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huge-enthusiast · 3 years

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Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!

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btsmakesmehappy · 3 years

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Sweet Scent | 4

Genre: Agent au. Colleague au. Mutual pining. Angst with Fluff at the end

Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x Forensic Doctor!reader

Word Count: 10k

Rating: 18+ (M)

Warning: reader feels a little insecure. reader is held on a gun point. (Not too explicit) violence. Guns. Reader and JK are hurt. Angsty with fluffly ending. I think it’s all? (Please tell me if I miss something!)

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | completed

Summary: Why does he always look so nervous in front of you? Is it because of your excessive flirting? But how come you don’t tease him when he looks so incredibly cute every time he blushes?

Series Masterlist: The Company

A/N: Thank you for @arizonapoppy for betareading mine. You’re the best! Also the next part (sequel/drabble) will be posted next year just so the timeline makes more sense. So the next update will be the other member <3 Hope you enjoy!

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A knock on the door made you turn your head in confusion. You’re not expecting anyone right now. It’s almost nine o’clock in the night, and the building should be emptied by now, it’s past the office-hours.

Maybe a new case?

With the thought of that, your smile was beaming. You rose from the chair quickly and walked to the door. It’s the person behind the door that made you thank God that you decided to stay late at the Company.

Jeon Jungkook.

It’s been a month since you saw him in the firing range. You’re hoping to meet him again somewhere in the building, especially the cafeteria (because there is some information that you’d find him there), but you’ve never got the chance. The funniest thing was the other colleagues always found him there, except you. It’s just like destiny didn’t want you to meet him.

You believed in destiny. You believed in the universe.

You believed in the fall-in-love -at-the-first-sight. You believed in there’s sparks when you grazed someone's hand. You believed in the fallen books when you bumped the one in the corner of the street. You believed in the stranger sitting beside you on the plane while you’re travelling.

But unluckily for you, that’s never happened.

Still, you tried to believe in destiny, hoping to get some of it in your life.

After a month sitting in the cafeteria, waiting to bump a certain someone there, you’re getting tired of waiting for destiny. Well, even though you’d met him, would you still call it destiny? Weren’t you forcing it?

Which is why, it’s so weird how the universe just sent him to you that day. The day when you skipped washing your hair for the four days because you overslept and you’d tie it into a bun anyway. The day when your eyebrow pencil suddenly went missing. The day when you ate tomato pasta and dropped it on your shirt, leaving your white shirt with a huge red stain on the chest.

Why should it be that day?

Maybe the universe hated you.

“Y/N, right?”

His voice rang like a church bell, ringing through your ears and shaking your entire body. It’s almost magical that he sounded like an angel, and you longed him.

You couldn’t remember how long you looked at him, as his face turned red and uncomfortable. “He-Hello?” He timidly asked.

You shook your head quickly, “Ah, sorry. What can I do for you?” You opened the door widely as you gestured to him to come inside.

But Jungkook stayed in his spot, outside the doorway. He lowered his head to look at the paper in his hand, refusing to look at your eyes. “I need a report from the Ahn case.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning to the door frame. “About that, I don’t think it will be done by tomorrow. As you know Doctor Lee is still sick, so there’s no one to finalize the report.”

Jungkook bites his lips and sighed. “Yeah, I heard. Can you just- you know what, nevermind. Thank you.”

He bowed to you slightly and walked away. Even his body was that bulky, you could see how tired he was from behind. And somehow it hit a soft spot in your heart.

And maybe, you just wanted to be with him.

“Hey!” You yelled, he turned his back to you in confusion. “Do you want to see the report for a bit?”

Three days.

Three days you rejected every call from Jungkook. Three days you ignored all the knocks at the door from him. Three days you deleted all the messages he sent without even reading them. Three days.

And by Friday, you’re back to work, only because your days off are over. And unfortunately for you, Jungkook knows it too. It’s about time for you two to meet each other. It’s about time for you to stop avoiding him.

So, on that same day, you wake earlier than usual, leaving your apartment earlier than usual, but still go to work as late as you can. You hide at the bakery near the Company, eating a chocolate croissant, drawing it out by pulling it into flakey pieces, procrastinating.

You still can’t meet him yet. You don’t want to.

You walk as fast as you can to the elevator when you arrive at the Company. You look left and right as you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for the elevator. This elevator is taking so long.

“Y/N!”

You tense as you hear your name, looking timidly to the source of the voice. Please don’t be Jungkook, please. And when you look at the man standing behind you, you sigh in relief. “Hey, Jimin. What’s up?”

“How are you doing? Why do you look so pale? See a ghost?” Jimin asks while resting his arm on your shoulder.

You laugh awkwardly. “Ah really? Maybe just from the lack of sleep.”

He looks at you weirdly. “You literally had days off, why did you have a lack of sleep?”

You clear your throat, there is no way you would tell him about what happened and how it bothered your sleep so much. How his best friend and colleague is the reason for your tiredness. “Just some Netflix. Catching some dramas.”

“Really? What drama did you watch?” He asks excitedly.

“Uhh. Itaewon Class?” You let it slip your mouth. You don’t even know what the drama is about, only heard the title from Sehun a week ago.

Jimin looks at you with widened eyes and takes a step backward. “Well, I shouldn’t be too close with you then. I don’t want to be spoiled. I haven’t watched all of the episodes.”

You smile. “Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t.” In the corner of your eyes you can see a familiar man walking to both of you, a man that you want to avoid. Somehow in the middle of a busy lobby, your eyes were still drawn to Jungkook. He still doesn’t see you, which is good news. Checking the elevator, you hiss softly because it is still on the eleventh floor. Too long. “Anyway, I’m gonna have a call first. See you later!” You walk away from Jimin, without spending another glance. You need to get out of there, fast.

You still can’t see him yet.

Lucky for you, you decided to wear sneakers today. At least you can run four flights of stairs without being afraid of sprained ankles.

“Hey Kook!” Jimin calls and waves excitedly. “Overslept?”

Jungkook smiles weakly. “You can say that.” Lie. In fact, he woke up earlier than usual and he went to your apartment, and after two hours of waiting in front of your apartment like a persistent stalker, he finally realized that you’d already left the apartment. But Jimin doesn’t need to know that.

Jimin nods in understanding. “Oh, you know who’s come back to the Company? Y/N! Apparently her days off have ended. Actually, she was here just now.”

“Really?” Jungkook asks with widened eyes. “Where is she now?”

Jungkook’s reaction catches Jimin off-guard. The way Jungkook finally shows some interests in you, makes Jimin happy. “Well.. She said that she’s calling someone. You know, since you can’t have a phone call inside the elevator. But I don’t know where she is.”

Jungkook looks around him, but he still can’t find you. A thought drifts into his head, that you saw him and still didn’t want to meet him. And with that thought, he feels a stab in his heart.

Jungkook, you’re so stupid. You’re drunk stupid.

He wants to hit himself. Oh, he would if he can, especially in front of you. Not that he wants to show off or something, he just wants you to know how terrible and bad he feels about what he’s done. He even swore himself that he won’t get drunk ever again.

You stupid drunk jerk.

Even if you wanted to see him, what should he say? He hasn’t thought about it, and yet he called, messaged, and came to your apartment for three days in desperation.

“Kook?” Jimin asks warily. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Ah. yes. I’m okay.”

Jimin sends a mischievous smile to Jungkook. “You want to run after Y/N, don’t you?” he asks as the elevator finally arrives at their floor.

Jungkook looks at his feet and decides to step into the elevator. If she still doesn’t want to see me, there’s no point for me to force her. “Nah. I don’t want to.”

Lie.

How he wants to see you so much. So damn much it’s hurting him.

“Well-well, who’s there?” Sehun turns his chair to see you, still controlling your breath in front of the door. ”Why are you out of breath?”

“Stairs.” You roll your eyes as you wipe the beads of sweat forming on your forehead. You really need to work out sometimes, not just sitting and living a sedentary lifestyle.

He raises one of his eyebrows. “The elevator is broken?”

You shake your head weakly and sit on your chair. “Just need a little exercise.”

Sehun squints at your face and hums, realizing something is not right about you. “How are you? Okay?”

You nod and sigh. “Yeah.” You send him a weak smile. You look at your desk, it’s clean but you can still see the horrible image burned in your mind. It’s kinda hard for you to just delete it from your memory. Besides, it happened less than a week ago.

“Oh, I also finished your report. I was thinking that at least we should send an actual report, even though the investigation fell apart. What do you think?”

“What? I’m sorry. What are we talking about?” you ask, looking lost.

Sehun sends an assuring smile. “This report. We should send it to the agents. Don’t you think?”

You fiddle the corner of your shirt. “Yeah, I think we should.”

“You want to give it to them?” Sehun asks again. You bite your lips, your mind wanders. Seeing your sudden silence, Sehun rises from his seat and taps your shoulder lightly. “Actually, just stay here. I’ll take it to them.”

You watch his back disappearing from your sight. Again, you’re alone in this office. This office, your second home, but you barely feel comfortable sitting here. The scent of coffee you usually make every day is absent, since Sehun never drinks coffee in the office. You only detect the lemon scent from the air refresher in the corner. It’s supposed to be relaxing but instead, it makes your heart beat rapidly.

You feel sad.

Jungkook sighs again at his desk for God knows how many times. And everytime he sighs, it is just getting louder.

It begins to irritate the other agents around him. Especially since they haven’t been assigned to another case yet. To them, The Case of The Young Man in Distress, is their new case, and it somehow excites them.

Hoseok steals a glance at Taehyung and Jimin, sending signals right then and there. After they nod, they roll their chairs closer to Jungkook’s desk. “What’s up with you, Kook?” Hoseok starts.

Jungkook stares at the screen of his laptop, hands continually moving his mouse without any intention. “I’m fine.”

Taehyung snorts. “No, you’re not. Tell us what happened.”

“I’m fineeee.”

The older men share another look between them, they all look so concerned about Jungkook, but what can they do if Jungkook shuts his own mouth, let alone his feelings?

Jimin notices that their office door is open and yells deliberately loud. “Oh. Here’s our favorite forensic doctor!” It makes Jungkook flinch and Jimin sees Jungkook trying to steal a glance at the door and takes a deep sigh. “Our Sehun-ie. What can we do for you?”

“Just delivering some reports.” Sehun looks at the agents crowding Jungkook’s desk and points directly to Jungkook. “What’s wrong with him?” The agents shrug simultaneously.

“We are trying to find out. Wanna join?” Hoseok pulls another chair beside him, tapping the seat, gesturing to him to sit.

Sehun throws the report on the desk. “I want to. But I also need to find out what happened to my staff too.” Sehun turns his back and waves to them over his shoulder. “She looks troubled and unfocussed. Bad day, I think. See you, then.”

With the sudden drop of information, the three of them look at Jungkook’s reaction, who freezes in his seat. Something must have happened with the two of you.

Jimin asks cautiously. “Did something happen with Y/N?”

“Maybe on the day when you went missing after drinking with Yoongi?” Taehyung adds, which makes the older guys look at him questioningly. “Yoongi-hyung told me.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer, instead he sighs and runs his hand through his hair in exasperation. The other agents know that they hit a sore spot. He bites his lips, hesitant to talk to them, but on the other hand, he doesn’t know what to do. Everything he chose seems like a wrong choice. Everything he does seems to push you away even further. “I-I just don’t know what I should do, Hyung.”

Hoseok pats Jungkook’s shoulder softly. “Tell us in detail. We’ll help you.”

And just like that, everything opened in public, well, to his best friends. How his heart feels weird whenever he sees you. How his heart ached when he saw you hurt. How you looked so weak and pained and disappointed when he took you home. How he went to your apartment drunk. How he wanted to apologize to you. How he kissed you drunk and how you pushed him back. How his heart crashed when he saw you cry, sobbing on the floor.

They listen to his story carefully, patting his shoulder several times when he looks like he’s going to burst into tears.

“And now, she doesn’t want to see me. I’ve been trying for three days.”

The silence falls in the room, it is interrupted when Jimin hits Jungkook’s head lightly. “Aigoo, you are an adult now. Stupid, but still, I’m just so proud of how you grew this fast.” Jimin smiles and hugs Jungkook lightly.

Jungkook whines. “Hyung, that’s not the point. What should I do?”

Taehyung suddenly raises his hand in the air. “Wait a minute, if Y/N really likes Jungkook, why did she push him away like that?”

“Well, y’know,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “you didn’t exactly get her permission before you kissed her.”

Hoseok held his hand up, silencing Jimin and Taehyung. “She might have thought that you just did it out of guilt.” Hoseok says softly. “Or maybe a pity, just a mere responsibility.”

“What?” Jungkook looks at him weirdly.

Hoseok explains further, “You know like a novel, when you hit someone with a car, and he/she lost their ability to walk, so you just decide to be with them? Or remember when you spilled coffee on my report and you decided to write it yourself and also bought me a pair of sneakers?”

“But I didn’t do those things to her out of guilt.” He gulps. “I-I don’t hate her. I don’t even know why I did it.”

Jimin smiles again widely, his eyes turn into crescents. “Are you sure you don’t know? I know that deep down, you know it.”

“Just tell her sincerely then about what you don’t know.” Taehyung smiles and puts his hand on Jungkook’s head, ruffling his hair softly.

Jungkook sighs again. “She doesn’t want to see me.”

“If she really likes you, she’ll come around, Kook.” Hoseok smiles and hugs the younger man. “Now, go find her!”

Jungkook looks at him with widened eyes. “Like, now?”

“Of course, silly. The faster the better.” Jimin laughs. “Go!”

“I don’t know what to say to her, I don’t prepare anything.”

Taehyung looks at Jungkook in disbelief. “What do you want? A teleprompter? Just tell her your feelings, dumbass!”

Weirdly enough, Jungkook rises from his seat and takes off running, leaving his cubicle empty. “I thought you bet that Jungkook won’t end up with her, hyung?” Jimin teases.

Hoseok scratches the back of his neck and smiles. “The moment he told us what happened to him just showed who’s gonna win the bet. And besides, I just want him to be happy.”

Taehyung moves his chair back to his desk. “How about we change our bet to another topic then? We have plenty of subjects to bet about.”

You rack your brain, trying to find a place where you won’t meet Jungkook. And after mentally listing the places, you decided to hide in the infirmary. It’s unused and no one is gonna be there. So you can hide for a moment. Just like when you’re in high school, you fake a stomach ache, just so you can get some sleep or when you forgot to bring your math textbook.

Well, five minutes of sleep are considered a privilege then, as you hear the door opened.

You look from inside a curtain, trying to identify the man who just came in with a cart full of cleaning supplies. Cleaning service? The man quietly sweeps the floor skillfully, and you suddenly feel that you shouldn’t be there, as you’re just gonna disturb his job. Just as you open the curtain harshly, you tilt your head in confusion. “Jin?”

Jin looks at you in surprise, almost dropping the broom on his hand. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Resting,” you say with an awkward smile. “What are you doing here? What’s with the broom and the gloves?”

Jin sighs and turns away from you, continuing to sweep the floor. “Cleaning.”

“Do you do this every day?” It’s just so weird for such an elite agent doing some cleaning in this place. Especially, since the Company also hires a cleaning service.

“No. Just every few days. Since it’s not used, it doesn’t get dirty that fast. I just clean this room when the cleaning service has their day off.” Jin answers lightly as he picks a towel to wipe the surface of the table.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just my hobby,” Jin pauses and looks at the white wall. “or maybe I just hope that she’ll come back. You know right that she hates dust?” He laughs awkwardly. He clears his throat and looks at you warily. “Are-are you still in touch with her?”

“No.” You look at him quietly, somehow you can see his pain from his wide shoulder. It’s been a few years, but Jin is still hung up on her, still missing her. “Are you okay?” you ask cautiously.

Jin scoffs and walks away again, wiping the cabinet this time, “why? Do I look pathetic?”

You shake your head softly. “No. But you look broken-hearted.”

He turns his head to face you, looking into your eyes. “Well, so do you.”

Your jaw clenches, like how he hit your spot correctly. Tears threaten to fall down and you try to stop it by biting your lips. At the moment, you feel weaker and sad. You sigh and look at your feet. “What’s new?” you laugh dryly.

Jin puts away his supplies and removes his gloves as he walks to you, and plops on the bed beside you. “What happened?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I was just thinking that mayb-”

“Alright, I’m gonna stop you right there. You’re not thinking. It’s an assumption.”

You look at him in disbelief. “Wh-what?”

He sighs, “Whatever your problem was, and whoever he was, you’re overthinking this.”

“You don’t even know what the problem is.”

“I don’t. But I believe that you need to talk to him regardless of what the problem is, not talk to your mind, making assumptions. You know, the key to a healthy relationship is communication, and it applies to every relationship. Business, family, or even Love.” Jin sends you a smile. “Just talk to him. The misunderstanding won’t solve itself.”

You sigh again. “What if it doesn’t work? What if it’s not a misunderstanding but a mistake?”

“Then talk a little more. Apologize if you need to. Forgive if you still want to be with him.” Jin stops, and swallows slowly. His voice cracks. “Fight for it, if it is worth fighting for, until you can’t fight anymore. Until you don’t have any regrets.”

You look at him carefully. You’ve never talked to him ever since you worked in the Company, let alone seeing his eyes like this. But now, you can see how he’s deep in pain. And you understand what he talked about. His experience. The thoughts of what he should have done before. The choices he regrets now.

You hop from the bed and walk to the door. “Thank you. I’ll try.” As you walk closer to the door, you turn to face him again. “She must have a reason, Jin. I don’t know what it was, but she would never hurt you.”

“I know.” Jin answers quickly. He darts his eyes away from you so that he can hide his watering eyes, and smiles. “So does Jungkook.”

I know.

You walk out from the elevator, squeezing your body from the others inside. It’s lunch time already, and you’re lucky enough that you can slip into the crowded elevator.

Seventh floor is quiet, but not as deserted as the last time you went there. You look around you, hoping to see a particular person. The one you need to see. The one you miss.

You sigh, heart thumping inside your chest. You’re not gonna lie that you’re nervous, and that’s not because of the thought of seeing Jungkook again. It’s the thought, an assumption, of what he’s gonna say. You’re afraid of hearing his reason, afraid that it’ll break your heart even more.

A little part of you tells you that it’s better this way, and just move on. But you realize, playing hide and seek with him won’t solve any problem. It will just hurt you, or both of you. If you need to move on from him, at least there’s no loose ends. And Jungkook deserves a chance to explain everything to you, in person.

“Y/N?”

You turn your head to the man calling you and sigh disappointedly. “Oh, hey Yoongi.”

Yoongi laughs a little. “Why do you always bump into me when you’re looking for Jungkook?” Yoongi looks more professional since the last time you met him, maybe because he’s sober right now, or because he wears a neat suit instead of his black hoodie.

You smile, feeling embarrassed that you’ve been found out. “How do you know that I’m looking for him?”

He shrugs, “nah, I just feel that there’s something about you two that needs to be finished.”

“Oh. I see.” You divert your gaze from him, “So, where can I find him?”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know. I just came here.” He stretches his pale arms and continues, “y’know, overslept. Actually, maybe Jungkook is in the training room. He usually trains himself when he feels stressed about something.”

Your jaw clenches with the sudden information, forcing yourself to smile once more. “Thank you, I’ll get going then.”

You nod and walk again to the elevator, just the moment it arrives. When you’re inside the elevator, Yoongi yells to you, “He feels bad, Y/N---” You can only hear a snatch from him as the door closes, stopping you from hearing the full sentence.

I know.

You’ve been pacing the corridor for almost fifteen minutes, staring at the men’s locker room door. You perk your head to the door, every time it opens. And every time you do it, you’re left with another disappointment. Not to mention, all of the other male agents stare at a suspicious woman who’s lurking in front of a locker room.

Except one agent.

“Doctor Y/N?”

You’re leaning on the wall while massaging your calves. You squint in order to see the man approaching you better. “Kim Namjoon?”

