the spatula, “When?”
You can see Jeonghan pause, “The 26th,”
“Of this month?” You squeak, briefly turning to shut off the stove then spin, and Jeonghan hates the tears in your eyes, “That’s- not even two weeks away, Hannie,”
“I know,” Jeonghan breathes, finally moving forward with his hands out, and it’s slow as you set down the spatula to step into his embrace, his cheek to your hair, “Hey, I’ll be home in a month, just after training,”
Your exhale is heavy, nod weak as you lean back, his hands catching you by your cheeks so you blink, “I know,”
“Honey,” Jeonghan coos, when a tear slips, “Hey…Four weeks. Then I will be coming home to you two, every night. Yeah?”
You nod, again, blinking rapidly as you cough out a weak laugh, hands raising to run through his hair, “I don’t think I’m ready to see you bald,”
“That’s all you’re worried about?” Jeonghan laughs, sudden, head leaning down so his forehead knocked yours. You sniffle, arms wounding around his shoulders.
“Of course not,” You murmur, Jeonghans head tilting with a small smile, “I just…I’m just not prepared, I guess,” You scoff, pulling away to throw your hands up, “Gosh, I’m not even the one going and I’m the one crying!”
“And that’s okay,” Jeonghan soothes, hand catching one of yours to tug you back, free hand cradling your jaw so you pause, letting him press a slow kiss to your lips, “It’s okay,”
You pull back, “Does Cheol know?”
Jeonghans nod is light. “He found out the date first. Told me this morning,”
You release a slow, long breath, nodding back. “Then I better keep you to myself for the next two weeks,”
. . .
The stage is blooming with life. You’re soaked, by sweat and by the numerous bottles of water the eleven guys around you have thrown, but you’re smiling, jumping to the beat of Aju Nice
You figured you’d be exhausted- you flew in to Japan this morning from the states, a month long schedule for the filming of a small show, and only got an hour nap in before soundcheck
You blame the adrenaline, though, Mingyu coming up behind you to dump a- you’ve lost count- bottle over your head, and his giggle at your defeated stance is enough for him to run off,
Then the crowd is screaming, louder, and your eyes scan the stage in search for the source, but where you stand at the edge of the left side, fans shout, your eyes looking back to see them pointing behind you,
That’s when you turn, and there, on the bright LED screen, stands Jeonghan, dressed in a cap and a white mask, waving where the camera had found him in the nosebleeds,
You blink once, twice. You knew Jeonghan had finally came home to Korea from basic training, halfway into your month long schedule, but for him to fly to Japan to watch your groups show?
Hands grab your waist, then, and you turn on your heel to see Seungcheol, his smile wide, almost as wide as your eyes, “Surprise, sweetheart,”
“Can I go see him?” You ask without thinking, glancing over your shoulder back to the screen, “Or do I have to wait?”
“Dry off a little, first, sweetheart,” Seungcheol laughs, and you now see the towel he holds, wrapping it around you before playfully and aggressively patting you semi-dry, “There’s a guard waiting by the barricade, go,”
You take off before Seungcheol can blink, his second laugh softer as he turns, watching you rush down the steps of the stage to meet said guard, and you allow him to lead you up the long stairway to the top of the stadiums seats,
Jeonghan moves to stand up once he spots you, your hands wildly moving to pull the towel off your shoulders, “I’m soaked,” You breathe, eyes wide and shining, “I’m soaked, I’m sorry,”
“I don’t care,” Jeonghan breathes, reaching out a hand just when you lunge at him, arms around his shoulders to tug him down to your height, one of his arms wounding around your waist as the other cradles your matted hair, “Hi, honey,”
“Hi, Hannie,” You breathe against his shoulder, and you feel the base of his cap bump your own, “I’m so glad you’re here,”
“You were gone when I came back,” Jeonghan teases, squeezing your lower back, “I had to come see you,”
“‘M sorry,” You whisper, leaning back to cradle his jaw, eyes flicking across his face, “The scheduling was shit,”
“It’s okay,” Jeonghan smiles, hands squeezing your waist when you hear shouting, and you both glance out to the stage, finding yourselves on screen,
“Go, honey,” Jeonghan murmurs, “I’ll meet you guys back stage once you’re done. Go have fun,”
“Promise?” You whisper, eyes flickering back up to his, and you hear the people around you scream when Jeonghan tugs down his mask, pecking your lips,
“Promise,”
And promise he did, as forty five minutes later you’re rushing down the steps to the back stage, Jeonghan smiling wide, free of his mask, and he allows you to rush back into him, his exhale heavy as he relaxes,
“Honey, you’re acting like you love me,” He teases, softly, your scoff light as you tilt your head up,
“I do, asshole,” You tug his cap off, hand cupping the back of his neck to press a softer kiss to his lips, “Welcome home, Hannie. I’m sorry I wasn’t there,”
“Stop stressing,” Jeonghan orders, hands sliding to cradle your face with a small smile, “We’re here now, all that matters, honey,”
“Can you come back to the hotel with us?” Your question is shy, hopeful as your fingers glide over his torso to curl into his shirt, eyes watching Seungcheol move to stand next to Jeonghan,
“He gets every weekend off, sweetheart,” Seungcheol answers for the other, “So yes. He’ll be flying home with us in the morning,”
Your smile is wide, Jeonghan mindlessly pushing back pieces of wet hair from your face, “Let’s get you into dry clothes, first, yeah?”
. . .
“And then Mingyu dumped at least two water bottles on me, after Jun had already done it!”
Your voice is the only thing to be heard in the hotel room. You’re finishing up your skin care, hands animatedly moving as you speak, Jeonghan and Seungcheol both laid back on the hotel bed,
“She is aware I saw everything, right?” Jeonghans mutter causes Seungcheol to grin,
“Let her rant,” He mumbles back, just when the bathroom light clicks off, and you move towards the bed, climbing from the end until you could lay in the middle, instantly pressing yourself against Jeonghans front,
“Missed me, huh?” Jeonghan teases, lips pressing down to your damp, freshly washed hair, arm curling around your shoulders to pull you closer, “Don’t worry. I missed you, too, honey,”
Your exhale is heavy against his chest, Jeonghan can feel your arms lightly loosen from his torso, ear pressed firm to the fabric of his t-shirt,
“She’s exhausted,” Seungcheol murmurs, hand sliding to hold your hip, “Gyu wore her out with all the running and chasing,”
Jeonghan hums, head tilting to press a second kiss to your temple, then your cheek, “I love you, honey,” He coos, “We’ll be right here when you wake up,”
And All The Stars Align (Lee Jihoon x Fem! 14th Member! Producer! Reader)
A/N: AHHHH my first K-pop story‼️🫣 I plan on posting a BUNCH (most from my recent poll) and I’m currently out of work sick so I plan on using this time to start posting. Enjoy!!
Summary: For the last ten years, you and Jihoon had worked together on producing Seventeens songs. All your hard work has finally paid off.
Warnings: Arguing, crying, brief sickness, mention of reader sleeping with no pants on lol, Jihoon cuts his hair because I am still def upset about this, Reader is mentioned have a death in her family- but family member is not specified, Jihoon proposes, Jihoons enlistment
“Ji, it makes more sense,” Jihoon can hear the huff in your tone, where you sit beside him, chair swaying with your movements. He barely glances over, your hands up in motion as you speak, “Josh has a softer tone. He should start Anyone, not Gyu,”
“Why does it matter who starts it?” Jihoon doesn’t mean to get irritated, but the whole reason neither of you could progress with the song is because you couldn’t decide on who should start it.
“Remember when you wanted Wonwoo to start Fallin’ Flower?” He finally looks at you, your eyebrow raised, “And I wanted Hao? Who started it, Ji?”
Damn it. You’re right. “Fine,” He sighs, and he feels his lips tug when you punch the air in victory, “Josh will start it,”
You push off your chair so your face was close to his, your smile wide, “Guess who was right again?”
Jihoons eyes roll, letting you press your lips to his in a quick kiss, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right after, so get in there so I can get a sample,”
. . .
“Hey,”
You briefly glance up. Standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room of the Air BNB your group was staying in, Jihoon has his arms crossed and eyebrow raised, “Are you really working right now?”
“I had an idea,” You mutter, looking back down to your notebook, “If I don’t write it down now, I’ll forget it,”
“We’re on a break, baby,” Jihoon moves forward into the kitchen, hand on your shoulder as his presses his lips to your hair, “I swear, you’re worse than me sometimes,”
“We both know that’s not true,” You huff, Jihoon squeezing your shoulder once before he lets go,
Your eyes watch as he rounds the table, moving to the stove, your brows pinching as he grabs two mugs, “What’re you doing?”
Jihoon turns to you, eyes flicking between your face and notebook, “Well, we’re gonna be here for a while, so,” He shrugs, “Tea,”
You feel your lips pull into a smile, looking back down at the lyrics in front of you.
. . .
“Move it to twenty BPM,”
You look over. Jihoon is curled into the couch beside you, eyes fluttering so he could stare at you,
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” You keep your voice low, extending a hand to drag through his hair, moving it off his forehead to feel the damp skin, “You’re still warm,”
“Be glad I’m not actually working,” Jihoon mutters, exhaling softly when your cool fingers press to his flushed cheek,
You frown, thumb brushing the skin beneath his eye, “You should’ve stayed home, baby,”
“Who would keep you in check?” Jihoons eyes finally look up at you, your smile weak, “I’m fine. Or I will be in a couple days,”
You exhale through your nose, keeping one hand on him as the other moves the computer mouse around, before the sound track plays quietly through the speaker beside you, “How’s that?”
Jihoon hums, “Better,” His hand peels from under the blanket he had, taking your wrist to tug, “Lay with me,”
“Cheol and Hannie will be here soon,” You remind, “To record,”
“Then lay with me until they get here,” Jihoon orders, your shoulders dropping before you stand from your chair, letting Jihoon press himself against the couch so you could lay beside him, his nose pressing against your neck,
“Happy?” Your hand raises to tangle into his hair, free hand on his back. Jihoon hums, again, arms circling your waist to tug you closer, “Very,”
. . .
“Ji, they ran out of your favorite sauce, so I got your second favorite to make up for it,”
Jihoon and Seungcheol turn in their chairs, waiting for your eyes to find them. When they do, they land on Jihoon, and Seungcheol snorts when your mouth drops, finally seeing Jihoons now short hair,
“You cut it?” Jihoon can’t really tell what you’re feeling right now- you look upset, pissed even, scurrying to set the food down but walking slow to reach him,
“Do you hate it?” Jihoon can’t help but hesitate on his question, hands on your hips when yours raise to his hair, the locks barely peeking between your fingers as you examine him,
“It’s…” You suck in a breath, “New,” Your hands slide down to his jaw, tilting his head up, “But you look good. I’ll never hate it,”
He finds himself exhaling in relief, Seungcheol releasing a short laugh so Jihoon glares at him, but your kiss to his cheek directs his attention back to you.
. . .
“…Aren’t you worried about getting sick?”
Jihoons eyes lift from his computer, to Mingyu on the other side of the glass wall, headphones around his neck where he stands in front of the microphone,
Jihoons eyes briefly flick down to you, your head on his shoulder, arms loose around his torso. He can feel the warmth of your forehead where it’s pressed against his neck- youre still flushed, and he sets a mental reminder to check your temperature when you wake up,
“She laid with me when I was sick,” Jihoon shrugs the free shoulder he has, hand not on the computer mouse sliding under your own hoodie, hoping the cool of his palm will ease the burn of your skin, “Least I could do,”
“Plus she gets clingy when she’s sick,” Soonyoung giggles, seated in your usual chair, tilting his head to get a look at your face, your eyes shut and lips parted with soft breaths, “She would’ve attached to one of us eventually,”
“Can we focus, please?” Jihoon cuts, Mingyu huffing a pout before he nods, readjusting his headphones, Jihoon pressing play on the current set list on his screen.
He leans back in seat once the music hums through the studio, his hand reaching up to slide into your hair, holding you steady as he sways his rolling chair side to side,
He can hear the soft wheeze in your breaths, you had originally came into the studio with the intention of writing lyrics and singing your section of Ash, but Jihoon was strict in you not doing anything, which led to where you are now,
Six minutes later, when Joshua has arrived and swapped places with Mingyu, Jihoon finally feels you start to wake up, your face pushing closer to his neck with a heavy breath, arms tightening on his torso,
“Lemme check your temperature,” Jihoon taps his hand on your lower back, his free hand carding in your hair to slowly pull your face away from its spot, your brows furrowed when he glances down at you,
“I don’t wanna move,” You whine, quietly, Mingyu smiling pitifully when Jihoon shakes his head, reaching an arm out to find the small, handheld thermometer,
“You don’t have to,” Jihoon murmurs, and Soonyoung and Mingyu both watch with quiet eyes as Jihoon holds the device to your forehead, waiting for it to beep before humming, “It’s going down,”
“You’re a healer, Jihoon,” Soonyoung waves his fingers, giggling, Jihoon rolling his eyes, glancing down at you to see you crack a smile,
“Go lay on the couch, baby,” Jihoon finds his voice quiet, your head shaking before it turns to face Mingyu on his shoulder, arms tightening around him.
Jihoon snorts, nodding once when you relax and fall slack against him, “Alright, then,”
. . .
“Hey,”
You don’t realize how hard you’re staring at your computer screen until you blink. You wonder if the tears are from no blinking, or the emotions that cause your tight chest.
