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Waiting For You Part Six (Ford Pines x Reader) Home In Your Arms

She awoke before the dawn as usual. Under the blankets was warm. Although the boat was cold Ford’s body, which was firmly pressed against hers, provided plenty of heat. The gentle swaying of the boat would have made it easy to fall back asleep, but since the weather was supposed to be clear today, she decided to get up and watch the sunrise.

Gently slipping out of the covers, and out of Ford’s grasp, she quickly dresses into more layers before quietly stalking up on the deck. She could still hear the heavy breaths and snores coming from the cabin below. The deck was even colder than the cabin, and there was a layer of frost on the upper windows. She quickly made a cup of coffee then downed it, then leaned against the front railing, and waited for the sunrise as the clouds on the horizon turned pink.

She was lost in thought, so when someone wrapped their arms around her waist she jumped. The person behind her chuckled and she let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ford’s lips are right next to her ears, his stubble is scratchy on her skin.

She lets out a hum, then turns around in his arms to face him. “You could still be sleeping.”

He begins to plant gentle kisses to her cheek. “Couldn’t without you.”

She giggles and places a hand on his cheek, her thumb runs over his stubble.

“Why are you up so early?” He almost whines against her skin, still leaving soft kisses on the small amount of skin exposed on her cheeks and upper neck.

She let out a content sigh. “Weather is supposed to be clear. I wanted to watch the sunrise. Would you like to join me?”

He moves his head up and presses his forehead to hers. “I’d love to.”

She leans forward the inch she needs to so she can plant a kiss on Ford’s lips. It’s soft, but conveys so many feelings. Love, affection, the sense of being home.

Ford tries to lean forward for another kiss but she quickly turns around. He lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Sorry, but the sun rises this way.” She teases.

Ford’s hand is on the back of her neck, moving the hair away from it so he can press more kisses to her skin.

“You’re in a very touchy mood this morning.” She comments, leaning her back against his chest.

“Do you want me to stop?” He murmurs, lips still on her skin.

“No,” she quickly tells him. “Just an observation.”

He leaves a few more kisses on her skin before her hand wraps around his. “Ford, look.”

The sun had just peaked above the horizon, brilliant oranges and yellow began to fill the sky, casting warm rays of light on the small sleepy fishing village they had docked near. Soon the warm rays fell onto her face. “Isn't it beautiful?”

“Not more so than you.” Ford tightens his grip around her waist and rests his chin against the top of her head.

She’s glad Ford can’t see the blush on her face. Even after thirty plus years had passed, he could still make her blush. She was about to say something modest back to Ford until she heard a burp and scratching noises.

“Ugh, get a room.” Stanley had obviously joined them on deck.

“We have a room.” She rolls her eyes. “I think you forget we share sometimes. Your memory is slipping old man.” She teases without moving from Ford’s grip.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waves her comment away before heading inside the upper cabin to the coffee she had prepared.

There's a moment of peace, you might almost call it pure bliss. To spend the sunrise wrapped in your lover's arms, their warm breath leaving them in clouds of hot air, the boat gently rocking them as the morning tide rolled in.

“Everytime I wrap my arms around you, it feels like coming home all over again, to where I belong.” Ford whispers.

She turns to face him again and cups his face with both her hands, and kisses the tip of his nose. “When did you become so romantic?”

Ford leans into her touch. “I mean it.” He pauses for a second. “I don’t think I ever told you, but when I first came back and saw you, my first thought was that I had died and gone to heaven. Being with you again is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

“If you had died and gone to heaven then that would have meant Stan was in your heaven too.” She laughs.

“He’s still her now.” He grabs her hand to hold it still so he can tilt his head and kiss her thumb.

She laughs even louder this time, then wraps her arms around his neck to draw him into another kiss. “I love being in your arms. I love being your home, because you’re mine too.”

The boat rocks them gently as the morning sun warms their bodies. Their hearts are full of love for one another. “Let’s stay like this forever, and just let the world drift away.”

Ford is about the respond before Stan interrupts.

“Hey love birds! We gonna explore some anomalies today or what?” Stan barks from behind them.

Ford's eyebrows furrow and he goes to turn his head to snap at Stanley, but her hands catch his chin and turn his face back to her. She kisses him passionately three times and he’s breathless. She untangles herself from Ford and heads towards Stan.

“What’s on the agenda for today co-captain Stanley?” She smiles.

Ford is left standing there speechless and in a daze.

“Are you coming, co-captain Ford?”

Ford looks over at her. She squinting her eyes as the morning sun washes over her features, her cheeks pink from the cold. He has never been more in love with her.

“Coming, associate co-captain.”

---------- By the time the sun was high in the sky he three of them had docked the boat and climbed halfway up the mountain. The town folks had told them about strange flying creatures that lived near the top of the mountain.

The sun beat down on them, and they soon found themselves needing to take off some of the many layers of winter clothes they had dressed in for the day. About an hour into the hike Stan speaks up.

“Hey poindexter, how bout a break?” He huffs as he wipes sweat from his brow.

“We’re very close to where the creatures were reported being seen.” Ford is warm, sweat gleams on his brow, but his attitude is chipper and he’s not as nearly out of breath.

“Even the kid needs a break.” Stan motions towards her.

She rolls her eyes at Stan still calling her a kid. She’s also out of breath, almost as bad as Stan. The high altitude is getting to her, but she wouldn’t voice it.

Ford places a hand on her shoulder. “What do you think? Would you like to take a short rest.”

She smiles and nods. “Let’s take a short rest. We wouldn’t want Stan passing out on us.”

Stan grunts but doesn’t say anything. Glad to finally have a break from hiking. The three of them sit on the ground and drink their water. Ford is sitting as close as he can to her. She shivers as a cold breeze blows past them, feeling a little cold now that they have stopped moving. Ford wraps an arm around her shoulder, she looks up at him and smiles a wordless thank you.

After a few minutes they stand up and begin to get moving again. She groans as she stretches, and once they start moving again she is behind both the boys on the path.

“You alight? You’re normally faster than me.” Stan turns his head to talk to her while they move up the narrow mountain path.

“I’m fine, my legs are just a bit sore.” She tells him.

They continue their hike until they break through the tree line. They can see the horizon on the sea, and far below them is the small fishing village where they left the Stan O’ War II docked.

She’s stunned by the beautiful view and almost doesn’t realise Stan and Ford haven’t stopped walking like she had. She scurries to catch up to them, until she sees a bush near her shake. Looking over she sees a small head of a rat pop out.

“Aww.” She says softly to not scare the rodent away. “Hey little fella.” She coos.

The rat scurried back into the bush at the sound of her voice, much to her disappointment. She turns to catch up to the boys, After a few steps she hears a strange sound. Somewhere between a squeak and a squawk. Turning around she sees the rat has raised itself out of the bush with a pair of wings. This must be the creature they had been looking for!

“Fascinating!” She says to herself and pulls out her sketchbook and begins to jot down a quick doodle on the animal. The sun catches on her silvery pen and flashes a light up at the rat-like creature. It squawks loudly then dives towards her.

Further up the path Ford is mumbling to himself and Stan is tuning him out. Both of them freeze when they hear a shriek. They both stop dead in their tracks and whip around to see she is no longer behind either of them. The brothers share a second of a glance before booking it back down the trail.

It doesn’t take them long to get back to her. When she comes into sight they can see she's using one arm to shield her face, the other is holding her notebook and waving it aimlessly behind her, trying to hit the creature that’s attacking her hair.

Stan is the first to her, he pulls her to his chest with one arm and throws a left hook at the creature, sending it crashing into a tree. There's a moment of silence before Ford is pulling her into his arms. Stan makes his way over towards the tree.

“What happened? I thought you were right behind us?” Ford’s hands are on her face, tilting her head around and looking for any sign of injury. Her hands rest on his chest.

“Ford, I’m okay, promise. You were both further up the path when I noticed the creature. I thought if I called to you I’d scare it off. So I tried to get a quick sketch, and I must have scared it because it started attacking my hair.” She can’t help as a laugh escapes her.

“You could have been hurt.” Ford’s voice is soft as he scoulds her.

“But I wasn’t.” She teases.

“Please promise me you won’t go off on your own again? I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.” Ford told her seriously.

She stops smiling when she realises Ford is actually upset, not with her, but by the fact she could have been hurt. She takes his hands, which were still on her face, and holds them in hers. She leans up and gives him a soft, reassuring kiss.

“I promise.” She whispers.

“Check this out!” Stan shouts and holds the unconscious ratbird in between them by its feet.

She shrieks with surprise and jumps away from Ford. “Stanley that’s disgusting!”

“What!? I thought you like rodents!” He laughs, shaking the bird closer towards her as she takes another step back.

“I wouldn’t pick up a wild rat or bird with my hands, or let it that close to my face! Who knows where that thing has been!” She scolds him. “If it wakes up and bites you I’m not helping you.”

In the commotion Ford slipped on some protective gloves from his pack. “Hold it still please Stanley.” Stan complies and Ford gently stretches its wings open and begins to list off observations about it that she quickly sketches down. “It’s wingspan is too small to carry it far. That’s probably why it is native only to this island.” He lists other things off like teeth size and tail length.

Stan gently set the animal down. “Think that’s enough for today right?”

The other two agree and they begin their trek back down the mountain. She is in front of them now to set the pace, and so the boys can’t lose sight of her. When the path begins to get wider, Ford falls back a bit to walk besides Stan.

“Thank you for earlier.” Ford tells his brother.

Stan looks at him confused. “Didn’t do nothing.”

“You were able to get to her first and protect her from the rat bird.” Ford reminds him.

Stan waves it off. “Don’t mention it.” Stan wouldn’t admit to Ford how scared he was to see her get attacked like that, he’d rather not think about it.

When they make it back to the ship the sun is already touching the horizon. It was Ford’s night to cook and the other two went to rest in their beds. When the food was ready Ford headed below deck to find them both asleep. He wasn’t surprised Stan had nodded off. Almost anytime he wasn’t actively moving or engaged in an activity he would fall asleep. But his believed fiance would normally be reading a book or be annotating her notes.

He gently brushes some hair out of her face and she stirs. She smiles up at him and grabs his hand and brings it down to her lips to kiss his palm. His heart flutters at her sweet act.

“I fell asleep.” She murmurs, voice heavy with sleep.

“I noticed.” He leans down to kiss her. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I feel perfect now that you’re here.” She giggles and he frowns. She frowns too, but only to mock him. “I feel fine Stanford. I guess today was just too exciting is all.”

“Well, why don’t we have dinner then we can go right back to bed?” He suggested.

“You’re perfect. I love you” She smiles up at him, eyes half lidded.

“I love you too.”

They stare into each other's eye, and neither of them notice the loud snoring has stopped. There’s a loud groan announcing Stan has awoken.

“If you love him so much why don’t you marry him?” Stan teases, she rolls her eyes.

The next morning Ford is the first to wake up. His love is tucked close to his side, buried under the blankets. He turns on his side to draw her impossibly closer. She makes a noise at the movement but doesn't awaken.

The bed feels a little warmer than normal. Maybe the day will be warmer than the forecast had predicted Ford thinks. Ford lays there for a while, enjoying the silence and warmth for a while until she begins to stir.

He feels her stretch under his grasp and she looks up at him eyes still droopy from sleep.

“Good morning my dear. Would you like to join me for some coffee?” Ford murmurs into her hair.

She shakes her head no. “It’s too cold.” She tries to burrow closer to Ford to get any extra warmth.

“I’ll go turn the heater on upstairs, join me when you’re ready.” Ford moves the hair away from her forehead and kisses her there then freezes. He moves the back of his hand to her forehead, then his cheek to confirm his thought. “You’re burning up!”

“No, it’s cold.” She denies.

“You must have a fever. Do you feel alright? When did you start feeling sick?” Ford doesn’t bother keeping his voice down and clearly wakes up his brother.

Stan rolls his eyes at the commotion and makes his way to the upper deck.

Ford quickly stands. “I’m going to get dressed then go find a doctor in town. With a town this small there must be one to make house calls.”

“Ford, please, there’s no need for that.” She sniffs, still laying in the bed, pulling the covers closer around her.

“There really isn’t.” Stan grumbled, coming back down the stairs, a cup of water in one hand. The other was full of an assortment of pills. “Take these.” He gruffly shoved both the water and pills at her. She obeyed, sat up, and quickly tooked the unknown pills Stan had handed her. “Go back to sleep.” She layed down and closed her eyes, rolling over to face the wall away from the brothers.

“What did you give her?” Ford whispered, concerned.

Stan places a finger over his lips and motions towards the upper deck. They sit inside the cabin where Stan had turned on the space heater.

“She of course came prepared and packed herself cold medicine.” Stan slides the first aid box across the table so Ford can examine the medicine boxes of everything he had given her. “Almost every winter she gets a cold or two. Her legs start to hurt and she gets really tired. Should have seen it coming’ yesterday but was a little distracted by the birds. She must have noticed, but she never says anything. Thinks she can power through a fever.” Stan pauses a moment to laugh. “There was one time I caught her working on the portal shivering and sweating’ bucket. Practically had to drag her back to bed. The older we’ve gotten through, the less stubborn she’s gotten at admitting she’s actually sick.”

It finally dawns on Ford just how much Stanley had taken care of her while he was gone. Sure, she had told Ford directly that he had, but he thought she was just putting in a good word for her friend. Ford knows it to be true now. He remembers once in college she went to class with a fever just to be sent back to her dorm. If Stan hadn’t been here to make her rest when she was sick, she would have worked herself until she passed out or worse.

The cabin is silent for a moment.

“Thank you, Stan.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No, Stanley, listen.” Ford looks at his brother and there are visible tears in his eyes. “She had told me before that you had taken care of her in my absence. I hadn’t thought much about it, since she's always been so strong and independent. I know she's also stubborn. If you hadn’t been there to make her rest… Thank you Stanley, truly, for taking care of her while I was gone.” Ford places his hand on his brother’s shoulder and gives it a firm squeeze. Stan returns the action, not commenting on the noticeable tears.

“She’d probably be happy to have you back downstairs to keep her warm.” Stan says, looking away from his brother. He doesn't want to see him cry, or he knows he will cry as well.

“I think you’re right.” Ford stands and goes to join her back in bed.

---------- Ford wasn’t exactly excited to go to the carnival on the boardwalk, but her and Stan conveyed it would be fun.

“It’ll be like the one back home! Remember when we tried to join the circus with our pet possum?” Stan laughed a deep belly laugh as they made their way past the ticket booth.

“You never told me you had a pet possum.” She's walking next to Ford, his hand is held tight in hers.

“But he told you about trying to join the circus?” Stan inquires.

“I’d argue he was more your pet than mine.” Ford argues.

They make their way around the attractions, eat some fair food, and play a few games. She has two stuffed animals they boys had won for her in her hands, and is filled with joy.

“You there, miss, would you like to know your future?” A voice calls to her, and she turns to see a fortune teller beckoning her towards their tent. The fortune teller's eyes are glassy and they don’t hold her gaze, they hold a long cane indicating they are blind. She feels an arm tighten around her shoulder.

“Fortune tellers aren’t to be trusted.” Ford tells her.

“It’s just for fun,” she comments. “There’s no way they could actually know my future.”

“I’ve traveled to different dimensions. I think almost anything is possible at this point.” Ford reminds her.

“I say we do it. I’d like to know when I get filthy rich.” Stan begins walking into the tent.

She tried to follow in after him but the fortune teller held up their hand. “Only one person inside the tent at a time please.”

So Ford and her wait outside the tent. It’s only a few minutes later when Stan exits with a huff. “You’re right, total scam, they don't know anything.”

The fortune teller exits the tent again and points over to her and Ford. “The six fingered one next.” Then enters the tent.

A chill runs up her spine. The teller was clearly blind, but to call Ford out like that. She shares a surprised look with Ford, who surprisingly goes into the tent after them.

Stan is clearly still mad about whatever he had been told, so she takes his hand. “I’m sure whatever they said it wasn’t true. Like you said, probably just a scam.”

Stan looks down at her warm smile and sighs. “You’re right kid. Just a scam. I should know.” They both share a laugh.

Ford exits the tent looking lost in thought.

“You’re next girly.” The teller holds open the flap for the tent and she makes her way in. The room looks bigger on the inside and there are two chairs on either side of a table with a fake looking crystal ball.

She sits and watches the fortune teller places their hands on the ball and thinks for a second before speaking. The ball lights up and smoke swirls around in it. “I would ask what you’d like to know about your future, but I already know what knowledge you seek. It weighs heavy on your heart. Knowing the truth might be even more of a burden. Would you still like to know?”

She thinks for a second. If the fortune teller was being honest and knew what she wanted to know, what she always thinks about, then she wants to know. “Will Ford and Stan die before me? I don’t think I could lose Ford again, and well, Stan is my best friend.”

The teller nods their head and hums. “As I suspected. Losing the ones you love is a heavy buren. Unfortunately you must bear the burden again, fortunately you only must bear it once.”

“Who?” Her voice quivers.

“As I said, losing someone you love is difficult, as you know. He cannot see his brother lost again. He will go first. You will be needed to comfort the six fingered one. This universe isn’t always fair, but it seems it will go easy on you, and you will not have to lose him again.” They remove their hand from the ball and the lights and smoke fade. “Now you know, you must live with this knowledge the rest of your life.”

She looks down at her hands and nods, then stands to exit the tent. She finds her boys standing exactly where she left them. Still looking lost in thought and a little angry. She pulls Ford into a hug and draws him from his thoughts.

“What did they tell you?” Ford asks, returning the hug.

She rests her chin on his chest to look up at him with a small smile. “That I’ll get to spend the rest of my life with you, and that’s all I want.”

“They really tell you that?” Stan grunts, clearly not happy with what he was told.

“No,” she confesses. “But they didn’t have to say that for me to know it, and-” She turns to look back at the tent and sees it's gone. She turns quickly to confirm what she sees if real. Then turns back to the twins, whose jaws are dropped.

The three share a look then agree to head back to the ship for the night.

Stan tosses and turns that night. He can’t seem to sleep. What the fortune teller had told his replays in the back of his mind and he’s still pissed about it. He throws off the sheets and puts on his coats and boots and heads to the upper deck. To his surprise, he wasn’t alone.

“Why are you up so late kid?” Stan slumps down onto the bench by her.

“I imagine for the same reason you can’t sleep.” She leans her head against her friend with her sigh.

There's a moment of silence between them. The only sound is the waves gently crashing on the nearby shore and the soft groan of the boat as it moves gently with the sea.

“What did they tell you?” They ask in unison. They both breath out a laugh.

“You first.” She says.

He thinks for a moment. “They told me I’m going to die before you and Ford. Ford, I get, he’s healthy and in shape.” She elbows him. “Not implying you ain’t! It’s just, I didn’t want to die before you is all. I’ve caused you enough suffering.”

She places her hand on his shoulder. “Stanley, don’t think like that. You haven’t caused me any suffering. You’re my best friend.”

He runs his hands down his face. “It’s my fault Ford got lost in the portal for thirty years, it’s my fault you didn’t get to start a family with him like you had planned to. It’s my fault you didn’t get to get married yet. It’s my fault that-”

“Stanley!” She shouts sternly at him and he turns to face her, surprised by the authority in her voice. She takes his hand in hers. “Stan you can’t think like that. You know I’ve forgiven you a long time ago with what happened with Ford. The rest of it… It doesn’t matter, because if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have him back. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have met the most amazing great niece and nephew ever. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be sailing the seas right now with the two people I care the most about in the world, discovering amazing anomalies like I’ve always wanted to.”

