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Headlights | pjm (m)

Summary- Jimin is a fuckboi, rumor has it his tongue can make you see stars. Everyone assumes he’s this way because he just wants to have fun. No one dares look deeper, no one sees the haunted look in his eyes, the emptiness and pain that reside in their deep brown depths. Until you.

🎶 Headlights by The Classic Crime - “Please don’t face the headlights of oncoming cars alone.” 🎶

Word Count- 14.7k 🥴

Pairing- Jimin x reader

Genre- smut

Warnings- oral (female recieving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slightly rough sex, nipple piercing? is that warning?, some depression-like symptoms/thoughts, a little self destructive behavior? Kind of.

a/n: Part of the Tatted Bangtan Series! This is the longest fic I have ever written and it is my baby. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please let me know what you think! 💕

Walking up to the frat house was intimidating, and you slowed your stride enough for Hana to reach back and yank you with her into the party. You could feel the bass of the music rattling your bones and couldn’t hear Hana as she shouted over the music to you.

“I can’t believe you made me do this!” you hissed, twisting your body around just in time to narrowly miss a drunk football player bulldozing his way through the crowd.

“What?” she shouted back.

You simply rolled your eyes and shook your head, gripping her hand tightly and following her through the overcrowded living room to the barely quieter kitchen. You took the drink she handed you and nursed it slowly, since you liked a good buzz but still wanted a clear head.

You felt his gaze before you saw him; you could feel the shivers along the back of your neck.

You turned to seek out the cause, methodically searching the crowd. Your eyes met the most beautiful pair of brown ones you’d ever seen, the strobe lights from above causing them to almost glow brighter- but that was the only light in his gaze. His eyes looked… sad. Empty.

It seemed like everything else turned blurry, and you could only focus on him in perfect clarity, every feature defined and prominent; every move he made, your eyes followed. Everything else faded away, and you only saw him. Him and his beautiful eyes, full of longing and something you couldn’t quite place.

You couldn’t help but furrow your brow in concern. Your face showed your every emotion like an open book, and you opened your mouth to ask Hana who was staring at you before she squealed, gripping your arm.

“Park Jimin is totally checking you out!” she giggled, tugging on your sleeve excitedly.

“Park Jimin?” you questioned rhetorically.

“He’s famous on campus. He’s hot, rich, and a total freak in the sheets. Rumor has it his tongue can make you see stars. Every girl on campus is dying for a night with him.” she chattered.

“Oh geez.” You rolled your eyes.

“Seriously. The saying is: once you Jimin, you can’t Jim-out. He’s so good in bed, he’s had to get like three restraining orders against girls who can’t let go. They say once you sleep with him no one else will do.” she continued, waving her hands in the air dramatically.

“I’ll take your word for it.” you giggled, glancing over towards Jimin once again.

He was absolutely gorgeous, with perfectly styled light brown hair, soft, plump looking lips, a jawline that could cut someone. His white t-shirt showed off tattoos that danced down his arms, covering the delicate ivory skin beneath. His thighs alone deserved their own wing in an art gallery, beautifully encased in skin tight ripped jeans. You caught yourself staring, clearing your throat and averting your gaze, but something kept drawing you back to him.

He was surrounded by girls, all leaning forward to give him the best view of their cleavage, all doing their best to seduce him, but he looked bored. Lonely. Lost. He sighed and his eyes trailed back to you. He watched you for a moment, noting how you flushed and turned away looking flustered. A smirk played on his lips and he shoved himself off the wall, making his way over to you.

“Shit! He’s coming over here!” Hana whisper-shouted.

You braced yourself, waiting for him to call you out for staring, or yell at you. Your body seemed to be vibrating with nerves because you could feel him getting closer, like your body had a radar that searched him out. Warm breath ghosted over the back of your neck, right under your ear. You shivered.

“Hello, there princess.” he purred.

You spun around, startled, and came face-to-face with Jimin.

He was even more gorgeous up close. He smelled of alcohol and something minty. You couldn’t help basking in the lovely scent that filled your senses for a moment, before leveling your gaze to his. His body wasn’t even two inches from yours. If you leaned up on your toes, you’d be kissing him. You took a step behind you, your back hitting the island in the kitchen.

“Hello,” you greeted in return, willing the heat in your cheeks to look like it was from the humidity in the room and not Jimin’s proximity to you.

“I haven’t seen you around before, are you a Freshman?” he inquired, sending his charming smile your way and making your knees want to buckle.

“No, I just normally don’t come to parties,” you explained, tilting your head towards Hana. “Hana made me.”

“Why not?” he wondered aloud.

“Just… not my scene.” you shrugged.

Jimin watched your face, amusement apparent on his features. He seemed to be contemplating something. Apparently coming to his decision, his smile came back to grace his gorgeous face, but it didn’t reach his eyes, a detail you couldn’t miss even if you’d wanted to.

“Sounds like you need to have a little fun,” he smirked, stepping closer to you, his fingertips trailing along your hips and his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered his next sentence, “I could help you with that. My room is upstairs.”

“I… I, uh… no… no thank you,” you sputtered, placing your hand on his (deliciously firm) chest and gently urging him backwards to put space between your erratically beating heart and his warm, enticing body.

“What?” Jimin asked, genuinely confused.

“I’m not that kind of girl.” you said softly, trying to cushion the blow to his ego.

“You really don’t want to fuck me?” he asked, bewildered.

“Um… no thank you.” You coughed awkwardly.

Jimin stared at you for a moment, reading you. His eyes searched yours, looking for something. You didn’t know what, or if he found it, but when he looked away, he shrugged.

“Your loss.” he turned to the sound of someone calling his name and left you standing there, heart pounding out of your chest and legs weak.

You watched him walk away, plastering on that signature flirty smile that fooled everyone around him. You watched his animated dancing, life of the party, putting on a show. You watched his eyes search the crowd, like his soul was longing to find something, but you didn’t know what.

-♡-

A few weeks had gone by since your encounter with Jimin, and somehow he was everywhere. You saw him on your way to class, laughing with his friends by the fountain. You saw him at the coffee shop, exiting the building as you were about to enter. You saw him in the crowded hallways of your university, heard his infectious laugh bubbling from his chest and dancing through the air.

Even when Jimin wasn’t in your direct line of vision, even when you couldn’t hear the way his melodic voice carried through the air, he was everywhere. Every night since meeting him, you dreamt of sad, empty brown eyes attached to the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. Every other thought that flitted through your mind was about him. What was Jimin up to? Does he look happier today? Was it just that night? Where was he now?

Sitting in the lecture hall next to Hana, you couldn’t pay attention to what the professor was attempting to teach you, a heavy sigh falling from your lips as you doodled a familiar pair of plusher ones. Hana nudged your shoulder.

“What’s up with you lately? You’re like, lost in space or something.” she accused.

“Sorry, just got a lot on my mind,” you sighed, playing with the edges of your notebook distractedly.

“Wanna talk about it?” she wondered.

“How much do you know about Park Jimin?” you asked almost instantly, causing Hana to jump a bit.

“Oh honey…” she sighed, shaking her head, “Don’t go there. Park Jimin is a good fuck if you’re looking to let loose, but I wouldn’t get too invested. Fucking is about all he’s good at. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

“Do you really think he’s not good for anything but that? I mean, he’s human.” you defended.

“That’s not what I meant, I just know how you are. Don't go crushing on him, he’ll break your heart Y/N. Park Jimin doesn’t do emotions. He does meaningless sex.” she explained.

“I guess…” you trailed off, avoiding her gaze.

“Seriously. Don’t go looking for trouble.” she warned.

“I won’t.�� you promised.

“Good. Now, there’s a party this weekend. Are you coming?” she grinned.

A classmate in front of you coughed obnoxiously sending you a glare. You shot them an apologetic smile but lowered your voice. Hana didn’t lower her volume at all though.

“Maybe. I don’t know.” you shrugged.

“Come onnnn. Live a little!” she encouraged.

“If you two ladies have something to share with the class, I’d be more than happy to give you the podium. Otherwise, I’d appreciate it if you’d wait until after class to discuss whatever is so important,” the professor hummed, shooting a glare in your direction.

Immediately silencing yourself, you looked down at your notebook, where the drawing of Jimin’s plush lips stared at you. You stared back, recalling the last time you’d seen him, and how your heart had pounded in your chest violently enough that you thought it was going to come out.

You decided you needed to see him again, which is how you found yourself completely out of place once again at another frat party. Drunk and stoned college kids stumbled around, grinded on each other, made out in corners, and caused all kinds of trouble all around you as you tried to be inconspicuous in your search for Jimin.

“Do you want a drink?” you asked Hana and she nodded, so you ventured into the kitchen to retrieve something for the two of you.

Once you returned, you couldn’t find her anywhere. She had a tendency of wandering off with the first hot guy she set her sights on, but you decided to look for her anyway. You wove between bodies, checking around corners and searching all the obvious places. When you came up empty handed you ventured out the back door, only to notice none other than Park Jimin sitting on the porch swing alone, smoking.

Previous task abandoned, you walked up to him and sat beside him; his eyes lazily trailed up and down your figure as he assessed you, his plump lips turning up into a smirk.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again. Change your mind about my offer?” he smiled seductively.

“No.” you shrugged, offering him the extra cup in your hand, which he took while watching you carefully.

“Seriously? Am I not your type or something? You think I’m ugly?” he wondered, feigning distress.

“That’s not it at all!” you gasped out with a little too much conviction.

“So you find me attractive?” he verified, scooting closer.

“Well, yes,” you admitted, cheeks blazing while you avoided his intense gaze.

“So you do want to fuck me.” He grinned.

“No,” you shook your head.

“Why?” he questioned, letting his fingertips dance along the edge of your shorts.

“Like I said. I’m not that kind of girl. I think sex should be meaningful,” you shrugged, though your body betrayed you with the goosebumps rising at his touch.

“Ah, so you’re one of those hopeless romantics,” he laughed.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you giggled. “I’m not waiting for a knight in shining armour. I just want it to mean something.”

Jimin focused his gaze on your face, watching you carefully as you fiddled with a stray thread on your blouse. He knew your body reacted to him, he could see the way you shivered, feel the goosebumps on your skin. He didn’t understand why you weren’t jumping at the opportunity to fall into bed with him like everyone else. You were an enigma to him.

You finally met his gaze, curiosity getting the better of you. You had to know if his eyes still held the same look as before, or if it was a one-time thing. You could still see the loneliness, masked by his overconfident demeanor.

“What’s your major?” you asked, changing the subject out of the blue.

“What? Oh, um… dance, actually.” he said, averting his gaze.

“How long have you been dancing?” you wondered.

“Since I was little. Why are you asking this?” he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“Just wondering. I don’t know anything about you,” you easily replied.

“What’s yours?” he countered.

“Creative writing.”

“That’s cool.” he sent you a tentative smile.

“Thanks. So is dancing. I can’t dance to save my life,” you giggled.

“I’m sure you’re not that bad,” he argued, a smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, you haven’t seen bad,” you laughed.

After taking a moment to wonder why you were even outside talking to him and what you could possibly want from him, he pushed his suspicion aside..Jimin rolled his eyes with a smile and stood up, extending his hand out to you. You sent him a questioning look and he just shook his hand until you grabbed it, and he pulled you to your feet. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his phone, playing a song you hadn’t heard before, but enjoyed nonetheless. It was slow and simple, but still pretty upbeat.

“We’ll try something simple so I can see where you’re at, ok?” Jimin grinned at you, spacing his feet apart and watching your face.

“You’re going to make me dance?” you gasped.

“I’m going to teach you some easy moves. Everyone should know at least one dance move,” he laughed.

“If you watch me fall on my face I can never look you in the eye again,” you grumbled.

“Oh hush. Okay, start with your feet shoulder width apart for balance.” he instructed.

You mimicked his stature, placing your feet shoulder width apart and following his movements that he did slowly so you could catch on. You could tell he was graceful and knew how to move his body, even when he was slowing down and exaggerating his movements so you could keep up. Jimin’s movements were fluid and calculated, each new step had precision but flowed into the next seamlessly. He was made to dance, you decided. And somehow, you didn’t fall under his instruction. He was patient and understanding when you’d mess up, showing you again and praising you when you got it right.

He seemed to be having fun, his laughter filled you with giddiness and his smile seemed genuine, his eyes scrunched up into little crescent moons and his beautiful pearly teeth on display, his hands wrapped around his stomach as he leaned over in another fit of laughter. You giggled along with him, albeit at your own expense, but you loved seeing this side of Jimin, he seemed… happy, carefree. This was the way Jimin was meant to be.

When you messed up again, Jimin laughed, coming over to you and grabbing your hands, showing you how to move your body to the music by leading you with his own. Your back was pressed against his firm chest as he guided you, his hips flush against yours, causing a blush to creep up your neck. Jimin must have noticed the position he’d put you in, but it didn’t stop him. He only pressed closer, whispering in your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me, babygirl,” he purred, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You shivered, attempting to turn and pull out of his hold to scold him, but you were interrupted by a loud male voice coming from inside the house.

“Yo Park where the hell have you been? We need help in beer pong! Oh-” a tall man you recognized as Hoseok froze at the sight.

Jimin cleared his throat and stepped away from you. Hana peered around Hoseok from behind him, curious to what was going on. Her eyes widened when she saw you, and she gave you a look of disappointment, knowing you hadn’t listened to her warning. You looked away, avoiding her gaze as Jimin breezed past you to follow Hoseok inside. Hana watched you for a moment before following them inside, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

-♡-

It had been a few days since your dancing lesson with Jimin, and seeing him in such a comfortable, happy state hadn’t really done much to take him off your mind, especially not after seeing his eyes glaze over and the mask slip right back on as soon as Hoseok called his name. How he’d breezed past you like you didn’t exist after what felt like a special moment shared between the two of you.

Maybe Hana was right… maybe all he wanted was sex. Your anxiety was telling you he was playing with your emotions, but you knew better. You saw something in Jimin, something no one else seemed to notice. The small amount of time you’d spent with him when he had let his guard down had given you the opportunity to see what potential he had.

Jimin didn’t have to be tough and closed off. He could be fun and open and sweet. He could be thoughtful and patient and encouraging. He could be silly and smart and dedicated. He was talented and hard working. You’d spent maybe an hour alone with Jimin at the party that night, and in that small frame of time, you’d seen a glimpse of the real him shine through that facade he put on for everyone else.

You wanted to see it again.

You took’d taken a trip into the city to do some sight seeing and clear your restless mind, having been driven crazy going in circles. It had taken longer than you’d anticipated, so you’d opted to take a taxi home with the sun having gone down a while ago and the stars making their appearance. You watched the cityscape fly by, lost in your own little world. The closer you got to campus, the more you paid attention, knowing the bridge that overlooked the beautiful skyline would be coming soon.

You watched the water below ripple gently, small waves dancing across the surface of the river underneath the bridge. It was beautiful, reflections of the city lights shining and shimmering in the water. You glanced up at the other end of the bridge and saw a figure standing there, alone. It kind of looked like…

“Sir, stop the car. Pull over please!” you begged the driver.

He shot you a curious look but pulled to the side of the road. You handed him your fare and dashed away from the car towards the figure. Once you realized he wasn’t going to jump or do anything stupid, you slowed your stride, watching him as you quietly made your way over to him. Jimin was lost in thought and didn’t notice you approaching him. He watched the waves longingly, as if he wished he were floating away in them, part of the nothingness. Like he wanted to disappear into the water and drift away into the sea.

The look in his eyes as he gazed out into the unknown was haunted, and it tore at your heart to see him look so empty. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and if that’s true, Jimin’s soul seemed broken. You wanted to know why. He had it all. He had money, good looks, friends, girls, what could possibly be missing? Why did he look so dejected?

You gently placed your hand on his shoulder and he jumped slightly upon realizing he wasn’t alone, turning to face you. His gaze met yours in silence, he watched your face for a moment, then his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Y/N?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. I was riding by and saw you, I wanted to make sure you were okay. What are you doing up here all alone?” you wondered.

Jimin turned to face you fully now, looking down at you with a hard expression.

“Why do you care?” he asked, bunching his fists at his side. “What do you want from me Y/N? Why are you being so nice to me?”

“I don’t want anything from you, Jimin. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I want to be your friend,” you explained softly, reaching out to touch his arm, which he yanked away.

“You want to be my friend?” he laughed bitterly. “Why? So I can buy you stuff? You want my money? Here,” he took out his wallet, holding out several bills for you to take.

You were shocked, stepping back a little, but looking up to meet Jimin’s gaze. He looked resigned, angry. You looked at his outstretched hand, holding the money out to you and sighed. You reached for his hand, and he thought you’d take the bills, but you only eased his hand back down to his side.

“I don’t want your money,” you told him, trying to keep your voice from sounding as offended as you felt. “I just like spending time with you.”

“Why? What is your angle here? Just take what you want and go, like everyone else does. Everyone uses each other, I don’t know what you’re trying to get out of me, but just take it and go. Stop acting like you care about me,” he hissed.

You watched him for a moment, chest heaving as he took deep breaths, looking angry and closed off and… scared. He looked scared. He said everyone uses each other, did he really not have anyone in his life who genuinely just wanted him to be happy?

“I do care about you, Jimin. I don’t want anything from you but friendship,” you said softly.

“Right,” he laughed, “like I believe that. No one just wants to be friends. They want something. Sex. Money. Status. Then they leave, everyone leaves eventually so why bother getting attached and pretending to care?”

“That sounds really lonely, Jimin,” you trailed off quietly.

Jimin’s expression was one of shock. He was expecting some sort of reaction out of you, anger, defiance, maybe admitting you were just after his money. He expected you to try to trick him, to yell at him, to tell him he was an asshole and you never wanted to see him again. Jimin was not expecting you to see straight through him, to see how lonely he was, how much he craved connection.

You terrified Jimin. He’d been drawn to you from when he first laid eyes on you, admittedly it was a sexual attraction at first. When you’d refused him, though, he was intrigued. He’d watched you around campus, how you never sought out to be the center of attention, how you didn’t go looking for drama or clout. Then you showed up on that porch swing at the party, looking into his eyes like you really saw him.

Jimin hadn’t felt so at ease so quickly with anyone in his life like he did with you. He felt like he could be himself, like he could let his guard down. He had fun, really enjoyed himself for the first time in what felt like forever with you. He wasn’t putting on a show. He wasn’t giving the people what he thought they wanted to see from him. He was just spending time with a beautiful girl who made him feel like he was enough.

And that was terrifying.

Jimin couldn’t afford to get attached again. He’d had his heart ripped out and stomped on so many times he’d honestly thought he didn’t have one anymore. Until he watched the way your eyes lit up when you giggled at one of his silly dance moves. Until he felt the giddiness rising in his chest when you smiled especially for him. Jimin almost couldn’t remember what it felt like to feel so carefree, and he missed it so much. He longed to be free and let go.

You made him feel like he could, and that scared Jimin shitless. He’d spent so long building up this wall to protect himself, so long wearing this mask of indifference to shield his weary and battered heart from another letdown. Another person pretending to care. Another “friend” using him to get something. Another betrayal. But you… you felt so genuine. You were light and happy and kind and you made him feel like he could breathe again. He barely knew you, and already you’d wormed your way into his heart enough to make him feel like things could be different. It scared Jimin just how badly he craved that, the connection, to feel something again.

“I… I guess,” he finally admitted, his shoulders slumping from the confession.

He looked like he was deflating, the tension falling off his body once he finally let it out that yes, he was so lonely. He watched your reaction, embarrassed that you’d seen this side of him. He didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of anyone, didn’t want to give them the chance to use him again. But you just smiled sympathetically. You didn’t push or pry.

Instead, you pivoted. “Are you hungry? I kind of want some ramen. Come with me to the store?” you offered.

Jimin eyed you warily, but nodded, falling in step beside you as you walked along the bridge, the only sounds you could hear were the soft rippling of the waves below and the sounds of the cars rushing past. Jimin was quiet beside you, looking like he was lost in thought. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was stepping, and tripped over a loose brick on the sidewalk.

You saw the headlights of the oncoming car nearing closer as Jimin tumbled into the road, your heart beating out of your chest in bone-chilling fear. You jumped into the street and grabbed Jimin’s hand. You jumped back and yanked him onto the sidewalk mere fractions of a second before the car zoomed past where your bodies had just been, horn blaring obnoxiously. Jimin’s body crashed into yours, sending you off balance and splaying against the sidewalk.

You groaned at his weight being flung on top of you when you crashed into the hard cement sidewalk. Jimin propped himself up on his arms, body still flush against yours as he searched your face, eyes wide.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What the hell were you thinking?! You could’ve been killed!” he scolded, eyes roaming over your face and arms for any injuries.

“So could you! I couldn’t just sit back and watch you get run over!” you defended.

“So you risked your life for someone you barely know?!” he hissed, with no real bite to his words.

Worry and guilt were swimming in his gaze as it met yours. You softened, reaching up to caress his hair gently in an attempt to soothe him and get him to focus on you and your next words.

“Hey, we’re both fine. Everything’s okay,” you smiled.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he said more to himself than you, “What even are you?”

“Still hungry,” you giggled playfully, trying to ease the tension surrounding the two of you.

Jimin rolled his eyes but finally, a smile graced his pretty lips. You both seemed to notice your positions at the same time, your cheeks lighting up and the tips of his ears turning red. He scrambled off of you, holding out a hand to pull you to your feet. You both avoided eye contact and he let out an awkward cough, scratching the back of his neck.

“Let’s go get ramen then,” he smiled shyly, motioning for you to go ahead of him.