You barely glance to Jihoon beside you, his chin on his propped hand- copying you- his free hand on your tense back,
“Why don’t you go lay down, baby?” He keeps his voice low, eyes watching as you inhale, head shaking,
“We have a deadline. We need to work,”
“Staring at your computer screen isn’t work, sweetheart,” Jihoons eyebrow raises, but lowers when you blink again, wiping a fallen tear off your cheek, “C’mere,”
“Ji-,” “Come here,” Jihoon cuts, ordering, gently tugging on your elbow to turn your rolling chair to face him. His hand slides down to hold yours, pulling, and you finally sniff, letting him pull you from your chair and into his lap, “Talk to me,”
“About what?” You sigh, hands rubbing at your face, Jihoons frown light, eyes on you as his hands slide to hold your thighs,
“Anything,” He murmurs, “You’re upset. And I’m not letting you work upset,”
Your hands drop, grabbing the handles of his chair, head shaking as you push to stand up, “We really need to work,”
“Baby,” Jihoon demands, hands tightening to tug you back down so your eyes snap to his, red with tears, his hands raising to cradle your face, “If you need to cry, do it. You’re allowed to be upset about it,”
Your eyes seem to soften at this, exhaustion finally showing, your second sniffle weaker as you exhale, “She’s gone, Ji,” Your whisper is hoarse, blinking rapidly against the tears, “She’s gone, and I-,”
You suck in a breath, eyes falling shut with your soft sob, Jihoons arm sliding around your back as the other cradles your hair, pulling you down into his shoulder,
“Let it out,” Jihoon whispers, eyes fluttering when you hiccup, “‘M here,”
He lets you cry. Lets you cry until he feels you fall slack against him, until your breaths are even.
He’s slow in standing up, hands clasped under your thighs, slow as he moves to the couch in the corner of his studio.
He’s slow in laying you down, sliding into the spot between you and the cushions, hand back in your hair to guide you to his chest.
Two hours later, Seungcheol walks in. It’s nearly three in the morning, he knows you both stay late nearly every night, but his gut feeling told him to bring coffee.
His eyes find you immediately. This is the first time in two weeks he’s seen you relaxed, cheek against Jihoons collarbone as Jihoons chin rested on your head, and he takes note of how you’re both asleep.
Careful in setting down the bag and drinks, his hand is light when it touches Jihoons shoulder, thankful the man doesn’t startle, “Hey,” The leader greets, voice a whisper, “I brought you guys coffee and food. Josh says she hasn’t eaten,”
Jihoon nods, hand at your hip as he glances down at you, Seungcheol sinking down to sit on the coffee table, “How is she?”
“She finally cried,” Jihoon mutters, cold knuckles brushing your flushed cheek, “Knocked her out. Figured we both needed sleep,”
“She needs to eat,” Seungcheol speaks, guiltily, Jihoon nodding with a soft sigh. He sits up, gentle as he pries his arm from under your head, cradling your jaw with a softness Seungcheol isn’t used to,
“I’m gonna let her sleep for another hour,” Jihoon decides, Seungcheols brows pinching when Jihoon slides off the couch to stretch, “Her nerves are shit. She’s not gonna eat much,”
“Just-,” Seungcheol sighs, standing up, too, “Take care of her, alright?”
Jihoon nods, hands shoving in the pockets of his hoodie, “Always,”
. . .
“Jihoon-ah!! Y/Nnie! Wake up!”
When half of Seventeen- plus NA PD and the camera man- burst into the hotel room, they find Jihoon laying on top of the sheets, while you’re curled underneath, both of you asleep.
Jihoon seems to be more awake than you by the way his head shoots up, confusion in his eyes, while you only groan and bury further into the covers, hoping to shield the light that now shines above you,
“What are you guys doing?” Jihoon hisses, DK giggling as he throws himself nearly on top of Jihoon, while Seungkwan shakes at your shoulders and coos at you to wake up,
Jihoons eyes immediately find the camera, and the first thing he thinks of is the fact that you are both half naked. While Jihoon doesn’t care that he’s shirtless, he knows you don’t go to sleep with pants on, so the only thing the group can see is the hoodie on your shoulders,
“Camera,” Jihoon heaves, forced to watch as the camera zones in on you pushing Seungkwans face away, “DK, she doesn’t have pants on,”
DK instantly sits up in alarm, and just when Seungkwan goes to throw the duvet off of you, DK lunges forward, acting as if he was jumping on top of you, too,
“Dokyeom,” You drag out a whine, Jihoon standing up so the camera pans to him, “Why?”
“Privacy,” DK whispers, hushed, watching as your face drops in realization, turning in your spot to reach for your shorts thrown on the floor, DK sitting up so you could tug them on under the blanket,
“Thanks,” You whisper back, DK smiling happily before he tugs on your arms, the camera panning back to you protesting,
“Come on, we’re going to Italy!!”
. . .
“C’mon, we need a picture of the groups favorite couple!”
“DK, we’re the groups only couple,” Jihoons grumble causes you to grin, glancing over where he moves next to you. You and your group stand in the streets of Italy, the sun hot on your face,
“Exactly. Still our favorite,” Jeonghan teases, Jihoon glancing to you to find your eyes already on him, arms looping around his torso to tug him closer,
“There’s cameras,” Jihoon murmurs, your shoulder- bare due to your off the shoulder sundress- lifting,
“So?” You hum, “We’re in Italy, honey. We’ve never gotten a vacation like this,”
“Yah, you both work so hard,” Mingyu gushes, “Our songwriters, you deserve a break!”
You finally feel Jihoons arm slide around your waist, protective as his hand splays across your back, his head tilting closer to yours so you could both smile at DKs phone camera,
“Now kiss!” Jeonghan giggles, Jihoon flicking an eyebrow, and although he’s aware of the multiple cameras watching, he allows you to cup his jaw and turn his head to you, dragging him down to press your lips against his.
Jeonghan, DK, and Mingyu all cheer, your snicker light as you lean back, hand patting Jihoons chest. “Come on, I saw a cafe I wanna try,”
. . .
“Tired?”
Your eyes peel open to see Jihoon, shirtless with his hands tucked in his pant pockets,
You hum, “I already beat my mission, and don’t have the energy to stop the others from beating theirs, so,”
Jihoon raises an eyebrow down at where you lay across the couch in the main room of the home that was rented out just for you group, “What was your mission?”
“To not let you kiss me,” You snort, Jihoons eyes rolling as he glances over his shoulder, weary of cameras, “I knew you wouldn’t since there’s like, six cameras around, so I beat it pretty quick,”
“You know there’s still-,” Jihoon lifts his chin to the clock on the wall, “Forty seconds left before it’s over, right?”
Your brows pinch, “So?”
Jihoons smirk causes your eyebrows to shoot up, sitting up in your spot with a finger raised, “No,”
“Come here,” Jihoon steps forward, you pushing off the couch with a shout so he lunges, grinning, wrapping an arm around you to pull your back to his chest so you yelp, head turning,
“No!” Your shrill laugh caused DK and Mingyu to look up from their spot huddled in the corner, Mingyu snorting, “Jihoon! Stop!”
“Just one kiss!” Jihoon cackles, lips against your cheek, your hair in his face when you shake your head, “Don’t deny me, woman!”
“Times up!” Soonyoung shouts from downstairs, your body falling slack in relief, Jihoon grunting as he spins you around, your exhale heavy as you grin,
“I win,” You snicker, Jihoon rolling his eyes as your hands slide up his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck, pulling him forward to press your lips against his,
“In our, what, eight years of dating,” Jihoon grumbles against your mouth, leaning back to cock his head at you, “You’ve never denied a kiss I’m willing to give you,”
“You almost made me lose my mission!” You protest, Jihoon turning you to shove you back on the couch, where you turn and smack a pillow at his thigh, “You’re supposed to be on my side!”
. . .
“And finally, after ten years, I am proud to announce the daesang winner,”
You feel Jihoons hand in yours, both palms sweaty. Soonyoung has your free arm in a tight grip, and you find yourself holding your breath,
“Seventeen!!”
Your mouth drops, eyes meeting Jihoons just when Soonyoung shouts out, pushing to his feet and dragging you with him, Soonyoungs hands on your shoulders as he jumps in place.
You can see Seungcheol tug Jihoon up, embracing the shorter man, but Jihoon is quick to pull away, to turn to you, and you both smile, unable to get closer before a member is dragging you away, close to the stage.
By the time you make it off stage, your makeup is smeared, DK holding you close to his side with his own tearful smile,
“Everyone cheer for our producers!” Mingyu calls, DK finally releasing you to turn you around, pushing you towards Jihoon.
Jihoons hand grasps your elbow, and you hiccup as his arms move to your back, your own around his shoulders, and you let your eyes pinch shut, “I love you so much,” Your voice is weak, chest jerking as you sniffle, Jihoons face burying into your shoulder, “I’m so proud of you,”
“We did it together,” Jihoon whispers back, leaning back just enough for you to see the flush of his own face, eyes watery, “We did it, baby,”
You laugh, eyes pinching shut as you press your lips to his, his own smile wide as you pull apart, arms back around his shoulders to sway him, “We did it,”
You hear Mingyu shout a cheer, the others following, before multiple bodies ram into you, your laugh weak as your group embraces you and your partner,
“Yah, okay,” Jihoon heaves a breath, letting everyone pull away one by one, your hands raising to caress his damp cheeks,
Jihoon sniffles against your touch, his head shaking as his hands copy yours, pecking your lips again before you’re grabbing his hands, jumping in place, your smile wide, “We did it!!”
. . .
“I have a toast,”
Seungcheols voice leads you to look up from your plate. Your group sits at a big, rectangular table, gathered for a celebration dinner, emotions high after a long night.
Your leader is holding up a cup of soju, as does the rest of your group, although you, Jihoon, Joshua and Wonwoo all hold cups of either water or tea, “I’ve known Y/N and Jihoon for probably thirteen years. I knew you two would do great things as not only work partners, but a couple, and because of you two we have won the reward I feel we deserved,”
You glance at Jihoon to smile, Jihoon taking your hand in your lap to bring it into his own, squeezing as Seungcheol continued,
“You two keep each other on your toes. You make sure the other doesn’t overwork themselves, you’re there for one another when you most need it. I’m happy for you two,” Seungcheol exhales, deep, “Let’s give it up for our producers!”
One shout, then the whole table is cheering, your smile widening, alarmed when Jihoons hand cradles your jaw, drawing your lips to his. DK hoots, Soonyoung clapping, your giggle soft as you barely pull back, pecking Jihoons lips a second time, allowing him to hold you still,
“Marry me,” His murmur is barely audible, but it causes you to jerk back, eyes wide as you stare at him,
“Jihoon, I swear to God, don’t joke,” You hiss, whispering, Jihoon smiling with a shrug,
“I’m not joking,” The table falls silent, watching Jihoon pull his free hand from his pocket, holding a small, velvet box, “I’d never joke about that,”
“Holy shit,” Vernon breathes, Seungkwan elbowing him, your eyes flicking down to the box before looking back up to Jihoons face,
“Say yes!” Soonyoungs yell startles you to blink, eyes watering,
“Yes,” You breathe, arms extending to wrap around Jihoons shoulders, his hand not holding the ring wrapping around your back, “Yes, I’ll marry you,”
Someone shouts- Mingyu, you think- before they’re all cheering, Jihoon leaning back just enough to take your hand, slipping the ring onto your third finger, allowing your group to yell, louder.
. . .
“Hey,”
You blink up at Jihoon where you sit curled against the arm of the couch, his frown light as he stands in front of you. He’s watched you stare at nothing for the last half hour, but he knows what’s on your mind, although he asks anyway- “What’s wrong?”
He settles himself beside you, curling one arm around your back, the other sliding over your lap, your blink slow,
“You leave tomorrow,” The whisper is weak, and he watches you grimace as if the words themself tasted bad, and he catches the glisten of your eyes before you rapidly blink the tears away, lifting the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe them away, “You’re leaving, Ji,”
“Don’t think about that right now,” Jihoon murmurs, aware of your members sprawled throughout the room after a big dinner, “Tonight is a normal night, baby,”
“But it’s not,” Your exhale is watery, eyes finally meeting his, “You…You leave in twelve hours. I’m-I’m so used to being next to you nearly every day, how am I supposed to go nearly two years not with you?”
The tears slip, now, your sniffle silent as Jihoon guides your head to his shoulder, his cheek to your forehead with a soft sigh,
“Nothing I’ll say will make it better,” Jihoon whispers, fingers knotting in your hair, “But I’m gonna come back. I’m gonna come back, and we’re gonna go right back to producing songs together like I never left,”
“I don’t want you to leave at all,” Your hiccup leads Jihoon to lean back, hand sliding down to caress your jaw that clenches under his touch,
“Hey,” Jihoon turns his head to shield you from any watching eyes, eyes meeting yours, “Breathe,”
You suck in a breath, sharper than Jihoon would prefer, but he can feel your jaw release its tension when you exhale, “I’m always gonna be a phone call away. I won’t be radio silence for two whole years,”
You nod, eyes fluttering as they flick down to your lap, mindlessly rotating the ring on your finger, “I know,”
Jihoon sighs, leaning forward to press his lips to your reddening nose, then your flushed cheek, feeling you fully relax, “Let’s get you some water,” He murmurs, leaning back enough to let you rub your face,
He stands, hand out to let you take before you push to your own feet, and Jihoons glad to find that most of the members have either retreated to their bedrooms, or were engaged with their own conversations.
He allows you to sit on the counter, eyes watching him fill a glass with water and ice, and he slots himself in front of you once you take the cup.
“I love you,” Jihoon murmurs, eyes steady on your face, “There’s no one else I would’ve rather had to produce music with than with you. These past ten years wouldn’t have happened without you,”
“Don’t make me cry again,” Your scold is hoarse, but you set the cup down quick enough to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to lean into you, “I love you, too. Thank you for trusting me in Seventeens songs,”
Jihoon hums, lips to your neck as you both fall into silence, your cheek against his shoulder, “Who will I hug when I miss you?”