Namjoon pauses in front of you, sending a warm smile. He’s drying his hair with the towel and his other hand holds a gym bag. “Yes, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself properly to you. Please just call me Namjoon.” He drops his bag to the ground clumsily, making some of his things flow out from the unzippered bag, reaching out his hand to shake yours. “I’m afraid that Jungkook is not here.”

Your eyes widen. “Ho-how do you know that I’m looking for him?”

He laughs and drops to one knee to gather his fallen things. “Just a little guess. A little bird told me that you’ve been working with him, so, yeah, I just thought that it might be a work thing.”

“Have you seen him anywhere then?” you sigh.

“I’m afraid not, Doc. I’ve been in the training room since dawn, haven’t seen him anywhere near here.” Namjoon smiles apologetically as he hangs his bag over his shoulder. “Have you checked the pool? He’s been wanting to practice diving since our last mission in Hawaii.”

You shake your head softly. “I haven’t, I’m gonna check there then. Thank you.”

“Anytime, Doc. You see, Jungkook is sometimes a little hard to talk to, looks distant, shy, and confused, maybe because he joined us at such an early age, but he is a nice guy.” Namjoon laughs again as he walks away from you, leaving you standing alone in the corridor.

I know.

Jungkook walks quickly to your office as soon as the elevator opens on your floor. He still doesn’t know what to say, but he just can’t let you escape him, avoid him again. He will use everything he’s got to at least explain a thing or two to you, and if the universe accedes, maybe he can tell you a little part of his feelings. Or maybe more.

Just one step at a time, Jungkook. You can do this.

It’s weird how he feels more nervous right now than when he goes to a mission. Usually he can just barge through any door without feeling any fear, but right now? He can feel how his heart almost bursts inside his chest. Is that because he doesn’t have his gun with him? Or is it because you are on the other side of the door?

He sighs. He doesn’t know anymore.

Maybe it is because he doesn’t know anything that is going to happen when he opens the door. Maybe it is because his brain can’t work for another plan B if his original plan fails. Maybe it is because it is a do or die for him, sounds a little extreme, but actually this is maybe the last chance for him to let his feelings take control of him.

Mustering all of his courage, he knocks the door and opens it slowly. “Excuse me?”

A chair suddenly rolls from the desk. “Hey JK. What’re you doin’ here?” Sehun asks and looks at him quizzically. “Is there something wrong with the report?”

Jungkook shakes his head rapidly. “That’s not why I’m here.” He swallows dryly. “I’m looking for Y/N..”

“Y/N?” Sehun raises one of his eyebrows. “Funny you asked that. The fact is I haven’t seen her anywhere since I went to your office.”

“Really? Okay then, I’ll just search for her somewhere else.” Jungkook nods politely and walks to the door.

“Why don’t you just call her?” Sehun asks loudly.

Jungkook looks at him, and gives him a weak smile. Sehun doesn’t need to know that you’ve been avoiding Jungkook’s calls, right? “Thank you, I’ll try.”

After he closes the door, Jungkook walks to the stairwell next to him. With a sigh he sits on one of the stairs. He pulls his phone from his pocket, looking at it like it’s a foreign thing to him. His finger scrolls to the contacts and looks for your name.

There’s no specific thing to describe your name in his contact. And by specific, it means you aren’t saved in his contacts. The only thing that describes you is your phone number, which he memorizes already because of how much time he spent looking at it and how many times he tried to call you in the past few days.

He looks again in his contacts. It’s less than a dozen. The only contacts in his phone are his parents, his brother, and his best friends. That’s it.

He remembers when he received your message for the first time, he almost accidentally deleted it because he received it at the same time he received another spam message. Only God knows what would happen if he deleted it for real. Would you still get hurt? Would you still want to tease him? Would it still be the same?

Or would he still have this growing feeling inside him?

He sighs and then inputs your phone number, but before he dials it, he chooses another option.

Add to new contact.

Name: Y/N

Save?

Saved

Jungkook looks at his newly added contact and finally dials your number, hoping that you would accept it this time. Hoping that somehow his sincere feelings felt through the rings on your phone. Hoping that he can say the right things this time.

And after the seventh rings, the call went through.

Jungkook can finally hear your voice. “Hello, Y/N?” There’s a silence on the other end of the phone for a little while. It begins to make him more nervous. “Y/N?”

“Jungkook?” but it’s not your voice. It’s a familiar voice for him that he hears a lot.

Jungkook looks at the screen, makes sure he got the correct phone number. He furrows his eyebrow, confused at why you didn’t answer your own phone. “Jin-Hyung?”

“Right.” Jin laughs. “Y/N left her phone in the infirmary. She just went out to look for you.”

“Oh.” Jungkook sighs in relief. “Wh-what? She’s looking for me?”

“Yes, kid. God, I don’t know what your problem is to make both of you playing hide and seek in the middle of the day, but yes, she’s looking for you right now. But I don’t really know where she went.”

A little smile plastered on Jungkook’s face, somehow he feels a little happy that you finally decided to give him a chance to explain himself. And with only that fact, he won’t lose this chance. “Thanks Hyung! Talk to you later!”

“Yah-”

Jungkook hangs his phone up, and stands up immediately. But if he just walks around and looks for you in this big building, it is just a waste of time. There’s a fat chance that he won’t meet you at all, and in this crucial time for him, he can’t rely on fate alone.

So, he taps his phone again, scrolling to find a chatting platform that he rarely uses, and looks for a group chat with his best friends, typing quickly and hits the send button. This time he’s gonna rely on his friends.

Jungkook 00.23 PM: Have you seen Y/N?

You open the heavy door to the pool area with an afraid look on your face. What if Jungkook suddenly appears before you? What would you do? What would you say? What if he doesn’t want to see you?

But luckily (or unlucky for you), there’s no one in the pool. Everyone must be taking their lunch time, leaving this place completely empty.

You sigh and walk around, deciding to look at this place a little more. Maybe, just maybe, Jungkook will suddenly pop out of nowhere, hugging you from behind like some of the rom-com movies that you usually watched in your teen years.

A sudden loud bang of a door opening filled the place, making you turn your head abruptly, hoping that the universe finally sends some signals to you. But instead, you just see a man pushing a cleaning supplies cart. You are disappointed.

Why do you even feel disappointed? There’s only a little chance for Jungkook to just walk through the door. You laugh to yourself and shake your head. Maybe I should just call him.

You pat your pants to locate your phone, and a little panic goes through you as you can’t find your phone. Where is it? Did I drop it? You try to remember when the last time you used your phone. You usually don’t behave like this; for you, your phone is one of your most important things. You never walk without a phone as you have everything you need in that mini gadget. Maybe this Jungkook thing is really bothering me.

You turn and walk to the door hurriedly, you need to find your phone back and also Jungkook. You can’t just wait mindlessly in here. Just when your hand reaches the door knob, you sense the cleaning man walking to you.

“Are you Doctor Y/N?”

You look at the man, sending him a polite nod. “Ah yes. Don’t worry, I won’t disturb your job here, I’m going now.” The man looks like he is in his early 30s. You can’t really see his face, since it’s hidden with his blue baseball cap. He wears a blue jumpsuit, a usual uniform for the cleaning service. But why does it look like it’s too big for him?

The man smiles back. “Oh my. That’s fine. Actually I have a package for you.” The man rummages through his cart, searching for something. “From a man, named Jungkook, I think? He’s been searching for you.”

“Jungkook?” ears perk in curiosity.

He smiles again, almost a grin. “Yes.” the man laughs at himself as he pulls a black metal thing from the cart and points it to you. “He’s been searching for you.”

You look at him with widened eyes. A gun. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing, sweetie?” the man laughs maniacally, the sounds send shivers to your spine, making you step back unconsciously, your back hitting the door. You move your hand behind your back, trying to locate the door knob. “Uh-uh. Do not move. I don’t want to shoot your pretty face.”

Your heart races in fear., “Wh-what do you want from me?”

“The autopsy report, where is it?”

Your jaw drops as your mind wanders to the incident last Sunday, the one that probably will leave some scars on your hands. “Were you the one who trashed my office?”

“That’s right.” The man steps a little closer and pushes the gun closer to your face. “The report. Where do you keep it?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t have it.” Tears start threatening to fall from your eyes when the man seems unsatisfied with your answer and pulls your hair harshly. “I-I gave it up.”

He pulls your hair again until you meet his eyes. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Or do you want me to start shooting everyone who comes into this room?” He laughs again. “You’re waiting for someone right? What if he suddenly pops in right now, and my hand just slips?”

You widen your eyes and you can see his eyes, and they don’t show that he’s lying. You can see how crazy he is. “I-I think it’s on the seventh floor..”

Just after he hears your answer, he releases your hair. With a sudden lack of grip, your feet give up, making you slump on the ground. “Good choice. Now stand up. We’re going to the seventh floor.”

“Bu-but I just told you. You should let me go.”

He scoffs. “And how would I know if you’re just lying to me? Stand up!” He grips your elbow harshly, forcing you to stand in front of him. You can feel his cold gun on your back, pushing to walk forward. “Don’t do anything funny, or I might shoot others. I only want this to be just the two of us.”

Your lips tremble and your throat goes dry. You wipe your tears and take a deep breath, trying to find your courage and strength to walk. You open the door with a heavy heart, wishing silently that you won’t meet anyone in the corridor and on your way up to the seventh floor.

You walk slowly to the elevator, with the man following behind you with his cart. Whispering right there to remind you that he has a gun. Your stomach twists. You want to run away. Your hands turn into fists, sending a light pain from the still-recovering wounds. Luckily, the pain happens to keep your mind intact, make you stay sane. But still, you can’t think of anything that you can do to save yourself.

Sure, you worked for months in an agent secret service. But that doesn’t mean you can do martial arts or guns. You didn’t receive any of that training. So even in this high-security building, you’re just an ordinary woman. An unlucky one.

Wait. High-security building?

You look left and right cautiously to find CCTV cameras above you, maybe someone will see this?

The man behind you laughs again. “You think I’d sneak here with no preparation? No one in the security room is going to watch this. I’ve taken care of them.”

You choke, your heart quickens. “You.. you. Wha-what? What did you do to them?”

“There’s no need for you to know, sweetie.” He laughs again. ”It’s just gonna make you feel bad.”

You bite your lips, trying your hardest to hold your tears. This man is sick. And just then, the elevator’s door opens.

You swallow dryly and walk inside the elevator. Sighing in relief again because there’s no one inside. You reach your hand shakily, trying to push the seven button on the elevator, but just as the door closes, a hand sneaks in and it opens again.

Your eyes widen with the sight of the man, panting before you. “Jungkook?” Why are you here?

Jungkook still holds open the door with his one hand as he controls his breaths. “We.. We need to talk.”

You steal a glance at the man behind you, who acts like wiping the interior of the elevator. Your hands turn clammy. Maybe Jungkook can help you. Maybe Jungkook can save you. If this is the chance that the universe sends to you, you should take it, right? It is a perfect opportunity for you to lose the man behind you.

But, what if he shoots someone? Or worse, what if he shoots Jungkook?

You take a deep breath, your eyes looking at your feet, afraid of looking at Jungkook’s face. “The-there’s nothing for us to talk about,” you say coldly, pushing his hand away from the door and pushes the close button.

But this time, Jungkook is persistent. He doesn’t want to let you slip away from him. Again. “No.” He reaches out his hand again to block the door from closing. “We have to talk. You need to hear my explanation, at least.”

“I don’t want to!!” You push him away again, this time on his body, until he steps backward from the elevator. You don’t even realize how your hands tremble against his hard chest, how tears fall on your face like a waterfall. “Please... Just leave me alone…”

You step back inside the elevator, pushing the close door button again. But this time, Jungkook lets you.

If this is the last time I can see him….

You lift your head up to take a glance of his face from the closing door. You can’t see him clearly as your eyes filled with tears, and just like that. You sob on the ground of the elevator after the door closes, clenching your chest to tone down the tightening pain you feel.

“Well-well. Such a good girl.” The man behind you claps his hand. “Don’t worry, he’ll forgive you after he knows what happened with you and what you did for him.” He reaches to touch your cheek, which makes you flinch.

“You’re just a sick bastard,” you hiss, glaring to him.

He chuckles at your response and hits your face with his gun. He grabs your chin in his hand tightly, forcing you to see his eyes. “You’re really testing my patience, aren’t you?”

You’re shaking in his hands, a throbbing pain on your forehead also makes it worse. He releases your chin harshly and forces you to stand up as the car approaches the seventh floor. He pushes his gun again harshly on your side, with his other hand holding you close to him. You can feel his nasty breath on your neck.

I’m so going to die.

As the door opens and you walk through, that thought keeps lingering on your mind and it’s growing bigger with each step you take, and you can’t seem to shake it off. You can’t do anything right now, the only thing you can do is cry in silence, hope that at least it can ease your mind for a bit. But it doesn’t.

Why?

Because you don’t fucking know where the report is, exactly.

Jungkook remains speechless, his hands trying to reach for your hands but they escape him, leaving him grabbing the empty air. He only sees you walk back inside the elevator and he’s sure that he sees your tears when your eyes meet him.

He doesn’t understand you at all. Why then did Jin tell him that you want to see him? And why now you don’t want to? His hands turn into fists. He bites his lips harshly in desperation. Where are you going anyway?

No, he can’t just stay here. He needs to chase you. He needs to talk to you. He can’t let you again. He reaches his hand to push the elevator button but he stops midway.

Wait, why is there a cleaning service today?

He furrows his eyebrow, deep in thoughts, trying to remember any details of the cleaning service he saw earlier. He only looks at the cleaning service for a bit, he knows that it is a man, but Jungkook can’t really see his face since he faced the wall. He remembers the man turned his face when the door was closing, and Jungkook can see a bit of his face under the baseball cap. And suddenly his face turns white. He curses quietly and runs to the stairwell, not bothering to take the elevator anymore.

Jungkook grabs his phone from his pocket and scrolls to find Jin’s contact as he runs multiple steps at once. This might be dangerous and he needs his other agents, if what he’s thinking is true. If what he’s been afraid of come into reality.

“Hey, Jungkook-ah. Wha-”

“I saw Baekhyun, hyung. He was in the elevator with Y/N. I think they went to the seventh floor.” He says it quickly, interrupting Jin. Jungkook silently hopes that Jin can hear it perfectly as it is muffled with his pants and breaths.

Jin’s breath hitches on the other side of the phone. “What? Are you sure?”

“I’m not sure, I just saw him at a glance. I’m heading up right now. Tell the others!”

“Alright! Be careful!” Jin says and ends the phone call.

Jungkook puts his phone in his pocket and runs again. He runs, and runs, and runs, ignoring the fact that his lungs start burning in his chest.

Please be okay.

Like a spell, he repeats it over and over again. Like a prayer, he repeats it sincerely in his heart over and over again. Like a song, it is played in his mind over and over again.

I’m not going to let him hurt her again.

Like a vow, he says with all of his life.

He’s going to protect the woman he loves.

The silence in the seventh floor sends an eerie feeling to you, making your heart racing faster. Only God knows where the hell is the others when you need them. You feel the cold gun on your side, pushing harshly against your body. It is one of the things that makes you aware of what you’re doing right now, besides a throbbing pain on your head.

Baekhyun pushes you forward again. “So, where is it?”

You freeze on the spot, your hands getting clammy. You swallow dryly. “I-I’m not sure…”

“You what?” His eyes widen in anger and he shoves your body into a wall, sending a blunt pain to your back. “You dare to lie to me?” His hands somehow move to your neck, strangling it tightly.

You’re struggling to break free from his grip, kicking right and there, using all of your strength to push his hands away. Your chest is burning due to the lack of oxygen. Tears fall from your eyes. You feel weaker the more strongly you fight back and your eyes get blurry. Your consciousness fades along with the slowing of your heart beat.

And suddenly, Baekhyun releases you as he stumbles. You drop to the ground as you struggle to breath as much as you can. You open your eyes slowly, trying to see what’s he doing and there you see he is pushed to the ground by a familiar man.

Jungkook.

Jungkook hits Baekhyun as hard as he can. Baekhyun is perplexed for a second but after he processes what’s happening he starts to fight back. Baekhyun kicks Jungkook in the stomach. The situation turns around as Jungkook is pushed under him. The sound of the fight blares in your ears, trying to wake you up. You wince in pain as you gather all of your strength to stand up. You need to find help.

“Run!” Jungkook yells as he holds Baekhyun’s body tightly.

Baekhyun snarls, using his elbow to hit Jungkook’s nose, pushing him away. Your hands shake as Baekhyun suddenly changes his view to you and charges you, not giving you a chance to run away. Baekhyun pulls his gun from his pocket and points it to you. Your feet freeze as your eyes meet Baekhyun’s. “Bitch.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sight before him and curses himself. He can’t believe that Baekhyun has a gun with him and through his laxity, Jungkook didn’t strip it. Jungkook groans and stands quickly to run to you. Please be okay.

Just as Baekhyun pulls the trigger, Jungkook jumps in front of you. The bullets pierce his right chest and his stomach. His body falls to the ground because of the impact. The blood starts seeping from his body.

Your jaw drops. You’re familiar with the smell of blood. You’re familiar also with the smell of the gunpowder. And when both of them are somehow incorporated in the air, it gives you a brand new smell that’s sickening.

The tears still fall from your eyes as you flop beside Jungkook, hesitantly touching him. Just less than an hour ago, you were dreaming about meeting him in a romantic way, but now this is only tragic. sharp pain clutches your chest, making it hard for you to breathe again. Your thoughts are only filled with Jungkook but you can’t do anything.

But Jungkook is strong, maybe one of the strongest agents in the Company. So Jungkook sits up and moves you behind him, covering you perfectly.

“Kook…” you whisper in between sobs.

Jungkook keeps you behind him with his arms slightly trembling, gently soothing your skin. “I’m okay. Just stay behind me.” Even the slightest movement of his arms makes his chest hurt even more, but Jungkook hides it in his smile. The only thing in his head is how to make you get out of here safely, and he doesn’t care about the pain. Not when you are his priority.

Jungkook slowly lets go of his hands and stands up. You see how the blood spots are getting bigger and bigger, how it affects his posture as he loses his balance lightly. And after a few deep breaths, he puts on a stance, looking at Baekhyun with furious eyes.

Baekhyun snorts. “You think you can fight me bare-handed?” He still points his gun toward the both of you.

Without answering, Jungkook leaps forward to attack Baekhyun. It leaves Baekhyun caught off guard as he begins to fire the gun carelessly. Still, it grazes Jungkook’s body as he moves closer to him.

Not only that Jungkook is one of the strongest agents in the company, he has a killer kick. It’s the one that made the Company recruit him in the first place. He rarely uses it in his fights because he rarely has a chance to have hand-to-hand combat, and even if he had a chance, he doesn’t need to use it. And if Jungkook decides to use his best skills in this fight, there’s no way for Baekhyun to win. Jungkook begins to kick him again in his stomach and tries to target his hand.

And Baekhyun knows it too. So Jungkook begins to kick him again in his stomach and tries to target his hand. While Baekhyun stumbles, he fires his last bullet.

To your direction.

It’s too late for Jungkook to realize it, to jump again in front of you. As the bullet hits your shoulder, the new pain makes you fall back from the impact. Jungkook curses and turns his body to kick Baekhyun’s hand, sending the gun flying far from them and holding his hand to throw his body, locking him in between his legs, in a way that Baekhyun can’t move.

The doors and elevator open almost at the same time, and the agents barge in to arrest Baekhyun. Finally.

“Y/N!” Hoseok runs to you and shakes your shoulders. “Are you okay?” He helps you slowly sit up, carefully not to touch your wounds.

It’s over now… You sigh in relief, but your eyes turn panic when you see Jungkook’s shirt almost turn to pinkish, a mix of his blood and his sweat. “Kook…” and just as his name falls on your lips, Jungkook stumbles and drops to the ground.