You walked together in silence, Jimin being much more careful about where he was stepping while you made your way to the convenience store at the edge of the university. Entering and nodding to the cashier on duty, you both made your way over to the ramen. You reached out to grab a bowl, and a gasp left Jimin’s lips.

“You’re bleeding!” he grabbed your arm, examining the scrape on your elbow.

“Oh, whoops,” you shrugged.

Jimin went to the cashier and requested the first aid kit, then guided you to a seat and gently took your arm, cleaning the cut with an antiseptic wipe. You hissed at the burn, and he apologized, leaning down to blow air on the wound. You watched in awe at the way his lips looked, plump and soft and delicious. You shivered as the cool air hit your skin, soothing the burn from the antiseptic wipe. Jimin smiled up at you.

“Better?” he asked.

Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded. He took the bandage and placed it over your wound, smoothing it out with a gentle brush of his fingers.

“There. All better. Let's eat!” he chirped, pushing off his knees to stand.

You both picked out some ramen and drinks, using the water dispenser to add hot water to the dry noodles. Jimin reached for his wallet to pay for you both reflexively. You didn’t put yours on the counter and he looked at you in confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Uhhh… waiting my turn?”

“What do you mean? It’s our turn.”

“It’s your turn. I’ll pay for mine when you’re done,” you shrugged.

Jimin looked shocked and confused, and the cashier looked impatient. You nodded towards the counter and Jimin paid, watching you curiously as you completed your transaction with a smile on your face and thanked the cashier. Jimin held the door for you and you both walked to a nearby park, sitting on the bench to eat.

You ate and talked and joked and laughed. You both just enjoyed being in each other’s presence, able to let loose and not feel judged. You watched Jimin’s eyes begin to shine for the first time since you’d met him, and your heart swelled with joy. You’d finished eating long ago but neither of you wanted to leave, so you stood up.

“I’ve been practicing, you know.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Practicing?” he echoed.

“Dancing. I’ve been practicing what you showed me. Not to toot my own horn, but I’ve gotten pretty decent,” you grinned playfully.

“Show me what you’ve got,” Jimin smirked, leaning back into the bench with his hands folded behind his head, his shirt riding up and displaying his mouth-watering abs, along with the small trail of hair that dipped down underneath his waistband.

You stood with your feet shoulder width apart, just like Jimin had taught you, and started shaking your hips like you’d seen him do that night at the party, giving your best impression of his dance routine for the first minute or two. Then, you grinned at him as he opened his mouth to praise you, before you started doing the chicken dance.

Jimin’s laughter rang through the air and he started dancing with you, both of you making fools of yourselves, your only audience each other and the moon that shone brightly in the sky, illuminating Jimin’s face, highlighting his ethereal beauty. The two of you danced and laughed for a while, before falling onto the bench in a fit of giggles.

Finally deciding it was time to go, Jimin insisted on walking you home, saying it wasn’t safe for you to be alone that late at night. You agreed, not because you weren’t capable of keeping yourself safe, but simply to stay with him for a little longer. You tossed your food containers in the trash as you left the park. His hand brushed against yours a few times as you walked, talking animatedly about anything and everything, and you figured it was just an accident soyou didn’t think too much of it.

Disappointment washed over you as you walked up to your dorm building and you sighed, scuffing the ground with your foot in an attempt to stall. Jimin made no move to leave either, both of you waiting in silence for the other to say something. Suddenly, you felt warmth surround your frame as Jimin wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for tonight. This is the most fun I’ve had in a really long time,” he whispered into your ear, almost like a secret he didn’t want anyone else to hear, though you were alone.

“Me too, Jimin. Thank you for coming with me, and walking me home,” you smiled, returning his hug and placing your head on his shoulder.

You weren’t sure how long hugs between stranger-friends were supposed to last, but you weren’t going to pull away first, not when you felt so warm, so safe, so comfortable. Your heart was racing but your whole body went pliant at his touch, any tension you’d been holding melting away as you melted into him.

Jimin pulled away first, leaving a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning around and walking off, shouting “goodnight Y/N!” over his shoulder as he left. You missed the way the tips of his ears turned pink, and he missed how your whole face turned red. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you crawled into bed that night, your dreams filled with bright brown eyes shining in the moonlight, and a little bit of hope.

-♡-

After the night on the bridge, you and Jimin began hanging out. He’d wait for you outside the lecture hall and walk you home some days. Others, you’d show up with his favorite coffee and snack in hand before his (regrettably chosen) 8am class. Jimin was different around you, lighter.

Because he was Jimin, people noticed. Eyes trailed after the two of you everywhere you went, whether you were together or not. Rumors spread, saying that you were using him to gain recognition, saying that he’d knocked you up and been forced to date you, saying that you’d blackmailed him or something. Neither of you paid attention to the prying eyes that seemed to dissect your every move, you were too caught up in each other.

You made Jimin feel like a better person, and Jimin made you feel safe and giddy. But there was no denying the massive crush you’d formed on the poor guy. You did your best to hide it, trying not to make him uncomfortable. You’d told him all you wanted was friendship, you weren’t about to make a liar out of yourself and get rejected, losing your new friend over something so silly as your unyielding yearning for him.

You really tried not to let your eyes linger on him for too long when he walked unaware beside you, humming the newest song he was practicing for dance class. You tried not to let your touches last longer than socially acceptable for friends, despite the way your entire body seemed to light up with electricity every time his skin met yours. You tried not to stare longingly at his lips as he told you a story about his childhood or a class he’d taken the day before.

You tried not to fall in love with him.

You tried not to fall in love with the way his eyes formed crescent moons when he smiled, his real smile. The one he used in your presence, not the one he plastered on for the rest of the world to see. You tried not to fall in love with the sound of his voice calling your name, or the way he’d mindlessly sing quietly to himself while doing mundane tasks. You tried not to fall in love with the way he’d already be looking at you when you glanced up to check on him, with the way he’d shoot you a goofy face.

You tried not to fall in love with the way he held you close, the way every hug was just a little too long, the way he’d hold open doors for you or fix your collar, or the way he seemed to be able to make you forget about the rest of the world. You tried not to fall in love with how strong he was, both physically and emotionally, how he’d let you in and trusted you.

But Jimin was a force of nature, somehow terrifying and comforting at the same time. He showed your heart no mercy, consistently proving himself to you over and over and making you fall harder and harder. How were you not supposed to fall head over heels for Jimin? A few weeks into your friendship and you were ready to throw caution to the wind and marry the man. Or maybe you were a little dramatic, but still. You felt so deeply for him you almost couldn’t stomach it.

Jimin seemed to bounce as he walked in front of you, using his ridiculous amount of coordination to walk backwards so he could face you as he spoke. You giggled at his behavior, keeping an eye out to make sure he didn’t run into anything or anyone. He wove around the crowd gracefully, looking back every so often, but you still watched out for him. Just in case.

“So then the professor woke the kid up by slamming a book on his desk, I kinda felt bad for him, to be honest. But it was really funny. The kid wasn’t too bothered by it, he laughed with everyone else, and apologized for falling asleep. I don’t blame him though. I nearly lost it when he went into the section on Pavlov,” Jimin recounted, rolling his eyes.

“Poor guy!” you laughed.

“I know, so embarrassing.” he cringed.

“Yo, Jimin!” came from somewhere in the crowd, and Jimin’s easygoing expression immediately morphed into a hardened one.

You turned to see Hoseok and Hana jogging to catch up with the two of you. Ever since they’d started dating, you’d seen Hana less and less. You didn’t mind much, as your time was mostly filled with Jimin. Hana’s hair had gotten longer and she’d dyed it a light shade of pink. It suited her.

“Hey Hana, I like your new hair,” you smiled.

“Thanks, girl! I haven’t seen you in forever!” she grabbed you, pulling you into a tight hug which you returned, shooting an uncomfortable look towards Jimin.

His attention was on Hoseok though. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and you didn’t like it when Jimin’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. It looked unnatural, wrong. Happiness belonged on Jimin. Hoseok was sweet, he was funny and lively and courteous, you had nothing against him. But you wished he would leave so Jimin would go back to normal. Unguarded.

“Jimin, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a couple days man. I really need your help. Are you busy? The girls can grab coffee or something and we can swing by the shop?” Hoseok begged.

“Ooh that sounds so fun! We haven’t hung out in forever! Please, Y/N?” Hana begged, pulling on your shirt sleeve.

You shot a look over to Jimin, gauging his feelings on the situation, but you couldn’t read him. His face was stoic and you couldn’t see his eyes. He shrugged, following Hoseok across the street. Hana pulled on your arm, directing you to a nearby coffee shop and grabbing a table in the corner by the window.

“You still like the hot chocolate here the best?” Hana asked, standing up to order.

You moved to follow but she waved you off, placing your order for you and handing it over once it was ready.

“Thank you.” you smiled, “How much was it? I’ll venmo you.”

“Don’t worry it was only like two bucks,” Hana shrugged. “Hobi’s been paying for everything lately, hasn’t asked me to chip in a dime! So I’ve saved up a bit.”

“Oh wow,” you laughed.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever! Do you remember when we used to come here like every day to do our homework and people watch?” Hana giggled.

“Yeah, it seems so long ago.” you agreed, grinning at the memory.

“Ugh, I still had that poofy curly hairdo and you wore those high school musical shirts all the time? When was that, like 8th grade?” she cringed.

“Freshman year of high school, I think. We met in high school.” you laughed. “Why did your mom let you leave the house like that?”

“Girl I don’t know!” she groaned, “why did yours?”

“I guess she wanted me to express myself,” you shrugged with a giggle.

“Express yourself right out of any chance to be popular,” Hana remarked sarcastically, throwing in a playful smirk.

“Hey, I don’t need to be popular. I just need a few good people around me,” you shrugged.

“Hmmm… So, how’s Jimin?” she asked, glancing away and not meeting your eyes.

“He’s good. We were just on our way back to my dorm to watch a movie when we ran into you guys,” you explained.

“A little netflix and chill?” she laughed, but her eyes zeroed in on you.

“No,” you shook your head, “just a movie.”

Hana sighed, placing her coffee on the table and looked you in the eyes.

“YN, I’m worried about you. Someone like you shouldn’t be hanging out with someone like Jimin. When I invited you to that party, I just wanted you to get out more, not start messing around with someone like him.” Hana explained, attempting to keep her voice soft.

“What do you mean ‘someone like him’?” you asked harshly.

“You’ve heard what people are saying right? They’re spreading rumors about you because you’re hanging out with him. He’s bad news, YN. He only sleeps with girls to get what he wants. I know you’re a hopeless romantic but I can guarantee he doesn’t love you, no matter what he’s telling you.” she sighed.

“You can’t be serious.” you laughed incredulously.

“YN, I’m just looking out for you. Jimin is-” she began but you stood and cut her off.

“Jimin is kind. Jimin is funny, smart, sweet and loyal. Jimin doesn’t talk shit about people behind their backs. Jimin doesn’t pretend to care just so he can cause trouble. Jimin doesn’t judge people based on rumors. You don’t know anything about him, Hana. You never cared enough to. No one has! You all think he’s some souless succubus who only uses sex to get what he wants, but you’re wrong. You don’t know him at all. Jimin is wonderful and I will hang out with him as much as I damn well want to because you know what? He makes me happy. So you and anyone else who has a problem with that can fuck off,” you seethed, slamming five dollars down on the table to pay her for your drink, not wanting to owe her anything, “Keep the change.”

You stomped away from the table, finally looking up from Hana’s speechless, shocked expression to find Jimin and Hoseok staring at you in mirroring astonishment. You froze for a split second, but in your rage, trudged forward, grabbing Jimin’s hand and pulling him towards the exit.

“Let’s go.” you grumbled, and he allowed you to pull him out of the exit and begin walking down the street, leaving Hoseok and Hana in stunned silence.

You didn’t let go of Jimin’s hand and he didn’t make a move to pull away as you walked silently to your dorm, your anger slowly going from a boiling rage to a simmer. You opened and shut the door with a little more force than necessary and flung the dvd cabinet open with a little too much emphasis. Jimin watched you curiously, letting you have your space and set up the movie before you crawled into your bed next to where he was waiting.

You laid your head on his shoulder, needing the extra comfort of having him close after your emotional meltdown at the coffee shop. You sighed, letting the tension roll out of your body that you’d stored up from the encounter. Jimin wrapped an arm around you, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked quietly, eyes still on the opening credits of the movie.

“No,” you pouted.

“Are you sure?” he pressed, gaze shifting to you.

You sighed and sat up, turning to face him and pausing the movie.

“How much did you hear?”

“Hoseok and I walked in right about where you asked Hana what she meant by someone like me,” he explained.

“Oh,” you flushed, looking away from him. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

Jimin sighed, turning your shoulders so you’d face him and you gazed up into his eyes as he focused on you.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know what people think about me. I don’t care about their opinion. I care about yours, and maybe Hoseok’s. Sometimes,” he explained with a chuckle.

“I guess…” you trailed off.

“Thank you,” he spoke suddenly, softly.

“For what?” you wondered.

“For sticking up for me. For believing in me. For having my back,” he told you, his eyes swimming in an emotion you couldn’t place.

“Of course. I meant everything I said. You’re an amazing person and if people would just take a second look and get to know you, look past the wall you put up, they’d think so too.”

Jimin pulled you into his arms, encompassing you in his warmth and comfort, seeming to hold you together when you felt like you were shaking into pieces from the intensity of how strongly you felt for him. You relaxed in his hold, allowing the warmth of his body against yours to soothe your nerves.

“You’re my best friend,” he whispered into your ear, barely audible.

“You’re my best friend too,” you whispered back, hugging him just a little tighter.

Jimin smiled against your neck where he’d rested his head, and you hoped he couldn’t feel how loudly your heart was beating from feeling his lips against your skin, though he probably didn’t mean to do that. You pulled apart and snuggled into the covers to watch the movie, finally completing the task you’d set out to do since mid-afternoon.

Once the credits rolled, you were tucked into Jimin’s arms, drifting in and out of consciousness. Jimin glanced at the clock and sighed.

“I don’t want to leave but it’s getting late,” he looked down at your face.

“Nooo.. don’t go. You’re so comfy,” you whined.

“Are you calling me fat?” he huffed playfully.

“Oh hush,” you giggled, but looked up at him, biting your lip nervously.

“Can you just… stay? Just for tonight? If you want to, that is…” you looked down at your hands.

“You’re not worried someone will see me leave in the morning and start more rumors?” he wondered.

“I don’t care if you don’t,” you shrugged, meeting his eyes once more.

“Scooch over then,” he grinned and you giggled triumphantly, scooting over to one side of the bed so Jimin could slot himself between you and the wall.

He wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you against his chest and sighed contentedly. You snuggled just a little closer, mumbling something about the chilly air in the dorm, but really you just loved being close to Jimin. Butterflies swirled in your stomach, and you listened to Jimin’s breathing begin to even out as he fell asleep. You followed not long after. Wrapped in the safety and comfort of Jimin, you swore it was the best night's sleep you’d ever had.

-♡-

The second Jimin had exited your dorm that morning, there were about 50 pictures of the incident flooding social media, rumors flying rampant about your night spent together. Every other comment was about how you’d turned into a whore or Jimin was just playing with you or you had to have something on him. You ignored them all. People could think whatever they wanted, but you knew you hadn’t done anything wrong.

On the contrary, waking up beside Jimin had felt so, so right. You’d somehow shifted in the night, both of you seeking out each other’s warmth and you’d woken up face-to-face, your noses almost touching. You’d opened your eyes to find Jimin opening his and you both smiled at each other, giggling nervously as you broke apart.

Jimin had gone home to freshen up, seeing as your impromptu sleepover left him without a change of clothes or a toothbrush. You hadn’t heard anything from him since he left, and you were starting to wonder if he regretted staying, if he felt uncomfortable now. Your nerves were eating you up and after your fight with Hana, you didn’t really know who you could talk to about it. You sighed, flipping through a textbook while being unable to concentrate on anything you were reading.

A few hours went by and you were starting to lose your mind from the lack of communication and the anxiety it caused. You picked up your phone to distract yourself with something when a text from Jimin came through. You sighed in relief, opening the message.

Jimin [5:54pm]: The guys at the frat house say I’ve been boring lately and I’m not allowed to skip tonight’s party. Come with me?

Did he mean come with him as in… be his date? Surely not. Right? Your heart hammered in your chest. Sure, people had seen you and Jimin around together a lot, but it was another thing entirely to go to a party together. That was basically announcing that you were dating. Maybe he didn’t see it that way? Maybe he just wanted to bring his friend to the party?

You [5:59pm]: Sure. Meet you there?

Jimin [6:04pm]: Starts at 10. :)

You texted a little back and forth in the next few hours, then you got ready for the party andmade your way over to the frat house, wondering what kind of fresh hell this party would bring. Though, you couldn’t say all parties were bad. You had met Jimin at one of these. That had turned out to be the greatest thing you’d ever done.

You were filled with a sense of nostalgia walking up to the familiar front door and entering into the foyer, greeted with booming music and some cheering from the corner where someone was doing a keg upside down. You were startled by an arm wrapping around your shoulder, pulling you into a warm body.

“Y/N! Nice to see you again,” Hoseok grinned, leading you towards the kitchen.

“Hey Hoseok,” you smiled, a little confused.

“Jimin and I were about to play beer pong with Tae, we need a 4th player,” he grinned.

“Oh okay,” you smiled, walking with a little more confidence.

“Y/N!” Jimin grinned, walking over and wrapping you in a hug, “I’m glad you came. You’re on my team, ok?”

“Sounds good,” you grinned.

“Y/N, this is Taehyung, you’ve already met Hoseok. Tae, this is Y/N,” Jimin introduced.

“Nice to meet you,” Taehyung grinned a boxy smile, enthusiastically waving to you from his end of the island. “Sorry we’re about to kick your ass,” he added with an evil chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” you giggled.

“Have you played before?” Jimin wondered.

“A few times, not at a big party like this but I’ve practiced,” you mimicked brushing off your shoulders and Jimin let out a hearty laugh.

“Alright, a seasoned pro!” Hoseok chimed in excitedly.

“Is Hana not here?” you asked quietly to Jimin.

“I haven’t seen her, no,” he shrugged.

“Did they break up?”

“I doubt it, but I don’t know.” he answered.

“Alright, ladies! Let's go!” Taehyung shouted enthusiastically.

Hoseok took the first shot, landing it perfectly in a cup on your side of the table, and Jimin took the first swig, downing the cup. Hoseok shot again, missing by a mile. Jimin laughed before tossing his ball across the table, expertly landing it in one of the opposing team’s. Hoseok pouted but drank anyway. Jimin tried again, landing another. You clapped and hooted for him. Jimin got three cups before he missed.

Taehyung got two cups, and you drank both before he grazed the edge of the third, but the ball didn’t go in. You started shooting and got two cups before someone jostled you on your third throw, causing you to miss the entire table. You shot a glare to the offending stranger, who apologized profusely. You sighed.

“Minho is clumsy but he’s sweet. Don’t be too hard on him. He might actually like it. Kinky bastard.” Jimin winked at you playfully.

You choked on your next breath, giggling at his words. Neither team scored anything for a while, too busy trash-talking each other and cracking jokes to concentrate on the game. Jimin’s full smile had yet to appear, but he did seem more relaxed in your presence, so you took it as a win. He wasn’t quite himself, putting on more of a show than usual, but you decided to let it go since he seemed like he was having a good time. Surprisingly, you were too.

Taehyung was sweet and funny. He was easy to talk to and super charming. Hoseok was a ball of sunshine and energy, and they both seemed to accept you as part of their little group with no effort at all. You were Jimin’s friend, and therefore you were their friend by association. You wondered if these were people Jimin could be honest with, they seemed really genuine, but you knew how guarded he was so you weren’t about to bring it up. They were fun to be around, and that was enough for now.

The night raged on, and your team ended up winning beer pong. You’d both gained a pleasant buzz from the game but Taehyung and Hoseok were absolutely trashed. Jimin explained that they might’ve pregamed a little too hard before the party, so the added beers from their crushing defeat sent them over the edge into utterly intoxicated. They were currently clutching onto each other and singing a very off key rendition of a song you didn’t even recognize.

“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” you asked.

“Just down that hall,” Jimin pointed, and you smiled at him before making your way there.

You quickly did your business and washed your hands, checking your appearance in the mirror and smiling to yourself about how well the night was going. Everything was perfect and after last night with Jimin, he seemed more… into you? Less platonic. Or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. Either way, you were hopeful that maybe Jimin felt the same way you did.

That was, until you walked out of the bathroom and saw him pushed up against the wall with some girl’s tongue down his throat.

You felt like the room was spinning. Your heart shattered and you found it difficult to get air into your lungs as you stood frozen in shock, eyes glued to the pair like a car wreck. You just couldn’t look away. It felt like years, but lasted only a second before Jimin’s eyes opened and he spotted you. He pushed the girl off of him, taking a step toward you, but you made a beeline for the door.

You weaved your way through the crowd as fast as you could, ignoring Taehyung who gleefully called out for you to join him in karaoke. You begged any entity that was listening to let you hold your tears in until there were no witnesses, focusing solely on getting your feet to move faster and holding your emotions at bay. You heard Jimin calling your name but you only moved faster, sprinting out of the open door and down the empty road.

How could you have been so stupid? Of course he didn’t like you. You were just the first person to show him, real, unconditional friendship. That’s all his affection was. Platonic. He didn’t want you. How could he? That girl looked like a supermodel. Of course she was more his type. How could you even think he would ever want someone like you? Because he spent one night with his arms wrapped around you and brought you to a party in front of his friends? Ugh.

