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heartsywritesthethings · 4 years ago

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The Tickler (Pt. 1)

Author: GA!babe

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

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*Insert MLB Intro here*

The College Francoise Dupont, the french secondary school that is plain in overall looks and grades. However, the students of this secondary school are anything but ordinary.

Unbeknownst to the staff and faculty, France’s most prized superheroes regularly walk the halls, stress about homework, and rest in the library. Ladybug and Chat Noir, mere classmates when akumas aren’t around and superheroes when people need saving.

It’s actually kind of sad that no one had ever noticed how both Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are never around when Chat Noir and Ladybug appear to save the day.

Sure, there have been close calls regarding their secret identities, but they both remain comfortably under the radar (somehow) of regular Parisian citizens and the owner of the Ladyblog, Alya.

“Girl, you are absolutely ridiculous. Why are you so worried about this party? Adrien even said he wouldn’t be able to attend.” Alya said, patting her best friend on the back comfortingly. Marinette yelped, the wrapped present in her hands almost falling onto the ground. She juggled with it for a moment before it settled back into her grasp.

“Phew…” Marinette sighed while Alya giggled at her. She looked at the present and then up to the school. “Well, since he isn’t going to be there, I have to give this to Chloe now while we’re in school. There’s no point in going to the party with everyone anyways. I don’t want to get into an argument with her in front of everyone.”

“I still don’t understand why that happened. Maybe she got akumatized and accidentally sent out everyone an invite,” Alya scoffed, looking down at the e-vite still in her email.

Today was Chloe Bourgeois’s birthday. Her 15th birthday to be precise. It was hard to remember that she was one of the oldest in the class when she 1) acted like such a stuck-up brat and 2) rarely told anyone she was celebrating her actual birthday until days after she came back from some far off celebration.

This year, Chloe had basically invited the entire school body over to the hotel her father owned. There were going to be celebrities, DJs, clowns, dances…basically everything a rich girl could buy with her parent’s money.

“Maybe she’s getting better, Alya. She has helped Ladybug and Chat Noir save Paris multiple times,” Marinette said, forcing a smile on her face.

“Yeah, only after creating the problem in the first place. She even tried to destroy all of Paris after they wouldn’t give her the bee miraculous back!” Alya huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m sure she knows that what she was doing was wrong. She’s getting better, you know? At least she’s not like–” Marinette started before someone ran right into her, sending her sprawling onto the pavement.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry Marinette!” a familiar voice said, practically dripping in insincerity. Just the sound of her voice sent Marinette’s teeth on edge.

“I was captured by the akuma yesterday and my sense of balance is all out of whack.” Lila said, placing a hand on her head to sell the idea that she was dizzy. Alya helped Marinette to her feet before looking back at the redhead.

“Are you okay, Lila? Do you need some help walking up the stairs?” Alya asked, offering a hand out to her as well.

“I don’t remember seeing you being captured, Lila. When did that happen?” Marinette asked, brushing herself off and placing her present under her arm safely.

“Oh, I was grabbed and pulled away pretty soon. I was taken all the way over to the Eiffel Tower and when it came down when Chat Noir cataclysmed it, I almost died!” Lila said dramatically, wobbling on her feet, unsure. Alya moved closer to her to have Lila lean up against her shoulder.

“I didn’t see that in any of the footage of the fights,” Marinette grumbled with a roll of her eyes. Of course, she knew that Lila was lying as she had made sure no one was in the Eiffel Tower when fighting off the akuma yesterday, but she couldn’t prove Lila wrong without letting her secret be known.

“Well, maybe if Alya had been there to capture some better footage for the Ladyblog, you would have seen it. Where were you yesterday?” Lila asked innocently.

Marinette tensed, looking between Alya, the fox miraculous holder, and Lila.

“Oh, I was at home. My cousins were too scared to be left alone. Maybe I could interview you for the blog!” Alya said with a happy smile on her face as she led Lila up the stairs.

“I would love that. Ladybug and I are such good friends after all.” Lila said.

Marinette had to chew on the corner of her present to stop herself from saying something then and there. The small red kwami floated up from her bag.

“It’s alright, Marinette. You know the truth, and you know that Lila will eventually be found out. Don’t worry about it too much.” Tikki said reassuringly. Marinette sighed.

“I know. It’s just so…so frustrating to see her lie like that. Alya didn’t even see her yesterday and she’s still utterly convinced. How does she do that?” Marinette asked. Tikki went to respond, then hid inside Marinette’s purse again before getting caught.

“How does she do what?” Another familiar voice asked, causing Marinette to jump again, though this time her fall was stopped by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist.

In front of her were Adrien’s deep green eyes and his soft smile. Marinette flushed bright pink and was suddenly very aware of how close she was with the love of her life. She quickly jumped out of his arms.

“Oh! Uh, hi Adrien! I was just laking about Tyla! I mean walking about the aisle-uh.” Marinette stammered nervously before taking a deep breath and trying again. “Just talking about Lila to myself,”

“Lila? Is everything okay? Did she say anything to you?” Adrien asked, his smile vanishing and his brows furrowing. He had always tried to give Lila the benefit of the doubt as she seemed to be living a very sheltered life, much like his own, but there were times when that just couldn’t happen. She always seemed to be out to hurt Marinette and Ladybug and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Oh, not really to me. She just gets on my nerves sometimes,” Marinette said, rubbing the back of her head nervously.

“I know what you mean. Let me know if she bothers you again and I’ll talk to her,” Adrien said and pat Marinette on the shoulder. That’s when he noticed the present under her arm. “Is that for Chloe?”

“Uh this? No way! I mean, yeah! Of course it is!” Marinette said and held up the present for him to see. It was wrapped in golden wrapped paper with a shimmering gift bow placed neatly on the top.

“Aren’t you going to the party later? Why’d you bring the present to school?” Adrien asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Oh, well, I have to go to the bakery after school and you know all the schoolwork that I’ve been missing because I’ve been sleeping in so much. I have to catch up on that and, yeah.” Marinette rambled.

“That’s a shame. My father is allowing me to go tonight. I would have loved it if you were there, Marinette. I know you two don’t get along very well, but I think you’re a good influence on her.” Adrien said. Marinette’s blush grew brighter.

“Uhhhh, yeah, really? To the party you? Going? Well, maybe I could talk to my dad about letting me leave the bakery. I wouldn’t want to let you down. Or let her down.” Marinette continued.

“Look out!” Alix’s voice called out as she zoomed towards Adrien and Marinette on her roller-skates.

Quick as a flash, Adrien grabbed Marinette by under her arms and moved her out of harms way. Alix slowed herself to a stop and spuna around to see if she had hurt anyone.

“Sorry about that guys.” She said and gave a little salute, “Could you tell Miss Bustier that I won’t be in class today? My grandpa wanted me to run some errands for him,”

“Okay, Alix!” Adrien said with a smile, not realizing that he was still holding Marinette by her underarms. That was, until Marinette started giggling uncontrollable. He set her down quickly, a fond smile on his face.

“Sorry about that, Marinette. A little ticklish?” He asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Pssh, what? I mean, a little maybe? Perhaps. That wasn’t even my worst spot. Not that I have a worst spot. What are we talking about? Oh, the party! Right, yeah. I’ll see what I can do about being there for the party. Thanks, Adrien!” Marinette rambled, making sure she had both Chloe’s present and her handbag before bolting up the stairs.

Adrien just shook his head as he watched her stumble and almost fall again. Marinette was so weird, but in a good way. It did make him kind of sad that she could never act normally around him like this, but at least she was still a good friend.

The only times he had ever really seen Marinette as herself, without stammering or falling over every five seconds, was when he was as his superhero persona, Chat Noir.

“You know, Adrien,” Plagg said, floating up from his shirt pocket. “Marinette’s laugh is kinda cute, don’t ya think?”

“Marinette? Of course she is.” Adrien said before walking back up the stairs to class.

Marinette stumbled into class, falling into her seat next to her friend rather ungracefully.

“What took you so long, girl?” Alya asked, resting her hand on Marinette’s shoulder.

“Adrien just tickled me,” Marinette said in a soft whine so that no one would hear what she had just said.

“He– what? Why?” Alya asked, amused yet thoroughly confused.

“He was just moving me out of the way and picked me up by my arms. He picked me up like I was nothing and I completely embarrassed myself by being so ticklish. He’s gonna think that’s so childish,” Marinette said, resting her head on top of the desk as she pouted.

“Well, you’re lucky he didn’t find your death spot, Marinette.” Alya said, wiggling her fingers menacingly at her friend.

“Ahahalya!” Marinette giggled, scooting away even though Alya wasn’t even tickling her yet.

“Maybe I’ll tell him where they are. Wouldn’t that be fun? Oooh maybe having him tickle you would make you act more normal around him.” Alya teased. Marinette playfully pushed her friend on the shoulder and Alya poked her in one of her death spots – a spot between her uppermost ribs.

Marinette squealed and toppled off of her seat. The majority of the class laughed it off, and Marinette blushed.

“What a klutz.” Lila huffed with a roll of her eyes. Kim turned around.

“Aren’t you ticklish, Lila?” He asked innocently.

“It’s probable that she is, Kim. Roughly 73% of people in the world are ticklish to some degree,” Max said with a small nod.

“Oh, well I must be a part of the 27% of people who aren’t.” Lila lied. “I actually have a really rare condition where I can’t laugh at all anymore. It’s really sad,”

“Oh, the Pseudobulbar affect? That’s so sad, Lila. I’m so sorry to hear that.” Max said and looked over Lila with a sense of pity.

“It is, but I get by. Maybe it’ll be cured by a true love’s kiss, but I don’t know of anyone who would want to do that for me.” Lila sighed dramatically.

“I could for you!” Kim offered and puckered his lips.

“Thank you, Kim, but I think it has to be someone who has a crush on me. Like, for real. I actually think Adrien might have a crush on me, but I could be reading it wrong. Oh well. Guess I’ll never be able to laugh,” Lila sighed.

“Don’t worry, Lila! I’ll talk to Adrien at the party tonight! We’ll get you laughing in no time!” Kim offered triumphantly.

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“This had better be the funniest clown ever. This is my birthday party after all and I can’t have it be anything less than perfect.” Chloe said while her servants ran around the hotel wildly, setting up decorations and putting together different games for the children to play.

Chloe looked at her phone invites in disgust.

“It was really nice of you to invite everyone from school, Chloe. Everyone is going to have so much fun!” Sabrina said excitedly.

“Of course, Sabrina. A party without lots of people would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Besides, Adrikins needs to be able to see that I’ve grown since my last birthday.” Chloe said.

Just as she finished her sentence, the clown for the party stepped in. He was a slender guy with a brightly colored suit on and a big round nose. Le Pitre, his clown name was and he was the best in all of Paris.

“Knock knock, is that the birthday girl?” Le Pitre asked as he wandered in.

“Is this supposed to be the best clown in Paris? He at least dressed the part, maybe you could give my classmate Marinette some fashion tips, ahahaha,” Chloe laughed and then walked away to focus on some other aspect of her party. Le Pitre watched her walk away and then shrugged.

“Not exactly the laugh I was going for, but it’ll do! I bring laughter and joy to every part of the city i’m in!” Le Pitre said.

Little did he know that there was one person in all of Paris that would stop him from achieving his hilarious dream…

<3 GA!babe.

#submission #ga!babe #ga!anon #tickle fic #not my writing #miraculous ladybug #I have not watched this show in literal ages but I do remember that Lila is the worst #nicely done babe #I have no idea if this contains spoilers #she wrote this a solid bit ago and I just totally suck at posting things cause I get distracted sorry

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archxvxd · 4 years ago

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Bitch Boiz

➬Previous ➬Masterlist ➬Next

➬ Part 00 Synopsis: Intros pt. 2 ~ Kenma, Kuroo, Tsukishima, & Bokuto. Kenma’s curious about a new shop opening up and wants someone to go with him.

➬ Level Up! Synopsis: Kenma has always supported local game shops. When he heard that there was a new shop opening nearby his house he knew he had to go check it out. Ready to be submerged into another dark/dungeony and nerdy environment, he’s surprised to find a still nerdy but pastel and kawaii themed shop. His surprise Heightens when he meets you, the owner of Level Up! You’re awkward and a total nerd but Kenma seems to find himself coming back to your shop for more than just the games and accessories.

➬ Part Warnings: Swearing

➬ Story Warnings: Suggestive languauge, Swearing, Angst, Mentions and Uses of Substances, Will add on as needed~

➬ Genre: Social Media!AU, crack, fluff, angst

➬ A/N: Here’s part 2 of the intros! I wanted to get his out earlier but woke up with a migraine this morning. I hope you guys enjoy. Part 1 should be coming out later tonight<33 Taglist is open so send me an ask if you’d like to be added💘✨

➬ Taglist: @husband-to-tomura-shigaraki @ilauvcoldpizza @nikanikabitch @dominikmagnus @reina-de-tay @neoxprout @navymacaroons

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goodtimingz · 5 years ago

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dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt.3. pt4. pt5.

a/n: i’ve been deep in jae-content rn and i couldn’t find alot of jae fics. I haven’t written fic in a year and Y/N isn’t my style but i hope you enjoy if you see this~ (and if for some reason jae decides to look for fanfic again i’m gonna scream T_T)

(i was inspired to write after reading @noona-clock ‘s fics.)

tags: student!life, jae day6, fluff, college!au, suggestive topics (babies close your eyes)

▶︎ the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c:

We live a life always dreaming for a dream to come true.

The night was brisk, summer had left as as quickly as it arrived this year. You shoved your hands into your pockets, eyes and ears pricked. It wasn’t like walking to the library was an unsafe task, but you were very aware of the sound of your own footsteps on the footpath. No drunkard or sleep deprived student would catch you off-guard tonight, not when there was so much studying left to do.

The library was lit brightly amongst the countless street lights and you pulled your bag tighter, heaving a sigh. Finals were near, very very near. Waking up everyday felt like a choice between dropping out and becoming a street busker, or actually getting your diploma and a couple thousand dollars of debt.

In saying that, you had to remember that times like this always passed, and when you were old and wrinkly you would appreciate the memories of your university years. (Or something like that).

Relishing in the warmth provided by the huge library, you climbed up the stairs mentally preparing yourself for a long night ahead. You were staring at your feet the whole time, an argument of “you gotta” and “but i don’t wanna” on your mind.

That was, until a shiny iPhone fell on the stair by your foot. You blinked as reality came back into focus, reaching down to pick it up automatically. Preparing a quiet greeting, your words caught in your throat when you met eyes with the handsome stranger. Brown eyes and soft blonde hair, alongside the deep eye bags matching your own (not that they took away from the overall cuteness of the tired boy.)

The two of you had paused briefly, your reason being because of how handsome he was and his... you weren’t sure. The phone buzzed in your hand and the boy broke the staring contest with a small smile. He looked effortlessly cool and tired as hell.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, taking the phone and checking it over for any damage. You could only shrug, the distant memory of finals bringing you back to reality.

“It’s all good,” You managed, but what you really wanted to say was more like, “How haven’t I seen you around before?” “Who are you, what’s your name and can I have a hug because you look like you’d give good hugs.” Of course, you didn’t say those things, and he was still standing in front of you as cute as ever.

[ 제이; jae ]

“How come I haven’t seen you around before?” He winced slightly as how forced his words sounded. He really didn’t want to make it obvious that he found you beautiful, but he couldn’t miss such a good opportunity. His life was in dire need for some romance or atleast comic relief. Choosing to study in the library tonight instead of staying in his dorm was the best idea he had since he used his loan to buy a guitar and labelled it as ‘course-related costs’.

Jae watched as your expression brightened at his words (which he found adorable), he also noticed you had matching raccoon eyes (eye bags 4dayz) and the classic student ‘I’m dead inside’ expression.

“I’m not sure, but I hope that can change from now.” Your response sent butterflies flying straight into Jae’s stomach. The way your eyes smiled slightly, lips curved and a head tilt.

If he hadn’t totally fallen for you at first, he definitely had now. (Youngk: SIMP!)

He wasn’t going to let you leave him speechless (although you definitely had), so he fumbled over his words feeling his ears grow hot and probably red. “I-Yeah,” (awkward chuckle) “I hope so too.”

No! Ask her out or something, what if you never see her again? It took all of Jae’s restraint not to facepalm then and there, which would have been profusely embarrassing on his part, instead choosing to ball his hands into fists. He assumed you could already see his blush rising, but the way you patiently gazed at him made it feel okay.

[ Y/N ]

“I study here every night… Can I get your name...? ” You figured he needed a little help and there was no way you were leaving this interaction with the cute boy’s name. He was cute enough to look good under fluorescent lights - and that’s saying something.

“Jae.” Perfect, a cute name for a cute guy. You nodded gently, “I’m Y/N, I’ll see you around then, Jae.” His name fell off of your lips effortlessly, and you hoped he liked hearing it as much as you enjoyed saying it.

If college and swiping through Tinder endlessly had taught you one thing, it was to turn away first (in all situations).

1. because your mood always improved (cute boys always had that affect) and you couldn’t show them your beaming smile just yet (secret weapon).

2. you really needed to gain self control because studies were calling like a siren

(but mostly to hide the fact that flirting had you feeling like a fish out of water, so you had to stop fronting to hide your blush.)

Your footsteps felt purposeful as you walked through the library to a study room. You silently made a mental note to yourself, that you would study on that floor every night from now on. You couldn’t predict that Jae had the exact same idea, but it was something to look forward to.

[ 제이; jae ]

When Jae arrived home, he hadn’t stopped thinking about he’d first laid eyes on you. Everything he had studied for the last 4 hours went in one ear and out the next. His mind ran over the image of you over and over again, replaying the way you smiled and the squint in your eyes. The way your hair fell, how your voice sounded saying his name... And the denim jacket over the hoodie look you were sporting... damn, you were so his type.