Stan’s face is turned from hers but he gives her hand that’s holding his a tight squeeze. There's another moment of silence. “What did they tell you?” His voice croaks, she wouldn’t mention how he reached his free hand up to wipe his tears.

“They told me about the same.” She confesses. “That you’ll die before me, but I’ll be here for Ford.”

Stan Turns back to look at her. “Do you…” Stan doesn’t really want to finish the thought. He doesn’t want to think about their mortality.

“I’ll go before Ford. They said it was the universe going easy on me.” She smiles up at Stan, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes.

He pulls her into a tight hug. “Should we tell Ford?” She sniffs as tears sting her eyes.

“No. He wouldn’t want to know.”

----------- “Do you hear that?” Stan asks.

Ford and her are both sitting at the table noses in a book in the upper cabin of the ship. She and Ford listen, share a glance with each other, then look back at Stan.

“No,” they chime in unison.

Stan is driving the boat towards their next destination where there had been reports of strange ocean tides. He smacks his ear with the hearing aid.

“I must be picking up radio waves again.” He grumbles.

An hour later the two bookworms are asleep as Stan still mans the wheel, this time he hears the sound again. His head feels hazy and his body feels warm. He turns the boat towards the sound and begins to follow it.

Ford and her are jostled awake as the ship hits a large wave. They’re both lifted for a second from their seats before landing back down with a thump.

“Stanley what the hell is happening?” Ford is the first to notice the situation. The weather around them is awful. Rain pounds onto the ship, the boat jumps as it passes over enormous waves, going faster than she's ever seen it go. Lighting and thunder crash outside. Stan should have seen the storm coming.

Speaking of Stan. He’s standing at the wheel of the ship, eyes glued forwards, he doesn’t even notice Ford yelling at him. Ford pushes Stan out of the way and he falls to the floor. Suddenly Stan sits up and looks around.

“Where the hell are we?” He asks, hand held to his head.

“We should be asking you that, seeing as you were the one driving the last two hours!” She barks before reaching under the chairs for their life vests. She tosses the boys theirs and secures her own, they quickly buckle theirs as well.

“I don’t, I don’t know what happened.” Stan looks lost for a second. “I can’t remember.”

Her heart hurts for her friend. She knows that must be scary for him but now isn’t the time for comfort. Ford begins to bark orders, she helps Stan to his feet.

They begin securing lines and sails, making sure all objects are secured down so they won’t cause the three of them harm.

Suddenly she hears a noise and freezes. Her head feels hazy and her body feels warm. It seems as if her body is moving on it’s own as she begins to walk towards the door and exits the cabin. A strong hand grabs her arm.

“What are you doing?” Ford screams over the rain. Stan had taken the wheel again.

Her eyes are glazed over and she tries to continue walking towards the railing. Ford begins to drag her back inside but she resits. She freezes and he stops trying to pull her. She turns and points.

“There.”

Ford turns to see what she’s pointing at, and it’s the largest wave he’s seen in his whole life. He quickly wraps his body around her and tries to make it back into the cabin before the wave hits, but he’s not quick enough. The water envelops their bodies and they are thrown against the railing. The ship pops back up over the waves again and Ford looks into her eyes.

She's over the railing, dangling off the ship, her only tether is Ford’s hand.

“Don’t let go! I’ve got you!” He shouts desperately holding onto her and the ship.

Her body is like a rag doll as it’s slammed into the ship with the waves. She looks back up at Ford, eyes still glazed, and lets go of his hand, falling into the inky water below.

The second her body pops back up from water her head clears. Her life jacket inflated when she hit the water. The last thing she remembers was she was on the ship with the boys. A wave overtook her and she pushed back under the water. When she comes back up she realises she hears Ford screaming.

It’s dark and all Ford can see is the automatic light on her life vest getting further and further from them. He’s screaming for her, and for Stan to move the boat in her direction.

She tries to scream for him but is pushed under water again. When her head resurfaces she struggles for a breath before the same thing happens again. Coming back up this time she sees the ship be covered by a wave, then herself. This time when she comes back up she sees the light of the ship are gone. She feels something grab her foot, and is dragged under the water.

Ford feels warmth all around him. His eyes fluttered open and he squints as rays of sun blind his eyes. Waves softly lap and his boots and he quickly sit up as the events that just unfolded flood his mind. He looks around quickly hoping to see his love, or his brother.

Stan isn’t far from him and Ford hops to his feet to run from him. He falls to his knees and sees he’s breathing, Ford begins to shake his brother. “Stanley! Are you alright?”

Stan’s hand comes up to swat his brother away. “Five more minutes.” He mumbles.

Ford doesn't hesitate to slap him across the cheek.

Stan is quick to sit up. “What the hell was that for?”

“Do you not remember what just happened?” Ford barks.

Stan’s eyes grow wide in horror. “She went overboard… Didn’t she?”

Ford slumps forward and his hands cover his face. “I had her, she was in my hands and she… She let go.”

“She let go?” Stan echos in confusion.

“She had the same look in her eyes that you did when we found you steering the ship into the storm.” Ford breathing is quick and ragged, the panic of what’s happened starts to over take him. “I… Oh god, I-,”

“Shut your yap,” Stan commands. “You hear that?”

At first all Ford can hear is the gentle crashing of the waves onto the shore, then he hears it. The distant call of a voice. A very familiar feminine voice.

Ford’s eyes frantically scan the beach both ways looking for the source when he sees her. She must have spotted him at the same time because she begins to sprint towards him. Ford is quick to his feet and meets her halfway. Ford pulls her into a crushingly tight hug as tears fill both of their eyes.

“I thought I had lost you.” He cries into her hair. “I don’t know what I would do if I had.”

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” She sobs. “We’re safe now.” She whimpers against his chest.”

They stay there in each other’s embrace, until Stan slowly walks over to them.

“Glad you’re alright kid.” Stan smiles.

She grabs Stan and pulls him into the hug. He grumbles something but hugs both of them. After a moment they pull back. Ford’s hands are still clutching the back of her wet, sandy shirt. Ford and her look at each other and share a breathy laugh, and begin to wipe the tears away from their eyes.

“Now that we’ve had that lovely reunion, where are we and where’s the ship?” Stan frowns.

“Destroyed, I'd imagine.” Ford clears his throat.

“Actually…” She takes Ford’s hand and begins to lead them down the beach the way she had come. “When I had gone overboard, my mind cleared when I hit the water. I saw the ship get taken over by a wave and thought the worst. Something grabbed my foot and dragged me under, but…”

They round the corner on the beach and see Stan O’ War II, unharmed, anchored off shore. Ford and Stan both notice some splashing around the ship that wasn’t like normal waves. The brothers share a look.

“How is it not damaged?” Ford is in awe of the vessel's perfect condition.

“Turns out, we’ve had a guardian angel this whole trip we didn’t know about.” She smiles.

“Who?” Stan asks.

“Mable.” She laughs as theirs another splash in the water, this time closer to the shore.

The brothers both see the end of a tail then a few seconds later, a head pops up.

“Ford, you might remember what Mable had written in the journal about meeting her friend, Mermando. Turns out she still writes to him and told him about our trip and asked him and his people to look out for us.” She waves over at the head that had popped up signaling to him it was safe.

“It’s the least I can do to repay my friend. If it wasn’t for her then I might still be trapped in Gravity Falls.” Mermando smiles. He had swum over to them as far as he could without leaving the water.

“A real mermaid, huh?” Stan grunts.

“Fascinating.” Ford muses.

“He and a few others were able to pull us to safety after we were lured into the storm.” She tells them.

“Lured?” Ford repeats.

“Yes, unfortunately two of you had been affected by a siren’s song. They’re like merpeople, only they crave violence.” Mermando shakes his head.

“We really can’t thank you enough.” She sighs, giving Ford’s hand a squeeze. “And please, don’t mention this to Mable. I wouldn't want her to worry.”

“She will hear nothing of it. You have my word. Farwell Pines!” And with that, Mermando splashes under the water and is gone.

“Darn it, I should have asked him some questions while I had him here.” Ford brings a hand to his mouth in thought.

She playfully shoves him. “I say we should be happy that we’re alive.”

“You know what I say?” Stan asks and begins stripping his clothes. “I say we have a beach day! Been forever since we were in a warmer climate like this!” He splashes into the water in just his underwear, leaving the other two behind.

“What do you say, my love?” Ford pulls her to his chest.

She wraps her arms around his neck. “Having a nice calm day after almost drowning to death? I think we deserve it.” She plants a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and begins striping down to her underwear. “Race you to the water.”

Ford doesn’t have to be asked twice before he follows suit removing his clothes.

After hours of relaxing on the beach and playing in the water like children, the sun had begun to set. Stan had made his way back to the boat leaving only her and Ford on the beach.

Ford is laying on his back, her head rests against his shoulder. His arms are tightly wrapped around her. Her fingers absentmindedly trace the knit pattern on his sweater.

“I can’t believe out of anywhere I could be in the world right now, I’m here with you.” She whispers.

He hums and she can feel his chest vibrate under her cheek. She turns her head to look at him. His eyes are closed but there's a smile on his face.

“Are you asleep?” She giggles.

He hummed a sound to tell her no.

She breathes out a laugh and sits up. “Let’s head back before the sun sets all the way.”

He opens his eyes half lidded and smiles at her. She takes his hand and helps him sit up. His hands move to her face to draw her in for a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

---------- “Alright, there. I think that will work.” She places the tablet down on the table she and her boys are sat at.

“Are you sure you set it up right?” Ford asks.

She rolls her eyes. “I helped build an interdimensional portal. I think I can figure it out.”

“I just wanted to make sure. You remember what happened when you tried to set up our vhs to record Saturday Night Dead.” Ford reminds her.

“That was one time! It’s not my fault the vhs caught fire!” She huffs.

“Can you two stop arguing like an old married for a couple?” Stan groans.

Ford and her share a look and smile. Their attention is pulled away from each other when the tablet begins to make noise.

“Oh, it’s ringing!” She leans forward and presses the green answer button. “Hello? Kids, can you hear us?”

She's greeted with the sound of laughter. “You’re too close to the camera. Move back a little.” She moves back and the screen reveals Dipper and Mable.

“I told you I set it up just fine!” She pats Ford’s chest.

“Kids! It’s good to see you!” Stan greets.

“You guys look so cute in all your boat gear!” Mable squeals.

“Yeah you guys look really cool!” Dipper confirms.

“How has school been going!” Ford asks.

“Great! I got accepted into some senior level classes for next semester.” Dipper cheers.

Mable pushes dipper aside to hog the camera. “And I got a boyfriend!”

Dipper shoves Mabel back to get back in frame. “Yeah, and he’s actually not awful and kinda normal?”

“Congratulations to you both.” She smiles and leans her head against Ford’s shoulder.

They continue to talk and catch up for almost an hour.

“So we can come back to Gravity Falls next summer for sure?” Dipper inquires.

“Absolutely! I've been in contact with Fiddleford and he said we are more than welcome to stay with him in the old Northwest manor.” Ford confirms.

“Soos also said you’re welcome to sleep over at the shack whenever you want.” Stan chimes in.

“I can’t wait to see you two again! You’re really the best great niece and nephew ever.” She comments.

“You’re the best graunt ever!” Dipper and Mabel speak in unison, then begin to giggle and shove each other.

“See you two in a few months!” With that they end the call.

“A month and four weeks, four days, and six hours.” Ford says precisely.

“But who's counting?” She teases.

“And only a month, fours weeks, two days, and four hours until you become my wife.” Ford pulls her close, Stan rolls his eyes and leaves the upper cabin.

“Now that I am counting down to.” She plants a kiss to his cheek. “Mrs.Pines, I love how that sounds.”

“Well then, Mrs. Pines?” He kisses her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips. “Will you do the honor of being mine?”

“I already agreed to marry you, that’s why we’re getting married.” She laughs.

“I know, but I love hearing you say it. I still can’t believe you agreed to marry me.” He jokes. “Will you say it? Say you’ll be mine? Forever and always?”

Her finger came up to trace his jawline and lead his lips to hers. “Forever and always.”

#waiting for you part six #stanford pines x reader #gravity falls reader insert #ford pines x reader #please check my ao3 for all tags and warnings #a kudos and comments would be appreciated too

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vargaslovinghours · 3 years ago

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Third time’s the charm (1 | 2)

Upside-down Edgar lol. I actually did draw him upside down, like that art exercise, I was surprised by how good he turned out! Floof

Couple’a yellow Jakes!

So for the end of Wish Fulfillment, I actually pictured their clothes in stages :0 At least once they were back to being represented physically rather than an emotional energy haha. Starting off as raw and exposed and reflecting Edgar’s physical state, and then as they calmed down gaining clothes but still not quite back up to full - I always think Scriabin looks very small without his coat and considering how vulnerable he was there, it just seemed to fit. By the time he pushed Edgar away, I saw him with his coat again. It wasn’t described that way but I thought it was interesting that my brain supplied it anyway lol

Hug time. Scriabin’s hesitant, too bad it’s so hard to resist affection

One of a few Scriabin temps of him holding his head, I’m glad I finally got to use this pose haha

Another doodle off the heels of Omori. Black lightbulbs symbolize a repressed thought, hmm

A bit of ominous posing, neither of them look particularly happy about it tho

I forget which one I was rereading but it made me cry, so I’m gonna guess it was You Can’t Live Like This ♥ Ohp, wait, upon reviewing my notes, it was Parent-Teacher Night. There’s just so many to choose from!

When Coco took over my brain for about a week lol, skeletons are a good look. Those scars probably wouldn’t be down to his bones, maybe they’re detailing? I also liked the idea of Edgar having rather modest accents, and of them having similar designs ♪

I really liked the little split @happyfunballxd drew in Scriabin’s coat, little tails :D Super cute!

Couple Scriabins from behind, I wanted something sleepy-looking that showed his shoulder but the first one was a bit stiff, much better with a proper action line. He’s really so pretty ♪

I had a brief idea for a popular AU trope but I backtracked on it pretty quickly; I did still end up making a couple doodles that I thought were fun. Case in point, Scriabin feeding Edgar ice cream lol

Antagonistic yarn accessorizing. It’s just tied in place but it’s hard to remove! He probably knots it into his hair so it won’t just slip out just to be mean lol

Got into a bit of a steampunk mood and the return of the low ponytail. Goggles seem a bit redundant but they’re so fun! Plus I’ve drawn him in suspenders and a waistcoat, but not just a vest, he looks nice :D

Always holding each other closely. I think I just wanted them touching each other’s faces, they turned out quite cute, quite soft

I was watching some religion-and-mental-health type videos and the line “Self-loathing is a sin” came up and well. We’ve all seen those church marquees right lol

Digital redraw of the first of this set since I like it so much ♪ The shading was what I wanted to focus on the most, I’m quite happy with his lapels and the creases at the upper edges of his sleeves but I do miss the detail the doodle version had in his hair ahh

Chocolate! Tiny nibbles

Very small doodle of Scriabin leaning over the couch to watch Edgar play something. I guess it’d be on a Gameboy, looks more like an SP here lol

I thought of these for an April Fools Day comic where things are cute and fluffy and domestic, but I didn’t have the energy for it unfortunately :’) It wasn’t exactly how I wrote it down, so maybe I can rework it yet

More!! Lol

Scriabin bein’ nasty, repression’s a must-be-mean topic haha, there is a lot of it

Just a little possessive, only a little bit. I really like the arm posing especially

I ended up really liking this one, impatient Scriabin with his arms thrown everywhere plush haha

I’ll be here all week

I tend to draw Edgar’s sleeves folded against his arms rather than loose and free, so I gave it a go and thought it looked a little silly haha. I’m all for silly tho!

Rude

He has never in his life had any amount of street smarts

More YGOTAS lol

I’ve drawn Scriabin carrying Edgar around bridal style a few times and the sizing was always off but I keep returning to it ‘cause symbolism and closeness. Exhausting work, carrying all that baggage!

More carrying around, where’s Edgar’s head even if Scriabin’s still here? Wake up!

Felt like revisiting one of my earlier facial hair styles, looks so strange now that I’ve moved away from it

Original sketches for Carry you here, I’m happy with how both versions turned out but I am a little sad the cheek touch turned into more of a forehead touch in the digital version, I feel like this one’s just a bit sweeter. I wanted the glow to be a bit more obvious too but couldn’t quite figure out the shading

And trying to figure out what hand expression I wanted, thumb touch was very important

Oh-so-subtly mixing sweetness and dropping hints, not that Edgar will ever pick up on them

He’s real happy they’re there in the first place lol

No body to hug with :(

I was doing some proportion practice and him sitting on the couch was funny at the time

He has fallen, goodness gracious. So dramatic haha

Spook poofs. How could you Edgar!

Put a shirt on

Scriabin taking apart Edgar’s “guiltless” self-image. “It was never yours to begin with,” reminding him of everything he’s done

Pretty sure I was inspired by a cat video for this one lol. “I didn’t ask for this!” “Okay I’ll stop” “I didn’t ask for that either!”

Something-something Edgar’s yarn is somewhat loose but Scriabin’s is tied to Edgar’s hand. I actually have a good several Vargas hand expressions but these are probably the most obvious

S’fucken wimdy

Cryingggg 🌸 Three apiece, gotta keep it fair haha. Although Edgar’s not crying for the first one, he’s not quite hit that overwhelm just yet, Scriabin’s not so lucky

That’s February through the end of May! Still so many ideas lol

#💟#Doodles #Sketchdump #Art #Edgar #Scriabin #Jake #I'm somewhere in there too #What?? No abuse this time???#Well no hitting anyway pfft there's still mean words #These just keep getting longer and longer #To be fair this one's got a slightly longer time frame but I tried to keep it ~about~ the usual four months #Hard to believe there's enough consistency that I can do these every four months lol #There's already a few for June since it's comin' out late lol #I really should build these as I go so I remember them a bit better #Even in this set there's a couple I want to finish! It's yet to be seen but I am not lacking in ambition I guess lol #To be fair there are a couple original sketches to completed ideas here! That's good #Also the number of doodles I left out that's just [disgruntled headshot] I have so frickin' many of those and I can't explain why #You think my spacey chibis are plentiful? Well you're right but also vaguely put-out bust-ups are nearly matched lol #I like to keep things a little more dynamic tho even practice/test doodles can be very varied lol

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carcinized · 4 years ago

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Analogince Headcannons

Because the Analogince tag is severely lacking in fluff. (Also, expect a bullet fic soon, cuz boy have I got ideas askskdkjjsjsns)

Note: This is a human au! :)

Virgil and Logan will debate conspiracy theories. They both love watching them, and Logan is extremely critical whereas Virgil just finds them outrageously funny. Sometimes Roman has to mediate when Logan gets really passionate.

Roman is extremely touch-starved, contrary to what you might expect. He’s not good at initiating touch for himself, only doing it to make the others feel better/for their pleasure, never his own. So when Virgil or Logan holds him close and presses soft kisses to his forehead, he absolutely melts.