“Y/N! Wait!” Jimin called, and you could hear his footsteps growing closer.

Damn him and his dancer’s stamina.

You wiped any stray tears from your eyes and did your best to plaster on a smile as you turned around to face him, you couldn’t outrun him. You might as well act normal and pretend everything was fine. Jimin slowed to a stop in front of you, panting a little.

“Where are you going?” he asked breathlessly.

“Oh, uh. I’m going home,” you grimaced as your voice cracked.

“Y/N, it wasn’t what it looked like,” Jimin began.

“Oh Jimin, it’s fine,” you brushed him off, using every bit of your willpower to make yourself seem believable. “You can do whatever or whoever you want. It’s not like I own you.”

“I saw the look on your face, Y/N, I-” Jimin tried but you shook your head.

“No it’s fine. I should’ve known you’d want to have some fun tonight. You’re not obligated to babysit me just because you invited me,” you cut him off.

“But I-” he tried again, scratching his arm in frustration.

“Go back to the party, that girl is probably waiting,” you smiled, moving to turn around.

“Would you just fucking listen to me?!” he shouted, making you freeze in your tracks.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his in shock, mouth hanging slightly ajar. Despite him being covered in tattoos and piercings, you’d never heard Jimin raise his voice or be threatening in any way. His sudden outburst caused your heart to flutter in your chest, both with astonishment and a little bit of arousal.

“She just came up and started talking to me, and she asked me to fuck, but I said no. She kissed me out of nowhere and I froze. As soon as I saw you I knew I fucked up. I pushed her off and told her to get lost. I don’t want her, Y/N. I don’t want any of them,” he nearly growled in frustration, running a hand through his messy hair. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

Your heart stopped beating entirely.

“I was scared to tell you because I didn’t want to scare you off. You said all you wanted was friendship and I didn’t want to push you away. You’re my best friend. You’re the only one who really sees me, the only one who really cares. You make me a better man. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Everyone leaves but I can’t lose you. Not you. I… I love you. I’m in love with you,” he sighed, taking a step closer and gauging your reaction.

“You… do?” you whispered, scared that if you spoke too loudly he’d vanish and you’d wake up from this dream.

“I love you,” he repeated, placing his hands on your shoulders and running them down your arms to interlock your fingers.

“I love you too,” you choked out, your tears running freely now. “Jimin I love you so much it hurts.”

Jimin lifted one hand to cup your cheek, his eyes full of love and adoration and contentment. His gaze flickered down to your lips then back up to your eyes. You nodded, just barely, and he leaned in. Finally, after months of daydreaming about this very moment, Jimin’s soft, plush lips pressed against your own. Time seemed to stop, and everything faded away but Jimin and the way he kissed you.

His kiss was gentle, but held so much passion. All the words he couldn’t say, or didn’t know how to, he flooded them all into the way he kissed you, wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer as he worked his mouth against your own. Kissing Jimin felt like coming home, like the first breath of air after being caught in a current and forced underwater until your breaking point. It felt right.

Jimin’s tongue danced along your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth, allowing him entrance. His tongue explored your mouth, sliding along yours and it felt more like a loving caress than horny college kids making out. Deepening the kiss had lit something inside you and you pressed even closer to him, pouring all your love and longing into the actions between your lips.

Pulling away only when your lungs began screaming for air, Jimin rested his forehead against your own, his breaths coming out labored. His eyes searched yours and a slow smile spread across his reddened lips.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted breathlessly.

“Me too,” you giggled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as the blush crept into your cheeks.

Jimin laughed and held you tight against him, rubbing soothing circles against your back. You both stayed like that, in the middle of the road, the only light being the stars and the moon, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was that Jimin loved you. Jimin loved you! And he wanted you. And you were safe in his arms.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” Jimin smiled, pulling back to look at your face.

You nodded, slipping your hand into his and walking beside him. Your whole chest felt like it was going to explode. You were elated. You were shocked and excited and so, so happy. You giggled to yourself, hiding your face with your free hand as Jimin walked you home.

“What’s so funny?” he chuckled.

“I can’t believe this is real, I’m so happy,” you admitted, biting your lip nervously and shooting a curious glance his way to watch his reaction.

Jimin smiled softly, pulling you closer to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Me too baby. Me too,” he said softly.

Jimin walked you home and you both crawled into your bed. Jimin wrapped you up in his arms and held you close. You felt like you were in heaven. You ran your fingers through Jimin’s hair, then trailed them down his arm, tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers. Jimin smiled, rubbing shapes and doodles into the skin of your back where your shirt had ridden up.

His gentle caresses were soothing, and after the ultra emotional day you’d had, you were pretty drained. You drifted in and out of consciousness, shifting closer to Jimin and he grinned, holding you against his frame and leaving gentle pecks on your neck, your ear, wherever he could reach. You giggled.

“I’m so glad you’re finally mine,” he whispered into the chilly air of your room.

“I’ve been yours, Jimin. From the moment I met you,” you admitted sheepishly.

“I might not have known it yet, but I was yours too,” he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Now go to sleep.”

So you did.

-♡-

About a week later, the rumors were still running rampant about you and Jimin after you’d both made it official on social media, and were now spotted sharing sweet kisses and tender touches in public rather than just being together. You’d received a fair amount of messages and evil looks, girls upset that you’d taken Jimin off the market and now his skills were “going to waste.” You’d just roll your eyes and hit the block button.

You had been wondering about those skills more and more recently. Once you and Jimin had started dating, he had seemingly become allergic to wearing shirts. Prancing around your dorm room with his toned body on display, delicious ink decorating the surface of his ivory skin… you were frequently having thoughts that weren’t exactly PG. But Jimin hadn’t brought up sexual activity, and neither had you.

You felt like you could cut the sexual tension with a knife some days, but didn’t want to push Jimin into anything, not when you knew that he’d used sex as a way to push people away in the past. You knew you were overthinking, and should probably just talk to him, but you were nervous. But oh goodness did you want him. You’d wanted him from the moment you’d laid eyes on him, and rejecting his proposition that first night had been harder than you’d thought.

Now it seemed like every time you looked at Jimin, it became harder to hold back. Knowing that he knew you loved him now, and that he loved you too gave you that level of comfort you needed to be able to finally take the plunge with him. You wanted him to plunge into you. All. Night. Long.

You shook your head to rid yourself of the dirty thoughts you were having just as Jimin climbed in bed beside you, snuggling up to your frame and pulling you against him. You smiled and ran your fingers over the tattoos on his arms, tracing the designs with the tips of your fingers as lightly as you could. Jimin liked that you were always touching him. Running your fingers through his hair, tracing his tattoos, or just resting your palm against his chest. It didn’t matter as long as you were touching him, he was content.

He shifted, laying on his back with one arm tucked behind his head, allowing you to rest your head on his chest and trace the tattoos that littered the skin there as well. Jimin closed his eyes and focused on the sound of your even breathing and the feeling of your fingers gently brushing against his skin. He shivered a time or two, and you snuggled closer, assuming he was cold. Unable to rid yourself of the lingering dampness between your thighs, you let your fingers gently graze across Jimin’s pierced nipple.

Jimin sucked in a breath and bit back a low moan, but you heard his chest rumble with the action. You bit your lip and mumbled a quiet, insincere apology. You traced the tattoos along his collar bone for a while before your fingers daringly dipped down, brushing the other exposed nipple, which had Jimin tensing below you and letting out a quiet whine.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” he accused, focusing his gaze on you.

“Noooo…” you trailed off, looking up at him with faux innocence.

“I’m trying really hard to be good right now, baby girl,” he breathed out, almost as if he was in pain.

“What if… I don’t want you to be?” you whispered seductively, letting your hand trail down his abdomen teasingly.

Jimin’s muscles clenched at the movement, and you noticed there was a sizable tent in his sweatpants. Your mouth watered at the sight. He was clearly working with some nice equipment. Jimin shifted so he could put his full attention on you, his eyes searching yours.

“Are you sure? I know you said you were waiting, are you really ready for this?” he asked, concern and a little bit of hope written all over his face.

“I’m sure. I love you, Jimin. I want you,” you smiled reassuringly, leaning in to place a kiss to his gorgeous, soft lips.

Jimin brought his hand up to cup your cheek, working those plush lips of his against your own. The two of you had made out before, but this felt different. You were filled with anticipation and need. You pressed yourself closer to him, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding gracefully along your bottom lip, which you immediately parted for him.

His deft muscle slipped inside your mouth, rolling against yours skillfully. His hand dropped from your cheek and snaked up your side, sneaking under your shirt and grazing along your stomach until he reached your breast, kneading it underneath your flimsy bralette. His thumb brushed against your nipple and your body jolted towards him, seeking more.

“Mmm… so responsive.” he whispered against your lips with a teasing smirk.

You furrowed your eyebrows, then let your nail scrape gently along his pierced nipple, tugging ever so gently on the metal ring. Jimin moaned into your mouth, his body arching towards yours. You smirked against his lips.

“So responsive.” you giggled.

Jimin chuckled, pulling back to look at you with a raised eyebrow, the light reflecting off the piercing there as well. His cocky look was gasoline on the fire of your arousal, and you made yourself busy by kissing down his exposed neck, leaving a trail of red and purple bruises in your wake. Jimin’s low moans were music to your ears. You wanted to elicit more of the beautiful sounds from the irresistible man who had become putty in your hands.

Urging him onto his back, you straddled his hips and ground your covered core down against his clothed erection for a little relief, causing Jimin to let out more delicious noises. You kissed down his chest, bringing his nipple piercing into your mouth and licking around the sensitive area before tugging it gently with your teeth, scraping the flesh just a bit in the process. Jimin’s hips bucked up into yours at the action.

Your fingers teasingly dipped below the elastic of his sweats, running back and forth along the edge while you worked your mouth against each nipple. Jimin’s hands found purchase on your hips, his nails digging in just a bit so he had something to ground himself while you teased him. Your hand slipped underneath his sweats, surprised to find he’d foregone boxers. Your fingers brushed against his rigid length, and he tensed, gripping your hips harder.

“Don’t tease,” he groaned, head lolling back as he tried to restrain himself.

You giggled, wrapping your hand around his length and slowly dragging it upwards, letting your thumb circle the tip. You used the precum that spilled out to lubricate your next journey down. Jimin groaned, finally losing patience and effortlessly flipped the two of you over until he was hovering above you. He smirked at the surprised expression on your face and began leaving pretty red marks all over your neck and the exposed portion of your chest.

He sat up momentarily, pinning you with a hungry gaze and fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Off,” he commanded.

You immediately complied, peeling the fabric off your body and tossing it away, revealing your lacy bralette. Jimin’s eyes roamed over your chest and he licked his lips before leaning down and letting his tongue draw a stripe over the thin fabric covering your nipple, already erect and sensitive. Soft whimpers escaped your lips. It felt good, but you needed more.

Jimin’s lips traveled farther down your body, leaving marks all over your skin. He licked and sucked and nibbled in places you never would’ve considered erogenous zones before, but honestly, maybe it was just because it was Jimin. His tongue danced along the hem of your shorts teasingly before he glanced up at you to make sure you were still okay. You nodded breathlessly.

Jimin peeled your shorts down to expose your black satin panties, and you wished you’d worn the lace ones but it could’ve been worse. He brought the little bow tie between his teeth, tugging and letting it snap back against your pelvis. You jumped a bit and Jimin chuckled, mumbling “so cute” under his breath before slipping your soaked panties down your legs and tossing them aside.

“Damn baby girl, you’re dripping,” he grinned triumphantly. “What got you all worked up like this?”

“Jimin,” you whined impatiently.

“That’s right baby, say my name,” he teased (although he wasn’t really joking), but didn’t waste much more time, lowering his face and licking a bold stripe along your folds to distract you while he snuck a finger closer to your entrance, letting your arousal aid him in entering you. His tongue drew some sort of lost language on your clit with expertise, and it was almost impossible for you to hold still with the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Your hips bucked up and Jimin moved a hand to splay along your lower stomach, holding you down onto the bed while he devoured your pussy, slowly adding a second and third finger to stretch you out. It burned for a moment before you got used to it, Jimin’s fingers gliding along your walls and hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Even for your first time together, he knew your body like the back of his hand.

You could already feel the coil deep inside you threaten to snap at Jimin’s ministrations. You were a moaning mess, babbling his name like it was the only word you knew. His plump lips wrapped around your throbbing bundle and he sucked- hard. You groaned, back arching off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you, your vision going spotty. Now you knew why they said he could make you see stars.

Your body fell lax against the mattress as you panted, before pushing yourself up on your elbows to see Jimin’s face lift from your core. He met your eyes and seductively licked your juices off his lips, closing his eyes and savoring the taste of you. Your mouth went dry at how erotic he looked, and he climbed up your body, pressing his lips to yours and allowing you to taste yourself.

Your mouths worked against each other, and you wound your fingers in his hair, tugging gently on his soft locks, causing him to let out a low whine.

“Do that again,” he begged against your lips, his voice deeper and a little hoarse, but needy.

You wound your fingers in his hair, gripping it tighter and tugging again. Jimin let out a strangled moan, grinding his rock hard member against your core. Your body shivered at the feeling of his clothed shaft pressing up against where you needed him the most.

“Jimin, please,” you sighed, bucking your hips up to meet his.

“Okay baby. Oh fuck. Please tell me I still have a spare condom,” he suddenly groaned, reaching over for his wallet on your nightstand.

You watched him curiously, your eyes lingering on the curve of his plump ass under his sweats. You licked your lips, wanting to bite into the flesh. You’d save that for another time. Jimin let out a triumphant noise and held the condom in the air like a first place medal. You giggled at your boyfriend and rolled your eyes with a smile.

Jimin slid his sweats off in one smooth motion, kicking them away and onto the floor somewhere before ripping the condom open with his teeth and rolling it onto his length. Jimin paused, peering at you from his place above you, a small smile curling onto his plush lips, his eyes alight with adoration.

“I love you,” he whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I love you too,” you sighed happily.

“Are you ready?” he asked, squeezing your hand gently.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

Jimin leaned down, meeting your lips in a soft kiss, and slowly slid his rigid length into your honeyed entrance. You gasped into his mouth at the welcome intrusion, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way. Even with the prep from his fingers, his cock stretching your walls burned just slightly. Jimin deepened the kiss in an attempt to distract you from the discomfort, slowly inching more of his length inside until he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours.

Jimin fit inside you perfectly, his thick cock filling you up like he was made for you. He pulled back to look at your face, and you shot him a reassuring smile. He brought your joined hands up to his lips, placing them gently on the back of your wrist, and once you nodded your approval, he slid out until just the bulbous tip was left inside, before sliding back in, setting a slow, torturing pace.

This wasn’t your first rodeo, though you were nowhere near as experienced as Jimin, but no one had ever felt this good inside you. No one had ever felt this right. Jimin reached places inside you that no man had before and you were already falling apart at the movement of his hips. Jimin was definitely a dancer, able to move his body precisely and with precision, angling his hips to hit that soft spot inside you with every thrust.

“Fuck babygirl, you look so beautiful like this,” he groaned into your ear, his hot breath coming out in short puffs from the physical exertion.

“Ngh. Jimin,” you whined, “Please. More.”

“Can you handle it?” he wondered, experimentally dragging his cock a little faster along your walls, continually hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Yes, yes please. Need you,” you whimpered, bucking your hips up to meet his.

Jimin’s brow furrowed in concentration and his hips picked up speed, his sole purpose in that moment to give you the most blinding pleasure you’d ever experienced. His punishing pace had you wailing out his name in ecstasy, clawing at his back in a desperate attempt to ground yourself to something, lest you float away into oblivion from the fire building deep in your core.

“Come on baby, you look so pretty when you cum for me. Let go,” Jimin urged, his free hand slipping between your bodies to rub at your clit.

“Fuck… Jimin!” you cried out, and his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck was the last thing you needed to send you careening over the edge into bliss for the second time that night.

Your breath coming in heavy pants, you were surprised when Jimin showed no signs of slowing down. Your walls continued to clench around his length in the aftermath of your orgasm, and Jimin let our low growls at the feeling of your pussy swallowing up his cock with each thrust. You whimpered, slightly sensitive from your two previous orgasms, but Jimin pistoning himself inside you still felt heavenly.

Jimin shifted, pulling your leg up over his shoulder, the new position allowing him to reach even deeper inside your core, and your eyes nearly rolled back in your skull at the sensation of his cock kissing your cervix. You were a whimpering mess, your moans now garbled gibberish, not making any sense. All you knew in that moment was Jimin and how good he made you feel.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh, and you shivered. His thrusts were getting erratic as he chased his own high, but Jimin was desperate to make you cum again first. He pinched and rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger, abusing the bundle in the best way, sending you closer to your high once again.

“Fuck, Jimin- I-” you groaned.

“Come on baby, give me one more,” Jimin encouraged, using all his strength to hold back his own impending orgasm as he slammed inside of you.

Your whole body seemed to seize as you came for the third time, this one more intense than the others, making you almost dizzy with euphoria. Your throat burned with the force of your screams, quickly turning raw with use. Jimin didn’t last much longer, your cunt clenching around his length sending him over the edge. His hips stilled as he spilled ropes of hot cum into the condom. You could feel the heat from the thin plastic layer and wished that you could feel his seed shooting into you, dripping from your hole.

Jimin collapsed next to you, panting. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he looked absolutely edible like this. His plump lips parted as heavy breaths escaped, he turned his head and his eyes met yours. You were both shaking from the intensity of your highs, and you let out a quiet giggle which made a smile bloom across Jimin’s lips. He let out a quiet chuckle.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, turning his body back to face yours after tossing the used condom into the trash.

His arms wrapped around your torso, bringing your naked chests flush against each other as he peppered chaste kisses along your forehead, nose, and cheeks before catching your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered, clinging to his sweaty body like he was the only thing keeping you from floating away, and maybe he was.

“I love you more,” he grinned against the skin of your neck.

“Absolutely not. I love you more,” you pouted.

“Nuh uh,” he teased, fingers poking into your side, causing you to shriek and curl into him.

He laughed and kissed your forehead, relenting from his teasing and tickling. Your bodies spent, you drifted off to sleep together, safe in the comfort of each other’s arms.

-♡-

Months had flown by in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, it was May and you were graduating. They say time flies when you’re having fun, and they are right. Every moment spent with Jimin never seemed to last long enough. After the two of you started dating, Jimin had slowly begun opening up to other people. He learned to trust Hoseok and Taehyung, and your initial impression of them had been correct: they were people Jimin could count on.

Jimin did lose a few friends from the frat house when he stopped trying to play the part of the indifferent fuckboi, but he didn’t really count those people as losses. If they couldn’t accept the real him, they weren’t worth it. The two of you had branched out socially, and made new friends as well. Yoongi, the music major, who began working at the coffee shop you both frequented. He was stoic and unapproachable at first, but Jimin had commented on his band t shirt once and Yoongi’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, showing that he was actually super sweet and thoughtful once you got past his icy exterior.

Namjoon, the business major whom you’d met while browsing the shelves of your university library. You’d been having a hard time reaching the book you wanted, and Namjoon had assisted without you even asking for help, his much taller frame bringing the book down to your level. He’d told you he had read that book at least ten times and you would surely love it. The two of you hit it off and soon Jimin joined you, immediately connecting with Namjoon as well. He was smart, patient, and would make an amazing businessman, just from the way he could read people but never treated anyone any differently.

Seokjin, the culinary arts major who had gone around campus giving out free samples of his work, promoting his new youtube channel “Eat Jin.” One taste of his dasik and you were begging him for the recipe. Jin had lit up and began explaining exactly how to make it and invited you to an episode of Eat Jin.

Jungkook, who hadn’t quite figured out what he wanted to do yet, had met Jimin at the gym. He was boxing in the practice room that Jimin had reserved to dance. He hadn’t noticed he’d gone over his time, and when Jimin politely entered the room, complimenting his form, he’d flushed and shot him the most adorable bunny smile. Jungkook apologized for running over his time and Jimin brushed it off, but Jungkook insisted on buying him coffee as an apology.

Slowly but surely, your friendship group grew, each new friend weaving their way into your hearts and teaching you something new. They got along with each other as well, as it turned out. You’d thrown a surprise party for Jimin’s birthday and invited them along, Namjoon and Jin became inseparable almost immediately, and Hoseok and Yoongi as well. Taehyung and Jungkook became a dynamic duo, consistently stirring up trouble wherever they went.

Hoseok and Hana hadn’t broken up, after all. Hana had even contacted you to get coffee, apologizing for judging Jimin unfairly and trying to get in between the two of you. She’d joined your little group of friends, which slowly became more like a second family . Jimin flourished, surrounded by people who loved and cared for him exactly as he was.

He didn’t have to pretend to be anything but himself, didn’t have to please anyone, play any parts. His smile reached ear to ear and his eyes shone with love and light and so much life. Thinking back to the way they’d been dull and lifeless when you first met him brought you to tears as you watched him throw his head back in laughter and wrap his arms around Jungkook, who returned the gesture with similar glee.

Jimin no longer seemed broken. The dead weight resting in his chest had been lifted, and he was free. It didn’t happen overnight, and beginning his relationship with you certainly hadn’t been a magic fix, but it had been a catalyst. You taught Jimin that there were people in this world who genuinely could care for him without expecting anything in return. You showed him that there was still good, and he could trust people. Then, slowly, he’d met more and more people who only validated the lessons you’d taught him.

The more people Jimin met who didn’t use him, the more the ice around his heart began to chip away, giving him the strength and the courage to save himself from the darkness that had plagued his heart and mind for so long. And now, you were all graduating, moving on to pursue your dreams and aspirations. It was the last party of your college career, and you’d all gathered because Jimin had announced he’d had something to say to everyone. You gazed up proudly at your boyfriend.