Although he was always open to falling for a stranger (because he’s cool like that), he had never expected it to happen tonight, or truly believed it would happen at all.

YoungK spun around from his desk in their shared room, interrupting Jae's thoughts. “Why do you look so happy? We have 2 weeks until finals and you’ve been miserable every other day.”

Jae smiled without meaning to, he tried hard to bite it back because you two had just met and he probably seemed a little crazy lying in his bed staring at the ceiling with a grin. He couldn’t help it, there was just this feeling that you were something, and he was certain he would make ‘something’ into ‘something serious’.

Jae turned to face Brian with a great double chin despite his boney frame, “I met a girl.”

YoungK laughed knowingly, “Finals will pass by quickly if you fall in love.” Jae scrunched his nose at the mention of finals again. Although it was probably a warning, YoungK had a way with words that made it seem all the more appealing.

He denied falling for you when Brian asked later that evening, but he may as well plan the wedding - he was that deep.

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justoneday-namjoonii · 5 years ago

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Too Sweet. Part- 13 BTSvampire!au

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Mature themes / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Yoongi X Jungkook X Vampire!au BTS

Type: Vampire!au

summary: y/n is on a botany retreat to a dreamy island that leads to a surprising encounter and startling discovery!

A/n:Thank you for reading and enjoy!!��

| INTRO I Pt. 1 I Pt. 2 I Pt. 3 I Pt. 4 I Pt. 5 I Pt. 6 I Pt. 7 I Pt. 8 | Pt. 9 | Pt. 10 | Pt. 11 | Pt. 12 |

In the corner of the library at 7 o’clock in the morning, you sit curled up on a study-chair with your reading glasses stuck to your face. Finals week. Every other paragraph you write down a few notes and your handwriting is beginning to look more and more like hieroglyphics. Despite the stress from a bunch of classes, your glad that your classmate just informed you of the donor requested break policy—a policy that no one had bothered to mention to you.

Basically, you can request a period where you don’t feed and they respect it. You requested two weeks, and despite the cries from Tae and Jimin to make an exception, you declined—you need a break. After everything that’s been happening, Rain coming here, Jungkook acting out, and even Yoongi, it’s been really stressful and Jin actually thought a break was just what you needed to regroup.

“Y/n, I was wondering where you were,” Namjoon peeks around the corner, “still studying I see.”

“Yeah, I have a test at 9 so just thought I’d just get some extra studying in.”

“Hm,” He nods, “so how are you liking your break?”

You furrow your brow and look up at him briefly. “It’s nice.”

“That’s nice.” He nods, leaning against the bookshelf for no reason.

“Um, did you need something or?—”

“I was wondering, what is your field of study?”

“I’ve been in general studies up until now, why do you ask?”

“Jin wanted me to ask you if you were interested in the botany program. An internship just opened and he thought you’d be great for it.” He finally gets to what he came here to say.

Your eyes brighten. “Really? Well, I’ve always thought about botany but I never knew much about it. Would I have to change any of my classes if I started the program?”

“No, we might switch one of your classes around with one of the required courses for the program but it won’t be difficult. Besides, your grades are good so I don’t think an extra class would put you in a rough spot. I’ve skimmed through your test scores and I’m proud, especially of your biology test. Honestly, you were struggling so much in our study sessions, I didn’t think you were gonna make it, but you did.” He grins like a proud teacher and you giggle because that's not the first time Namjoon has shared his concern regarding your lack of promise during lessons. “What? I’m proud.”

“Namjoon, you sound like my advisor or something,” You laugh, putting your book down to stretch your legs and pull your hoddie hood off your head.

“I kind of am in a way,” He takes his hand out of his pocket to comb it through his hair, “your academic life is important to me.”

“Quick question, why didn’t Jin just tell me about this himself? He normally would tell me something like that over tea or something, is he really busy this morning?”

“You know the whole Jungkook situation is stressing him out so he’s relying on me to relay the message, but he sends his love. He’ll be out for a majority of the day and if you accept the offer, you’ll be packing for the botanical sciences retreat so you’ll see him tonight.”

“A retreat?” You have the widest smile, “You mean like a vacation?”

“No, not a vacation- Although, the botanical gardens on the Island are exceptionally beautiful this time of year the spas there are amazing-”

“Islands!? I get to go to the Island and its for school? I’m definitely accepting now.” You glance up at the clock on the wall and sigh, “I’ll see you later, I gotta go sign in for testing.” You pack up your books and Namjoon watches you run off and out of the library.

Namjoon has been thinking a lot about your time here at the college and over the past year, he’s realized some things. Firstly, he’s recognized that there aren’t many donors that get the opportunity to spend as much time as you do with people like him. He’s got scholarly titles that he’s not even sure you know about and some of the top-paying families have paid him to mentor their children. But here you are, not rich by any means, in fact, you’re here on a well-deserved scholarship awarded by Jin. And he’s felt like he’s taken you under his wing and all he’s wants is for you is the best.

It’s almost a maternal feeling he has towards you and your education. That’s a lot coming from him, he’s not the type to just dish out his help like a tutoring center. Normally he wants compensation of some sort. He has an extraordinary mind and one lesson with him can cost a pretty penny if they’re willing.

Namjoon left the library and went back to Jungkook’s lovely little abode across the campus. But rather than Jungkook being inside looking for something to get into, he was out on the track, running to his heart's content.

Namjoon approaches the track and Jungkook’s personal trainer is standing at the finish line with his hands on his hips.

“He’s doing well. Working out has lightened him up a little bit,” The trainer says, watching Jungkook run up to them when he caught Namjoon’s eye.

“Hyung,” He slows down, panting lightly with his damp hair sticking to the side of his face, “hey,”

“Hey, Jungkook. You look refreshed,” Namjoon grins, “I came to let you know that we’re leaving tonight and your uncle will be stopping by tomorrow morning to check on you.” The trainer says Jungkook can go shower because they’re done for the day so they make they’re way to the house.

“Where are you going?”

“Botany retreat, it’s a three-day trip. Jin is going and for the first day and since Y/n has entered the program, she’s going too.”

“Oh...” Jungkook looked down for a moment, a bit shy suddenly, “H- How is she by the way?”

“She’s good. Right now she’s taking a donor break so she’s living like a normal human girl.” Namjoon was slightly taken aback but he answered nonetheless. “Why do you ask?”

Jungkook runs the back of his neck and sighs. “Uh, I don’t know, I was wondering if she was still mad at me or something.”

“You’d have to ask her. She’s been busy with her studies lately, so I’m sure the last thing she’s worried about is being mad at you.”

Jungkook had to laugh, knowing you two were always at odds made him like you even more. “Beleive it or not, I do feel bad for what I did to her. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t take back what I said but I can see why I went about it in the wrong way.”

“That’s a start I guess.” Namjoon scoffed, not surprised by Jungkook’s partial apology. “Well, while we’re gone just call if you need anything.” He gives the younger a hug before saying his final goodbyes as he walked back to the main university building.

“Last time I checked, you aren’t in the botany program, Taehyung. So you won’t be joining us.”

Jin is sitting in the office part of his bedroom as a maid packs his suitcase with the appropriate attire for the island. Taehyung came in here not too long ago and he refuses to leave because he’s trying to get Jin to let him tag along.

“But I can transfer over, can’t I?”

“Taehyung, that’s so short notice, what program are you in now? Psychology, right?”

“The only reason I’m in that program is because of my abilities. My parents want me to know how to use my gift with a well-rounded understanding of how the mind works. It’s so boring sometimes.” Tae leans on the desk with a pout.

“Look, you have to finish your program. Your parents are right, your gift can really help people if you know how to use it. But,” Jin sighs, “I think we have room for one more guest.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Taehyung bolts out of the room to pack his bag and Jin just shakes his head. If there’s one person who could talk him into something, it was Taehyung—that’s the only time he’s annoyed by his powers.

“Sir, your bag is packed, is there anything else you need?”

“No, thank you, Bella, you can go.” Jin dismisses her and his eyes go back to his computer. This trip has always been something he’s looked forward to. Even though he normally can’t stay for the entirety of the trip, the first two nights are always beautiful. The gardens are very well-maintained and every time he goes he learns about new medicinal herbs that he purchases to bring back to the schools.

Namjoon slips through the door after mentally sending Jin a little warning.

“Do you come bearing gifts?” Jin grins to himself when he sees the plate in Namjoon’s hands.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” He sits a plate of assorted pastries in front of him. “The pastry chef just put these out, she let me have first pick.” He smiles, taking the chocolate croissant for himself with swiftness.

“Thank you, I was getting a little hungry,” JIn takes on and sits it on a napkin so he can finish typing, “did you talk to her by the way?” Jin peeks up at Namjoon whos sitting idly in the chair in front of the desk.

“I did, she accepted and she’s pretty excited about it.”

“Oh, I’m glad,” He sighs in relief, “this program will be good for her.”

“Yeah, I think so too...But, just curious, what’s the sudden interest in her entering this program?”

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve been doing my job very well. Ever since she’s started attending this school, I’ve realized forgotten that she’s not just here to give blood. I know that’s the exchange for her degree but that’s not all she is. I’ve let her unusual situation influence what I allow and don’t allow. I mean, she’s close to me, I have a relationship with her that I don’t and never have had with any other donor. I feel like during this trip, once I leave she’ll have time to just be a student, no blood-related pressure or anything like that.”

“I get that, but you do have to remember her situation as well, she’s not just any donor, she’s the only one with blood like that in this country, let alone this school. That comes with a different set of rules and you shouldn’t feel guilty because you’re trying to figure that out.”

“Yeah, that’s true. But I do need her to spend some time outside of the university for a little bit, just so she can take time to focus on other things other than everyone wanting her for blood.”

It was finally over, your last test of the day and midterms were no longer holding you mentally captive. You’re strolling through the campus to meet up with Jimin at the campus bakery before you leave this evening. He said he had a few art pieces he wanted to show you and you thought you’d make it a date.

When you open the bakery door, he’s sitting at one of the windows and his eyes land on yours. “Y/n,” His smile brightens as he stands up to pull out your seat, “how are you, love?”

“I’m good, done with finals.” You give him a hug and he pecks your cheek. You take a seat and so does he.

“Well, to be honest,” He opens up his folder, “your donor break is killing me a little bit. But I’m glad to see you, spend a little time with you before you go.”

“Yeah, I’ll be back before you know it. So, what are the pieces you wanted to show me?”

“This one,” He pulls out a sheet of paper and puts it in front of you, “it’s inspired by the pond near my family's retreat.”

“It’s beautiful, Jimin.” The pond on the painting is filled with lilies, the reflection of the trees nearby. The colors remind you of Monet, the impressionism is something you wish you could do as effortlessly as him. “What are these for?”

“The universities are having a joint exhibition and they want artists from royal families to participate in the collection. They chose me from my family, I was surprised they didn’t choose my mother. She’s got more talent than my whole family combined.”

“Is this something you want to do professionally?”

“I thought about teaching classes on the side, but I don’t know.”

You smile. “That’s a great idea! I know a lot of people who’d love a lesson with you-”

“But I don’t think I can...My parents, they want something else for me. They’re fine with me continuing art but they can be really particular when it comes to my interests. They’d want to practice the art a prestigious art academy and feature in global exhibitions, that’s all a little too much for me right now.’

Your excitement dies down as his statement reminded you that he isn’t entirely free, he’s under his family’s jurisdiction in more areas of his life then you realize.

“It wouldn’t hurt to just try, you might end up loving teaching,” You have such a hopeful expression, “and your parents might just be okay with that,”

“Maybe,” He smiles, “Hey, I wanted to say that I’m so sorry for setting you up with Jungkook, I never formally apologized to you.”

“Jimin, it’s still hard for me to grasp anything that happens in this place,” You scoff, “You put me in a position where I was vulnerable, he could have done anything to me.” His eyes lower and you know he’s just beating himself up right now.

“But he didn’t do anything to me, so we got lucky. I know it was your feeding cycle and you probably didn’t take your medicine, right?” He shakes his head. “You need to get back on that medicine, it keeps you and others safe. But Jimin, it’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” You place your hand on his and give him a genuine smile

“Y/n,” Namjoon walked into the cafe, “we’re leaving in 20 minutes, you should make sure you’re all packed before we put the luggage on the bus.”

“Oh, ok,” You stand up and walk around the little table to Jimin, “bye Jimin, I’ll see you when I get back.” He stands up and you hug him for a few seconds.

He pecked your cheek and bid you farewell, already eager for your return as you follow Namjoon out of his sight. You rush to the common area where the students were advised to take their luggage. You look around for your suitcase and carry-on, you find it right where you had put it and let out a sigh of relief.

“I have everything.” You state confidently.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.” You nod, “well, I might have left-”

“Your toothbrush, you can run and get it, be quick.”

Of course, he knew. You run to your bedroom and to your bathroom where you skim over everything just in case you might have forgotten anything else. Quickly, you grab an extra perfume, your toothbrush and walk down the hall—that’s when you realize you haven’t said goodbye to Yoongi. Even though he’s been a little standoffish lately, you thought it would be nice to at least say goodbye to him.

It takes you a little while, but you walked all the way from your dorm to their living space upstairs. At times like this, you wish you could initiate the whole mental bond where you can talk to one another. But now that you think about it, the bond might have weakened because of the lack of contact you two have had. That makes sense. You look around, the living room and his room and he’s nowhere to be found.

“Yoongi?” You call for him, assuming he might be napping or something.

“Y/n, come on! We’re leaving. What are you doing up here?”

“I was trying to say bye to Yoongi-” Namjoon places his hand on your back to lead you to the stairs.

“You’ll see him when we get back, we gotta go.”

All you wanted to do was say goodbye and you can’t help but you feel like he’s trying to hide from you.

When you finally get downstairs, the botany professor tells everyone to get on the bus. You stay close to Namjoon and follow him onto the bus, he’s kind of like a comforting presence in a bus of students you don’t know. Namjoon gestures for you to take a seat and you grudgingly oblige. Students are already chattering and giggling, excited about the trip. But you on the other hand, just want to go wherever Jin is because you feel socially awkward.

“Ok, do we have a headcount?” He looks at the professor in the front seat.

“Yes, we’re all here.”

“Great, I’ll be riding with Dr. Kim but we’ll meet you at the airport.” Namjoon turns to you with a tender grin. Y/n, you need to socialize with your peers.

Talk to someone, make some friends.

And that’s all he says to you before leaving you on the bus with no one you know except for Taehyung, and he’s chatting with his friends. You hug your sweater to your chest and sigh—this isn’t what you thought it’d be.

“Hi,” You hear a voice coming from above you and you peek up, “I’ve never seen you in a botany class before, what’s your name? I’m Xiaojun.”

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” You reach your hand out and he shakes it before moving to go sit with you. “Oh, you didn’t have to leave your friends-”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll spend all my time with them on the trip. You look a little,” he hesitates when you furrow your brow a bit, “shy?” He smiles, and his little fangs peek out. He’s a vampire.

“I’m not shy I just, I’m a little reserved when I don’t know a lot of people.”

“Well, let’s get to know each other, then you’ll know someone. I’m actually from the island. I don’t know if you know but my island is famous for our medicinal herbs, plants, and organic and humane animal blood sourcing. We’re Pure Bloods and we do a lot of agricultural work. My family sent me to this school to get exposure to other places and people, broaden my horizons I guess.”

“Do you like it at Jin—” You catch yourself, you can’t just call him by his first name with everybody, “I’m sorry, Dr. Kim’s school?”

“I love it. There’s a reason my family sent me here and not to some other university, the education is top-notch, they know I’ll be healthy with whatever blood I’m given here. Plus, the university has prided itself on the human-vampire integration efforts.”

“Yeah, it is a great school. Not gonna lie, I do miss my family and friends back at home sometimes. But I have to remember that the education I’m getting now is for my future. When I go see my family, they’ll be so proud to see that I’m making something of myself.”

“I feel the same way.” He slouches back in to chair. “Um, forgive me for asking but how come I can’t smell your blood at all?”

“Oh, I was on a donor break so the nurse gave me scent-suppressants.” You push back a piece of hair, your face heating up when he leans in just slightly to confirm for himself.

“Wow, they must have given you a lot.” He pauses to laugh, “You have no scent whatsoever.”

“Yeah, they had to give me a little extra,” You glance out the window to remember your excuse, “I have somewhat of an immunity to them.”

3 times the regular dosage to be precise.

“Oh, that makes sense.”

The rest of the ride, you realized how kind and easy-going a majority of the students were. Xiaojun introduced you to Melanie and Caterina, and eventually, you all began talking.

This isn’t so bad.

There you went, overthinking things and making yourself crazy over nothing. These people are sweet and you’re lucky that Jin let you switch to this program so last-minute. He treats you so well. Sometimes it feels like you’re undeserving of the special attention. Then you remember, you’re in all of this in exchange for your blood. Your blood is your free pass and it seems precarious—but a lot of things feel that way since you’ve been here. Other students seem to not notice but you’re pretty positive there are some students who suspect you. Nonetheless, you’re confident that you can hold your own and stand firm in the fact that you’re like any other student.

Soon enough, the bus pulls up at the airport and all of the students hurried out of the bus. You debated following Xiaojun, but when you saw Taehyung coming toward you, you figured you’d be sitting with him.

“Everyone, follow me so we can get on the plane, it’s in gate G. The luggage is already taken care of so don’t worry about grabbing anything.” The professor signals to all of the students and you find yourself zoning out a little bit because you’re looking for Namjoon or Jin.