Logan reads the others fairytales when they can’t sleep. Virgil will usually make fun of them in some way or another while Roman shushes him, adorably wrapped up in the classic stories. Logan finds both of their reactions extremely endearing.

Logan is the only one who can drive. Roman and Virgil usually fight over who gets to ride shotgun, so Logan had to create a turn-taking system. Every once in a while, though, they’ll sit together in the backseat and cuddle.

Despite Logan being the only one who drives, he usually lets the others pick the music, once again alternating each car ride. Whoever’s in the backseat gets to pick the music as a compromise for not getting to sit up front.

If one of them moves to the backseat, they’ll usually use Virgil’s earbuds and phone to alternate between their music tastes, though they both secretly like the other’s as well as their own. No Logan will check back in the mirror every once in a while and smile at his adorable boyfriends, who often just cuddle closer once they’ve got earbuds connecting them.

Roman writes and Logan edits his work, making it better without hurting Roman’s feelings, unlike previous editors Roman had worked with.

Roman and Logan often work late into the night, not realizing how late it is. Virgil will make sure they eat and drink water, then once it gets late either use his powers of being Cute™ (aka puppy eyes and begging, plus little kisses to distract them from what they’re doing) or being Annoying™ (aka drawing on their arms, whining, calling their names, draping himself over them, etc) to get them to come to bed.

Roman likes to sleep in the middle of the two of them. As I mentioned earlier, he’s touch-starved, and the others definitely notice. Logan will usually play with his hair to help him sleep, while Virgil just pulls Roman closer so he can cuddle into his chest.

Roman usually falls asleep first, after which Virgil and Logan will say goodnight to each other, maybe share a sleepy kiss, and go to sleep next to him. Roman knows they do this because he faked being asleep once and felt Logan press a kiss to his hair then wish Virgil sweet dreams. Virgil did the same to Logan and adjusted Roman to pull him closer. Roman just smiled happily. He never told them that he knew, though it wasn’t a secret, either.

Roman loves forehead kisses. Like, LOVES them. He wasn’t planning on telling the others because he wasn’t sure how, but his reaction when Logan kissed him there gave it away.

Logan was carrying him to bed after a long day. He set a half-asleep Roman down in the bed and crawled in next to him before pulling him close and pressing his lips to Roman’s forehead. He lingered there while Roman melted against him with a sigh.

“You like forehead kisses, huh?”

“Mm... Mm-hm.”

Roman assumed Logan had told Virgil because ever since then, they both went out of their way to kiss his forehead. Whether it was before bed, in the morning, or just a protective kiss before they went out into the world, they always did it, and it always made Roman extremely happy.

Roman loves PDA but rarely initiates it. Logan is indifferent to it but is happy to take Roman’s hand if it makes him happy. Virgil dislikes it but sometimes does it anyway because he knows Roman enjoys it.

Despite being stand-offish outside their apartment, Virgil is extremely clingy at home. He’s shy about strangers knowing who he loves, but has no problem straddling Roman or Logan’s legs at home when they’re innocently watching TV and kissing them breathless. Luckily, both Roman and Logan love it when he’s affection with them.

Each of them have a certain part of their body that being touched just makes them melt. For Roman, it’s his forehead, like I said. For Virgil, it’s his hair. And for Logan, though he’ll never admit that he enjoys physical touch, it’s his hands and arms.

Virgil likes to draw, and he’ll often doodle on Roman or Logan’s arms or legs, with or without a pen. If he’s got a pen, he’ll draw flowers or patterns or something like that. If he doesn’t, he’ll just trace his finger over their skin. Sometimes he writes things with his finger, too—often the words I love you. He sometimes doodles little hearts, as well, which the others will recognize, unlike the words he writes, which are just for him, and no one else—not even the person he’s writing them on.

Or so he thinks. Actually, Roman figured it out, and as soon as he realized, grinned a ridiculous smile. He didn’t say anything until Virgil left to go to the grocery store, after which he squealed happily. Logan came out of the bedroom, asking what was wrong, and Roman excitedly explained to him that he finally figured out what it was Virgil always wrote on them. Logan smiled when he found out, as well. Neither of them told Virgil that they knew, knowing he’d stop doing it if they did.

STARGAZING. These idiots could stargaze for hours. Logan will tell the others the story of how the stars were created scientifically with the Big Bang and whatnot every time. Roman will tell stories about the mythology of the constellations, or random star gods and goddesses. He’ll tell the story of the Egyptian goddess, Nut, the story of Orion and his bow, and Cassiopeia’s story. Virgil will just listen and watch the stars as the others talk. Sometimes he’ll make up his own constellations and let Roman create a story about them, with him and Logan sometimes piping in with little details.

Sometimes, Roman does a planetarium voice to make fun of the stuffy people who’re hired to work there. He’ll even play “planetarium music” from his phone to “set the mood,” as he calls it. Logan hates it—“Planetariums are wonderful scientific places of learning and disovery!”—but Virgil loves it—“Yeah, yeah, Specs. But they’re hella weird. Let Princey poke fun at ‘em.”

Roman is the king of flirting, but on one of the rare occasions when Logan or Virgil flirts back, he’s a flustered mess. He’ll walk up to one of them, wrap his arms around them, and dip them backwards so they’re nose-to-nose and just look at them. If they flirt back, for example, asking, “Like what you see, babe?” his eyes will widen in surprise and he’ll nearly drop them.

Okay, that’s it for now. You’re welcome to add onto it in the comments, but please keep it fluffy because there’s not enough Analogince fluff, okay?

Oh yeah, and seriously, expect a bullet fic.

#yeah they’re my otp #i love them ok??#analogince #prinxielogical #sanders sides #thomas sanders #fanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #creativity sanders #ts roman #ts virgil #ts logan #logan sanders #logic sanders #sanders sides headcannons #analogince headcannons #marilyn’s writing uwu

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maybankiara · 4 years ago

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BORROWED TIME (1/2)

pairing: JJ Maybank x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: JJ’s girlfriend tells him she loves him, and it’s the one thing he’s not ready to hear.

word count: 3k

warning: negative self-image on jj’s part; implications of anxiety issues and trauma from his upbringing

additional: this is basically 90% angst with some fluff thrown into the mix, it’s based on i love you by billie eilish as if the song were from jj’s perspective, hence the fic is from jj’s perspective, too. it’s a part one out of two.

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part two

JJ Maybank is a lonely boy. He is hurting more often than he isn’t, and most of it doesn’t even come in the shape of jabs that turn him into a canvas of red, purple, and yellow. It’s words, often, leaving his skin unscathed but his mind cut deeply, little by little.

He wonders, sometimes, if some of what is said about him is true. He wonders if he truly is the person his father sees him to be – drunken thoughts are meant to be sober thoughts, and what’s that other than honest truth? The words might hurt, and JJ might be able to shove them underneath the rug in his chest, but sometimes it’s not his dad who says them.

Sometimes it’s John B, when he makes a joke about JJ ending up like Luke. The Pogues laugh, because what they know of his father is only that he’s a criminal.

They don’t know he makes JJ’s life a living hell. He doesn’t want them to; he doesn’t want their pity.

It’s the times like these when he turns to the one person who looks at him like she sees him for who he’s trying to be, not who he is.

‘What?’ Y/N asks, grinning over her knee.

‘Nothing,’ mumbles JJ.

‘You’re staring.’

‘Admiring.’

Y/N rolls her eyes, going back to the textbook in her lap. She’s sitting in her chair, one of her knees pulled to her chest with an arm around it, and the other one resting on the seat with the textbook on top of it, her fingers flicking through its pages, or jotting thoughts into the notebook on her desk.

She’s not used to compliments, at least not from JJ. He’s not a very vocal person when it comes to expressing his feelings in an honest, joke-free manner, and it was something they had to work through. Now, JJ makes a point of telling her what’s on his mind, even if it’s simply how he can’t take his eyes off of her, or how he can’t believe she’s with him.

Most of the time, she thinks it’s a joke.

Most of the time, JJ understands the trends of people having had enough of him, seeing whatever it is his father sees in him, and he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

JJ is sprawled across her bed, keeping her company as she studies. He’s in his usual attire, cargo shorts and a sleeveless top, lying in his usual spot. Lately, since she started prepping for her exams, he’s been spending more time here. It’s quiet in a way his house isn’t – people fill nearly every corner of the small space with their trinkets, but it’s never imposing. It’s all smiles, warm beverages and snacks, Y/N’s mom checking up on the two of them, her dad inviting them for dinner.

It’s quiet in a way where people who live together understand the others’ need to be alone.

‘JJ,’ he hears her voice, soft through the sleepiness. ‘You good?’

He nods. ‘How’s studying going?’

Y/N sighs pointedly, draping her arms over the back of her chair. ‘I’m done. I’m too tired to do any more today.’

‘How much have you done?’

‘Seven chapters, I think.’ She flicks through her notebook, and it brings warmth to his heart, because he knows her. ‘Seven, yeah.’

‘Then you can do one more.’

‘I’m tired,’ she complains.

JJ props himself up on his elbows, shuffling backwards until he’s pressed against the headboard, grinning at his girlfriend. ‘Just start it. You’ll have less to do tomorrow.’

She gives him a look that he’s seen enough times to know that she’s given in, because he’s right. Not only will she have less to do tomorrow, but she’s also not tired to the point where she can’t study anymore. If she were, she wouldn’t have gone through her notebook to check how much she’s done.

‘Fine. But I’m getting the cuddles.’

JJ grins, wide and bright and honest. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

Y/N goes back to studying and JJ goes back to thinking, under the pretence of being on social media. Her shoulders are hunched over the book again and the desk lamp isn’t providing her with enough light, but she’d rather hurt her eyesight than to replace that particular lamp.

He knows everything about her. He knows how to tell when she’s too tired to study, what lamps she likes, how she likes her tea, how she breathes in each stage of falling asleep. He knows when they’re lying on the bed and her fingers trace the outline of his jaw, she’s falling in and out of sleep, happy to have him by her side. When her hands are on his chest, or his abs, and she’s doodling shapes on his skin, she wants more to just cuddle.

He knows how to read her mood based on the way she flicks her hair. He knows how her day’s been based on the eagerness of the kiss she gives him.

JJ Maybank is a perceptive boy, and he’s made it his mission to care for her to the best of his abilities.

He watches her stretch, arms above her head as she gives him a slight smile. She tucks her hair behind her ears, as some of it has escaped the braid she’d put it in.

Eventually, she’ll be good without him. He doesn’t know when it’s going to happen—when she’s going to realise that she’s better off without him—but he revels in the now.

Fifteen minutes later, the textbook is closed with a thud. A groan follows right after. Y/N gets up from the chair and JJ has about a second’s notice before she throws herself onto the bed, nesting her head into his chest.

‘I’m done with this shit,’ she murmurs. He feels her voice against his skin even through the fabric; it’s enough to send shivers down his spine.

‘Then rest,’ he says. ‘We’ll go get some snacks afterwards, watch a movie.’

Y/N nods, and he already feels her dozing off.

JJ closes his eyes, wishing he could relax like she did. He takes one of her hands into his, rubbing soothing circles into her palm. His other hand is lost in her hair, massaging the scalp in slow, circular motions, the way he knows puts her to sleep with ease.

The problem with moments like these is that they’re too perfect. It’s like film, for him, showing the memories of things he’s about to lose.

this is what you can’t have, the quiet voice in the back of his mind says, the one that sounds like Luke Maybank. you could never earn something like this.

It’s called borrowed time.

She stirs against him, waking up. JJ pulls her closer into his chest and tries to forget the words his dad yelled at him this morning. He fixates on Y/N as if she’s the only thing that matters right now, and in a way, she is.

JJ breathes heavily, but she doesn’t notice. Her lips move and she mutters something he doesn’t understand, and he doesn’t think about it. His hand leaves her hair and slips underneath the back of her shirt instead, tracing circles on her bare skin.

He’ll hold her close as long as she lets him.

Some time later, she stirs again. He sees her wake, slowly and in a daze. His face is the first thing her eyes search for; he sees the sleep still in them, the tiredness from studying. He places a kiss on her forehead, as soft as he can.

‘Morning, sleeping beauty,’ he says, even though it’s nearly midnight. ‘You ready to get some snacks?’

She closes her eyes with a shake of head. Her fingers trail to his jaw and she’s tracing it again, fingers light as feathers. ‘I think I’d rather stay in bed.’

‘Want me to get them?’

‘No.’

‘Movie?’

‘I’m too tired,’ she says, and JJ can tell it’s the truth.

He places a kiss to her hair. It’s not the end of the night just yet – he knows that because she’s always the first one to say they’re going to bed. Her parents are okay with him staying over because they know how they feel about one another, and they trust them to be responsible enough. A deeper side of him suspects it might be because they have a hunch of what’s waiting for him at home, but he doesn’t dwell on it.

Moonlight is shining through the window, into the room. It’s soft and ethereal, just like every moment he’s with her.

Her laptop is still playing some music, he notices, low in the background. It’s too quiet for him to be able to tell what it is, but the sensible notes are soothing enough.

Y/N isn’t asleep. Her fingers are still beneath his chin and her heart is beating against his own, irregular. JJ wonders how many of these moments he’s got left.

He takes hold of her hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it softly.

She whispers his name as if it were a secret.

He holds her fingers to his lips, brushing them with his eyes now closed.

‘I love you,’ she says, softly.

JJ doesn’t move. Y/N doesn’t move either, and he somehow manages to register that she said those words half-asleep, and hasn’t probably even registered what she’s done.

She falls asleep and he becomes wide awake. His lips are still brushing against her fingers, his hot breath fanning the knuckles. His eyes sting and he feels his nose is about to become runny, his heart is speeding up and body growing hot, but he doesn’t move.

If he moves, the moment is over, and he has to deal with it.

JJ doesn’t want to deal with it.

He knows she didn’t mean it, because she couldn’t have – he’s not the person she sees him as. He’s not as kind, or as determined, or as self-sufficient; he’s not as ready to open up as she is. It’s been long time coming, the moment where he finally admits that she deserves better than a boy who can’t even admit to his girlfriend how shitty his life is.

Now that it’s here, JJ knows that as soon as either of them moves, things will have change.

This isn’t—

fuck, he thinks, and that’s about the only coherent thought he can form.

no, comes next, and it’s far more persistent than any other. It keeps repeating until it’s the only sound he can hear, and he lets go off Y/N’s hand. He pushes her off, gently enough for it not to be rude, but pointedly enough for it to be odd.

She rubs her eyes, looking at him as if she’s just woken up.

maybe she has, he thinks. maybe she doesn’t even know she said it.

‘JJ?’

He swallows and it’s hard, and he presses his back against the headboard, both of his hands in his hair. Words escape him – he can’t think.

Y/N’s now in front of him, with her hands steadying him on his knees. He looks through her, recalling every single thing about himself he’s never told her.

how can she love someone she doesn’t even know?

He clears his throat, swallowing the emotions threatening to overflow. ‘You— Why did you say that.’

‘Oh.’ Her voice is inaudible and it’s the shape of her lips telling JJ she said anything at all – her eyes fall to her lap and her face loses colour, all in once.

The music has stopped playing. JJ wishes there was something else other than this deafening silence.

i should say i’m sorry, crosses his mind, but he can’t bring himself to do it.

am i sorry?

‘I’m sorry if it’s too soon,’ says Y/N, unable to meet his eyes. ‘I didn’t mean to—’

‘Yeah,’ he cuts her off. ‘You didn’t mean it.’

‘No, JJ—’

‘It’s alright.’

Y/N’s lips part, but no sound comes out. She’s staring at him with his face unreadable – or maybe JJ is refusing to understand whatever she’s feeling. If he tells her she didn’t mean it, that she lied, that he doesn’t need to face what happened—

‘I meant it,’ she says.

JJ shakes his head. His hands push hers off of his knees and his body stiffens when she flinches at the roughness of his action. He pushes himself halfway off the bed, not looking at her anymore.

He can’t. Not with the look in her eyes – not after she flinched at what he’d done. Not after what he’d done.

‘You don’t love me,’ he tells her. ‘It’s a lie.’

you and i are no different, son. look at her face – she’s afraid of you. you can’t blame it on me, too. this is all you.

‘I don’t know what’s gotten into you, JJ. I know I might’ve said it too soon, but this – this isn’t you.’

Her fingers are on his shoulders, rubbing them, as they’ve done countless times before. JJ resists the instinct to lean his head to the side, let his cheek rest against the back of her hand, because this is over now.

you are going to hurt her.

His eyes flutter and tears threaten to fall, but he doesn’t let them. He shakes her hands off her shoulders. He wants to turn around, to look at her, to take her face in his hands and tell her everything’s going to be okay, but he’s not a liar.

So he doesn’t.

‘You don’t love me,’ he repeats, instead. ‘You can’t.’

‘JJ—’

‘You have no idea who I am.’ His eyes are fixed on the window and the silver light shining through it – if he so much as moves his head an inch to her, he’ll fall apart. The words are coming through gritted teeth. ‘I’m not the kind person you see me as. I’m not that good. I’m my father’s son and that’s the one thing you refuse to see – and you can’t love me if you don’t see me for who I am.’

JJ spins his head to face her, and it’s so fast that she flinches, again. He doesn’t look at her so much as he looks through her – his body is cold and head filled with the noise of his blood boiling.

‘The person you think you love doesn’t exist, Y/N. He never did. You can’t live in the fairytale.’

A few moments pass in silence and it takes him a little too long to realise it isn’t a silence, at all. Y/N is breathing quietly, sniffling between every other breath or so. When he finally looks at her, she’s trembling; blood has left her face and she looks a little sick, a little faint. Her cheeks are glistening on the moonlight and the patches under her eyes red, even if her eyes are closed.

She doesn’t say anything. Her soft cries are all that fills out the room, and JJ is starting to feel their weight on his own chest.

‘I’m—’ sorry, he thinks, but he doesn’t say it.

i’m my father’s son, he recalls himself saying. Now, the words make his stomach twist in knots, and he understands why it felt wrong when she said it.

‘There’s shit about me you don’t know,’ he forces himself to say. His fingers are balled up in fists because if they weren’t, he’d reach out and hold her until she stopped crying. ‘Bad shit. Shit you wouldn’t want to deal with.’

He expects her to say something, but she doesn’t.

Y/N doesn’t hide her crying and somehow it hurts more than if she did. is this what i deserve?

‘I should go,’ he says.

She nods, and it’s the first reaction she gives him. ‘I think so, too.’

They don’t say goodbye. He picks up his things and it’s quiet; she doesn’t even so much as glance at him. Her cries are quiet but they’re persistent, and he can’t help but hate himself for doing this to her.

JJ parts his lips and he feels the words on his tongue, but he thinks of her face when he pushed her away, and nothing comes out.

His hand is on the doorknob when he hears her chuckle drily. It makes her sound almost broken, and he freezes in the spot.

‘You’re an idiot, JJ, if you think I’d be in love with someone I don’t know,’ she tells him. Her voice is hoarse and hurting, but strong, still. ‘I know about your dad. I know about your criminal record. You’re not as good at hiding shit as you think you are, you know.’

A cold shiver runs through his body. His mind falls blank, too, and his hand falls from the doorknob. He wants to turn around, to look at her, but he can’t.

It’ll break him.

Even if there are tears already streaming down his face, it’ll shatter him.