“Thank you all for being here to celebrate the last night of college!” he cheered, earning hoots and hollers from your friends.

“I know we all promised to keep in touch, but I just wanted to make sure that you all know how much I appreciate you being in my life. I love every single one of you, and I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing group of people to surround myself with. You all have lifted me up, encouraged me, and given me the strength to keep fighting when times got tough. They say that sometimes when you’re in a dark place, that you think you’ve been buried. But really, you’ve been planted. You just need a little bit of love and patience before you bloom. So thank you for giving me what I needed to bloom. All of you. Especially you, Y/N. You were the first person who really believed in me, and if it weren’t for you, I never would’ve let in any of these guys. I love you, baby. And I love all of you,” he grinned, “So here’s a toast to all of you, may your future be bright and your beer be full!”

Cheers erupted around you and you cheered along, all of you knocking back a sip of your drink to Jimin’s toast. He hopped down and wrapped an arm around you, kissing your cheek as your friends congratulated him on his speech and shared how happy they were to have met you both as well. Your heart felt like it couldn’t possibly get any fuller than it was in that moment, surrounded by people you loved.

You and Jimin had both grown so much since that first night at the party, you’d fought, you’d cried, you’d laughed, and you’d gotten stronger. You were so proud of him and how far he had come, and you felt peace settle over you knowing the fact that he’d never have to be alone again, and neither would you. No matter what you found on the road ahead, you’d be okay.

You had each other.

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crystalangelluna · 4 years ago

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A New Chance Chapter 5

Ao3/ Part 1 /Part 2 /Part 3 /Part 4/ Part 5(You're here)

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{With the PMH (Past Miraculous Holder} They were all sitting in the movie theater, eating popcorn, and watching the events unfold themselves.

“Our little bug needs some guidance, you guys thinking what I am thinking.” The first-ever ladybug spoke up (Mei).

“We should give her a surprise, after school”

Everyone agreed and started planning out their idea. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (With Mari) Yesterday was pretty embarrassing, especially since the assassins escaped. Oh well, I don’t want to relive that again.

(Mari it is Mei, after school today, go to the alleyway near _______ street. We have a surprise for you. Make sure to bring Kaalki with you. And just know, we are looking after you.)

(Thank you, Mei, I am happy to hear from you again, say hi to the others for me, will you?).

She happily agreed.

In under 10 minutes, I got ready to go to school, I grabbed my purse along with Tikki and Kaalki, and headed out.

Gotham Academy

Very different than I had pictured it, but it will do.

Being the new student sucks sometimes but it is what it is.

My mission is to avoid Damien at all costs. But apparently luck isn’t on my side, because he is on the other side of the school steps,

Great way of keeping a low profile, Mari. I scolded myself

Just ignore the pretty boy… Just ignore the pretty, wait what? Stop it, Mari, you promised yourself you wouldn’t go down this path again…

Just ignore your childhood crush,

Shi- No cussing, a tinny voice said in the back of my head. Shoot he’s looking at me better RUN!!!

(Damian’s pov) Yesterday was pretty embarrassing, and not to mention the bloody assassins dared to escape. All because of my insolent brothers.

Alfred dropped me off at Gotham Academy. I honestly don’t understand why my father forces me to even go to this school. I am clearly more intelligent than these empty-headed people. But apparently, I have to “socialize” with kids my age. No thank you I am fine with just one friend.

Where did that come from?

I was about to go inside when I noticed someone on the other side of the school steps.

It seemed the new student was having a fight with herself, she then ran up the steps and trip but got back up and headed to the office.

What an idiot.

Whispers were going around the school, so were rumors and questions about the new student. Why would a new student be joining in the middle of the trimester, and especially in the city with the worst crime in the world?

Suspicious…

I headed to my first class, Physics

I sat at the back of the classroom next to Jon because he is the most tolerable in the whole school.

“Good morning class today we have a new student, please introduce yourself, Miss.”

The same girl from earlier stood up to speak,” Hi my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I originally lived in Paris.” This raises my suspensions even more, why would someone who lives in a safe city be somewhere like Gotham. People are Weird.

(Mari's POV)

“Thank you Marinette, you sit next to Marely, please raise your hand.” A black-haired, brown-eyed, Hispanic-looking girl raised her hand. While I was walking to my seat, 2 things stood out to me. I was sitting behind the one person I didn’t want to sit near.

Damian Freaking Wayne/Robin. And he was glaring at me, great, the famous bat glare.

I just sighed.

Great trying to stay away from Damian is harder than I thought,

Mei and the rest had something to do with this.

(Mei and the rest of the crew) They were snickering at the screen that showed their beloved little bug and her fate. Marinette was correct; they were a part of it, especially if they were planning her love life all while eating popcorn. This was going to be Fun.

(Time skip, Mari's Pov)

It was lunchtime already and so far I was done with my first 3 classes. I had Marely in all of my classes so she showed me around the school. She easily became one of my new best friends. Luckily for me, Damien was only in my first class.

Lunch came and went by, I punched a kid in the face cause he went too far in his opinion on me, then we got sent to the principal's office only for him to place us in detention for the next day. And then it was time for the last class of the day...

Gym.

Oh how I was excited to participate in this class {who hates the gym, cause I do?}

The Gym teacher announced that they would be competing against the art teacher's class since the teacher was absent for the day.

Low and behold…

…

{You guys probably think It is Damian, am I right?}...

…

It was that jerk face that I met earlier, the one I punched in the face, for calling me pathetic and a liar. Can't I have no enough enemies in my life? Jack, Jacob, Jim whatever his name is,

he is going DOWN!!!

Too bad he got on my bad side, you never want to see a pissed off, Mari.

Also, too bad for him, dodgeball is my favorite game, and I happen to be the best at it.

Well back when I was alive in my Paris.

And I happen to be the hero Ladybug. And I carry the Kwami's Of Creation and Teleportation right now, and not to mention the others especially Plagg./p>

Calm down Mari, it is okay you have another chance, you can sorta of start over again. I told myself.

Right now you have to show jerk face exactly who he messed with.

(Another time skip cause ya author too lazy 🤪)

Let's just say he will never mess with me, again. And for that matter, if these Gotham kids are who I think are, word spreads fast, and they would know not to mess with me.

As I was heading to the direction Mei talked to me again.

(Bring Marely with you, she will play a big roll in the future. Oh and she needs to know the truth after your surprise)

(Are you sure, that could be dangerous and risky?)

(Trust me you will need all the help you can get, just don't worry about it right now, you know what Bunnixx would say!!)

(Yeah, yeah I know, everything has a time and place.)

(Marley's pov)

I was about to leave the building when Marinette or as she told me to call her Mari, called out to me. I turned around and saw her running towards me.

She tripped but caught herself gracefully, I giggled.

" Do you need anything Mari?"

"I was wondering if you would like to hang out right now?"

My common sense screamed at me not to go because, 1.We are in Gotham for crying out loud. 2.She could be a villain in disguise And 3. I just met her.

But alas my gut is telling me to go, and I trust my gut, especially since it got me out of sticky situations.

So I went with her.

(Damian's POV) All-day people were pestering me with rumors about the new student. Especially after school, apparently, she beat up a kid and beat him at Dodgeball.

I spotted her talking to the girl she sat next to during Physics.

They left the building, and then I did what any reasonable person would do.

I dragged Jon with me and we followed them.

This is Gotham after all. And I am the son of the World's greatest detective.

(Mari's POV)

Someone was following me, I bet I know who.

It won't be of any use losing them now.

I’m just going to let them be surprised. Oh the CHAOS!!!

When we arrived at the place Mei informed me, Marely was confused.

"Just wait for it." Not even 5 seconds later a portal opened up behind us and covered our mouths, I wonder if this is the surprise that Mei had for me.

Then they yanked us into the portal and it closed.

I looked into a familiar room that I thought I would never see again I turned around and I saw…

And older looking Adrien and Kagami than me, precisely 3 years.

I was wrapped in a hug. I didn't even know that we were crying, once that was over I looked up to see Marely super confused and shocked.

I mean who wouldn't be both when you were kidnapped, then your recently new friend hugs your kidnappers and they all cry, and you don't even know what is going on.

"Umm, Marely meet my best friends Adrien and Kagami, from another alternate universe."

"Hi, I am Adrien" The sunshine boy is back.

"Greetings, nice to meet the friend of my best friend."

"Hi, I am Marely, can you tell me what the heck is going on???"

"Well, you see Marely…"

(With Damian)

Wtf just happened?!?!?!?

#damianette #daminette #maridami #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maribat #mlb x dc #ml x dc

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aion-rsa · 4 years ago

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10 Injustice Characters the DC Animated Movie Needs to Get Right

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As we wait an announcement pertaining to the existence of NetherRealm Studios’ Injustice 3, we at least know that Warner Bros. is set to adapt the games into a DC animated movie.

Ever since its release in 2013, the Injustice franchise has not only become a staple of NetherRealm’s roster, but the comic spinoffs have made it a beloved part of the DC multiverse. The plot revolves around a reality where the Joker was able to mess with Superman so badly that the Man of Steel gradually became a mass-murdering dictator, with the support of several members of the Justice League. Left without any other option, Batman brought in counterparts of the Justice League from the “mainstream” universe to help him fight a civil war against his former friend. It was a story that merged the Justice Lords two-parter from the Justice League cartoon with Marvel’s original Squadron Supreme comic series.

A popular prequel series was released, mostly written by Tom Taylor, that explained the five years in-between Superman killing the Joker in cold blood and Batman’s last stand. Sometime later, the game’s story was adapted into the comic Injustice: Ground Zero. And the Injustice universe has only continued to grow since then.

As snazzy as NetherRealm’s story modes are, they are going to have to make some changes to the narrative for the animated movie. It’s not like every character is going to stumble into exactly four best-two-out-of-three fights in a row before someone else is the focus. Knowing that there will be alterations, some characters are really going to need some tender love and care.

Superman (Both of Them)

Injustice: Gods Among Us didn’t invent the idea of an evil Superman, but things are a bit over-saturated these days. Face it, “Dark Superman” has been done to death, what with Brightburn, The Boys, Invincible, and everything Zack Snyder intended with his Justice League movies.

It’s important that the animated movie really get into the WHY of what turned Superman evil instead of the Joker just getting a tragic win over him. The Injustice comic nudged him over and over again with multiple betrayals and manipulations before he finally snapped and angrily broke every bone in Green Arrow’s body. Hit all that, or at least enough of it.

More importantly, Injustice is a story of two different Supermen. The mainstream Superman has to ring true. He has to be the beacon of hope and positivity that pop culture has been missing for the past decade.

Ultimately, as long as they don’t do that minigame where Superman blows up cars and the people in them with his eye-lasers, we’re cool.

Batman

In this DC take of Marvel’s Civil War, Batman is by default the better person when compared to Superman. He has a line he won’t cross and that means no murder and no tyranny. That said, he still needs to be portrayed as a flawed hero. He may be competent, but he still behaves like a total douche at times and deserves to take one to the chin every now and then.

Being a paranoid futurist who buries himself in contingency plans means alienating allies, friends, and even family members. There’s a great moment in the Injustice comic where he reveals that he infected Cyborg with a virus within a week of meeting (you know, just in case), which Killer Croc says is outright sinister. It’s this kind of behavior that led to Superman’s fall to darkness, because even if Bruce wasn’t behind any of the horrors, he still chose coldness and paranoia over being there for a friend who was going through some serious shit.

Harley Quinn

A hype trailer for Harley painted her as a major protagonist in the first game but the game’s story mode just didn’t measure up. The comics did a better job and the Ground Zero volume was specifically about telling the game’s story from Harley’s perspective. I’m not saying that she should be joined by her team of BFF henchmen from Ground Zero, but she should definitely be a prominent hero.

Similar to the Mark Waid comic series Irredeemable and Incorruptible (also about an evil take on Superman), Harley’s turn to heroism is the universe’s response to Superman’s actions. She’s done some horrible things and may never make up for her actions under the Joker’s thumb, but she’ll keep fighting to stop Superman’s atrocities.

Wonder Woman

While Batman did a bad job trying to pull Superman from the darkness, Wonder Woman succeeded in pushing him in. It’s noted here and there, but this Wonder Woman was also altered by tragedy. In this timeline, Steve Trevor turned out to be a Nazi traitor. His betrayal left Diana feeling much less optimistic and hopeful than her mainstream self.

Wonder Woman’s villainy isn’t as pronounced as Superman’s, but she’s definitely the friendly face who eggs him on and wants him to stand over all mankind. As Superman uses her to fill the void left from Lois Lane’s death, the power couple become very good at bringing out the worst in each other.

Damian Wayne

The Injustice game did Damian a little dirty, revealing deep into the story that the Nightwing fighting on Superman’s side was not Dick Grayson, but Damian. According to Batman, Damian murdered Dick. The comics dove deeper into that and made it more of a freak accident brought on by Damian being an impulsive and angry child. Still, Bruce and his son were unable to make amends due to their shared lack of warmth.

Later stories, and even Injustice 2, added more depth to Damian. It always made sense that he’d join Superman’s Regime, but there was a soul in there who would eventually see that this wasn’t the right path. In the comic Injustice vs. Masters of the Universe, which was treated as a sequel to Injustice 2’s dark ending, Damian took up the mantle of Batman to oppose Superman and even grew a long-missing sense of humor in the process.

Lex Luthor

The great tragedy of the DC multiverse is that Superman and Lex Luthor just can’t get along. They will always be at odds no matter what Earth they come from. The Injustice universe was the one exception, as Luthor was portrayed as fairly warm and altruistic. Much like Batman, he has contingency plans up the wazoo, but they don’t come off as creepy.

Seeing him there as Superman’s longtime friend who sadly has to stab him in the back brings back that multiversal truth about the duo. Just because this is a world where Superman kills and things get very bleak doesn’t mean it’s the worst world and that it isn’t worth saving. The mainstream Cyborg is reluctant to come to terms with this heroic Luthor, but he ultimately accepts the miracle that this universe created a Luthor worth befriending and even looking up to.

Hal Jordan

Maybe it’s just me, but I was never a fan of how Geoff Johns retconned Hal’s past and gave him deniability for everything he did as Parallax. I liked that a boring hero dude like Hal snapped, did some bad stuff, and then had to accept his failures in an attempt to be better. With Injustice, they gave us that exact Hal.

Games

Injustice Beat Zack Snyder’s Justice League to the Punch

By Matthew Byrd

Comics

Injustice: Year Zero Brings the Justice Society to DC Alternate Universe

By Jim Dandy

Overflowing with willpower and being an otherwise competent space cop, Hal is still something of a dunce at times, and he’s susceptible to manipulation in the right situation. He’s already following Superman’s lead, but having Sinestro pop in to indoctrinate him into the Sinestro Corps makes him actually interesting. Let Hal be the worst version of himself here so he can double back on it in the sequel and beg Guy Gardner’s ghost for forgiveness.

Shazam

Injustice may be the B-side to Mortal Kombat, but the game itself is fairly tame on the violence. Joker’s death isn’t actually shown on screen, Luthor’s end is fairly clean, and Grodd taking a trident to the torso is relatively tame.

But what we absolutely, positively have to see in the animated movie is Shazam’s death scene to really give an idea of how far gone Superman is. It’s bloodless from our point of view, but it’s grisly as hell and made worse when you remember that Shazam is a literal child under all the mystical power.

Batgirl

The Barbara Gordon version of Batgirl was one of the first DLC characters added to Injustice, but it’s unfortunate that she’s not in the main story mode — something the animated movie could fix by giving her a more prominent role in the fight against the Regime. Her ending gives her a kickass backstory where she returns to the cowl after her father dies at Superman’s hands. The comics go deeper into this, even making it so that Superman doesn’t directly kill Commissioner Gordon.

In this continuity, she was already wheelchair-bound as Oracle. She had to go under a very dangerous procedure under Luthor’s care in order to walk again. This is one of the storylines that could make for a captivating arc in the movie.

Alfred Pennyworth

Alfred isn’t in either Injustice game. He’s already dead by the start of the first game. But I don’t care. Alfred needs to be in the animated movie because he is the heart and soul of the Injustice comics. While others bow to Superman, follow him, or even try to reason with him, Alfred Pennyworth doesn’t play those games. He will straight-up verbally clown Superman for his actions without flinching. He is not afraid of the Kryptonian, no matter how red his glowing eyes get.

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This comes to a head in the comics when Alfred takes a pill that gives him Kryptonian strength and he kicks the absolute shit out of Superman for ruining his family. I know I’m asking for a lot, but I simply need to see Alfred stomp a mudhole in Superman so hard that his own shoe explodes from the impact.

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trashyocstash · 4 years ago

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character ref sheet on my oc khutulun, i was “inspired” by the outline for character pages on the clone high wiki lol, and the text from the personality section is from a previous post.

Khutulun

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Hair Colour: Black

Race: Asian

Ethnicity: Mongolian

Religion: Possibly Tengrism(traditional religion of the Mongols)

Family: Khutulun(clone mother), Doris(foster grandmother)

Love Interest: Walt Disney

Nickname: Khu

Khutulun is the clone of the great great granddaughter of Genghis Khan, Khutulun, a princess, wrestler and warrior. She is known for her tale of challenging men who wished to marry her to a wrestling match and them having to give her 100 horses if they lost. She ended up with no husband and 10,000 horses. Khutulun echoes her clone mother's strength through her own skill in wrestling, and other sports.

Biography

Khutulun is one of the jocks, closely associated with the other athletes due to her own strength and athleticism, though she isn't fond of them due to their shallow interest in her. As the clone of a princess, she also is associated with the royal clones, though doesn't like them either for the same reason. Any time she tried to date anyone from either group, she would find their relationship was pretty shallow, with them only being interested in sex, and leaving quickly because they found her too scary, leading her to feel unlovable.

She is viewed as scary by the other students, as she tends to come off as intense and stoic, with her muscular appearance not helping matters. As a result, Khutulun is lonely and has very few friends.

For a while, Khutulun was mostly just a background character, usually seen alongside Genghis Khan. Outside of that, JFK had hit on her before she punched him, and Abe and Gandhi had asked her to help them with getting Genghis to get beer, though she refused to help.

This changed when Jackie decided to approach her, leading to their friendship. Jackie brought her to meet Jim and Walt, and while Jim was scared of her, she hit it off with Walt, leading to them becoming friends and him developing a crush on her. From there, she would continue to visit him, and also was able to become friends with Jim after he apologized to her for his behaviour.

Walt and Khutulun continued to spend time together, with Khutulun inviting Walt to do things with her, and they began to develop feelings for each other. With her past romantic failures in mind, she began to put up a shield with Walt once she realised she was falling in love with him. But Walt instantly took notice and knew something was wrong. Unable to put up a shield anymore, Khutulun confided her problems to Walt, revealing her feelings to him in the midst of it. He revealed he loved her back, and they officially became a couple.

Appearance

Khutulun is tall, with sleek black hair in pigtails, and muscular. She has beefy arms and occasionally her abs can be viewed as well. Her skin colour is also a slight gray-brown colour and has ears in the same style as Genghis Khan, both hints showing their clone parents were related.

She is usually seen wearing a white top with only one spaghetti strap, blue jean shorts, black leggings, black sneakers and black long fingerless gloves.

Personality

Khutulun is a strong, tough badass who can and will whoop your ass. However, she isn't going around looking to pick a fight, it's just that crossing her is a really bad idea. She is outwardly pretty confident and assertive as well.

Deep down, she is actually rather lonely. Her poor social skills mean she's always had trouble with interacting with people. Combine that with her toughness and she comes across as intense and scary, which only further drives people away. It doesn't help that Khutulun is someone people are only interested in for sex. They date her for that, but leave quickly because they can't handle her, thinking she's too intense. It makes her feel unlovable and she has self-esteem problems as a result.

For all of Khutulun's toughness and outwardly scariness, she's truly very sweet and kind. This is most evident in her relationship with her foster grandmother Doris, and her boyfriend Walt. She is loving, supportive, caring and understanding. And Khutulun is also fiercely protective of those she loves and cares for. She's also a big hopeless romantic.

Khutulun's athleticism and strength are also intentionally exaggerated. She's all buff, can pretty much play any sport and can lift heavy things with no effort at all. She can also be competitive, but normally not seriously so.

Khutulun also comes off as more of a quiet person, she already knows people are scared of her and worries if she says the wrong thing, it'll only further that. But once she's comfortable around someone, she can be pretty talkative, calm and relaxed.

While Khutulun is a tomboy, she does unashamedly have a feminine side. Growing up knowing she's the clone of a princess helped with that. a badass wrestling warrior princess, but a princess nonetheless. She likes wearing pretty dresses and will happily accept things like flowers and jewelry.

Relationships

Walt Disney

Walt Disney is Khutulun's boyfriend, and they have a very close and loving relationship. Though their relationship is often questioned due to Walt being a crazy conspiracy theorist, though Khutulun defends it by saying he's treated her better than other guy ever has.

When they met, Khutulun ended up laughing at his theories after he told them to her, and genuinely loved them and wanted to hear more. Walt initially believed she might've been messing with him, but it didn't take long to see she was being genuine with him. Even into their relationship, she continues to love his conspiracy theories, the less they make sense, the funnier they are. Khutulun doesn't believe in any of them, but she will humour him from time to time.

Walt has often dealt with his interests being mocked and ridiculed, and so attempted to hide them from Khutulun. However, much to his surprise and relief, she was actually rather accepting of them, and showed a genuine interest. He in turn, supports her, attending her sports games and cheering her on.