“Y/n,” Taehyung walks up to you and looks at you funny, you notice he dropped the pet name, “looking for Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung?” You nod. “They’re over there,” He points to the two of them and their small entourage, “but you can’t go with them, you have to stay here with the other students.”

Confusion flashes in your eyes, “But why-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here.” He smiles, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not worried, I just- I was just wondering where they were.” You shrug, thoroughly disappointed that you were being kicked to the curb by those two. You guess that’s a little entitled that you think you’re supposed to be with them 24/7, but it’s what you’re used to. Taehyung stays by your side as the class is led to board the plane after FSA and a few bathroom trips. When you walk onto the plane, you’re greeted with a pretty flight attendant.

“Good evening, miss.” She bows and you return it with a kind smile.

You’re led to a comfortable chair with a table in between the chair directly in front of you. To your delight, Namjoon comes to sit directly in front of you with a thick book in his hands.

“So, how did it go?” He inquires.

“It was good, I met Xiaojun and his friends, Melanie and Caterina, they were nice.” You cross your arms and sigh. “I socialized, happy?”

“Very.” He smirks.

“Where’s Jin?” You look around, noticing that he had disappeared.

“He’s in the personal suite, he’s got a lot of business calls to take care of.” Namjoon sticks in his earphones in his ears and continues to read his book. You lean against the window and gaze out of the window, soon enough, your eyes slip shut and you drift to sleep.

When you wake up, everyone is unbuckling their seatbelts and taking their carry-ons and such. You blink, rubbing your eyes and sleepily unbuckling your seatbelt. You follow every one of off the plane and you inhale deeply when you walk out into the fresh air. A few vans pull up and you’re directed to get in the one with Xiaojun and a few other people. Everyone buckles up and the driver pulls out. Some of the students were talking about how beautiful the resort was, and how it's covered in thriving wildlife and surrounded by beaches.

Even though it’s dark out, you can still appreciate the beauty of the island. Judging by the tiny airport, it's not a highly populated place.

You're pretty quiet on the ride to the resort but your mind wanders. Yoongi. He comes to your mind. And you know you shouldn't feel this way, but you're a little upset at him. He tends to be a little distant when he wants to be. Sometimes it makes you feel a little weird. Due to the bond, it's hard for you not to feel like he should at least validate you in some way.

“Y/n,” Xiaojun calls your name from the seat next to you, “tonight they’re serving dinner out on the beach where they always serve it on the first night for the retreat. Some of my friends and family members will be there, I’ll introduce you to some of them.”

“That sounds nice,” You grin, finding it endearing that he’s taken such a liking to you. Then again, some of these people tend to like you so much because of your blood. What Jin regards as a gift, you see as a burden sometimes. You’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re just seen as a fulfilling meal to some of them. But you know Jin and the others see as more than that—Yoongi definitely has to see you as something more than that.

Eventually, you all made it to the resort and there was a group of women who lead you to your individual rooms. As they called everyone's names to take them to there rooms, you were the only one left in the foyer, awkwardly holding your hands.

“Hi, honey, this unit is actually taken,” A woman with beautiful long brown hair and bright eyes comes up to you, “what’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Oh! You’re the one Dr. Kim wanted in the other unit, that’s where your belongings are,” She smiles, putting her hand on your back to lead you out of the door, “you must be special.”

“No, I wouldn’t say that,” You let out a nervous laugh. She walks across the tropical plant-adorned walkway connecting the beach-houses and leads you to the one not too far from the other. She guides you up the stairs and into the house, when she opens the door, you immediately notice that it looks a bit personalized. Like personal touches were put on it, probably by Jin.

“Okay, your room is upstairs, I’ll show you,” She walks up the stairs and points to the room with the sunset-colored flour on the door. When she opens it for you, you instantly fall in love. The room is so charming and tropical, there’s a balcony and you see your belongings in there. “What do you think?”

You walk further into the room. “It’s beautiful, I love it. Thank you,” You sit your purse on the chair near the balcony and take a moment to take in your view of the beach. It’s so tranquil.

“I’m glad you find it to your liking. My name is Layla, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, okay? Also, dinner will be served outside in about fifteen minutes. Your muumuu is in the restroom, you can slip that on for dinner, it’s very comfortable.”

“Alright, thank you,” She grins before closing the door to leave you to wind down for a minute.

You walk into the large bathroom to see a multi-colored floral two-piece wrap hanging on the closet. You get undressed and put the dress on, it’s soft and sits right above your knees. You’re hoping you could buy more of these because you actually really like it.

When you wash your face and freshen up a bit, you walk out of the room and you hear Namjoon.

“Layla, could you have brought here after the dinner? Preferably some of your freshly picked floral teas, surprise me.” He’s standing in the foyer on his phone and he changed as well. He’s wearing the same print but with white paints and a floral shirt, and a little necklace. When you walk downstairs, he immediately notices you and the biggest smile comes to his face.

“Aw, don’t you look precious.” He giggles, watching you walk down with the same slides that were provided for everyone in the house.

You can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh. “Thanks, you look nice too.”

“I love the clothes they give us here, they’re so comfortable.”

“Yeah, um, how come Jin has me in here with you guys? I thought I’d be with that other students.”

“I thought so too, I’m not sure why he changed it. Anyway, let’s head over to the eat, I’m sure they’re about to start bringing dishes out.”

The two of you walk out together and Namjoon leads the way of course because he knows where it is. When you start walking into the sand you can see the light lit by fire and a huge mat of some sort where a long table is. You can see other students coming from their rooms and taking seats wherever. And you get excited as soon as you see Jin, sitting next to Taehyung and someone you’d never met.

“There’s no need to be nervous, it’s just dinner.” Namjoon teases, taking his rightful seat next to Taehyung and you sit next to him.

“I know that it’s the new people, not the meal,” You mumble.

“Y/n,” You hear a small call of your name and look to where it’s coming from, it’s Xiaojun, “this is my cousin, Kun.” The guy next to him waves.

“Hi,

“Hi, nice to meet you.” He smiles and you feel a warmness from him. “Xiaojun says you’re new to the program?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy your first experience here. Our people have been supplying medicinal herbs, plants, basically anything you can grow right here on this island. Vampires all over the world buy from us and humans as well.”

“Really?”

“Yep, and we discover new plants and herbs on our sister islands every year or so.”

He goes on and on but you actually get really drawn into what he has to say about the contributions the island makes. It draws the attention Jin and you don’t even notice. He’s talking to some other people and Namjoon so he’s not going to talk to you now, but he wants to know how you’re doing. By the time the conversation comes to an end, dinner is over. The food was delicious and you’re already ready for breakfast.

“It was nice talking to you Kun,” You stand and give him a small bow, “have a good night.”

“You too, Y/n.”

You walk back to the house, slides in your hand so you can feel the sand under your feet. When you get up the stairs, you enter the house and go straight to the shower. Overall, this day has been pretty successful. You met people, learned some things, and even ventured out of your comfort zone.

Before you head to the shower, you pull your toiletries and pajamas out of your suitcase. The shower is tiled with smoothe gray pabbles that feel heavenly under your feet and the showerhead is like a gentle rain. You get out of the shower after a good fifteen minutes and do your routine. The pajamas that Jin gave you are the ones you decided to bring and they’re your favorite. They’re super soft, long-sleeved, and surprisingly breathable.

After you jump into the king-size bed and relish in the comfy bed sheets, you decide to go talk to Jin. You leave your room and go search for him, and it doesn’t take you long to find him and Namjoon with tea in the living room upstairs.

You walk into the room and he beams when he sees you. “Y/n, I was just about to come to see you. Please, come sit,” He gestures to the couch next to Namjoon whos looking very relaxed.

“So, how are you liking everything? I’m sorry I haven’t been able to be with you, I’ve had a lot of business to take care of.”

“It’s okay, it’s been nice actually. I met a few people and I learned some things about the island.” You sit cross-legged, expression bright since you get to talk to him finally.

“I’m glad, I was telling Namjoon that I thought this program would be great for you.” He takes a sip of tea. “Also, I wanted to let you know that if I’ve ever made it seem like your blood is more important to me than your job as a student, I apologize. I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m neglecting your studies for your blood. I know sometimes I let your circumstances dictate a lot but I don’t ever mean to isolate you from your peers, you just have to understand that I’ve never had a student like you.”

“I mean, I’m a student at the university in exchange for my blood. But I will admit that sometimes it’s hard because some students notice when I’m getting special treatment and things like that...I don’t want anyone to think that I’m not meeting my academic requirements if that makes sense.”

“I assure you, ” Namjoon looks at you, a slight smile that shows his dimples, “I will make sure you meet your academic requirements, that’s not a problem, kitten.” Jin nods in agreement.

“I also want to mention Director Rain, what did you think? Do you feel okay with him being around?”

Rain.

His name gives you chills.

“He- He seems kind of intimidating, I felt a little nervous around him...Remember when bit me? He had me do things that I’d never had to do before, it was weird.” You admit. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, he wants to spend some more time with you, just to get to know you and learn about your blood. He’s genuine. He’s not one of those higher-ups that want to steal donors and treat them like nothing but a means of nutrients. He’s very knowledgeable and he’s going to be monitoring Jungkook for a while until his awakening is under control, so he’ll be around more often.”

You furrow your brows. “Jungkook’s awakening? What is that?”

“He’s awakening. In his bloodline, its called The Eyes of Eclipsia.”

This is all new to you. “Who’s Eclipsia?”

“She was their great-great-grandmother and she was very powerful. She was born with no vampire traits but her deep violet eyes that glow saffron red were the mark of her strength. Rain has it, Jungkook’s father has it, and now, so does Jungkook. I really don’t know how to help Jungkook through this so he’s going to assist me with him.”

“Do I have to spend time with him?...” You say that hesitantly.

“You don’t have to, of course, I’m not forcing you, but it would be nice if you just gave him a little of your time. Just think about it, okay? No pressure. I’m gonna head to bed, and I think you should do the same, we’ve had a long day.”

“Wait,” You catch him before walking out, “I was wondering, why am I not with the other students?”

“The suppressants in your systems could where off and I don’t want any of the vampire students to get any ideas. I think it’s safest that you stay where we are, I hope you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, “No, I was just wondering.”

He gets up and walks over to you. He rubs your head lovingly, leaning down to look you in the eye. “I’m gonna balance out your energy, okay?” You nod. He touches your forehead for a few seconds and you can feel your body relax slowly. Namjoon suddenly places his hand on your shoulder and your eyes open to looking over at him.

“Her energy has been off all day,” Namjoon reveals, “I think it’s because she was nervous and all the suppressants we gave her don’t go without side effects.”

“Well,” Jin pulls away, “that should help. Good night.” Jin leaves you two and you were about to get up to go to bed as well but Namjoon grabs your wrist lightly.

“Beleive it or not, I’m at the end my feeding cycle but I’m having bad cravings...Do you feel up to giving blood? If not I can get blood from someone else but your blood is much preferred.”

“No, that’s fine, just please don’t make a mess, I just showered.” You grant him his request and he stands up, hands eagerly grasping your shoulders.

”When have you ever known me to be messy?” He giggles, leaning down to your neck and biting down you with a sharp inhale. You stiffen. It’s been a week or so since you’ve last been fed on and it hurt. “It hurts...”

I’m sorry, just give me a minute, it’ll feel better in a second, he speaks into your thoughts. He doesn’t move but you can feel him gulping down considerable amounts of blood. It starts to burn, your heart is drumming and you feel your head getting loopy.

Slowly, his hands leave your shoulders and slide down to hold your hands. He simultaneously opens his mouth and latches on a little tighter, sealing your skin to his mouth completely. You squirm in discomfort, trying to get away from the sting on impulse.

After a few seconds of him not letting you move, a fuzzy feeling starts to set in. He’s releasing his venom into your bloodstream and you sigh in relief. It doesn’t take long for your head to be in the clouds.

“That’s better...” You breathe, letting yourself go pliant.

Your legs suddenly feel like jelly and your legs give way. It didn’t bother him though. He made sure to slide down with you, kneeling right in front of you. Finally having your blood in his system makes him feel a thousand times better. Recently, he’s been trying to get through the feeding cycles with as much self-control as possible. But sometimes, it’s hard for him to keep himself from craving the blood.

“Namjoon,” You know he has the ability to basically numb his pray out, but you were already sleepy and you’re about to pass out, “I know you-...I know you’re doing that thing to take away the pain, but I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

He acknowledges you with a hum, but instead of stopping, he just drinks slower. Instead of complaining, you take the bratty liberty to push all of your weight back. He loses his bearings for a second, but he doesn’t let your tactic stop him. He just gets on top of you and continues, holding your hands to the ground and finishing the last few gulps of blood.

“Ah,” He pulls away with a pop, “you’re so dramatic.” He sits back on his heels, smiling down at your flat expression. “Can you walk?”

“No, my legs are numb. You should know, you made them numb.” You sulk, trying to move your head up but even that felt numb.

“I was trying to make it comfortable for you, its not my fault that you succumb to it so willingly.”

“Whatever...” You sigh, eyes slipping shut.

He scoops you up in his arms and walks you to your bedroom. He pushes the door open with his foot and easily lays you in bed, covering you with a blanket. Namjoon pats your head with a fond smile and leaves.

Jungkook was drinking his second portion of blood and all of a sudden, he heard the most disturbing statement—goodnight, kitten.

He nearly choked.

“The hell?”

Yoongi and Hoseok glance at him from their spots on the couch, brows furrowed when the young vampire sits up.

“Uhm, what’s the matter?” Hoseok looks up from his phone, judgment engraved in his features.

Jungkook looks puzzled. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“You mean you didn’t just hear that?” He looks at both of them. “Neither of you heard that?”

“Jungkook, heard what? What are you talking about?”

“I heard, ‘goodnight, kitten,” like, very clearly.”

Yoongi looks at him. “Goodnight, kitten? That’s what you heard?” Jungkook nods surprised that Yoongi even acknowledges him. “The only person who I’ve ever heard say something even close to that, is Namjoon. That’s what he calls Y/n. Why would you be hearing that?”

“Yeah, are you sure you aren’t imagining things?”

Jungkook scowls, disgusted that they would even consider that he would think that. “Why would I even want to imagine someone saying that to me??

“I don’t know, we all have intrusive thoughts that might sound weird to others.” Hoseok snickers, going back to his phone.

“I don’t know why I would be hearing that,” Jungkook mutters, giving up on trying to find an explanation. He goes back to watching his movie but Yoongi looks away from his book in thought.

There are times where he’d connect with your consciousness and it was rare, but sometimes, he could hear when others spoke to you. Is Jungkook connecting with you? But how could that be? You and Jungkook haven’t bonded and you’re hundreds of miles away. Assuming Namjoon is on the trip with you, then it would make perfect sense for Namjoon to be the voice he heard.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the island.

“Director, I prepared your flower-petal-soak in the sauna,” Yona, one of his personal maids peeks into his quarters, she’s a short little girl with short brown hair, “do you need assistance?”

He’s adorned in a luxurious robe, it’s opened in the front and she tries not to look at his bare chest. His fingernails are long and pointy, he let them grow out recently. Traditionally, power-bearing Jeons are known for their luscious locks and long manicured nails. His long black hair drapes down his back, some strands fall on his face and it makes her swallow—he’s stunning.

“I can manage, thank you, Yona.” She bows, leaving the director to do what he needed to do. He left his room and went down the stone pathway to the natural sauna.

He undresses and sits his robe on a marble stool near the water. The water is filled with freshly picked flowers and he steps into the steamy oasis. “Ugh...” He sighs, sinking down into the water and leaning back on the ledge, inhaling the floral fragrance.

“Master Rain, may I come in?”

“You may, Lilian.” He looks up at her.

“I have a few updates for you, do you want me to read it to you here? or in your bedroom?”

“Here is fine.” He gestures for her to have a seat.

“Okay, I’ll read the updates of the board, then the extra things.”

Lilian reads off of the papers, reciting the same old updates as always, but she says something that catches his attention.

“Wait, what was that?”

“Dr. Kim is on the other side of the island on a botany trip. You also have an appointment with him late this week for your nephew.”

“He’s here? Hm,” He sighs, tapping his nails thoughtfully, “can you squeeze a meeting in with him tomorrow, at any time.”

“Sure sir,” She writes some things down and nods, “may I ask why?”

“I need to talk to him about my nephew and a few other things.” She nods, satisfied with his answer.

And you would be other things.

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miracalicethebookgirl · 5 years ago

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The Phony and the Famous Pt. 4

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Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3.

Summary: Lila spreads lies about being famous with worldwide connections to increase her local popularity. She’s confident that Marinette will never be able to prove otherwise. What she, and even Marinette herself, don’t realize is that Marinette won’t have to do any of that to come out on top. - A story in which everything Lila lies about, Marinette turns into reality for herself, usually unknowingly (our girl is quite the lucky one, after all).

“During our world travels, my diplomat parents have helped me convince the leaders of several nations to agree to reduce world pollution. And I’m very optimistic that the prince will jump on board.”

Season 2, “Catalyst (Heroes’ Day - Part 1)”

...

“So,” Otis Césaire began, “let me get this straight.” He steepled his fingers together and pointed them to the teens before him. “Le Parc des Félins, the zoological park for wild cats, reached out to the two of you about hosting a fundraiser.”

“Actually, they reached out to just me. Y’know, being the cat hero and all. But then I reached out to Marinette because I thought it’d be great publicity since she saved Jagged Stone’s crocodile last week. She was trending for several days!”

Otis stared at Chat Noir, who kept grinning expectantly.

Marinette awkwardly smiled from beside him.

“Does Alya know you’re here?” he asked.