She chuckles again and his knees buckle as he leans his forehead against the wooden door. ‘I guess I’m the idiot, then,’ she says, ‘for choosing to see the best in the person I love.’

JJ presses his fist against the wood until it starts to hurt. His teeth are clenched, but a sob still escapes him.

‘Y/N…’ he begins, but no words follow.

i fucked up.

He sighs. His hand grabs the doorknob again.

but it’s for the best.

‘I think you’ve said enough,’ she tells him.

JJ grits his teeth and pushes himself through the door, and then through the hallway, and then through the main door, until he’s out, in the fresh air, and he lets out a shaky sob as he holds his hand to his mouth, muffling it.

His chest is hurting and his head is hurting and his cheeks are hurting and he feels the need to hit something, anything, because his hands feel like they’re on fire and he’s angry at the world and he’s just—

He falls to the ground, holding his knees to his chest, with only the moon to shine some light. His eyes look up to the bright spot in the sky, feeling the heartbreak as if it were an itch across his whole body – her face flashes before his eyes, her smile, then her flinching away from him, then her tear-stained cheeks, and he can no longer hold himself together.

what have i done?

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part two

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#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #outer banks fic #obx fic #my fic #my imagines #f: obx #c: jj

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melissa-s23 · 4 years ago

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Two birds in one stone

Summary: “Despite how many people thought Janus had the upper hand, Patton truly was the mastermind of them all. And he thanked the stars the moral side used it for good, like he did here, both directly comforting someone and making someone admit that maybe, just maybe, someone didn't hate you as much as you thought they did.”

Relationship: Familial Moxiety, ex-familial Anxceit.

Word: 1570

Author’s note: Not a lot happens in this oneshot of mine, but you know what? That shouldn’t be a requirement for writing. Sometimes you just want to write A soft double comfort fic and there’s nothing to do about it! Had the idea a while back and finally got to write it in-between non sensical doodles. Hope you enjoy it! :)

Janus woke up in the middle of the night. He wasn't sure why as no sound seemed to come out of his room and no one was here. Everything was calm and silent, and he didn't remember any nightmare, so it couldn't be the reason of it. Wait, no. By focusing a bit, he could hear a soft cry coming from downstairs, the living room. Oh, well.... someone was having a meltdown in the commons. He would check on whoever that was later on, he needed his sleep righy now-

- « Dad ! » Virgil's voice plead shakily from afar.

… Virgil.

Janus froze. Virgil. It was virgil- Virgil was crying. Virgil was crying and called for his dad....

His dad.

Him- Janus was his dad-

Virgil was calling Janus downstairs.

The deceitful side rose on his feet and hurried outside of his room. He rushed down the stairs so fast he almost tripped several times. He turned at the corner, he was almost there. As he turned he was met with a crying virgil.....

in Patton's arms.

Oh. Right. Patton. Patton was Virgil's father now. It was over. How could have he forgotten ? Their relationship was dead burried in the past. Now Patton was the one to comfort Virgil whenever he had a meltdown. Patton would be the one whispering kind words to him while tracing smooth circles on Virgil's back- back which was facing Janus right now. He cursed himself. Well, at least he didn't get to see Janus in his pathetic regretful self. He could just go back to his room and get off without dealing with any humiliation. That was already that.

… Guess he couldn't even have that. Patton lifted his head and met the hurt eyes of the scaly side. They both stared at each other surprised and Patton caught on what lead Janus here after a few seconds. Patton could blow up his cover or get even more protective of Virgil. Janus turned torward the stairs to go back to not face any of those options but as on cue, Patton spoke.

- « Hey, Virgil ? »

- « Mhh ? » he mumbled

- « Did you have those 'bad mood moments' before ? »

- « ….yeah. »

- « Do you remember how you managed at the time ? »

Both Virgil and Janus froze. The yellow one turned his face to observe whatever Patton was doing. Silence felt the room for a few moments.

- « ...Deceit would help me. » Virgil admitted bluntly and ashamed. Janus had to force himself to mute the gasp in his throat. Virgil wasn't aware Janus was in the room yet, and he would do everything for it to stay that way.

Patton smiled sympathetically and continued.

- « Alright. What would he do then ? » he asked while brushing Virgil's hair softly.

« you're not forced to tell, but I think we could try to do similar things to cheer you up. »

- « ...He would... hold my hand. » Janus' eyes widened in shock. Virgil was openly talking about a moment he and Janus shared ? What was Patton's magic ?

« He would hold my hand, and.... he would speak with a calming voice. Sometimes, even if he tried to hide it, he sounded very worried.... but his voice always stayed calm. It was weird, I don't know how he could do that.. He would sometimes shapeshift into one of you as well and try to mimic you in a parodic way. » He let out a weak laugh, and Patton giggled a bit. He looked at Janus, who felt really unfortunate he couldn't cough his embarassement away.

« He wasn't mean though, don't worry. »

- « It's okay. It must be quite entertaining to watch. » he answered without looking away from Janus, and even dared give him a knowing look.

- « Heh, it was. He can be very funny when he wants to. » Janus could almost hear the smile on his face. He also realized it was fading away a second later.

« And then, if I still wouldn't stop crying... or shaking, or panicking or any of the stuff I'm so good at.... he... he would sing. »

Patton looked back at Virgil surprised. « Oh ? »

- « Yeah. He... he always had this lullaby and... no matter what, when he sings it, I would always calm down. » he clenged onto Patton's shirt and Janus and he both recalled the melody. It was as if it was playing in the room at this instant.

Virgil started humming the melody with his hoarse voice and Patton closed his eyes. It was an old song, Thomas probably forgot about it with time. It wasn't one his parents would sing to him, but he found it one day and the melody stuck with Janus. It was just so simple, and on a fine line between haunting and reassuring. Janus would make it fall into the latter any time he had to reassure Virgil.

« So close your eyes, on Hushabye mountain..

Wave goodbye to cares of the day

And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain

Sail far away from Lullaby Bay »

As virgil tried to not make his voice crack while singing it, Janus couldn't help but mimic the words from his lips, failing to hide his nostalgic smile.

« Do you think I can try to sing it ? »

- « … You could... but it wouldn't be the same.... Only Deceit can put it like he does. »

Janus felt something inside of him bloom. His mind repeated those words he didn't know he needed to hear to badly.

- « I see.... you two really seem to have got along nicely before. »

- « Heh, that doesn't even begin to describe it. » he laughed, but it quickly died down. « … It's just.... So much happened... and …. He.... he did some nasty stuff.. I mean, I did too but like... » he sighed « We both messed it up. »

Patton stayed silent, but everyone in the room heard the underlying question.

« I wouldn't even know where to start. 'I'm sorry' isn't enough. Nice words aren't enough. A nice action ? What would that even be ? And it still wouldn't be nearly enough. How many nice things ? And despite everything I also want him to apologize for things- But... It just.... I tried to think of something, on how to …. 'make ammends' or something, or at least find a way to stop those memories from haunting me every freaking night.... I just can't. »

Patton watched and saw Janus step back. His hands were shaking and desperately holding his mouth, trying to keep himself silent. What ? Virgil, despite everything Janus did... wanted to make peace ? …. How, why, wh- ho-

« Virgil, you don't need to talk about it if you're not ready.... It's alright... »

- « No, it's alright... I... I don't want to hide things from you... that wouldn't be fair. Especially after you shared so much with us... with me... » Virgil hugged tightered. Patton returned.

They stayed like that for a few minutes and both parental sides were pretty sure Virgil fell asleep until he let go of Patton and broke the hug.

« Thank you a lot, Pop-tton. For... hearing me and helping me vent a little bit. I think I'll return to my room now. »

Oh crap oh crap oh crap. Janus had to go FAST-

- « What about a nice little glass of milk before? Those tend to make you more sleepy and you definitely need some rest, kiddo. »

- « Alright alright. But don't put on a movie and make me enjoy my night here instead of in my bed trying to fight insomnia ! »

- « Don't worry, I just need to grab something real quick upstairs. You can put on the blankets and pillow meanwhile, does that sound good to you ? »

- « Yeah, that sounds good. » Virgil rolled his eyes. Patton wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was luring virgil into movie night. But virgil didn't really want to oppose.

Patton nodded and got on the stairs and climbed it. He met the yellow side at the end of it, and simply put a hand on his shoulder.

- « Well, things aren't as hopeless as they seem, hm ? »

- « … Not like everything is solved. »

- « Of course not, but at least you didn't come down there for nothing. » He smiled and let go of Janus, heading toward his own room.

Janus watched as Patton dissapeared and let out a single laugh. Despite how many people thought Janus had the upper hand, Patton truly was the mastermind of them all. And he thanked the stars the moral side used it for good, like comforting people, both directly or by making someone else admit that maybe, just maybe, someone didn't hate you as much as you thought they did.

Janus returned to his room and, despite it being 2AM and knowing full well he wouldn't get any more sleep tonight, he felt the most rested in years.

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There you go!! :D Lot of fluff and trying to make ammends! I really like this specific trope when a character is revealing stuff about another character that is listening from behind and another person is aware of their presence but also continues the conversation, talking to both people at the same time. (I told you, I like specific things) And I felt like doing it here.

#Sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #my drawings #sanders sides fic #hurt/comfort

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ashtheshortstack · 4 years ago

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make them learn - ch 1

Rating: T Ship: Adrinette (sorta) Chapter 1/3: broken frame

Tags: Princess Justice AU, Akumatized Marinette, Bullying, One-Sided Reveal, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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“You’re either with me, or you’re against me.”

Lila’s words were clear and harsh, but Marinette battled akumas on a daily basis. It wasn’t something she couldn’t handle. She feared some things, but Lila Rossi definitely wasn’t one of them. Did the lying brat piss her off? Oh, big time. At first, it was jealousy revolving around Adrien, however, the blond seemed to figure out Lila’s lies all on his own. He didn’t need the constant proof. So, Marinette was comfortable that Adrien would never date someone like that. He wasn’t the type.

“From now on, you and I are at war. You will lose all your friends and be all alone. And Adrien will soon be mine.”

Marinette had to give her credit. The brat tried her best, that was for sure. Lila had successfully gotten her expelled, but suddenly just recanted all of her statements the next day and confirmed she made it all up. Blaming it on some stupid disease that didn’t exist, but whatever. It worked. She was thankful for that. Even though Lila’s change of heart clearly had something behind it, Marinette decided to not fret on it too much. It was clear the brat was still out to get her, but Marinette knew that taking the high road was obviously the best option. Adrien was right, there was no need to feed the troll.

No way could she have predicted that Lila had something more sinister up her sleeve. Of course, she hadn’t assumed that the incident was the last she’d hear from Lila, but Marinette didn’t realize there could be something much, much worse.

It had been a typical day for Marinette. There had been an akuma attack the previous evening, so she was a bit sleepy, but nothing she’d never pushed through before. She was Ladybug for a reason. She wouldn’t let a little lack of sleep ruin her day. Besides, Marinette looked forward to school. Seeing Adrien every day always uplifted her mood. He was such a kind soul, often lighting up the room more than she was sure he realized. Marinette knew he didn’t have a great homelife with his mother disappearing, assumed dead, and his father being an uptight, strict, recluse. It amazed her that he could be so positive every day. That he could be such a good person. Knowing what he went through just made her admire him even more.

Despite how she tried to hide her fondness for him, it was difficult. Luckily, Adrien was the oblivious type and had no idea what feelings Marinette harbored for him. And she planned to keep it that way. No matter how much she wanted to be with him, she knew that Adrien loved another girl. She assumed that it was Kagami. They had gotten awfully close lately. And it hurt even more because she and Kagami had become friends. So, it wasn’t like she could hate her or be angry at her for liking the same boy as her. Even though Marinette liked him first , she digressed. Kagami would be good for him. They had so much in common… so it was okay. No matter how painful it was. No matter how much it made Marinette’s chest tighten with an ache. No matter how she desperately hoped that Adrien would see her the way she saw him…

Taking her usual spot on the bench, Marinette sat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she doodled a few sketches into her sketchbook. However when Adrien arrived in the courtyard and made a bee-line for Nino, Marinette couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. She could feel a soft small cross her lips when Nino swung an arm over the blond’s shoulder with Adrien grinning in return. It was wonderful to see him happy. She was glad he had a friend like Nino.

“Hey, girl,” a familiar voice chimed.

Startling at Alya’s sudden appearance, Marinette gave a tiny yelp. “Oh, hi.”

“You had that dopey look on your face again. You could try to be a little less obvious, you know,” her best friend teased.

Marinette laughed and tugged at a pigtail, “Sorry, I don’t mean to,” she glanced back to Adrien with her smile returning and shrugged. “Besides, he never notices anyway.”

Scoffing, Alya shook her head. “Adrien does notice you. You know that, right?”

“Well, yeah. But in a friend kind of way. He doesn’t see me the way… well I see him,” there was a sadness in her tone that she didn’t like.

Marinette didn’t want to be disappointed that Adrien liked someone else. He was human. He was allowed to have his own crushes, right? But… she was also allowed to be human as well. And be sad she’d have to let him go. Maybe it was for the best? She had to focus on defeating Hawkmoth before she could even think about pursuing anything romantic. The world she lived in was dangerous, and she wouldn’t dare get Adrien dragged into it. If he got hurt… well, she wouldn’t know what she’d do.

Alya bumping her gently. “You sound like you’re giving up.”

“Not giving up,” she said with a shake of her head, “just respecting his choices. He’s such an amazing person, and I don’t want to get in the way of his happiness.”

“Oh, Marinette, he’ll see it someday…” Alya fell silent as Marinette gave a non committal hum in response. “In the meantime, are you gonna take all those pictures of him down in your room?” she asked.

“No way, he’s easy on the eyes.”

The two shared a laugh at that. Marinette returned to her drawing as Alya watched over her shoulder. Eventually, Alya flagged down her boyfriend. Nino, with Adrien in tow, came over to join the girls. Marinette was able to keep her cool when Adrien took a seat between her and Alya and watched her sketch.

“That looks great, Marinette. Have you thought about entering my father’s next contest?”

With a giggle, Marinette did her best to stop her heart from pounding. Stay cool, she reminded herself. “U-Uh, maybe. When is it?”

Adrien smiled. “It’s in a few weeks, I think. I can check with Nathalie and get back with you?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied quickly.

There was a beat before the blond spoke again. “You really are talented. I wish I could draw like you and Nathaniel.”

“I’m sure you can draw just fine. Someone as amazing as you? I’m sure you're great at anything,” she blabbered out.

He laughed at that. “Well, thanks. May I?” he asked, bobbing his head towards her sketchpad and holding his hand out for her pencil.

“O-Of course,” she sputtered and instantly handed him her pencil and book.

Marinette couldn’t help but watch him as he doodled in her sketchbook. His tongue poked out between his lips, wiggling slightly as he focused on his art. She noticed his brows pinch as her eyes wandered along his face down to his hands. Hands she’d held so many times and wished she could again and again. Granted, it was usually when Adrien was tugging her along to escape an akuma or that time he pulled her in to dance.

Sucking in a breath, she looked away as she felt her face warm. Marinette silently prayed that he hadn’t noticed the vibrant flush that kissed her cheeks. When he finished, he held up the completed product. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

In the middle of the page was a poorly drawn cat with a large body, stick legs, and a thick tail. There were dots for eyes and a squiggly cat mouth. Marinette couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of it, and Adrien quickly joined her.

“Maybe, I need more practice. You should teach me sometime.”

Marinette’s heart fluttered at the statement. “Yeah, maybe sometime. You may need quite a few lessons though,” she teased.

Adrien smirked at her. “You gotta be kitten me, Marinette, I thought I was pretty good.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the horrible pun. There was a dull sense of familiarity that she shoved into the back of her mind. It was common to make puns. No need to overthink it.

The bell chimed, echoing through the courtyard. Her friends all stood, ready to head to class. Adrien returned her sketchbook, smiling at her. “You coming?”

“You guys go ahead, I need to pack up my things.”

The blond tilted his head. “Need help?”

“No, no. I got it,” she assured him with a smile.

Adrien didn’t seem convinced, giving her a once over with a concerned pinch in his brows. But after a moment, gave a slight shrug and started up the stairs.

Letting out a loud sigh, Marinette took a moment to gather her wits. She was proud she was slowly able to interact with Adrien despite how nervous she still felt around him. Her heart always pounded while her palms felt clammy. Wiping her hands on her pants, she corrected herself. Marinette glanced down at her sketchpad, glancing over the drawing. Adrien signed his name at the bottom with a smiley face next to it. She smiled, hugging it to her chest. Marinette would always cherish any moment she had with him.

Standing, she gathered her things and headed up the stairs. Class went as usual. Lila was absent for the day, making Marinette relax a little knowing she wouldn’t have the brunette glaring at the back of her head for the day.

She took her notes, occasionally glanced down at Adrien (no one could blame her, really, he was so easy on the eyes), and drew tiny doodles on the corner of her paper. Marinette surprised herself with a little cat drawing that replicated the blond’s sketch from before. There was so much to learn about Adrien still. Did he really like cats? Maybe, he was a Chat Noir fan?

Marinette was yanked from her musings when an akuma burst into the door of the classroom. Her classmates screamed and took cover beneath their desks as Madam Bustier shouted for the akuma to be gone. But the akuma locked eyes with her before smirking wickedly.

“Ah, there you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I was hoping I’d find you here. I’m Crush Detector, and I’m here to expose your crush.”

Her heart pounded with panic. “W-What?”

Crush Detector gave a mused hum before prancing over to Adrien who stood at his desk with a gritted frown. “Don’t you want to know the truth , Adrien? We know how you feel about people who lie. I’m here to be honest… because we’re friends, aren’t we? ”

Marinette watched as his expression changed. His eyes hardened. “Lila!” he hissed.

Gaping, she looked at the akuma. “Lila?” Again!? How many times could this girl be akumatized intentionally? Was she working with Hawkmoth at this point?

With a grin, Crush Detector turned her attention to the projector holding up a camera that was clearly the inflicted object. “Why don’t we all see the truth, hm?”

Marinette watched in horror as the pictures of Adrien on the walls of her room flashed onto the screen, then Adrien’s schedule in detail, her desktop screen, then her. There was literal footage of her pieced together from before school. The entire conversation she and Alya had before class was played back in front of her, as well as her hugging the sketchpad after he’d doodled in it.

Tears pricked her eyes, her heart dropping into her stomach. Her throat felt tight as her hands began to shake. She was utterly humiliated. It wasn’t a secret to her classmates how she felt about Adrien, but for him to see…

Kim laughed aloud. “You have his whole schedule on hand?”

“I knew you liked him, but I didn’t realize you were a stalker, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe mused.

Her bottom lip wobbled as more and more images of her cooing over the blond were shoved into her face. As booked towards the door, vaguely hearing Alya and Adrien call after her.

Crush Detector blocked her exit. “Oh, running away from your feelings again , Marinette?”

She saw red. Marinette shoved Lila’s akumatized form out of the way. She booked it to the bathroom. Knowing that the akuma would be after her any moment, she locked the door, knowing it’d at least delay the process of Lila entering.

Taking deep breaths, Marinette held her head as she slid down the door. Sobs wracked her body as she buried her face into her knees.

“Marinette…” Tikki’s voice murmured as she floated out of the purse. “I’m so sorry…”

With a sniffle, she wiped her face. “We have to catch an akuma.”