Khutulun is more than happy to defend him, and thanks to her, Walt no longer deals with bullying.

Both of them have been lonely for a long time, neither having many friends. But together, they don't feel lonely and make each other happier and allowing the other to open up more.

Doris Honeycutt

Doris is Khutulun's foster grandmother, and they have a close relationship. When Doris was given the choice of who to adopt, she found a fussy baby Khutulun, who easily calmed down when in her arms, and Doris knew she was the one she had to adopt.

Khutulun cares for Doris with any problems she has, usually related to her old age, and is protective of her. Khutulun also refers to her as "Grandma".

Doris also was very lonely herself until Khutulun came into her life, never having any children or grandchildren of her own, and now has Khutulun and Toots.

Jackie Kennedy-Onassis

Jackie was Khutulun's first friend outside of Gengis Khan, deciding to befriend her out of believing she wasn't the scary person she was made out to be. After being proven right, she brought Khutulun to meet Jim and Walt, which eventually would lead to Walt and Khutulun's romance.

Jackie and Khutulun also easily bond over both being horse girls.

Jim Henson

Jim initially viewed Khutulun as scary, and was pretty freaked out when Jackie first brought her over. However, Jim changed his mind on her after learning he had unintentionally made her feel like she didn't belong, and apologized to her, allowing them to become friends.

Jim approves of Walt's relationship with Khutulun, though was initially worried when Walt revealed she was the girl she had a crush on out of worrying she'd beat him up. He also is subject to Walt's antics as a result of his relationship with Khutulun, notably hearing them having sex, finding Walt with hickeys on him and having to hear Walt rambling on about her.

Genghis Khan

Khutulun befriended him due to their clone parents being related, and has since grown protective of him. She refused to help Abe and Gandhi use him to get beer, and doesn't like to see people use him for his lower intelligence. Genghis in return sees her as a good friend and easily listens to her. She can also easily communicate with him in ways the other students cannot.

Joan of Arc

As their foster grandparents are together, Joan and Khutulun became aware of each other, and soon became friends. They also like to play basketball together.

Toots

Khutulun likes him and approves of him being with Doris.

Original Khutulun

Khutulun greatly resembles her clone mother, both being incredibly strong and athletic, and both had/have many men vying for their affections. As a result, it is not a stretch to assume the original Khutulun was beautiful, another trait clone Khutulun shares.

Khutulun greatly looks up to her clone mother and wishes to emulate her strength and athletic ability, which it seems she's done well.

While they are similar, the major difference is original Khutulun challenging men in order for them to marry her, and clone Khutulun being a hopeless romantic.

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justahockeylover · 5 years ago

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all my friends part two - j.hughes

authors note // here it is! I finally finished, it, and not gonna lie, my head hurts from writing for so long. it’s also like 1 in the morning right now, so that might have something to do with it.

word count: 2351

They say that love is true And I'll find somebody new And everybody lookin' like a honeymoon But all that I've been looking for is me and you

After what felt like forever sitting by yourself, which was really only a minute or two, Quinn came back out to the kitchen. You noticed that he changed into something comfier than his jeans, as you had tons of the boys’ stuff over at your house since they spent so much time there.

“Woah, Y/N/N, are you okay? What did he say?”

You just shook your head, sighing. Quinn was one of the few people close enough to you to see how in love you were with his brother. But he also saw that it wasn’t one-sided. He would never admit it, but he was rooting for you two since the day he saw how Jack looked at you.

“He said that I’m the only girl he wants by his side. That I’m all he can think about.”

He looked at you, noticing the tears escaping your eyes, how quickly you wiped them away. Soon enough, you felt his arms around you, leaning into his arms as you cried.

You would think a girl would be happy about this news, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. You felt guilty knowing that you had, in fact, been the one to pull Jack away from Chelsea. Albeit you and her were never the best of friends, but you would never want to be the cause of their breakup.

“Quinny, I feel horrible,” you mumbled into his chest, hoping that he could still understand your words.

He continued rubbing your back soothingly. The two of you had moved to sit on the couch, since it was a much comfier place to cry than a barstool.

“Why? I mean, you did just basically find out that Jack has feelings for you, isn’t that what you want?”

In between sniffles you explained, “But at what cost? His and Chelsea’s relationship?”

Quinn looked at you sadly, sitting on the couch with you for a few minutes before sitting up and grabbing your hands.

“Hey, why don’t we go to the rink and skate? I heard Jack mention it, and I know you love skating, so don’t even try to say no.”

Quinn pulled at your arms as you rolled your eyes and laughed, dragging you out of your house and into his car. You sat quietly, thinking about Jack. Which seems to be all you can think about nowadays. Feeling the car stop, you get out and walk side by side with Quinn, as he carried a bag with your guys’ skates and sticks.

You weren’t born into a hockey family, but you learned to love the sport anyway. And even though you still weren’t the best at hockey or even skating without falling, the Hughes family was by your side while you learned from each of them. Quinn loved how eager you are to learn about the rules of the game, just so you could talk hockey with them without feeling left out of a conversation. Luke likes playing one on ones with you, since it gives him more practice, and he sees how determined you are to get better each time. Jim and Ellen taught you how to stay grounded, and even though you have to give your own parents a lot of credit, the two of them had a lot of influence on your character.

And Jack. Jack loved every single second of time you spent on the ice together. He loved the way you held onto his hands too tight, how you laughed when you fell, the way your nose would be red from the cold, and the little glint in your eyes you would get when learning something new.

“So, what do you want to do? I mean, we have the sticks, but we don’t have to play.”

You thought for a second before answering, “We can just skate around, I’m a little tired from studying all day.”

He nodded at this and the two of you walked into the rink, the lady at the front desk recognizing the two of you immediately.

“Ah, half of my favorite regulars! Where’s the other two?”

You and Quinn laughed, as he checked you two in while you answered, “Jack is in New Jersey right now for development camp, and Luke is over at a friend’s right now. Sorry, we know Jack’s your favorite.”

You checked your phone for any notifications, seeing yours and Jack’s smiling faces, the photo you set as your lockscreen making you smile as well.

“You know I can’t pick favorites out of you four,” she grinned, “but if I did, it would have to be you and Jack. Have you seen the way he smiles when he looks at you? You would think that kid’s just won the Stanley Cup.”

You and Quinn shared a look as you blushed, saying goodbye and walking to the ice.

“Here, I’ll tie your skates for you. I know you were probably gonna ask me to anyway.”

You slapped his shoulder and took your skates out of the bag, taking your shoes off while waiting for Quinn to finish tying his own skates.

He ties yours quickly, asking if they were okay, to which you nodded and walked towards the ice.

Quinn soon joined you and you two skated laps around the rink, trying to see if you guys could recreate some figure skating ricks. It was about thirty minutes before you finally decided to speak, “Quinn, has Jack ever talked about me before? It’s just, this seems so sudden.”

He scoffed, to which you raised your eyebrows at him.

“What?”

“Are you kidding? That kid never shuts up about you. At World Juniors this year, all he would talk about is what you were doing over here. I don’t think there was a day that went by that he didn’t talk about you. He’d give your whole life story to any guy on our team who would listen. Hold on, come with me, I want to show you something.”

He got off the ice, beckoning you to follow, and walking toward the U18 locker room.

“Calm down, Y/N, I can sense your nervousness from here. Even if Marissa saw us, she definitely wouldn’t care.”

He was right, she would probably let you guys stay here overnight if you asked nice enough. And that’s not to say the four of you, along with a couple of the other guys, haven’t already done that.

You two walked into the locker room, finding it empty. Except for a bag that you recognized as one of Jack’s, which he thought he had lost a few months ago. Quinn walked over to the bag while you sat in the stall that had previously been known as Jack’s. He dug through it, looking around until he had seemingly found the item he was searching for. To your surprise, he had pulled out a small journal.

“This is why Jack was freaking out when he couldn’t find his bag a couple of months ago. I guess he never figured that it was at the rink where we spend most of our time.”

He hands you the journal and gestures to look inside it. You open it as he sits next to you resting his head on your shoulder as you looked inside.

It was just tons of letters, each addressed to you, the first one dating back to the beginning of his freshman year. There was so many, the journal was almost entirely filled, and your heart began beating ten times fast reading through a few of the letters. You could tell Quinn was getting sleepy though, so you shook him a little and told him that you could drive him back to your house. He obliged, and the two of you cleaned up your stuff, took off your skates, and headed out to the car. You made sure to remember Jack’s bag, so he could stop worrying about where it disappeared to.

“Thanks for driving us back, Y/N/N. I’m sorry I’m so tired, training really took a lot out of me today, “ Quinn spoke with a tired smile on his face, glad that you were okay with driving the two of you back.

“It’s all good Quinny, thanks for trusting me with your car, I’m surprised you did.”

“I mean, me too. Did you read any of the letters?”

You nodded, focusing on the road ahead of you.

“Yeah, a few. He’s been writing those for four years?”

“Yep. And you know what that means right?”

You did. But you never considered the thought, and now that you had, you felt like your heart was going to burst.

“Y/N/N, he’s loved you since he first met you. You were never an afterthought to him. He just thought that you would never feel the same. I wanted to show you that so you don’t feel guilty about your feelings for him. Don’t feel like you and him can’t be together because of Chelsea, she’ll get over herself once she sees that you two are truly meant for each other.”

He had a small slur from exhaustion, and he had the smallest hint of a smile on his face while he spoke.

“Thank you Q, for everything.”

The two of you finally arrived at your house, excited to be able to sleep. He went straight to the guest bedroom, ready to go to bed. But he gave you a tight hug, wishing you good luck for when Jack would call you, because the two of you knew he would call.

Soon enough, you felt your phone buzz with a text message from Jack.

Back from dinner, wanna facetime?

You smiled, typing out your reply.

Of course, when don’t I?

Within seconds, he was facetiming you, and you answered with a smile on your face.

“Hey,” he spoke with a sleepy smile on his face, sitting in his hotel bed shirtless.

“Hey, how was dinner with the guys?”

“Good, you would’ve loved the restaurant we went to. It had really good pasta, you would’ve been in heaven.”

You smiled at him, “Oh, definitely.”

“How was skating? Learn anything new with Q?”

“Well, that Quinny and I could never be figure skaters,” you both laughed, “but yeah, we found your bag that you lost a couple months ago.”

His expression quickly turned into a worried one, “Did you uh… Did you look inside it?”

“Jack, I saw the journal.”

“Oh.”

“Why? Why did you write all of those letters, especially to me?”

He laughed before explaining, “Y/N, I’ve loved you for years. I haven’t just started loving you, I’ve always known you were the only girl I could love.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “But all your other girlfriends, why?”

“It sounds terrible, I know, but they were just distractions from you and how in love with you I was,” he looked at you hopefully, “But now I’m seeing how that might have been a mistake.”

“Jack, I’ve waited for you to come around for the past four years, and you’re telling me we could’ve been dating for four years?” He nodded his head hesitantly, “Jesus, I had to watch you and all of our friends fall in love and be happy together for four years. And you’re seriously telling me that we could’ve been together all this time?”

He nodded again, and you let out a large sigh.

“Jack, it’s times like these when I don’t even know why I love you.”

His eyes widened, shocked.

“Wait, you love me?”

“Yeah. I have for four years, maybe even longer. The only people who knew were Quinn and your mom,” you spoke softly, finally calming down.

“Y/N, I ended things with Chelsea earlier, and she agreed that things just weren’t working out. She also told me to tell you she says ‘hey’, and that you guys should go out for coffee sometime,” his smile suddenly turned into a serious stare, “I know I’m the dumbest person in the world, but would you want to be my girlfriend? .”

You smiled, knowing that Chelsea definitely knew why Jack was breaking up with her, and that she was okay with it. Above all, you didn’t want to ever hurt her feelings. You’re just not the type of girl who would usually be stealing another girl’s boyfriend.

“Well, I don’t know. Did your mascot fall through a window?”

You laughed at him, waiting to hear his answer.

“Hey! You can’t chirp the team to my face, that breaks girlfriend code,” he had the cutest pout on his lips, and you smiled at him.

“Oh yeah? And what are the other rules of girlfriend code?”

“You know, just the usual kiss or two wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Oh, and you definitely have to come visit me in Jersey sometime. That reminds me,” he went to pull something out of his bag, “I got this for you.”

He held up a Devils jersey with his number and last name on it. Your heart felt like it was going to burst.

“It’ll be a little big, but I know that that’s how you like your jerseys so I-”

You started tearing up, “Jack I love it, thank you so much.”

“Aw, babe don’t cry. I would’ve waited until I got home to give it to you if I knew you were gonna cry.”

Shaking your head you wiped your tears and responded, “No, they’re happy tears, I promise.”

The two of you stared at each other, almost falling asleep before Jack spoke.

“I should probably go to bed, more training tomorrow,” he gave you a sleepy smile, to which you returned with one that probably looked the same.

“Okay, I love you my wonderful boyfriend,” your words made him smile widely, it made your cheeks hurt just looking at him.

“And I love you, my beautiful girlfriend,” it was your turn to smile, blushing as well.

You ended your call and just lay on your back, sighing.

Oh, you could so get used to that.

there it is! i hope y’all enjoyed :))

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The Ray #1

In 1994, I had no idea who Christopher Priest and Howard Porter were so I have no idea why I purchased this comic book.

Although (continuing the thought from the caption which is just me saying, "Fuck the format! I can do what I want!") I was in my early 20s in 1994 so I was probably into that edgy fascination with freaks and body deformity. I hadn't seen Tod Browning's Freaks yet but I'm sure I would have jumped at the chance if I'd known about it. It's the only reason I can figure why I bought a comic book about a character I knew nothing about. Because it looks like he's a hero with a deformed baby leg. I probably picked it up off the shelf and yelled, "Fuckin' A, dude! Look at this ganky bastich!" It was 1994 so obviously I was emulating Lobo in my every day life. Some of you might be thinking, "Ugh! You're so gross and problematic!" But I'm just being honest! I was a young man, masking like crazy in order to hide my vulnerabilities so I wouldn't be crushed by social interactions and existential threats to my psyche. I had to act tough to survive the crazy streets of Santa Clara, California! Back then, Silicon Valley wasn't like it is now! In 1994, hulking techno-nerds were roaming the streets with razor sharp circuit boards looking to cut the genitals off of anybody who criticized the Neo-Geo CD home gaming console. If you looked at them funny, they'd challenge you to a game of Cyberball and you'd better hope you won because they were also obsessed with Mortal Combat and if you lost, the last thing you'd hear would be a bunch of techno-nerds screaming "Finish him!" before you found yourself upside down gagging on the filthy water of an unflushed public toilet. The early nineties were some rough years! Especially when you were into heavy metal! People think grunge and rap killed metal but think about what people thought was "rock and roll" during the early 90s: Warrant's "Cherry Pie" and Extreme's "More Than Words." I mean, Feetal's Gizz! Metal was dead long before grunge and rap came by to fill its grave. Anyway, you could totally be into freaks in the early 90s because the Internet didn't exist so your opinions weren't reaching anybody outside your small circle of friends. All the other people of the world who didn't know you at all didn't have a way to tell you you were a piece of shit because of one single thing that comprised the myriad facts of who you were. Fuck you, Internet! No, no! I'm sorry! Don't be mad at me, Internet! I can't live without you! Also, maybe I just bought this comic book because the cover was shiny and embossed and growing up in Santa Clara was so boring that it made this comic book looked exciting. The issue begins with The Ray battling Brimstone. Remember him from Legends?

Brimstone is as big as Godzilla and he's already killed hundreds of people, judging by the apartment buildings he's smashed.

I don't know who The Ray is or where he's from. What part of the United States of America uses slang like "gaffle," "put my serve on," "zoom this buster," "bone out," "feebs," and "rot." Is this just Christopher Priest trying to mimic youth speak? I would expect this kind of thing from an aging comic book writer like current Neal Adams but Priest was in his early thirties when he wrote this. Maybe The Ray is from another Earth and Priest's theory was that slang words would obviously differ between Earths. But not so much that you couldn't get the gist of what he's saying. Except for "gaffle." I don't know what the fuck he wants to do to Brimstone when he says he's going to gaffle him. I know what I would mean by it but that doesn't seem appropriate in this situation.

Oh wait. The Ray was just writing fan-fiction about himself.

So the Brimstone fight didn't really happen. Or it did happen but The Ray is using it as fodder to write comic books about himself. So he's like Clark Kent writing articles about Superman? At least writing comic book stories about your own adventures isn't unethical. Fucking Clark Kent. What kind of a journalist uses his soap box to simply promote himself? No wait. Journalists fucking suck. I despise journalists for the same reason I despise police officers. If you're just letting your profession go to shit because a bunch of people are abusing their positions of power and not actually doing the public service they're supposed to be doing, you're just as bad as the worst apple in the barrel. There's a reason that whole apple/barrel thing is still a saying even though nobody really associates apples with barrels anymore. Maybe The Ray isn't writing comic books although it seems like the super edgy postmodern take a writer in the 90s would think was fucking mind blowing. We got Kyle Rayner, comic book artist, as the new Green Lantern. Why shouldn't we also get a comic book writer in there as well? Or The Ray might just be writing stories for his college paper which would mean he's just as unethical and terrible as Clark Kent, I suppose. But in an amateurish way. The Ray (whose name is Ray Terrill so it was lucky he got light-based powers) stops trying to write and decides to tell the readers about the last few days. He's a young guy who works at a fast food chicken joint and has just leased his first apartment. It's a piece of shit with some garbage and/or artistic sculpture in the middle of the room but he doesn't have any credit or money so he's stuck with it. I bet there are corpses under the floor boards as well as other things too boring to mention (but which I'll mention anyway) like rats and cockroaches and dried semen stains.

This is Ray's narration of the place which I read after I wrote the previous paragraph. Was I writing comics and named Christopher Priest in 1994?

The Ray spends all day handing out flyers to Clucky Chicken while standing right outside Clucky Chicken. Is that what flyers are for? To remind people about the thing they can totally see right in front of them? I guess they could be coupons. While he's handing out flyers, his super cool cousin Hank stops by to gaffle some swang all up in through him.

This must be Earth-15 where they say things like "Yo trip dat frum, golderboots!" and "Swank on into my PQs, Flub Daddy!"

The Ray is disappointed that he's a man now because responsibility sucks. Kids can't stand curfews and rules but man is it sweet to be able to come and go as you please (within curfew, of course!) while doing whatever the fuck you want and not worrying about money for food or rent. The Ray can't even fuck his girlfriend because she saw him in the chicken suit and is all, "Oh, um, I just came by to say I can't come by! Bye!" The Ray can travel at the speed of light anywhere he wants while carrying other people. That makes sense because comic books. He takes his cousin Hank Fonzerelli to see a volcano shaped like a hand in Hawaii only to discover that it's another Brimstone. It's activated by a henchman of Darkseid while The Ray and Hank are checking out a surf competition or a luau. It's at this point when The Ray gets back to the beginning of the story where he was failing to stop Brimstone from destroying a city. As he picks the story back up, Superboy arrives to save the day. Not the boring Superboy who used to be Superman and learned a terrible secret about himself on his sixteenth birthday about an extra candle. The new Superboy who arrived on the scene after Superman died. He might also be boring but I wouldn't know having never read any comic books about him. The new Superboy is an arrogant dick and The Ray hates him. That's probably why The Ray winds up killing him. Or he thinks he killed him. Everybody reading the comic book probably thought The Ray killed him too (because we were all dumb-dumbs who actually believed DC Comics had killed Superman off for good. Why wouldn't they?! He was a big boring boy scout whose powers kept fluctuating because editors and writers thought the problem with writing Superman stories was that he was too powerful. But the real problem with writing Superman stories was that those same writers and editors were unimaginative assholes who didn't actually understand Superman. Why else would Superman have died from a fist fight?! Seriously, Dan Jurgens. What were you thinking?! Superman should never have been killed because he encountered something more powerful that could just beat the shit out of him. Superman should have been killed because of a philosophical or ethical dilemma where he realized the only way to save the world was to allow himself to die. He should have been Jesus but instead he was just Apollo Creed. Who I think was a metaphor for John the Baptist? The issue ends with the narrator letting the readers know that Superboy isn't actually dead and why would the idiots think he'd be killed in The Ray when he was currently starring in his own popular monthly comic book? Stupid dumb comic book readers! But the narrator also mentions that The Ray is out of power (I didn't know he had to recharge) and Brimstone is kind of mad. Then he's all, "If we were you," (I don't think a proper editor in 1994 would have allowed a writer to use the plural pronoun "we" as a non-specific gender singular pronoun so now I'm picturing the narrator as a small group of old people), "We'd be back here in 30 days!" And I guess 22 year old me agreed with them because I purchased Issue #2. The Ray #1 Rating: C. C is average, right? I didn't find anything I particularly loved about this issue but I also didn't find anything I absolutely hated. Except for Superboy but I think I was supposed to hate him so that's a positive critique. I probably purchased the next issue because I wanted to find out what happens to Hank Fonzerelli. What a cool dude! The letters pages don't have any letters but it does have a story by Brian Augustyn about how Christopher Priest changed his name from Jim Owsley. It also explains that Priest's idea for The Ray was to have a teenager suddenly have to deal with god-like powers while still being a teenager. I think before this that was called "Spider-man". Except for the god-like powers! Those were more spider-like powers.

#The Ray #Christopher Priest #Howard Porter #Robert Jones #DC Comics #DC

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tuff-and-fluff-archives · 5 years ago

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21 + Hopper!