Her smile turned into a grimace. “Not yet. I figured we’d get official approval from you—since you work at the Parc Zoologique de Paris—and the zoologists from the Parc des Félins first. Alya gets a bit excitable when it comes to the heroes and I didn’t want her to make any false announcements on her blog by accident.”

Otis chuckled. “That sounds like my daughter alright. Okay, I’ll bite. Sounds like an interesting endeavor for both parks but why are the two of you planning this instead of an actual marketing person from Parc des Félins? Or any sort of event planner?”

“Hey now, Mari’s done event planning before!” Chat Noir admonished the man. “Besides, you're never too young to become a philanthropist.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “What he means to say is, the fundraiser is going to be our own little project even though the Park des Félins reached out to him first. They were reaching out to see if Chat would want to do something like this. But he’s being overzealous about it and wanted to organize something right away. He came to me saying he wanted my input since I’m such an ‘animal lover sensation’ right now but I know he just needed someone who actually knew how to put an event together.”

“Give your partner some credit, Mari. You wound me.”

Before Marinette could reply and probably send the teens off on a tangent, Otis cleared his throat to bring their attention back.

“I’m all for it. But,” he added before the two could thank him, “where will the funds for hosting this event come from? This zoo has no budget set aside for something as spontaneous as this.”

“I wasn’t kidding when I was talking about philanthropy,” Chat quipped. He pulled out a sleek black, gold-engraved checkbook from the pocket of his suit. “Gimme the numbers and I’ll jot them down.”

Otis gave a scandalized look while Marinette gawked at him.

“What are you doing?!” She snatched the checkbook out of his hands and attempted to cram it back into his pocket. “You’ll go revealing your identity that way, you stupid cat!”

Chat burst out laughing.

“Relax, relax! This is just a little pocket notebook.” He took the “checkbook” back and flipped through the pages to show them that it was merely filled with blank white paper. “I’m not that careless. You seem a little stressed these days, Marinette. I thought a prank would cheer you up.”

Rather than laugh, Marinette just put her face in her hands and groaned. “Not. Funny.”

Otis just shook his head at their antics and nudged them back on track with a smile.

By the end of the hour, agreements were made, plans were tweaked and contact info was exchanged. It amused Otis how serious the teens looked when they each shook his hand, trying to come across as formal and businesslike.

“Come by for dinner tonight,” Otis offered to Marinette. “I’m sure Alya and the twins would love to hear about this straight from the person planning it. Ah, and you’re invited as well, Chat Noir, if you’re free.” He added the last part hastily when the hero had a badly hidden hopeful look on his face. Otis wasn’t sure what Ladybug and Chat Noir did outside of akuma-fighting hours but he should have extended the invitation regardless.

From the way those artificial(?) ears perked up, it was the right choice.

“I’d love to!”

Marinette rolled her eyes fondly and accepted as well.

…

“Marinette! Marinette! Hide us or we’ll turn into Sapotis!”

Otis looked up from his issue of National Geographic to see Ella and Etta run behind Marinette as soon as the girl entered the apartment. Alya came running out of the twins’ room with an evil laugh.

“Bwahaha! You won’t be able to become Sapotis because Lady Wifi will freeze naughty little children first!”

“Nooooo!” the little girls laughed. They ran to the living room and over to the couch where they leaped onto Otis.

“Save us, Daddy!” Ella cried, giggling all the while.

“We need Animan’s powers to defeat Lady Wifi!” Etta added.

“I’ll do my best. After all, panthers are super fast!” Otis ensued in a game of keep-away with Alya and the twins while Marinette walked to the kitchen to greet Marlena. Nora also emerged from her room at all the voices, knowing that it meant dinnertime was near.

Once all the girls calmed down, Otis took his place at the dining table and turned to Marinette once everyone was seated. “Is our other guest not coming over after all?”

Alya looked to her friend. “Huh? You didn’t tell me you were bringing someone.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise. He’s coming separately but I guess he’s a little late.” Marinette shrugged. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

As if waiting for that cue, there was a rapping on the balcony’s glass door. They all turned to see—

“Chat Noir?!”

Alya practically tripped over herself trying to run to the door and open it hastily. “What are you doing here?” She reached into her pocket for her phone in what Otis recognized by now to be her reaction when either hero was even mentioned.

Chat stood in the doorway and lifted a hand to the back of his head. “Well, your dad invited me to dinner and I hope I’m still welcome?” he answered sheepishly, an odd thing to see coming from the normally boisterous and confident boy.

Alya just gaped at him, so Marinette walked over and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside and seating him right next to her. “Of course you are! C’mon, Al, let’s introduce him to everyone.”

That shook the other girl out of her daze. “I can’t believe I’m about to have dinner with Chat Noir. The only thing that could make this better is if Ladybug were here!”

Otis thought Marinette looked rather uncomfortable when she laughed at that. He brushed that thought away however so he could calm Alya down.

Everyone managed to settle down again, so he began to explain the fundraiser proposal that Chat Noir and Marinette had presented to him and how he received approval from the Parc Zoologique’s director. The teens chimed in every so often between their hearty bites of food to add little details or answer the dozens of questions Ella and Etta kept throwing at them.

“Alya, what did I say about phones at the table?” Marlena scolded.

Alya pouted but put her phone away. “Sorry, Mom. But you can’t blame me for wanting to get video proof of Chat Noir at my dinner table.”

Swallowing down some food, Chat Noir piped up. “You can take all the videos or photos you want later. I’ll be happy to tell you more about the fundraiser with my princess here.”

Alya raised an eyebrow at Marinette, who looked like she was trying to melt into her chair. “‘Princess,’ huh?”

“Don’t spoil my dinner with your gross flirting, Mr. Whiskers.”

“Nora,” Marlena lightly admonished.

“It’s Anansi, Mom. Anansi. ”

“If Nora is Anansi then we’re Sapotis!”

“Sapotis!”

The table talk quickly devolved into several side conversations happening over each other, something Otis came to expect every evening. From the way Marinette argued with Alya about something, it seemed the girl had become used to it as well despite coming from a much smaller household.

When he looked beside him to the cat hero however, he was surprised to see the boy looking rapidly at everyone else at the table, as if wondering which conversation to follow.

“Not used to big family dinners, eh?” Otis asked him.

Chat Noir looked a bit relieved to finally have his attention focused somewhere. “Uh, no, not really. I usually eat my meals alone.”

Hearing that, Otis felt sad for the boy. He put a hand on his shoulder, hoping he could say something to cheer him up. “I bet dinners like this with your friends are quite special then.”

Chat Noir managed a small smile. “Yeah,” he whispered. Otis didn’t miss the glance towards the girl sitting beside the hero. “They really are.”

Hiding a knowing smile, Otis left it at that and joined in on the different conversations. He and Marinette managed to coax Chat Noir into talking more as well, and dinner ended on a high note.

After everyone grabbed a plate of mille-feuille that Marinette brought over from the bakery, Nora, the twins and Marlena all left to do their own things so Otis and the rest of the teens could talk more about the fundraiser.

Alya brought her phone out triumphantly, now that they all sat on the living room couches, and faced the camera to the other three.

“Let’s just get right to it. I can edit an intro into the video later.”

And so Alya asked her questions and Chat Noir and Marinette took turns answering, much of which was already said during dinner but Alya continued to play up her surprise every now and then. Otis only spoke when prompted since he wasn’t really used to being formal on camera.

“So whose idea was the fundraiser anyway?” Alya asked, winding down the interview and putting her phone away. She had enough content to satisfy her audience and expressed that she wanted to continue chatting more casually.

“Everything is Chat’s idea,” Marinette quickly responded.

Chat Noir tutted. “True, but I put you in charge, Mari. Honestly, I don’t think I could do any of this without you.”

While Marinette spluttered and a blush crept on her face, Otis jokingly said, “Oh, so I guess the actual zoologists are just chopped liver, eh Chat Noir?” Which just got the hero falling over himself as well trying to correct himself. Alya just cackled loudly at the other two making a mess of themselves.

Shaking his head fondly at all of them, Otis stood up and assured Chat Noir that it was all in jest. Otis then bid them all a good night as he had to wake up early for work the next day, and told Marinette and Chat Noir that he looked forward to working with them.

They were good kids. And Otis would do his best to make this fundraiser the greatest event the zoos have ever put together.

…

Otis wasn’t sure where everything went wrong.

For the past few weeks, Marinette, Chat Noir and the small teams from the Parc Zoologique and the Parc des Félins worked tirelessly but flawlessly together to make sure this fundraiser was a success.

Grants were approved by the city and the director of the Parc Zoologique signed off on the necessary documents to give them permission to host the event on zoo grounds. Caterers were hired, including Marinette’s own parents, so delicious food was guaranteed. Invitations went out to zoo patrons through written letters and emails and promoted through the news and all forms of social media. Marinette had gotten hold of a band—Kitty Section—to provide some ambience or to take song requests from guests. Even Chat Noir got Ladybug to agree to make a brief appearance and photo op, which was sure to rouse much interest from the greater population of Paris. (Apparently it was difficult to persuade Ladybug to attend any sort of public event for any length of time.)

Within a week, the tickets were sold out and the waitlist was a mile long.

Marinette had acted quickly and requested to speak with the zoo director. Next Otis heard, the director announced that the fundraiser location would expand to encompass the entire zoo from what was initially just their biggest pavilion. Temporary barriers would be erected between the walkways and the habitats so the animals’ evening routines were not interrupted. Mobile food carts from all over Paris were invited to sign up for a spot in the zoo to run their businesses in addition to the zoo’s permanent food carts and restaurants so the massive influx of guests wouldn’t go hungry.

One after another, issues were resolved with a swiftness that Otis never thought he would see coming from a young teenager. And with such ingenious solutions too.

By the day of the fundraiser, everyone was talking about it. Adrien Agreste, a local celebrity—and his daughter’s classmate—had been signal boosting the event through Instagram, even committing to his own attendance. According to Alya, this apparently drove his fans crazy about getting tickets themselves. Add them to fans of Chat Noir and fans of wildlife conservation, and suddenly you were a loser if you were going to be one of the few in Paris who wouldn’t even tune in to the live streaming of the event if you couldn’t be there personally (Alya’s words, not his).

With such a large scale event, Otis expected there to be some hiccups along the way and steeled himself for when those problems arose.

And yet.

He couldn’t help but feel more and more disheartened when the problems kept piling up one after another.

It started with the live stream. When the time came for the stream to begin, it was discovered that some cameras weren’t working even though they had double checked them earlier in the day during the zoo’s hours of operation. The several camera feeds with technical difficulties were spread to the far corners of the zoo and with only two IT people, the issue would not be resolved for quite some time.

Thankfully, Marinette found a solution almost immediately by calling over a classmate of hers—Max, who was a technological genius. With Chat Noir’s superhuman capabilities, Max and the IT people were able to swiftly examine all the troublesome cameras and fix them within minutes.

Next, a handful of volunteers that were supposed to check in with a zoo employee failed to show. The employee had come running to Marinette and Otis in a panic because some of their planned events were suddenly understaffed. Everything was already scheduled to start, so Marinette rounded up many of her classmates and delegated them equally to each portion of the zoo that needed help. They obeyed with no fuss so Marinette was able to speak to the frazzled employee one on one. Together they determined that the volunteers had all confirmed their time a week before and had been emailed the directions on how to find the zoo employee.

Marinette suggested the employee check his phone to see if any of the volunteers contacted him and he was surprised to find that many people had gotten lost on their way into the zoo. Otis followed as they backtracked the directions from the email and discovered that some signs specifically made for the volunteers had gone missing. Chat Noir had joined them by then and was able to raise himself up above the zoo with his staff and easily spot the gaggle of lost volunteers.

Of course the problems didn’t end there. An item from the auction had been knocked into a pot of chili. The rhinos began rampaging in their habitat. Kitty Section had somehow misplaced half of their wires and cords.

Otis was surprised an akuma hadn’t also appeared yet. He had to hand it to the amazing team they had. If a problem didn’t have an immediate and obvious solution, Marinette was quick to produce a plan of action and no one argued with her.

But he could see how the stress was beginning to weigh her down, how her reassuring smile became more strained by the minute. One look at Chat Noir showed that he was no different but not once did he hesitate to follow Marinette’s commands.

It shamed Otis to see that the hero had to treat the fundraiser like a draining battle than the fun event that it was supposed to be.

At some point, Alya took her father aside.

“I think I know who’s behind all of this.”

“Behind…? Surely these problems are just really bad coincidences. Who would want to sabotage a fundraiser?”

Alya’s eyes were spitting fire. “Lila.”

“Who is Lila?”

Crossing her arms, Alya tried to explain as fast as she could.

“She’s a girl in our class who has this habit of lying to make others look bad and make herself look amazing. She has it out for Marinette because she was the first one to call her out. She managed to get Marinette temporarily expelled a while back!”

Alya ran a hand down her face aggravatedly.

“I never even realized what a lying snake she was until recently, when she tried to claim that this fundraiser was all her idea and that Marinette had been stealing all the credit. Anyway, I’ve spotted her around some suspicious spots today and I’d bet five of my blogs that she’s the one causing this mess.”

Otis frowned and rubbed his beard. “What a nasty person. Well, the best we can really do about her now is to catch her trying something else and then escorting her off the premises. After all, this is merely conjecture right now. I’m not outright dismissing your claims,” he quickly added when he saw his daughter about to argue. “But we have to go about this sensibly and right now, our priority is to keep the fundraiser going as smoothly as we can. If we run into this Lila girl, we can keep an eye on her to try and prevent other mishaps.”

Alya begrudgingly agreed to do as her father said. Though she eagerly accepted the task of spreading a warning about Lila to the rest of the zoo’s employees and volunteers.

After that, there were suspiciously no more incidents. In fact, they managed to reach their $500,000 goal through in-person donations alone, thanks in large part to Adrien Agreste’s generous $250,000 donation on behalf of his father. Many fans followed the model’s lead and nearly matched it. Then when Ladybug finally showed up, online donations skyrocketed.

Leaving Ladybug and Chat Noir to the masses, Otis took the opportunity to look for Marinette so he could personally share the good news with her. She had gone above and beyond for a month straight and deserved to know ASAP that her hard work paid off, especially with how rocky the day started.

On his way to the main pavilion however, Otis heard strange metallic clanking coming from the other side of one of the barriers. He noted that the sound was coming from the panther enclosure, which was a great cause for concern.

Rounding the barrier, Otis was shocked to see a teenage girl—who matched the description his daughter had given him—attempting to unlatch the gate that separated the enclosure to the main walkways where visitors usually stood.

“Hey!” he yelled sharply, causing the girl to jolt. “What are you doing?”

He ran over and slammed a hand on the gate, doing a quick examination to ensure that it would remain shut.

Otis spun back to face the girl. Lila, he recalled, was her name.

“Well? Are you going to explain yourself?” he demanded. “You could have endangered not just yourself, but everyone else in this zoo. Not even from the panther itself, but from the massive panic this could have caused.”

He didn’t expect the girl to collapse to her knees and begin bawling her eyes out.

“It was all Marinette’s idea!” she cried, covering her face with her hands. “She’s blackmailing me and she said she’d expose all of my secrets if I didn’t let the animals out! Please, I didn’t know what else to do!”

This made Otis furious. How dare this—this unrepentant liar accuse such a genuine and hard-working girl of such nonsense?

“Come with me,” he said, though it was without any compassion. “If Marinette is really blackmailing you, then you can tell the whole story to the police.”

Lila’s eyes widened and she stuttered something out about Marinette corrupting the law before she got up and ran for it.

“Hey!”

Otis gave chase but as soon as they rounded the barrier, he lost her in the crowd.

Just great.

By then, Otis’s stress levels had reached an all-time high, he thought he was going to have an aneurysm.

But all of that faded away and only anger remained when a certain voice echoed in his head.

“Animan, too many humans are ignorant to the majestic power of the wild and try to use it for their own selfish gains. I’m going to give you a little extra power this time around to show people what it’s like to be a mere animal and how it feels to be so low on the food chain. In return, you will capture me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous!”

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

…

When Otis was back to full awareness, he found himself sitting on the ground in the middle of the pavilion and being hugged by his daughter.

Meters away, he saw Marinette being scooped up in her own embrace by…not exactly Chat Noir…uh, what was his name again? Oh! Mister Bug!

Mister Bug set Marinette back down on the ground but he didn’t let her go.

“When I saw a hawk dive in and pick a hamster up off the ground I thought it was you! I couldn’t be sure but now you’re here and you’re okay…” he trailed off into quiet muttering. Marinette simply hugged him back.

“Dad, are you okay?”

Otis blinked and looked down at Alya, who had pulled back and looked at him in concern.

“Oh, yes, I’m quite fine. Thanks to Ladybu—er, Mister Bug and I’m guessing Lady Noire? I just hope people weren’t too badly hurt.”

Alya patted her dad’s shoulder. “Lady Noire never showed up but everyone’s as fine as they can be. Animan had the same powers from last time but also turned half of the fundraiser guests into tiny mammals. Thankfully no one got eaten.”

Otis breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning into a small animal was bad enough. No one needed the trauma of being eaten alive.

“Are you alright?”

Otis and Alya looked up at the red hero. Marinette stood beside him. Seeing them like that, Otis felt a little deja vu and thought the image wasn’t very strange at all. Like they fit together. He shook his head. Maybe Tom was getting in his head. He vaguely remembered one time when the man ranted to him about how Chat Noir broke his daughter’s heart but that they would have made an adorable couple if it had worked out.

When Otis realized the teens were waiting for an answer, he stood and responded, “Never been better. This old man’s still got a lotta kick in him. How else will I keep up with the monkeys and lions?”