“Marinette, are you okay?”

Her body felt numb. An emptiness swirled within her. There wasn’t time to care. Lila had done this to purposely humiliate her. And she wouldn’t let that witch get away with it. Marinette called on her transformation.

She left the bathroom, seeing Adrien searching around the courtyard. He hadn’t noticed her, thankfully.

Crush Detector laughed spitefully. “Oh, c’mon, Adrien! We know you don’t like her! Don’t pity her!”

The glare Adrien shot her was bone chilling. “This was the last straw, Lila. I told you to leave Marinette alone.”

“Oh, but… I’m not Lila anymore, am I?” she snickered as she sat on the railing.

Ladybug’s fist clenched. Rage flowed through her veins. A heat took over her she’d never felt before. It boiled at her back, shooting up her spine. Her fingers trembled with anger, her teeth grit harshly together.

“Shut up!” she screeched before wrapping the akuma in her yo-yo. Ladybug yanked her victim harshly, forcing Crush Detector off the high railing and down onto the concrete of the courtyard. The akuma shouted in pain as she met the ground forcefully. “That’s enough! That’s enough! ”

Adrien was stunned by Ladybug’s appearance, jaw hung open. She didn’t blame him. Marinette had never felt so much pain… hurt… anger… bubble through her. She’d never hurt an akumatized person intentionally. But Lila deserved it. She deserved so much worse!

Ladybug tightened her yo-yo. “Do you just love to hurt others!? Does it make you happy? What do you think will happen now, huh!? Do you really think Adrien will love you after this!?”

“Adrien will be mine,” Lila hissed.

She tightened the string. The akuma gasped for air.

Adrien took action. He ran over, snatching the inflicted camera and smashing it on the ground. The akuma flew out, but Marinette didn’t budge. When she saw Lila deakumatize… when she saw her at her mercy… she kept her wound in the yo-yo.

“You have so much hate in your heart. You’re a horrible person! You just love to humiliate others, and for what? It’s not going to make anyone like you. It won’t make Adrien like you. You’re just a coward! Too afraid to be yourself, so you lie to everyone and bring everyone else down to bring yourself up!”

“Ladybug!”

She gasped, glancing over at Adrien. His face was red. Had he been shouting at her the whole time?

Quickly, she released Lila and snatched the akuma from the air. She waved off the butterfly silently. Adrien was staring at her with an emotion she couldn’t read. Lila was glaring at her with more fury than ever before. Swallowing, Ladybug gave Adrien a nod before whipping her yo-yo and fleeing quickly.

o~o~o~o

Sobs wracked her body. Marinette hadn’t even made it to her bed. She wallowered on the floor, her face in her hands. Hot tears spilled onto her hands. Breathing was difficult through her cries, unable to catch necessary air. She vaguely felt Tikki’s pats of comfort on her head.

“Marinette, you have to calm down… Hawkmoth will--”

“I know , Tikki… I know. I-I need to--” she glanced down at her phone. There were many, many missed calls from both Alya and Adrien. Even one from Nino… which may have just been Alya calling from his phone. She couldn’t be sure. Her throat felt tight as she scrolled through her messages.

There were texts from Lila. How’d she even gotten her number!? Who would’ve given it to her?

Hope you learned your lesson about crossing me. He’ll never love you.

Marinette didn’t dare open any more of them. She felt sick. Nauseated from the pain and anguish that stirred within her. There were texts from Adrien and Alya, both begging her to call them. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to speak to anyone.

She trembled as she reached up to take her earrings from her lobes. Tikki gasped, looking at her chosen with worry. Marinette held the miraculous out in her palm, gazing at her kwami expectantly. “I need you to take these and find Chat Noir.”

“Marinette, no--”

“Tikki, please. I can’t let Hawkmoth get my miraculous. This is the only way to keep the earrings safe.”

Tikki’s gaze was pleading. “B-But Marinette, you could lead him right to Master Fu.”

Shaking her head, she took a breath. “I can tell you… the only person I’ll be after is Lila. She--She’s the reason for all of this. This is entirely her fault. A-And if I get akumatized and whatever I do… she deserves it.”

“Marinette, don’t talk like that.”

“Go to Chat Noir.”

It was a command. And Tikki knew it. The heartbroken expression on the kwami’s face was answer enough. She floated over, giving Marinette a kiss on the head. Watching her kwami phase through the window, she knew she’d done the right thing. She knew that the best option would be for Tikki to go to Chat. Chat had used the Ladybug miraculous before. If anyone could save her, it was her crime-fighting partner.

When the black butterfly floated into her room, she wasn’t surprised to see it. The utter feeling of hopelessness that overwhelmed her was like fodder to Hawkmoth. It absorbed into her purse, and a voice echoed in her mind.

“Princess Justice… your feelings have been exposed to the boy you love against your will…”

#princess justice #princess justice AU #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #angst #ML fic #princess justice fic #ash writes #make them learn #tw: bullying #miraculous ladybug fic #adrinette fic #hurt comfort

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pandoraimperatrix · 4 years ago

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I’ll Take Care Of You, If You Ask Me To

@pcgasuss asked me for jealous Dick. I’m not very good writing about jealousy, but I tried.

Summary: Dick should have known that Kory and Bruce talking was not the best news to him.

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The echo of Kory’s laugh grabbed Dick’s attention in midsentence. She was all the way across the room, actually not in the room at all, but you could see her, and Bruce, talking through the glass.

“Dick?”

“Hm?” He turned attention back to the boys slowly. Conner had his whole face frowned in confusion. It was hard to make Gar smile these days, but he had an amused glint in his eyes.

“Forget it, Con. He’s gone outer space now.”

Conner looked even more confused. Dick sighed and pretended he didn’t hear it.

“Anything else?” Dick asked dryly.

“Yeah, like you could even remember we were talking about.” Mocked Gar.

“Of course I remember.”

“What was it, then?”

“It was…” Kory laughed again, this time a little bit louder, Dick had to bite the insides of his cheeks to control the urge to just nap his head in her direction again.

“Exactly.” Said Gar very pleased with himself. “Come on Con, let’s play some videogames.”

“Only an hour, then bed. I want you both well rested tomorrow morning.”

“Sure, boss.”

“Goodnight, Dick.” Dick gave the boy a tight smile and nodded, Conner turned back to Gar. “Should we invite Hank and Rose?”

Gar answered something, but Dick didn’t listen as they walked away. He took a sip of his orange soda, wishing it was something stronger than sugar and watched them with the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t ignore the fact that both his surrogate father and his… Well, Kory wasn’t his to begin with, but they were both naturally flirty people. Kory was just too charming to her own good, no, scratch that, she was too charming for everyone’s around her own good. The charisma that Bruce so meticulously learned to perform, the same that he tried so hard to make Dick copy and never quite succeeded, Kory had it effortlessly. And Dick knew Bruce very well, there was no way he wouldn’t make any moves, even though the probabilities of him following through with them were quasi none. After all if Batman had something was work ethics. And yet… What was he saying that was so funny? A voice inside his head that sounded terrible like Donna was calling him a paranoid freak and explaining to him in painstaking detail how he had no claim for the feelings brewing in his chest. But it shut up in silent panic when he saw Kory touch Bruce’s arm. When Dick noticed he was already getting hit on the face by the cold wind as he reached the veranda.

“Hey.” Greeted Kory, the easy smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes.

“Nice of you to joying us, chum.”

“Chum?” Asked Kory in obvious delight. A little too much. She was not drinking orange soda.

Dick winced.

“Can you not call me that?”

“Why not?” Was that a little bit of genuine hurt that he was seeing on Bruce’s eyes?

“Because I’m not twelve anymore.”

“See what I was telling you, Miss Anders?”

Kory fell in a fit of giggles, and Bruce smiled fondly at her. Dick felt panic bubble inside him. He hated how Bruce would make him feel like a teenager ager just by being around.

“What? What is happening? What were you telling her?”

“About how adorable you were as a child.” Managed Kory holding on to Dick to keep straight. Her hand on his shoulder was cold. Dick frowned. It wasn’t like he spent hours and hours of what should have been sleep reliving every time she touched him but she never felt cold before, actually, she used to be almost feverish. “Nothing to feel ashamed of.”

“I can’t help but doubt it.”

“Don’t you trust me, Dick?” Asked Bruce prying Dick’s eyes from Kory’s.

“With my dignity? Not at all.”

“You hurt me, son.”

“What did you tell her, Bruce?”

“Oh, this and that.”

“Kory?”

“Oh, cool off. It was nice to hear about baby Dick Grayson. Even though by the stories you didn’t change very much.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bruce here was telling me about how seriously you took yourself, and that, what was her name? Selena?”

“Selina.” Corrected both men together.

“Yes, Selina, she was the best at making you lose it and act like a kid.”

“That’s because she was infuriating.” But when he looked at Bruce his face was softer and when he asked had a note of hopefulness. “Heard from her lately?”

Bruce straightened himself slightly, an act that would pass unnoticed to anyone, but that brought a tiny smile to Dick’s lips. So that explained the whole easy mood of lately.

“Yes, actually.” He cleaned his throat. “She has been around. But we were talking about you…”

“Around? How much around? Is she okay?”

“She is, yes.”

“And you both…?”

“What?”

“Come on, Bruce!”

Bruce just took a sip of his drink and pretended to look at something else far away. Kory just watched their back and forth like it was a very entertaining game.

“Did Jason meet her?”

Bruce sighed.

“Yes, they’ve met.”

“What? They didn’t get along?” Dick’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “They are so alike…”

“Maybe too much you could say.”

“Sorry to hear that, B.”

“It��s alright.”

Deciding to give Bruce a break, he turned back to the woman by his side.

“What else did he tell you, Kory?”

He tried to pretend he didn’t notice that her hand haven’t left his person, slipping from his shoulder to his arm, and that now she was making doodles with the tip of her fingers giving his tingles. Bruce also noticed, but besides making sure to let Dick know he did with an inquisitive look, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Well… He showed me picture too… of your first suit.”

“No…” His eyes widened in terror.

“The little short was so cute, Dick! And the booties. Adorable! I sent a picture to Rachel already.”

“You did not!”

“I did! My batteries died so I don’t know her reaction yet…” She pouted.

Horror spread over Dick’s face and he turned to his mentor.

“Why? Why do you have that with you?”

“To look at it, of course, since I so rarely get to actually see you these days. I carry it in my wallet.” Said Bruce proudly.

“You!” He pointed to Bruce. “And you Koriand’r, I thought you were my friend.”

“Such a drama queen.”

“I know.” Agreed Bruce, “and you believe he never even took acting lessons?”

“No. You two talking was a horrible idea.”

“Well, I thought it was loads of fun. But you, Dick Grayson. You have no such concept.” And to Dick’s complete shock she gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Bruce. It was lovely to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, Miss Anders.”

“If I have to call you by your first name, you can just call me Kory too.”

“Very well. Goodnight, Kory.”

She just smiled before leaving, her hand lingering on Dick’s arm before she was completely gone.

“So…” Said Bruce when Kory was far-gone. “There is no chance you are coming back, then.”

“I can’t leave the Titans.”

“The Titans?” Bruce scoffed. “Sure.”

“Why are you insinuating?”

“Me? Nothing. But well, I always thought that eventually you and Barbara would settle down, I can see now it will hardly happen.”

“Bruce… Me and Babs haven’t been a thing since high school.”

“I know… I know. But Kory is really a formidable woman. Take good care of her.”

“I’m not seeing Kory either, Bruce.”

“Whatever you say, chum. I’m also going to bed. Long trip back home tomorrow. Goodnight, son.”

“Bruce, I’m not-“

But the man completely ignored Dick, leaving him alone with his feelings and the cold air.

Later, when Dick arrived at his room, he learnt that there was already someone occupying his bed.

“Kory? What are you doing here?”

She purred softly, he had to ask her about that one day. And opened one shiny green eye.

“Dick? Shit. I think I got rooms wrong.”

“Kory, are you okay?”

She sighed, trying to lift her body starting from her head, but no such luck.

“No… Not really. Can I… I mean. Just for sleep?”

He should say no. He really should say no and help her to her room.

“Yes. Sure.”

“Thanks.”

And she didn’t say anything else for so long he was sure she was asleep.

He washed himself and joined her in bed. As soon as he got under the covers, her static form gained movement and she turned to him, pushing her face against his chest. He felt a sense of familiarity and relief so strong, he wondered if it was like that when Hank took heroin.

“I’ve missed you.” He heard she whisper sleepy.

He leaned into her hair, letting himself inhale her scent.

“I miss you too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“So many things…”

Dick kissed the crown of her head, his fingers getting used to the new texture of her hair. It was so silky now, he missed the fluffiness from before.

“Me too.” He sighed. “Rest, Kory.”

He was sure she was sleeping when he heard she giggle softly.

“What is it?”

“Your dad is hot.”

“Oh my god, Kory.”

She giggled again and looked up to him.

“You are hotter.”

And then she kissed him. He held her impossibly close, and her hand felt warmer when she cupped his face, not hot as it used to be. But her lips didn’t taste the same either, the taste was somehow stronger, more intoxicating, and as he bite them softly they were even more thicker than he remember or fantasied about, her tongue even more talented. But he forced himself to breathe before the kiss consumed them both. Kory was acting so weird. He couldn’t. Not like that.

He pulled away avoiding her seeking lips and kissed her forehead.

“Go to sleep Kory, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

She sighed and got more comfortable against him.

“Goodnight.”

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Another fluffy piece. It’s my headcanon that the reason why Titans Bruce is like that is because he eloped with Selina and is living his best life lmao. Kory in this story is a bit OOC, I think she is so out of it because all her recent losses that she is trying so hard to feel anything else that’s why she is acting so weird. It was nice to write this one. I hope you enjoyed to read it too, and if you did, let me know.

Likes are awesome but if you want to support me please reblog <3

#dickkory #robstar #dick grayson #starfire #koriand'r #kory anders #dcu titans #titans live action #batcat #my fic

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afangirlwashere · 6 years ago

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Risk pt.1 (Peter Parker x superhero!reader)

Summary: (Y/N) starts attending the Midtown School of Science and Technology and her first day does not go so well. How does she deal with the aftermaths of Thanos?

A/N: Okay this is another attempt. The Bucky fanfic is kinda.. not.. doing.. well... But whatever! I had an idea so I put it into words! And it’s here! I just want you all to know that some things are changed a little. The timeline is a bit different! Here’s how: Peter, Ned and Michelle are still sophomores and this whole thing is kinda like - Homecoming happens - Thanos happens almost immediately. Just a little explanation for all of you.

Warnings: INFINITY WAR SPOILERS!!! a little sad (only at the beginning tho), and there’s like one part I’m a little insecure about but I think it’s fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

part 2 part 3 part 4

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Midtown School of Science and Technology. Does it sound nice? Not at all. Is it necessary? According to Mr. Stark, it is. (Y/N) just helped saving half of the population and a few days after she has to start attending a new high school. No pressure right?

New York is amazing though. Mr. Stark got her an apartment in Queens not too far from Peter’s. He had his reasons to do so. She doesn’t know that yet though.

(Y/N)’s interaction with Peter was short. She barely knew him. But she very clearly remembered the fear in his face when she found him in that weird nothingness of... white. Surrounded in this color it looked like the boy was in heaven.

How uncertain he was if this girl was really even there. If she wasn’t another one of his hallucinations. He was so alone it tortured him almost making him go bonkers.

She remembered how hesitantly Peter approached her but once he was sure she’s real he threw himself onto her hugging her hips as tight as possible like a little kid that lost his mom in the shop and finally found her.

He was kneeling and embracing her so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t leave me here alone, please! Please don’t leave! I don’t want to be alone anymore, please, please...” his cries and sobs seemed to echo in the nothingness.

Seeing him so desperate and terrified broke (Y/N)’s heart into million pieces.

Remembering how she kneeled to him and hugged him as tightly as possible filled her with a tiny bit of hope. She’ll get him out of this miserable place. He was still crushing her hips and crying.

It was only a week since Thanos snapped his ugly purple fingers but it seemed as if time passed differently here. There was nothing to do which must have been eating him alive.

After a few more minutes of this (Y/N) finally managed to calm Peter down a bit and make him cooperate. Frying his brain wasn’t particularly the best experience but it was the only way she knew how to bring him back among the living, bring him back to his aunt and Mr. Stark.

She only saw Peter’s aunt once and it wasn’t the best first encounter. They didn’t interact and (Y/N) was pretty sure the woman didn’t even know she was there. Mr. Stark on the other hand... He told her about Peter. It hurt him but he still did it. And he was the reason number one when it came to deciding who she’ll try to bring back first.

Hearing him scream in agony was another war sound that’s going to hunt her in her dreams.

He woke up lying flat on the ground and (Y/N) was leaning over him.

“Hi.” she smiled.

“Are you an angel?” he exhaled with amazement.

That was their whole interaction. Since then they saw each other only on the battlefield. No time to chit-chat there, unfortunately.

(Y/N) isn’t even sure if he’s going to be in school today. She nervously fiddles with the massive ring on her hand which had the letter W on it. A very nice lady welcomes her at the secretariat and gives her some papers.

The hardest thing to do is finding her locker. She looked for it every break that they got. She considered asking someone if they could help her but for some reason, everyone in the hall seemed so... distant and mean. Their looks were judging or maybe analyzing her. She even found herself looking for the Parker kid. He would have helped her.

In the end, she decides to look for her locker at lunch break. Not eating at the time she’s supposed to isn’t something to be happy about though. The halls are completely empty only a few noises from the cafeteria or the squeaking of boot soles from the gym can be heard.

(Y/N) is going around and checking the numbers. This is the third time she walked around the whole school and still nothing. It’s like her locker disappeared. She was about to try for the fourth time when a girl with darker skin came out of the cafeteria. Her hair is black and it neatly curls at the ends. She’s very pretty and looks like a nice person in general which is a pleasant change after today.

But there’s something off about her. The moment she walked out of the cafeteria her expression changed. She looked upset. But she also looked like a senior so she must know this school like the palm of her hand. Well... here goes nothing!

“Hey! Um.. hi! I wanted to ask if you could help with-” the girl interrupts her.

“I’m sorry but I’m kind of in a rush.” she points to the exit but smiles politely.

“Oh... Okay. I’m new here so I have no clue where to find....stuff.” (Y/N) laughs at herself, hoping the awkwardness will fade away a little.

“Good luck.” the unknown senior smiles as politely as before.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around?”

The unknown girl whispers “I don’t think so...” and leaves.

Okay... That was strange.

(Y/N) grips the paper with her lockers number tightly and finally decides to eat some lunch.

Enough locker searching for today. She’ll try again tomorrow with more luck hopefully.

There’s a girl sitting and leaning against the wall a few meters from the door to the cafeteria. Her hair is in a low ponytail just like (Y/N)’s. Her lunch tray is next to her meanwhile she draws something in her sketchbook.

(Y/N) completely understands how this girl feels.

She gets her lunch just like everyone else. There’s not much left but a cheese sandwich and an apple should be enough. When her eyes land on a small orange juicebox her mood instantly improves. They had the same juice boxes at her old school. Seeing it here sends a painful nostalgy but at the same time, it fills her with happiness.