“You have ten perfectly capable people here,”
“Half of them will be leaving before you even come back,” You remind, leaning back to slide your hands to his jaw, holding him steady. You inhale a breath, nodding, “I’ll be okay,”
Jihoon nods back, leaning forward to press his lips against yours, hands tugging on your hips to slide you closer to the edge of the counter,
“Yo, Jihoon!” Vernon’s shout leads you to pull back, “Come on, we’re about to do cake!”
“Why did they insist on cake?” Jihoon grumbles, your smile light as you pat his shoulders, letting him help you onto your feet,
“We’re doing it for all of you. C’mon,”
. . .
The music replaying through your headphones is starting to give you a headache. You pause the track, tugging the headphones off with a huff, leaning back in your seat.
Another deep exhale, your tired eyes flicking to the time at the bottom of your computer screen. 3:36 AM. You frown, leaning forward to save your progress before clicking the monitor off, pushing out of your chair,
Your phone vibrating alarms you, because what is Jihoon doing calling you at 3:30 in the morning while in the military?
“Ji? You okay?” All exhaustion vanishes as you answer, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothings wrong,” Your fiancé answers, and your shoulders visibly sink in relief, “Except that the door is locked and I can’t remember the pin,”
“The pin-?” Your brows pinch, head shaking, “Jihoon, what are you talking about?”
A knock is heard, then, both through the phone and from the door across your studio- Jihoons studio- and you glance over your shoulder,
“Jihoon,” You warn, “Don’t tell me you’re here,”
“Alright, I won’t tell you,” Jihoon chuckles, “But at least open the door,”
Your feet carry you quicker than your mind can catch up, twisting the doorknob to tug it open, and your eyes instantly meet Jihoons, where he hangs up the phone, shoving it in his hoodie pocket,
“Holy shit,” You breathe, pushing forward to embrace the man, his arms tight around your back as yours find his shoulders, “Holy- you’re here,”
“‘M here,” Jihoon confirms, nose pressing against your neck, allowing you both to just stand there.
“You’re early,” You heave, leaning back so his hands slid to your hips, your own cradling his face, thumbs swiping over his cheekbones, “You weren’t supposed to be home for another two weeks,”
“Early release,” Jihoon murmurs, hand raising to wipe your cheek when a tear slips, “Aish, no crying,”
You sniff, head shaking, forcing yourself back to embracing him, allowing the two of you to stand in silence.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” You murmur, head barely tilting back enough so he could see your face, “Almost fourteen years being friends, ten years working with you, eight years being with you- I can’t wait for us to keep going,”
“Soon,” Jihoon promises, thumb grazing just under your eye, “As soon as everyone’s back, I promise,”
“I’ll wait as long as you want, Ji,” You whisper, Jihoon tugging you forward to press his lips against yours, allowing the two of you to stand in silence, basking in each others presence after two years.
Are you going to finish the series Rocky Road Season 2?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but probably not 🙁 I genuinely have not watched OB in like 2 years, haven’t even seen the newest season, and knowing JJ gets killed off it completely destroyed me.
Saw Thunderbolts* today…might get back into writing for Marvel after 3 (4?) years…send requests🤭
Listen, I’m just trying to find something to bring my spark back because I literally haven’t written anything new in like 2 years. Please please send something :(.
Also, PSA, if you’ve sent a request in the last three years ish, I DONT HAVE THEM ANYMORE. They literally vanished. No idea what happened to them. IM SO SORRY😭
Part 2 to this story. (From like, 2022, Im SO SORRY😭)
This got the most votes on my “what should I post” poll, but there’s still a couple days left on it so I’ll also post the 2nd choice, too!!
Summary; Reader and Vi had finally made up, until Ekko had been severely hurt by the same woman who shot the reader a week prior. Reader and Ekko get stuck on topside until Heimerdinger offers to help them back to the undercity, where Heimerdinger finally gets a look of their lifestyle, and Vi tries just one more time to make amends with old friends.
Warnings; Injury, blood. Read part one to completely understand. Cursing. Fluff between Reader and Ekko. I kinda just dragged it on but it’s fine.
Previously, on Welcome to the Firelights:
“Are you still mad at me?” You’re walking a solid fifteen minutes before Vi says something. You glance at her, seeing her eyes ahead on the dark bridge that split the undercity to the topside.
“I’m not happy with you,” You correct, sighing, “But it’s not like I’m not glad to see you here, alive. But after everything with Jinx,”
“I get it, Powder fucked up,” Vi raises her hands, instantly dropping them so they fell at her sides, “Claggor, and Mylo are dead because she didn’t fucking listen, I know,”
You bite your lip, forcing yourself to keep the “and Vander” to yourself. “It’s just the simple fact, Vi. She has to hold onto that guilt forever, and she doesn’t even seem to care,”
Vi is silent as she smiles over at you, your brows pinching in confusion, “What?”
“You called me Vi,” Vi nudges her shoulder to yours as you grin, a sudden explosion causing you to turn around in alarm, back where Caitlyn and Ekko had departed,
“Caitlyn,”
“Ekko!”
Your feet sprint. It hurts your side, how hard you’re breathing, but when you spot Caitlyn knelt on the ground and Ekko nowhere in sight, it heightens your senses and rises your anxiety.
Vi is quick to the slide to her knees in front of Caitlyn, hands at her face as you look around, hands curled in fists. “Where’s Ekko?” Caitlyn looks up at you, your narrowed eyes shooting down to her, “Where’s Ekko?”
A sudden footstep, and your eyes immediately snap away from Caitlyn and to a figure across the bridge, the blue hair instantly giving away her identity. Jinx.
Jinx doesn’t even look at you, eyes trained on Vi as she helped Caitlyn stand. You hear Jinx’s scoff, before she raises the machine gun in her hands, bullets flying towards the three of you in groups.
You stumble away from the bullets that hit the ground, Vi and Caitlyn each falling to the sides of you as you collapse in a heap on the bridge, looking up in time for Ekko to fly over you on his hover board, lunging himself at Jinx.
Ekko is able to get a swing on Jinx, snatching the bag that held the small crystal inside before he lands on his feet, tossing the bag into Caitlyn’s hands with a grunt. “Go!”
You stand to your feet, pulling out your gun to point at Jinx as you step beside Ekko. Ekkos eyes snap to you, anger in them- not at you, but for the situation at hand- “I said go,” He demands, your shake of head firm,
“I’m not letting you fight alone,”
“And I’m not letting her shoot you again!” Ekkos face is close to yours, but you only raise your chin in defense, clicking your gun that still aimed at Jinx, “I’m not letting you die on my watch. Not if I can avoid it this time,”
Jinx giggles, stepping forward, the sudden movement causing Ekko to side step away from you, lunging at the girl with a hard punch, instantly knocking her on the ground.
You wish you could just shoot her. But the fight is so intense you can’t get a clear aim on Jinx, worried you’d end up shooting Ekko. In your moment of focus, your eyes zoom in on the item in Jinx’s hand, Ekko having pinned her, her hand releasing so the item rolled to the side, beeping,
“Ekko!” Your shout alerts Ekko to look over his shoulder, then back down to beeping bomb, instantly beginning to push up and stick an arm out to you,
“Get back!”
The explosion is violent, throwing the both of you off your feet and onto your backs, your vision falling blurry as your ears rung, gasping in air through the smoke as the adrenaline quickly disappeared.
Rolling onto your side, you push yourself up on trembling arms, hand immediately landing on Ekkos chest to shake him awake. His reaction is the same as yours, coughing against the smoke as your eyes shift to the side, widening at a new figure, Silico and his gang behind him.
“Ekko,” Your whisper is raspy, fingers curling against his shirt as he sits up, hand grasping your own when getting a look at where your attention sat, his free arm instantly reaching to grasp your arm that propped you up.
“Don’t move,” You both remain sitting, Silicos eyes on you as he knelt down, lifting Jinx into his arms before he turns, finally breaking eye contact to move back towards the undercity, leaving you and Ekko alone on the destroyed bridge.
“We gotta go,” You gasp, coughing as the smoke seemed to thicken, “Get off this bridge,”
“I can’t walk, firefly,” You turn to look at Ekko when you stand, Ekko having grasped the edge of the bridge to ease off his left foot, “We can hide somewhere on the topside. The undercity’s too far of a walk,”
You exhale, nodding as you slip Ekkos arm around your shoulders, beginning your slow journey to the entrance of the topside city.
. . .
“This is as good as I can get it without medical supplies,” You lean against the wall of the alley behind you, setting down Ekkos foot that had been propped on your knee, now wrapped with the sleeve of your hoodie.
“Good enough until we can find a way back home,” Ekko huffs, gesturing to his glitchy hover board feet away. Your eyes stare at the board, the wind blowing hair in your face so Ekkos hand reached up, tucking the flying hairs behind your ear so you looked back to him, his own eyes trained on yours,
“We’re gonna be fine,” Ekko mumbles, trailing his hand under your jaw to tip your head up, “Atla and the others will realize we haven’t come home and they’ll come looking for us,”
“And you think they’ll look around topside?” You scoff, quietly, curling into the corner walls of the alley as your eyes shift to where you could see the bridge in the distance, reinforcers rushing around at the sight of their own dead on the ground. “Right,”
Ekko frowns, opening his mouth to say something, but your head lifts in confusion as a shadow looms over the two of you, Counselor Heimerdinger now standing in the entrance of the alley holding the hover board,
“Now what are you two doing hiding in here?”
“Counselor Heimerdinger?” You sit up, the male creature frowning as he clears his throat,
“It’s just Heimerdinger now I’m afraid,” He glances down at the hover board, “I’m guessing this stopped working? You’re from the Undercity, correct?”
You glance at Ekko, worried to respond, so Ekko nods instead, shifting to keep a hand on your leg in subconscious protection, “I can’t walk. Undercitys too far, so we’re just camping out. Not hurting anyone,”
“Never feared you were, boy,” Heimerdinger nods, extending his short arm, “Come. I can get you two home in no time,”
. . .
“This is extraordinary,” Heimerdingers breathy words lead you to look away from Ekko. Atla and another Firelight had helped Ekko sit down, the male Firelight in front of him almost immediately popping his ankle back into place, pulling a loud hiss from Ekko.
“This is the life we created,” You explain, lightly, Heimerdinger turning to face you, “If we can’t give them enough to live, we can at least give them enough to survive,”
You notice the pinch of Heimerdingers brows as he tugs off his hood, eyes not on your face but your side, “Do you know you’re bleeding?”
Ekko instantly looks up at this. Your back faces him, but he can see you look down at where the gunshot wound was, the once healing wound now reopened and slowly bleeding through your hoodie.
“I must’ve pulled the stitches during the explosion,” You turn to look at Ekko, but he is already in front of you, hands at your arms as his eyes worriedly flickered down to lift the edge of your hoodie, getting a look at the wound.
“I told you to leave when it started getting ugly,” Ekko states, arm immediately sliding to your back to lead you away, but you easily slip away, Ekkos brows pinching,
“And I told you I wasn’t going to let you fight alone,” You exhale, heavily, “I’m not the only one hurt here, Ekko. Sit down. I’ll be fine,”
Atla is at your side the second you finish your sentence, giving Ekko a reassuring nod as she moves you towards one of the huts, Ekkos eyes forced to follow.
“Want to explain that to me?” Heimerdingers voice pulls Ekko to glance over his shoulder, heaving his own sigh as he shifts to sit back down.
“She got shot over a week ago. By an old friend of ours,” At Heimerdingers surprised expression, Ekko weakly waves a hand, “Long story. This old friend works with Silco. Her sister found her and thinks she’s the same person she was ten years ago. She’s not. She’s also what caused this,” Ekkos hand gestures to his ankle, looking up and over towards where you and Alta had left.
“I’m guessing she’s more than a close friend, I suppose,” Heimerdinger raises a brow, Ekko looking back to him.
“She’s my fiancé,” Ekko speaks, Heimerdinger smiling, “And she’s almost died- twice- because of this girl. I can’t let her kill Y/N,”
“I admire that,” Heimerdinger speaks, Ekko shifting his gaze to stare at the tent, unaware of the figure hiding behind it.
“Think it’s infected?” Your murmur is quiet to Atla, who has your hoodie pushed up and is working quick, gentle movements on removing the old stitches,
“Doubt it,” Atla talks back just as low, your exhale deep as your eyes flick up to the roof of the tent, “But I’m going to clean it again, just to be sure,”
“Great,” You pinch your brows, holding your breath, heaving when Atla wipes down any blood from your skin, “Do you think I pissed him off?”
“Pissed him off? No,” Atla leans up to grab fresh stitches, brow flicking, “Worried the hell out of him? Definitely,”
Your lips purse, sighing, flinching when the needle pricks your skin, “I just want to protect him,”
“And he wants to protect you,” Atla reminds, glancing up so you look down at her, “You’re both grossly in love, and sometimes that’s dangerous,”
You roll your eyes, head shifting when sunlight peaks in, and Atla has to move back quick when you suddenly push up, staring at the pink haired woman,
Atla finds herself on her feet, standing in front of your bed in defense. “Atla,” You warn, hand out to grasp her arm, urging her to side step and glance down at you, “Violet, what the hell? If Ekko sees you-,”
“I’m not here to talk to Ekko,” Vi steps forward, but Atlas head shake warns her to stay put, “I’m here to talk to you,”
“I don’t want to talk,” You hiss, eyes narrowing, “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you. Ekko was right, you’re always going to stick by her, or that topsider,”
“Caitlyn has nothing to do with this,”
“But she does,” You raise an eyebrow, “The matter is, you can’t be trusted. You’re always going to defend Jinx, and that’s not going to cut it around here,”
“You’re allowed to have your own opinion,” Vi heaves, “Ekko doesn’t have to make the decisions,”
“Ekko and I make decisions together,” You push to stand up, Atlas hand at your arm so you gently tug away, “You’re leaving,”
“But-,” “Violet,” You demand, staring at the woman whose shoulders deflate, “We’re done here,” You grab her shoulder, turning her to the exit of the tent, and you catch Ekkos gaze before he sees Vi, watching him stand in alert,
“She’s leaving,” You breathe, hand raised when he moves up to you, wedging himself between you and your old friend, “And she won’t be returning,” Your eyes meet Vi’s, “Alright?”