Marinette and Mister Bug sighed in relief while Alya chuckled.

“Well, now that that’s over with, we can get back to the fundraiser if people still want to be here.” Marinette looked around at all the guests who were wandering around finding family and friends—a typical post-akuma sight.

“Why don’t you check what people are saying online?” Mister Bug suggested. He stepped away. “Meanwhile, I’ve gotta find Ladybug and give her Miraculous back.”

As soon as he left, Marinette shuffled her feet. “Oh, phew! That was a wild battle!” she exclaimed. “I suddenly really have to pee!” And off she ran.

“Does she act like that often?”

Alya pulled out her phone and did as Mister Bug said. “Run off while shouting some weird excuse? Yeah, it’s like a daily ritual.”

Thinking it best to ignore it, Otis looked around at the milling guests while Alya relayed online reactions to him. Apparently, more people had tuned in to the live stream during the akuma attack to watch the action in real time and had begun donating again after the defeat. Many expressed the hope that the fundraiser continued, and by the look of things at the zoo, Otis believed that it wouldn’t be much trouble to continue where everything left off.

Minutes later, Marinette and Chat Noir both came running back and Otis shared his thoughts.

“Are you sure?” Marinette asked. “Something made you upset enough to get akumatized and we don’t want you to be forced to feel that way again. We’ve far surpassed our fundraising goal so we can end the night here.”

Otis shook his head. “I’m positive. There’s no reason to shut everything down now when everyone is still eager to see what else we have in store. Besides, the event should run smoothly all the way to the end as long as we find that lying brat and keep her off the premises.”

The other three looked surprised.

“Lila? You ran into her?” Alya asked, looking ready to run off and find the girl herself.

“Heh.”

They all looked to Chat Noir and he gave them a mischievous grin.

“I don’t think we’ll be having any more problems with her today.”

“What do you mean, Chat?”

“Well, Princess, near the end of the battle I spotted a certain opossum getting flung into the penguin habitat. Perhaps we should check there for suspicious characters and get en-closure.”

The girls eyed each other for a moment before they sped off in the direction of the penguins.

Otis chuckled and followed at a more leisure pace, checking in with employees along the way with Chat Noir.

Fifteen minutes later and a soaking wet Lila Rossi was being escorted to a medical tent to change into dry clothes and then warm up for the rest of the evening under the watchful eye of a nurse. Meanwhile the fundraiser festivities continued.

…

The next day, it was announced to all of Paris that Marinette and Chat Noir’s joint zoo fundraiser raised over $5 million because the majority of the city’s population had donated. The most notable donors were the Agreste family, the Tsurugi family, Jagged Stone and the Bourgeois family, with their donations totalling just a little over $2 million alone.

#MariNature trended for a whole week.

To Marinette’s (and Adrien’s) embarrassment, #marichat and #maribug were still being used a month later.

#ml fic #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #otis cesaire #alya cesaire #lila rossi #marichat #maribug #zoos #wildlife conservation #the phony and the famous

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kileyrose-2003 · 5 years ago

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Dan Torrance x Fem! Reader Pt. 4

A/N: Hello lovelies, this is Pt.4 of my Dan fic with it revolving around Rose. Bare with me while I write Pt.5. I have a couple of new request coming out through out the course of this week and the next week. Pt. 5 will be picking up with Rose’s perspective on things so be prepared for an emotional roller coaster. I sincerely hope you all are doing well and I love you all. Link to intro is here, Pt.1, Pt.2, and Pt.3

Enjoy!

You spent the rest of the night in yours and Danny's bedroom, never falling asleep and simply staring at the ceiling. "How could she?" Was a recurring question you found your asking over and over as images of the poor baseball boy entered your mind.

He had a family that was never going to see him again. That was always going to wonder where he was and if he was safe. There would never be any closure for them and you found your lip trembling and eyes watering at the very thought of it.

Danny didn't fall back asleep either. Constantly pacing back and forth from the guest bedroom to the kitchen in some sort of attempt to try and release some of his worry about you. He yearned to hold you in his arm and to just make all the pain go away even though he knew he couldn't do that for you. No one could.

He was scared too. Scared that one of the members of The True Knot was going to come after you and hurt you. Or worse, they'd take you from him and all he'd be left with for a clue would be a rummaged through purse and a shoe that had no matching pair. Though he tried his hardest not to think of that. He didn't want to lose you. He feared losing his control that you helped him craft to control his power to not hit the end of the bottle. Because he knew if he didn't have you, he would go back to the end of the bottle.

Around 9:30 you heard a knock on your bedroom and rolled over in bed although you were awake. "You can come in!" You called out. Danny peaked his head through and smiled. "Hey..I didn't know if you were hungry but I made coffee and breakfast. I don't know if it's as good as your cooking but I figured I try."

Despite how dead you felt inside you managed to smile. "Thanks honey...just give me a minute to wash my face and stuff, please?"

"Sure. I'll see you in the kitchen." He blew you a kiss. "I'll be there." You clambered out of bed once he walked away and walked into the bathroom connected to your bedroom and turned the light on.

You turned the water on and stared at your reflection in the mirror, taking note of how puffy your eyes looked and how tired you felt. You hadn't felt that way since you were working in that bar back when you met Danny. "God, I'm a fucking mess."

You lowered your head and threw some water on your face. The coolness alleviating some of the pain from your puffy eyes. You reached out for your face wash to wash some of the smudged makeup from the previous day but something didn't feel right. You were cold and you felt your heart racing. Almost like you were anxious. You set your hands down on the counter and gripped the sink. Trying to get rid of some of the anxiety. You noticed your ring was glimmering from the light shining down on it from your vanity and you found your lips twitching to form a smile.

(That's a nice ring you got there, Y/n. Danny spend his entire paycheck on that or did he inherit it?)

You felt the hairs on your arms standing straight up and you moved your hands away from the sink to see a set of glowing blue eyes staring back at you in the mirror. 'Rose.'

(Well, hi there darlin.)

"Shit!" You tripped over the mat in your bathroom and fell back into the wall, squeezing your eyes shut. "You're not real, you're not real. You can't hurt me here or anymore. Go away!"

(Oh sweetie, I'm very much real.)

"Stop!"

(We've always been connected, you and I. Even all that time we didn't see or speak, I always knew where you were. I just never bothered to reach out. Until now. Now that I know what special people you have in your life now that you hold so dear to you, I feel obliged too.)

"Don't you even think about getting near them or I'll-"

(You'll what? Kill me? Please, you and I both know you don't have guts to come back home and look me in the eye and admit you were wrong. Let alone kill me. You've always been the baby in the group.)

"I'm a lot stronger now, than you think I am."

(We'll see about that when the time come for it. There's no escaping me, Y/n. Or your fate. You were always meant to be with us. One of us. The sooner you accept that, the easier that process will be for you.)

Despite Rose's still face you could see the psychoticness glinting in her eyes. "I could never be like you! I'm nothing like you! Especially after what you did to that little boy."

(Oh yes you are. You're my spitting image. In more ways than one, honeybunch.)

You could feel Rose inside your head, peaking at all your thoughts and memories and you gripped at your hair.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

(My! Aren't you a busy girl?)

"Get out! Get out of my head!" The mirror began to shake and you let out a scream. "GET OUT!"

"Y/n?! Y/n! What's happening?" You could practically feel Rose laughing with malicious glee at the panic she was causing. "Stay away from me, Danny! Stay away!"

(No, come closer Danny Boy. I still haven't gotten the pleasure of seeing your face.)

"Stop! Stop! This has nothing to do with him." As much as you swore to yourself you wouldn't cave in to give her any satisfaction, you couldn't do it anymore and tears started flowing down your cheeks.

"But it does." Her voice. It shouldn't be that close to you. You felt soft hair brush up against your shoulder and the smell of strong musky incenses and flowers enter your nostrils. Her breath was so close to your ear, you could practically feel the moisture from it sitting on your skin. "I'd imagine even after all those years in AA, he still would taste like whiskey."

You started swinging your arms and kicking your legs. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM! GET AWAY! GET AWAY!"

"Y/n!" Dan went running down the hallway. "What's wrong?!" You could see his feet from the crack of the door. "Don't come in! I-i can handle it."

"Bullshit, you can." You could hear him grabbing the skeleton key and you freaked out. "No! No! No!" You didn't Rose in the mirror or standing next to you anymore but if she was right on you being connected, you didn't know if she could hear or see what you were either.

The knob on the bathroom door began to jiggle and Dan opened the door. "Y/n." You shook your head. "Stay back."

"Y/n-" You pointed a finger up at the bathroom mirror. "She-she was looking at me!

"Who?" He shut the water off and helped you off the ground and held your hands in his to try and stop you from trembling. "Rose, that woman who killed that little boy!" You started sobbing.

"Okay..okay." He pulled you into hug and ran a hand through your hair, looking at the bathroom mirror with contempt. "It's alright, honey. She's gone."

"She knows your name, Danny. I don't like it." He kissed your hair. "If that's all she knows, that's the least of our worries." You tried to interrupt him but he shushed you. "It's all going to be alright, I promise." He wiped a tear from your cheek and held your face in his hands. "Okay?"

"Okay." He let go of you and held your hand. "Come on, let's get out of here." You nodded and flicked the switch in the bathroom, following Danny out to the kitchen.

You sat down at the island and he set your coffee and breakfast of you. "Thank you." He gave a slight nod and you looked him up and down. "Why are you jeans so early?"

"I'm covering Teenytown for Billy this morning, helping out with the train." You giggled and shook your head, taking a sip of your coffee. "You're such a man child."

"True, but I'm your man child." You smiled briefly and Dan's face changed as he watched you for a moment. "Look, about last night...we're good, right?" You were quick to nod. "Yeah..what made you think we weren't?" You asked. "I don't know.. it just made me a little nervous that you wanted to sleep alone last night." You let out a sigh and Dan held your face. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or upset you last night because I was acting like an asshole but look..I love you, okay? I just worry about you."

"I know, but I'm okay. I promise." Your eyes interlocked and Dan's lip hinted at a smile. "Alright." You stood up and he kissed you gently on the lips. "I love you."

"Love you too. You'll be home for dinner?" He shook his head. "AA meet tonight then work. I stop vacation today, remember?"

"Damn it. I totally forgot. It's okay though. No big deal." You smiled. "So I'll probably be home around eight tomorrow morning. I can stop at that cafe you like on the way back. Get some coffee and bagels. How's that sound?" You looped your arms around his neck. "Sounds great. You spoil me. You know that? More than I deserve."

"With all you've done for me over the years, I wouldn't call it spoiling. It's my showing of appreciation." He booped your nose and you giggled. You released him from your hold and leaned your body against the fridge as you watched Dan slip his shoes on. "See you later, sweetheart."

"See ya." You looked out the window to watch him leave. "Promise me you'll be alright?" Dan yelled from outside and you let out a sigh. "I'll be fine. Love you!"

"Love you more!" Dan got in his car, giving you a slight wave before pulling out the driveway. You breathed inwardly and turned away from the window, looking at the huge REDRUM on the wall and felt chills run up your spine. "You'll be okay, Y/n..you'll be fine."

"You're not really okay though, are you?" You were thrown off guard and looked behind you. There was a man standing in the corner wearing a navy blue suit. "You must be Dick."

"Indeed I am. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n." His energy felt warm and it brought a smile to your face. "It's nice to meet you too."

"When Danny was a boy he'd talk to me a lot about you. It feels like a second ago but I imagine it's not. This world is a dream of a dream to me now." You nodded. "He's doing okay now? Last time I seen Dan, he was down the gutter bad."

"Yeah, he's okay now. He's been sober 8 years," You hummed. "Good." You stood away from the fridge. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here because it all comes run. Ka is a wheel, Miss Y/n. Though something tells me you know that already." You didn't respond for a moment and Dick sighed.

"He doesn't want to help her. He says it's too dangerous for me." Dick chuckled heartily. "Yeah well, he doesn't have much of a choice in the matter. Does he? He owes a debt. Now he needs to pay it."

"Is it going to hurt him though? To repay it?" You rubbed your face. "Either way, it's out of our control. Over 30 years later I'm still on the hook. Same thing with your mother too. Your debt is partially paid though."

"Partially?" Dick smiled. "I know where you come from, Miss Y/n. I knew since the moment Danny first talked to me about you and I knew you were two of a kind. While the two hollow souls that raised you keep at hurting children while their shine dies and their addiction grows, yours shines bright and you ended the cycle for someone else. Fighting for the separation of identity from that upbringing. I can say only that much."

He turned away. "It seems to me despite all odds, you grew up mighty fine Miss Y/n. You keep at whatever you're doing with Dan because it's working. I'll see him later on but after that, neither of you will see me anymore. You still owe a small sum of debt though: pay it."

Before you could say anymore, Dick was gone and you started crying. "Fuck! I-i can't face them. I'm not strong enough to face them." You sunk down to the floor and started rocking yourself back and forth, glancing up at the REDRUM occasionally. "I should of never of dragged him into this. I'm going to get him killed!"

You desperately wanted Danny to come home. To have him hold you in his arms and tell you it all was a bad dream. The worst nightmare you ever had but you knew that wasn't true.

You looked at your reflection on the metallic surface of the fridge and hated what you seen. You didn't see yourself. You seen that girl. That girl who was so scared of the world because no matter how she got told she was loved and safe, she never felt. Because even when she was in a better place, the pains she buried deep inside would open themselves. Bleeding into her happiness and when people would ask her if she was okay she would smile, giving them a show they always believed because even though she could see the truth she never wanted to face it. You weren't that girl anymore. You were strong and you were true. So why did you see that girl now?

"Because I'm afraid," You answered aloud. You didn't want to go back to Colorado and see Crow and Rose but you knew you had to and you could do it. You weren't a child anymore and they had no control over you. You were in charge of your life now and you were free to make your own decisions. For the time in a while, you felt like you were loved. You loved Danny and he loved you and you weren't about to let go of that so easily. "I won't let them hurt him. Him or that little girl." There was a soft knock at the door and wiped your face. "Just a second, please!"

"Okay!" You knew that voice. Just where from, you didn't know. You looker out the peep hole before unlocking the door. "Hi, Aunt Y/n!"

The nickname sunk deep in your mind and everything clicked together like a puzzle and you stared at child in front you before speaking. "A-abra?!" A pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your waist and hugged you tight. "Yeah. It's nice to finally meet you." You returned the hug back confusedly and eventually let go. "H-honey what are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy not to see you but it's 12. Shouldn't you be at school?" You knew the kid standing in front of you couldn't of been over 13.

"I went for my first three classes but then I skipped because I wanted to see you after everything last night." She noticed your puffy eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah..I'm fine. I'm just glad you're okay." Abra smiled. "Can I come in?" She gestured to the inside of your house. "Yeah. Did you have lunch yet?"

The young girl stepped inside and shook her head. "I'll make you lunch then. You cool with grilled cheese?"

"Yeah, I'm cool with it."

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Being a pediatric nurse meant you had met many different children, all of them with their own unique personalities and traits but by far Abra Stone had to be the most fascinating you knew now. Not only was she steamy but she was highly intelligent for her age. Comprehending things on a level you couldn't even picture yourself doing at her age.

The two of you sat next to each other at the island in your kitchen as the two of you talked. You had her go over the weird radios thing on how she found this boy in the first. "..You have it too, you know. Yours is a little different there because yours is more like a tracker thing. Almost like a GPS." You thought about for a moment. "Yeah..I guess you're right." Abra giggled and took a moment to regain her composure. "So..what exactly is what do called? Magic?"

"Dan always called it the Shining, so now that's what I call it." You shrugged and took a sip of water. "We shine..I like that." You nodded. "Me too. It's better than being called special. That's what my mother used to call me. Though I don't think she meant it in a good way." You rolled your eyes and forced a smile.

"There's not a lot of people like us out there?" You nodded. "And many of the people that are out there and like us, are dangerous."

"Like those people?" You breathed in sharply. "Yes." You paused for a moment. "How are you feeling after everything last night?" Abra sighed. "Okay, I guess. Still a little spooked though. Those people..who are they?"

"Empty devils of a sort. Who I don't want you interacting with. At all." Abra raised a brow. "You've seen them before?" You gave a slight cynical smile. "I guess you can say that." You could tell Abra was trying to dissect the meaning of the sentence but let it go. "What does Uncle Dan think about all this?"

"He won't say it to me but it scares him. He's afraid, for me and you. The hat woman, Rose is her name, she's always known who I am. She doesn't who you are though and I want to keep it that way."

"I hate her..I hate her for what she did to that little boy." You frowned. "I know..me too. When she comes back though, because knowing her the way I do, I know she will; I'm going to help you. Because it won't be a few days from now it will be weeks or months later at a time you least expect it."

"What about Uncle Dan?" You made a face. "He doesn't want to help. Yet. He's married to me though so when the time comes, he's going to help. Whether he likes it or not because I already made it clear to him he has no choice in this." Abra chuckled.

"Anyways, back on topic. With that being said, do not chase after these people. Understand? Or even think about them. Because like how we have weird radios that can find people like us, they have it too. A few of them might have it even stronger than we do and the last thing we need is one of them finding who you are."

"Do they know who Uncle Dan is?" You rubbed your face. "They know his name but not who he is and I'm trying to keep that the same too for as long as I can."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of dragged you both into this. I just panicked and-" You interrupted her. "You don't need to apologize for something you have no control over. I was your age once. I know how it feels to be scared."

"What happens when they find out who we are?" You sighed. "That a mountain we'll conquer when the times but either way, I'm not going to let them hurt you. Got it?"

"Got it." Abra slid off the chairs and gave you a hug. "Thank you for being there for me and believing me." You hugged her back. "Of course."