When everything is on her lunch tray she heads out of the cafeteria. There were a few eyes watching her “Where’s the new girl going?” kids from Flash's table start whispering.

Flash looks around to find who are his friends talking about but he only gets to see her back.

(Y/N) is relieved to find the girl in the same spot as before. The only difference is that her sketchbook is now closed lying next to her and she’s eating some pasta with vegetable sauce.

(Y/N) sits next to the girl and puts the tray on her long legs.

The girl sounds suspicious “Did Flash send you?”

“Who?” (Y/N) frowns in confusion “No. No one sent me. I’m new here.”

Her response is a subtle “Oh...”

They’re both silent for a minute.

“I’m Michelle by the way. But my friends call me MJ.” she introduces herself.

“I’m (Y/N).”

“Are you new in New York? I haven’t seen any students transferring to our school in the middle of the school year.” Michelle asks.

Alright. We trained this. Just don’t panic. Be natural.

“It’s kind of a boarding school deal but... Not really. My parents live in L.A. they work in film. Not that they’re famous or anything they’re both cameramans. We don’t have much time for each other and their way of dealing with it is to send me away.” Lies, lies and more lies.

Awkward and unclear. Perfect.

Michelle just nods. It looks like she believes her.

“Is this your first day?”

“Yep.”

“Did you have Mr. Conner?” Michelle squints her eyes at (Y/N).

She’s a little lost in all the names of the teachers “Is it the one with the billy-goat beard or the one that smells like eggs?”

“The one with the beard. The egg smelling one is Mr. Cooper. He makes us call him Steve because his childhood superhero and role model was Captain America. He’s trying to relate to us and be cool but he’s just making a fool out of himself.” Michelle shrugs.

“Yeah, I had Mr. Conner. He seemed like a great math teacher. His beard is attractive to every girl in my class except me.” (Y/N) gives a little rundown of her thought.

“Great. You passed the test. We can be friends.” MJ nods to herself.

This brings a smile on (Y/N)’s face. Weird friendship test but as long as she passed it she didn’t mind.

“Hey what were you drawing in that sketchbook?” it’s her time to ask questions.

MJ isn’t very keen about sharing something with her.

“Oh come on I answered all your questions. Plus I’m immune to the beard-beauty of Mr. Conner!” she makes MJ laugh a little.

“I just doodle people I see around me,” she says as she hands her the sketchbook.

There’s a lot of doodles of students and teachers. Happy, sad, stressed, angry, laughing, sleepy, concentrated. All the emotions you could possibly have in school. They’re there.

Some of her works are just quick sketches and some look very elaborate. There are two faces that look familiar to her but she stays silent. She’s not supposed to know anyone from here right? Let’s not put any doubts in MJ’s head.

There are two pages devoted to superheroes. There’s Mr. Cooper as Captain America in all sorts of different poses. The other page is devoted to Spider-Man. There are some good drawings of him swinging on his webs but there’s also one where he has the mask pulled off. It reveals a very very very masculine man with sharp cheekbones and longish dirty blonde hair. (Y/N) almost chokes on the juice she’s sipping. She wants to laugh so bad.

Oh wow. So this is what they imagine him to look like.

The last drawing is a girl with a piece of paper in her hand. She looks very focused on what’s written on it but also.. confused.

“Is that me?” (Y/N) turns to her new friend.

MJ smirks on the sketch “Yeah I couldn’t help but notice that you’re walking around the school for the third time with that same expression.” she comments.

“Wow... You really do have a talent.”

It’s nice to hear some recognition for once “Thanks.”

For the rest of the lunch break, they talk about different things. School, hobbies or memes. MJ even gave her her juicebox. (Y/N) is excited that she found a friend she can spend lunch breaks with.

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Day two and locker is still not found.

This time (Y/N) didn’t walk through the whole school building three times but only once because she got so angry when locker B215 wasn’t next to B214 she made all of the trash from the small waste bins fly out.

Michelle sat on the same place as yesterday. She exchanged drawing for reading today. It seems that she’s really into this story.

(Y/N) stands before the cantine and looks at her options. She picks fish fingers and mashed potatoes. They don’t look appealing but they smell good which is hopefully a good sign. To her delight, there are the same juice boxes as yesterday.

With all her food and juicebox in place, she happily starts walking to the exit to go sit next to MJ. Before she can get to the doors some guy steps in her way.

His clothes look starched and expensive. He’s definitely a nerd but the way he walks and holds his head high... A cocky, bigheaded, rich nerd. What a combination. This won’t end well.

“You’re (Y/N) right? You’re new here... I’m Flash Thompson.” he points a finger at her as he’s walking closer.

(Y/N) shifts her weight from foot to foot and waits for what’s going to happen.

“Look, you can sit at my table. You don’t have to be friends with losers that eat in the hallway. I can find a spot at my table for you. And maybe if you even ask nicely it can be right next to me.” Flash smirks.

All of a sudden (Y/N) isn’t as hungry as she thought. Her stomach is doing flips because of how disgusted she feels by that guy. Who the hell does he think he is to try and tell her where to sit?

“It’s fine. MJ gives me her juice boxes and draws me porn. I think I’m okay with her.” (Y/N) walks past him but Flash has the audacity to start speaking again and even catch her arm.

“There was enough charity yesterday. A lot of people would give anything for the chance I’m giving you right now.”

(Y/N) starts seeing red. She feels her powers slipping out of her control. Her blood is boiling.

Why does this Flash guy act like he’s giving her the opportunity of a lifetime?

“Touch me one more time and I’ll break both your hands.” (Y/N) growls silently but pretty much everyone could hear because the cafeteria was drowning in silence.

Everyone is watching them.

Out of nowhere, a familiar boy runs to them.

It’s Peter Parker.

“Woah woah guys let’s calm down before someone overthrows the water tank.” he makes unsubtle eye contact with the girl whos still surprised by his presence.

“Bugger off Parker.” Flash wawes at him as if he was an annoying fly.

(Y/N) finally turns around and walks out of the cafeteria not looking back.

“What took you so long?” Michelle doesn’t look like she cares at all but there��s that something in her tone of voice which tells otherwise.

“Some Flash guy was forcing me to sit at his privileged table,” she explains.

MJ starts to falsely choke which makes her new friend laugh.

The doors to the cafeteria open again. Both girls quickly redirect their attention to whoever wants to mock them again.

Peter’s standing there with another guy who’s shyly looking at the floor.

(Y/N) almost unnoticeably shakes her head to stop him. The further they stay away from each other the better. No one will even think they could have anything in common. The less attention the better. If someone reveals their superhero identities it’s over.

Peter swiftly walks over to them and sits down right next to (Y/N). His friend follows.

“What are you doing here?” (Y/N) asks as calmly as possible.

“Well... I heard this is the place where losers eat. That’s exactly where we belong so we're here. And MJ is our friend too so if she sits in the hall we sit there too.” Peter announces with a proud smile waiting for Michelle's reaction.

She just shrugs “I don’t care do whatever you want.”

Peter looks reconciled with his friend's behavior.

“Oh by the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Peter Parker and that’s Ned Leeds.” he points at his friend who smiles a bit and nods but then continues to shyly look at the floor.

“(Y/N)” she nods at them too .

Her and Peter exchange a look that says Well played.

They have to make it believable.

“Miss Jones?” an unknown teacher walks around the corner “Kids why aren’t you sitting at a table in the cafeteria like the others?” he looks surprised.

None of them answer until MJ takes it in her hands “Because we’re losers...”

The teacher just stands there for a second and looks at them and they look back at him. He obviously doesn’t know how to respond to this.

“Um.. Well.. Miss Jones can you come with me for a second I need to speak with you.”

Michelle slowly gets up looking annoyed and disappears around the corner.

The moment she’s gone Peter starts screaming in an undertone “What was that supposed to be?! What are you doing here?! Mr. Stark didn’t tell me about this and I thought you were going bac-”

“Woah woah can you calm down a bit? We still have company here.” (Y/N) looks directly at Peter’s friend who looks like he’s watching his favorite tv show and he’s on the edge to see what happens next.

“What? Ned? He knows about everything.”

“What?!!” (Y/N) shouts.

“You don’t have to worry I won’t tell anyone. I’m like a locked vault.” Ned tries to reassure her.

“Apart from that one time in gym class right...?” Peter frowns at his friend.

Ned looks ashamed. He backs off as if he wanted to disappear.

“So he knows about everything that happened? He knows about me?” she asks.

“Yep. He knows everything.” Peter nods.

“Absolutely everything?”

“Absolutely everything.”

“Great.” (Y/N) rests against the wall again and closes her eyes to calm herself.

Closing her eyes doesn’t really help because all she sees is that white nothingness with a terrified Peter in the middle. Talk about trauma.

“You have to learn to control your powers my soda almost jumped out of the can.” Peter worries.

“You think it’s that easy? My powers aren’t controllable like yours. They’re like a ticking bomb!” she tries to explain.

“Why did Mr. Stark send you here then?”

(Y/N) lets out a sigh “He said I’ll have reasons to control it here. It’s supposed to be motivation. It’ll either work or end in a catastrophe.” she starts slurping her juice.

Peter is nervously tapping his fingers on the food tray “Yeah that sounds like Mr. Stark.”

He’s thinking how he could solve this situation. How to minimalize the risks?

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hellswriting-blog · 7 years ago

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Encounter

Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Tags: Fluff, just for fun

Word count: 2.4k

With a sigh you slipped your phone back into the pocket of your jacket. Annoyance let you furrow your brows while you averted your gaze out of the train window. A gray, dull world flew past you and you saw your mood resembled by the fog that hung low between the trees and little towns you passed. You know you shouldn’t let yourself get so influenced by a simple string of messages but you couldn’t stop yourself nevertheless. One of your friends, Mark, had just snapped a supposedly funny pic of an ad to a dating app on his commute to uni. He laced his message with a whiny caption about how envious he is of those eleven people that fall in love every minute on this app. At this point you were used to him crying about how lonely he was but it still bugged you. Not that you resented him for feeling such a common human emotion, but because he made the biggest drama out of it whenever possible; and that was basically every passing minute. It wasn’t that you felt a lot different from him but you didn’t feel the need to rub it other people’s faces all the time. And you surely didn’t need his frequent reminder that having no one to hold at night and snuggle up to sucks. You took a deep breath and let it out in another long sigh to losen the tight knot in your chest. Not that it helped much but you simply turned up the volume of the music in your ears a bit to drown out all the annoying thoughts for a while. You still had 6 hours of train ride ahead of you and you couldn’t spend it all being a cranky, frustrated blob. Especially when you were on your way to sweet insouciance, called Jeon Jungkook. The both of you had been inseperable since elementary school until he had gotten the sports scholarship that got him into his dream college. You on the other hand had to settle for the mediocre digital arts university that took you but you were actually quite happy with where you were now. And now, finally, after months of torturous studying you would see him again. There was so much to catch up on (not that you wouldn’t tell each other everything over text anyways but you know) and so much fun to have. Just the thought of your dearest friend only being 6 hours away from you now, made you giddy with excitement.

You spend the next two hours listening to music, doodling and trying to pass some time when a flock of new passengers boarded the train during a short stop. You were subconsciously picking up on people passing by and filling the last dew empty seats while you were concentrated on drawing a raw sketch of two people walking down a long beach together. One of the silhouttes was dancing backwards, the other one lightly crunched together in a laughing position. You just sketched out a high cliff at the end of the beach in the background when someone lightly poked you on the shoulder. Looking up you pulled out one of your earbuds. The long figure of a tall stranger loomed next to you over your seats from the aisle, “Can I sit here?”, he asked pointing towards your backpack on the seat next to you. His voice was warm and friendly like sunshine and as he waited for your reply a questioning smile spread across his face, revealing a cute set of dimples. Hastily you put your bag under your own seat and between your legs, “Sure”, you returned with a smile yourself. While he got himself comfortable next to you, you stole a few glances at him out of the corner of your eye. His defined jawline and full lips caught your gaze and you were immediately intrigued by the handsome stranger with light-brown hair which seemed to be bleached. He had one earbud in on the side facing away from you and had just pulled out a book as his eyes locked with yours. Feeling busted while staring at him, you felt the urge to cover up your creepiness by striking up a conversation. Immediate panic was pumped through your veins as you said the first thing that came to your mind, “My name is Y/N by the way. That’s a pretty-looking book you got there.”, you blurted out while nodding towards what he held in his hands as if that was the only thing you had been interested in all along. Shit. His hands very beautiful as well as he was gifted with long, elegant fingers and you spotted a few distinct veins traveling up the back of his hands over his underarms. Swallowing nervously you forcefully retorted your eyes back to meet his. Surprise and an amused smirk was spread over his face. “Oh, ehm, thank you. It is not only pretty but quite interesting as well. Also, nice to meet you, I’m Namjoon.”, he chuckled lowly which led to a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. “That’s..nice to meet you, too. And basically, that’s what I meant to say. It looks interesting.”, you tried your best to save the awkward atmosphere from spreading further between the both of you. “What exactly is it about? ‘Me before you’, sounds pretty romantic?”, you rambled on while leaning closer to read out the book’s title from between his fingers. Pensively he rested his gaze on the book cover. “It is quite romantic but also turbulent and full of suspense. I’m hoping dearly that it has a happy end though. I’m not quite finished yet.”, he finished his statement with locking his eyes with yours and you felt like there was subtle message in his eyes, “Oh then, I don’t want to stop you from finding out!”, you started fumbling around with your sketchbook getting ready to leave him to himself again. “Ah, I didn’t mean that I don’t like to be distracted by a beautiful girl.” You jerked your head up to face him again. He seemed just as surprised by his own words as you. For a second you contemplated what you could possibly answer to that and you noticed a shy faint redness settling over his face at your silence. He was about to add something but you had already started letting out a laugh that was way too loud and way too fake as if he was telling the greatest joke possible, “Hah okay, cool.” Great job. You handled this situation really professionally. No surprise your sexual activities have been as non-existent as they were and your lady parts were as dry and desolated as the sahara at this point. Both of you just settled on not speaking any further about what awkwardness had just played out between you two and buried yourselves in your respective activities.

Another hour and a half passed without you exchanging another word with the beautiful man. Mindlessly you had scribbled onto your sketching blog but some part of your mind was still lingering on the strange guy next to you. He just seemed to make you feel in a certain way you couldn’t quite explain to yourself. The way his smiles had grazed upon you, had instantly made you want to trust him. And although the interactions between you had been clumsy, they left you pondering on him warmly. Almost like you were just meeting an old friend you hadn’t seen in years but not a complete stranger. A sudden noise pulled you out of your train of thought. You thought Namjoon had just cleared his throat slightly but as you glanced over to him you saw him trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes which were glistening wet. Was this full-grown man crying there next to you? He truly tried not to let it show but who was he kidding with how he tried to conceal his face with awkward hand positions and his nose almost touching the pages of his book. Dumbfounded you considered acting like you didn’t notice a thing and giving him the privacy to cry at his story. Yet when he started trying to quietly snort up his nose you couldn’t do nothing anymore. Silently you reached into your bag and handed him pack of tissues without any words. Slightly shocked and mostly embarrassed he looked at the the pack in your hand. With a mumbled, “Thank you”, he took out of your hands, reluctant to meet your eyes with his. You felt a strange pull in your chest while you were watching his profile from the side. You decided it must be the same feeling you got when you saw a sad puppy and pushed every other thought away from yourself. You decided to pack away your sketch book since you couldn’t concentrate right now anyways and instead tried to sleep through the rest of the ride ahead.

But although you had put on some calming, ambient music and already had your eyes shut for a while now there was no sleep taking you away into its sweet realms. You checked your phone for the third time and slightly groaned at the clock as you saw that only 20 minutes had passed. You went back to telling yourself to be sleepy anyways. Through hooded eyes you stole a quick look over at you neighbour just to notice him staring at you. What the hell? You tried to seem like you didn’t see anything at all and just had your eyes closed like someone who actually wanted to fall asleep, oblivious to everything and everyone. Why was he looking at you? Or didn’t you see it right? Maybe it was just you wishful (?) thinking? You settled on using a cool, ninja trick to check if you were right. Out of no where you opened your eyes wide as if you were just struck by lightning.. or an idea, both pretty rare occurences. And with your attention focused on Namjoon you reached for your backpack and got out your waterbottle as if you had just woken up to drink some delicious water, nothing out of the ordinary. But in that whole process you observed the other closely. How shock had spread on his face to how he had fallen into erratic coughing as if he had just happened to look into your direction while he was clearing his throat. But you saw right through his masquerade. Not that you could judge him in any way since you had stolen glances at him the whole train ride as well. The question was rather why would he be doing that? Wait, why had you been doing that? When you went back to faking being asleep and hoping to actually slip into it your head was already busy making up theories as to why he had been looking at you. Did you have somehting on your face? Does he usually sleep with open eyes? Or was he just shocked to take a longer look at the girl he had previously called beautiful and was now doubting his own judgement? What you didn’t expect was that your thought carousel had indeed effectively pushed you into a light sleep. Unfortunately it didn’t prove itself as very refreshing since you spend half of the time dreaming about a tall, handsome boy sitting on a train that was gifted with a big mouth and sharp teeth. It tried to devour you and chased you through space while the boy that awfully looked and sounded like Namjoon screamed, “The queen demands your panties!” and “Scarifice yourself for the world’s peace!”. Looking back you would even go so far as to call it a nightmare like you hadn’t had one in a very long time.

Next thing you know was a warm hand on your arm, shaking it gently and a soft voice calling out to you, “Y/N… we’re almost at the last stop. Y/N, when do you have to get off?” Slowly you opened your eyes only to be greeted by the face that had just haunted you over your dreamversion of Mars, hovering directly in front of your nose. “HUNGRK!”, you exclaimed while jolting backwards against your train seat. Namjoon’s face was a mix between amusement and fake hurt at your reaction. “Woah okay, what’s cracking, Namjoon?” Blankly he stared at you for a few seconds before answering, probably wondering if you had just caused yourself a concussion, “We’re at the final stop in 15 minutes and there is only one last stop in between. I just wanted to make sure you don’t have to get off there?”, your brain took a few moments to go over the information it had just received. Final stop? What time was it? Panic spread through you. How long had you been asleep? The world outside the train was pure black now, no sign of the sun only streetlights and the warm lights of homes passing by in milliseconds. Without answering him you checked your phone and every composure you might have had fell from your face. The train must’ve passed by your destination about 40 minutes ago. You had slept deeper and especially longer than you had thought. “Is everything okay? Y/N?” Finally you rose your head up to face Namjoon who had a seriously worried look in his eyes now. Out of sheer frustration and helplessness you felt hot tears welling up in your eyes and a lump in your throat. “Oh”, was everything Namjoon mustered out when he saw the first drops rolling down your cheeks. “I..it’s okay… where did you want to get off?”, he furrowed his brows. Through fighting to surpress your sobbing you told him the name of the city where Jungkook lived now. What were you going to do? Would there even be a train back at this hour? How much would a hotel cost at the place you would have to get off at? “It’s okay… it’s fine, I will figure this out.” You stared at your phone through a veil of tears that blurred your vision. Thinking rapidly about a solution, you pulled up an app to check for other trains going where you were supposed to be right now. On the verge of your perception you noticed 5 missed calls from Kookie(⌐■_■) in your notifications. All you could muster up was sending him a quick message.