HHHHH OMG YOU HAD TO ASK FOR HIM 💖💖 I think this is the first time I’ve posted a fic for someone other than Jamie! That’s a bit embarrassing… But either way, it was a bit hard to write for Hopper cuz of how new of an f/o he is, but I did my best! Also I wrote this at 4am so sorry if its total trash hjshjf ANYWAY, here we go!

21. “Hello”/“Welcome Home” kiss

Word Count: 1145

Ruby shut the door of her car and locked it with shaky hands as she bit her lip and stared blankly ahead, lost deep in thought. She was parked just outside the home of Jim Hopper with a VHS tape of Alien tucked under her arm, but the specifics of what she was doing there felt vague, hazy, and uncertain. Just two days ago she had gone on a first date with the chief, and although that night was an absolute dream come true for her, she didn’t allow herself to be pretentious enough to believe that this was a follow-up date. She approached the quaint cabin and stared at the ground as her mind raced with uneasy thoughts that made her palms sweat and legs feel heavy.

So what if both of them had said that they had a fun time that night? So what if Hopper had said to her that he would be wanting to see a lot more of her? Did it even matter that he had said goodbye to her that night with a kiss? And used tongue? For all she knew, that was just a friendly gesture, and now she was simply being called for a movie night between friends. It was a one-in-a-million chance that the man that she had adored from afar was truly willing to return her feelings, and she was most likely only walking up the porch steps so she could do nothing more than watch a movie with a new friend while sharing a comfortable three feet of space on the couch. As she walked to the front door and gave it a gentle knock, that’s exactly what she was preparing herself for; the heartbreak of accepting that she would be nothing more than a friend to Hopper, if even that, and there wouldn’t be any cuddling or cutesy pet names or hand-holding, and certainly not any kissing that night.

Ruby jolted up straight and focused herself as she heard the doorknob turn, and as the door slowly swung open, she felt her heart skip a beat as she caught sight of the stocky chief of police, and she couldn’t stop her lips from curling into a smile. He returned the gesture with a gentle grin of his own as he stepped into the doorway, making her heart race even more as she tilted her head back to look up at him. Don’t get carried away, Ruby, she thought to herself as she fervently tried to ignore how tall and handsome the man in front of her was. As far as you know, you’re nothing more than friends for now.

“Evening, Hop,” she said as she tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, Ruby,” Hopper returned the greeting as he reached forward to hold her hands, and before she could even react to that first show of affection, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers for just a few seconds, his mustache tickling her top lip as she tensed in surprise. He pulled away and lightly squeezed her hands, running his thumbs over her knuckles. “Good to see you again, sweetheart.”

Ruby stared up at him and ran her tongue between her lips for just a moment, her mind trying to catch up to what had just happened, and she swallowed to stop her heart from leaping out of her throat. She quickly recovered her senses and pulled on his hands while springing up on her toes to indicate that she wanted more, which Hopper gladly delivered as he met her halfway and let their lips softly collide once again. Ruby shyly opened her mouth by just a bit to take his bottom lip between hers, deepening the kiss with a content hum before she pulled away with a gentle chuckle. “It’s good to see you too, Jim.”

She noticed his soft grin grow even wider before he moved his gaze down to her arm; catching sight of the VHS box reminded him that they were supposed to be doing more than standing in the doorway that night, and he quickly ushered her inside before closing the door behind her. “So, what did you pick out for us tonight?” he asked as he placed a large hand on her back to guide her towards the couch.

She excitedly pulled the box out from under her arm to show off the film of choice to him, a spark going into her eyes at the chance to discuss one of her favorite films. “It’s this awesome movie called Alien, the whole thing is like a crazy mix of horror and sci-fi! I think you’re really gonna like it, they say that no film like this has ever been made before, and the effects are legit amazing.” As they reached the couch, Ruby sat down and passed the box to Hopper, who watched her with adoration as she continued to passionately ramble about the film.

“A horror movie, huh?” he grinned as he placed the tape into the VCR before joining her on the couch. “Don’t tell me you’re going to get all freaked out.”

“Of course I’m not! I’ve seen this before, I’ll be fine! Besides…” Ruby dared to scoot closer to Hopper so that their thighs brushed against each other, “I’ll have you to keep me safe if I do get scared, right?”

She felt a warm wave of joy and relief flow through her as he draped an arm over her shoulder and pulled her close by her waist. “Of course, Ruby,” he promised with confidence. “What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t protect you?”

Ruby’s heart was already fluttering enough, but that comment was the final push to bring a burning red hue to her cheeks as she pressed another ecstatic kiss to his cheek before nuzzling into his chest, earning her a gentle squeeze on the waist as he pushed her harder into his sturdy body. Even as the movie began, all she could think about was everything that had occurred just in the last five minutes: the way he let her cuddle up so close to him, how he had guided her into his home in such a gentlemanly fashion, but most of all, how he had greeted her at the door. Not only with a sweet pet name and gentle holding of her hands, but with a kiss on top of everything else. She allowed herself to get comfortable with the fact that his first instinct upon seeing her was to give her a kiss that was delivered so quickly and casually that it could have been the thousandth time as much as it was only the second time.

She supposed it was safe to decide that they had indeed become more than friends at that point.

#ruby's writing #kitten-ships #self shipping #💜: where have all the good men gone

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queenxxxsupreme · 5 years ago

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Solace-Jim Mason series

Chapter 6

A/N: I miss Jim Mason:(

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, brief mentions of drug use, mentions of overdose

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Sonny is a rebellious teen. Her dad is a major dick

The next day was Friday, meaning while Jim got to go surfing with my brothers, I got to go dress shopping with Lindsay and Steph. Luckily it didn't take too long and I found a dress I liked st the first shop we went too.

"Do you girls want anything to drink?" Steph asked as she stood up. We were currently laying around the pool in our backyard.

"No thank you, Steph." I shook my head. Lindsay watched her go into the house. The second the sliding glass door was closed, she propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me.

"So how does he kiss?"

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows together at her.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Jim? I-I haven't kissed him yet." I sat up, pulling the strap to my black bikini into place.

"What? He was at your house last night until three in the morning, Sonny, and you didn't kiss him?"

"We just talked, Linds." I stood up and moved to check my phone on the table. The boys were just over the hill at the beach but I didn't want to go check on them and look like a stalker.

"So are you dating?" She laid back on the lounge chair.

"No. He hasn't asked me." I frowned a little.

("I really like him, Sonny." Steph smiled at me. I couldn't help the pink that rose to my cheeks as I tried to hide behind the clothing rack separating us. "He's a sweet boy."

"How did Greg do?" Lindsay looked over to Steph for an answer. I locked my jaw, shuffling through a few of the dresses. I was determined to find an expensive dress, knowing dad would be the one to pay for it.

"Worse than I expected him to. But he won't act like that again, Sonny. I promise."

"I won't let him treat Jim like that, Steph." I brought my eyes up to meet hers. "No one deserves to be treated like that. Dad isn't any better than him.")

"You know, Reese never really asked me." Lindsay pointed out.

"Well, he's a dick. I honestly can't stand him."

"Whoa, Sonny." Reese exclaimed as he, Asher, and Jackson made their way up the path. Following behind them was Miles and Jim. "Careful what you say. Jim can hear you."

"I wasn't talk about Jim. I was talking about you."

"I'm a joy to be around." Reese rolled his eyes. I held my middle finger up to him.

The boys settled around the pool, putting their boards up on the privacy fence around the deck. Jim's eyes met mine and he gave me one of his signature little smiles.

"Hi, Sonny." His chestnut hair fell in messy waves across his forehead.

"Hi, Jim."

"Sonny?" Steph called from the door to the house. "There's someone at the front door. He says he's a friend of yours."

"Must have the wrong Sonny. This one doesn't have friends." Jackson said, making Reese snicker. As I passed Jackson to go into the house, I pushed him into the pool.

"Come inside with me, Jim." I called over my shoulder.

"Hey, Jim!" Steph greeted Jim as she stepped out of the house.

"Hi, Ms. Carlisle."

"Steph is just fine, sweetheart." She put her hand on his shoulder.

I pushed the sliding glass door shut behind Jim.

"Were the boys decent?"

"Yeah, they were a blast." He nodded his head, raking his fingers through his hair. "I can't remember the last time I hung out with people I actually liked."

"That's good to hear." I picked up a shirt that was on the back of the couch and tugged it on. Upon doing so, I realized it was one of Reese's college shirts with a fraternity logo on it. Jim leaned against the island in the kitchen while I went to answer the front door. As I opened the door open, I pulled my red hair out of the collar of the shirt.

My stomach immediately dropped at the sight of Will standing on the front step. A big, disgusting grin was plastered across his lips as he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my legs. Reese's shirt only fell down about mid-thigh, leaving my legs visible to his prying eyes.

"Hey, Sonny. I was just in the neighborhood and I wanted to know if you'd be up to come with me to a party tonight over at Tucker Landon's house."

My lips parted but I couldn't find my voice. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. My fingers were trembling by my sides. How did he know where I lived? Why was he here? Why did he think he had the right to ask me to a party?

"Sonny? You okay?" He furrowed his brows together, stepping towards me. This brought me out of my frozen state. I half-turned to the kitchen, knowing Jim was in there, and tried to close the door, but Will put his hand on the door to stop me. "Hey, I just want to talk-,"

"Is everything okay, Sonny?" Jim moved towards me. My eyes found his and I'm positive he saw the look of absolute panic on my face. His hand reached out for my arm but I let him take my hand instead. "Who is this?" Jim moved me so that I stood halfway behind him. He now served as a barrier between me and the monster that terrorized my dreams.

Will was a half a foot taller than him and easily outweighed him. Will was a jock, a douche-bag in every sense of the word. Jim was slimly built. His muscles were there but they weren't as sharply defined as Will's.

"Who the hell are you?" Will visibly puffed up, clearly not liking the idea of Jim putting himself between me and him.

"Jim." He answered firmly. One of his hands remained by his side, his fingers moving nervously as he watched the larger man. His other hand remained latched to mine. "Who are you?"

"Will Talbot." He held his hand out for Jim. I squeezed Jim's hand, silently begging him not to shake Will's disgusting hand.

"Jim." I rasped. He looked over his shoulder to me. I tugged his hand like a child, urging him to leave.

"I'm sorry, man. Sonny's not feeling up to hanging out right now." Jim shrugged his shoulders before closing the door. Once the door was closed, I was able to lock the deadbolt.

My feet began to take me up the stairs, my heart racing furiously as I shook my head. He knew where I lived.

"Sonny!" Jim called for me.

I only stopped once I was in the center of my room. My head fell back, my eyes slipping shut as a breath escaped my lips. My knees buckled and I would've collapsed to the floor had Jim not been there to catch me. His long arms wrapped around me, catching me just as I was about to hit the floor.

"Shit, Sonny." He cursed, carefully lowering us both to the floor. He rested on his knees and I rested on his lap. I curled my knees to my chin, resting cheek against his bare chest.

"He knows where-He knows where I live." I whispered. I didn't even realize hot tears were trailing down my cheeks until I felt them drip down on to my chest.

"You aren't breathing, angel." Jim murmured gently as he began to rock us both back and forth ever so slightly. "You gotta breathe."

I couldn't find the ability to catch my breath. I was suffocating, choking on an unseen force. Jim took my hand and placed it on his chest so I could feel his heart beating steadily below my palm.

"I'm right here, angel." He whispered into my ear, placing a kiss against my red hair. "I need you to breathe for me, okay?"

I nodded my head and shakily took a small breath. That was the first step. After that, I could begin to catch my breath.

I wasn't sure how long we sat like that but once I managed to breathe the right way, Jim moved to lean against the side of my bed. He still held me in his lap, his arms holding me against his chest. My head was tucked under his chin and my eyes were closed.

"That's him." I whispered, my voice hoarse. "The one I told you about two nights ago."

Jim stiffened up.

"The one who touched you?"

I grimaced at his words.

"Are you going to go to the police?"

"I was high as a freaking kite." I shook my head. "It was weeks ago. It wouldn't do me any good now. Besides, he didn't rape me. He just felt me up. Put his hand down my pants. That's it."

"He doesn't have the right to do that, Sonny. If you don't want him to do that, then he can't."

"He did." I pulled away from Jim and stood to my feet. I raked my fingers through my hair then shook my hands out. "He-He did. And there's nothing anyone can do to change it."

His eyes fell to his hands as I pulled my shirt up to wipe my face. I went over to my closet, feeling the need for a smoke, but at the last minute I decided against it. It was a nasty habit, one I picked up shortly after my sister passed away. I turned and put my back to the door, then slowly sunk down against it. My eyes found Jim, who was watching me with a tender gaze.

"You probably think I'm insane." I whispered softly. "I've got more problems than a crossword puzzle."

He chuckled a little. The smile that cracked across his lips warmed my insides.

"I guess that's what draws me to you." He admitted with a little shrug of his shoulders, raking his fingers through his hair. "You're kinda like me."

I nodded my head softly, looking down at my hands. I never thought of it that way.

A knock on the already opened door to my room caught my attention. It was Reese.

"You two good?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah." I answered him quietly. He nodded and looked to Jim.

"Hey, I don't know if Sonny's mentioned it to you, Jim, but tonight we're all going out to dinner for our parents' anniversary. You should tag along."

"I appreciate, Reese, but I'm gonna have to pass." Jim shook his head. "I've got something already."

"Alrighty. No big deal." Reese looked back to me and flashed me a little smile. "I like him, you know." He pointed to Jim.

"Me too." I bit my bottom lip.

"Good. Come on back downstairs when you're ready." He knew something had happened. I don't think he knew what but he knew something was up.

I watched him disappear from the doorway. Jim stood to his feet and crossed my bedroom, then held his hand out for me. I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He embraced me in a hug, his arms wrapping around me in a protective barrier.

"Are you ready to go back down there?"

"Yeah." I squeezed him tight before letting him go.

***

"You're not funny, Jackson." I pulled myself out of the pool, glaring at my brother through my now drenched red locks that fell into my face.

Just after Jim and I joined everyone out at the pool, Jackson picked me up over his shoulder and jumped into the pool.

"I fucking hate you."

"Language, Sonny." Steph chided from her lounge chair, turning the page in the designer magazine she was reading.

"I freaking hate you."

"Much better."

"Hey, mom?" Reese looked up from his phone. "Can I have some friends over later?"

Asher and Jackson both started to laugh at him.

"Wow, Reese. How old are you?" I pulled the now soaking wet t-shirt off of me and threw it at Reese. He easily dodged the shirt and it landed on the concrete next to him. I gathered my hair over one shoulder and moved to sit on the lounge chair beside Jim.

"You gonna ask mom if she can tuck you in later on too–Hey!" A high-pitched yelp escaped Jackson's lips as he ducked a swing from Reese.

"Of course you can, Reese." Steph answered him. "Are they joining us for dinner?"

"No, no." Reese shook his head. "They're gonna come over afterwards. I was thinking we could have a fire or something out back."

"What about you, Jim?" Steph turned her attention to him. "Are you joining us for dinner?"

"No, ma'am, Mrs. Carlisle." Jim shook his head, brushing down his brunet locks. "Me and my sister have this thing."

"Maybe next time."

***

"How was dinner?"

"About as good as it could've gone." I sighed gently as I walked into my room. I left the door open with plans of leaving shortly. "Dad didn't talk to me the whole night, but I'm not complaining."

"I'm sorry, Sonny."

"Don't apologize, Jim." I shook my head. "You did nothing wrong."

I shrugged out of my cardigan, leaving me in just a thin strapped silk black tank top and a pair of faded skinny jeans.

"Did you have fun with Medina?"

"Yeah. I think it did us good to hang out."

"That's good, Jim."

"Yeah. She said something funny that kinda got me thinking."

The sound of someone shouting from outside caught my attention. I went over to the balcony doors and pushed them open. Reese and a half dozen of his friends were gathered around a fire, laughing at something.

"What did she say?"

"She said that there's a light in my eyes that she hasn't seen in a long time. She said she thinks it's because of you."

I paused for a moment, my fingers slowly brushing through my hair.

"Aw, she said that?"

"Yeah." I could hear the smile on his voice.

"She's so sweet." I messed with the necklace that dangled between my breasts. My eyes flickered back down to Reese and his friends. The back porch light was on and this gave me the ability to see some of the guys. I only recognized Lindsay, Reese, and Will. "Will?”

"What?"

"Will." I whispered, quickly taking steps back into my room. I almost tripped over my sketch book in the floor. The balcony doors were slammed shut and I locked them. "He-He's here, Jim. Why the hell is he here?"

"Shit, Sonny. I'm on my way over."

"No. No. I-I'm-I'm not staying here. I'm not. I can't." I shook my head.

"I'll come get you."

"Please hurry." I rushed to pack a bag, stuffing different articles of clothing into my backpack. "Just please don’t-don't hang up, Jim."

"I'm not going anywhere, angel."

The new nickname he'd given me just earlier that day made my heart soar. I gripped my phone tighter as I threw my backpack over my shoulder and slammed the to my room door shut.

"Where is he?"

"Outside."

I made my way down the stairs. I wasn't going to stay in the house. I'd wait outside for Jim. I thought I was going to make it too. I could see the front door. It was right there. But a hand clasped around my arm and stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dad asked me.

"To-To a friend's house, dad." I looked over his shoulder to see Reese and Will coming in through the back door. "Please." I looked back to dad.

"Lindsay's here. She's the only friend you go to."

"Dad, let me-just let me go!" I tried to yell but it came out as a broken whisper. I tugged my arm until he released me. "Let me go, dad." I blinked the tears away, allowing them to trail down my cheeks as I shook my head. His hand released me, a look of pain crossing his face.

I couldn't look at him as I opened the front door and darted out into the night. I knew he was hurting right now, I know he missed who I used to be. But she was gone. She died four months ago with Summer.

“Sonny? Are you still there?” Jim’s voice in my ear pulled me back to reality.

“Yeah, Jim.” I murmured quietly, sniffling as I wiped my cheeks. “How long do you think you’ll be?”

“Less than ten minutes.”

***

Due to Mrs. Mason’s.... nature, Jim had to sneak me into his house.

He closed the door to his room and played music. It sounded like a mix of 80s and 90s rock hits. I smiled a little. He had good taste.

I put my backpack down by his closet and kicked my shoes off. I threw myself down on to Jim's bed, bringing my knees to my chest.

"I can't believe I told him that, Jim." I cried quietly. Jim climbed into the bed next to me and laid on his side facing me. He brushed my red hair back out of my eyes. His hand came to rest on my cheek.

"What are you talking about, Sonny?" He quietly asked.

"Dad." I put my hand on his hand that was on my cheek. There were no tears in my eyes because they were trailing down my face. "I told him.... Jim, I told him to let me go. That's the last thing my mother ever told him. I-I can still hear their argument."

I squeezed my eyes shut as tight as possible, their harsh words echoing in my head.

("You can't leave, Nicki! What the hell am I suppose to do without you?"

"I'm not leaving forever, Greg. I just-I need to get away. I want to be here for you and for Jackson and Emerson and Miles but I-I-I need a break, okay?"

"A break?" Dad couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Just let me go, Greg, damn it!" Mom was exasperated, exhausted, and out of breath from fighting dad. "Just let. Me. Go.")

"I didn't mean to say it, Jim." I shook my head, pushing myself into a sitting position. He sat up too and pulled me into his arms.

"It's okay, Sonny." He tucked my head underneath his chin.

"He's going to hate me."

"No, no, he won't, angel." He assured me, his hand rubbing my arm.

***

I stayed in his arms for what felt like hours, and he was okay with that. He held me, occasionally kissing the top of my head and brushing circles into my arm with his thumb.

I couldn't believe I'd only known this guy only four days. Four days and I felt like I'd known him my entire life. I was comfortable with him in a way that I never felt comfortable with anyone else before. Four days, and we'd almost kissed once. I had kissed his cheek a handful of times and he had kissed my cheek or my hand more than I could count. He knew automatically how to calm me down earlier today. He stopped my panic attack before it got too bad, before I could make myself pass out.

Jim lifted his head from where he rested upon mine and sat up a little straighter. I noticed this and pulled my head away from him.

"What?" I asked him. He looked down at me with a little smile on his lips.

"This was the song you were singing when I woke up."

I looked over to the stand his phone was on. Sweet Child O' Mine was playing. I didn't remember that I had been singing the song out loud or even that that was what I was listening to.

"You sounded beautiful." He leaned forward to rest his forehead against mine. His chestnut curls tickled my forehead. I giggled softly, reaching up to swipe them away.

"I was singing it?" I crinkled my eyebrows together, wincing internally. He nodded his head. "I'm sure that was a great sound to wake up to."

"You sounded great."

"You're just saying that."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely." He nodded his head, a grin cracking across his lips. He was teasing me.

His fingers began to tickle my sides. I fought to get away, climbing out of his lap and across the bed but he was quick. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back to him. Somehow, he managed to get me pinned beneath him. The hand that wasn't holding him up tickled my side. A loud laugh escaped my lips. His hand covered my mouth, his eyes darting over to the door. We both froze for a second, waiting for his mother to come barging in. When she didn't, he looked back to me.

"You have to be quiet, Sonny." He hushed me with a little laugh. I rolled my eyes at him and tugged his hand away from my mouth.

“Maybe if you weren’t trying to tickle me, we wouldn’t have to worry.” I gazed up at him, searching his blue eyes as I spoke. His smile somehow made all the problems I had disappear. It made me forget. I thought that that was just something they said in rom-coms.

I reached up to brush his brown hair back, but my efforts were useless. With how he was laying over top of me, his hair had no choice but to fall down. His beautiful blue eyes flickered down to my lips as he slowly lowered himself down to me. My heart began to race. His hand came up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin as his lips finally met mine.