"I got to go. The bus ride back to my house is about an hour and neither of my parents know I skipped." You nodded and Abra grabbed her bookbag. "Take care of yourself, kiddo. And stay safe please?"

"I will. Bye, Aunt Y/n!" You smiled and waved to her. "Bye honey." As Abra left, you looked at the REDRUM and your posture stiffened. Thinking about how Rose made you seen that girl after you swore to never see her again. You gave her the satisfaction of getting to you but getting Abra, you refused to let that happen. Even if it cost your life.

"I think the fuck not, Rose. I think the fuck not..."

#dr sleep #doctor sleep #rose the hat #the true knot #The Shining #stephen king #danny torrance #dan torrance #imagine #imagines #x fem reader #x female reader

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heck-damn-so-i-draw · 5 years ago

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Evan Fong, the leading investigator of these ghost hunts, stands in front of the cameraman in the group and says the intro they hope to be famous someday to fellow ghost extremists. “Some people believe in ghosts, SOme don’t. There are things in this world we will never fully understand. We want answers. My friends, Brian, Marcel, and Tyler.” He turns to introduce his team. Brian Hanby, an Irish ‘ex’-subway worker, Marcel Cummingham, a video influencer and ghost hunter hype man, and Tyler Wine, the team cameraman who along with Marcel, keeps their tech and equipment working and up to par.

“Are here to help me find answers. Today!” Evan continues to the camera after Tyler is done introducing everyone, “We are here in Wake, North Carolina. Investigating paranormal activity in an old farmhouse. According to the owner of the property, this used to be the sight of a cult group called Onyx Toonz. Strange name for a cult, I know~" The Asian Canadian winked at the camera.

He knew he was the heartthrob of their fans, so he often talked to the camera like a friend he was trying to include.

"Just remember, we find these ghosts to try and help them, free them. I can talk to ghosts. And they talk to me. Brian here can see ghosts, so along with our tech men, we use our gifts to help them once we find them. Alright! Let's get this party rocking."

Evan grinned at the camera until Tyler said cut and put it down. Then his grin fell and he looked to the house they were going to investigate tonight.

The house wasn’t very big, and it was incredibly old. There were places where the roof looked like it wouldn’t last another rainfall. As Evan continued to look at the building, he shivered. He was good at putting on a show. Great at hiding the fact that he was terrified, for the camera. His buddies knew better.

Brian looked at the house, his blue eyes slightly visible glowing in the sunset behind the house. Just because he had a gift like this, doesn’t mean he’s much different from anyone else. His eyes don’t glow like they’re magic, he doesn’t have any special origin- he’s normal! Besides being able to see the dead and all. As they all looked towards the house, Brian’s breath hitched as he could already feel the anxiety swell up in him. Whatever is in there, knew they were coming in. The Irishman sighed once he knew the camera was off. “Are you sure we should be investigating here-? There’s something… Wrong.”

Marcel put his arm around the man and shook him lightly, an excited grin on his face. “C’mon, you heard the owner! He wants to tear the house down anyway. Don’t chicken out on us now, man. I’m sure there’s nothing in that house we can’t handle- Why did you see something bad already?” His tone got excited instead of scared as it should be. “No, no wait. Save it for the camera- We gotta get your real reaction.”

Brian went quiet and just shook his head. Marcel was always excited about the prospect of an adventure, they all were really, but Marcel was always leaping for one. An adrenaline junky.

He was still careful, but not always.

The most careful of the group all in all was probably Tyler, who enforced a lot of the rules they set up the show with.

“Hang on, hang on. I’m getting the camera ready- We need to do a perimeter check to make sure..”

Evan already started to seem distracted. He was hearing a soft ringing in his ears that he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was the high altitude of the town? They had just got here yesterday.

He turned to the group. “First we have to set up our base of operations. I don’t think I’m comfortable putting it in that house.” He looked at Brian as if to affirm his bad feeling, and Brian nodded subtly back.

SO the gang set up their base with a tent and Marcel and Tyler quickly got all of the laptops and equipment set up. Though, as they go inside they’ll have to set up the motion cameras and other things to try and record what they find.

While the tech boys got everything they needed ready, Evan and Brian sat looking towards the house, joking about what would happen tonight or talking about a few things that already seemed off about the place. They didn’t discuss much, saving it for the camera as per normal.

“Alright, it’s all set!” Tyler called as he exited the tent. Marcel followed quickly behind. The two tech men were ready to start the show... Brian and Evan weren’t so ready. Before Evan could say anything, they all heard a thunk! And looked to the house. A kid had thrown a small chunk of cinder block at the door and was running home. Brian’s eyes widened a bit as he saw something he didn’t want to tell the group just yet, and Evan stood up, making Brian stand up too. Tyler shook his head. “Stupid fuckin’ kids. We should talk to his parents-” Before Tyler could finish his thought, Evan nodded. “Already way ahead of you,” Then he started out down the hill towards the house that the child ran off to.

When they got to the front door, Evan knocked on it.

The door opened about 5 seconds later, to a mother with curly brown hair. “Can I help you, gentlemen?” She asked softly, to which Evan put on a smile. “Yes Ma’am, actually, we were hired to investigate the home next door to yours, and we think we saw your son throw something at the door. Can we-” As if on cue, a little boy with brown hair that resembled his mother came out from behind her skirt. “Lui-” The mother started quickly, but her young boy interrupted her, clinging on tight to his monkey stuffie. “You guys shouldn’t go in there. There’s death in there.”

Evan and brian looked at each other with concern in their eyes, and the mother tugged her son back behind her and started shutting the door, laughing nervously. “Oh, kids will say the darndest things~ Sorry boys but it’s Lui’s bedtime.” Then she promptly shut the door. Evan blinked for a minute or two and then turned around to face his team. “Well.. that was a nice little North Carolinian hello, wasn’t it?” Then he started to walk back off the porch and to their base.

~STAY TUNED FOR PT. 2~

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queenmendes · 5 years ago

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new life chapter pt. 2

Summary: Y/N is a young actress; already one of the most known in the industry, She started out on Marvel, playing Feuer (Foi yer) Stark, the adopted daughter of Tony Stark; now with that coming to an end, she is ready to start a new chapter in her life. Who knew it would all begin with a livestream?

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: I do not like how this chapter turned out at all, I rewrote this like 3 times but I wanted to get the next part up for you guys. Also, a little back story: her character in the Avengers name is Feuer, which means fire in German, and her powers consist of basically being able to manipulate and create fire; just to clear up anything because I do make a nickname that relates to that! And later in the chapter, I did mention Y/N having a brother so I am sorry if you don't have one, I kinda based some of the life on my own because I didn't know what else to say. Thank you for the response on the first chapter and I hope you like this one! xxxx

Part 1

The day after the premiere you were on your way to the airport for a flight to London. You would be doing a few interviews in a couple days and decided to take an early trip to see the city. Next to you in the car with your team, was your B/F/N, who has been visiting you for the past week; you thought London would be a nice trip since you have never had time to explore the city the previous times you have been.

“So,” B/F/N stared saying, turning her body to look at you. “Shawn Mendes tweeted you.” She stated.

“Yeah, after I completely embarrassed myself on my own livestream and admitted how hot he was.” Your sarcasm coming out to hide your embarrassment.

“Well, did you say anything else to him?” She pushed. Everyone else in the car stopping whatever they were doing to look at you.

“Oh my god, why is everyone looking at me?” You asked, shocked at all the eyes on you from one simple question.

“Well, did you?” Stacy had a smirk on her face.

“He messaged me after I replied and said he was a fan of my work too and that he would love to meet up if we are ever in the same city and have free time.” You shrugged. Everyone’s smile grew wider at each word you spoke.

“Honey, you do know that he is in London right now for a 3-day concert, right?” Angie, your manager said. You shook your head at her, not knowing that at all.

“Oh my god. You have to go to his concert.” Chris stated, and look at Angie, “See if you can get some tickets.” He said, not even brothering to wait for your reply. The whole team immediately started typing away on their phones as you just sat there, knowing nothing you say will get them to stop. Thankfully, the car stops outside the airport after a few minutes, causing them to stop their research and get out. When you entered the airport, your path veered to the fans that had huddled together; the Canadian Rockstar going to the back of your mind.

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The next day, after landing, you were getting ready to join the rest of the team for dinner. Your outfit consisted of light, high-waisted skinny jeans with a black cami top and a light, fluffy brown jacket over it; black ankle boots on your feet. Your makeup with simple and natural while your hair was in a loose bun with two strands framing your face. As you join everyone else in the lobby, their conversation went quiet as you approached but you didn’t think anything of it.

After making it to the restaurant and being seated, you noticed that everyone was exchanging looks and smiles. Having enough, you set the menu down.

“Alright, what is going on?” You bluntly asked, looking at each person. They all exchanged looks once again.

“We have a surprise for you later; I think you are going to like it.” Angie smiled mischievously. Not remembering the conversation for the day earlier, you just shrugged and continued scanning the menu. Now, what to eat?

“I don’t understand why I have to wear this stupid blindfold.” Was not a statement you thought you’d be saying about an hour later as Chris tied the cloth around your eyes. Everyone ignored your grumbling and started leading you to the destination. You sighed but let them, hoping they weren’t going to let you fall flat on your face. The further you walked, the more noise you heard meaning a bunch of people were all around.

“Okay, now just stand right here. Only a few more minutes.” B/F/N said as you stopped moving, Chris’s hands leaving your shoulders.

“Come on, guys, please?” You begged. The group went quite for a moment.

“Fine.” Stacy said and then someone untied the blindfold and took it away from your eyes. It took a moment to adjust to the dim lights around you but when you do, your eyes go wide and a smile spreads across your lips. Infront of you was a stage with multiple instruments; behind it all, on a big screen was a concert logo reading: Shawn Mendes: The Tour.

“What?” You shrieked loudly, turning to your friends with a bright smile; each person had their own at your reaction.

Before you could say anything else, the lights went low and screams were heard all around you; as the colorful intro video came to an end, a body emerged from under the stage as the music to Lost in Japan played. Throughout the night, you dance and singed, even cried a little but it was amazing. He was even better live, and you were glad to experience it. As the show came to an end, the confetti still floating in the air as the last chord was played and the man of the hour bided everyone goodbye before disappearing.

“He was so good.” You were amazed. The passion in his entire performance was breathtaking. Everyone nodded their head. After gathering your things, you all began to make your way towards the exit but stopped as a few people recognized you and asked for pictures. You happily agreed. As you were occupied with fans, a man approached Angie and they began speaking quietly.

“Y/N, come on, I have another surprise.” Angie said, motioning for you to follow her and the man. You waved goodbye before following her; the rest of the team behind you. The group was led through the brick halls of the arena and after a few minutes, dozens of people came into sight. One, however, outstood all of them, literally. He smiled as the two of you made eye contact and you had to remind yourself to keep your composure as Chris nudge you.

“Hi.” You simply said, a bashful smile and blush on your face. You shared a friendly hug, that last longer than any other would have but you weren’t complaining. His large hands rest on your back as his arms squeezed around you; your head pressed against his chest slightly. God, he was more handsome in person.

“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m a huge fan of your work.” He complimented as you pulled away but neither bothering to put much space in between each other.

“The show was amazing; you were amazing.” You praised the singer in front of you and this time he was the one to blush.

“That means so much, thank you.” He truthfully spoke before gesturing for you to follow him. Shawn led you down the hallway until walking into what looked like a dressing room. He sat down on the couch that was in the room; motioning for you to join him. You sat, with one leg underneath you and slightly turned towards him. Everyone followed in behind, but neither of you paid attention to them.

“So.” Shawn said, turning his body towards you as well, looking dead serious “What happens in Endgame?” You let out a laugh, not expecting the question. Shawn starring at you with a smile. She is even more beautiful in person. He thought as you laughed.

“You aren’t getting anything out of me. Not even with a face like yours.” You had a teasing smile on your face as he mocked hurt. Conversation took off from there. The two of you talked and teased each other for the next two hours. Flirty remarks throw back and forth; neither noticed the time until Andrew, Shawn’s manager, spoke up.

“Hey, we have to leave the arena so they can clean.” Andrew interrupted. Your lip forming a small pout and Shawn looked like he wanted to protest but instead got up and offered you his hand. As people began packing up the room, Shawn lead you into the hallway away from the commotion.

“I really enjoyed talking to you tonight.” Shawn smiled. You gave him one back. “How long are you in London for?” He asked.

“I have the next 2 days free. Why?” You asked, hoping he would be staying too and want to hang out again. Your hopes were answered.

“How about I show you what London has to offer tomorrow?” His expression hopeful for you to agree. It took everything in you not to melt at his cute, hopeful look.

“I would love that.” You agreed. He perked up in excitement. The two of you exchanged numbers as your team walked out, their things in hand. The two of you share a hug before you waved goodbye, walking down the hallway, out of the arena. The smile never leaving your face; or his.

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The next morning, you woke up later than normal; since you had nothing planned expect meeting with Shawn later, you decided to watch Netflix on your laptop. After washing your face and brushing your teeth you were bundled back up in the sheets, Archie Andrews appearing on the screen as a random episode of Riverdale started playing. Not even ten minutes into the episode, your door burst open and walked in B/F/N and Chris; both looking at you like you had three heads.

“What the hell are you doing?” B/F/N asked, gesturing towards your current position in a blanket burrito.

“Watching Riverdale.” Your tone confused as to why she was asking what she can clearly see.

“Why? Why? Why?” She repeated as she came over to your side, pausing the show and ripping the blankets off you. A whine left your lips as your body curled into a ball as the cold air made itself known. She grabbed your arms and pulled up into a sitting position.

“What is happening?” You asked, looking at Chris for help but he just laughs before making his way to the closet that had your clothes hanging neatly.

“Shawn Mendes asked to show you London today. Shawn fucking Mendes. Fucking London.” She slowly said as if you were a child. “You have to look good today.” She began leading you into the bathroom connected to the room and started the shower; she would’ve stripped you of your clothes herself, but you put your foot down. Deciding to do what she wanted, you hopped in the shower, relaxing under the hot water.

You walked out of the bathroom once you were done, a towel tightly wrapped around your body and hair. B/F/N and Chris had three outfits laid on the bed and once you got into their sight, began barking orders at you.

“Guys, he hasn’t even texted me a time yet. Can you calm down? You’re making me nervous” You said as B/F/n threw some skimpy underwear at you while wiggling her eyebrows. You tossed it back at her, shaking your head.

“Actually, he did while you were showering.” Chris said and that’s when you noticed your phone in his hand. You snatched it from his hand and looked at the screen to see 3 text from Shawn.

Curly-Haired God: Good morning!

Curly-Haired God: I was thinking we could meet around noon for lunch and then go exploring?

Curly-Haired God: That is if you still want to?

You smiled at the words; sensing his nerves that you were similarly feeling. You typed your reply.

Fireball: Good morning to you xo

Fireball: Lunch sounds great!

Oh, maybe the xo was too much, you mentally panicked a little, but it stopped as your phone buzzed in your hand.

Curly-Haired God: Sounds great hun, see you in a bit xo

As you looked up, you noticed Chris and B/F/N reading over your shoulders with smiles of their own. You looked at the time and saw that it read 11:13.

“Okay, now we can rush to get me ready.” You said, calmly placing your phone down. You walked over to the outfits they had selected and being debating which to wear as the other two in the room started getting everything else you (they) would need.

Chris sat you down in a chair and began brushing and blow drying your hair. You decided to curl it slight, leaving it in a soft set of waves. Your makeup was natural; just foundation, mascara with a pink nude lip and a bit of highlight. Finally deciding on the outfit that consisted of a thick, knitted white sweater with light washed, distressed skinny jeans and your black ankle boots. Finishing the look with a three layered, gold necklace that had a crescent moon, your zodiac constellation and coin with a lion in the center of it.

“Damn, you look good.” Chris complimented as you placed medium size hoops in your ears. You smile in thanks. You checked the time and it read 12:07. B/F/N set down a small black purse next to you and sat on the bed next to you. About a minute later, there was a knock on the door. Assuming it was Angie, you opened it but were surprised to see Shawn standing there, his signature smile on his face. You returned the smile, stepping aside to let him in.

“Hey.” He greeted, pulling you into a hug. “You look beautiful.” A blush was present on your cheeks at the compliment. You pulled away from him.

“Thank you.” You smiled. “You look great too.” He really did in his black jeans with his regular black boots; he had on a Tommy Hilfiger hoodie on and his hair was a perfect mess of curls. You moved to grab your purse, swinging it over you shoulder as Shawn greeted the other two people in the room. Already knowing the look on Chris’ face(he was ready to embarrass you somehow), you quickly said goodbye and grabbed Shawn’s hand, pulling him down the hall to the elevators.

“Sorry, I already knew Chris was going to do the ‘big brother’ pep talk on you.” You said as the elevator doors opened to get in. Shawn chuckled and shook his head. “So, what does my amazing tour guide have planned for us today?” You cheekily smiled.

“Oh, that’s a surprise.” He smiled back before pulling you out of the elevator and hotel.

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You were seated across from each other in the local Italian restaurant that Shawn found. You had both just ordered and were now just talking.

“Tell me something no one else knows about you.” Shawn placed his drink down as you thought of your answer.

“I am deathly scared of alligators.” You randomly said. Shawn laughs at your random answer, not expecting it.

“And why is that?”

“If you are in water, it can get you. If you are on land, it can get you. Alligators are double threats.” You stressed your answer. Shawn smiles as you rant about alligators. You blushed when you realized he was staring at you in amusement. “Tell me, Shawn Mendes, what is your favorite movie?” He hums in thought.

“Definitely Harry Potter.” He answered pridefully. You smile at his answer.