You can see Vi’s eyes flick between you and Ekko, before she steps back, snarl tugging at her lip, “Alright,”
Ekko waits until Vi disappears before spinning to face you, his eyes wide and alarmed, “What the hell was that?”
“‘Ko, I’m fine,” You reassure, “She just wanted to talk,”
“Wanted to talk? After Jinx almost killed you? Again?!”
“She didn’t!” You raise your hand to his chest, feeling the quick rise and fall, “I hurt myself when I fell, I’m okay!”
You allow Ekko to stare. His eyes flick down to your hoodie, before he wounds an arm around you, guiding you back into the tent and away from eyes,
“You’ve got to stop doing this to me,” Ekko pleas, quietly, eyes meeting yours again as he sighs, “Please,”
“I promise I’m not doing it on purpose,” You whisper, hand cradling his jaw, “I’m okay. Vi’s out, she’s gone, and so is Jinx. It’s over,”
You can see the way Ekkos brain swarms, his inhale deep as he glances to the side, before he pushes the tent curtain open, with a short- “Atla,”, your friend stepping in so Ekko pulls you back to the bed.
Your eyes remain on Ekko as he settles beside your bed, his eyes trained on where Atla slowly started restitching, “Hey,” His eyes find yours, your hand raising to squeeze his shoulder, “I’m good,”
“I just want to protect you,” Ekko mutters, hand reaching up to squeeze yours, “But I can’t do that if you keep putting yourself in danger, or if they keep coming for you,”
“I knew I’d never forgive Jinx after the explosion,” You keep your voice low, frowning, “Not after killing Claggor and Milo. If Violet wants to stay by her side…then that’s her choice. We won’t be associating with them anymore,”
“I never wanted to associate with them to begin with,” Ekko raises an eyebrow, your laugh heaved, trailing into a hiss when Atla tugs a stitch,
“Let’s just worry about you healing,” Ekko murmurs, hand raising to your jaw, “Alright? Try not to pull these stitches out, too,”
LISTEN. Before yall yell at me, yes I know it’s been over a year since I’ve updated ANYTHING. IM REALLY TRYING I promise.
Soooo I now have about 40 random drafts, and I need help figuring out wtf I should sit down and actually finish so I can post something. Motivation has not been a friend of mine. So imma let yall choose.
Don’t kill me I love yall. It’s hard keeping up with an account I’ve had since high school.
EDIT:// Part 2 to my Ekko fic has been published here. Whichever comes 2nd will be posted next.
Which fandom should I post?
K-pop (Stray Kids)
The Flash (Cisco Ramon)
Ninjago (Kai and/or Cole)
Arcane (My Ekko x Reader series)
Outer Banks (My Rocky Road series that I completely didn’t mean to abandon)
Stranger Things (Gareth Emerson OR Steve Harrington)
I'm rewatching the flash and like am I demented or is Savitar fucking hot, I feel awful saying this cuz Barry is like pure sunlight buutt mean broken bitchy Barry is 😍
LOLL to say I’m laughing my ass of is an understatement, this is golden.
Summary; After Barry speeds to the future to see his sister getting killed by Savitar, team flash has to find a way to prevent this from happening. Cisco grows protective over the reader, deciding to call it quits when enemies come and go too quick for him to count.
Warnings; Yelling, cursing, stabbing, coma, crying, one year time skip, mentions of hate for body image. Reader and Cisco leave the team. Starts with Savitar then cicada comes in. I’m stating for the sake of the story that the years are not right, just an estimate!
Taglist; @livingwrite-andrepeat
A/N; Here it is!! This is a long one (like, 7k worth), and I honestly really posted it for myself since Cisco isn’t super popular anymore, but I’m proud of it. Alternate ending to “You Know I Love You, Right?”
(D/N) means daughters name.
Small timeline change- Caitlin is in this as Caitlin, she is not killer frost.
July, 2017, four months until destruction.
“Hey,”
A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”
“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”
Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”
“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”
Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.
With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”
“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”
“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”
Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”
“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”
“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”
“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”
“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”
“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,
“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”
“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”
Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, heaving a deep sigh, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”
“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”
“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.
. . .
“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.
You still haven’t.
“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,
“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”
You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”
The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,
“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”
Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”
“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”
“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”
You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,
“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”
“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”
Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”
“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”
“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”
“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”
September, 2017, two months until destruction.
Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.
Silent until he hears a loud giggle, one that brings a smile to Ciscos face despite how exhausted he is. He steps towards the hall of his apartment, where the bathroom door was open, light shining out into said hallway.
He leans against the doorway as his eyes settle on you, sitting on your knees beside the tub after having pulled (D/N) from the water, your child wrapped in a towel and leant against you.
“I love you, you know?” Cisco hears you murmur, and Cisco watches his daughter nod against your neck, your lips on her wet hair. She leans back to pat at your face, eyes spotting her father over your shoulder,
“Daddy!”
You glance over your shoulder at her shout, looking up at Cisco as he steps into the bathroom, kneeling down behind you to tickle (D/N)s neck, before leaning over to peck your cheek, softly,
“Anything?” Your eyes meet his, his head shake light as you frown, allowing Cisco to stand and pull (D/N) from your arms, taking your towel wrapped child into her bedroom,
“What pajamas are we thinking tonight, huh?” Your mind drifts as you listen to your husband, reaching over to drain the tub water and push to your feet, silently picking up her dirty clothes to toss in the hamper, “Spider man? I think you should wear the flash. Huh? Like uncle Barry? No?”
Your lips pull at this, moving towards the bedroom opposite of yours as Cisco pulls a Spider-Man shirt over (D/N)s head, then ruffling out her curls on her head,
“Bedtime, mi amor,” Cisco states, pulling the blanket out so (D/N) pouted but dropped onto the bed, “How does pancakes sound in the morning? Hm?”
“You always burn the pancakes, daddy,” (D/N) giggles, eyes looking at you when you sit on the edge of the bed, “Mama can make them!”
“I’ll make them, sure,” You smile, tucking the blanket beneath her chin, “Sleep good, baby. Maybe after breakfast we’ll go visit Papa Joe, hm?”
“Papa Joe!” (D/N) sticks her arms up, before shimmying under the blanket, allowing you to kiss her cheek as Cisco kisses her forehead.
You softly close the door to her bedroom, breath trembling as you exhale, hands at your face.
“Hey, hey,” Ciscos arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you against him, “I know,”
Your sniffle is weak as you press yourself to his chest, lifting your head to look at him so his hands slid to your face, thumbs wiping beneath your eyes,
“I love you, baby,” Cisco whispers, your nod weak as his nose brushes yours, “It’s gonna be okay,”
October, 2017, one month until destruction.
“Okay, what if-,” Cisco paces in front of the control panel, Caitlin seated beside you while Barry stood to the side, “What if Y/N teleports at the second just before she’s stabbed?”
“We’ve already looked into that, Cisco,” Barry states, “The timing would have to be just right. One second too early, and Savitar is chasing her down. One second too late…”
“Well does anybody have any other ideas?” Cisco blurts, “Huh?! We’re running out of time!”
“Cisco-,” “What if it was Iris? Huh?” Cisco cuts, your eyes fluttering shut, “What if you had a daughter who doesn’t know what the hells going on, who doesn’t know that she could potentially lose her mother in less than two months?!”
“Cisco,” You raise to your feet, Cisco shaking his head with a deep sigh, hands in his hair as you step up to him, grasping his wrists, “Baby, look at me,”
Ciscos pinched eyes open to stare at you, a tear slipping down his cheek, “We have to think of something. We have to,”
“And we’re going to,” You whisper, hands now at his face to wipe under his eyes, “I’m going to be okay. We’re going to figure this out, and we’ll both be there to watch our baby grow up,”
Cisco sniffles, roughly, eyes shutting again so your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him forward so his own arms loop at your back, holding you firm against his chest. His nose ducks into your shoulder, hiccuping against the fabric of your sweater.
“I love you,” He whispers, Caitlin’s lips pressing together tearfully at the interaction, “I can’t lose you,”
“We’re gonna figure it out,” You lean back, Ciscos hands sliding to hold your waist as his eyes flicker across your face, “Let’s go get some water, come back, and restart. Okay?”
November 2017, the day before destruction.
Your hands tremble. Sitting at the control panel, your eyes stare at the blank screen. It’s only twenty four hours away. No plan has come up.
Your exhale is sharp, hands raising to your face to notice your fingers are ice cold, frozen with terror. “Hey,” Caitlin’s hand at your shoulder startles you so hard your body jerks, head turning to look up at your best friend in fear.
Her brows pinch, worriedly, kneeling down by your chair as your hiccup comes choked, head shaking as you raise your hands back to your face, “Hey. Y/N, breathe, honey,”
“I-I can’t,” Your exhale releases a sob, the tears hot on your cheeks as you gasp, “I’m so scared. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave them,”
“We’re going to figure it out,”
“When?!” You don’t mean to shout, guilt on your face as you glare down at where she knelt, “It’s going to happen in twenty four hours, Caitlin! I should be home with my daughter right now, but instead I’m freaking out because I’m going to die- and we can’t stop it,”
“Breathe,” Caitlin soothes, your back leaning into your chair as you tilt your head back, coughing up a sob that hurts your chest.
“I’m so scared, Cait,” You whisper, your best friend shifting to sit in the chair beside you, “She’s not even two yet. I won’t get to watch her go to kindergarten. I won’t get to watch her graduate,”
You sigh against your hands, sniffing, “And Cisco…I can’t leave him to raise her alone,”
“I want to promise that we’ll figure something out,” Caitlin starts, “But we both know that a promise like this is something we can’t keep,”
“I know,” You murmur, rubbing your temple. “I don’t know what to do,”
“Ciscos worried about you, honey,” Caitlin speaks, reaching to squeeze your hand, “And he’s scared, too,”
You nod, allowing another tear to slide down your jaw. You shift to stand, wiping your hand under your eye, “I’m gonna go try to find him,”
Ciscos easy to find- cooped up in his lab when not in the Cortex. The smile you give him is weak, the redness in your eyes evident when he turns to you,
“You busy?” You murmur, him shaking his head as he sets down the tool in his hand, arm already reaching around your shoulders,
“Never too busy for you,” He allows you to press yourself against him, head tucking under his chin as he exhales slowly, “You okay?”
“As okay as I can be,” You sigh, eyes falling shut as you let the man just embrace you. God knows its possibly one of the last times, “Just tired. Thinking too much,”
Cisco hums, lips pressing to your hair, “Yeah,” He sighs, cheek turning to rest on your head, “Me too,”
You inhale, lifting your head to flicker your eyes across his face, “Are we gonna be okay?”
Ciscos hands slide to cup your face, nose brushing yours. “We’re gonna be okay,” He nods, eyes glossy. He nods, lips pressing between your brows with a deep sigh, “We’re okay,”
Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.
Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.
Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.
Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.
His sister.
“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”
Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”
“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.
“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”
Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “It hurts,” Your eyes flick to Barry, eyes then pinching shut in pain.
“Get her to the lab,” Caitlin’s sudden figure behind Barry is rushed, and Barry barely processes her demand, “Now, Barry!”
. . .
An hour later, the team of five all stand throughout the Cortex. While Iris watched Barry pace, HR stood close to Caitlin’s lab door, all while Cisco sat in his desk chair, Joe beside him.
Ciscos eyes stare at the blood on his hands. Yours. With a trembling breath, Cisco finally looks up upon hearing Caitlin’s footsteps, as does the rest of the team to see the relief on her face.
“She’s going to make it,”
Ciscos exhale is sharp, head falling forward in his hands as Joe grasped his shoulder, Ciscos fingers clutching at his hair. He stands up, Caitlin nodding her head to lead him into the lab, where they find you, out and still covered in blood.
“We’re going to have to keep an eye on her for the next couple of days,” Caitlin’s hushed voice speaks, Cisco sinking down in the chair by the bed to grasp your hand, “Her heart rate seems stable, the blade went through both her back and her chest…”
Cisco nods, swallowing thickly as he rests his forehead to your hand, eyes shutting, tiredly.
“Do you want me to go get her some new clothes?” Barry speaks this time, voice hoarse, “And sheets?”
Cisco opens his eyes to see the white sheets of the bed have been stained red. Along with her clothes, and almost every inch of her skin.
“No, I can go,” He musters, sitting up, “Felicitys at the apartment with (D/N), I think I’m gonna bring her here and we’ll stay for a night or two,”
“Okay,” Iris breathes, nodding, “But let one of us drive you, please,”
. . .
At the apartment, Felicity instantly stands upon the arrival of both Cisco and Barry. “Please tell me she’s okay,” Felicity begs, Cisco silently walking by her to enter your daughters room. Felicity looks at Barry, eyes wide, “Is she okay?”
“She’s alive,” Barry nods, Felicity immediately exhaling, “We’re gonna have to keep an eye on her for a while. But she’s alive,”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Felicity nods, shortly, turning when Cisco shushes (D/N) softly, him now holding the whining child who curled back into him and almost instantly fell back asleep,
“Can you grab Y/N some clothes?” Cisco asks, exhaustedly, “Third drawer and left side of the closet. I’m gonna pack (D/N) a bag,”
“Are you sure?” Felicity asks, “I can stay here with her while you’re at the labs,”
“I want us all together, thanks,” Cisco smiles, weakly, “I need to be with her. Felicity-,”
“You don’t have to explain,” Felicity nods, a third time, “I understand. Let me take her and you pack her a bag, okay?”