Jimin and Taehyung move quickly to Jungkook to check on him. They look panicky as they move Jungkook’s body to a gurney with the help of paramedics. ”I’m going with him to the hospital.” Jimin says to Hoseok.

Hoseok nods and turns his face to you, his eyes falling on your bloodied shoulder. “Let’s get you to the hospital too.” He holds your elbow softly, helping you stand.

And just like that, everything turns black.

You open your eyes slowly. The harsh lights blind you and you blink as you adjust to it. You are met by the white ceiling above and white curtains all around you. The familiar smell of disinfectant steals into your nose, waking you up even more. You try to move your arms, to help you sit up, but there’s a shooting pain to your right shoulder. “Argh.”

“Yah. Y/N, you can’t move that carelessly!” Jimin yells as he puts his hand behind your back to help you.

You shake your head softly. “I’m okay. Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s in his room. The surgery went well. Don’t worry.” Jimin says reassuringly and pushes your shoulder lightly to make you stay in the bed.

But you refuse, swinging your legs slowly over the edge of your bed. “I want to see him..” You use your left hand to hold the IV poll. But as your feet land on the floor, your body stumbles. Luckily, Jimin was holding you from falling. “I’m okay, I’m okay…”

Jimin looks at you with worry in his eyes. He holds your elbow tightly. “Y/N, you don’t look so well. Just rest for a bit.”

You shake your head again, tears threatening to fall again. “Please… let me see him just for a bit…”

He sighs. He knows how stubborn you are, and you won’t back down. “Fine. Hold on to me, okay? Tell me if you have any pain.”

Luckily, Jungkook’s room is just a few rooms from yours. Just when you are about to open his door, you hear voices yelling inside.

“Yah! You can’t move!”

“Jungkook-ah! Are you crazy?”

“She’s fine! Just stay in the bed!”

Your eyes widen in panic. You let go of Jimin’s arms and rush forward inside Jungkook’s room. The only thing in your mind is Jungkook, and Jungkook only. You want to make sure he’s okay. You want to see him again.

And your eyes meet his.

The other agents hold him tightly as he tries to walk to the door. He looks pale and pained, there’s bruises in his body. You see the bandages sneaking out from his gown. And it just makes your heart break and relieved at the same time. “Kook?”

His doe eyes look you from head to toe, blinking his teary eyes to see you clearer. “Y/N?”

His voice.

Your favorite one.

The only thing that gives you strength to step forward. The only thing that can make you run. The only thing that can make your heart leap.

And just like that you run to him, run to his embrace, rushing forward clumsily while dragging the IV poll.

Jungkook holds you tightly to his chest, not even caring if you jostle his wounds. He doesn’t even care if he feels the pain, in fact, he is glad he can feel it. So that he knows that this is real. That you are wrapped in his arms, still living and breathing before him.

Jungkook lets your scent and warmth envelop his body and he can feel the relief straight into his heart. He takes your face in his hands, looking at it carefully. He gulps a little when he spots a little wound on your forehead and bruises on your neck. “Are-are you okay?”

You sniff and let your tears fall from your eyes as you nod weakly. “Are you okay? Let’s get you back to your bed.”

“I’m okay,” he giggles but lets you hold him and take him back to the bed. And when you stumble again because of his weight, the other agents hop in to help both of you. Jin and Taehyung hold Jungkook and walk him to his bed while Jimin helps you.

Hoseok smiles at you as he drags a chair next to the bed, “We’re gonna let you talk for a bit, okay? Don’t talk too long, you both need to rest.” He pushes the other agents outside, giving you and Jungkook privacy.

It’s silent again.

But it’s comforting. And you kinda miss it.

It’s funny how just with the presence of Jungkook can stir your heart completely. Just by the presence of him, he can turn your mood around.

You bite your lips and fiddle with your gown. “Thank you for saving me. It must have hurt a lot.”

Jungkook smiles and reaches your face to wipe your tears away. “I’m sorry I didn’t come faster. You must have been frightened.”

And there it breaks you. Jungkook is the one who hurt the most, and yet he is the one who feels sorry. He is in pain, but he still thinks of you. What can you do to deserve to be with this nice man? No, you don’t deserve it all. And it just aches your heart even more. “What are you talking about….” you sob and turn away from him as you try your hard to stop the tears falling from your eyes.

Jungkook reaches your hand softly. “Please don’t turn away from me.. Please?” His other hand moves to pat your head lovingly. “Can we please have that talk now?”

You pout. “No. You need to rest. We can talk about it anytime after you get better.”

“I don’t want to. I have to tell you right now.” He takes a deep sigh. “I’ll go crazy if I keep this any longer.”

“But…”

“I’m sorry for what I did to you in your apartment. I was drunk and made stupid mistakes. I’m sorry.”

You nod quickly. “Yes, I know and I’ve forgiven you. Now, you should have some rest…”

“I didn’t know why I did it, but just so you know, I’ve always wanted to kiss you. I think I felt too rushed, but I didn’t do it just to tease you or make fun of your feelings. It’s jus-”

“Wait, what?” You look at him puzzled and raise one of your eyebrows. “You-you wanted to kiss me?”

He tilts his head at your response. “Yeah?”

“But, why?”

He takes a close look at your face, and swallows dryly. “Because I like you, Y/N.”

There is a pregnant silence as you blink your eyes, processing the sudden bomb of information. “Huh?” You scratch the back of your head confusedly. “You like me? Since when?”

He blushes as he smiles. “I don’t know. It just happened, I guess… Wait, you didn’t know?”

“Duh, this is an expression of a person who knew about it,” you say sarcastically as you point to your face.

Jungkook’s jaw drops. “I really thought I made myself really clear. Even the others knew about it!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Anyway, I just felt so rushed because you’re gonna leave soon and I thought I’m gonna lose my chance. Also it might be because these feelings are little new for me, so I was a little confused. But I-”

“But I’m still with this Company for another 4 months…”

It’s his turn to process the information and then his face turns red as he lets go of your hand. “I thought… I’m just… hmmm. I’m gonna take my confession back then…”

“No! I won’t let you take it back.” You reach for his hand, holding it tightly. You look at him with a determination in your eyes and smile widely from ear to ear. “Thank you, I’m happy to hear it.”

Jungkook replies with a smile too as he sighs in relief. “But still, I have to say it again properly someday.”

You giggle as you squeeze his hand. “Sure, let’s take this slowly. We have a lot of time.”

You both hold each others’ hands with smiles on your faces. No word exchanged, as you both know how happy you are. How relieved you are to finally hold his warm hand again. How excited you are to guess what will happen to both of you. How ecstatic you are as you feel your heart races inside your chest.

The air freshener sprays in the corner of the room, breaking the silence between both of you. The scent of vanilla disperses in the air. Filling the room with nothing but sweet scent. Usually, you always stay away from the sweet type of smell and stick with anything musky, floral, or maybe just natural ones. But now, this specific type of smell becomes your favorite one. The sweetest scent to remind you about him. The sweetest scent that you can have everyday without feeling sick.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, “I know, you said to take this slowly. But I just can’t help it…” He looks at you with pinkish cheeks as he squeezes your hand. “Can-can I kiss you?”

You reply with nothing but a smile and nod. You lean in a little so he can be closer to you just for a little bit. And just like that, he takes your face in his hands slowly and connects his lips with yours.

And you can feel it, how your hearts are connecting too.

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madysenpaiart · 4 years

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“Booty Call” - Victor Fic (NSFW/Smut)

Summary: After a long hard day, you have too many drinks and end up texting Victor your inner thoughts. Will he accept your advances?

Tags: drinking, drunk texting, vaginal sex, fingering, Victor x Reader/MC

I wrote this at 4 am so pls forgive any grammar mistakes

You had a long, horrible day and decided to go out for drinks with your coworkers after work to blow off steam.

You ordered your drink from the bartender and nursed it quietly as your coworkers moved to the dancefloor.

If something could go wrong today it did.

On your way to work it started raining and of course you didn’t bring your umbrella. Which left you walking into work soaking wet and cold to the bone. Of course your only change of clothes was a party dress you were leaving in the office for a party later this week. You looked ridiculous trying to film in a short, sequined, ensemble.

Your latest release was getting terrible reviews online and your guest for today’s episode called out last minute due to the backlash you were receiving.

Then, your newest intern spilled coffee all over the new set pieces. Almost all of them were going to have to be replaced by the end of the week.

On top of all that, you had been so flustered with everything that you hadn’t had a moment to eat anything.

You sighed and ordered another shot and a drink from the bar. You quickly took the shot and twisted your face as it went down. That was harsh, but at least you could start forgetting about this long day.

As you drank your cocktail you started to feel the alcohol hit you hard. You kept reflecting back on today wishing you could erase it from your mind already.

On the upside, at least you didn’t have to meet with Victor at LFG today. You were supposed to have a 12 o’ clock meeting with him to go over the newest financial reports but after having to change into your ridiculous outfit, you couldn’t bear having to stand in front of Victor and deliver your report. Thankfully Goldman rescheduled your report for the end of the week and you didn’t hear anything from Victor, which was usually a good sign.

You finished your drink and ordered another. Victor wasn’t all that bad, you thought to yourself. He could be strict, but he has a business to run. Well, technically two businesses. That can’t be easy on a person. It made you wonder how he does it all while looking so perfect all the time. That man never had a hair out of place. Oh, how you would love to ruffle up his perfect hair sometime. The image that came into your mind made you giggle a bit. Victor would probably look even sexier with his hair messed up. Especially if you knew you were the one to do it.

You finished your drink and knew that if you tried to get up and walk, it would be stumble city. You started snacking on the peanuts on the bar and pulled out your phone. With the image of a less-than-perfect Victor in your mind, you texted him:

“Do you ever look anythinf less than perfevt?”

Victor responded within seconds: “I take pride in my appearance. It’s important to always look professional.”

You typed back: “I just think it would be interestinf to see how u look with your hair and clothes out of pkace”

Victor messaged back: “And when would that ever happen? I would never go out in public looking like a mess.”

You smiled to yourself and sent a text back: “Well... Maybe if I was thw onw to do it then I could see it.”

You giggled to your flirty self looking at your blurry message. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate again:

“Idiot, are you drunk?”

“Uh oh” you thought to yourself. Now you were in trouble. There was probably a way to get yourself out of this, just think.

Before you could come up with a plan, another text came through.

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

Now you were excited. Maybe you really would get the chance to see Victor looking disheveled.

After a few minutes, Victor arrived at the bar. He walked up to you and leaned down close to your ear so you could hear him over the music. “Come on dummy, lets go.”

You grabbed your purse off the bar and stumbled after Victor. He quickly grabbed your waist to stablize you as you walked out.

Victor walked you to his car and opened the passenger seat, gently helping you sit down. He then grabbed your purse.

“Hey that’s mine!”

“Where are your keys?”

You tapped around your dress looking for them. “I don’t know.” You slurred as you looked up at Victor with a slight smile.

“Idiot. Put on your seatbelt.”

You and Victor drove silently for a few minutes before your eyes moved over to watch him. He really was a gorgeous man. You raked your eyes over his broad jaw and moved your eyes down to his chest. You had only ever seen him in a suit but you could imagine what was underneath. You slowly moved your hand to his arm and started drawing small patterns with your finger.

You closed your eyes and listened to the low hum of the car as he drove.

You quickly arrived at Victors apartment. You grabbed onto his hand as he dragged you upstairs. Victor unlocked the door and moved you inside. You looked up at him with a smirk. Victor quickly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder.

You got excited thinking about how forceful he was being with you. This was going to be fun.

Before you could have a second thought, Victor flopped you down on his couch.

“Don’t move, I’m making you some food”

You looked at him dejectedly. “There’s actually something else I want to eat.” You gazed up at him eager for his reaponse.

Victor’s eats turned red. He looked away from you with a stern expression.

“I don’t do anything with drunk girls.”

You sank back into the couch feeling defeated.

Victor came back after what felt like a few minutes. In his hands he had a glass of water and a grilled cheese. He set them down on the table in front of you. “Eat up, I’ll take you to grab your keys tomorrow morning.”

Victor sat in the chair nearby and picked up one of his reports to start flipping through it.

You looked over at him. “Doesn’t grilled cheese seem a little boring for you? I mean you’re an incredible chef.”

He peaked down from his report and smirked at you before going back to reading.

You picked up the grilled cheese and took a bite. This was the most amazing grilled cheese you had ever tasted in your entire life. Damn that Victor. He really was perfect at everything.

You finished eating and drank the entire glass of water. Victor stood up and walked over to you. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around you before taking the dishes.

“It a bit cold in here. Wouldn’t want you getting sick.” He stated before walking back into the kitchen.

Victor walked back and sat down in the chair again going back to his report.

You sat, wrapped up on the couch looking over at him. You couldn’t believe a man could look like he did. Even while he was focused on his report he looked like a model.

You stood up with the blanket still wrapped around you and walked over to him. You gently pushed his hands up and moved to straddle his lap, facing him.

“MC, I told you-“

“I know. I just want to be close to you for awhile.” You moved your head down to his chest and laid against it, you quickly fell asleep listening to his gentle heartbeat.

Victor chuckled a bit and moved one hand to your waist. “Idiot.” He muttered under his breathe.

You woke up after a few hours and heard faint voices coming from behind you. You slowly lifted your head and looked behind you to see the TV on. Woah... Victor was watching TV? And a competition cooking show at that... if anyone knew how fake those shows were, it was him.

You turned your head to look at him. His head was laid back against the chair asleep. You had never seen him look so peaceful before. There was no furrow in his brow and he was breathing silently.

Victor stirred at your movement and looked at you, groggily.

“Are you feeling better?”

You felt your cheeks get hot. “Yes I am, thank you Victor.” You said almost in a whisper.

You started to feel embarrassed at the situation you were in with Victor. You shifted your body to stand up and we’re met with Victor’s hand pressing firmly on your back.

“It’s okay. You can stay here.”

You smiled and moved your head back to his chest, too embarrassed to look at him.

Victor ran his hand along your back slowly. “I guess you know my dirty secret now.” He whispered.

You giggled slightly. “I would have never guessed that you watched TV. Much less, a cooking show.”

“Well, nobody’s perfect, you know.”

You blushed again thinking of the texts you sent to Victor earlier. If only you were drunk enough to forget about the messages you sent.

“I’m sorry for taking things too far last night. I don’t know what came over me.” You still not dare look into Victors eyes.

Victor was silent. His hand still rubbing across your back.

Suddenly you felt a small wave of courage come over you. “I still want to know what you would look like with your hair out of place, though.” You said barely above a whisper.

Victor’s hand on your back stopped moving and clenched slightly. You lifted your head to look up at him. The room was dark but you could see a blush creeping over his cheeks.

“I appreciate you not taking advantage of me when I was drunk. Most guys at that bar probably would have. You’re a perfect gentleman though.”

“It wasn’t easy”

Victors voice was uneasy. He was looking at you with a slight worry in his eye. He spoke up again after a few moments

“Especially in that short dress you’re wearing.” He said nervously.

You fought back a smirk. This was a whole different Victor than you had seen. You knew that for once you had an advantage over him and decided to take things one step further. You moved slowly over to his ear and whispered:

“Then maybe you’ll be excited to know I’m not wearing any panties under this short dress.”

You felt Victor harden under you. Now you had him right where you wanted him. You breathed down his neck and started placing soft kisses above his collar.

You heard Victor’s breath hitch as you started to lightly suck on his neck. Both hands had moved to your waist and were holding you firmly.

You continued sucking on his neck before he gently pushed you away.

“You’re still drunk, MC. We can’t do this.”

You looked at him with a playful offensive look.

“I’m not drunk!” You stood up. “Look, I’ll prove to you I’m not drunk.” You started walking in a straight line and touching your finger to your nose. You turned back around at him and dropped your arms. “See?”

Victor stood from his chair and walked towards you. He stood above you looking down with a small smile.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Very well” he stated before throwing you over his shoulder for the second time that night.

He carried you into his bedroom and laid you down on the bed. Before he had a chance to adjust, you pulled him down to you and started kissing him roughly. Victor’s eyes closed as he licked your bottom lip inviting you to deepen the kiss. You gladly opened your mouth more letting his tongue slip through your lips. You moved your hand to his hair raking your hands through it giving a gentle tug to pull him down closer to you.

Your and Victor’s tongues battled, sloppily and he moved his hand to your thigh, lifting up your dress slightly.

“You really aren’t wearing any underwear” he muttered between kisses

You smiled into his mouth as he moved his hand closer to your folds. You shivered slightly as he ghosted over your pussy. He slowly slid one finger in feeling your wetness surround him.

He moved his finger in and out a few times before adding another digit, causing you to moan loudly into his mouth. This time you felt him smile as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

You placed your hands on his jacket and started to push it off his shoulders. He pulled his fingers out of you to take off his jacket before moving to his tie and shirt. He quickly pulled on the tie and undid the buttons before throwing the clothes to the side. You brought your hands to his belt and started to unbuckle it running your hand over his clothed member.

Victor sucked in a breathe. You unbuttoned his pants and started to push them off with his underwear. Victor moved his hand to help you push them down.

You gently grazed your hand over his hard cock before grabbing his shaft. You started to move your hand up and down hearing him moan.

Victor placed both of his hands on your waist, pushing up your dress. Your mouth quickly disconnected from his to pull the dress over your head before crashing back down on his lips.

Victor laid on top of you, his hard cock grazing against your bare pussy. The warmth of his member against you caused you to buck your hips against him. Victor smiled into your kiss moving down to your neck.

As Victor was sucking your neck you wanted him more.

“Please Fuck me Victor” you asked desperately.

Without disconnecting from your neck, Victor placed his cock at your entrance and slowly thrust into you.

You moaned as you felt your walls surrounding him. Victor started kissing you again while slowly thrusting in and out of you. You couldn’t contain your moans finally feeling Victor inside of you. You grabbed onto his hair again thrusting your hips in Rythem with his.

He lifted his head up from you and brought his hand to his mouth. He licked the pad of his thumb and placed it on your swollen nub. You let out a loud moan.

Victor’s pace quickened thrusting into you harder. His thumb drawing quick circles over your clit. You could feel yourself getting close.

“Victor I’m going to-“ you panted

“Cum for me, darling” Victor whispered, short of breathe.

Your hands clenched on Victor’s back, scraping downward as your walls tightened around him. You bucked your hips wildly riding out your orgasm, your wetness surrounding his cock.

Victor’s hips slowed for a moment as you came, then quickly started moving faster again. You looked at Victor’s face as he was thrusting into you. After a few moments he threw his head back “Fuck-“ he said loudly before dropping his elbows on either side of your head. He thrust into you a few more times before his head fell to the crook of your neck. He was breathing heavily.

After a few minutes of exhausted silence, Victor pushed himself back up giving you a swift kiss.

“I’ll be right back”

You laid on the bed replaying the night in your head. When Victor came back, he threw a t shirt over to you.

“Here. Something to sleep in.” He said.

You picked up the shirt and looked at him. What was Victor wearing?

Your mouth gaped as you looked at him.

“Are you wearing sweatpants?!” You said incredulously.

“What did you think I slept in, dummy?” He said smugly.

“I just assumed you didn’t sleep. Like a vampire.” You replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

Victor chuckled. You took a moment to look at him. This was exactly the Victor you were hoping to see. His hair was sticking up all over the place, his face was still flushed, shirtless, with lazy clothes on. Not to mention the love bites you had left all over his neck. You thought he looked great in a suit but nothing could beat the way Victor looked right now.

You smiled to yourself as you pulled Victor’s shirt over your head. He climbed into the bed with you.

“What are you so happy about?” He asked while pulled you into him.

“I like seeing you like this.” You said to him quietly.

He pulled you closer to his body, burying his head into your neck. “Well you better feel lucky, you’re the only one who gets to see me like this.”

You sighed happily, falling asleep in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning, Victor was gone. You looked around and saw a note on the side table.

“MC,

I had to go to LFG for an early meeting. You looked pretty exhausted after last night so I decided to let you sleep. I called a driver to take you to work when you’re ready.