His lips were soft and gentle, and he tasted like peppermint. My hand slipped around his waist and across his back. From there, I could pull him down on to me. I didn’t want to feel anything but him. One of his knees rested between my thighs and his hands held most of his upper body weight off of me but I didn’t mind the pressure. I didn’t mind him. I actually sort of liked it. I was engulfed in him, his scent, his taste, his touch.

My phone buzzed in the back pocket of my jeans. He must’ve felt it too because he pulled away, breaking our kiss.

“I’m not answering it.” I shook my head, resting my head back against the mattress as I looked up to him. He moved to lay alongside me. I took his hand and laced our fingers together. “It’s just my dad.”

He nodded his head a little. He kept his eyes on me as I brushed my thumb over his knuckles.

“You said earlier that what Medina said got you thinking.” I turned to face him, tucking one arm underneath my head. “Thinking about what?”

Jim was silent for a few moments. He rolled over on to his back to look at the ceiling.

“I.... I overdosed before.” He explained quietly. He brought his hand up to rub his face. “I went straight back to using the second I got out of the hospital. I used whatever I could get my hands on. This time was different though. I... I didn’t use right away. It wasn’t until the other day when we were suppose to go surfing that I took anything. Medina thinks it’s because of you.”

“Do you think it’s because of me?” I sat up, brushing my hair over one shoulder, and turned to face him with my legs criss-crossed. He propped himself up on one elbow and half-ass shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean.... I don’t know. I think you’re cute.”

My cheeks flushed. I looked down as I shyly smiled.

“That’s not what I asked.” I shook my head a little, looking up at him through my lashes. “Jim, I-I’m glad I can do that for you, that I can help you stop taking whatever shit you were taking before. But I’m not enough. Medina said you need professional help.”

“Therapist.” He muttered, sitting up and moving to lean against the wall. This put space between us.

“There’s nothing wrong with needing therapy, Jim.” I shook my head. “I had to go to therapy after my sister died.” Without even thinking, I rubbed the scar under my right collarbone.

“What happened to her?” He asked softly. I looked down, blinking a few times as I tried to think of the best way to describe that night.

“We-We were out at a party. She had just turned twenty. It was.... It was three in the morning. I don’t know what happened.” I shook my head. I had never read the police reports or asked dad about what he learned. “I was on my phone in the passenger seat. Summer.... Summer was driving. When I looked up, there was someone in the road. She swerved to miss them and tipped the car over.” My voice cracked like I was going to cry but there were no tears in my eyes. I rubbed my thigh, remembering where I had seen the metal rod sticking through her leg. “She bled out before anyone could save her.” My fingers trembled as I reached up to brush my hair back.

“That’s awful, Sonny. I’m so sorry.”

I gave him a forced smile and nodded my head.

“You’d think that after all I’ve been through, dad would take it easy on me. But he still gives me shit about every little thing I do.”

“At least your dad talks to you.” Jim muttered. “Mine won’t even answer the phone.”

I looked down at my hands. The ugly scar across my knuckles made my stomach churn.

“I know I’m not your dad and you’ve.... you’ve only known me a few days, but I’ll answer the phone when you call.” I met his gaze. The smile that crossed his lips made my heart race.

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do.” I nodded. “You’re cute too, by the way.”

His cheeks flushed and he rolled his eyes at me.

#jim mason #it's missing Jim Mason hours #tribes of palos verdes #cody fern #jim mason x reader #i miss jim mason #series #solace series #queenxxxsupreme

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roswelldetails · 6 years ago

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Episode 105: Don’t Speak - details

Episode Summary: I’ve decided I’m not going to bother putting the official episode description in here anymore. Those can be found online if you really want them. Instead I’ll just say - this is the one where Isobel blacks out and winds up in the desert, Liz almost gets killed by Wyatt, and Alex and Kyle talk about the good old days before Kyle became a jock/jerk - oh yeah, and apparently Rosa was Jim Valenti’s secret daughter. Remember that? Good.

Details - this is not an exhaustive list of every single detail, just just a few that might be important now or later.

Noah & Isobel

According to Noah, Isobel didn’t come home last night. (She was dropped off by Michael, but must’ve left sometime before Noah got home.)

She must’ve been getting ready for bed because she had her nightgown on when she left.

Noah’s grandfather had a drinking problem and used to store his booze in old bottles of laundry detergent - making him suspicious of the bottles of nail polish remover he found hidden all over the house. He thinks Isobel is either having an affair or has a drinking problem.

Isobel says that she doesn’t know how she feels about her husband because she doesn’t know how he feels about her because he doesn’t really know her since she doesn’t even really know herself so everything has always been an act.

In other words - if she isn’t sure who she is, how can Noah really know her and love her?

At the hospital with Kyle & Liz & Dr. Avila

The box of Jim Valenti’s stuff has (among other things) the recorder labeled from the night Rosa died - it’s the RPD tip line 8pm-12am shift. The box also has a paper with a flower that Rosa drew, some magazines, a canteen, a trophy, a big white letter R, and the key to the chest in Jim’s underground bunker bedroom that’s not creepy at all.

Kyle has learned that his dad had multiple affairs, a drinking problem off and on, and a “pervasive obsession with aliens.”

During her interview, Liz tells Dr. Avila that the work they are doing is “borderline science fiction.” But she’s excited about it because it just happens to be the field she’s always wanted to work in.

I have a theory about this detail.

The Turquoise Mines

What a hub of activity! Rosa & Friends were mysteriously floated out of the cave here, presumably by Michael whose hand was broken at the time.

This is also where Rosa had stashed her getaway backpack that contained her bus ticket.

Grant Green & Liz

At the diner, Grant tells Liz, “Nothing is an accident, got it? People who talk end up dead.”

Inside the alien-crap storage warehouse, Grant points a (confetti) gun at Liz and wants to know who sent her.

Before becoming an alien podcaster of fake news, Grant claims he was a “peyote documentarian.”

Peyote is a type of cactus that also happens to have hallucinogenic properties when ingested.

According to Wikipedia: “The effects last about 10 to 12 hours. Peyote is reported to trigger rich visual or auditory effects (see synesthesia).” Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peyote

This is why Liz’s next line is that he was tripping that night in the desert. Though whether he actually was is uncertain. But Liz assumes that his work with the hallucinogenic cactus is the reason why Grant was not considered to be a risk.

Grant claims that “a couple of guys showed up later that year” and basically told him he could cooperate with them or enjoy a “slow death.”

Jim Valenti had a slow death. Just sayin’

Grant says, “Every general and scientist who investigated the original crash - dead. Okay? Your sister, I bet she knew. Dead. Jim Valenti, he knew. Dead.”

Before he runs off to save himself, Grant says, “You broke in, I tried to stop you.” We have no idea what he may actually have told Wyatt before Wyatt shot him.

Max, Michael, and Isobel in the desert

Max thinks Isobel’s blackouts are caused by trauma. He tells Michael, “Last time she had an episode like this was near the end of high school when she was afraid I was gonna abandon her. Okay, now she thinks she's gonna lose you, she thinks she's lost me to Liz; she's freaking out, man. It's triggering her."

Michael thinks the blackouts might be due to the talk about Rosa.

Max is able to telepathically link himself with Isobel in order to find her. (Like she was able to do with him in the pilot.)

Apparently this isn’t something Michael can do.

Isobel is passed out somewhere else - not where we originally see her wake up. So she’s blacked out (or passed out) at least twice and moved around between.

Isobel says, “It’s happening again. Just like it was before.”

Isobel thinks the current round of blackouts may have been caused by her exhausting herself by trying to use her powers to get Liz out of town. But then she accidentally lets Max know that she’s done it before.

Max didn’t know she’d done it before.

Last episode, Isobel told Max that if she was successful in getting Liz to leave, she wouldn’t forget about him, only how she feels about him. So we can assume that’s what she did last time.

Which means Liz has spent the last ten years loving Max deep down, but unable to access those feelings and unable to understand why she was having such a hard time connecting with anyone else.

Max says, “After Rosa, after high school. She didn’t abandon me, you sent her away.” Which may mean that Liz actually had some kind of relationship with Max before she drove off into the sunset.

Which explains why Max was so upset that he didn’t even warrant a goodbye from her.

Michael says that Max was the one who gave them the rules to live by including, “Never be extraordinary.”

Which actually, probably saved their lives with all the creepy stuff happening in this down.

Isobel still has a connection with Liz after having been inside her head a couple days prior. So apparently a lingering connection is formed both when Max heals and when Isobel mind-warps.

Max & Liz & Wyatt at the warehouse of alien crap

Wyatt wants to know who Liz told as he’s trying to murder her to death.

Grant Green was killed off camera, execution style with a single bullet to the forehead.

Max is shot in the shoulder by Wyatt, and Max shoots Wyatt in the leg.

The cops and ambulance show up at the same time, but no indication of who called them.

The cops drag Wyatt away and the paramedics go straight for Max.

At Max’s house

Max apparently has the supplies ready to do self-surgery. This may not be the first time he’s had to doctor himself.

Liz showed up after hearing from he hospital that he’d left - apparently you can refuse treatment for bullet wounds in Roswell.

And Liz’s car was blown up so... she walked? Or took a taxi? Or borrowed a car?

Max doesn’t think Wyatt’s actions make sense - he apparently doesn’t know about whatever shady entity is paying people like Wyatt and Grant Green to do their bidding.

Max is surprised to see the mark on Rosa’s body and wonders how it’s possible. If Isobel is able to leave a mark like that, Max didn’t know about it.

Max admits that Isobel killed the girls.

At least that’s his belief. No real indication of whether or not it’s actually true.

At Michael’s trailer

Michael tells Isobel, “Maybe it’s time we all tell the truth to the people we love.” - JUST WHO WOULD THAT BE, MICHAEL?

Also, Michael tells Isobel that he didn’t kill the girls, and she knows who did it - she’s always known.

Isobel knows what he’s getting at because she’s shaking her head in denial. No indication whether or not she actually remembers doing it, though.

At the cabin in the woods with Kyle, Alex, and the bunker bedroom

Kyle and Alex grew up together when they were young, but the closeness ended when Kyle got older and became “a nightmare of a bully. Like some bro jock from an 80's movie.”

Alex assumes it’s because he didn’t want other kids to assume he was gay like Alex.

One night when they were kids, Sgt. Manes made Alex and Kyle set up a tent to teach them extreme weather survival. Jim Valenti had driven home for the night so according to Alex, "mine concocted a brand new form of kiddie torture." The boys found a way to sneak back inside, though.

Jim Valenti left the cabin to Alex without saying anything about it to Kyle.

The bunker bedroom at the cabin has a notebook on the desk, a bin with a pink hairbrush, a radio, headphones, and a letter R standing up.

Alex says, "I wasn't loved. My mom was gone. My dad was a homophobic, abusive dick. And your dad saw it. He left me these keys so that I would have a place to go. He wasn't the type of person who would take advantage of a desperate teenager. He would help them."

The cabinet in the bunker has detoxing supplies, leading the guys to assume that Jim brought Rosa down there to help her detox.

The locked chest in the bunker contains various baby items and a photo of Jim holding Rosa as a baby.

Kyle assumes that since Rosa was his daughter, “That’s why he was trying to help Rosa sober up. That’s why he was never the same after she died.”

OR maybe he was never the same after she died because he had to frame his own daughter for murder and make the entire town think she was a drug addict who crashed her car into a tree.

The summer they built a tree house, Manes found out Alex was gay and tried to beat it out of him. Alex hadn’t even realized he was gay yet. According to Alex, Jim Valenti tried to intervene, “But you can't make someone stop hating someone. And my dad hated me."

Once Kyle leaves, Alex goes back to check out the lamp in the bunker with the weird cut out. He turns on the light and sees a shape projected onto the wall. He then breaks open the wall at that spot and finds some kind of alien fragment that looks just like the one Michael has in his trailer.

#roswell new mexico #max evans #michael guerin #isobel evans #liz ortecho #alex manes #kyle valenti #episode 105 #details #roswell cw #roswell nm #roswell nm season 1

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ourmanifestoisfun · 6 years ago

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4x03 Episode Thoughts

All right! New episode review, kind of late, whoops!

As always, a ton of stuff happened, but first and foremost:

CALLED THAT THERE WOULD BE A WEDDING!

...did not expect it to be this soon, but that’s the show. Now onwards!

So it’s just gonna be the last line of the theme song that will change. Interesting!

I thought for sure they would change the Rebecca montage.

Tapeworms are serious business. Yech.

I had such a hard time watching the Whitefeather (sorry, MountainTop) scenes. augksflgjdkshfdjks

Darryl pls come back. That’s gonna help a lot

JIM! I’ve always loved him, and everything about his number is so freaking perfect, not just as a parody, but with the pink suit, the dancing and the beat. It’s so catchy. God, I loved all of that and I hope he keeps showing up. Also: he has a last name! Something Hector still doesn’t have.

Things Hector now has: health insurance and a marriage certificate.

Hector is married.

Let me emphasize this: “Pull Out Hector” is married!

And still no last name.

Honestly, him and Heather getting married at the courthouse on their lunch break. That is very them.

But I also love that Hector has been thinking about getting married for some time, and Heather deciding that they will have a true wedding is just super sweet and she looked so beautiful in her dress. That was just a lovely sequence, when the doors opened to reveal her standing there.

Him tearing up when Father Brah hands him the tux. Oh my heart.

Of course Valencia is determined to plan their wedding

“I just care about Hector and his happiness. Right, I can’t say that with a straight face.” Oh Valencia

Also that they needed a hot couple on their website.

“Some people should legally not be allowed to get married.” Oh Valencia

Bethhhhhh

Are they gonna be next? :D

Josh and Rebecca’s dynamic this whole episode actually made me very happy. Having Rebecca acknowledge everything she has ever done to him was wrong is super necessary.

Truthfully, one thing I’ve missed since season 1 is having Josh/Rebecca encouraging each other, and it’s so nice that it’s now in earnest, with everything out on the table.

“Ha. Once I loved you” oh Rebecca. I mean, it’s true, but still. You are a snob.

And Josh is doing so well! I’m so happy that therapy is already having benefits for him to be reflective and find out what he wants from life.

I still found it kind of endearing that he tried to learn about art history for his date.

I was so annoyed at that girl for calling him crazy for being in therapy

...Though the bit about Hector’s mom playing a larger role in his life is interesting. Glad Dr Akopian is doing good work.

...Is he wearing Hector’s old sweatshirt at the end there?

Speaking of, I like that Dr Akopian seems to be having better sessions with Rebecca, that aren’t hair-tearingly bad.

I’m torn in regards to Rebecca opening a pretzel shop. They have used pretzels as a motif throughout the series, and it almost seems the same as chasing Josh Chan cross-country.

...except, on the other hand, she does work there for a little bit, and tries out different flavors, and finds out she likes doing it. So there is more thought being put into this venture already.

And she is still volunteering at the women’s prison. I’d be more eh about this switch if she didn’t still have that. Because she is good at law and does get a sense of accomplishment from it.

That being said, the montage of her complaining about work is pretty extensive...

And they made it explicit that Rebecca isn’t destiny-oriented anymore, so this is a known and considered choice that she is making, for good or ill.

Basically, while I think this will probably be fulfilling for her, it feels a little more like a stepping stone than an endpoint for her, careerwise. So we shall see.

“Our Twisted Fate” was pretty damn weird. But I enjoyed it!

I would not have known that it was a Simon and Garfunkel parody if I hadn’t heard the “Sound of Silence” cover by Disturbed a couple of months ago and went looking for the original.

Weird is normal for this show, anyways

Loved the callback with the blue dress and blazer, and how the cut and materials have changed.

I can’t wait to see the costume writeups after the show has wrapped.

Dude, Nathaniel. You are not okay. At all.

They were not kidding when they said that he was going to be in a mental place like Season One Rebecca

Please crash and burn quickly so that you can be on your own path to happiness ASAP, because this hurts my heart.

One thing I really don’t want is for CEB!Nathaniel to last throughout all of season 4. I do want him to also understand what he’s looking for to be happy, and I do think the showrunners will have him in a better place overall by the end, I really do want to see more episodes of him getting therapy than just crashing and flailing.

I am at that stage with this show where I kind of want to smoosh everyone together and tell them to all be friends and just be happy.

#crazy ex girlfriend #ceg spoilers #crazy ex spoilers #season 4 #episode thoughts

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mundieoriley · 6 years ago

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Boldly Go | Bones x Oc

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I hope everything's going well for you guys! This is a Star Trek AOS one shot I wrote a couple years ago; It takes place during Star Trek 2009. I hope you all enjoy it!

Thanks for stopping by

Mundie

Bones is so going to kill me.

Emalee curses under her breath as she struggles into a half sitting position, her back leaned against a piece of pillar connecting to the other platforms behind her. She avoids looking over the side of the thin walkway she currently sits on, keeping a sharp eye out for any more Romulans that may be lurking on the other catwalks scattered around the large room. Whose idea was it to design a ship to have a bunch of walkways criss crossing each other all over the place, with no railings either? It's just a disaster waiting to happen and Emalee sure as hell doesn't want to fall over the side like one of Nero's crew members did, courtesy of your's truly.

She winces as the wound in her stomach protests painfully at her movements, reminding her to apply more pressure to the bleeding stab wound, blood leaking stubbornly between her crimson stained fingers. Unfortunately for her and Jim, the two Starfleet officers had been intercepted by Nero, the captain of the Narada and kidnapper of Captain Pike, and one of his cronies. A short and bitter fight had ensued, a fight in which Nero easily beat the living hell out of Jim while Emalee was occupied with the other Romulan. Emalee had managed to unbalance the large crony and shove him over the edge of the catwalk they had been fighting on, but not before he got a few good hits in. So, it's safe to say Emalee had not been at the tip top of her game when she had pulled Nero off Jim. She had succeeded in buying Jim a bit of time to recover, but not before the Romulan captain had slammed her against the wall she currently rests against and stabbed her in the stomach. It had been, hands down, the most painful thing she has ever experienced.

Fortunately, in that moment, a robotic voice had come over the ship's intercom, informing Nero that Spock had destroyed the large drill that had been digging into Earth's surface, causing Nero to yank the blade out and let Emalee go and leap over to another catwalk and disappear. Emalee had slid down to the ground, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out in pain again. Jim had pulled himself from the floor and stumbled over to Emalee, dropping to his knees beside her.

"Well, that's just typical," she had said as Jim had placed his hands over hers on the wound, applying pressure.

She had sucked in her breath sharply as a bolt of pain had radiated out from the wound in protest to the added pressure.

Jim had shaken his head at her, his jaw noticeably tight. "Your luck is worse than mine, you know that?"

Emalee had let out a weak laugh at that. "Yeah, well, I didn't really think that one out. You owe me big time."

By way of response, Jim had wrapped one of her arms around his neck and tried to get her to her feet. "Come on, let's get out of here."

She had hissed between her teeth at the unexpected movement, frustrated that she had gotten herself hurt and turned into a burden.

"Jim, I'm only going to slow you down," she had said as she leaned heavily on her best friend. "You're going to have to leave me here."

"No way," he had said with a shake of his head as he had tried to gently guide his friend forward, but she had stubbornly dug in her heels, forcing him to stop. "There's no way in hell I can just leave you here."

"You'll never make it to Captain Pike in time if you don't," Emalee had said as she, doing her best to ignore the throbbing wound, pulled herself away from Jim and leaned heavily against a nearby wall.

"Emalee-,"

"Go," she had interrupted. "I'll be fine."

He had stood there, clearly conflicted and they had stared each other down for a few moments, both stubborn and unwavering.

Finally, Jim had let out a long and defeated sigh. "I swear, when we get back, I'm going to kill you."

Emalee had smiled weakly. "Not if Bones gets to me first.... Now go."

With one last look, Jim had turned and hurried away, leaving Emalee alone.

Now, frustrated and hurting all over, Emalee has been reduced to mumbling curses under her breath.

"Stupid, freaking, Romulan," she grumbles.

Note to self: Kick Nero's sorry Romulan ass.

You're just angry because you might not make it back to Bones.

Emalee squeezes her eyes shut, shutting down that train of thought and blocking the emotions that come along with it.

"Channel your inner Spock," she mumbles to herself as she opens her eyes again, taking as deep and calming breaths as her wound will allow her.

She prays Jim gets to Pike on time, prays that Spock is still in one piece, prays that everything will work out, that, if she has to, she'll be the only one that has to die.

The bleeding doesn't appear to be slowing down, seeing how warm blood still leaks freely between her fingers, staining everything it comes in contact with. And if the shakiness in her hands and the heaviness in her body is any indication, Emalee is losing too much blood too quickly. It looks like no amount of pressure she applies to the wound with her hands will do much good, but there's no way she's going to go down without a fight. She promised Bones she would make it back to the Enterprise alive and she'll be damned if she doesn't uphold that promise. She has to tell him how she feels about him before she can die anyway; Emalee already regrets putting it off for so long as it is and there's no way she's going to die with regrets.

She has to tell him she loves him before it's too late.

When it feels like years have gone by, but in reality only ten minutes have, golden light suddenly appears, swirling around her, encompassing her entire battered body. A huge grin flits across Emalee's pale face as the familiar feeling of beaming washes over her, along with relief. If she's being beamed, that means the mission was successful.