December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.
Cisco finally finds himself dozing off.
Seated next to your bed, his arm rests at the edge, the resting down while his gaze kept towards the corner of the lab, where your daughters playpen sat, allowing her to comfortably sleep.
But he feels a pull. He thinks it’s his own hand muscle spasm, but when his fingers are tugged at a second time, his head shoots up so fast he feels dizzy, eyes instantly looking up to your face.
Your brows pinch, before your eyes flutter, lips parting to inhale. “Hey,” Cisco sits up, fingers tightening on your hand as his free reaches up, curling hair out of your face. “Hey, baby,”
“What happened?” Voice hoarse, you tilt your head down to look at the patch at your chest and shoulder, wincing at the pain your movement caused.
“Savitar,” Cisco murmurs, eyes flicking to his phone momentarily to send Caitlin a quick “she’s up!” “But you’re okay. We did it,”
“(D/N)?” Your head tilts in the opposite direction of your husband, Ciscos eyes following yours towards the resting toddler.
“She’s okay. We’re all okay,”
“Everything hurts,” You whimper, free hand rubbing at the patch, “My back. My chest. It hurts to breathe,”
“I know. I know,” Cisco stands up, reaching for the pain killers Caitlin ordered him to give you when you’ve awaken. He sinks down to sit at your legs, hand at your thigh as you take the cup of water he hands you to down the medicine. “Caits on her way to check your vitals to make sure everything’s stable. She’s taking good care of you,”
You nod, slightly, looking over when your daughter shifts in her playpen, whining as she sat up and spotted you, instantly standing to grasp the edge of the pen and reach up with a hand.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Cisco lightly jokes, leaving your side to move up to the playpen, lifting up the two year old before he moves back to you, setting down the toddler so she crawled up to you, giggling as you pull her into your lap,
“Easy, bug,” Cisco warns, glancing over just as Caitlin, along with Barry, Joe, and Iris entered the lab, all faces relieved to see you up.
“How long have you been up?” Caitlin asks, moving to the monitor beside you before checking your blood pressure, all while smiling at (D/N) leaning against your chest.
“Not even ten minutes,” You murmur, rubbing (D/N)s back, “How am I alive? All the outcomes from Savitar I died,”
“You had the best doctor in Central City taking care of you,” Joe smiles to Caitlin, who nods in thanks, your own eyes flicking to her with a smile.
“Thank you, Cait,” Your smile instantly vanishes with a loud hiss when (D/N) accidentally nudges your patched wound, Cisco immediately pulling (D/N) up by her underarms to pick her up,
“Okay, we gotta be easy with mama, babes,” Cisco reminds, shifting the now whining child to hold her better.
“I’ll be okay,” You press a hand to Ciscos torso, curling your fingers into his shirt, letting his eyes flick to your face.
Cisco nods, glancing down when (D/N) drops her head onto his shoulder. “I can take her,” Barry speaks, hands extended so (D/N) sat up and leaned towards her uncle, Cisco muttering his thanks as he moves back next to you.
“I’ll say you need to stay on bed rest for maybe about four more days before you can get up and move around,” Caitlin scans her monitor, then smiles, “Healing completely will take about four to six months, though. But you’ll be good as new,”
“Thanks, Caitlin,” You repeat, “Do I have to stay here or will I be able to go home?”
“I want to keep you here for a day or two to monitor your wound in case it opens again. But after that you’ll be free,” Caitlin jokes, your laugh heaved so you wince.
“This will most likely make you drowsy again,” Caitlin informs, as she sticks a needle in your arm, “But rest is what you need,”
“Barry and I can take (D/N) for tonight,” Iris speaks, Cisco glancing back at her, “You two need some peace and quiet while Y/N heals. Don’t worry,”
“Thanks, Iris,” You smile, the team slowly bidding their goodbyes as Cisco stands up to stretch, your eyes watching as your husband looked over the monitor himself, bottom lip between his teeth.
“Hey,” You reach out to take his hand closest to you, letting him turn his wrist to grasp your fingers as he glances at you, “Have you slept?”
“No, uh,” Cisco sighs, forcing himself away from the monitor to face you, completely, “I couldn’t bring myself to,”
You give his hand a small tug, Cisco forcing himself to sit at the empty space beside you, hand now at your thigh as he sighs.
“I want to call it,”
His eyes look up at you. Your brows are pinched, sitting up further so he could feel your breath and vice versa, “Wait, what?”
“I…” Cisco shakes his head, glancing to the side with a thick swallow, “I want to call it. I- we almost lost you tonight, Y/N,”
“But that doesn’t mean we should make an immediate decision to leave the team,”
“We made a deal when we got married- when we found out you were pregnant, that if something major happened that put either of our lives or our daughters, in danger,” Cisco pauses to intake a breath, “That we’d both agree to drop the superhero life and step back,”
“You love being on this team, Cisco,” You take his hand at your thigh, staring at him, worriedly, “I love being on this team. Shouldn’t we think about this after I’ve finished recovering?”
“Your safety is more important,” Cisco heaves, hands releasing yours to cup your face, “I’m not going to stay here if that just chances that (D/N) could loose her mom again,”
Your eyes find themselves flicking wildly between his, hands at his wrists, “You haven’t slept,” You murmur, “You’re scared after what happened. Just… please try to sleep and we can talk about this more later,”
Ciscos eyes drop shut. With a short exhale, he nods, pulling you forward so your lips press against his, searching for comfort he knows you both need. “Okay. Scoot over,”
March, 2019. Two years after destruction.
“Don’t you hate it?”
Cisco hums, peering sideways from the bathroom door to where you stood at the mirror in your bedroom, shorts and lace bra the only thing covering your figure,
Your eyes are casted downwards, hand hovering over the large scar that dragged from the top of your right shoulder, to the middle of your right breast. “The scar,” You murmur, fingers finally brushing the raised skin with a sigh. “Don’t you hate how it looks?”
“I hate how you got it,” Cisco states, now behind you where he ignores the matching scar on your back, hands at your waist with a light squeeze, “But you look beautiful as always, with or without it,”
Your eyes roll, back leaning against his chest so his arms fully wrap at your front, chin on your shoulder, “You’re only saying that because I’m your wife,”
“I’m saying that because I love you,” Cisco turns his head to press a kiss to your cheek, which you lean into, “Maybe you can get…a badass tattoo over it or something,”
You snort, raising the back of your hand to lightly smack his cheek, “In your dreams,”
May 14th, 2019. Two years after destruction.
“He took Cisco,”
“What do you mean he took him?” Your figure leans against the Cortex desk. Fingers grasping the countertop, you ignore the white numbness of your knuckles as your eyes flicked between screens,
“I don’t know, they went through a breach when I got here,”
“Cisco?” You call out, nearly holding your breath as you listened for your husbands response, “Baby, can you hear me?”
“I hear you!” Ciscos call back is muffled. “My breach frizzed out and threw us in a forest somewhere,”
“What kind of trees are there?” Sherloque asks, stepping next to you as you pinch your brows to him, “Ask him,”
“What?” You flick your eyes to the screen, eyes steady on Ciscos heart rate, “Cisco, what kind of trees are around you?”
“I don’t know!” You hear Cisco grunt, dodging most likely, “Pine trees? Some of them have pointy leaves,”
“Ash trees,” Sherloque hums, leaning forward, “Now, Fransico, I need you to hold your breath, let me listen,”
A pause. Crickets sound, Sherloque clicking his tongue, “Kolin Woods,”
“Are you sure?” Barry asks through, Sherloque humming, “I’m on my way,”
On time, Cisco yells out in pain through his mic that makes you sit down in the seat behind you, “Baby, you’ve got to run,”
“I can’t,” Cisco heaves, your hand over your jaw as your knee bounced, “He got me in the back of the shoulder-,”
Silence. Your watering eyes stare at the still monitor of his heart beat, sitting up so quick your mind spins, “Cisco?”
Nothing. “Cisco,” You demand, attempting to turn the volume of his ear piece up, “Baby, please. Barry what’s going on?!”
“He’s gone,”
Iris can see you nearly fall out of your chair. Her hand reaches to grasp your arm, sliding in her chair closer beside you. “He’s not here, he-,”
The silence they keep giving you feels deadly. A heavy sigh of relief, “He’s alive,”
Your chest caves as your hands cover your face, body slouching beside Iris as she exhales, relieved. “Both of you come back. Now,”
You don’t move from your chair until you hear their footsteps behind you. Barry held Ciscos arm around his shoulders, while Ciscos free hand pressed to his injury, face scrunched.
“Oh, my god,” You push from your chair, Barry releasing Cisco quick enough to let Cisco throw his free arm around your shoulders, lips to your hair as you pressed yourself against him.
Your hands reach up to his face, sniffling as he whispered reassuringly to you. “I’m okay,” His thumb brushes a free fallen tear from your jaw. “I’m okay,”
You nod, taking his arm to lead him into Caitlin’s lab, sitting beside him as Caitlin got to work.
. . .
“Hey,” Your eyes raise to your husband. Your vision is blurry- exhausted- as you stared at his arm in the sling, Caitlin’s order until his shoulder healed. “What’re you thinking about?”
You lift your head, nose stuffy as you inhale, “I think you were right,” You murmur, Ciscos brows pinching, “About calling it,”
His brows relax at this. He knew the minute something happened to him, you’d instantly change your mind.
“Hey,” Cisco repeats, extending his free hand- bandaged from Cicada first attack- waiting for you to rise from the chair and take it before gently tugging you to stand in front of him, “Is this what you really want?”
“I don’t know,” You exhale, lifting your chin to stare at the ceiling, “Maybe it’s the adrenaline of the fact that I thought you were dead-,”
“But I’m not,” Cisco soothes, “This is just Savitar all over again, I’m okay-,”
“We had a warning for mine, Cisco!” You hiccup, glancing over when realizing your voice had grown in volume. Looking back at him, Ciscos eyes flick between yours, worriedly, “We had a warning for me, not for you. I saw your heart beat stop on the monitor and I thought you died,”
“But I didn’t,” Ciscos hand slides to your jaw, “I’m here, and I’m breathing. We both are, baby,”
“I know,” You copy his action, swallowing, “I just don’t want this to be a scare again, it’s not healthy for a baby the team doesn’t know about,”
Ciscos eyes soften, tugging on your wrist with a soft c’mere before he lets you sit next to him, his free arm sliding to your shoulders to pull you against his side. “Do you really want this?”
“You’re the one who wanted it first,” You remind, hearing him exhale through his nose.
“I want this,” He murmurs, thumb pressing to your shoulder blade comfortingly, “I want you. You, and (D/N), and the baby safe, and that can’t happen if we stay,”
You nod, tilting your head back to look up at him, “Let’s take care of Cicada, at least,” Cisco nods, lips to your forehead before moving to your own lips.
May 26th, 2019. Two years after destruction.
“We have something we want to talk to you guys about,”
The team all look up from their spots spread across the Cortex. They train their attention on the couple sitting at the desk, Cisco distractingly staring at the computer screen while you were already looking at them.
“Okay,” Iris speaks first, hesitantly, “What is it?”
“Uh, well, two things,” Your eyebrows flick when Cisco looks at you, “Good news or bad news first?”
“There’s bad news?” Sherloque huffs, “Might as well say both at once, then,”
Cisco is the one who raises his brows this time. You shrug a shoulder, Barry’s brows pinching at your silent communication,
“Okay,” You exhale, shifting in your seat, “We’re leaving Team Flash,”
“Y/Ns pregnant,”
Six pairs of eyes all blink at you. You grimace, sighing as you stand up. “Im pregnant. Which is one of the reasons why we’ve decided,” You wipe your hands nervously on your sundress, “To leave the team,”
“I don’t know whether to hug you or cry,” Caitlin moves up first, your smile light as she embraces you, Cisco moving to stand, “When?”
“We’re officially stepping back in two weeks,” Cisco states, eyes shifting to your brother who had crossed his arms, “We’re moving in three months,”
“Wha- moving?” Your brothers eyes instantly look at you, “Leaving the team I understand, but you’re moving?”
“Central City isn’t safe, Barry,” You remind, brows pinched, “We’re going to have two kids under the age of three. We won’t be part of Team Flash anymore but we’re still a risk of danger. Leaving Central City is the best decision for them,”
“We’ll-we’ll protect you,” Your brother stammers, your shoulders deflating. After your parents death, you knew he felt as if he was losing you, too, “You don’t have to leave the city altogether,”
“As much faith I have in you guys, I just don’t want to chance it,” You breathe, “We’re doing this to protect these kids. Just support us on it, Bar,”
Your brother exhales, looking towards the rest of the team, “Have you told Joe?”
“Joes the one we talked to about the decision,” Cisco speaks, as you shift in your heels before settling on sitting back down in your chair, “So he’s known, for a while,”
“And you decide to tell us two weeks in advance,” Barry nods, Iris crossing her arms as her brows pinch towards her husband, “Thanks for the short notice. Got it,”
“Barry,” Iris hisses, the man speeding off so your hair blows in your face, your eyes shutting as you tuck the strands back behind your ear, “Y/N-,”
“I know, he’s just upset,” You sigh, twisting in your chair, “I knew we should’ve told him sooner,”
Ciscos hand presses to your shoulder, rubbing the area with a frown as he looks up to his team.
July 2019, two years after destruction.