From you to Kookie(⌐■_■) (11.37) : I kind of fucked up. From you to Kookie(⌐■_■) (11.37) : i will explain when i have figured out but From you to Kookie(⌐■_■) (11.38) : i’m not dead and i am sorry

What now?

Your anxious gaze fell upon the stranger sitting close next to you.

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woozibby · 7 years ago

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Mr Detective; 2

- Mr Detective

- SVT X BTS AU ( X FEM Reader)

- Chapters will be posted every Monday

- Contains death, bad language, murder, kidnapping, bodily harm.

PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED IN ANY WAY OR DO NOT LIKE THIS SORT OF STUFF

intro | 1 | 2 | 3 |

I was the first person in the office. The only person who seemed to be around was DK, and even though it was so early, it was like he had all the energy of the world.

I placed the tray of coffees I had brought onto Namjoon's desk and sat down in the chair next to it.

Pulling out my notebook, I flipped to the page that had little notes and doodles about how the place looked. Going back to writing notes, it wasn't long before the door opened and Wonwoo appeared.

"Morning" I smile, pointing to the coffees. "I brought you guys some coffee"

Wonwoo smiles, picking up the one with his name on. He took a sip and his smile beamed.

"My favourite! How did you know?" Giggling to myself, I shrug.

"Oh nothing, I just guessed" Actually, I asked DK when I left yesterday.

"That's awesome! Thanks (Y/N)!"

"That's okay"

Wonwoo went and sat down at his desk, placing some of his things on the table, and turning on his computer. I make a face to myself, trying to decide if I should ask him some questions before I can even move I hear a chuckle escape him.

"What do you want to ask?" I look at him, and he has one eyebrow raised and is sending me a smile.

"Huh?"

"You have that look on your face"

"What look?"

"Like you want to ask questions" A smile and laugh awkwardly, nodding slightly.

"Yeah I do actually"

"Well," Wonwoo starts, patting on the chair next to his desk. "What do you want to ask?"

I smile wide, and quickly change seats, so I was now sitting next to Wonwoo. I flick to a clean page in my notebook and click my pen.

"So, how do you feel about working here?" I see Wonwoo make a face to himself, as he racks through his brain about how to answer.

"I love it, I love being there for people and helping" Wonwoo starts, "But I also love being able to put away the bad people and proving the innocent as innocent" I nod as he talks, noting down what he's saying, a small smile appearing on my lips.

"Are there any times you regret becoming a detective?" Wonwoo nods straight away.

"There are always times you think to yourself and you're like why this? Out of everything out there, why did you pick this? I get that sometimes, I get worried something will happen and I won't be able to the people I love most again" Wonwoo sighs, his face sinking into a frown. "Not being able to see the person I love ever again is what terrifies me the most in life"

"Who do you love?" I ask Wonwoo starts to smile again.

"My boyfriend" Wonwoo nods, and my smile widens.

"Tell me about him" I close my notebook, and place it on his desk so I could listen to his better and focus on him.

"He's 21, he wants to own a restaurant" He laughs, "We meet a few years ago through friends, and just instantly connected, we've been together for about a year"

"That's adorable!" I giggle, smiling like an idiot. Wonwoo laughs too, a pink blush on his cheeks.

"Are you with anyone?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"Me? No" I laugh. "I'm too awkward for that"

"Or you just haven't found the right person yet?" Wonwoo questions, and I shrug. "Or you're too focused on your studies"

"That too"

"Have you been in a relationship?" I nod, my smile dropping.

"Yeah, back when I started uni" I laugh, shaking my head.

"Something bad happened?"

"I feel like bad would be an understatement, but maybe that's just me overreacting"

"What happened?"

"We were together from about the end of high school, to around the end of the first year of uni, so just about over a year" I started, I started to fiddle with the ring on my finger, to keep me distracted- or occupied, whatever you wanted to phrase it. "And once uni started, I got focused on my work and I wasn't the party type either so I wouldn't go to parties, so we started to drift which wasn't surprising to be honest because we were totally two different people with two completely different sources of interest..." I blabbered on, making Wonwoo send me a look.

"You're babbling" I let out a sigh, nodding.

"I know"

"Well," Wonwoo said in a soft voice, "What happened"

"He started cheating on me, even with people I was closest with because to him, I wasn't being a good girlfriend and being giving enough so he had a 'valid reason' to cheat on me" I scoff, blinking rapidly. "So I decided to focus more on my studies, and to make sure I could do whatever I needed to let my dreams come true" I looked to Wonwoo, and he's frowning. I let out a breath, shook my head and forced a smile. "And now I'm here, I'm on my final year and I get to be on placement with a bunch of awesome detectives, and the other one" I laugh, and Wonwoo starts to smile.

"Well, first off, that guy sounds like an asshole and I'm sure you won't ever be a bad girlfriend, especially if you're so focused on your dream"

"Thank you"

"its okay" I let out another sigh, before looking at Wonwoo and changing my mood completely, so I didn't seem like I was feeling down.

"What do you thinks going to happen today?"

"To be honest, anything, I can't describe how unpredictable it is here"

"Is everything really that hectic here?" Wonwoo nods.

"Life of a detective and the station, you never know what's going to happen" Laughing, Wonwoo types in his password for his computer, and the screen turns into a photo of Wonwoo and his boyfriend smiling happily at the camera. "It's an adventure every day"

The room soon turns to silence, not a silence where it was awkward or uncomfortable, but a silence where it was nice, and it was understanding. I felt like I had grown a lot closer to Wonwoo even though I hadn't known him very long. I felt like I was going to grow close to everyone here in some way, even if they –he- didn't want to.

After a while, the other detectives started to arrive; first Namjoon, his hair seems to be still in a mess from waking up, but his best dress shirt and trousers were on, and his badge was again on his hip.

"Morning Namjoon"

"Morning (Y/N), Wonwoo," He noticed the coffee and looked between us. "Coffee?"

"(Y/N) brought them!" Wonwoo smiled, sipping again at his. "She even guessed our favourites"

Namjoon picked his up, sipped at it and hummed in gratefulness and sat down at his desk.

"Just what the doctor ordered so early in the morning, thank you (Y/N)" I smiled, as Namjoon met it.

"It's fine, it's the least I could do" I made a realisation that by the time, Namjoon had arrived, the coffees may have gotten colder. "Oh, sorry if they've gone a bit cold, I was here a bit early"

"It's okay (Y/N), they're still a perfect temperature"

"When do you think Yoongi and Seungcheol will get here?" I ask, and Namjoon shrugs.

"Yoongi should get here soon, whereas Seungcheol, he'll get here anytime between now and ten o'clock"

"Why does he get here so late?" I ask, generally intrigued.

"Oh, he just has some stuff to do before coming in, so it's okay" I nod and make a face to myself.

"I'm going to go get a drink for myself, but I'll be back soon"

"Okay, be careful" Wonwoo smiles, and I smile back.

"I will be, you guys want or need anything?"

"No, we're okay here" Namjoon replies. I nod and take my purse from out of my bag and head to the door.

"I'll be back soon"

I heard their replies and closed the door behind me. I make my way down the hallways and smile at DK once I get to the front desk.

"Hello Dokyeom" His smile is still beaming, and he's sitting with his laptop in front of him behind the desk.

"(Y/N)! Hello!"

"I'm going out to get a drink, do you want anything?" DK's smile somehow brightens even more and he nods.

"If you don't mind, can I have a drink please?"

"Yeah, that's fine, any certain thing you want?"

"Can I just have a soda please" I nod, and raise a thumbs up.

"Okay! I'll be back soon!"

"Be safe!"

Giggling to myself, I exit the building and raise an eyebrow when I see Seungcheol get out what seems to be his car, along with a boy who seemed a bit younger than myself. The way Seungcheol was smiling was something I had never seen before, he looked different to how he looked inside, how he looked as detective Choi Seungcheol. The boy smiled, before hugging Seungcheol and walked off to the direction of where the nearest school was located.

I take a breath, hiding my face, and changing my course quickly so Seungcheol were to not notice me. I look between my fingers and see him shaking his head slightly. Did he notice me? I had no idea, and I really didn't want to know, he already hated me enough, I sure didn't need him to have more reasons to.

Without looking back, I made my way to shop and bought what I needed to buy.

I bought a drink for me, a drink for DK, and I know Namjoon said they were fine, but I still bought them all little snacks and a drink for later so they wouldn't forget to eat when they were working so hard.

Paying for everything, and putting them in a bag, I headed back to the station, wondering if anything had happened in the time I was gone.

When I did arrive back, after giving DK his drink, the only other person to arrive while I was gone was Detective Sleepy, aka, Min Yoongi.

His coffee was on his desk, and his head on resting on his arms like usual.

"Hello, I'm back" I giggled, and both Namjoon and Wonwoo smiled.

"Hello!"

I clicked my finger, and pointed to Yoongi and directed a question to the two other men.

"Sleeping?" All they did was a nod in reply. "I don't know why I asked" I laughed, and sat back down in the chair next to Wonwoo's desk. Placing the paper bag in my lap, I started to fish everything out.

"Now I know you guys said you didn't need anything, but I wanted to get something just in case you guys got too busy later" I placed four drinks, and four cartons of food onto the desk. "Now, I'm not sure what you guys liked so I picked a bunch of stuff and you can pick what you want to eat"

I heard Namjoon click his tongue, and come over and stand behind me, resting his hand on the back of the chair.

"Honestly, you spoil us" I laugh in response, and shake my head.

"It's okay honestly" I take my own drink from out of the bag and open it, taking a large gulp. "Now this will always be the best drink ever made," I say to myself, and Namjoon moves so he could see the can in my hand.

"Strawberry milk?"

"A gift given to us by the gods, the milk gods" Suddenly, a chuckle comes from Yoongi's corner of the room and we turn to see his head up off of his arms, and he's looking at us from above his computer screen.

"You're really something special you know that?" I laugh too.

"I know that, and thank you"

"Thank you for the coffee too, by the way, my favourite kind"

"I'm glad you like it" I smile at him, and he returns it.

"I love it" I continue to smile to myself, and Yoongi speaks up again. "I heard Wonwoo say you guessed our favourite types of coffee" I go to speak but get cut off before I can even start.

"She didn't guess, she asked DK about them last night" Seungcheol appears from the doorway, avoiding all eye contact with me, and sitting down at his desk.

"Did you really ask DK?" Namjoon asks, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I wanted to do something nice for you guys" I explain, shrugging slightly. "Sorry if you thought it was weird"

"It was weird" Seungcheol replies, his eyes focused on his computer.

"We didn't think it was weird," Namjoon says, sending a glare to Seungcheol, "Thank you for even considering getting us coffee in the morning" I smile sheepishly.

"It's okay"

The room soon turned to silence again, but not like last time, this time since Seungcheol was in the room it was different like there was an edge. I knew he didn't like me, like reporters, but this was just unnecessary, all I tried to do was be kind to them, and all he thought it was, was weird.

"Well we have a lot of work to do today," Namjoon says breaking the silence. "So let's get to it"

I sent a glare to Seungcheol's desk, as I was standing next to Namjoon. I hear him chuckle, and he turns to me, a coffee cup in hand.

"Nothing going to help by just standing there and glaring"

"Maybe if I concentrate enough his head will explode," I say, keeping my gaze on Seungcheol's desk.

"This isn't Star Wars-..."

"Star Trek" Namjoon sighs.

"Whatever, either way, nothing will get better by just standing here and trying to make his head explode with your mind"

"When you said he was a handful you weren't lying"

"I did warn you"

"I don't know what I expected, I should have seen it coming" I mumbled, running a hand through my hair.

"He'll warm up to you eventually..." Namjoons sighs "...hopefully,"

"I don't think you could warm him up if you lit his ass on fire" Yoongi appears beside me.

"Then what can I do to actually make him acknowledge me?" I ask, not really aiming the question at anyone.

"Not be a reporter?" Yoongi suggests.

"I'm not a reporter!"

"Are you sure about that?" Seungcheol suddenly butts in, looking over to us from just above his computer screen. "You're here to learn to be a reporter and how to not give the truth, whatever gets the views" his face shows no emotions, I cross my arms over my chest, as I feel my blood start to boil.

"I am here on placement to learn about how people act in a workplace and how I can write about it"

"Basically the same thing," Seungcheol rolls his eyes, and sends me a glare. "but you want to be a reporter right?"

"Why are you so stubborn?!"

"I'm not stubborn, I just know the facts!" I scoff a laugh and return his glare.

"Oh, you know the facts?" I fake laughter. "Hilarious"

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Moving between three departments in two months because of bad behaviour towards reporters?" I continue to fake laughter, but my glare instantly snaps back. "You're so great at the facts and how to act towards people, just brilliant" I roll my eyes and speak sarcastically.

"How did you know about all that?!"

"I do what 'reporters'..." I finger quote the word reporters, "do best, research"

"You're unbelievable" Seungcheol shakes his head, as he clicks his tongue.

"Oh, I'm unbelievable?"

"You are!" Seungcheol yells, and I roll my eyes.

"Believe what you want"

Before Seungcheol can go to talk again, Namjoon cuts in. This is the first time I've ever heard him yell.

"Goddamn! That's enough!" His face looked completely different to how it normally looked, His bright and caring smile replaced with annoyance and rage. "I don't care if you guys don't like each other, you're working together end of story!"

"I never said I didn't like him!" I stated, crossing my arms over my chest. "It pisses me off he treats me like I'm nothing"

Namjoon sends a look to Seungcheol, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Seungcheol..." Namjoon hisses and Seungcheol lets out a puff of annoyance.

"Fine, I'll work with you, but it doesn't mean I like you nor do I like that you're a reporter" Seungcheol mutters, keeping his eyes away from any of us.

"But-..." Namjoon cuts me off with a look, letting out a sigh, I nod. "Okay, that's fine"

"Let's all work nicely together because next time I won't be so nice about it" Namjoon glances between us, raising an eyebrow, almost like he was daring us to try and do or say something.

I just nod in response. I felt like my voice had disappeared, and that I couldn't utter a word.

"I have to go do something," Seungcheol told Namjoon, and he nodded quickly.

"Be back straight after"

"Okay" With that final word, Seungcheol left the room and disappeared for a while.

I didn't move for a moment or two, unsure of what to do or where to go. Namjoon sighed, placed his hand on my shoulder and looked at me.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you" I shook my head, finally looking up at him.

"You didn't frighten me, I'll admit it was sudden, but it didn't frighten me"

"Okay" Namjoon nodded, moving his hand he pointed to Seungcheol's desk. "You should probably sit next to his desk, it'll get easier soon"

"I will"

"You just gotta power through it, he'll warm up to you eventually trust me" I look to Namjoon, and tilt my head slightly.

"How are you so sure he will?"

"Because I know what Seungcheol's like, yes he's a bit stubborn and hard-headed, but he'll come to his senses" Namjoon explains, he moved his arms out to his sides, showing the room. "It took him a while to get used to being here, but he warmed up to it, so he'll warm up to you as well"

A small smile appeared on my face, as I nod. Grateful to Namjoon, even though I hadn't known him long, he always knew what to say to cheer me up- maybe that was because of his role as a detective, to make grieving families happier again, to make them not as sad and to tell them everything was going to be okay.

"Okay, thank you Namjoon"

"Anytime (Y/N), anytime"

"Why are you doing this?" The tears collected in her eyes. She was struggling at the rope that bound her wrists to the chair. "Why me?" Her breath sharpened as he took a step from out of the darkness.

The smirk she has seen when she first woke up in the strange place, was still present on his face.

His knees clicked as he bent down in front of her. He let out a soft sigh, and brought up his hand, brushing his fingers through her hair, picking up some that had stuck to her forehead as she sat in fear.

"Because you'll be my next project"

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lunisnightwind · 7 years ago

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KBA::. It Takes A Strong Team Part 1

Finally getting around to tell the stories of my poke team, Team S.T. I wanted to write them for a while now so I'm glad I am taking the first steps! Imagine the jiggly antics....did I say jiggly? Matilta Acqua © the_lost_one Chapter Preview: Scarlet was so excited on her face day attending Kanto Battle Academy, but it didn't do as planned. ------