Also, I had Goldman pick you up some clothes today. I don’t think that dress is appropriate for anyone except me.

I’ll pick you up after work for dinner. Don’t be late.

-Victor”

You smiled. I guess Mr. Perfect had to come back sometime.

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hunterclaringtonjoy · 4 years

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Title: If the apple falls from the tree does it make a sound?

Who: Hunter Clarington & @franniexfabs (with guest appearance by Oliver Fabray)

Where: Frannie’s apartment.

When: Thursday, July 23rd

What: Hunter and Frannie receive the results of the paternity test and find out if Hunter is Ollie’s Father. Neither of them know which answer they want or how to react...

Hunter: Hunter was feeling antsy and frustrated all day, he knew the results were meant to come back by the end of the day and it was all he could think about. Honestly it was the only thing he'd thought about since Frannie had told him. He'd gone back and forth wondering if she's done it on purpose- had she hidden the possibility from him because she's wanted the other guy to be the father? Or had she been sure Ollie was the other guys and it was a genuine mistake? Frannie had called him, letting him know the results had come in and Hunter ran across campus from his last class where he'd almost punched the guy beside him for giving dumb answers when the professor had asked for ideas. Arriving at Frannie's apartment he knocked, trying to smooth out his shirt and hair to not look as terrified as he was.

Frannie: Frannie had been trying to put the results coming in from the test today to the back of her mind since she was trying to focus on her paper that was due on Sunday night. But that all fell away when her phone's notification showed that she had a new email from the clinic. Part of her had wanted to open it and read what it said, but she couldn't do that to Hunter. She called him and waited, shaking her leg on the couch as Ollie played and babbled on the carpet while an episode of The Octonauts played on the television. Hearing the knock, she went to the door and opened it. "Hey... thanks for coming over."

Hunter: Hunter tapped his fingers against his cell phone in his front pocket in a nervous tic, he tried to give Frannie his usual charming smile but honestly he just felt sick. "Yeah, hi." He nodded, looking over to where Ollie was on the carpet, keeping himself occupied and completely unaware of the tension. "So how was your day?" He asked awkwardly.

Frannie: Frannie shut the door as he came into the apartment and let out a breath, watching him glance over at Ollie. "Uh... good. Nothing really exciting..." She replied just as awkwardly. "Do you want anything to drink?" She offered, internally cursing herself for making things so weird. Of course this situation was all she had been thinking about since Hunter even crossed her mind as an option and now it was all coming down to her uncomfortably offering him something to drink and them opening a stupid email together? She hated this.

Hunter: The two of them had never been awkward, they'd never had any weird phase like that. They'd had emotional turmoil when Frannie had started dating Nate but other than that their encounters were mainly fun and this week was throwing Hunter off completely. "No no, let's just-" He ran a hand through his already messed up hair... "Did you open the email already?" he asked tentatively, his voice sounding smaller than it ever had.

Frannie: Frannie nodded, moving from her uncomfortable hovering stance to the couch as she took her phone out of her back pocket. She started tapping the screen to pull up the email before she stopped and glanced at Hunter. “Wh- Uh, no. No, I didn’t. As soon as I saw the notification, I called you.” She said, hitting the link in the email to sign into her account. Her hands were shaking slightly as she tried to type everything in.

Hunter: Hunter looked awkwardly between Frannie now on the couch and Ollie still sitting playing. "I- okay- yeah- good." He mumbled, not meeting Frannie's eyes but following her over to sit down beside her. "You got this?" He asked gently, reaching out to take one of her hands before pulling back at the last second, feeling too worked up and uncomfortable to slide into his flirty nature. Usually touching Frannie felt naturally playful but right now it was too overwhelming.

Frannie: Frannie’s eyes stayed on her phone screen, watching the page load after she signed in. She wasn’t certain, but it felt like her heart was pounding so hard that everyone in the apartment building would be able to hear it. She nodded again, still staring at her phone. A button that said See Results came up and her thumb hovered over it, still shaking. She glanced over at Ollie, who was stacking some blocks together and babbling, before swallowing hard and drawing a breath in as she hit the button. The page loading seemed like it was taking forever as she tried to move her phone to hold it between herself and Hunter so he could see whatever words pop up on the screen, but her hand still shook. “Sorry...” she mumbled.

Hunter: "Fuck sake!" Hunter groaned quietly as the page seemed to take forever to load once Frannie had entered her information. He couldn't take the suspense, he felt like he was going to be sick. He ran his hand through his hair again, making it look like he hadn't washed it in a month and tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling like his throat was tightening with every breath he took. Finally, the page came into focus while Frannie's hand shook and there it was in clear sans script font the word Match between the names Oliver Fabray and Hunter Clarington. Hunter's jaw dropped. He was completely speechless as he stared at the words as if they might get up and rearrange themselves...

Frannie: A lump formed in her throat as the page finally loaded and she read the words. There was a slight wave of relief that washed over her as she let out a breath slowly. At least she didn’t have to go through this process again with someone else, right? She glanced over at Hunter, still looking at the screen. Frannie chewed on the inside of her cheek, not really knowing what to say or do now.

Hunter: Part of Hunter wanted to get up and run, run and run and never come back, but another part of him was screaming to reach out for Ollie, to pick him up and hold him tight. He'd never been the best at expressing his emotions or controlling them, especially after his mother died and he was left to be raised by a man who didn't care. Who sent him off to military school where the cadets were taught to have hearts of stone and that feuds were solved with armies. But 6 months of therapy and anger management had taught him enough that he managed not to have an outburst. Hunter breathed heavily, trying to keep calm. "He's my- he's my son." He muttered, hands shaking, really trying to get up and get outside for air but he felt glued to the couch.

Frannie: Frannie finally put her phone down on the coffee table and stood up suddenly. Then she sat down again, furrowed her brow, and stood up once more as she shook her head. She went over to the windows and opened them, standing there and looking out the window. Her moment of relief was over and now her mind was reeling with all that needed to be done and all the conversations that had to be had and how terrible she was at trying to convey how she felt. She nodded, glancing back at Hunter and then at Ollie. “Y-Yep, yeah, He’s- That’s what match meant. Mhmmm.” She looked back out the window until she heard “Mama!” and glanced down to see Ollie standing next to her, reaching out for her to pick him up. She bent down and placed him on her hip. “Hey Ollie...” She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. Ollie pointed at Hunter, frowning a little. Frannie moved back to the couch with Ollie and sat him between them. Ollie poked Hunter gently, looking at him.

Hunter: Hunter felt like he could breathe a little easier when Frannie finally moved over to the window, her up and down movement was making him feel claustrophobic. He tried to rub his eyes discreetly as tears tried to force their way out but he swallowed hard a few times to push them back. He'd never been one to cry but right now his feelings were overwhelming as he tried to reconcile the path he'd accepted for his future and how all that was crumbling down around him. He'd gone from only having to worry about himself, to worrying about himself and Benji, to now having a whole new human to worry about. A human that was part of him and would rely on him for the rest of his life. Hunter had been so lost in his own mind he didn't notice Frannie had returned to the couch with Ollie until the boy was prodding him and staring. "Hey kiddo." Hunt tried to smile. "What's up with you?"

Frannie: Ollie looked up at Hunter, still frowning a little but began to smile when Hunter smiled a little. He wiggled on the couch, shifting until he was standing up next to Hunter and wrapped his little arms around him like he had before. "...It's uh... It's good if he sees you crying. I mean, not good... but you know... it shows him that having emotions are okay... everyone has them and they shouldn't... like... be suppressed or whatever." Frannie rambled a little, almost regurgitating word for word what Sam had told her before.

Hunter: "I'm not- I'm not-" Hunter responded, shaking his head, still denying his feelings, still trying to harden his expression. Clarington's didn't cry. Clarington's didn't show any emotion. However, he did allow himself to wrap his arms around the small body of his son and hold him close, closing his eyes and letting the rest of his senses take in the little boy in his arms. The softness of his hair, the scent of baby detergent, the slight stickiness that always seemed to be present on little fingers no matter how often you washed them. But now their was a small Clarington who should be taught better than he was, a small boy who should be taught that love and pain, happiness and sadness were all good things, things that needed to be felt and expressed, and maybe Hunter and Ollie could learn that together.

#para #franniexfabs

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shipppersrus · 5 years

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The Kids Are Alright- Episode 1, Part 3

Possible trigger warning for a character mentioned who committed suicide.

Rated T

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

A/N:

This chapters discusses sexuality and sex.

This chapter discusses suicide. Trigger Warning

I grabbed my crutches and we all made our way to the couch. Louis sat my crutches down while I took a seat, once he sat I cuddled up next to him. Ruby, Asaim, Violet, came to play this go round. Louis dealt out the cards and apparently today we were playing War. We all put out our cards and Asaim scored the highest card with Louis scoring the lowest.

“Alright Asaim what is something you’ve been dying to know?” Louis awaited.

“When did this happen.” He pointed between him and I.

“I’m irresistible obviously. Brains, brawn, my dashing good looks, wonderful sense of humor; how could she resist.” Louis stated.

“Sure Louis, now tell us the real story.” Violet flight.

“I’m serious! Clem confessed her undying love for me, we shared a kiss and now she’s all about the Lou.” He pulled me tighter in his embrace.

“Clem is that true?” Vi studied my face.

“I wouldn’t say my undying love, but yeah I guess I made the first move.” My cheeks started to grow warm thinking of the moment that felt like forever ago.

“Like I said I’m irresistible.” He kissed the top of my head.

“Oh come on Lou, everyone knows you were head over heels for Clem since she got here this just proves that you didn’t have the balls to make the first move.” Vi called him out while everyone else giggled in agreement.

“Or I’m a gentleman and wouldn’t impose myself on a women who could probably rip my throat out with her bare hands.” Louis fought back.

“Alright, Alright guys next question.” Asaim asserted as we all drew or next card. This time I drew the highest card and Ruby drew the lowest.

“Poor sweet Ruby, come on Clem give her a good one.” Louis encouraged me.

“Alright Ruby, so how did Asaim pull you in?” I couldn’t help my curiosity.

“Well after the fight maybe a week later I found the sweetest poem on my dresser and it made my heart swell.” She grabbed his hands.

“I guess I owe Louis a thank you, I’m not giving it to you but it’s owed.” Asaim chimed in.

“Wait what did Louis have to do with it?” He never told me any of this.

“Well that love letter would of never seen the light of day if it wasn’t for me. I found it in the trashcan in our room and thought it was too good to waste.” Louis was all too proud of himself.

“More like rummaged through our trash can, but sure.”Asaim rolled his eyes.

“Well look at you now, you’re a taken man.” Louis gave him a wink. We all continued on to the next swipe of cards. This time Louis got to ask Violet a question.

“So Vi since we’re talking about love, would you say you’ve ever been in love?” Louis asked her.

“Obviously Minnie was my first everything. I remember our first kiss like it was yesterday, we were up the tower looking at the clouds and I kissed her. I was so scared but when she kissed me back I knew I was in love with her. It’s funny too cause when I saw her again alive and well all those feelings came rushing back but as soon as we spoke, the way she looked at me it was all different; almost like she was a new person and we never had known each other at all.” Violet player with her boots.

“I’m sorry Vi I didn’t mean to bring up dark memories.” Louis shifted on the couch.

“It’s not really dark if you think about it Minnie now and Minnie then we’re two different people. The end of the world has a way of changing people, I just wish I knew that before I went partially blind.” Vi half smiled. “I’m sorry again Clem. You has to make a tough call and I shouldn’t of said all those harsh things to you or tried to fight you when you came back to save us.”

The group grew silent as we all just sat there. That’s when Aj came running out the building.

“Louis it’s done!” Aj was jumping for joy.

“Perfect timing.” Louis stood up letting me fall back on the couch.

“Perfect timing for what?” I was confused. That’s when Louis picked me up and carried me to what seemed like the music room.

“Okay Clem close your eyes.” I thought about putting up a fight but decided not to. What were him and Aj up to.

Aj ran ahead of us as the cold from outside deserted my body to the weakness of the Admin Building. I felt Louis turn and it felt like we were in the music room. I could tell by the musty smell and the tingling feeling I got every time I thought about the moment I shared with Louis in here. When you start falling for someone everything feels familiar in the sense of the places you guys go together and the music room was filled with Louis. He finally put me down as I leaned my body weight on him.

“Now open.” I opened my eyes and the room was filled with pillows and red candles. The set up was very romantic. “Alright little man, thanks for all the help! This is where we part ways.” Louis set himself up for a high five.

“Wait, I can’t stay?” Aj’s fave dropped.

“First Clem and I need to talk then you can come back.” Louis smiles assuringly.

“Ok hurry up and talk I’ll be right on the stairs waiting!” Aj started to take off.

“Or you can draw up the best picture ever!” Louis encourages.

“Ok!” Aj says enthusiastically.

Louis helped me sit down on the soft pillow lay out as gently as he could. Him and Aj doing all this for me almost brought tears to my eyes. After Louis helped me he headed to the piano and reached behind it bringing over two rusted cans of soda and a chocolate bar.

“Wow where did you get these?!” I was completely surprised.

“I found these on my way home the night you- well anyway I found them and thought i’d save them for our real first technically second date.” He winked and sat right next to me.

“Lou I don’t know what to say.” I bit my lip. The emotions I felt were indescribable.

“Speechless I like it.” I could tell he was nervous. I leaned in to kiss him and he returned my gesture. It was simple yet so meaningful.

“Aren’t you going to open them.” I was ready to eat chocolate for the first time since forever.

“Whoa hold your horses Clem, you always have to save the best for last.” Louis got up and headed to the piano. “I want to play you the song I made for you, I added words to it, then if you think it’s completely terrible you’ll forget once you have the chocolate.” How could I ever think anything he’s done for me is terrible, he’s absolutely delusional. I listened as he took a deep breath.

The day you walked through those doors

My whole life changed evermore

You saw through my bullshit

And you’re with me through it

Thank you for your love

Your amber eyes are worth more than gold

They carry the secrets never told

I promise to protect you

I promise to love you

In a way you’ve never been before

Thank you Clem

You’re the light I never knew I was missin

Thank you Clem

I’ll protect you till my last breath

You deserve the world but till then here’s my hand.

I was speechless as the tears slipped down my cheek. I could never understand what I could do to deserve a guy like him. I searched and searched and searched for someplace safe to call a home where Aj could just be a kid without worrying about whatever waited on the other side but I never thought in a million years I would find this and more. I never thought I’d find someone who could make me smile without trying or someone who could care about Aj as much as I do. Someone who could love me for me, past the blood on my hands and the dirty laundry of the things i’ve done and now I have and nothing could of prepared me for this. I think I’m falling in love…

“Was it that bad… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He sat next to me I could see his hand lightly trembling.

“Shut up.” I cupped his face and slowly brought his lips to mine. He kissed back the butterflies turning into heat. His hand dropped to my waist as he pulled me closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his neck trying to pull him closer to me even though there was no air between us. It was like my lips knew exactly what to do, even though I don’t. My body was tingly all over and I felt really hot like I had a fever but I didn’t want to pull away or let go I wanted this moment forever. We kept going for what felt like forever till we heard the door creak and immediately pulled away Louis jumping back what felt like 5 feet.

“My pictures ready!” Aj busted through. Both Louis and I fought to catch our breath.

“It looks so good little dude.” Louis chimed in as he tried to compose himself.

“You can’t even see it from over there.” Aj pouted.

“Aj could you give us 5 more minutes.” I couldn’t look at him right now I was too embarrassed.

“But Clem-” Aj whined.

“Just 5. I promise Aj.” I negotiated. He moped out of the room and closed the door. Louis and I maintained our 5 feet apart as we both tried to figure out what just happened. We both started talking at the same time and stopped as the awkward silence fell between us.

“I guess we should bust out the chocolate before he comes back out here.” Louis finally made his way to me. “I’m sorry if that was too much I don’t know what happened.”

“No! I mean don’t be sorry. I liked it, I think… I never felt like that before.” I played with my jacket button.

“Me too.” He smiled.

He handed me a chocolate bar and it had a note with my name on it with hearts all around. I looked at him as he he watched me patiently open it.

‘Will you be my girlfriend. - Louis’

“Louis.” My heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten before.

“Eat the chocolate for yes, and run away for no.” He awaited my answer. I took a bite of the chocolate and watched his face beam. “Is that a yes?”

“That’s a yes!” He embraces me. We kiss again and the knock was back once more. “ Come on in Aj!”

We cuddled up as Aj shared his drawing with us, I haven’t been this happy since before everything happened. The boys had the fire going and all rested in each other’s company listening to the fire tick. Aj laid in my lap as I rubbed through his kinky hair. We laid there until he was sleep, I dozed off for a bit to see Louis playing the piano. I slid Aj off my lap and picked up my crutches as I made my way to him. As I stood behind Louis I could feel something was wrong, I couldn’t imagine what could be wrong in these moments but then it occurred to me that our quietest moments are typically our darkest hours. I rubbed his back as I moved my crutches to sit down next to him. The sad tune he played told me everything I needed to know

“Hey.” I started.

“Hey.” He kept playing.

“Want to talk about it?” I leaned on his shoulder.

“I don’t think so.” He kept his head down focused on the keys.

“Ok.” I listened to him quietly playing as I thought about all the ways we were different yet the same.

Louis lives, I survive; but we both probably never thought the last time we’d see our parents would be the last time we’d see our parents. It reminded me of what Ben said about Kenny when we were talking once. We talked about how much we missed our parents, he understood me or at least that part of me. It’s hard not to know if they’re living or dead or something else… until you find out.

“Erin was my first crush.” Louis tapped one of the keys over and over.

“Did she go here?” I asked.

“Yeah. She was super quiet but I knew she had a lot to say. She has colorful braces, and the happiest smile.” He smiled at the thought.

“Did she have feelings for you as well?” I wondered.

“Maybe. It was hard to say, something happened in her past that would never let me know.”

“Wha- what happened to her?” I was hesitant to ask him.

“When it all started they went out searching for help, some of the kids. When they came back I guess she saw something that scared her and she slit her wrist. I found her bleeding out, I was too late. She left me a note, it said keep living and breathing; that they would need me. It said If they don’t someone will. That was at the start and it helps me not give up on the darkest of days. Now I have you.” He looked at me.

“I have you too.” He kissed my hand.

I woke up the next morning to see Aj’s bed empty. I assumed they headed out to find the group they saw. I thought about yesterday, how I craved Louis’s kiss and now his touch it made me uncomfortable and comfortable all at the same time. I’ve never needed someone like that before, it scared me. I started to think about what we did, what it meant… and I needed answers. I sat up and put my jacket on as I searched for Violet. I became panicked as I thought about that hot feeling I had, did I have sex?!

I made my way made my way to violet's room and slammed the door.

“Violet I think I had sex!” I held onto the door my eyes wide in shock.

“You what!” Violet sat up from her book shocked. “Wait you and Louis had sex, no way!” She didn’t believe me.

“Well I’m not sure actually… we were kissing last night and we kissed in ways that we never kissed before, it was with.” I mouthed the word tongue as Violet awaited me to keep going. “I got really hot and felt weird but like all over my body, and I didn’t want to stop.”

She stared at me like she was waiting for me to keep going.

“What else?” She pressed on.

“Well Aj busted in and I swear we almost ran away from each other.”

“Clem…” she rolled her eyes but in a full body eye roll.

“What?” I was genuinely confused.

“You and Louis didn’t have sex… well if Aj didn’t walk in you may have.” She continued reading.

“Well then what was it?” I sat on her bed looking for answers.

“You guys made out and you liked it, that’s all.” She continued in her book.

“Oh… sorry. I don’t know much about this type of stuff.” I was very embarrassed, I didn’t want to run around telling people we had sex when we didn’t.

“What do you know?” Violet gave me here attention.

“I know about periods, masturbation, and I thought I knew what sex was.”

“Oh boy. You have a lot to learn.” She sat up and faces me.