“I think that’s the last of it,” Cisco hears your heaved huff from the living room, stepping around the corner to see you taping a box shut, standing with your hands on your hips,
“Besides (D/N) going to war with herself over which toys she wants to keep,” Cisco snorts, thumb jabbing over his shoulder where you hear your daughter talking to herself, then clanking of her toys,
“I don’t see why we can’t just let her keep them all,” You shrug, Ciscos eyebrows raising as his head shakes, hands on your hips,
“I’m not letting our daughter become a hoarder,” He states, “Besides, once Dante comes, that’ll be two times the toys,”
“I’m so glad this one’s a boy,” You sigh, breathlessly, head tilting up to look at your husband, “One girl, one boy. All I wanted,”
Cisco smiles, nose brushing yours, “Thank you for letting me name him after my brother,”
“You let me choose (D/N),” You smile back, “Only fair with the next one,”
Ciscos hands press to your stomach, lips brushing yours before a loud crash comes from your daughters room, Cisco jerking back to glance over his shoulder, where (D/N) now stood at the kitchens entrance, holding her toy Harry Potter wand now snapped in two,
Your daughters pout matches her tearful eyes, Cisco copying her pout as he moves up to her, lifting her so she sniffles and holds up the broken wand, “Daddy…”
“That’s okay,” Cisco murmurs, “We’ll use our magic glue to put it back together, it’ll make sure the wand doesn’t loose its magic, hm?”
(D/N) nods, fist rubbing her eye as you smile, taking the broken pieces before digging in an open box, thankful to find the super glue pretty easy. After putting the wand together and blowing the glue dry, you hand it back, causing her to giggle and wave it around.
“Have you figured out what toys you’re keeping, amor?” Cisco brushes her hair from her face, her hesitation causing you to laugh,
“I’ll take that as an shes keeping them all,” Cisco gives you a look, but rolls his eyes and smiles.
November 2020. three years after destruction.
“Hey guys!” Cecile’s smile when she opens the door is bright, opening it wider so you could step in, her hands out in a gimmie motion for the toddler in your arms,
“Your favorite has arrived,” You smile as Barry walks up, embracing you before turning to (D/N) at your leg, hands open so she reaches up and lets him pick her up,
“I think theyre more excited to see the kids rather than us,” Cisco speaks, setting down the large bag of presents he held behind the couch, laughing when Joe shakes his head and embraces you so tight you stutter on your breath,
“I’m excited to see you,” Joe states, you peeking your head out from his arm with a muffled “I can tell”, “We’ve missed you guys,”
“I’ve missed this little guy,” Cecile kisses Dante’s cheek so the near one year old giggles, your smile light as you watch your step-mother love on her grandson, “He’s gotten so big already!”
“(D/N)s starting to look too much like Cisco,” Iris hums, twirling a curl on (D/N)s cheek as Cisco fakes offense, accepting a small glass of wine from Caitlin,
“How’s Star City?” Wally asks you, as you settle on the couch while Cecile sits in the recliner, beginning to bounce Dante on her lap,
“It’s good,” You breathe, “Cisco and I both started our jobs, Felicity is loving being the babysitter,”
“How long are you guys staying for the holidays?”
“Uh, we’re hoping for a week,” You glance at Joe, “If that’s okay with you,”
“Stay as long as you need,” Joe raises his glass, gesturing to your two children, “As long as I get to spend time with my grandkids,”
“Oh, definitely,” Cisco slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, “I know my parents want us to visit with them but the rest of the week- they’re yours,”
Joes lips part to say something, but the door knocks, your eyes scanning the group wondering just who could be missing-
“Sorry we’re late, guys!” A male calls, you looking over your shoulder to see a tall man with glasses next to a Latina girl, both holding presents, “We have gifts!”
“Oh, Y/N, Cisco, this is Chester and Allegra,” Caitlin gestures, Allegra smiling as she rounds the couch,
“I heard a lot about you,” Allegra speaks, raising a box, “And your kids. I hope it’s okay I bought your daughter something,”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” You smile, watching her kneel in front of your daughter to hand her the box, eyes then shifting to Chester,
“Y/N Allen, right?”
“Born an Allen, yes,” You cackle, “But legally I’m a Ramon,”
“You’re the one who miraculously survived a stab to the chest. You’re awesome!”
The air falls tense, quick, Ciscos hand tightening on your shoulder as you send a weak smile, “Thanks. It wouldn’t have ended the way it did if it wasn’t thanks to Caitlin,”
“How’d you know Savitar was the one who did it? No one could see him but Barry!”
“O-kay!” Joe cuts it, noticing Ciscos irritated stare, “Let’s open gifts, hm?”
Shoving the ball of wrapping paper into a trash bag, you huff as you tie the bag shut. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable back there, did I?” You look up at Chesters entrance, smile light as you shake your head,
“No, no. It’s just, um, that whole thing was a really emotional experience,”
“How so? Besides, uh, worrying about surviving,” Chester closes his eyes, brows pinched, before reopening them,
“Uh, Barry-,” You pause, “Do you know?”
“About Barry being the Flash? Yeah!” Chester laughs, “Allegra and I, we’re part of Team Flash,”
You smile, quickly dropping it, “Barry went back in time by accident, and saw the whole thing revolving Savitar and I. Yeah we had a heads up, but originally I wasn’t supposed to make it,”
Chester frowns as you sigh. “It was six painful months of waiting. Cisco and I, we were both terrified. My daughter was only maybe two at the time, and I was so scared of leaving her,” You lift a shoulder, setting the trash bag to the side, “It was a miracle Caitlin was able to save me. Here I am three years later, with now two kids and almost completely healed,”
“I’m sorry I asked,”
“No, really, it’s okay,” You laugh, moving to walk around him, “It feels good talking about it again. It was a lot, still is, but I’m healing,”
Chester smiles, nodding, looking down at his phone which beeps, along with five other phones across the house.
“Dammit,” Barry mutters, glancing at Iris who already stands, “Meta attack downtown,”
“Aw yeah!” Chuck grins, “I’m in,”
“One holiday,” You roll your eyes, dropping back beside Cisco before picking up Jenna from her rocker, “One holiday without a meta ruining it, is all I ask,”
“You guys go ahead, we’ll stay here,” Joe insists, nodding to Cecile who had her own fun holding your son,
“We’ll be back!” Chester grins, winking, “In a Flash,”
“Don’t say that,” Barry whines, “Because every time you do, we end up being stuck out there for hours,”
You Know I Love You, Right? (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)
Eventual (Cisco Ramon x Kamilla)
Man I’ve been trying to get this posted since damn March of last year. This writers block ain’t no joke. Hope you enjoy this angsty shit with lots of tears.
Summary; After accidentally running to the future, Barry watches as Savitar kills his sister. Given months in advance, Barry and the team try to stop this supposed murder. When all else fails, Cisco is left to raise a child alone, years later finding someone who was willing to love both of them. In the process, his ex-wives doppelgänger shows up to help on a mission, bringing Cisco back to what it was like before she died, only to witness it all over again.
Pairings; Cisco Ramon x Wife! Reader , Barry Allen x Sister! Reader, Joe West x Daughter figure! Reader, Iris West x Friend! Reader, Caitlin Snow x Best Friend! Reader, Future Kamilla Wang x Cisco Ramon, Baby Ramon included.
Warnings; Death, blood, cursing, panic attack, crying, child with no mother, reader can teleport and child inherits her powers.
Word Count: 6K😳 my longest one chapter fic. THERE WILL BE AN ALTERNATE ENDING REPOST.
Translations;
“Que clase de flor es esa?” - “What kind of flower is that?”
“Girasol,” -“Sunflower,”
“Ser buena para Papa Joe,” - “Be good for Papa Joe,”
July, 2017, four months until destruction.
“Hey,”
A hand rests on your bare shoulder. You turn, smiling warmly at Barry Allen’s taller figure, “You look great,”
“Thanks,” Your breath is light, hands running down the front of your sweater-like dress, “Iris helped pick it out,”
Barry then glances over to said woman and the rest of the group, who, too, were dressed up from the event of HR attempting to reopen STAR Labs, “Hey,” He repeats, nodding his head over his shoulder, “I need to show you something,”
“Okay,” You nod back, glancing at your friends grouped together before following your friend at a slow pace, “What is it?”
Barry leads you into a hidden room. A room you recognize that used to be Eobard Thawnes, which worries you as to why he has brought you into the room of your old enemy.
With a click to the button on the single stand, Barry steps back to allow a projector to arise, showing both you and him an article, “Look at this,”
“The Flash vanishes after Crisis,” Your brows pinch as you glance to him, “I don’t understand. What am I looking at?”
“An article. From the future,” Barry starts, eyes flicking back up to the projector, “Look who wrote it,”
Your eyes move to follow his gaze, “Written by Iris West-Allen,” You lift your shoulders, “Okay? You and Iris get married. That’s wonderful, Bar,”
“No,” Barry shakes his head, “You originally wrote this article. Somethings changed,”
“Maybe I quit,” You sigh, reaching up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear, “I’ve been talking to Cait and Cisco about staying home with (Your/Daughter/Name), it’d make sense,”
“That’s not why it changed to Iris,” Barry can see your irritation as he leads on, your figure turning to face him as if urging him to hurry to his conclusion, “When I threw the Philosophers Stone into the Speed Force, I ran to the future,” He pauses to clench his jaw, “You die, Y/N. I-I saw it,”
“Die?” Your breath comes short, in disbelief as you look back to the article, “From what?”
“Savitar. He was holding you and he stabbed you. Right in front of the whole team,” Barry’s hand raises to his hair, tugging at the locks,
“How long?” Your eyes stare at the floor, hearing Barry’s hum of confusion before lifting your eyes to him, “How long until I die?”
“I won’t let that happen,” Barry steps up, hand at your arm as you clench your jaw, tears glossing your eyes, “I won’t. I swear on our parents lives, I will protect you,”
Your hands wipe at your eyes, hard, “We have to tell the others. I can’t stand to be one of the only ones that knows when we can try to stop it but- what if we don’t?”
“We will,” Barry breathes, “I promise, Y/N. I- we will do whatever it takes,”
“I hope you’re right,” You step back, out the hidden door and to the Cortex and to where Cisco instantly questioned your reddened face.
. . .
“So… all this happened while you were in the Speed Force?” Caitlins questions breaks the silence of the cortex. You can see the gears turning in everyone’s heads. Processing it.
You still haven’t.
“When I threw the Stone in, I went four months into the future. That gives us four months to figure out what needs to be changed and how we can stop him,” Barry exhales, looking to you where you leaned against the Control Panel in silence,
“Y/N?” Cisco speaks up, so you raise your eyes to him across the Cortex. “What’s going through your head?”
You lift a hand, waving it in front of your face with a pinch of your brows, “I’m fine. I think,” You bare down on your teeth at a lump that forms in your throat, “I need a second,”
The team watches as you depart from the Cortex in quick steps. Cisco worriedly follows after you while Barry rubs a hand down his face,
“Hey,” Cisco’s hand catches your wrist, twirling you to face him at the same time you cough out a weak breath, “Hey. Look at me,”
Your eyes look up at him on demand. Blurred with tears, you attempt to clear your vision as his hands raise to your face, wiping the tears from your skin, “You’re allowed to be scared. It’s okay,”
“I’m sorry,” Your whisper is harsh, hiccuping, “I don’t want this to happen. I can’t leave her,”
“We’re gonna figure this out,” He reassures, eyes on yours as his thumbs wiped below your eyes, “I promise,”
You nod, eyes shut when he rests his forehead against yours. His hand raises to the back of your head, hearing his best friend call behind him so you pulled away and wiped your face,
“HR thinks if we go back to the place I saw it,” Barry starts, watching you flinch at the mention, “We can find details that may help us change the future,”
“And how’re we supposed to do that?” Cisco asks, tiredly, “Go back into the speed force?”
Barry’s nod is slow, “You might be able to help,”
“I’m gonna go home,” You sigh, raising your hand to your forehead as Cisco turns back to you, “It’s late. It’s a lot, I think I just need sleep, and I need to see (D/N),”
“I’ll let you know what we find,” Cisco murmurs, pecking your lips before staring at you for a mere second, “I love you,”
“I love you too,” Your smile is weak before you teleport from their vision, Cisco exhaling a deep breath before turning to face his brother in law, “Let’s do this.”
September, 2017, two months until destruction.
Cisco steps into a silent apartment. He drops his keys on the counter with a tired sigh, turning to face the inside of his home.
He sees you sitting in silence. One lamp is on, while you sit on the kitchen counter, hot mug in hand.
He sees the tremble in your hands. As quick as you sip the tea, you set it down, Cisco by now having reached you and stood between your legs,
“Hi,” Your whisper is tired, exhausted, shaking fingers sliding to his sides as his own hold your face, pressing one, two slow kisses to your lips, holding you against him, “Anything?”
Ciscos head shakes weakly. He leans back to look at you, eyes glossy as they searched your face.
Your eyes flicker up to the ceiling upon the rise of tears, exhaling so Ciscos arms slid to hold your waist, gently tugging you towards the edge of the counter, “C’mon,” His murmur is soft, your eyes immediately looking to his face, “Let’s go to bed,”
“Just stay,” Your whisper back is just as quiet, eyes meeting his as he pauses, your hands at his shoulders, “For a second. Please,”
Ciscos nod is short, fully embracing you as your arms tighten around his shoulders and neck, foreheads meeting as your eyes shut. Ciscos thumbs brush your hips beneath your shirt, tilting his head up just enough to press his lips between your brows,
“You know I love you, right?”
“I know,” Your fingers curl in his hair, opening your eyes as he looks down at you, “I love you, too. So, so much, Cisco,”
Cisco ducks down to press a long kiss to your lips, hand holding your chin in place before he pulls back, slowly, lifting you enough to set your feet on the ground, leading you to your shared bedroom, mindful of the toddler sleeping across the hall.
October, 2017, one month until destruction.