“I bet you are a Hufflepuff.” Shawn gasped in offense.

“No. No. No.” He repeated, shaking his head in denial. Gosh, he looked cute with his curls flying everywhere.

“Why does everyone think I’m house Hufflepuff?” You smiled at his serious expression.

“Because, Hufflepuff’s are about hard work and dedication, which you completely are based on the amazing success you’ve had. They are incredibly friendly, and I’ve never seen someone as friend as you in the short time I’ve known you.” You explained you reasoning and suddenly for Shawn, it wasn’t so bad to be a Hufflepuff. “But you could be a Ravenclaw. They are creative and sharp-minded and have wisdom and intelligence. You are all those things. Honestly, you could fit in any house, I think.” Shawn smiled.

“You like Harry Potter?” He finally asked after a moment of silence. You shrugged.

“Well, who doesn’t?” You rhetorically joked. “My brother is a really big fan, so we watched them a lot when I was growing up and I read the books so I would know what was happening.” You explained.

“Do you have any other siblings besides a brother?” He asked.

“No, just Y/B/N. He is 5 years older than me.” You said. “What about you? Any siblings?” You asked. He nodded as his smile got bigger.

“I have a little sister, Aaliyah.” Shawn proudly spoke. The waiter brought out your food; both of you getting pastas. As you dug in, you continued asking questions back and forth to each other; some serious and personal, others goofy and random. Once you were done eating, you began walking the streets of London after a very heated argument with Shawn about who would pay, which you proudly won.

Shawn took you to first to the tourist sights, such as Big Ben, Buckingham Palace and the London Eye. Currently, you were inside one of the carts on the London Eye as it rotated closer to the top; you are watching the city in awe from the view, while Shawn watched you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as that beautiful smile appeared on your face as you watched the city below you. The soft look in your eyes made him melt.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered and Shawn wouldn’t have heard you if he wasn’t standing so close to you. His chest lightly pressed against your shoulder as you held on to the railing. The ride slowly taking you back down to the ground.

“Yes, it is.” He said, but never took his eyes off you. You noticed this out of the corner of your eye and blushed, looking down but didn’t say anything. He subconsciously grabbed your hand as you exited the cart and began leading you into to the London Underground after a minute of walking.

“Where are we going now?” You asked as you both stood in the train, holding onto one of the poles. You didn’t even realize that he still held you hand with the one not holding on, but you did not mind.

“I figured, if you are as cool of a person as I think you are, that means you must like the Beatles.” Shawn explained, and you nodded in agreement that you did in fact enjoy the old band. “Everyone needs to see Abbey Road.” He elaborated. You smiled in excitement to see the iconic crossing. It was only about a 5 minutes ride before you were exiting the underground. He wasn’t wrong. Abbey road was a must see and it was fun to see people doing the iconic position to replicate the album cover. You and Shawn even took a few photos too; for goofy than serious.

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“You know, for someone how had no idea where to go today, you were a really good tour guide.” You said as Shawn lead you back into the hotel you were staying at.

“I knew exactly what I was doing.” He argued. You just looked at him, unconvinced. “Okay, so I had nothing planned today.” He pouted.

“No, no. My dad always told me the best things are the unplanned ones.” You smiled at him before pressing the button to the elevator. “So, what do you have planned for the night now?’ You asked.

“Best things happen unplanned, someone told me” He smiled cheekily as the doors opened.

“Do you want to maybe, order some food and watch Netflix with me?” You nervously asked as the elevator began moving. “I mean, you probably are tired and...” You started but he stopped you.

“No, no, I would love to.” Shawn said. “I really enjoy hanging out with you.” And so, for the next couple of hours, the two of you watched Friends and learned even more about each other. Neither wanting the day to end.

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petersmparker · 5 years ago

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Welcome Home pt 2 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It’s the morning after Peter arrives at your bedroom window and asks if he can stay the night with you.

Warnings: like one curse?? if anyone cares

Word Count: 1473

A/N: this chapter always felt kinda special to me. mostly because I’m super attached to the idea of the reader having a relationship with Peter that’s built on a friendship that’s true to the ones I’ve experienced w the jovial jackassery toward each other?? anyway, please please please let me know what you think!! Message me! send an ask! whatever!!

INTRO PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 EPILOGUE

You wake up before Peter does. Unsurprising, considering the weight of both him and the metal suit encompassing him. It's hard to be too bothered, though, when so comforted by the fact that Peter has managed to sleep at all after spending so long running on fumes. His hair is tickling your nose, he's thrown his leg over yours during the night, cutting off some circulation, and his arm beneath your lower back has it arching a bit uncomfortably, but he's the most at peace that you've seen in two months, and you figure that is a small price to pay for it.

What Peter had said when he'd arrived-- It's my fault that Mr. Stark is dead-- was still very concerning, but you force yourself to keep those worries quelled. You know that once Peter is willing to talk, he'll come to you. For now, you choose to be grateful for last night's progress.

Since you want to let Peter sleep for as long as possible, you find yourself confined to the bed until he wakes. You take the time to message Aunt May and let her know, without too much detail, where Peter is and what he's doing so she doesn't have to worry when she wakes up. It doesn't take long for her to respond with a relieved thank goodness. You spend nearly an hour and a half afterwards awkwardly holding a book in your left hand while you read away the time, running your right up and down Peter's back in between page turns.

He finally wakes when the sun has had a chance to fully rise, shifting as consciousness begins to return to him. During this, the now-warm metal covering his hand slides up your partially exposed side. You shiver and huff out a bit of a startled laugh at the same time that Peter groans softly and says, "I can't feel my arm."

Smiling, you set down your book and lift yourself enough for Peter to slide his left arm out from under you. "My bad," you say, not really feeling or sounding all that guilty as your spine relishes in the feeling of not being bent weird.

"Brat," Peter responds, pushing himself up into a sitting position and running his hands through his messed up curls.

Though you don't express it at that moment, his use of the teasing name sparks hope in you. It's almost as if a night's sleep has put some life back in him.

He stretches his arms up high. You watch the movement, vaguely disappointed by the Iron Spider suit which hides the expanse of his back. "What time is it?" He asks, pulling you out of your thought.

"About ten, by now."

Peter turns around and reaches out to light up your phone screen, seemingly in disbelief, "No way," he says, "I slept for that long?"

"Eleven whole, undisturbed, very clingy hours," you assure, smiling.

He falls back onto the bed next to you and stares at the ceiling, still looking surprised. "I feel kinda better."

"You seem kinda better."

The ghost of a smile alights on his features, but it is quickly replaced by something not unlike guilt. "I'm sorry to have just shown up like that," Peter says, glancing at you, "It was kind of rude. I wasn't feeling great and I was so exhausted that when I swung past the building it suddenly seemed like where I needed to be."

You bring your hand up to his face and turn it back toward you. His eyes meet yours for a moment before he averts his gaze, still looking guilty. Suddenly, you worry that your action may have been an awkward thing to do. "Haven't we lost count of the number of times I've told you that I'm here for you by now?" You question anyway, not moving your hand.

You're reassured when he resumes eye contact, looking more comfortable. "My family all got snapped together, Peter. We're okay. We had some stuff to figure out, sure, but none of us had to suffer through those five years alone. And that means that you, Peter, you are the only person I love who needs me right now. Don't you ever apologize. You could probably kick down my bathroom door while I'm in the shower and demand my attention and I'd hop the fuck out with conditioner still in my hair. I want you to come to me."

Peter stares at you, hard, for a few moments. He puts his hand on yours, which is still resting on his cheek. When he speaks, it's with the first smile he's given you since the return. "I would let you finish your shower after I kicked in your door."

"What a gentleman," you laugh, chest lightening at the sight of his smile, "I'm swooning, Peter. Look at me swoon."

You pull your hand away from his in order to wave it dramatically in front of your face. Peter chuckles, a blessed sound to your ears, and though you suddenly feel like bursting into tears at the joy it brings you, you maintain your facade. "Is it warm in here? My face feels hot. Oh dear."

When you fall dramatically from your side onto your back, Peter takes the opportunity that the extra space provides to snatch the pillow out from underneath his own head and hit you in the face with it. You let him get a few whacks in, giggling, before you grab a hold of it on the next downswing, struggling to pull it from his superhuman grip.

"Submit!" Peter exclaims as he easily manages to pull it from your grasp and hit you several more times, "Tap out!"

"No!" You holler back, launching yourself onto your knees to gain the advantage of higher ground, "Stop cheating, you absolute menace."

Peter falls back to the mattress, gasping, and pushes the pillow upward against your face just enough to make you teeter a bit. "I would never," he says, affronted, pulling his locked elbows back and you forward so the pillow no longer obstructs your view of the betrayed expression he wears.

"You can lift a bus," you insist, putting all of your body weight on the pillow despite the awkward angle in an attempt to force it back down onto his face, "Therefore any use of strength you display is inherently cheating. Jelly arm this fight or I will sue for assault and battery, Peter, I swear to god. I may have let it go before I knew you were Spider-Man, but I will no longer allow it!"

"Alright, fine!"

Peter immediately throws his arms down to the sides of his head. Your weight, no longer supported, instantly falls forward. Had Peter not pushed back his arms before, you'd have rammed the pillow into his face quite hard. As it were, you land, elbows locked, with the pillow in the space your tussle had left between his head and the bed frame. You're left hovering a foot above his face, and you inadvertently realize very, very quickly how beautiful he looks in this moment.

His cheeks are flushed pink, eyes rimmed with dark circles but brighter than they'd been in weeks, messy hair spread out around his head. Seconds pass about as quickly as decades, and despite the eternity you spend there, you can't quite read his expression. Your eyes flicker down to follow the movement of his tongue when it peeks out to moisten his bottom lip, and oh christ-

You all but scramble away, sitting up and putting your back against the wall that the side of the bed is pushed up against. You're silently thankful when Peter only hesitates for a second, looking some odd and vaguely terrifying combination of confused and-- and what? Upset? Angry? Grossed out?

He sits up and shoots you a small smile like it hadn't happened, once again reaching up to fix his hair, which is now monumentally worse than before. "Thanks again," he says, somehow managing to sound like nothing weird and friendship-ruining almost just happened on your behalf, "I guess next time I should dress a bit more appropriately for a sleepover."

The sick feeling that had been seeping through you since the moment you sat up freezes in its tracks and begins to dissipate. "Next time?" You ask.

Peter shifts a bit awkwardly. "I mean, if you're okay with that," he amends quickly, "Obviously I'll back off if you're not, but you said that last night was okay, and. . . I really don't know of any other way to actually get a nights sleep right now."

It's hard not to smile at him when you throw out a leg and lightly kick his side, shocking the unsure expression off his face. "Then I expect I'll be seeing you later tonight, then, huh?"

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marvelsdc22 · 5 years ago

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The Professor And I Season 2 (pt. 16)

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you guys are having a good day/night!! Here’s the final chapter for you guys, for this season anyways, don’t hate me and enjoy!! :)

Note: Lena and Y/N have a heart to heart, everything comes down to this one moment.

Word Count: 1939

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

When you woke up, you felt something could and wet on your forehead, you also took notice that the pain in the stitches on your arm was not as painful or irritated as it had been the past week or so, opening your eyes, you heard someone mumbling to themselves and some papers being shuffled around “What happened?” You asked after a moment, sitting up and the wet washcloth that was on your head falling onto your lap.

Your brows furrowed as you looked down at your lap and realizing your hoodie was not on you anymore, looking over when you heard a chair being pushed out and heels moving towards you “Good, you’re awake” Lena said, you hearing the relief in her voice as she knelt down beside you, holding some water and medication out for you “Your stitches were getting infected… Have you even been cleaning it?” She asked, shaking her head and sighing when you averted your gaze “If you want me to be on this thing with you, you need to take better care of yourself” she scolded, looking at you and you feeling extremely guilty now.

“I forgot… I got sucked into this whole thing-“ “Stop, you are lucky that I was here, you were burning up, still are, you need to take a break and go back to the hospital” Lena said sternly, looking at you and you shook your head “No, I will when this is over with… Lena, my family is in danger and I can’t just sit back and let it happen!” You argued, looking at her and placing your hand on hers “Please, just let me do this” you begged, watching as she bit her lip before she sighed and nodded “Okay” she said softly, feeling you squeeze her hand and smile at her “On one condition”.

Getting to Lena’s after telling Lara you would meet her tomorrow, you were nervous since it had been a good while since you’d been there and you guys weren’t dating this time, so that made it even more awkward “I’ll take the couch” you said, not letting her say no as you went and set your things by the couch before sitting down on it “Do you want anything to drink?” Lena asked, looking at you and trying to get rid of the awkward tension “No, I’m fine…” You assured, pulling your laptop out of your bag and messing with your fingers as you waited for it to boot up, hearing Lena sigh before she vanished down the hallway.

A few hours later, you had passed out on the couch, your laptop open and on the coffee table in front of you, you waking up to the sound of your phone vibrating on the coffee table “Hello?” You answered sleepily, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes as you got yourself to wake up “What happened?” You asked when you heard your moms panicked words, your father had been taken…

Getting up shortly after, you were packing a bag up to go and get things into motion, knowing you guys were not fully prepped for any of this as you sent out a mass text to everyone involved, not hearing Lena come into the room until she spoke up “Where are you going?” She asked, looking at you and causing you to jump “My dad’s been taken, we’re going now” you said, going back to packing your bag “Okay, I’m coming with you” she said before vanishing down the hall once more, not giving you the chance to argue with her, not like you had time to.

Getting to the parking lot of the campus, you saw Alex, Maggie, and Lara standing there already, waiting for you guys “When did they take him?” Lara asked, looking at you as you walked over to them “Mom said it was earlier today, he told her he was going to lunch with some family and she hadn’t heard from them since until she got the message that I already sent you guys” you explained, trying to keep yourself from panicking and feeling a hand in yours, looking down and seeing Lena had taken your hand, lacing her fingers with yours “We’ll find him” she promised, looking at you and able to feel your panic, you nodding as you looked at Lara “What do we do?”

Riding with Lena to the lab, you ran through everything that was going to go down tonight, Lara was going to go in as Vikander and she was going to distract them while Alex and Maggie went to look for Smith around the surrounding area to see where they were hiding everything, including the helicopter they would need to go back to Paititi “Get out of your head, talk to me” Lena said, glancing at you as she followed Lara since you guys were going to be there for backup.

You sighed and looked at her “I’m just… Scared” you said, messing with one of the strings on your hoodie “I could lose my dad tonight” you said softly, this being the first time you admitted it to yourself and looking at her, watching as her brow furrowed before she reached over and gave your leg a small squeeze “You won’t, we won’t let that happen” she promised, glancing at you and you nodded, watching as you passed by buildings as the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing” you huffed, slumping in the passenger’s seat of Lena’s car and glancing at her when she let a chuckle slip at your childish act “Well, you can’t really do much with a fever and one arm” she said, looking at you and knowing you were still burning up since you were sweating and you couldn’t focus on anything “But I don’t want to just sit here” you whined, knowing you had to wait for a response from one of the other three before you guys could do anything.

Lena sat there for a moment before she turned in her seat, having wanted to talk about this for a while now but never having found the right time “Can we talk about us then?” She asked, looking at you and watching as you debated for a moment before nodding and turning to look at her fully “I’m sorry for how things were handled on my end of things, I know I kind of ignored you a lot and I shouldn’t have, I was busy and I was excited to have another coworker around my age and I didn’t even think about it” she said, looking at you and reaching over, clasping your hand in hers while you shook your head “It’s not your fault… I shouldn’t of taken it all so personally, I should’ve let you speak and not let jealousy consume me” you said, knowing you both were at fault and about to say more when you heard your phone vibrate “Alex found something” you said, buckling up while Lena did the same before taking off to the address that Alex sent you.

When you got there, you were quick to get out of the car and rush over to Alex and Maggie, who were standing by what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse “Smith is inside, did you text Lara?” Alex asked, her whispering just in case and looking at you as you shook your head “I did, but she hasn’t answered” you said, looking into the window and just barely seeing Smith’s head as he moved around, seeming to be in a hurry and about to say something when a car peeled into the parking lot, forcing you guys to crouch down and hide as you heard two car doors shut.

“Let me go!” You heard Lara shout, you peeking around the corner and seeing Dominguez leading her into the warehouse, holding her arms behind her back with one hand while the other held a knife to her “Keep moving” Dominguez said, forcing her into the warehouse “She got caught” you said, starting to feel the panic creeping in as you went to try to go into the warehouse “Wait!” Lena hissed, pulling you back as another car pulled into the parking lot, seeming much calmer as they pulled in, you guys watching as the person stepped out of the car as another person got out and grabbed someone from the backseat “Kara…” You said, noticing the person who had been driving but she seemed… Different.

Alex quickly pushed her way up when she heard you say her sisters name “No… What did they do to her?!” She asked, going to charge forward when you and Lena grabbed her, holding her back “I don’t know, we will help her and figure it out” you promised, waiting until she calmed down before you released her “We need a plan” Maggie said, knowing you guys couldn’t just charge in with guns blazing, not like you had any “Okay… Here’s what we’re going to do” Lena said, taking charge of the situation.

“Get them on the chopper” Dominguez said, looking at Kara who nodded and grabbed Lara, her ignoring Lara’s attempts to get her to notice her and leading her over to the helicopter that was just outside the warehouse, hiding in some trees “Kara, stop!” Alex shouted, going over to her and her distracting her while you and Lena ran into the warehouse, Maggie going and finding a spot to hide if things went south so she could provide backup “The things I do for you, kid” she muttered as she got situated to where she could see everything just as you and Lena walked in.