After my chat with Violet and her almost too vivid description I learned a lot. I learned about sexuality, and bases, hooking up and other stuff. She didn’t leave out one single detail. Most people didn’t like talking to me about it but Vi seemed completely comfortable teaching me. She answered most of my curious questions but also dodged a few.

I headed back to my room as I journaled some things. A knock on my door took me out of my thoughts and I invited the person in, it was Willy.

“There back! They have stuff.” Willy shouted and took off running I got my crutches and headed out to the courtyard.

Aj was the first in carrying lots of fruit with him. He ran and gave me a hug as he headed to set down the fruit. Louis was next holding a bag full of weapons on his shoulder and more food as well. Another person followed behind them, it was James. James was holding a crate of something. He stopped when he saw me and I approached him.

“I thought about what you said Clementine. Maybe you’re right. I’m sorry.” James was very empathetic.

I thought long and hard for a second. Should I throw him out, what if this is a trap to take Aj. Or what if he’s sincere.

“You’ll be safe here James.” I put my hand out for him to shake. He shook it and headed inside.

“It’s good to see you Clementine. I knew you’d make it.” That voice echoed through my brain as I recalled all the memories it carried. Clementine do this, do that. She almost had me die with Luke, then tried to steal the car right before Arvo shot me. Her red hair and pale skin stood in front of me. I reached for my knife and smacked her in the face with my crutch the proceeded to tackle her. I don’t even know how I was on top her but I was my raged spilled out.

“You bitch!” I was ready to stab her and put her out of her misery.

“Clementine!”

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yasuda-yoshiya · 5 years

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Sorry I haven’t been around here much lately! The last few weeks (/months, really) have been rough for me, but I’m feeling a bit better at least for now. For now I’ll just drop some overdue thoughts here on some of the things I’ve been watching since I finished Utena:

Princess Tutu

I found Tutu to be a really sweet and charming show with a ton of heart, but I'm also sad to say that I don't think watching it straight after Utena did it any favours for me. Utena portrayed the same kinds of themes around breaking out of predefined narratives in a way that personally hit home for me a lot harder, so Tutu ended up feeling a bit like a watered down version of the same ideas to me... Which is a shame because I do still think it's a really cool show with a lot to like about it! It's visually and aesthetically gorgeous, I adore its whole cosy meta-fairytale atmosphere and the ballet theme and the whole general feel of the show a lot - it just didn't end up leaving that much of a lasting impression on me in the end. I may well come back and revisit it some day, because I feel like I'd probably get more out of it coming in with a clearer idea of what to expect and without Utena's shadow unfairly hanging over it.

For the characters, I loved Ahiru and Fakir! They were both so endearingly earnest and I really liked the respective directions they ended up taking both of their character arcs and their relationship (Fakir passionately rewriting the story to be about Ahiru's bravery and courage at the end made me cry so hard! That's like, the exact kind of individual heartfelt expression of love that hits straight to my heart when it comes to fictional couples, waaaah...)

Mytho and Rue were a bit harder to connect with for me; I felt like I couldn't really get invested in Rue's feelings for Mytho for the most of the show since the backstory around them wasn't revealed until the very end. (I did like Ahiru and Rue's relationship quite a bit, though! That sort of feeling of the narrative artificially pushing them into being enemies when they really could have helped each other as friends was well done.) On Mytho's end I just never clicked at all with the whole raven blood subplot that seemed to dominate his character in the second season, unfortunately. I couldn't make it meaningfully connect for me, even though I had quite liked him as a character in the first half of the series (even in just my generic "hnng cute boys struggling with the idea of having feelings" way). I'd be interested to see on a rewatch whether those two would work better for me having a better idea of where their trajectory was going from the start, since I felt like I didn't really "get" what they were going for with their relationship or how I was supposed to be reading them until the very end (I'm slow okay).

Steven Universe

What an absolutely lovely series! I've been wanting to check this out for a long time, and I'm glad I finally got the chance because it really is excellent. I totally fell in love with the whole Crystal Gem family, and the balance between them all having their own personal issues to deal with while still being able to draw love and support from each other was done really well. I really loved the handling of Steven's PoV in the first couple of the series especially for how they handled his growth around coming to understand that his parental figures are really flawed people who have a lot of baggage to deal with, but also without framing their personal problems or their relationships with each other as being at all within either his power or responsibility to "fix". Instead, his moments of growth are more about more consciously registering the burdens they're under and making those little gestures to ease them wherever he can, like consciously showing appreciation for their parenting efforts with the test, or giving Amethyst more time to vent things out with her friend when she's stressed out instead of asking her to take him home right away. Likewise, on the gems' end, we really get the sense that e.g. Pearl's love for Steven is real and valuable and "saves" her in a very real sense, but also that it's not going to ever fully erase her depression or her grief over losing the life she had with Rose before and that that's okay.

I would say as the show went on, it felt like it lost some of the grounded and occasionally harsh nature that originally drew me to it - the first couple of seasons felt like they had a sort of constant legitimate tension in the background with the gems trying hard to keep things together in a hard situation in a way that still obviously had its cracks in it, and a sort of acknowledgment that "maybe not everything will be okay, but there's still a lot of good in the world and in our relationships that's worth living for", which I appreciated. Whereas I felt like they moved a bit more towards unambiguously positive resolutions as the show went on, with a bit less of that willingness to leave things "unresolved". (Of course the show still has a lot of those moments, like the reveal of Rose's past in particular, but even then I wished that the fallout from the reveal and its lasting impact on the gems was given more time and weight than it was.) That feeling culminated for me in the finale of series 5 and the way the plot with the diamonds was resolved, where it felt like the show pretty much parted ways with reality entirely and fully embraced a kind of ideal fantasy positivity.

But I don't think that's necessarily a totally bad thing, either - it's still a very genuine and heartfelt kind of positivity that can be hard to find in narratives as unapologetically queer as SU is (especially in media targeted at young kids!) and I'm sure a lot of people really need that gap filled in their lives, so I can't really bring myself to resent it overall. The characters remain as endearing and lovable as ever, the show still made me smile from beginning to end, and all in all I have nothing but great appreciation for all the important ground it's willing to tread as a kids' show touching on a lot of extremely relevant contemporary issues in a positive and responsible way. It honestly makes me feel really happy and hopeful to think of kids getting to grow up with a show like this! So while I might personally have ended up resonating more with the show if they'd taken a different direction, I feel like I still have a lot of respect and understanding for the route they did end up taking, too, and I'm glad to have experienced it.

Mob Psycho 100

I thought this was a very cool and interesting show! As "deconstructing shounen tropes" series go, I feel like this one successfully hits a unique sort of sweetspot for me in the way that, rather than brutally tearing apart shounen conventions out from the roots (which is also something I can enjoy a lot when it's done well!), it's instead focusing on taking a lot of the genuinely positive ideas that draw people to shounen - the ability to overcome adversity through personal growth and "the power of bonds/friendship", positivity in the face of despair, and so on - and re-examining them through a more grounded context that asks "Okay, but what does that actually look like in the real world?" Because, you know, it definitely DOESN'T look like people with magical god-given superpowers blasting through everything that challenges them with the sheer force of their specialness and their pre-assigned role as the "main character", right?

So I was really impressed by Mob as a series for not only being so thorough about deconstructing that (to the point that the voice encouraging Mob to use his powers more and be a super special hero is an outright "devil on the hero's shoulder" kind of character!), but also for going that extra step to examining what real positive growth actually DOES look like. I felt like the series did a remarkably insightful job overall (especially in the second series) of sort of gently but firmly differentiating "real growth" from "shounen growth" in that sense. I really loved those little touches like the Emi episode, where the viewer is effectively led to expect a moral about how "people will like you more if you act more genuine and be yourself!" - but then the show very deliberately switches gears to the idea that trying to be more genuine is already worthwhile in and of itself, just because you're living in the world with a more conscious awareness of what's important to you and standing up for the things you care about, and how that authentic way of living can inspire other people and have a positive impact on them too.

And similarly, I absolutely love Mob and Reigen's weird, messy, problematic relationship being the emotional centrepiece of the series, because it's the exact opposite of the kind of friendship you'd expect to be centred in a "POWER OF BONDS!!" themed show, but that's also why it just... really really works! It's such a humble and near-accidental and flawed and limited connection, and I love that Reigen is also allowed to impact Mob in negative ways and have selfish motivations and be unambiguously portrayed as a genuinely pathetic and terrible person and a bad influence on him too, and that the show doesn't remotely shy away from that - and yet somehow it still absolutely shines through that both of them would be worse off without each other, that the "power of their bond" really has changed them both for the better as people. Not through any incredible magic connection, but just through those little moments where they save each other through things like Reigen telling Mob "It's okay to run away", or Mob telling Reigen "You're a good guy".

Because the show is so upfront about the limitations of their "bond", it really does make the emphasis on its positive impact and how fortunate the two of them are to have been influenced by each other really work and have value, I think - because it comes across as that kind of approachable, recognisable "miracle" that really can and does happen in people's daily lives. It doesn’t claim to be a perfect friendship, or to have the capability to fix all their individual problems just by existing, but it does still come across loud and clear that they’ve been a genuinely positive force in each other’s lives. I definitely came away from it with a greater appreciation for those little chance encounters and humble relationships that have helped me and shaped me as a person! On the whole, I'm sure the show isn't for everyone, but I would definitely recommend it to anyone who enjoys shounen as a genre at all, because I feel that it really works as a remarkably critical and self-aware yet loving celebration of the spirit behind those kinds of stories.

#princess tutu #steven universe #mob psycho 100

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erasethedarkness · 5 years

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Could I get a hc/scenario where present mic has a gf, going through a depressive episode, calling herself a burden/useless etc?

Hello, Hizashi’s Hurtin’ Anon! I’m sorry I took so long with responding to this request. I hope you’ve been well, and if you’ve been going through your own depressive episode, that help has been at your side. It’s been a while since you submitted this, so my hope is (if you were feeling depressed before) that you’re feeling better now, and that this scenario helps with making things just a bit kinder and brighter.

Reader: Female

Scenario: Every Friday, Present Mic stops by your place to spend time with you. It’s simply one of the view rituals you could count on in your relationship. This Friday, he found a complete dark home and was drawn to the bathroom by the sound of running water and a song, where he found you sitting in the shower, sobbing.

Words: 1401

Song Inspiration: Crash and Burn - Savage Garden

If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart…

Was there anything better than a Friday afternoon for a teacher? Present Mic always looked forward to it because it marked the end of the work week for one of his jobs- but more importantly, it was the beginning of your time together. Every Friday, he would stop by your place after finishing up at U.A., no matter how many times he saw or missed you during the week. This was the one constant you two kept during your relationship, and it was the brightest part of the week, especially when you two were unable to see each other.

By now, he just started letting himself into your apartment. You knew to expect him around this time; it was like clockwork after all. As soon as he was allowed to leave the campus, he was on his way to you. Sometimes he’d take an extra five minutes to pick up flowers or something small but dear, and other times he’d rush just to have an extra five minutes with you. Today, he wanted as much time with you as possible. He missed you, and somehow, it felt like more than usual.

When he let himself into your place, he stopped in his tracks, his smile falling to a confused expression. The rooms were completely dark. You even went through the extra effort of drawing the blackout curtains together, and closing the blinds. He heard the shower running, and the soft, melancholy lullaby of The Swan by Saint-Saëns, a chill jolting down his spine as worry prompted him to close the door and approach the bathroom. The running water and gentle music suggested someone was in there, but he couldn’t make out a single light or any other sign. This was so very unlike you that he was genuinely concerned that something happened. Did a villain break in? Were you alive? His worried heart pounded fiercely.

“(Y/N)?” Yamada called out gently, knocking on the door. He waited, holding his breath in his chest, hoping to hear your voice. His hand came to the door handle and he turned it, surprised that it was unlocked. When no response came, he took a deep, shaky breath. “(Y/N), I’m coming in.”

To his surprise, he found a single candle lit on the sink, your phone face down next to it with the piano accompanied cello piece on repeat. Just barely, he was able to make out your silhouette as you sat in the shower with your knees hugged to your chest. It looked like your head was resting on them, either bowed or looking to the side- he couldn’t tell. But what he could tell was that you were crying, despite trying to use the sound of the shower and song to mask it.

“Hey, lover… What’s wrong?” His voice was incredibly gentle as he stepped to the bathtub, sitting down with his back against the wall and leg pressed against the ceramic basin, the curtain still pulled between you two.

“Hizashi…”

Hearing your voice, he sighed silently in relief, though the tension in his body didn’t unwind at all. The amount of devastation in your voice was insurmountable and agonized him in ways he could never explain to someone who had never been in love.

“I’m here, (Y/N). Like always, y’know?” He pulled off his fingerless gloves and took off his jacket, slipping his hand beyond the curtain and offering it to you. When you didn’t take it, he sighed and gently stroked your shin with his knuckles, trying to reach through to you. “I’m always here for you, babe…”

You sniffled and choked on a sob as you felt his caress, water beating down on you as if they were the words tearing you apart in your head. Your shaky hand came down from your knee and took his, holding it tightly as your body trembled. He squeezed back, loosening up just to squeeze again, setting a steady and calm rhythm to help ground you. Only your sniffling and gasping accompanied the perfectly tuned strings, the cello, piano, and water coming together in their own symphony as words failed you. Ever patient, Yamada sat with you in the bathroom, letting you take as much time as you needed to come around to him. No matter what, he trusted you to come back, even from the darkest parts of your head and heart.

“Hizashi… I’m so sorry…” The words came slowly and through gasps that showed just how hard you were sobbing.

“Why are you sorry, hon…?” He gave your hand another squeeze, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“I’m sorry I’m so-…” you choked up on the words, finding them harder to say to him than to yourself. “I’m so…”

“Wonderful?” he filled in, knowing that wasn’t where you were going, but where he wanted to take you instead. “Fantastic? Oh- you’re so lovely!”

“No… No, I’m not!” you cried out, letting go of his hand and clutching your head as water cascaded down your face, overtaking your tears. “I’m worthless!” Once you said it, it felt impossible to stop. “I’m a complete waste of space, Hizashi. I don’t deserve you. You don’t- you don’t need such a terrible burden like me. You deserve so much better! I’m just… I’m just… I’m nothing,” you cried. The words ached coming out of you, your chest incredibly tight with pain, heart and head fully believing every word you said. Hearing nothing in return, you convinced yourself that the man you loved finally realized he was well out of your league. You cried harder, eyes shut tightly as you curled up into yourself as much as you could, trying so desperately to disappear beneath the water, wishing it could wash all of you away.

Your head snapped back as you felt something brush against your sides. With the dim light of the candle hardly shining past the curtain, you struggled to make out the legs that slid out from either side of you. Undressed, Yamada slipped into the shower behind you. His fingers gently pressed against your ankles before sliding up your shins to your knees.

“That’s not true, (Y/N),” he whispered gently to you, his soft voice cutting through the blanketing sound of water. You felt his chin against your shoulder as he leaned his head against yours, his hands crossing each other as he wrapped his arms around you. “Even if I could never put a price on you, that makes you invaluable, not worthless.” A soft kiss met your skin, his lips lingering as he spoke into you. “If you want to insist you’re nothing, let me remind you that nothing is perfect, and that’s exactly what you are to me: perfect.”

Quietness fell between you two as he held you close. You could feel his heart beating against your back. Over and over, he faintly placed kisses against your skin and hair, replacing each one as it was washed away. His hands traced over your body in loving caresses, giving you as many physical sensations as he could to draw you back to him. Each slide of his fingers called up goosebumps, a completely different touch than what the shower provided. He strummed his fingertips along your body and through your hair, drawing lines that somehow matched the melody of The Swan, the song continuing to play in an endless loop.

“I don’t deserve someone as wonderful as you,” you whispered coarsely, your throat in tough condition from such intense sorrow.

“Sure you do,” he corrected you with an almost playful tone. “If anyone deserves someone as wonderful as me, it’s you, (Y/N).” You could feel his smile against the back of your neck as he brushed your hair away to kiss it. “You’re my leading lady- the silver screen star that makes and breaks this movie we’ve all been cast in.”

His hand came up to your face, finger and thumb at your chin as he turned you to look at him despite the darkness. Just barely, you could make out that broad smile beneath his little moustache that you adored. “…and I’m your biggest fan,” he reminded you, softly kissing your lips. “I love you, (Y/N). There’s no one else who could even compare.”

…and when it’s over, you’ll breathe again.

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Sleepless.

It’s Spring 2013. Orla can’t sleep because of a late night drawing session. But also because she has things on her mind.

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4:02 am.

Orla O’Connell lay wide awake on her back and let out a faint but rather dramatic sigh. The room around her was mostly dark, only a bit of moonlight fell through the blinds, creating a striped pattern on the walls. She had counted those stripes for the umpteenth time now, instead of sheep, but there was no use. Sleep was out of question.

‘I should’ve known better.’ Orla thought and rolled her eyes at herself. ‘As if picking up my damn sketchbook late ever ends in a good night’s sleep.’

Mick had already gone to bed around eleven (which was a bummer because Orla had other plans) but it was only Friday - well, Saturday now - and she was about to spend the weekend at his apartment and she was pretty tired herself a few hours earlier after all. The last week had been really exhausting; her current art school projects ate up most of her free time as well as her energy and Mick’s week hadn’t been very enjoyable either, judging from the few bits he had told her during the week. They haven’t had much time for anything else but occasional phone calls and text messages which only added to their overall grumpiness - they had missed each other terribly.

Although both were certainly wiped enough, neither Orla nor Mick wanted to go to bed at seven already so they ordered in some food and just crashed on the couch together, tackling the newest episodes of their current favourite guilty pleasure show and it somehow turned out to be a perfect evening nonetheless and so Orla figured that there wasn’t anything to complain about at all - they had each other back now and there were no regrets, merely two full days to look forward to.

The world was in balance again.

At least until Orla made the mistake of getting out her sketchbook when Mick was just about to go to sleep, “Just for a few minutes, I’ll be with you in a bit!”, and the worst part was that he had warned her as well, “Nah, don’t start drawin’ now. Just don’t. You know what happens when y’do.”, but seeing that it was too late already (and knowing that arguing with her was pointless anyway), he just groaned and rolled his eyes before kissing her goodnight and disappearing into his bedroom. Orla could’ve sworn that he mumbled a rather unflattering remark regarding her state of mind on his way out but she didn’t really care, her latest sketch already had her full attention.

That way she could also finally pay attention to all the thoughts that had been coming to her mind over the week. There were quite a few of them. In fact, there were so many that she was forced to take them to bed with her and here she was - sleep-deprived and caught up in incoherent thoughts.

Orla sighed again. Normally she loved that Mick knew her so well but right now? Not so much. He would get up well rested in a few hours after all, while she wouldn’t feel and function (and look) significantly better than an average lower class zombie. She looked over to her right side. Mick was apparently sound asleep, looking unusually peaceful.

‘Yeah, great. Just play Sleeping Beauty, I get it.’ Orla thought, rather miffed and she looked back to the ceiling, crossing her arms over her chest. The prospect of spending the next few hours like this had no appeal at all to her and Orla couldn’t see any good reason why she should spend her sleepless misery all by herself. She didn’t really want to wake Mick up just like that, though. There had to be things she could do that would make him wake up sooner or later and that she could later pretend to be entirely oblivious about.

Orla bit her lip and after a little while she had an idea. She slid out of bed and stomped into the living room, not bothering at all to be quiet (maybe shutting a door not so quietly would already do the job), digging for her tablet in her bag and when she found it, she hurried back. She flopped on the bed, rustling the bedsheets a little longer than necessary before she crept back under them, arranging the pillows behind her so she could sit up comfortably.

Another expectant glance to the other bedside. Nothing. Not even the slightest movement. ‘Jesus, O’Loughlin, what are you, dead?’