“Here’s what I quite don’t understand,”
HRs sudden voice drags everyone’s attention to him. The man stands with a hand to his chin, before he directs it to point to you, “Of all outcomes we have seen, Miss Ramon doesn’t use her powers of- what is it- teleportation, in any of them. Why’s that?”
“The downside to my powers is my emotions effect how I use them,” You explain, quietly, “If I’m stressed or scared, I can’t use them at all. If I’m sad, even really really happy, they glitch and I can teleport anywhere,”
“When I proposed, she teleported to Canada,” Cisco lightens, your smile light as you look at him.
“I have to really be able to focus on my powers for them to work properly. It’s why I almost never use them. This whole thing with Savitar, I’m so stressed I can’t use my powers even if I tried,”
HR nods, eyes drifting in thought. Then what was the purpose of your powers?
He’s realized, there was none.
November, 2017, one week until destruction.
You stand in silence. Your daughter lies curled against your shoulder, dark hair sprawled over her forehead and thumb barely hanging from her mouth.
“Baby,” Ciscos murmur is quiet, your eyes opening to see him now in front of you, one hand at your arm while the other curls (D/N)s hair from her shut eyes,
“You’ve been standing here for a while. You want me to take her?” Cisco extends his hands, questioningly, your eyes fluttering with tears as you shake your head, hand raising to cradle your daughters head.
“I’m so scared, Cisco,” You move your hand to cover your mouth, muffling your violent sniffle, “I don’t want her growing up without a mom. I won’t get to watch her grow up,”
“Hey,” Ciscos eyes are glossy as he steps up, arm wrapping around your shoulders to pull you against his chest, mindful of your child in the middle. His hand slides into your hair, sighing against your forehead, “We’re going to figure everything out, baby,”
You move to the side to lay your child in her crib, twisting to press yourself back into Ciscos front so his arms tightly wound around you, nose in your neck in search for his own comfort.
November 2017, the day before destruction.
You find yourself wide awake. Eyes staring up at the ceiling, you listen to the slight shuffle of Cisco closing your daughters bedroom door, then your own as he moved into the room.
Ciscos quiet as he slides into bed next to you, his arm instantly sliding around your shoulders so you scoot to press yourself against his front, head ducking beneath his chin.
Ciscos exhale is deep, free hand pressed to the back of your head as he presses his lips to the crown of your hair, hearing your sniffle muffle against his shirt. “I’ve got you, baby,” His murmur is breathy, fingers knotted in your hair. “You’re okay,”
Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, hiccup loud against the silent bedroom as Ciscos fingers tighten their grip in your hair, free arm around your shoulders to hold you against him.
“I’m sorry,” You lean back, Ciscos eyes flicking across your face as you wipe your eyes, “I’m been so emotional instead of helping you guys figure out how to stop all this shit from happening, and-,”
“And you’re allowed to be,” Cisco murmurs, hand curling a piece of your hair behind your ear. Ciscos jaw clenches, “We’re allowed to be emotional,”
Your hands find their place at each side of his face, pulling him down so his lips meet yours, breathlessly. Ciscos hand slides to grasp your hip, his sniffle causing you to lean back and wipe the tear beneath his eye.
“I love you, you know that, right?” You repeat his words, Cisco smiling despite the tremble in his lip as he nods.
“I love you, too,”
Late November, 2017, the day of destruction.
Time falls still. Team Flash all stand frozen in terror. It happened. It really happened.
Savitar won. All those months trying to change the future was a fail. He knew it.
Cisco’s shout is what drags Barry to speed up and catch your near falling figure. Blood already stained your jacket, body limp against his suited form as he panicked for his best friend.
His sister.
“Y/N!” Cisco’s terrified cry gets closer as his footsteps skid, dropping down at your other side to pull you from Barry’s grasp, “Hey! Hey, baby!”
Tearing his goggles from his face, Cisco’s eyes brim red as his gloved hand held your face to look up at him, your own eyes hazy from exhaustion, but wide in terror.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Cisco’s thumb brushes over the skin, eyes flicking back and forth across your face, “Stay awake for me, okay? Can you- can you stay awake?”
“Cisco-?” Your lips part in a wheezed breath, lifting your head in an attempt to look at the damage, but Ciscos hand tightens at your jaw, shaking his head as he sniffles.
“No, no. Look at me. Look at me,” His pleas are weak, free hand pressed to the wound so you hiss, “You’re okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,”
Your head shakes, barely, blinking away the black spots but only causing more. “Take care of our baby, Cisco. Pl-please,”
“You’re gonna be okay,” Cisco begs, Barry’s chest tightening along with his stomach, sure he was going to puke from the nerves. “I’m right here,”
Your eyelids droop, Cisco shaking his head for the thousandth time, “No. No, no,”
Barry can feel his chest caving in. He failed. He knew it. Iris’ hand comes to his shoulder, worried, but he yanks it free, speeding off in fear of facing the now single father.
December 1st, 2017. The day after destruction.
“Kiss mama bye bye,”
Cisco can feel all eyes on him. But his attention focuses on the toddler in his arms, both of them staring at the casket in front of them.
Cisco raises his hand to pat his lips in a kiss, waiting for (D/N) to copy before he leans down, pressing his hand to the wood of the casket. “Kiss mama bye bye,”
(D/N) pats her hand hard on the casket, Cisco standing straight with a teary smile. “There you go,”
His daughter manages to catch the tear that slides down Ciscos cheek, propping her arm on his shoulder to twirl his hair around her small hand, “Why sad?”
“I’m not sad, sweetheart,” Cisco wipes his chin, then brushes his hand over (D/N)s head to push hair from her eyes, “I’m just missing mama, that’s all,”
“She coming back?” (D/N) glances down at the casket before the group around her, thumb now in her mouth to gnaw on.
“I don’t know, baby,” Cisco hates this. He doesn’t know what to tell her.
He inhales a deep breath when Caitlin walks up, her hand squeezing his arm with her own watery smile towards the little girl.
“Are you hungry, mi amor?” Cisco murmurs to the toddler, who only stared at her godmother and reached out to her. Caitlin giggles tearfully as she takes the child, eyes focusing back on Cisco who swallows.
“I’ve got her,” Caitlin promises, Cisco nodding as his jaw clenches, immediately looking over to see Joe and Barry.
“This hurts,” Ciscos breath is airy, voice strained, “So fucking much. We’ve been preparing for the worse since damn six months ago and-,”
“You’re never prepared for it,” Joe speaks, Cisco raising his hands to his face to wipe his eyes, “But all you can do is be there for that little girl,”
“What am I supposed to tell her?” Cisco doesn’t mean to give an attitude, but his emotions are in a whirlwind and his chest is caving. “‘Sorry that you were born into a world where meta humans and evil doppelgängers live that killed your mother’? That’ll go well,”
“Cisco,” Barry tries, quietly, but Cisco shakes his head, eyes now on him.
“Go back,” Ciscos plea doesn’t go unnoticed, “Go back in time. Figure out a way to save her,”
“You know I can’t do that,” Barry’s voice breaks, Ciscos eyebrows pinching,
“You did it for your mom!” Ciscos voice raises, Caitlin worriedly looking over from across the lot, “You did it for your dad! But your sister dies and she’s not worth it,”
“I won’t do it because if I don’t fix it, the timeline could be altered, again,” Barry steps forward, Joe calling for him, “Someone else could be killed. Someone could never exist, your daughter could never exist, there’s too many risks!”
“But you have to try,” Ciscos eyes are brimmed red by now, chest heaving as Barry is forced to watch his best friend break down, “You have to try and bring her back, please. (D/N) lost her mom, Barry,”
“I know, and I’m sorry,” A hot tear slides down Barrys cheek, Cisco shaking his head as he steps back, “Cisco-,”
“Don’t,” Cisco moves back towards Caitlin, hands out to take his daughter again.
“Let me drive you,” Caitlin offers, Cisco nodding as (D/N) curls into his shoulder, his eyes pinching shut at her small embrace.
December 25th, 2017. 26 days after destruction.
“Hey! You made it,” Joes smile is wide when he opens the front door to his house, Cisco and (D/N) in front of him.
Cisco smiles in greet, looking down at (D/N) who held a box, jumping as she held it up to her grandfather. “Papa Joe!”
Cisco takes the box from her to let Joe pick her up, stepping into the house to ruffle the snow from his hair. “If you can’t tell, (D/N) wrapped this for you,”
“You did?” Joe takes the box in his free arm, looking down at it then the toddler, “What is it?”
“You open it, Papa Joe,” (D/N) wraps her arms around Joes neck as he leads her further into the house, where the rest of the group greets the two new arrivals with cheers.
Cisco is greeted by Caitlin almost immediately, her smile warm as she looks him over, “You doing okay?”
“Physically? She’s got a sleeping schedule down to let me sleep a full eight hours,” Cisco jokes, weakly, eyebrows lifting, “Mentally? I’m hanging in there,”
“You know if you ever need me to take her for a day or two I can,” Caitlin reminds, Cisco nodding as his eyes drift to the near two year old.
“I know. But I feel like she needs me. It’s still all new with just us two, so…”
“And that’s okay,” Caitlin ends the conversation to watch (D/N) pat the box she had wrapped, Joe heaving her onto his lap before the box, pulling the bow loose to open the box.
“A picture!” Joe gives the toddler excitement, pulling a piece of paper from the unnecessary box, scanning it, “Who’s all these people?”
As (D/N) begins to list off each member of team flash, everyone else begins to pass around gifts. “This is daddy and mama,” Cisco looks up at this. He remembers seeing her draw every member, but not you. “Mama has ring ‘bove her head cause daddy says she’s a angel,”
“A halo, sweetheart,” Cisco moves to sit next to Joe, pulling (D/N) onto his own lap, “And she is,”
“Well it’s wonderful,” Joe pinches (D/N)s cheek, lifting a box at his feet to hand to her, “Now be very careful unwrapping this one, there’s something special in here,”
Cisco helps (D/N) unwrap the paper carefully like Joe demanded, (D/N) reaching in to pull out a small stuffed bear, older but looking clean nothing less,
“This was your mamas when she was little,” Joe states, Cisco staring down at the plush toy to see your initials on the tie of the bear, “Little bit older than you, but it was hers,”
Cisco smiles at Joe, thankfully, when (D/N) hugs the bear to her chest, holding it up for Cisco to see.
“There’s something for you, too,” Joe informs to Cisco, eyeing the box so Ciscos brows pinch, reaching in like (D/N) had done, pulling out a smaller box. Lifting the lid, he stares down at the gold necklace, on the chain being the first promise ring Cisco had given you when you first began dating.
“I know you don’t wear jewelry,” Joe begins, “But she left it when she moved out and I thought you should have it,”
“Are you kidding?” Cisco swallows the lump in his throat with a small laugh, clasping the necklace around his neck before tucking it under his sweater, “Thank you, Joe,”
Joe nods once, clapping his hands as he stands, lifting (D/N), “Alright, who’s hungry?”
July 2021, three years since destruction.
“I’ve met someone,”
Caitlin instantly looks up at this. Cisco stares at his computer screen, hesitantly looking up to see Caitlin and Barry’s reactions.
“That’s great,” Caitlin breathes, “What’s her name?”
“Kamilla,” Cisco exhales, leaning back in his seat, “I’ve known her for a couple of weeks, now, but-,”
“But you’re scared,” Caitlin tilts her head, “And that’s completely understandable, Cisco,”
“I should be fine,” Cisco sits up, refusing to look at Barry, “Y/Ns been gone for three years, now. But-,”
Again, Caitlin cuts him off, “But you’re worried about (D/N),”
“I’m worried about (D/N),” Cisco confirms, “I don’t want her to think I’m replacing Y/N. Because I’m not! Y/N…” Cisco pauses to swallow, standing up to pace in front of his two best friends,
“Y/N was there since- everything! Since Thawne, since Zoom. She liked everything I loved and I loved her. So much I married her and we had a kid,” Cisco faces the two, eyes glossy, “I still think about her when I wake up, how (D/N) still doesn’t know what truly happened to her mom and how when Kamilla finds out, if we even went further-,”
“Take a breath,” Caitlin places her hands at Ciscos arms, “Kamilla will understand when she finds out, when you’re comfortable enough to tell her,” Caitlin’s lips press together, “You’re never going to fully get over Y/N. She was your first love, and that’s okay. No one’s rushing you to fall in love with someone else. That’s something you choose in your own time,”
Cisco stares at Caitlin, eyes flicking to Barry. Barry nods, smiling warmly. “I want my niece to have a mother figure. And I trust you that you’ll choose the right one capable for that,”
Ciscos shoulders deflate, nose scrunching, “Should I introduce them?”
“I would let Kamilla at least know that Y/Ns no longer here,” Caitlin hesitates, “But I think they would both love that,”
August 2021, three years after destruction.
“So this is the girl you’ve talked nonstop about,”
(D/N) looks up in alarm at the new voice. She sits next to Cisco at the corner booth in Jitters, staring at the coloring page before Kamilla makes an appearance.
“That she is,” Cisco smiles, brushing a curl out of (D/N)s face, “Kamilla, this is (D/N). (D/N), this is Kamilla,”
“Are you my daddy’s girlfriend?” The five year old tilts her head, Kamilla eyes flicking to Cisco so he winced, Kamillas lips pulling into a small smile,
“Only if I have your permission,” Kamilla sits down across of the two, Cisco curiously looking down at his daughter beside him. (D/N) jabs a crayon onto the page, coloring in one of the sunflowers at the bottom of the page.
“Daddy talks a lot about you,” (D/N) glances up at Kamilla, as if looking her up and down. “It’s a yes from me,”
“Very good vocabulary,” Kamillas eyebrows raise as she looks at Cisco, who smiles behind his Jitters cup.