“Let him go, Dominguez” you said, looking at him as he tightened the rope around your dad’s wrists “Well well well, it’s the escapee” Dominguez said, turning to look at you and giving you a smirk “I don’t think I will, though” he said, crossing his arms as he stared you and Lena down “Take me instead, leave my dad out of this” you said, shocking Lena since that wasn’t part of the plan “Y/N, no” Lena said, looking at you and grabbing your arm when you took a step closer to them and hearing Dominguez chuckle “As much as I’d like to, your father and my brother will provide the purest of blood” he said, looking at you and going to take a step when your dad swung his leg out, knocking Dominguez over and giving you enough time to try to run over.

Dominguez grabbed the knife that was in his holster and quickly grabbed your dad before you could do anything “Stop right there!” He shouted, holding the knife against your father’s neck and Lena grabbing you before you could charge towards him “Let him go!” You cried, trying to fight Lena’s grip “You will let me leave or your father dies” Dominguez said, looking at you and Lena as Lena whispered comforting words in your ear and trying to get you to listen, watching as Dominguez slowly walked towards the entrance of the warehouse when you heard the sirens.

You watched as the lights came into view and the sirens got louder “You’re done for, Dominguez” Lara said, Alex having obviously done her job with Kara who was now tied up, being led by Alex who looked majorly pissed off “You sure about that?” He asked, pressing the knife more to your dads neck “No!” You shouted, fighting Lena once more and not able to do anything but watch.

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beca-mitchell · 6 years ago

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remember the day, pt. 9

Summary: Back in L.A. and everything that brings.

Also on AO3.

Word count: 3,116

Recommended songs: Mine - Bazzi

Check out this fic’s soundtrack here.

“I’m so sorry,” Beca says quickly, rushing up to where Chloe’s sitting patiently at their reserved table.

“It’s okay,” Chloe says, standing. She pulls Beca for in for a thorough kiss, one usually reserved for the privacy of their home. “You’re here now,” she murmurs, kissing Beca once again for good measure.

“I - I…” Beca blinks, shaking the force of Chloe’s kiss from her mind as best as she can. “I’m sorry I’m late. They were talking about putting me-”

“Bec,” Chloe says gently. “It’s fine. You know I understand.” She reaches for Beca’s hand once Beca sits down, fully. “You’ll never have to explain it to me. I’ve been here for the entire journey, haven’t I?” She pushes a menu towards Beca.

“Don’t you still want to hear about it?” Beca asks, exaggerating a pout for Chloe’s benefit.

“We have all the time in the world, Bec.”

Beca fumbles for her phone which she can hear buzzing on her bedside table. She sighs, rolling over from where she had been cuddling Chloe’s old pillow and slowly falling asleep.

Blearily, she glances at the screen before answering. “Chlo,” she greets, eyes still closed. “It’s kinda late,” she mumbles.

“Will you go out with me? On a date?” Chloe asks, the moment Beca picks up the phone.

Beca blinks, nearly dropping her phone. She’s more awake, suddenly.

“Bec?” Chloe feels shy for the first time in a while. She feels shy because she feels like she’s asking out her high school crush. Or maybe because she’s asking the woman who had been her fiancée out on a date.

“I – I think I’m allowed just, like, one moment to process that,” Beca says, voice coming out on an appealing rasp. She can’t help the disbelieving laugh that escapes her. Chloe grins a little at the sound. “You called me in the middle of the night to tell me that? To ask me out?” Beca can’t resist, because the love that rushes through her at that moment overwhelms her. “You’re so weird,” she murmurs affectionately, lovingly.

Chloe’s laugh is light and Beca can practically hear her smile. “Thanks,” she says, like an echo of an exact moment in Beca’s mind. It is so far removed at this point, but it still sends a pang through her heart.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Chloe admits.

“Are you okay?” Beca asks quickly. “What’s wrong?”

Chloe laughs at that a little bit – mostly because nothing feels wrong for the first time in a while. She feels like she can breathe again and she feels like all she needs is to have Beca by her side. “Nothing’s wrong, Bec,” she says softly. “I promise.”

Beca swallows. “Chlo,” she murmurs.

Chloe hums in response.

“Ask me again,” she implores quietly.

The slow exhale she hears over the line only makes her grip her phone tighter.

“Beca Mitchell,” Chloe begins. “Will you go out with me on a date? An honest-to-God date?”

“I…yeah, of course I’ll go out with you,” Beca says, as if she’d decline that invitation. She yawns. “I mean, you kissed me, so. It makes sense.”

It’s so wonderfully awkward and so Beca that Chloe doesn’t even bother feigning surprise at the shock of affection that runs through her. She just lets it kind of envelop her and warm her.

”So, uh,” Chloe says lightly. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good,” Beca says as if they didn’t just see each other a couple days ago. “Still working on music. It’s been a lot of studio work, but I’ll get there…” She trails off, pondering. Chloe lets her, enjoying the silence for once. “How about you? Heard you went to Atlanta recently.” It’s meant to be lighthearted, but Chloe’s little sigh tells her that this late night phone call serves a dual purpose.

“I’ve been remembering things,” Chloe tells her with some reservation in her voice. She’s all for the memories, but not if they’re going to get Beca’s hopes up all the way. “I - I wanted to tell you earlier, but we kind of...got carried away,” she says, referring to how they ended up retiring to Beca’s father’s house and making out for a few minutes before slowing to gently trading kisses in the guest room until they dozed off.

The next day, it went largely as an unspoken agreement to not talk about it until they returned to Los Angeles.

“What kind of things?” Beca asks quietly, picking up on the quietly serious tone to Chloe’s voice. She’ll return to the topic of kissing Chloe later. “Like...everything?”

“No, not everything,” Chloe says, hoping that Beca isn’t too disappointed. “I…I think they’re memories, but they mostly feel like emotions, if anything. I remembered, mostly randomly, how you helped me with a papercut once.”

Beca laughs, a little shakily at that. It’s so small, but so monumentally amazing to her that Chloe remembers things at all. It’s more than she could have asked for. “Once?” she asks. “Try like ten thousand times. You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“That can’t be true,” Chloe protests, voice bordering on a whine. “Aubrey told me you once walked into a trap. A literal trap.”

“Well, I mean...there wasn’t a sign. That I saw.” Beca huffs and it’s adorable. Chloe grins again.

They fall into a comfortable silence once more. Chloe tries not to think about whether Beca’s lying sprawled in her bed, or more specifically, whether she’s wearing those attractive pajama shorts.

She shakes her head, clearing her head. “Beca,” she begins. “I’ve missed you,” she says, because it’s true and she wants Beca to know that.

“I just saw you,” Beca points out, though she keeps her voice playful. She feels like she could talk to Chloe forever, if she wanted.

“You know what I mean.” Chloe sighs. “It’s weird, because you’re here , but I just...miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I know.”

Beca’s breathing is slow and steady, almost like she’s falling back asleep. “I’ve missed you ,” Beca replies. “More than songs can express, probably. Like, you’d think that as a musician, I’d have a better way of saying that.”

Chloe doesn’t say anything to that, simply smiling over the line.

“Sorry, that was kinda cheesy,” Beca finally says after a pause.

“Yeah, it was,” Chloe agrees, even though Beca hadn’t asked. “I liked it.”

I like you .

“I like you,” Beca says, so quiet that Chloe almost misses it.

Figures Beca would beat her to the punch.

Chloe can’t help the giddy feeling that rises up in her. “Tell me again,” she says.

Beca laughs, sounding a bit sleepier than before. “I like you, Chloe Beale.”

Chloe smiles, feeling herself sinking into her own dreamworld.

Before she falls, she ensures she lets out a sleepy, “I like you, too.”

Chloe picks up a copy of InStyle sitting on the glass table in front of her. Around her, people bustle past her, going about their regular business.

EXCLUSIVE: Backstage photos from the 2019 Grammy Awards inside! Pages 14 and 15!

She flips it open, finding the spread inside. She’s pleasantly surprised to see Beca’s face splashed across the inside, though less pleased at the sight of Beca leaning against her non -date that evening.

It makes Chloe’s head hurt.

Despite their newfound closeness, Chloe finds herself missing Beca more than normal, though it likely has to do with the fact that Beca seems to be gearing up for some kind of tour, performing her own music as an opening act for one of the label’s artists.

She has listened to Beca’s music - her own original work as well as the music she has worked on for other artists - and she can say, completely unbiased, that Beca is quite possibly the most talented person she knows.

Unfortunately, other people know that fact too, something Chloe realizes will only continue to be flaunted in front of her.

She lingers in the lobby, staring at glass ceilings and tall windows. She feels exposed and bare, like every eye is on her - like people recognize her, but she doesn’t recognize them in return. Added on top of everything, her headache is being fairly persistent today, so she had been looking forward to a nice lunch with her - her Beca.

“Hey!” Beca’s voice calls from the elevators. Chloe turns at the sound and smiles at the sight of Beca power-walking towards her.

“Hi,” she says, reaching for Beca just as Beca opens her arms for a hug. Chloe tries to stifle the little sound she makes when she sinks into Beca’s arms, contentedly closing her eyes.

“Ready for lunch?” Beca asks, adjusting her jacket.

“Sure, I thought we could-” She is cut off by a young, haggard-looking man rushing up to Beca with a clipboard and manila folder in hand. He breathes heavily, halting right in front of them.

“Beca, we need you to just finish signing these contracts. Also, you have a meeting with the marketing department in like...forty minutes.” He glances at Chloe apologetically. “Oh, hi Chloe.”

Chloe blinks, unsure. “I’m - I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” she says slowly, trying to place him in her mind.

“Oh, my name is Frankie, but we’ve only met once,” he says quickly when he catches Beca’s expression. “I’ll wait for you back upstairs,” he mutters, directed at Beca.

Chloe waits until he leaves.

“You didn’t tell them,” she says quietly.

Beca sighs. “It’s not really anybody’s business but ours. Only some people know about the accident at all. I’m mostly lucky that I don’t have people breathing down my back every day and night.” She bites her lip. “Please don’t get mad, but I think there’s something I have to do and it can’t wait. I’ll come pick you up tonight?”

Chloe nods, a little hesitantly, but she gets it. This is all part of Beca’s life and now Chloe gets to be a part of it too.

Chloe lets Beca peck her on the cheek before she disappears.

She just wishes she could remember being a part of Beca’s life - seeing all the growth and progress - the first time around.

She heads back to work, pondering.

They get to their little impromptu date later that evening and Chloe bites back a question she has been dying to ask for a while now.

It’s just something Chloe’s curious about.

So, she holds off until they’re strolling along the boardwalk and her hand is brushing Beca’s, fingers just itching to meet their other halves. She buys them both ice cream cones and carries it back to where Beca is leaning against the railing casually.

She decides to just ask because she’s not sure exactly what the protocol is for something like this – dating your (ex?) fiancée again, like it’s the first time.

They’re leaning against a railing at Santa Monica Pier, watching the flocks of both tourists and seagulls milling about.

Chloe demolished her ice cream cone long ago, so she’s enjoying the meticulous way Beca is consuming hers. It does something to Chloe’s chest, watching Beca do innocuous things here and there, like she’s relearning this woman in front of her. She supposes she is, in some way, but everything slots together in her mind so neatly and wonderfully that she can do nothing but greedily consume every moment she has with Beca.

It’s different, now that she has allowed herself to feel again, unapologetically and unabashedly.

“What?” Beca asks, when she catches Chloe’s gaze. Chloe merely smiles at her and thumbs away the fleck of ice cream from Beca’s chin. “Thanks,” she mutters, a little embarrassed. It’s both an old and new sensation, Beca thinks, walking alongside Chloe. She still marvels at how beautiful and wonderful Chloe is, but the fact that she gets to do this at all...

“I...you’ll forgive me if this isn’t first date protocol,” Chloe begins. “But I…wondered if I could ask you something.”

“Okay,” Beca says, turning her body to face her more fully. She reaches for Chloe’s hand, gently tugging her to stand a bit closer.

"Did you meet anyone?" Chloe asks, after a moment. The moment the question leaves her, she feels, amidst curiosity, a vulnerability that strikes her as both old and new.

Beca blinks, confused. “What do you mean? When?”

"When we were…when I was in Portland and you were here. Was there someone for you?"

Beca stares at Chloe, wishing she could figure out exactly what is going through her mind. "No," she says finally and with nothing but honesty. Her brow furrows a little, wondering if they’re going to rehash this, but she supposes Chloe’s curiosity has more to do with the status of their relationship than anything. "I...haven’t been with anybody since you," Beca mumbles, turning to stare at the ocean again. It’s not embarrassing, but she feels a little shy under Chloe’s piercing gaze.

Chloe’s silence makes her glance up. She catches sight of Chloe’s smile – it’s gentle and tinged with affection. “I don’t mean sex, Beca,” she murmurs, ignoring the blush that rises up on her cheeks. “I meant…did you meet anybody who…who you thought, maybe-?”

Beca makes a small grunting sound, somewhere between a huff and a sigh. She ignores the ice cream that’s now dripping down her hand in favour of tilting her head to stare at Chloe almost incredulously. “Chlo,” she says, with finality that she hopes is more assertive than her definitive “no” earlier.

“Bec,” Chloe echoes.

They stare at each other for a moment.

Chloe finally shakes her head and pulls a little at Beca’s hand before sliding a hand to gently grip her waist. “I’d want you to tell me,” she says quietly. “I’d want you to be honest with me. It’s just…I’ve thought about it a lot and how different our lives would be.”

“Chloe,” Beca begins, swallowing thickly at their proximity. She’s still reconciling how close they can be with each other now, wondering where her own boundaries are and how much she can do, even if all she wants to do is kiss Chloe again like they did that night in Barden.

Chloe powers onwards. “There…isn’t any reason why you wouldn’t have met somebody, even in that tiny period of time we were apart.” She ignores the lump in her throat because she knows how true these sentiments are. “I’d want you to be happy and I know I’d understand.”

Beca’s eyes flash with something. Not anger exactly, but something closer to sadness. "There wasn’t anybody, I promise. And…I think you know why there wouldn’t have been anybody." She sighs, looking down at her cone, ensuring she’s holding it away from their bodies so it doesn’t drip onto their clothes. “Do you...want me to make somebody up?”

Chloe plucks the ice cream cone from Beca’s hand and bites into the waffle. “No,” she laughs. “You know what I want, I think.”

"Chloe,” Beca says, watching as Chloe finishes off her ice cream cone. “Chlo, I work in the entertainment industry.”

“I am aware,” Chloe mutters, thinking of all the gorgeous men and women who hang off her all the time.

Beca’s eyes light up at the mild possession in Chloe’s tone. “But, I mean, I meet a lot of seriously cool people every day. They’re talented, they’re attractive, sure, but I have never thought about any of them in any way other than a completely professional sense.”

"Why not?" Chloe asks. “You thought I had found somebody in Portland, even after a shorter period of time.”

Beca frowns at the memory, guilt and residual pain racking through her. She sees similar pain in Chloe’s eyes. They hadn't talked about Chloe. Beca hadn't thought to ask her the same question and she wished now that she'd done it a lot sooner, like when Chloe first moved back. "Wasn’t there someone for you? Whatever his name was," Beca mutters.

(She remembers.)

"You mean while I was trying to figure out who I was? Who I am?" Chloe asks, laughing a little. She’s glad they can talk about this with levity as opposed to pain.

"It's not totally impossible, okay," Beca murmurs.

"Honestly, it was a little impossible," Chloe said. "I went for me , not find somebody new above all. Believe me when I say Matt was an anomaly."

“Matt now, huh?” Beca asks, though it lacks bite. She’s just enjoying the way the ocean breeze kind of ruffles Chloe’s hair a little and how they’re standing close enough that she can smell Chloe’s shampoo.

Chloe rolls her eyes.

"But,” Beca says. “The fact remains, you met somebody you liked. Even if it was just in a friendly way. You met somebody that had no expectations of you and was a blank slate if you wanted.”

"A friend, yeah. Not anybody I could see myself being with."

Beca purses her lips, nodding sagely. "That’s…disappointing or something, I guess."

Chloe scoffs. “Yeah, you look really disappointed, Bec.”

"Oh, I am."

"I wasn't looking," she says, finally, with honesty that shines through her eyes. Beca sees it and nearly sags in relief.

“I wasn’t looking either,” Beca replies. “I…found everything I need.”

There’s some hesitance to Beca’s words like she’s not sure Chloe is ready to hear these things – whether Chloe is fully comfortable with them, even though they’re on a date. It fuels Chloe’s attraction to her.

“Honestly,” Beca continues, in Chloe’s silence. “That distance was for the best, you know? It was nice to have time to ourselves, wasn’t it?”

Chloe feels something loosen inside her chest. Like she can breathe again. "Yeah.”

“But…now,” Beca murmurs, cupping Chloe’s cheek. It’s warmed from the sun. She gently rubs her thumb over soft skin before leaning up to kiss her.

It’s soft and sweet - an even gentler kiss than their shared kiss in the Barden courtyard. Beca sinks into it, closing her eyes, wondering if she’ll ever get over the sensation of kissing Chloe, especially now that she cherishes each moment (more than before) like it’s the first day of the rest of their lives over and over again.

“I hope that was okay,” she mumbles, pulling back.

Chloe shakes her head before pulling Beca into a tight hug. Around them, sound fades to a distant buzz. All Chloe can feel is the gentle press of Beca’s body against hers, as perfect as ever. "Beca,” she whispers. “You know I still have a long way to go, don't you?"

Beca lets out a shaky sigh, feeling simultaneously ecstatic and hesitant. “I know,” she whispers. “I promise to be here for you.”

“I know you will be,” Chloe says.

Believing Beca is as natural as breathing.

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