Orla switched the tablet on and turned the volume up. She had already thought of the perfect movie with the perfect opening sequence to watch. It took her a moment to browse through her files, hoping that she hadn’t already deleted Declan’s stuff from the hard drive as planned but she was lucky.

“… aaaand there it is. A New Hope.” she mumbled and double clicked the file. “Do your best, George Lucas.”

Only a few moments later the all too familiar tune blasted from the device, just as Orla expected, and she hummed along for a while, checking every few moments if her sleepy boyfriend would finally deign to wake up and keep her company. The sound wasn’t ridiculously loud, that would be too obvious, but, combined with the light coming from the iPad, it certainly had potential to wake someone up and her method turned out to be quite effective indeed: Mick wrinkled his nose a little and let out a little disgruntled noise of disapproval. After a few moments he reached out, eyes still closed, clumsily groping around in the dark, apparently trying to figure out the source of the noise so he could turn it off.

Success. Orla turned down the volume again quickly. When Mick’s hand landed on her arm, she put her own hand on it.

“What’s up, baby? Oh god, sorry, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” she murmured, not able to supress a smirk that she knew he couldn’t see.

“Mmmmmh…” Mick murmured.

“What was that?” Amused, Orla now put the tablet away and leaned over him, her lips almost brushing his ear.

“Whaddayadoin…”

“I… didn’t mean to wake you. I couldn’t sleep so I thought I could watch a movie, maybe…” Orla replied, stroking his hair and, above all, making sure to sound as innocent as possible.

“Ugh…” Mick now drew his arm back, covering his face with it.

“I’m sorry.” Orla said. “But hey, now that you’re awake, we can watch it together.”

“Why?”

“’Cause watching movies is fun?”

“No. Yah... no. What have I ever done to ya?” He sounded so hilariously dazed that Orla had to laugh.

“You haven’t done anything!”

Mick rolled over now, scooting closer and snuggling up to his girlfriend, putting his arm around her hips and resting his head on her lap. Orla smiled and happily ran her fingers through his hair again. Yep. That was kinda what she had in mind.

“I don’ wanna watch Star Wars. Not ever.” Mick murmured before his gaze eventually fell on the alarm clock on the little bedside table. He raised his head again and blinked in disbelief. “Are ya outta ya mind? It’s almost four fuckin’ thirty!”

“I told you I couldn’t sleep!” Orla cried out.

“Oh my god!” Mick flopped back into Orla’s lap. “I told ya not to pick up that fuckin’ sketchbook!” His voice was muffled.

“Yeah but-”

“Did I tell ya not to draw? Did I?”

“You did. Don’t be dramatic now.”

“I jus’ wanna sleep. It’s 4:30, I got ev’ry right ta be dramatic at 4:30.”

“Ah no, that’s such a waste of energy.”

“What energy, I’m out of energy.”

Orla giggled a little at his remark as he still sounded somewhat dazed. “Hey, weirdo, now that you’re awake…” she lightly patted his head, ”you can entertain me! How’s that?”

“I can hardly keep my eyes open, can’t possibly do that now.” Mick rubbed his eyes with one hand. “Gimme ten minutes.” he added quietly, a few moments later.

“Oh my god, you’re terrible!” Orla laughed. “Wasn’t talking about that. I mean, I dunno. Let’s just talk for a moment? I’ve been thinking a bit lately.”

“‘bout what?”

“I dunno. Things.”

“What things?”

“About us.”

Despite the soft voice that Orla was using, the statement jolted Mick a little further out of his sleepy state. He opened his eyes in the dark again and frowned but Orla couldn’t see that.

“What about us?” he asked quietly.

“I dunno. Nothing in particular. Or, well. There’s something, I guess?”

“So, what is it?”

Orla sighed. “Maybe it sounds silly but... doesn’t it ever feel weird to you that we, y’know, never fight?”

Startled at the unexpected sentiment, Mick let out a little laugh. “Wait, what relationship are you in? We fight all the time! We just did, kinda?”

“Nah, that’s not ‘fighting’, that’s usually foreplay.”

“Fair enough. Still. We do fight. I mean, I’m sure we fight?”

“No, we don’t.” Orla caressed Mick’s upper arm by tracing little circles on it. “Jessie said it. Ever since we became, y’know, this, we’ve been in such harmony. Inseparable. Almost, like, synched.”

There was silence for a few moments. Just when Orla feared that Mick had fallen asleep again, he turned his head to face her and propped himself up a little.

“So... ya want us to shout at each other every day or what?” he asked carefully, still not quite sure why Orla would bring this subject up in the middle of the night. Or, better said, the very early morning hours.

“Of course not.” Orla rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly now.”

“I mean, we’ve been datin’ for, like, what? Four weeks?”

“Five.”

“Yeah, either way, that’s not exactly what one would call long time commitment, eh? Ya really want us t’ be miserable so soon?”

“I don’t wanna be miserable, silly, I just... I dunno. I feel that real relationships should have more fighting.”

Mick looked at Orla for a few moments, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

“... ‘kay, I’ll try my best to piss y’off more often from now on.” he eventually shook his head a little before he laid back down to rest in Orla’s lap again.

“You’re not taking me seriously at all, are you?!” Orla rolled her eyes again and gave Mick a light slap to the back of his head.

“Ow!”

“That can’t possibly have hurt. Like, at all.” she scoffed but began to stroke his hair again, as if to make up for the slap she had just given him.

“My head hurts from yer ‘We should fight more!’ shit. I mean, Orla, c’mon. Who cares what Jessie says?”

“I’ll tell her you said that!”

“Or what anyone else says in that matter.” Mick groaned. “Ya know what I mean. None of our friends is exactly an expert in the field, don’t ya think?”

Again, silence. Mick closed his eyes again, hoping that Orla would eventually let it go so they could get at least a few more hours of rest.

“Are you mad now?” Orla asked after a few moments, grinning, lightly pulling at a strand of his hair.

Okay, so much for ‘rest’, Mick thought to himself.

“C’mon, you wanna fight now? I made you mad, we have to fight now!” Orla insisted and she clearly was no longer tired.

“I’m not mad, you’re just annoying.”

“Aw, now we’re definitely gonna fight, you said a mean thing!”

“I did not-”

“Finally. Our first fight. Prepare for some cliche phrases.”

“Orla, what the hell?” Mick laughed. Screw it. She wants to play, let her play. He was no longer tired anyway.

Orla was relieved when she heard him laugh.

“You never listen to me!” she suddenly cried out, using a tone of mock dispair.

“Oh my god.” Still laughing, Mick rolled over on his back. “Get away from me.”

Orla joined in laughing and she scooted closer, slowly crawling on top of him.

“You never take me seriously either!”

“No, I certainly don’t.”

“You don’t care for me-”

“- ah, c’mon, that’s debatable-”

“- and I always I have to do all the apartment cleaning by myself!” Orla finished her little mock outrage and bent down to Mick, kissing him sweetly.

“You never cleaned my apartment so far.” he murmured against Orla’s lips, placing a hand to the side of her neck and pulling her into another deep kiss. “Hey, ya wanna do that later? I have a new mop!”

“Woah! Sexist much?” Orla gave Mick another light slap to his head, sat up and crossed her arms. She knew he didn’t mean what he had just said but she felt playful.

“Ya don’t need to wear any clothes, by the way.” He put his hands to her hips and squeezed them a little and the somewhat firm touch sent a little shiver down Orla’s spine.

“See? You’re terrible.You deserve to be shouted at.”

Mick looked up at Orla and bit his lower lip, lightly tugging at the hem of her shorts. “Hey... come back down here for a moment.”

Orla did as he asked her to, curious as to what was on his mind. “What is it?”

“Do ya really- I mean, ya really think it’s a bad thing that we don’t actually fight?”

“I was just saying-”

“‘Cause I think that’s a good thing, y’know?” He cupped her face in both of his hands and gave her another kiss. “Call me a softie or anythin’ but I’ve never believed in all those bullshit cliches. That couples have to be miserable and irritated with each other. You don’t want that kind of relationship. I don’t want it.”

Orla pushed a lost strand of hair out of Mick’s face and smiled at him. “No, of course not. It’s just... it’s just all I know. Like, I don’t have a whole lot of reference where there was no fighting involved.”

“Yeah, and how did that work out for ya?”

“It didn’t.”

Mick played with a strand of Orla’s hair, curling it around his finger and letting it go again. “I can do without the fighting.” he eventually said.

“Chloe and Malachy fight, but they handle it somehow? They’re perfect for each other. So it’s maybe not only a bad thing after all.”

“Aye but Chloe’s a hothead and Malachy is, well, uh... Malachy. We’re not anything like them.”

“You are a hothead.”

“Not really.” Mick shook his head.

“Hey, I’ve known you for much longer than five weeks, okay? You, sir, are a hothead.” Orla insisted.

“I’m not. Not with you.”

“Not with me, no.” Orla smiled. “Still. I don’t think fighting is just bad. I mean, how do they say? Friction causes heat. And heat eventually turns into warmth.”

“Aye, okay, I’m not sayin’ we won’t ever fight but it doesn’t have to be and if we don’t, ya shouldn’t worry ‘bout it.” A thought crossed Mick’s mind and he propped himself up on his elbows. “Wait, what, are y’ bored already? Is that what this is all about? Oh my god!”

“Oh god, no, I’m not bored!” When Mick just kept looking at her with a dumbfounded expression, Orla had to laugh. “I am not. bored., you weirdo. Anything but that, trust me. Actually... “

“What?”

“No. “Orla shook her head. “It’s silly. And sappy.”

“Orla, y’ can’t just start sentences and not finish ‘em.” Mick sighed and laid back down again. “That’s what I do.” he added with a smile.

“Yeah, and you must stop that, by the way, it’s annoying and the ‘It’s cute ‘cause I’m sleeping with you!’ bonus will expire one day.”

“Don’t change the subject. Tell me what ya think.”

“No. Gives you way too much power.” Orla smirked.

“Orla, please.”

“Alright.” she sighed. “It’s so dumb. Don’t take this the wrong way but... I think I’m scared sometimes.”

“Scared? Why that?”

“I mean, aren’t you? We’ve been together for such a short time only and sometimes it freaks me out how much it unsettles me when you’re not around.”

“What do ya mean?”

“Okay, look. Just think of last week. I was literally on the edge of my sanity ‘cause we couldn’t meet up for even five fuckin’ minutes. Apparently I’m that kind of girl now and I hate it.”

“What kind of girl?”

“The kind of girl who needs her stupid boyfriend or otherwise she’ll freak.”

“Oy, watch it.” Mick pinched her side a little but he was smiling.

“Sorry. Got carried away, y’know. Feelings.” Orla smiled right back.

“But seriously, why d’ ya hate that? I feel the same, I was close to murdering my co-workers and once ya got here, my bad mood was like... poof. Gone!”

“Okay, that’s kind of cute... except for the murdering-your-co-workers part. Please don’t do that.” Orla raised an eyebrow.

“Figure of speech. If I killed them, I’d have to do all that work alone.”

“I’m sure they appreciate your motives for letting them live.”

“This is not about them.” Mick caressed Orla’s cheek with his thumb and she closed her eyes at his gentle touch.

“I know. I dunno. It’s not that I don’t enjoy things as they are. I do. It’s just... what if-”

Reading her thought, Mick just closed his eyes and shook his head. “No. Don’ even think that, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“‘Cause I am.” Realising how weird he probably sounded and that such a statement based on a simple feeling probably wouldn’t convince her, Mick tried to think of something that would back up what he had just said but he couldn’t think of anything reasonable. He realised that, in a way, Orla was right. He couldn’t be sure. It really was just a feeling, but the feeling was strong enough and for some weird reason Mick had always been better off trusting his guts so far and so he shrugged. “I dunno. I just am.”

It looked like Orla didn’t need any reason as she smiled right down at him. They looked at each other like that for a few more moments and while nothing they had just said made any sense, their little world was still perfect

Eventually Orla pulled back and sat up again, her expression curious.

“So you’re a fortune teller now?” she asked.

“What?”

“Well, apparently you can now predict the future. That’s good, that way I’ll never have to worry about anything anymore, I can just ask you about how things are gonna turn out.”

“Well, if it makes ya happy?”

“Yeah! So, what else can you tell me? Am I going to be rich? Famous?” Orla lowered her voice. “Clearly I’m already drop dead beautiful.” She did an elegant hair flip and smiled down at her boyfriend.

“Aye, y’are.” Mick smiled back and nodded. “Well, I can tell ya that my neighbours will be up very soon.”

“Really? Why would they, it’s barely 5. Is that something you just know as well?”

“Aye.” Mick bit his lip and put on a playful grin. He put his hands back to Orla’s hips, pulling her a little closer. “Ya be screamin’ my name in less than, uhm... let’s say thirty minutes, it’ll wake ‘em up.”

“Aw, I hate you when you’re cocky like that.”

“Nah, ya don’t.”

“Nah, I don’t.” Orla grinned and she let Mick pull her into another kiss - one that didn’t leave too much room for interpretation but a few moments later she sat back up again as she got hit by another thought.

“Hey, so we never really finished that discussion about fighting.” Orla noted, out of breath, her smile wide.

“Oh my god, are ya fuckin’ serious?”

“Just listen to me!”

“Now? No way, I got other stuff on my mind now, come back down here!” Mick used both hands to wave Orla nearer.

“Alright, in a second. Just promise me you’ll at least consider provoking a fight every now and then!”

“God, what? Why?”

“Just three words...” she teased, as she slowly pulled down the straps of her tank top.

“Huh?”

“Make up sex.”

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#orla #mick #orla x mick #orla's pet name for mick is indeed 'weirdo'#along with others #elsa inspired that #WHO ELSE lol #I find that cute #even a casual 'hey weirdo!' warms this boy's heart

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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - August 24th, 2018

Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them.

Is it a Malfunction? by who_seeks_shall_find - There are problems with Felicity's spinal implant and Oliver struggles to see her in pain. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15701811

And I Wonder (If You Wonder About Me Too) multi-chapter complete by @charlie-leau - When Felicity was eight years old, her father tucked her to bed. He read her a bedtime story and bid her goodnight. When she woke up the next day, he was gone. She never heard from him again. Heartbroken, Felicity decided not to let anyone in, ever again. She just couldn’t bring herself to trust anyone. That was until she met Ray Palmer. She fell for him, he fell for her but she still expected him to leave her. He didn’t. They got married and they were happy for a while. But deep down, she still expected him to leave her. Little did she know that she’d be the one leaving him in the end. https://archiveofourown.org/works/5899057/chapters/13599040

P.S. Hong Kong: Was it Real?!? multi-chapter WIP by @cruzrogue for Olicity trope-tastic award: Fake Marriage - This is off season 3 Flashbacks. When Tommy goes to Hong Kong he doesn’t go alone he takes his friend Felicity as the best information system being to help him locate Oliver Queen. Tommy may leave empty handed but Felicity gets to be a bride… https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025697/chapters/34832747

Love and Little Cupcakes multi-chapter WIP by @christinabeggs - Felicity loved sweets so much that she paid no attention to her lovelife. Until Thea Queen came into her store wanting fabulous cupcakes for her sixteenth birthday. SO ADORABLE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12400539/chapters/28216053

The Queen's Mage multi-chapter WIP by @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl - Words have power, and mages, those with the aptitude to draw on that power, are few in number. Thus, their services are highly sought after by anyone who has exhausted all mundane means of solving whatever problem is plaguing them. Felicity is reminded of this fact the hard way when she is hired by Moira Queen, the Lady Starling, to find and return to her son Oliver, who fled his family home five years ago following the death of his father. With a threat hanging over her should she return without Robert Queen's heir, Felicity begins her search. When she finds Oliver, and ends up joining his vigilante crusade while she waits for him to decide whether to return home, the last thing she expects to do is fall in love with him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14617068/chapters/33781269

Re-Airrow: Episode 2x03 by @lostolicityscenes - These scenes take place after the end of the episode and specifically references the events in the above YT clip (Felicity in the field using herself as bait for the dollmaker). Again, just trying to flesh out Oliver and Felicity’s nascent friendship/feelings. https://lostolicityscenes.tumblr.com/post/177105189894/re-airrow-episode-2x03

Life's All About Changes multi-chapter WIP by Crazyreader2468 - After agreeing to plead guilty to being the Green Arrow in order to get FBI assistance in capturing Diaz, Oliver finds himself in a supermax, a maximum security federal prison, serving a life sentence. As he struggles to become accustomed to life in prison, his family, friends, and teammates struggle to live without him, as well as continually attempting to find a way to get him pardoned. Will they succeed in obtaining a pardon and will Oliver survive until they do? Mostly AU from right before the ending of episode 6 x 22 and after most of 6 x 23. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14936172

The Mantle by @who_seeks_shall_find - Oliver and Felicity enjoy a slow morning in their bed. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15721899

Whiskey and Romance multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Felicity Smoak gets the opportunity of a lifetime to compete for the hand of Prince Tommy Merlyn. She is taken from her normal mundane Vegas life and is soon swept up into a lifestyle full of nobles, drama, obligations and chaos. All the while trying to stay afloat, someone else begins to win her heart, Tommy’s best friend, Oliver Queen. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14441952/chapters/33357156

It's Time by who_seeks_shall_find - Felicity and William made a few phone calls before they left for the protective custody. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15730620

The Eternal Love multi-chapter WIP by Mellowyellowdiamonds - Forced into a loveless marriage to Al Sah Him by her ageing and clearly looney adopted father Ra's Al Ghul, Felicity Smoak tries her best to plot her way out of this "terrible" marriage in a bid to regain her freedom. Her husband however has other ideas and is determined to foil her plans every step of the way. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15328269/chapters/35564142

The Paths We Take multi-chapter WIP by griever11 - Rival CEOs AU. Felicity Smoak, CEO and founder of her own company, is trying to prove herself in the cutthroat world of the technology industry among the other bigwigs in the game. Oliver Queen, recently back from the dead is trying to prove to the world that he's no longer the same man-child who went down on the Queen's Gambit and is finally worthy of his family's legacy. Both equally formidable names in the corporate world. And both with a long, complicated history with each other that no one but themselves are privy to. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15314133/chapters/35530296

Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. http://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172

To Those I've Loved Before multi-chapter WIP by @felicityollies - Felicity Smoak is invisible. She keeps to herself, does her school work, and is pretty much under the radar in every possible way. Felicity loves love, but has never been able to take that leap of faith to be with someone else. Instead, every time she has a crush on someone, she writes them a letter and hides it away. This was all working well for her until her letters were mysteriously mailed to each of her five crushes. Based on the film: To All the Boys I've Loved Before https://archiveofourown.org/works/15736440/chapters/36588351

I'm Watching You by who_seeks_shall_find - Donna Smoak isn't exactly happy and she has a few things to say to Oliver. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15742068

Pieces of Always multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356

10 Rules of Rebounding multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Oliver and Felicity start a sex relationship as rebounds for each other. What’s supposed to be just fun, soon gets complicated when it turns out that their work lives collide, Robert Queen fears their sexual relationship could threaten his company and an ex comes back into the play. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15403404/chapters/35749620

Unexpected Meeting or Fate? multi-chapter WIP by CaptainSammyAngel - Since she was a little girl, Felicity Smoak has been apart of the League of Assassins. While Oliver Queen for the past six months has been the CEO of Queen Consolidated and trying to keep it afloat. When the League decides to start the hunt of Malcolm Merlyn in the last place he was located, two people will meet but circumstances and pasts will make it difficult for them to be together. Will they find a way or will they be torn apart? https://archiveofourown.org/works/15007139/chapters/34783916

Deep Water multi-chapter WIP by @it-was-a-red-heeler - A Season 7 Speculation fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15081917/chapters/34968092

Shut Your Mouth by who_seeks_shall_find - Oliver wants to enjoy a calm dinner with his family but a few drunken men have something to say about the Green Arrow. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15753147

| ONE | (Oliver the Footballer) multi-chapter WIP @someonesaidcake - Felicity Smoak had a plan; to save enough money to kick her monotonous job and start up the company of her dreams. She made good plans, solid plans, attainable plans. He was never part of her plan. His name was Oliver Queen, the reclusive Brazilian football star with a broken smile and a story to tell. He'd never planned on her either. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15005402/chapters/34779542

Falling for an Angel multi-chapter WIP by @missafairy - What happens if an angel falls from the sky? Oliver Queen is a respected club owner in his hometown - Starling City. His life abruptly changes when one night he finds a beautiful girl claiming to have fallen from heaven. With her wings tucked into a jacket he helps her navigate her now human life while trying not to fall in love. Nothing can go wrong even if she drinks all of his coffee and cries in the shower, right? http://archiveofourown.org/works/9368912/chapters/21209975

In a Perfect World multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - Based on a prompt: "What if Oliver (being cut off from Queens billions) follows his true passion - photography, meets Felicity and they become THE internet famous family of the world?" Oliver fell in love with photography after he received his first camera at sixteen years old. Now, he spends his time alone, traveling around the world and capturing breathtaking moments- like the beautiful woman he meets on a beach one night. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15758463/chapters/36651615

A Parent's Love by @smkkbert - When the Queen Kids come home for a weekend with their parents and siblings, Millie tells Oliver something she has been keeping secret so far. http://smkkbert.tumblr.com/post/177235474400/a-parents-love

Too Much Blood by who_seeks_shall_find - William suffered from terrible nightmares when his dad was in prison although Felicity always tried to help him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15757143

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sapphireswimming · 6 years

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Aces: Chapter 1 (a Gundam 00 fic)

For this Gundam 00 week, I’m hoping to post several oneshots set in the same, still-unnamed, slightly-AU universe. Since they need to come at least roughly chronologically to make sense, but are getting written all out of order, I’ll do my best to post some stuff here this week and then put everything up properly on ffn once it’s done

But here is set-up chapter for Day 1 of @g00week since the AEU council felt Trap(ped) after the debacle that was episode 1

2k of political posturing, no warnings, no spoilers

The meeting room’s harsh artificial lighting bloomed against the marble walls, added to as the looping footage of the white Gundam flickered brightly across the faces of the board members who couldn’t seem to look away from the central screen.