“I’ve been trying to get her to learn some Spanish, too, for when she’s with my parents. (D/N),” He pauses to point at the flower she was coloring, “Que clase de flor es esa?”
(D/N) pauses as she looks to Cisco for help, before she blinks, “Girasol,”
“Sunflower, buena,” Cisco grins as Kamilla giggles,
“You’re gonna need to teach me some, how’s that sound?”
“I can try,” (D/N) smiles as she tilts her head bashfully, picking up her cup of chocolate milk to sip the drink.
Kamilla looks at Cisco, “She looks a lot like you. You did good,”
Cisco smiles, looking down at the child for what seemed to be the thousandth time. “She’s got a lot of her moms looks. Personality, though? All me,”
“Mama used to say I was her clone,” (D/N) grins, nonchalantly shrugging a shoulder, “Mama died when I was a baby,”
Ciscos lips press together, sighing through his nose as Kamilla frowns. “I’m sorry to hear that. I bet she was a wonderful lady,”
(D/N) looks up at Cisco. “Is Papa Joe still coming?”
Kamillas brows pinch, Cisco looking at her. “Barrys dad is coming to pick her up. I just wanted you two to meet before he did,”
“That’s okay,” Kamilla smiles, spotting Joe walking towards the three before she reaches a hand out to (D/N), “It was very nice to meet you, (D/N). We still up for that Spanish lesson?”
“Only if you can keep up,” (D/N) pats Kamillas hand in a high five before turning to Joe, reaching up so Joe took the sign to pick her up.
“I’ll bring her back by the apartment tomorrow morning,” Joe informs, smiling to Kamilla in greet as Cisco nods.
“Ser buena para Papa Joe, okay?” Cisco points to (D/N), who nods, “I love you,” He looks to Joe, “Thanks for taking her,”
Joe nods, waving before he turns to leave the cafe, Kamillas eyes then looking back at Cisco, “I like her,”
October 2021, three years after destruction.
“(D/N), we’re gonna be late, amor, please,”
Cisco finds himself squatted in the middle of his kitchen. His daughter stands feet in front of him, pout on her face and arms crossed, dressed in mixed matched clothes that proved she dressed herself.
“I wanna wear this!” She pleas, curly black hair shaking as she hops on her feet. She wore a neon green sweater, while red and black checkered pants hugged her legs, one foot with a pink sandal while the other displayed a winter boot,
“Baby, it’s almost eighty degrees, you’re going to burn up,” Cisco rises to his full height to step towards his daughter, but she shakes her head, startling Cisco by vanishing out of thin air.
“Holy shit,” Cisco whirls around, shoulders dropping in relief to find (D/N) had teleported to the front door of the apartment, hand on the doorknob.
“We’re gonna be late!” She yells, as if she didn’t just teleport herself across the kitchen, already opening the door with a giggle,
“(D/N), hold on,” Cisco calls, catching her arm before kneeling down again, hands brushing her frizzy hair from her face, “How’d you get yourself across the room?”
(D/N) shrugs a shoulder, head tilted, “Papa Joe said mama had powers, I do too!”
Cisco cant help but blink. When did she find this out? “Okay,” Cisco heaves a deep breath, sticking his hands out to lift her up, “Please let me change you into decent clothes. I can’t have you overheating,”
“Can I wear my Spider-Man dress?”
“Sure. Yeah, you can wear your Spider-Man dress,”
November 2021, three years since destruction.
“So, (D/N) can teleport now,”
Caitlin blinks. That’s new. “What?” Barry’s question is heaved, eyes on his best friend standing with his arms crossed, “How’s that even possible?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out myself,” Cisco throws his arms out, eyes on Caitlin in a plea, “Can Dark Matter become genetic?”
“I’ve never heard of a meta child,” Caitlin hums, “But her powers are the same as Y/Ns, so it’s the only thing to make sense,”
“But, Jenna didn’t get Cecile’s powers,” Cisco shakes his head,
“That we know of,” Caitlin states, “Jenna’s still a baby. She can’t even talk yet. (D/N)s in that stage where shes developed more. How’d you find out anyway?”
“She teleported across the kitchen this morning,” Cisco sighs, hand at his temple, “Freaked out because I wouldn’t let her leave dressed like- she dressed herself. Teleported to the door before I could reach her,”
“Baby super hero?” Barry teases, shoulders up suggestingly
“Absolutely not!” Cisco demands, “I’m not putting my five year old on the field, dude,”
“I was kidding!” Barry laughs, “But, seriously. We’re going to have to train her to not just teleport whenever she wants. She does it in front of the wrong people and she could be in danger,”
“Yeah, thanks for calming my thoughts, man,” Cisco groans, “What if her powers work the same way Y/Ns did? Y/Ns powers reacted depending on her emotions. It’s likely to happen with (D/N), too,”
“That’s why we need to train her,” Caitlin soothes, “I’m sure everything will be fine. She’s got the best coaches to train her,”
December 2021, one week until destruction strikes again.
“Thanks for coming to our Earth to help, Y/N,”
Your doppleganger turns to smile at Barry. “Of course. Ramsey was a hard one for us to deal with, but I’m hoping to help you guys take him a little easier than we did,”
“There’s something I should tell you before you meet the team,” Barry’s wrings his hands together, “The you from this Earth, you died,”
“Oh,” You flick your eyes down, glancing to the side. “How?”
“Savitar,” Barry sighs, noticing the surprise on your face, “Is there a Savitar on your earth, too?”
“Was, but yeah,” You nod, rubbing your forehead. “We lost someone too from him. Originally it was supposed to be Iris, but HR took her place. Technology that helped him look like her, and,” You sigh, “Yeah,”
Barry nods, “Ciscos going to react when he sees you. You’ve been gone four years this month, which is terrible timing for us needing you, but,”
“I have to ask,” You plea, “Do we have a kid on this Earth too?”
“You do, yeah,” Barry rubs the side of his face, “(D/N),”
You nod, curling your arms to cross, “We named her (D/N), too. Guess all Earths aren’t so different after all,” You clear your throat, “Let’s get this over with,”
“You gonna be okay?” Barry questions, your nod light before you follow him into the entrance of the Cortex, where Barry clears his throat to gain the attention of five members.
Wally is the first to speak, “Holy shit,”
“I know this might be a surprise,” Barry starts, your chin tilting down when Ciscos eyes begin to burn from staring at you. “But we could really use her help with Ramsey,”
“Of all people, bringing her doppelgänger was the answer?” Cisco now speaks up, your eyes flicking up to him as he stands, “I’ll be in my lab,”
“Cisco,” Barry pleas, your hand raising as you frown,
“Let me talk to him,”
By the time you make it to Ciscos lab- which looked exactly like his on your earth- he has already sat down and stared at a project. “Cisco,”
“I don’t want you in here,”
“Cisco, Barry told me,” You state, “About the me from this earth,”
“Great, so you know that I don’t want you here,”
“Cisco, I understand-,” “No you don’t!” The man stands up almost as quick as he’s sat down, turning to stare at you, actually look at you, “You don’t understand. You look just like her,”
Cisco turns to run his hand through his hair, turning back around, “This isn’t some joke,”
“I didn’t say it was,”
Cisco forces a laugh, eyes gleaming from his labs lighting, head tilting back, “You died in front of me when I told you everything would be okay. I told you we would figure it out and instead you died that night,”
Your arms cross again, letting the man reveal his four year hidden feelings, “And now my daughter has no mom because I lied to you. We didn’t figure it out,”
“You can’t hold onto that guilt forever, Cisco,”
“How can I not?!” Ciscos shout startles you, “How can I not be guilty when you died because I lied to you? We spent six months trying to find ways to save you and every single outcome we had failed. You died, Y/N, and now I’m spilling my emotions to my ex-wives doppelgänger,”
Ciscos hands raise to his head, tugging at the strands as his eyes pinch shut, head ducking down with a heavy exhale.
You swallow. Stepping up, closer to him, you reach out to pull one arm down from his hair, “I’m gonna hug you, okay?”
Ciscos sniffle is loud as he nods, his arms wounding around your shoulders as yours loop around his back, feeling Cisco exhale into your hair.
“I’m so sorry,” Cisco murmurs, your eyes shutting as your bodies lightly swayed, “I’ve tried so hard to be there for her, but she looks just like you and I can’t-,”
“I know,” You sigh, own eyes glossy. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Cisco,”
Cisco shakes his head, arms tightening around you as his chin props on top of your head, “How did we save you on your Earth?”
Cisco leans back, wiping his hands across his face with a deep sigh. “I needed that,” He mumbles, dropping his hands to look at you, “The hug. The last time I saw you, you were dying in my arms. I just… It’s hard,”
“I know,” You murmur, eyes flicking downwards to his chest, staring at the necklace around his neck, “You kept it,”
Cisco instantly looks down, clutching the ring on the chain in his hand, “Joe gave it to me the first Christmas after. Along with your old teddy bear for (D/N),”
“Oh, God, he actually kept it?” You laugh with a roll of your eyes, Ciscos smile light as he chuckles, “Hope he doesn’t pop up with it for my (D/N),”
Cisco blinks, “You named her (D/N), too?”
“Of course,” You smile, “We thought of that name before kids were even in the question, remember?”
Cisco smiles, nodding. “Thank you,” He sighs, “I’m sorry for blowing up on you,”
“It was understandable,” You point, “I’d freak if my Ciscos doppelgänger showed up unannounced too,”
Cisco heaves a breath through his nose, eyes staring at you, “She has your powers,” He whispers, head shaking with a weak laugh, “And I don’t know how to help her control them,”
“That’s something we don’t share between Earths,” You hum, Ciscos brows furrowing, “My (D/N) actually has your vibes,”
“Seriously? But I got rid of my powers!” Cisco whines, your laugh light as you nod,
“Trust me, Cisco on my Earth was not happy either,” You pinch your brows, “But, I may be able to help you with your (D/N),”
Ciscos eyes widen in slight panic, “You can’t see her,” His head shakes, “It’ll mess with her head, she knows you’re-,”
“Cisco, calm down,” You raise your hands, moving to his desk to grab his notepad, “I’ll write tips down for you. I’d never do anything to expose myself to my daughter who lost me,” You pause your writing, eyes looking at him, “I promise after everything with Ramsey is handled, I’ll leave,”
Cisco nods, rolling his jaw in thought, “Thank you for being here,”
“I’m sorry for being here,” You answer, “I know it’s hard. I never meant to break the healing you were doing. I just wanted to help my brother in any way or on any Earth that I could,”
“And I appreciate it,” Cisco states, “Even if you aren’t our Y/N, I promise to make sure you get safely back to your Earth,”
You smile, lifting the notepad before handing it to him, stepping to the side to exit his lab.
January, 2022, destruction strikes again.
“She didn’t make it off the table,”
The team of six stand in silence. Cisco feels the emotions all over again, but this time he feels numb at the same time.
Leant forward on the control panel, Ciscos eyes stare towards the lab where you were taken. Ramsey had won. Another one was lost.
“Someone should go to Earth 9 to let her team know,” Iris speaks, hesitantly, eyes on Cisco as his eyes shut, pinched.
Just like four years ago, you had died in front of him again. He knew it wasn’t you, but the emotions were just as hard.
“I can go,” Barry murmurs, Cisco pushing off the desk at the same time to turn around, exiting the Cortex in quick steps.
When Kamilla finds him in his lab, he is staring at the notepad on his desk. “What’re you thinking about?”
Ciscos eyes flutter, glossy as he drops his head, sighing, “How I lied to her again,” He lifts his head, looking at the woman beside him, eyes brimmed red, “I promised her I’d get her back home after Ramsey was dealt with. But-,”
Cisco sinks down into the chair behind him, hands over his face. His hands drop, eyes watching as Kamilla sits in front of him.
“I’m sorry,” He speaks, hands rubbing together, “I thought it’d be easier this time. She wasn’t even our Y/N, and yet,” Cisco shakes his head, hand over his jaw.
“Her team is going to find out she didn’t make it,” His knee bounces, exhaling, “God, her (D/N) doesn’t have a mom now, either,”
“Tell me about her,” Kamilla speaks, softly, Ciscos brows pinched as he looks up at her, “Your Y/N,”
Cisco hesitates, and Kamilla states it’s because with her now helping raise your daughter- Kamilla knew almost nothing about you to talk to your daughter about.
“We met through Barry,” Cisco starts, hands fidgeting together, “She was his twin sister. After Barry got struck by lightning Y/N ran to STAR Labs freaking out- we almost had to kick her out because she barged in unannounced,”
Cisco cracks a smile. “She became a part of Team Flash with us after we learned about Barry’s powers. She was the next one to come up with powers, when we threw a surprise party for her-,” Cisco heaves a weak laugh, “-We scared her so bad she literally just vanished in thin air, turned out she teleported to Spain and managed to teleport herself back to the labs,”
“We started dating and got married in the same year,” Cisco rolls his eyes, “But I loved her. I knew she was the one and I didn’t want to chance letting her go,”
Kamilla notices his eyes start to distance as he stared at his hands, “She had (D/N), and not even a year later was when we found out about Savitar. It was killing her, because she knew she wouldn’t get to watch our baby grow up,”
At his rough sniffle, Kamilla rolls her chair up in front of him to wrap her arms around his shoulders, his head resting against her chest. “It’s why I wanted to get rid of my powers so quickly,” Cisco breathes, Kamilla brushing a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to chance (D/N) losing her dad, too. Not after I promised to Y/N I’d protect our daughter,”
“Do you remember what we talked about?” Kamilla hums, Cisco slightly leaning back, “About stepping back from all of it?”
Cisco nods, Kamilla tilting her head, “I think it’s time we do that. But only if you’re ready to,”
A long pause, Cisco looking up at her with a single nod, “I’m ready to,”