A moment later, Emalee finds herself sitting on the transporter pad, biting back a cry of pain as the beaming jars her sharply. She blinks several times to clear away the dizziness that always accompanies beaming and immediately begins to struggle to her feet, as she quickly does a sweep of the room. Emalee uses the wall for support (unknowingly smearing blood across its once pristine white surface) and ignoring the shakiness of her knees and the pain she feels throughout her entire body as she takes in the sight of Jim and Spock propping a half conscious, but alive, Captain Pike between the two of them. Scotty and a few other personnel are on their feet, rushing to help Spock and Jim with Captain Pike. Finally, she spots Bones, hovering around Jim and Spock, brandishing his infamous tricorder. The familiar sight of Doctor McCoy buzzing busily around a patient, despite the situation, causes Emalee to smile. But something isn't right with the doctor. He seems incredibly distracted and, from what little she can see of him around all the people in the room, he appears to be looking for something that the Enterprise personal keep obstructing his view of.

Emalee expects the group of people swarming around the injured captain to bustle out of the room and, not that she minds at all (in fact, she encourages it), leave Emalee behind to make her own way to Medbay, but Jim and Spock draw the Captain away and all the worried crew members out of the room with them. Doctor McCoy lets everyone else through first, his dark eyes searching the small crowd, again, looking for something.

Suddenly, Emalee's vision becomes unfocused as relief washes over her when she realizes everyone is safe and alive. The room becomes nothing more than unrecognizable blobs of color, her hearing hollowing out and becoming indistinct. She becomes hyper aware of the warmth of her blood staining her hand that remains pressed over the wound, the feeling of the cold wall slick with blood beneath the hand she has leaned against it for support, the feeling of her knees practically knocking together from the strain of keeping her upright, and the overwhelming urge to lay down, close her eyes, and go to sleep. Just as that thought crosses her blurry mind, her legs finally give out as her sense of balance goes sideways, making Emalee sink slowly to her knees and droop forward, like a wilting flower.

She blinks several times in an attempt to clear her blurry mind and vision, wobbling dangerously as she suddenly finds herself desperately wanting, needing, to call out to Bones, to get his attention.

Emalee! Snap out of it! Her internal voice screams at her.

She blearily lifts her incredibly heavy head, desperately looking for the only reason she's been able to hold on this long. Her eyes, which are going from focused to unfocused without her consent, latch onto Bones, who is still looking out the doorway, back to her, nothing more than a blob of blue and black.

He's looking for you, murmurs her subconscious.

As her precarious grip on reality slips between her fingers, Emalee tries to call out to him, to stand back to her feet, but, due to her discombobulated state, she only causes herself to lose her balance entirely and fall onto her injured side with a thud. The pain barely registers as everything takes on a surreal air. She watches her blood leak from the wound and form an ever growing crimson pool with morbid fascination.

Emalee wonders if this is what dying feels like, as a voice, garbled and muffled, calls for her attention.

If it is, then death's not so bad, she tells herself as the voice becomes more urgent. She barely notices something buzzing and beeping in her ears, her blurry eyes still latched onto the pool of blood forming next to her.

It'd be so easy to just close your eyes and slip away, the voice whispers to her as someone gently turns her onto her back. However, that barely sticks in her mind as her eyelids droop, thinking maybe the voice is right.

Sleep sounds nice.

Go on, close your eyes, says the voice, soothing and reassuring.

Yeah, I think I will, Emalee thinks sleepily as she lets her eyes slip shut.

Don't you dare close your eyes, another voice suddenly says, familiar and urgent. Stay with me, Emalee!

Hmm? But why? I'm so tired, she says to the demanding voice.

Ignoring the voice telling her to close her eyes, she slowly forces her eyelids apart, her vision as blurry and fuzzy as her mind. Things slowly start to bleed into focus and she becomes aware of the fact her body is quivering, even though she doesn't feel cold, the feeling of warm arms cradling her gently against a blue clad chest. She realizes someone is carrying her, the swaying motion only making her dizzier than she already is.

"Emalee, can you hear me?" The voice is urgent, worried, and achingly familiar.

Slowly, she pulls her gaze up to the owner of the voice, the sight of this familiar man with the hazel eyes, dark hair, and southern lilt to his words chasing away the blackness gathering in the corners of her vision.

"Sure can, sunshine," Emalee mumbles with a cheeky smile in response to the doctor's question, glad she can string together a sentence even though her breathing isn't exactly even.

"Of course you're joking at a time like this," he says, his voice tight and bitter. Bones picks up the pace, urgency and fear rising up in him full force. Emalee is exhibiting textbook symptoms of shock and, obviously, blood loss.

"Can you tell me how long you've been bleeding?" he asks her as the door to Medbay comes into sight at the end of the hall, forcing his voice to come out even. The last thing McCoy wants is to let his almost overwhelming anxiety and fear get the best of him and rub off on Emalee.

"Hmm... I dunno," Emalee responds, her words slurring together.

Just then, Bones bursts into the Medbay, immediately noting most of his staff are hard at work on Captain Pike in his few minute's absence. He notices a nurse buzzing anxiously around the room, clearly not sure what to do with herself. Bones calls out to her as he places Emalee on a nearby bed, slipping into Doctor Mode. The nurse turns and immediately rushes to his side.

"Yes, Doctor?"

Bones barely takes his eyes off Emalee as he scans her with his tricorder for the second time, noting the paleness of her skin and the bruises scattered like ugly purple, blue, and black flowers across her cheekbones and jaw. He pushes away the anger at the Romulans who did this to her and instead quickly puts together a mental list of things he's going to need. He rapidly orders the nurse to gather the needed supplies, the women immediately following his orders. Suddenly, a cool and clammy hand grasps his that had been leaned on the bed beside Emalee, immediately getting his attention.

"It's that bad, huh?" Her voice is tired and weak, eyes half lidded as she looks up at him, not missing the way his jaw is clenched.

The nurse suddenly appears with her arms full of medical supplies, giving Bones an excuse not to reply. The two quickly go to work on Emalee, who can barely keep her eyes open at this point, everything becoming distant and echoey. Only disconnected words and phrases like 'surgery', 'lost a lot of blood', and 'transfusion' register to Emalee's tired brain as she feels the prick of a needle. Her eyes slip closed and darkness overtakes her.

***

The first thing Emalee becomes aware of as she slowly reaches consciousness is the sound of hushed voices, the quiet pit pat of light feet across tile, and a soft and rhythmic beeping noise. Emelee listens to the quiet noise of activity around her, letting her drowsiness stick around for a little while longer, not wanting to rush into full wakefulness. But, she becomes more alert and with that alertness comes the pain. She feels like one giant, sore and throbbing bruise.

Two pairs of feet approach her and stop near her bedside, interrupting her thoughts.

"How's she doing?"

Emalee recognizes Jim's voice, which is lowered and a lot more solemn than it usually is.

"Stable," a second voice Emalee instantly knows belongs to Bones says, also lowered to just above a whisper. "Should be coming around soon."

There's a moment of silence that is only filled with the rhythmic beeping Emalee assumes is her heart monitor and the two men's almost inaudible breathing.

"How'd she get stabbed?"Although his voice is relatively even, Emalee knows the doctor well enough to detect the tightness present in his words.

Jim lets out a sigh and Emalee can imagine him looking at the floor and shaking his head.

After a moment, Kirk tells Bones about the fight between the two Starfleet officers and Nero and his crony.

"I tried to take her with me, but she wouldn't let me," Jim says. "She said she'd only slow me down and keep me from getting to Pike on time.... I didn't want to leave her there, Bones. I really didn't. But if I hadn't, Pike would be dead and Earth would have been destroyed and...."

There's a long, pregnant silence.

"I know you did the right thing, Jim," the doctor says. "But-."

Bones closes his mouth with an audible click and falls into silence.

"Well, I'd better get back to the Bridge," Jim says. "Comm me if Emalee wakes up."

And with that, Jim's footsteps fade away, clearly understanding Bones wants to be left alone for the time being. The doctor lets out a slow exhale as the sound of a chair softly being pulled up to Emalee's bedside and the doctor sitting down reaches her ears.

"We both know you're not asleep," Bones says.

Emalee resists the urge to wince and opens her eyes.

"Was it that obvious?" Emalee attempts to get into a sitting position, stubbornly ignoring her wound's protest.

"Damn it, Emalee!" Bones immediately stands to his feet and gently pushes her back into the mattress, his accent becoming more prominent. "Don't move 'round so much. You'll pop your stitches."

Emalee knows Bones' accent gets thicker when he's worried or worked up. The last thing she wants to do is make him worry more than he already does, so she grudgingly lays down again. The doctor flops back in his chair and runs a hand over his face with a sigh.

"You've got to be the craziest, most stubborn, and reckless woman I've ever met," he says, his hand still over his face.

"Look, I know I put you through hell," she tells him, ignoring the hoarseness in her voice. "But-,"

"Yeah, tell me somethin' I don't know," Bones interrupts as he straightens in his seat and bends an intense look on Emalee, mouth set in a firm line. "Emalee, you died and I had to bring you back two times. Two. Times. Do you have any idea-?"

Bones looks away from her and lets out a long sigh, running a lean hand over his face and keeping it there. She stares at him, wracking her mind for something, anything, to say, but, as the silence lengthens, nothing substantial comes to mind. Unable to think of anything else, Emalee slowly reaches out a hand and gently takes his, tugging it away from his face. It's slightly uncomfortable, leaning over like she is, but she can't bring herself to care as Bones slowly looks up at her, an expression on his face she can't quite read.

"Leo," she says, her nickname for him slipping out before she can stop it. "I-."

McCoy pulls his hand out of hers and stands to his feet, avoiding her eye. "Let one of the nurses know if you need anything."

And with that, he turns and walks away, out of Emalee's line of sight.

She crushes the hurt she feels as she looks after Bones, cursing herself for being so stupid. Of course he wouldn't want her to be so, well, affectionate, with him. Now she's gone and made him uncomfortable

So much for telling him your feelings.

"Shut up," she tells the voice under her breath as she forces her muscles to relax, leans back against the pillows and closes her eyes.

Quiet activity continues around the Medbay, giving Emalee something to distract herself with as she listens to the nurses talking amongst themselves and to other patients. She opens her eyes and perks up a little when she catches the tail end of a conversation about Captain Pike, who is on his way to recovery. Emalee smothers the feeling of guilt that rises in her chest when it occurs to her Bones must have been too busy saving her life to help save Pike's, whose life, in her opinion, is so much more important than hers. She's just some expendable communications officer while Pike is a captain (of the Enterprise no less!), one of the most important people on a star ship. It would not have been a blow to the starship if she had not made it off the Narada, but if Pike had died in Emalee's stead, it would have most definitely been a blow to the ship, the shockwaves of it even reaching back to Starfleet itself. Sure, there are First Officers to take over if a Captain can no longer serve, but a great Captain like Pike would have been a huge loss to the Federation.

Emalee is nothing in comparison.

As that thought crosses her mind, Jim's voice comes over the ship's intercom, informing the crew that they'll be reaching Earth shortly.

Emalee lets out a slow breath as she realizes she's going to be confined to bed in a hospital until doctors deem her well enough to move around. If there's one thing Emalee hates the most, it's being subjected to mandatory bed rest. She gets restless easily, a trait she shares with Jim, and having to stay still and do nothing for extended periods of time drives her up the wall.

The situation with Bones won't be helping either.

Tired of laying down, Emalee braces her arms on the bed and attempts to get herself into a sitting position, ignoring her stiff muscles' protests and the uncomfortable feeling of the movement pulling on her stitches. Just as she leans back against the pillows giving her back support in an upright position, a nurse bustles over, having noticed Emalee is awake.

"How are you feeling?" The nurse gives Emalee a skeptical look, like she thinks her patient shouldn't be sitting up.

"I'm feeling fine," she says, stubbornly refusing to admit her stomach actually hurts around the stitches and her whole body aches and throbs.

The nurse produces a tricorder and does a quick scan, seeming satisfied with the results.

"Your vitals are normal and it looks like the blood transfusion was a success," she says as she crosses her arms sternly, something she must have picked up from Bones considering he does the same thing. "But don't let me catch you out of that bed."

Emalee salutes the nurse, deciding not to ask about her alleged blood transfusion. "Yes ma'am."

With one last warning look, the nurse turns and moves over to another bed across the way from Emalee, who is kicking herself for landing herself in Medbay so much the nurses know she has the tendency to get out of bed when she probably shouldn't. Emalee reaches up and idly runs her fingers through her dirty blonde hair in an attempt to entertain herself as she curiously looks after the nurse, wondering who she's talking to. Guilt immediately rises in her chest again when she realizes Captain Pike is the one in the bed across from her, her gaze dropping reflexively to her hands folded tightly in her lap.

It's your fault the Captain didn't have all the help he needed.

Emalee internally tells the thought to shut up, even though a part of her still feels it's right. If she hadn't gotten herself hurt, heck, if she hadn't drawn Bones' attention to herself on the beaming pad, Pike would have had the best doctor on the Enterprise helping him.

But Emalee just had to be too weak, didn't she?

"I know bed rest is the worst, but why the long face?"

Emalee looks up from her hands, realizing the one talking to her is none other than Captain Pike. His kind face is tight around the eyes and pale, reflecting the pain and exhaustion from his ordeal he must be feeling.

Emalee forces down the rising guilt she feels the longer she looks at the captain and manages a small smile.

"It is, isn't it?"

Pike obviously notices she avoided the question, but, thankfully, he lets it go.

"I heard how you got yourself in here," the captain says.

Emalee doesn't respond.

"I also heard you made Kirk leave you behind."

Boy, this man is relentless.

Emalee shakes her head with a small chuckle and looks down at her hands again, still keeping her silence.

"That was a damn selfless thing to do," Pike continues.

"What else was I supposed to do," Emalee finally says with a nonchalant shrug, looking up at the Captain. "I couldn't prioritize myself over the lives of others."

Pike looks her over for several long moments, making her shift under his wise and knowing gaze.

"That selflessness and courage are valuable traits," the Captain says. "Traits all great Starfleet officers have possessed."

The corner of Emalee's mouth quirks up. "Are you implying I'm a great Starfleet officer, Captain?"

"No, but I think you have the potential to become one." Captain Pike's steady gaze does not waver. "Someone once told me there are no win scenarios and I can see you believe that too."

Emalee pushes a few stray curls away from her face and simply nods her head. Pike is right, she, like James T. Kirk, doesn't believe in no win scenarios.

There is always a way.

Just then, Jim's voice comes over the intercom, informing his crew that they have docked in San Francisco. As soon as Jim signs off, medical personnel seem to burst out of the very walls, hustling and bustling and getting the injured into wheelchairs and off the Enterprise, including Emalee and Pike. Emalee looks around for Bones in the sea of red and blue shirts swarming in and around the star ship, but she never manages to spot him. The nurse from earlier is the one that wheeled her all the way to Emalee's hospital room on the Academy's campus and, as she firmly but gently gets Emalee into the hospital bed and clothes, tells her a nurse will be by to check on her later. Then she bustles out of the room, leaving Emalee alone.

As she sits in the bed and stares at the bland white walls, her short conversation with Bones replays in her mind like a broken record, making her want to tear out her hair and scream in frustration. Her stitches itch and her whole body aches and she can't decide if she wants to shake McCoy until his teeth rattle or kiss him until her head spins.

She wonders, rather morbidly, what would happen if she gave in to the incessant impulse to scratch and not-so-accidentally tear her stitches. If, by some miracle, Bones ended up coming to fix her, what then? He'd only scold her and not let her get a word in edgewise. When McCoy's in one of his moods, you might as well be talking to a brick wall for all the progress you would make.

Emalee knows from experience.

The door to her room slides open with a swish, startling Emalee from out of her thoughts. She looks up from her hands and spots a blonde nurse dressed in the standard white hospital uniform enter her room and approach her bed, a cafeteria tray in her hands. The nurse hands Emalee the tray, checks her over, and hurries away without a word.

"Well, someone was in a hurry," Emalee says to the empty room.

And that's how it was for the next two weeks.

The same nurse would come in at meal times and bring Emalee food, check her stitches and vitals, occasionally ask a question pertaining to her patient's health, and hurry out of the room like Emalee has the Plague. Only seeing one person for a few minutes a day, the bland hospital room, and lack of anything at all to do except twiddle her thumbs is really starting to take its toll and Emalee misses her friends dearly. She misses Jim's jokes and laughter, the way he manages to find humor in almost every situation. She misses Nyota's scathing comebacks to Jim's teasing and having lunch together and testing each other's knowledge of xenolinguistics.

And most of all, she misses Leonard McCoy.

She misses his sarcasm, dry humor, and intelligence. She misses hearing him call Jim a corn-fed idiot and Spock a green blooded hobgoblin. She misses the easy conversations they would share over a meal and how he makes her feel like, in all his cynicism, she can tell him absolutely anything without judgement from him. She even misses her damn medical exams because they give her an excuse to see the grumpy doctor.

What she would give to see any one of them.

Unable to sit still for another second, Emalee throws off the thin blanket and slides out of bed, the tile cold against her bear feet. Ignoring her stiff body's protest, she begins to pace from the small window on one wall to the door opposite it and back again, just to be doing something other than thinking herself to death like she has been for the past two weeks. The soft pit pat rhythm her feet make as she paces back and forth numbs her whirling thoughts. She counts her steps as she paces, mumbling the numbers to herself under her breath as she goes.

She reaches the door and turns to make another pass of the room. "One..Two..Three..-"

"What are you doing?"

Emalee stops in her tracks, disbelief coursing through her, her eyes glued to the floor.

The door closes with a swish and she, still as a statue, hears the owner of the familiar voice march around her. A pair of pristine white shoes appear at the top of her vision and she slowly looks up, not sure what to expect.

There Leonard McCoy stands, his arms folded disapprovingly across his chest and the corners of his mouth turned down in a frown. Emalee can't help but notice the white uniform he wears brings out the green in his hazel eyes.

Dark eyebrows arch as he stares down at her, waiting for an answer.

Emalee clears her throat. "Pacing."

"Yeah, I can see that." Uncrossing his arms, he gestures at the bed behind her. "Sit down, would you?"

"I've been stuck in that God forsaken bed for two weeks," Emalee says, her pent up irritation and suppressed hurt and anger suddenly rising to the surface. "And not once during that time did anyone except a nurse think I might like to see them."

Bones opens his mouth to speak, but the dam has broken and everything Emalee has suppressed is rushing out in a torrent.

"I've been losing my Goddamn mind cooped up in here, wondering where the hell anyone is, wondering if you actually care about me."

"Emalee-"

She cuts him off again, too angry to notice that her voice is rising, that her fists are clenched tight at her sides, and that hot angry tears are running down her cheeks in bitter rivulets. "And obviously you don't because if you did, you wouldn't have disappeared when I needed you most!"

Her voice cracks pitifully at the end of the last shouted syllable and she bows her head, a sob rising in her chest and lodging in her throat. Her breaths leave her in great shuddering gasps and the tears cloud her vision, making it seem as if she is staring through a distorted filter. What little she can see of McCoy at the top of her vision blurs and shimmers as more tears spill down her cheeks and drip onto the floor. Her shoulders shake as she swallows thickly, only to have her throat close on another sob quickly replacing the first. Finally, she plucks up the courage to look Bones in the eye, letting him see her face and the tears falling freely and without restraint. She lets him see the pain and loneliness she's been feeling.

She lets him see how she really feels about him.

Bones sucks in a slow breath and releases it on a low exclamation. "God help me."

The doctor reaches out for Emalee, his right hand sliding into her dirty blonde curls at the back of her neck, tipping her head back a little. His other gently grips her waist, tugging her closer to him. Before she can even comprehend it, Leonard leans forward and kisses her, his lips warm and soft against hers. Emalee stands there frozen for a second before her brain catches up with her and she realizes exactly what is happening. Her eyes flutter shut as she returns the kiss, tasting the salt of her tears but unable to bring herself to care. She raises her arms and, wrapping them around the doctor's neck, presses herself closer to him until their bodies are flush together. Emalee hardly realizes what she's doing, so caught up in the feeling of being in the doctor's arms and kissing him like this. The kiss lasts for a moment longer before Bones pulls away a step and, cupping her face between his hands, looks Emalee straight in the eye.

"Don't you ever think for a second I don't care about you, Emalee," he says, causing emotion to rise in her chest and a few unshed tears slip down her already wet cheeks. Bones brushes away the tears with the pads of his thumbs in a gentle caress.

"B-but on the Enterprise- and the past two weeks...." Emalee knows she must look and sound pathetic, but the way Bones is looking at her, the way she never imagined he would, drives those thoughts away.

"I just- I haven't done this in years and the last time I did, well...." Leonard's eyes close, like he's suppressing bad memories, and he lets out a breath that warms Emalee's face for a moment and smells of peppermint. From what little Bones has told her about his divorce, there's nothing but painful memories there. His eyes open again and meet hers "I don't want to screw this up."

Emalee gives a small smile and runs her fingers gently through the hair at the back of Leonard's head. "You could never do anything that I wouldn't forgive because-." Emalee pauses, swallowing hard. It's now or never. "-because I love you, Leo. I've loved you for so long, I just never knew how to tell you."

Bones stares at her for a moment with something akin to disbelief in his eyes before a smile brightens his face. "God, I'm an idiot." He leans down and kisses her again for a moment before pulling away enough to see her. "I was afraid you'd never want to see my face again. I pushed you away and I'm sorry, Emalee. And, damn it, I love you too. I was just too much of a coward to tell you."

"You're the bravest man I've ever know," Emalee says as she leans up and hugs Leonard tightly. "Remember I said there's nothing you could do that I wouldn't forgive? That's never going to change, Leo."

Emalee's heart soars as Leonard holds her tighter. She loves him and he loves her and they can only boldly go forward from there.

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