“It was our latest model,” the man in the subdued green suit said again, still hardly able to believe over it seven hours later, “and it was defeated so easily.”

The mustached man beside him crossed his arms. “We’ll just have to halt developments of the Enact…” he offered defeatedly. “Go back to the drawing board and see if we can come up with something better. The technology obviously exists,” he said, tilting his head toward the screen as the recording showed the Gundam hacking apart the suit they had been so proud of that morning before taking off of the ground and flying away, backed by a science that had only been theorized about in their developer’s wildest dreams.

“It’s going to be as simple as that,” the woman with harshly cropped blonde hair sighed. “This has gone public. It was broadcast live across the world,” she said, gesturing to the screen. “Now, everyone knows that we had more military forces stationed in the elevator than the treaty allows. They all want to know why and to what extent. They’re asking us to disclose everything,” she stressed and the other board members fell silent.

“If we do, they’ll demand that we cease and desist, and put constraints on us to ensure that we do. If we don’t… well… there’s a chance they’ll put a stop to everything pending a full scale inquiry.”

“They wouldn’t be able to halt everything, though, surely?” the green suited man said. “I mean, not at a Bloc-wide level…” he said, looking around the room for reassurance and finding none on the hard faces surrounding him.

“Don’t be so sure,” the mustached man said. “The elevators are barely ten years old. The Solar Energy Wars haven’t faded out of the public consciousness yet. This is the first treaty made under the reorganization and I can guarantee you that the other Blocs won’t take this sitting down. And with our own people against us?” he shook his head. “Don’t underestimate the power of a world united against us. Not with so much on the line.”

The tanned man with normally perfectly manicured hair put a hand to his temples as he studied the fine wood grain of the table. “We have reports that this may have been a plot by the HRL or the Union to intentionally reveal that we were breaking the treaty. I mean, to have developed such an advanced mobile suit in secret would require the scientific knowledge of a highly developed nation, not to mention the funds of someone like…”

“…the Union?” the mustached man ventured. “Their Ace did barge into the unveiling ceremony without a ticket.”

“Yes, but the Flag is still a new model itself,” the woman replied, shaking her head. “And can you imagine the Union developing something like this and not showing it off right away?”

“The HRL, then? The Tierens are ten years overdue for an upgrade. Maybe this was it.”

“Yes, but still. You’d think if they had the technology to take off again from the ground, they’d have stopped using their mobile suits like paratrooper units,” the tanned man said, expressively gesturing across the table with both hands so that the buttons on the sleeves of his white suit clinked against the surface.

The hawk-nosed British Prime Minister interrupted their postulating. “The only thing we know for sure is that this… Celestial Being, whoever they may be, has a very capable mobile suit that is more powerful than the Enact.”

“And if that’s the case,” the green-suited man followed, “we can’t afford to halt developments. In fact, we should be doubling our efforts at making new suits.”

“New or better?” the woman muttered out of the side of her mouth.

“Both,” he said, glancing to her for a moment. “Did you see how easily that thing took out our forces?”

The tanned man ran a hand through his now disheveled hair and pointed it toward the screen between them without a word. Their Ace pilot was unearthing himself from a smoldering pile of warped, twisted metal, a fortune nearly half a decade in the making.

“And that was only with two of them,” he continued as if he hadn’t seen the obvious but silent gesture. “But there are four, at least, that we know of already.”

“We have no idea how many there are. There could be dozens. Hundreds, even,” the green suited man despaired.

“I doubt it’s that many,” the woman said, turning toward him coldly. “Or they would have come out with a larger show of force.”

“They wouldn’t need to, with such advanced weaponry as that. They had two suits and it was already a show of force,” he said, pointing up toward the screen. None of them needed to look up to see the now well-familiar scene of destruction playing out above their heads. “But that’s what I’m saying. If just two of these new suits can take out all of ours, then we need more to try to counter them. More suits… and better suits.”

“Public opinion is already against us, though,” the mustached man shook his head, finally uncrossing his arms. “The other Blocs might even have been lenient now that they’ve seen the Gundams as well, but with public opinion against us like this…” he waved his upturned hands in an arc in front of him.

“If any of the member nations start withdrawing support,” the tanned man warned, sitting up and staring pointedly at each of the board members seated around the glorified conference table, “Or worse, passing legislation to prevent our military from developing further weaponry…”

“Then we’ll fall behind,” the woman said bluntly. “We’ll be overrun. By the Gundams. And the Union and the HRL.”

“I can guarantee you that they aren’t sitting back on this,” he said, reaching up a hand to loosen the red tie cinched tight around his neck. “By now, they’ve already ramped up their production teams. If this suit doesn’t belong to them, they want to get their hands on that technology just as much as we do,” he said, tapping on the table. “And they don’t have their hands tied behind their backs by this thing with the treaty.”

“So we can’t afford to stop. And we also can’t afford to be stopped. So,” the green suited man asked, steepling his hands in front of his face, “What do we do?”

“If we could drum up enough morale… enough public support, then it wouldn’t matter if we keep going ahead anyway. By the time anyone found out about it, they would also see how necessary they were,” the tanned man pointed out, unbuttoning the top button of his maroon shirt and opening it wide enough that he didn’t feel suffocated by his own clothing.

“So… we only have to find a way to keep them from shutting down production,” the green suited man said, voice lilting at the prospect of an abbreviated task.

From beside him, the mustached man sighed heavily, his voice laden with doubt. “And just how do you propose to singlehandedly turn around the public’s opinion quickly enough to salvage this?”

The green suited man did not have an answer for him.

Neither did anyone else. The board members of the AEU sat in silence as they pondered the fate of their Bloc’s military might and the footage on the screen in front of them rolled from the top once again, trailing the far-off figure of the Gundam during its initial light-filled descent until it touched down into the training ground arena.

“The Gundams,” the Prime Minister said.

“What?” the green suited man turned toward him with drawn brows.

“Capitalize on the Gundams,” he said again.

“The Gundams are new,” the woman said, slowly realizing what he was driving at. “They’re unknowns. Everyone around the world is clamoring to know more. Where did they come from, who is Celestial Being, and what are they planning to do next?”

“And?” the tanned man asked, propping one arm on the table and resting his head in his hand.

“And… we saw them first. They touched down at the AEU unveiling ceremony. We had a pilot fight one of those things. We had multiple pilots fight those things.”

“And lose. Terribly,” the mustached man pointed out.

The tanned man had sat up again and waved his comment away as he stared at the woman. “We are the only Bloc that has fought them,” he said, looking to her for confirmation that they understood the issue in the same way.

She nodded. We have footage. We have data. We don’t know what it means yet, of course, but still. We have it.” She stared around the table. “We have something that no one else does. That’s something we can make use of.”

“Sure, but make use of how? What do you propose to do?”

“Broadcast it. Televise it.”

At their unconvinced stares, the tanned man continued, picking up her thread. “If we were to have a television spot, for example,” he said, “interviewing our brave pilots, shot down on a day of celebration, when they were trying to defend the orbital elevator from an unknown mobile suit that commenced hostilities and engaged us unprovoked during an official, peaceful unveiling ceremony…” he drifted off, letting them picture all of the possibilities.

“We can frame the narrative however we want,” the woman said, corner of her mouth twitching up.

He nodded. “Sure,” he agreed easily. “Play up the human interest angle, show how brave our pilots are. How they’ll protect the member nations from this new unknown threat. Get footage from the ceremony – something that never aired on the regular news stations. Its first descent and a close up from when it touched down…”

“People will eat it up,” the mustached man breathed. “Even if they don’t consider it a threat, the fact that we can offer them new glimpses into the Gundams before either of the other Blocs will count for something.”

“The public are fickle,” the tanned man nodded, “But if you know how to cater to them…” he said, spreading out his arms before folding them neatly in front of him.

“I had forgotten you used to be on the other side of the microphone.”

He tilted his head, modestly.

“That might work,” the mustached man said.

“It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

“Who was the pilot at the ceremony?”

“Colasaur, wasn’t it?” the green suited man asked, turning to the woman for confirmation.

“Yes.”

“I’m sure he’d love to supply footage for a television special.”

The mustached man blinked. “Wasn’t he hospitalized?”

“Even better,” the tanned man said. “Get footage of him immediately, before he’s released. Really hit up that angle. The brave young man attacked out of the blue and unawares by these Gundams. I’m sure our people will be able to do something with it.”

“So that’s what we’re doing, then?” the green suited man asked. “Salvaging our reputation with a little television special?”

The woman shrugged. “If you know of a faster way to turn around public opinion in time, I’d be glad to consider it. But I had been under the impression that we were in a hurry to make the tide turn in our favor.” She said, pointedly.

“For now, I believe it may be the best thing we can do,” the Prime Minister said, effectively ending the debate. “We’ll have a better grasp of the situation soon enough.”

The green suited man threw out his hands as he ceded his reservations and bobbed his head in acceptance their marching orders. “Alright, can we contact the same crew we used for the AEU special—”

“Already on it,” the tanned man said, digging into the pocket of his blazer for his terminal and hot pressing a number from memory before switching it to voice only mode and pushing out of his seat.

#gundam 00 #g00week #durinswizardwheezes #this is going to be so fun you guys #basically the ace pilots are going to become super famous #and the world is going to have to deal with the consequences of patrick colasaur graham aker and soma pieres being celebrities #mine #ss #fanfiction #(also sorry the aeu people don't have names. if it reads super weird i can change it before it gets to ffn. but it is late and i want this u #p)

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thesilencebeforeastorm · 6 years

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Deception -

Ardyn Izunia x Chocobros x Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Slight noncon kiss, blood, abuse, abuse marks,suffering, asphyxiation, chains, kidnapping, attempted murder, deception, cursing, fear, angst (If I’m missing anything, pleaseee please let me know, this is the first time I write stuff like this.)

Characters : Ardyn Izunia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, The Reader

Word Count: 2,135

P.S. The story sounds better if you listen to Battle on the Big Bridge from Episode Gladio after the first altercation here! That’s where my inspiration came from!

P.P.S - THIS IS NOT A STORY THAT INVOLVES SEX. ARDYN DOESN’T KILL ANYONE. ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK.

“Oh if only you could see yourself right now my dear”, Ardyn said with a devilish smirk gripping and squeezing your cheeks hard and examining your face side to side. “So helpless without your beloved Prince. If only you knew he’s forgotten all about you”.

“H-he hasn’t forgotten about me! They will come for me and kill you!”, you attempted to yell, trying to seem fearless while holding back your tears. You would’ve yelled louder if it wasn’t for Ardyn gripping your face so tightly.

Ardyn laughed. “Perhaps you don’t remember that I am immortal. Such is my blessing and curse. And if they haven’t forgotten about you like you say, don’t you think they would have found you already?”

Your eyes widened. You had tried so hard to hide your fear from him but you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You were scared. Beyond scared. You began to think of Noctis.

It’s been 2 weeks since you were taken from the guys by Ardyn and you didn’t know why. It was all so random. One second you were with the guys at Hunters HQ and the next second everything went black and you were gone. The torture you’ve had to endure throughout these 2 weeks were terrible. Your body ached from being chained up to the wall all the time. If you weren’t chained up, you were being thrown around like a rag doll. You had cuts and bruises all over. Dried up blood from your injuries stained your body. You began to cry. Oh how you wanted to be with Noctis and the guys again. The thought of spending another day in this hell hole of Zegnautus Keep with Ardyn hurt you more than anything.

“Oh no no no, now is not the time for waterworks princess. The show is only about to start”, Ardyn stated staring at you.

“W-what do you plan to do with me and with Noct?!”, you yelled.

You truly wanted to know what was Ardyn’s intentions. He never pushed his limit of touching you inappropriately but only left you marks on your body from being hit so much. It didn’t make sense. What were his plans with Noctis? You needed answers.

Ardyn chuckled. “Well you see my dear, I want to do a little experiment with you. How do you think the Prince would react to seeing his one true love hurting him? Oh the betrayal he would feel!“

What? The thought of you hurting Noct would never come to mind. You weren’t an animal like Ardyn was. You weren’t a monster.

“I would never hurt him!”, you yelled again. Your body was already shaking from the nerves you had and Ardyn’s plans for you to hurt Noctis made it worst.

“Oh I know you won’t. But perhaps this will help you”, Ardyn said as he began to take on his demonic form. You were beyond petrified by now. You thought he was going to kill you right there. Then in a dash, Ardyn warped towards you and kissed you hard on the lips. You tried to fight back and move your head away but you couldn’t because of the chains pinning you to the wall. You didn’t know why he was doing this. Suddenly, you felt weird. Your whole body was surrounded by this black and purple smoke you could not explain. What was happening to you? You felt weak. The nice thoughts of Noctis began to leave your mind. You began to feel hate. Hate at him for leaving you. You wanted to kill him. To kill them all. All this was too much to take and sooner or later, you passed out…

“Noct. We had been searching all day for (Y/n) and night will be soon upon us. We must retreat back to camp where we can rest up”, Ignis said to Noctis as he motioned him to stop with his hand on his shoulder.

“No!”, Noctis said, jerking his body away from Ignis’ touch. “We aren’t leaving her!”

“Dude c'mon. We’ve been searching for her for 2 weeks all over Lucis. We can’t find her”, Prompto exclaimed.

He was right. Every since your disappearance, no matter how hard they looked or how many people they asked for help, you were nowhere to be found. He didn’t care.

“I don’t care!”, Noctis yelled as his voice was filling with panic as he clenched his fist tightly. “We just haven’t looked right! Ardyn has her I know it! We have to keep looking!”

Gladio was ready to give Noctis a piece of his mind until Ignis stopped him and spoke again.

“With all the more reason we should go rest. We can devise a plan to start searching for her elsewhere tomorrow.”

After countless arguing, Noctis and the guys finally headed back to Palmaugh Haven just outside of Hammerhead. They would devise a plan that night, gather materials tomorrow morning at the shop and head off to Galdin Quay. They would then take the boat to Altissia so that they could begin their search. With a plan that was sure to work, the guys headed off to bed except for Noctis. He couldn’t sleep. How could he sleep after being another night without you. It tore him apart to think of how Ardyn could be abusing you. He wanted to kill him and he would.

The next day:

When the presence of dawn replaced the night sky, the guys had gathered up their belongings, left camp and headed off towards the shop. That was until someone had blocked their path. Ardyn.

“Oh hello there hello", Ardyn said looking delighted as ever. This was no delight towards Noctis. His eyes burned with hatred seeing him right there took all of his strength not to warp and kill him right there but he knew he couldn’t do that. He needed to find you first.

“You bastard”, Noctis said as his eyebrows bumped together in a scowl and his fist clenched tightly once more. He knew Ardyn had something to do with your disappearance. “I knew you had something to do with it! Where’s (Y/n)?!”

Ardyn smirked at him and chuckled once more. “Such desperation! Oh how you’ve missed her!”, he said throwing his hands in the air. “(Y/n, Y/n) where are youuu?”.

“Stop mocking me! I’ll kill you!”, Noctis yelled, the panic in his voice rising again. He knew what he was capable of and he was hoping he didn’t hurt you.

“Ah she told me the same exact thing. I guess you too forgot that I am immortal. But fear not. I have your beloved princess. What a fine pet she was indeed.”

“You monster!”, Noctis yelled as he summoned his blade and warped towards Ardyn charging at him with all he had only for Ardyn to disappear. Noctis lifted his blade from off the ground and looked around to find him, again but he was already gone.

Suddenly, black and purple smoke began to appear behind him as he looked at the guys. There you were, amidst the black smoke in plain sight.

Noctis couldn’t believe his eyes. He made his weapon disappear as he ran and flung his arms around you holding you tightly. “(Y/n) you’re here! You’re here!”. Everything seemed right until he had noticed you didn’t hug him back. Even the guys noticed it too. Noctis let go of you and looked at you only to then take notice of the torture you had endured.

Aside from the bruises you had around you body, he noticed your face held no expression. You seemed not to feel anything. You didn’t move, you didn’t speak. You weren’t even looking at him.

“That’s not (Y/n). The chancellor wouldn’t give her up that easily”, Ignis whispered to the guys.

“(Y/n?) Look at me”, Noctis said as his eyes turned watery.

As you looked at him, your whole expression changed. You went from looking at him to glaring at him, frowning and breathing heavy as your eyes turned a dark yellow and black circles took form around your eyes.

Without a second thought, you lunged at him, throwing him to the ground and wrapping your hands around his neck pressing down hard. You began to choke him as you saw his face turn red and dodging his movements as he tried to hit you. The inside of you was screaming to let him go but the dark presence Ardyn left inside of you wasn’t allowing you to. It wanted him dead. It wanted to kill him.

“(Y/n) no!”, Ignis yelled as he tried to pry your hands from gripping Noctis’ neck. Gladio helped as he saw Ignis’ force alone wasn’t stopping you. He grabbed your whole body and with that, he flung you away not caring if you were hurt or not. As soon as your grip left Noctis’ neck, Prompto ran to his side and sat him up as he struggled to take a deep breath and began to cough repeatedly, tears falling from his eyes. His neck was covered in your handprints and red and purple bruise marks began to take it’s form.

“Hang in there buddy we got you! Breathe man breathe!”, Prompto yelled.

You got up, clearly not hurt from Gladio throwing you and summoned your sword however, it wasn’t your regular sword. Your regular sword was made with Lucian materials and was a shiny silver and gold. Your new one was black, gold and red and was covered in black and purple smoke. Your body was surrounded by the smoke as well. You ran to charge at Noctis once more only to be stopped by Ignis’ daggers and they crossed each other with your sword coming down it’s middle. Ignis struggled to keep his grip on his daggers as he noticed you’ve become incredibly strong.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong with you! Stop this madness at once!”, Ignis yelled still struggling against your sword.

“Get out of my way! He must die!”, you yelled, drawing back your sword and hit Ignis at his side this time, knocking him off his feet to the right as he fell far. You then looked at Noctis again but Gladio was your next opponent and he wouldn’t let you have it easy.

Ignis had took notice of your sudden form and called out to Gladio.

“Gladio! That’s not (Y/n)! We must knock her out of this state or she will kill Noct!”

“Already on it! Prompto, protect Noct! “, Gladio yelled back as he summoned his greatsword and swung it at your direction knocking you harder into the ground once more.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. Not the demon form you took but the real you inside it. Never in your life had you been hit by Gladio and it hurt. You knew it wasn’t his fault, he was only trying to protect Noct. You wanted to protect him too. You wanted out of this. You wanted Noct. Nevermind that. The demon in you started to block out those thoughts from you again. You began to stand up trying to keep your balance from the sudden blow.

“It’s working! Strike again!” Ignis yelled as he got closer to you to deliver his hit. You blinked multiple times and got back into focus as you dodged both of their hits and went to strike them only for you to feel a dagger piercing through your stomach. It wasn’t Ignis’ daggers. It was Noct’s. You didn’t take notice when he got up from the ground and warped his dagger towards you. You let out a loud scream as the demon began to leave your body. You clenched Noctis’ jacket hard when he ran to you as your knees felt weak and made you drop to the ground. The real you started to come back. Your eye color returned to normal and the black circles that surrounded your eyes were no longer there. You knew why Noct chose daggers instead of his sword. He didn’t want to kill you. He only wanted to drag the demon out of you and save you.

Noctis with the help of Ignis began to carefully remove the dagger from your stomach. Prompto then gave him his bandana to help stop the blood as they gave you a phoenix down.

“N-noct…”, you managed to say before your vision started to become blurry. “Y-your neck..I’m s-sorry…”

“Don’t talk!”, Noctis yelled. He didn’t mean to yell at you. He was just so scared. “It’s not your fault, you’re gonna get through this okay?”

“Okay….”, you said.

The potion was doing its work. Noctis scooped you up and carried you to the car to take you to a hotel where you could heal properly. Things were going to be okay…

▪Tagging : @chocobutt-trash @zer0pm

▪Credits to @yallneedtrashjesus for the photo of Noct at camp! Thank you 😊

#ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardynhell #ardynthirst #ardyn lucis caelum #noctis #noctis lucis caelum #trigger warnings #read at your own risk #abuse #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #ffxvfandom #final fantasy xv #ffxv writing #ffxv imagines #ffxv story #angst

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stunudo · 7 years

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...when you're attracted to someone, it just means that your subconscious is attracted to their subconscious, subconsciously. So what we think of as fate is just two neuroses knowing that they are a perfect match.

Dennis Reed from “Sleepless in Seattle”

Going Down With The Ship

One of the Six: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Bethany Devereaux x Gideon

A/N: Okay, here is the Trope List challenge for @reiding-and-writing. I chose #9 Sleepless in Seattle Moment. This fits into my OC Series “One of the Six.” The trope scene takes place during the original investigation of Season 3 Episode 19 “Tabula Rasa”. So it seems like 99.7% of the fandom does NOT like Gideon. Therefore the title fits the expected disinterest/ loathing of this, plus- well Bets was in the Navy people. Also you may have a reason to hate him more... xoxo Stu

I cannot tell you the moment it happened. I wasn’t paying attention. I am unable to pinpoint even the day it happened. It was a slow realization, but a quick shame. Hotch knew. He never said so, but Hotch knew. Damn it I wonder who else knew? Oh well, can’t do anything about it now. I was never a romantic person. If someone gave me the warm fuzzies, I would probably make out with them though.

This wasn’t the puppy love I had with T.J. Stevens my sophomore year at the academy. It wasn’t even what the few months I dated Janet Hyde before she left me for a rookie cop she met at the gym were. This was something else entirely and that is why I never saw it coming. After four years working together I woke up to the unfathomable revelation that I was in love with Jason. What the hell was this?

185 Days Remain

We were still working through the case files when Haley popped in with some take out. I don’t know what Aaron did to win this woman over, but it was not enough. She tried to swing by when we weren’t busy, feeding the wayward profilers or just checking in on us. She was extremely good at her job, but I knew she was only a little blue line away from dropping it all. The way Lover Boy and her looked at each other it was a surprise they didn’t have a litter already.

“Hey H-2, how are you?!” I called, tossing the folder back on to my inspection worthy desk. Her big grin greeted me, I rushed over to help with the bags of Chinese. The Crab Rangoon was calling to me, it had only been 9 hours since breakfast after all.

“Bets, thank you. I thought I was going to lose a quart of Kung Pao Chicken to the carpet!” We wound around the matrix of desks and dropped everything on the break room table. Finally Hotch realized his wife had arrived so I left them alone and headed back with my stash of fried goodness. As Jason walked past me the sparkle in his eye caused a rush to my cheeks. I was confused so I just shoved a piece of food in my mouth and grinned like a goofball.

“We should really bring her along on cases, she always finds the best egg rolls.” Jason explained, rubbing his hands as he headed to the waiting meal. It had been a few weeks of odd nerves and slight blushes up until that point. I now only associate Crab (or what passes for it) with my embarrassment, needless to say I no longer eat it.

I was working late, not that that was odd. What was off about it was that I didn’t need to be. Morgan had left, the SAs had left, even the Bird had left. I headed up to the offices because I wanted to say goodnight. Jason was at his desk with a projector watching film strips. It brought back memories of the awful stuffy afternoons in the science classroom when we were forced to watch an un-medicated birth or terrible animations of sperm swimming.

But there he was laughing. It was a silent film but it was clearly the grandfather to modern physical comedies. I pictured a young Jim Carey attempting the same bits. It was so raw and silly. I got lost in the story. I didn’t see when he came over to lean on the door jam with me. We stood there for the rest of the reel, enjoying the gags. It was a comfortable quiet.

When the tell tale clicking of the end of the film had reached an awkward rhythm I finally looked at him. He was smiling warmly at me, nothing new. “Have a good night, Bethany.” I smiled shyly. “You too, sir.”

I was frozen for a moment in his dark eyes, but then the moment passed and I went home.

“You don’t have the capacity to love these women!” Jason spat at the unsub as he held the victim by the hair, a machete in the other hand. “Put down the knife, Reynolds. Tell me your story, but let her go.”

The unsub was a certifiable idiot. He threw the victim at me, I caught her in my free arm, keeping my gun locked on his head. I tried to reassure her, but I just held on until Hotch had sent Morgan in with the cuffs. After I holstered my weapon, I really hugged her. I shushed her as she fell apart. She had been held for four days, she smelled and could barely stand.

Watching her be loaded on to the back of the ambulance was like watching Vaughn’s isolated cot in the infirmary. I had been a witness to the end of the pain, but couldn’t fathom what these women had endured. We had to do better. Jason had stood next to me while the boxy vehicle pulled away.

“These are the days that I take out that projector. To remember to laugh. Someday soon, she’ll remember how to laugh. You did good today, Bethany.”

I nodded, watching the night descend on the crime scene. It was then I knew that I didn’t want to keep doing this alone.

“Where are you heading this time?” Hotch asked Jason as he locked his office for a week off.

“Cape Hatteras National Seashore.”

“You like the Outerbanks?” I asked.

“Piping Plovers, I’m going birding.” Jason kept it short, he was in a hurry to enjoy his vacation.

“Enjoy the lighthouse if you get the chance!” I called to him as he waved to us behind his back. It actually hurt to see him walk away so brusquely.

“The Bodie Island Lighthouse was erected in 1872.” The baby bird squawked.

“I know, I’ve been there.” I shrugged off the annoyance at the new kid. “I kind of have a thing for lighthouses.” I don’t know why I was admitting that, but it just came out. I shoved a hard candy into my mouth to stop myself from being too chatty.

“Does he take vacations a lot?” His meager voice was trying to be casual.

“Not really.” I thought about it. “But more often than Hotch.”

The next morning we got a case and they were letting the string bean into the field for it. It wasn’t far, just over to Roanoke. They had dubbed him the “Blue Ridge Strangler.” I said a silent prayer of gratitude that Jason was out of town for this one, he hated when they gave the unsubs catchy names.

I woke up a little out of sorts. I don’t know why I was being emotional, but it was frustrating. Going over the crime scene photos with Morgan was nauseating. They looked like me. Dark hair and eyes. Sure they were prettier, but I couldn’t help but feel even more “off”.

I let Hotch and the boys head to the active body retrieval. I stayed behind to start piecing together a profile. When I dug in my purse I found a new key chain in the shape of a lighthouse. There was no note. I jumped at the chance to escape. To run. I picked up my cell.

“Hotch, I am using that IOU from Haley’s last birthday. I will meet up with you back in Quantico.”

“Is everything alright?” He was concerned.

“Everything is fine, besides you have the genius on hand now. It will only be a couple days.”

“Okay, but Bets, call me, when you get there?”

“Deal. Square?”

“Square.”

I hung up and called for a rental car. I wasn’t stopping back home. The drive to North Carolina was a blur.

I knew that Jason hadn’t left me that key chain, but I wanted it to be from him so badly that I tricked myself into hoping. There is nothing more cruel than hope. I don’t even know what I was expecting to find when I arrived at the National Seashore. I walked the beach and trails for hours. After not finding him among the protected coves, I made my way to the lighthouse.

The salt in the air and the sting on my skin brought my Navy brain back to me. I wasn’t this pathetic love-struck girl who chases her crush by crossing state lines. But I was. Visitor hours were drawing to a close at the summit and yet I stared off as the sun set behind me.

“If I had been a younger man, I might have assumed you were here for me. But not after this, this view is the real heart-breaker, eh?” Jason’s voice brought the delusion crashing down around me.

“Some people don’t see age as a barrier, but as experience to cherish.” I called over the wind, defending my recklessness. He walked over to me, his face that of a concerned teacher. I had made an ass of myself. “But you don’t have to say it, I get it.”

“I’m sorry, Bethany. I am not someone you should be wasting your youth on.” He stood there, his hands moving constantly. “Honestly I am flattered and a little frustrated.” He smiled.

I laughed through my tears. He was being charming and it added to the bitter-sweetness. “What is frustrating you?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I had profiled you as a lesbian.” Admitting he had been half-wrong about me was probably the humblest thing he could have said in the moment. This esteemed mind acknowledging he didn’t know something, was as genuine an offering as I could have hoped for.

I shook my head, laughing again. “If only it was that easy.”

I dragged myself off the lighthouse and into the rental car. I found a run down motel and crashed for two days. I slept off the embarrassment and the disappointment. When I got back to headquarters I was recognizable again.

“Row? Where did you skip off to?” Morgan teased, ruffling my hair.

“Nun-ya. Nice work messing up your ankle though.”

“Right, right. But you left me with the kid. I mean he talked to the victim’s parents and everything!”

“Wow! Looks like he can ditch those water wings after all.” I teased.

“I can hear you.” Baby bird chirped.

“We know.” Morgan and I said in unison. I high fived him and he low fived me. Turns out, I was okay after all. I had my team. Who needed love anyway?

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Chapter 12: The words

As I told you before this is my birthday week and I wanted to give you all a gift, since everyone keep asking for more chapters in a week. So today Im publishing the 12ve chapter and I'll be posting another one on Thursday, as usual.

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The day of the first Chili Pepper world tour show had come and Anastasia woke up that morning with butterflies on her stomach. “This is going to be great”, she thought but she was also very nervous.

- Rise and shine! – Her friend, Mandy told her from the bed next to hers.

- I fucking hate your morning energy – Anastasia said.

- Today is going to be awesome!

- What if they hate us?

- Stop it with the insecurity, An! Of course they aren’t here for us; they are here to see the Peppers. I mean, I’m here for them too, but have a little faith. European crowds have always been great!

Mandy always knew how to make Anastasia feel better. They got up, brushed their teeth, showered and met the rest the band to leave for the venue. Once there they did a little sound check before the Chilis arrived. Then they spent most of the day getting to know everyone in the tour crew and hanging out at the dressing rooms. “Everyone seems nice”, Anastasia told Mandy after lunch. She left her dressing room and started to walk aimlessly but in the back of her head she knew where she was going.

She was trying to find Josh, she hadn’t spent time with him since that night in London and she needed it, she needed him. After a couple of minutes she saw him, next to the stage. He was talking with his guitar tech. Without a real intention she caught his attention and she saw him telling some words to the other guy and walking towards her.

Without saying a word he hugged her, so tight and so lovely she couldn’t help but smile.

- I’m so excited to have you here – Josh started to say – I mean to have all of you here – he said after looking straight to the floor.

- I’m excited to be here too – Anastasia said smiling some more.

- Come to my dressing room! We have plenty of time to talk – He took her hand and guided her to a grey door.

- Wow! You have your own dressing room! – She said – Well, of course you do – She felt like an idiot at that moment but Josh just laughed a little.

- I like to have time for me while the rest are making interviews – Josh sat on a big black couch – Come! Sit with me – he pointed to the empty space next to him, and she obeyed his request – How was your flight?

- For me all flights are terrible, Josh.

- Anthony was kind of mad because he thought you were going to fly with us.

- He can’t be mad for that. That’s stupid. We are just the opening act.

- For him you aren’t. Dead Curse is more than an opening act, An.

- Not here – They stayed in silence for a while.

- I missed you – Josh said suddenly – I literally counted the days, the hours and the minutes to see you again.

- Josh – Anastasia said before smiling wide – I must admit that I missed you as well.

- I’ve missed you since that night in Chicago when I was a completely idiot!

- No, Josh! We already talked about this.

- I can’t help but feel that I ruined a great thing that was starting in my life.

Anastasia didn’t know how to act to that. Josh was leaving his pride to a side and opening up to her. She looked into his eyes as she liked to do. She used to think that way she could read people’s minds. Josh was full of regret and so was she and in that moment something hit her like a lightning. She couldn’t wait more and jumped into Josh’s arms.

She kissed him softly at first and Josh responded grabbing her waist and putting her in his lap, then his fingertips touched kindly every commissure of her back, under her shirt. That excited her and she started to kiss Josh a little bit more violently. She broke the kiss for a deep breath and saw him smiling with triumph.

- Why the smile? – she asked

- Because I’ve never been so happy in my life before.

This time he grabbed her waist and rested her back on the couch while he, on top, traced his lips over her neck, without really kissing it, he was just drawing curved lines with his lips and breathing over her skin and that made her moan a little. He looked to her eyes and smiled.

- We can’t do anything here, Josh – Anastasia said looking at the door – It won’t be right.

- We won’t – he said – That’s why you are going to visit me at my room tonight.

That affirmation excited her a lot more. She ran her hands through his hair, and tucked it behind his ears.

- How are you so sure of that? – She said trying to start a game.

- Because I know how bad you want it – He was starting to get excited too, she could feel it.

- What if I don’t show up? – She kissed him.

- Then I would have to kidnap you and it won’t be pretty.

- Maybe I want to be kidnapped.

He was going to answer but someone knock on the door. He let a strong “Fuck” out and went to open while Anastasia tried to look cool there on the couch. Carl was at the other side, quite surprised by the scene. He let them know that Josh had an interview to do before the show.

- I thought we had agreed that I would not do interviews today - Josh replied.

- That’s the rock star life - Carl said back.

- It’s okay, I have to get ready now – Anastasia said standing up from the couch – Go and do the interview I see you later.

- You take the stage in two hours, tell the others – Carl shouted while Anastasia walked back to her dressing room with the feeling that this tour was going to be better than she expected.

Sex that night was amazing, of course. They did it four times and neither of the two could catch a single Z, so by the next day they were both very tired for the second show in Budapest. In spite of that they did an amazing job up the stage.

The days were passing fast. At daytime they acted like the best of friends, but most nights Josh and Anastasia fall into the lovers’ abysm. She didn’t stay with Josh every night, she thought this way they would keep their secret safe, but Mandy knew it all since she was Anastasia’s roommate.

- Look at you, six months ago you were closing your heart to love and now you are having all this sex and looking so radiant. Which is totally unfair since Peyton is so far away from me – Mandy told her one day. Anastasia just smile to her friend.

Helsinki was the last date at that point because of the Chilis’ schedule (two weeks on and two weeks off), which Anastasia found totally unreasonable, but they were the bosses and she couldn’t do anything about it. She was happy to come back to LA. She was going back with Josh this time and she was eager to see how the two would get along in a “normal situation”.

The first couple of days in Los Angeles, Josh and Anastasia were apart. He was visiting his family and she was spending time with her friends. Besides, The Chili Peppers had a gig at the first Rams game of the football season so she tried not to bother him since she knew he was busy.

On a Tuesday night her phone rang and it was Josh calling.

- What are you doing? – He asked.

- It’s midnight, so not much.

- Did you have dinner?

- No, I was at the studio the whole day and came home late.

- Well, get dressed, I’m picking you up.

He hanged up and Anastasia smiled thinking that boy was crazy.

- Where the hell are we going to eat at almost two in the damn morning? - Anastasia said sitting in Josh’s car.

- Do you remember that place in El Sereno that I told you?

- Yes! The pizza place! – Anastasia remembered it.

- The best pizza in LA.

- Well, I’ll be the judge of that.

It really was the best pizza that Anastasia had in a while. After eating she invited him to her house, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye that night. As soon as they arrive home she opened a wine bottle and poured it in two cups. Josh was sitting in her big, white living room as she handled him one of the cups.

- I must admit it was a very good pizza, but you need to try Manolo’s.

- I will. We will. We got plenty of time to try all the pizzas in the world.

- I like the way you think, Sir.

- And I like you, Miss – Anastasia felt her cheeks turning red.

- I think this thing of ending on couches is getting out of hands – Anastasia said – Do you want to watch something on Netflix?

- Let’s keep watching Making a Murderer, I couldn’t watch any of it since I came back to California.

Anastasia turned the TV on and set Netflix on it. The two sat on the same couch in front of the big screen. Half an episode after, they were kissing each other.

- Why can’t I keep my hands off of you when we are close? – Josh said between the kisses.

- I hope you can’t keep them off ever again – Anastasia said – Come.

Anastasia took Josh’s hands and led him to her bedroom upstairs. It was an amazing room with a glass wall from where you could see Los Angeles skyline. Josh didn’t stop to look through the window, he took Anastasia by her waist and put her on the bed to start kissing her again, first on her lips, and then on her neck and finally on her chest, she let out a small moan and looked at him saying “I just love neck kisses”. She helped Josh take his jacket off first and then his shirt. She was wearing a dress so his job was easier. He drew her waistline with his fingers and she roughly ran her hands through his hair. Their bodies were filled with desire. She kissed his neck while he was leaving her naked. Josh looked straight into Anastasia’s turquoise big eyes while he was inside her, and then both smiled.

The adrenaline was rushing in their bodies after all was done. Anastasia rested her face on his chest and stayed there a couple of minutes just to hear him returning to his normal breathing. Just like that, both fell asleep.

In the morning, Anastasia felt an arm hugging her and she turned her body to see Josh smiling back.

- It feels good to wake up next to you for a change - Josh said. Anastasia bit her lip – I love when you do that. You always bite your lip when you are having an orgasm.

- Can I be honest and confess a very stupid thing to you?

- After everything we have done, please do.

- I had never had an orgasm before, just with you.

- Oh… wow! Really?

- Yes, the way you make me feel is something I've never experienced before.

- You make me the happiest man on earth.

- That is something nobody told me before either.

- That is because you never really met someone who loved you before.

- Are you saying… that? – Anastasia could sense the words Josh was about to say.

- I love you? Yes, I do – She opened her eyes and felt like somebody just lifted her soul.

- I love you too, Josh – Anastasia was happy to finally say it, after months of fighting it back.

Josh kissed her tenderly and hugged her tightly.

- You know what? I don’t wanna do this anymore. Not the way we are doing it – Josh said and Anastasia felt fear – I want you to be my girlfriend – Anastasia took a deep breath a gave him a big smile.

- Nothing would make me happier – they kissed again.

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