It Takes A Strong Team Part 1 It was a sunny morning at Kanto Battle Academy. Students were arriving via parents or their own transportation. Some were talking amongst friends while others were yawning from sleepiness. It was the first day of school, and everyone was getting ready. One female Darmanitan was very excited about today. She was a thick female, wide hips and a hefty set of breasts catching attention from some passerbies. She had a huge smile on her face, looking up the big structure of the academy and looking at all the students and faculty. “Okay Scarlet, new school day and a new beginning” the darmanitan spoke to herself, adjusting her small zen-mode darmanitan backpack. Scarlet’s family recently moved to Kanto so her dad can work at this big restaurant he had his eyes on. She had evolved during the summer as well, and she was aching to try this new form out in a school battle. She took a deep breath with a smile, fixing her hair. “Today is going to be great! ******** Scarlet let out a low groan as she sat on a bench within the school’s arena. Today had been...terrible to say the least. To start with she forgotten her notebook needed for her classes at her house. And then she got hit in the face multiple times during volleyball in P.E.. Then there was the time during lunch where she tripped on a student’s tail and and landed on her food tray, which resulted in her needing to use a shirt at a lost and found that was obviously a size or two small. All that which made her run late which had her interrupt multiple classes trying to find hers but still was given a tardy slip. “Uuuugh! Just want this day to be over” she grumbled to herself, putting on a pair of sneakers as she wore her P.E. uniform, a t-shirt with KBA logo on it and a pair of red shorts. She wanted to take her mind off it by training a bit in the arena. Unbeknownst to her, there was someone else in the stadium. Out in the stands was a Smeargle girl, doodling in her sketchbook with a smile on her face. The distinct feature of her appearance would her her hair, which was black except for her bangs, which were pink. Her doodling would be in innocent image….until one sees what she was doodling. Her page was filled with doodles of female students and faculty of the academy, posing sexingly in the nude or partially dress. Some were even outright lewd, doing actions of intimacy with one another. This smeargle was out in the arena, wanting a quiet and secluded place to doodle her unmentionables. “I love this school” she spoke up, giggling gleefully as she looked at her doodles, “I never thought there would be so many hotties here! So glad I transferred here”. It was then she discovered she wasn’t alone in the arena. She looked down and saw the female darmanitan, throwing some punches in the air. Her smile grew more, her eyes seeming to zoom at those magnificent funbags she has on those chest. And when she turned around to throw a few kick, she got a nice view of that shapely rump as well. Drool started to escape her mouth, the smeargle moving her sketchbook away so it wouldn’t get wet. “Mmmmmm~” she muttered as she flipped a new page and began to make doodles of this new babe. She watches as each movement the darmanitan made jiggled her body in all the right places. Scarlet huffed each time she threw her punches, the thought of today already fading away. She was to into her training to not only notice the smeargle in the audience, but also not notice the locker room door open. Out came a voluptuous Empoleon with wavy dark hair. Her hips swayed as she came into the light, revealing she was wearing what appears to be a bathing suit. It looked fancy, but with the choice in colors she almost looked nude. The smeargle spotted her as she walked in, her smile growing more as mouth started to dribble. The empoleon noticed Scarlet in the arena and was...not happy. “Excuse me!” she called out to her, getting the darmanitan’s attention, “What do you think you are doing?!” “....I’m training?” she said, “What does it look like?” “Oh no” the empoleon spoke, “Oh nononono. I have the right to train at this time” “Listen” Scarlet said, really not in the mood for this now, “I did everything needed to have this spot for an hour. So why don’t you….swim away so I can continue with me training”. The way Scarlet spoke to the empoleon seemed to make her furious. “You have any idea who you are talking to?!” she shouted, getting in front of her, “I am Emma Marée of the Marée family line!” The empoleon, introduced as Emma, got closer to her, “Now are you going to leave or shall I show you my immense strength?” “..are you threatening me?” Scarlet asked, glaring at the empoleon. “The great Emma doesn’t threaten”. The ladies at the arena continued to glare at each other, the tension filling the air….but the smeargle in the stand was more focus on the fact that these two ladies had their big breasts pushing together, which had her doodle much more lewd images. The two voluptuous ladies continued their stare down, two new females came from the other side of the arena. One was a female cacturne wearing what appears to be a orange jumpsuit with yellow floral patterns and a triangle opening on her cleavage. She was holding two water bottles in her hands. The other was a banette, her purple dress flowing in the air as she floated next to her companion. She had a cleavage window as well to show her impressive breasts a bit as well. The two were talking amongst each other when they began hearing Scarlet and Emma’s argument. “Umm...what’s going on Sadie?” the Banette asked her cacturne companion. “I don’t know, but I remember taking this time for the arena” Sadie said, “Uh excuse me?” Sadie couldn’t be heard, the Darmanitan and Empoleon almost yelling at eachother now. Sadie continued to try and speak over them, but their argument soon became yelling, completely drowning the Cacturne’s words. The Banette looked to them both, arms crossed and her cheeks puffed from annoyance. “....HEEEY!!!” the banette shouted loudly, getting Emma and Scarlet to stop their shouting contest. The Banette fixed her skirt a bit, taking a deep breath. “Now that we have your attention, it seems there is a mistake in the arena schedule. We are scheduled to use it at this time”. The empoleon huffed, her fury now aimed at the two new girls. “I think not! I, Emma, has never made a mistake! So you two and this bimbo here-!” The empoleon was talking, swinging her flippers around and accidently smacked Scarlet across the face with it. The Darmanitan’s fist clenched tightly, her teeth snarled. She was having a bad day and she was near the breaking point of losing it. That smack...broke it. Without warning, Scarlet gave a hard punch across Emma’s cheek, the empoleon falling back against Sadie. The Cacturne quickly wrapped her arms around to catch her, though it had her hands, still holding the bottles, to press against those huge breasts. Emma held onto her cheek with a shocked expression. This...this...heathen just swung at her! And now she’s is lying there...with some random girl groping her! “GET YOUR DIRTY HAND OFF ME!” she shouted, flailing and slapping Sadie across the cheek on accident as she got up to her feet. “Hey! Don’t you slap people!” the banette shouted and shoved the empoleon back at Scarlet, who in return shoved the empoleon back. “I AM NOT A TIRE SWING!!” Emma shouted and soon what started as arguing soon became a full on brawl. Scarlet, Emma, and the Banette began punching and smacking each other across the ground. “Girls! Girls! Calm down!” Sadie called out before addressing the banette with a hand, “Violet you don’t bite people neither!” The Cacturne’s hand was suddenly snagged, forced into the fight and turning it into a four way brawl. The smeargle was happily watching this girl fight before her, hands grabbing and clothes being pulled on. It was making her doodle even more explicit scenes in her sketchbook. One of the water bottles Sadie had suddenly flew out, cap opened up and went soaring to the onlooker. It smacked her against the head, the water soon spilling out and soaking up her notebook. It was drenched now, the papers clung together. Everything around the smeargle seemed to fade as she stared at her soaked sketchbook on her lap. Only the sounds of the dripping water can be heard in her ears. Her hands clenched tightly around it as she stood up abruptly. “RAAAAAAAAGH!!!” she shouted out, causing the ladies to stop their fight, “RILEY SMAAAAASH!!!” “.....Who’s Riley?” Sadie asked Scarlet. “...my guess is the smeargle up there” she replied. With a loud howl, the smeargle launched herself into the pile and the fight soon resumed again. Hairs were pulled and cheeks were punched as the fight continued to escalate. Outside in the arena halls stood a tall feraligatr woman with a curvy set of hips, a nice set of breasts, and well toned muscles. She was wearing a workout tank top and sporty shorts, a name tag on her right breasts showed that her name was Matilda Acqua, a faculty of the school. She was drying herself with a towel, having been in the gym and was about to head to the showers to wash up. That was when she heard a commotion within the arena. “Oh what’s going on now?” she growled to herself as she went to see. Opening the door, she was met with the sight of the five students wrestling and beating each other while cursing. “Hey! Stop that this instant!” she shouted, hurrying to their side. The girls continued to fight, which made the feraligatr’s brow twitch. She took a deep breath, her chest sticking out as she fills her lungs with air. “I SAID STOOOOOOOP!!!” she roared at them. The girls stopped mid swings, the force of this lady’s shout causing their hair to be blown back. The girls blinked the wind out of their eyes as they looked to the large muscular woman before them. “Everyone to the locker room” she said, “NOW!!!” “YES MA’AM!!” The girls stumbled to their feet and hurried to the locker rooms, not wanting to upset the woman. Matilda shook her head and rubbed her temples. “Kids these days” The girls were sitting along the locker room bench. Scarlet had her head hung low, Emma was fixing her hair, Violet and Sadie were looking nervous, and Riley was sniffling, holding a soaked piece of paper in her hand. Matilda was pacing in front of them, arms crossed as she stayed silent. “....Umm...are we-” Voilet spoke. “Keep quiet!” the feraligatr said with her hand up, the banette flinching a bit and keeping her mouth shut. “Fighting within the arena, that's no way to act within this school!” “But I had full right of-!” Emma began talking before the teacher’s glare cut her off, “I’ll be quiet”. Matilda nodded as she continued pacing. “I have never seen such ruckus from students, let alone new students” she said, looking to Violet and Sadie, having recognized them from the previous years “I expected better from you two veteran students.” “M-may I speak?” Scarlet asked before flinching as Matilda turned to her, giving the darmanitan a nod. “Th-this whole thing i-is just a misunderstanding with the arena schedule”. “Is that so?” Matilda asked, “Care to read me your forms then?” The girls dug into their pockets, Emma pulling hers out of her bag, and pulled out their forms. “See mine is set for….three days” Scarlet read. “Ha! I told you, you were mistaken. I had my time set for….tomorrow…” Emma said, head hanging low. “We got it today at this hour” Sadie said, high fiving Violet before they got a scowl from the teacher. “S-sorry.” “And what about you?” Matilda asked Riley. “Oh, um me?” she yipped up, pulling her soaked papers behind her and chuckling nervously, “I was just umm...studying...in the stands?” “....right” the feraligatr said, “It’s obvious you five need to learn how to work with other people. Negotiate and behave properly amongst fellow students.” Matilda crossed her arms again with a thumb on her chin. Riley’s eyes immediately glued themselves to those breasts of hers as they were lifted by her forearms. The teacher smiled, looking to them. “I know the perfect way to teach you all how to do so. You are going to form a team, together.” The girls looked to the elder fem in surprise. “Wait...a team? Seriously?” Scarlet asked. “Yes a team. You all need to learn to work together. How to act like proper students. I feel forming a team will teach you all what you need to know” Matilda unfolded her arms. “But I’ll decide who shall be team leader. Someone who’s bright, creative, strong, a well rounded leader”. Each word the teacher made had gotten Emma to sit up proudly. Every phrase made her puff her chest out proudly. “That leader will be...you” She said, pointing to the Darmanitan, which surprised Emma even more than the team idea. “What?!” both of them shouted. “You think this red lard is capable of leading a te-” Emma spoke before another glare from Matilda shuts her up. “I had made my decision and that’s final” she said, “Why stop there, I’ll even give you your team names. For now on, you shall be….Team Strong Team”. Matilda thought of the name out of randomness, using the first two words that popped into her head. “Now all of you get changed and head straight into the registry so your team will be official.” ---- Scarlet sighed heavily with the team registry in her hands. This has got to be the worst first day of school she ever had. She looked over the sheet of paper, the other girls having signed their names into the roster with their team name written along the top. The feraligatr teacher stood before her, arms crossed and fingers tapping on her forearm. With a heavy sigh, she signed her name on the team leader space and handed it to Matilda. The teacher looked over the papers. Seeing everything in order, she smiled and nodded. “Very good. Now I have an assignment for you five. I will schedule a match in 2 weeks, in which you shall prepare for. I expect to see you all working together in your training and battle well against your opponent, Team Indigo“. “O-okay Mrs. Acqua” Scarlet said, “Y-you’re the teacher who helps make teams”. “Oh, that’s not my job. I teach students how to use water moves effectively” The ladies stared at her in silence. Matilda only smiled to them as she walked the other direction from the girls, the registry in hand. “...did she just…” Violet spoke. “I think she did” Sadie answered. Emma’s nostrils flared up a bit. “That teacher...she-” “Has got one fiiiiine ass” Riley cut off, receiving looks from her now official teammates. “....what?”

#It Takes A Strong Team #ITAST #ScarletDarmanitan #EmmaEmpoleon #SadieCacturne #VioletBannete #RileySmeargle #original #KBA #Kanto Battle Academy

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seokpapi-blog · 7 years ago

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CHARCOAL (M) | kth

“The thing with Taehyung is that he use his hands a lot while drawing and get his fingers stained with charcoal, a lot. But when I come back home later, I love to see the same black prints all over my body.”

+Pairing: Taehyung x femlale MC ft Seokjin +Genre: College!AU, Artist!kth +Warnings: sexual assault victim +Note: GUYS! This is an adaptation of the book “Easy” by Tammara Webber. I decided to start like this because im not sure of my writing skill yet, so enjoy!

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Elee’s voice woke me. “dickhead, get your ass out of that bed and go save your GPA. For chrissake, if I’d let a guy throw off my academic mojo like this, I’d never hear the end of it.”

I made a dismissive sound from under the comforter before peeking out at her. “What academic mojo?”

Her hands on her hips, she was wrapped in a towel, fresh from a shower. “ Very funny, bitch. Get up.”

I sniffed, but didn’t budge. “I’m doing fine in all of my other classes. Can’t I just fail this one?”

Her mouth dropped open. “Are you even listening to yourself?”

I was listening to myself. And I was every bit as disgusted with my cowardly sentiments as Elee—if not more so. But the thought of sitting next to Seokjin for an hour-long class three days a week was unbearable. I couldn’t be sure what his newfound single status would mean in terms of open flirtations or hookups, but whatever it meant, I didn’t want to stare it in the face. Imagining the details was bad enough.

If only I hadn’t pressed him to take a class with me this semester. When we registered for fall classes, he questioned why I wanted to take economics—not a required course for my music education degree. I wondered if he had sensed, even then, that this was where we’d end up. Or if he'd known.

“I can’t.”

“You can and you will.” She ripped the comforter off. “Now get up and get in that shower. I have to get to French on time or Monsieur Bidot will question me mercilessly in passé composé. I can barely do past tense in English. God knows I can’t do it en français at ass o’clock in the morning.”

I arrived outside the classroom at straight-up 9:00, knowing that Seokjin, habitually punctual, would already be there. The classroom was large and sloped. Slipping through the back door, I spotted him, sixth row center. The seat to his right was empty—my seat. Dr. Park had passed around a seating chart the second week of class, and he used it to take attendance and give credit for class participation. I would have to talk with him after class, because there was no way I was sitting there again.

My eyes scanned the back rows. There were two empty seats. One was three rows down between a guy leaning on his hand, mostly asleep, and a girl drinking a venti something and chattering nonstop to her neighbor. The other open seat was on the back row, next to a guy who appeared to be doodling something into the margin of his textbook. I turned in that direction at the same time the professor entered a side door below, and the artist raised his head to scan the front of the classroom. I froze, recognizing my savior from two nights ago. If I could’ve moved, I would have turned and fled the classroom.

The attack came flooding back. The helplessness. The terror. The humiliation. I’d curled into a ball on my bed and cried all night, thankful for Elee’s text that she was staying with Jongkyung. I hadn’t told her what Junmin had done—partly because I knew she’d feel responsible for making me go, and for letting me leave alone. Partly because I wanted to forget it had happened at all.

“If everyone will be seated, we’ll begin.” The professor’s statement shook me from my stupor—I was the only student standing. I bolted to the empty chair between the chatty girl and the sleepy guy.

She glanced at me, never pausing in her weekend confession of how trashed she’d been and where and with whom. The guy unsquinted his eyes just enough to notice when I slid into the bolted-down chair between them, but he didn’t otherwise move.

“Is this seat taken?” I whispered to him.

He shook his head and mumbled, “It was. But she dropped. Or stopped coming. Whatever.”

I pulled a spiral from my bag, relieved. I tried not to look at Seokjin, but the angled seating made that effort challenging. His perfectly styled dirty blond hair and the familiar uncreased button-down shirt drew my eyes every time he moved. I’d known him since ninth grade. I’d watched him alter his style from a boy who wore mesh shorts and sneakers every day to the guy who sent his fitted shirts out to be pressed, kept his shoes scuff-free, and always looked as though he’d just stepped from the cover of a magazine. I’d seen more than one teacher turn her head as he passed before snapping her gaze away from his perfect, off-limits body.

Junior year, we had pre-AP English together. He focused on me from the first day of class, flashing his smile in my direction before taking his seat, inviting me to join his study group, inquiring about my weekend plans—and finally making himself a part of them. I’d never been so confidently pursued. As our class president, he was familiar to everyone, and he made a concerted effort to become familiar with everyone. As an athlete, he was a credit to the baseball team. As a student, his academic standing was in the top ten percent. As a member of the debate team, he was known for conclusive arguments and an unbeaten record.

As a boyfriend, he was patient and attentive, never pushing me too far or too fast. Never forgetting a birthday or an anniversary. Never making me doubt his intentions for us. Once we were official, he changed my name—and everyone followed suit, including me. “You’re my Kkul,” he told me, referencing to the word ‘honey’, because -his own words- I was too sweet for him.

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Between trying to avoid staring at Seokjin for fifty minutes straight and having skipped the class for two weeks, my brain was sluggish and uncooperative. When class ended, I realized I’d absorbed little of the lecture.

I followed Dr. Park to his office, running through various appeals in my head to induce him to give me a chance to catch up. Until that moment, I hadn’t cared that I was failing. Now that the possibility had become a probability, I was terrified.

“All right, Ms.Son” Dr. Park removed a textbook and a stack of disorderly notes from his battered attaché and moved around his office as though I wasn’t standing there. “State your case.”

I cleared my throat. “My case?”

Tiredly, he peered at me over his glasses. “You’ve missed two straight weeks of class—including the midterm, and you missed today. I assume you’re standing here in my office in order to make some sort of case for why you should not fail macroeconomics. I’m waiting with bated breath for that explanation.” He sighed, shelving the textbook. “I always think I’ve heard them all, but I’ve been known to be surprised. So go ahead. I don’t have all day, and I presume you don’t, either.”

I swallowed. “I was in class today. I just sat in a different seat.”

He nodded. “I’ll take your word for that, since you approached me at the end of the lecture. That’s one day of participation back in your favor—amounting to about a quarter of a grade point. You still have six missed class days and a zero on a major exam.”

Oh, God. As if a plug had been pulled, the jumbled excuses and realizations came pouring out. “My boyfriend broke up with me, and he’s in the class, and I can’t stand to see him, let alone sit next to him… Oh my God, I missed the midterm. I’m going to fail. I’ve never failed a class in my life.” As if that speech wasn’t mortifying enough, my eyes watered and spilled over. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing outright, staring at his desk, unable to meet the repulsed expression I imagined him wearing.

I heard his sigh in the same moment a tissue appeared in my line of vision. “It’s your lucky day, Ms. Son.”

I took the tissue and pressed it to my wet cheeks, eyeing him cautiously.

“As it happens, I have a daughter just a bit younger than you. She recently endured a nasty little breakup. My whip-smart, straight-A student turned into an emotional wreck who did nothing but cry, sleep, and cry some more—for about two weeks. And then she came to her senses and decided that no boy was going to ruin her scholastic record. For the sake of my daughter, I’ll give you one chance. One. If you blow it, you will receive the grade you’ve earned at the end of the semester. Do we understand each other?”

I nodded, more tears spilling.

“Good.” My professor shifted uncomfortably and handed me another tissue. “Oh, for Pete’s sake—as I told my daughter, there’s not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; I used to be one.” He scribbled on a slip of paper and handed it to me. “Here’s the email address of my class tutor. If you aren’t familiar with his supplemental instruction sessions, I suggest you get familiar with them. You’ll no doubt need some one-on-one tutoring as well. He was an excellent student in my class two years ago, and he’s been tutoring for me since then. I’ll give him the details of the project I expect you to do to replace the midterm grade.”

Another sob escaped me when I thanked him.

I had my shot. All I had to do was get in touch with this tutor person and turn in a project. How hard could it be?

***

The coffee line in the student union was ridiculously long, but it was raining and I wasn’t in the mood to get soaked crossing the street to the indie coffee shop just off-campus to get my fix before my afternoon class. In unrelated reasoning, that was also where Seokjin was most likely to be; we went there almost daily after lunch.

“Ugh,” Elee huffed, she was in a hurry but the Coffee line wasn’t moving fast enough. “I almost forgot—did you hear what happened to Junmin Saturday night? ”My stomach dropped. The night I just wanted to forget wouldn’t leave me alone. I shook my head.

“He got jumped in the parking lot behind the house. A couple of guys wanted his wallet. Probably homeless people, he said—that’s what we get with a campus right in the middle of a big city. They didn’t get anything, the bastards, but damn, Junmin’s face is busted up.” She leaned closer. “He actually looks a little hotter like that, if you know what I mean.”

I felt ill, standing there mute and feigning interest instead of refuting Junmin’s explanation of the events leading to his pummeled face. “Well, fuck. I cant keep waiting, we’ve got a quiz. I’ll see you after work.” She gave me a quick hug and scurried off. I scooted forward with the line, my mind going over Saturday night for the thousandth time. I couldn’t shake how vulnerable I felt, still. I’d never been blind to the fact that guys are stronger. Seokin had scooped me into his arms more times than I could count, one time tossing me over his shoulder and running up a flight of stairs as I clung to his back, upside down and laughing. Two weeks ago, he'd torn out my heart, and I’d never felt so hurt, so empty. But he’d never used his physical strength against me. No, that was all Junmin.

“Next.” I shook off my reverie and looked across the counter, prepared to give my usual order, and there stood the guy from Saturday night. The guy I’d avoided sitting next to this morning in economics. My mouth hung open but nothing came out. And just like this morning, Saturday night came flooding back. My face heated, remembering the position I’d been in, what he must have witnessed before he’d intervened, how foolish he must consider me.But then, he’d said it wasn’t my fault.And he’d called me by my name. The name I no longer used, as of sixteen days ago.

My split-second wish that he wouldn’t recall who I was went ungranted. I returned his penetrating gaze and could see he remembered all of it, clearly. Every mortifying bit. My face burned.

“Are you ready to order?” His question pulled me from my disorientation. His voice was calm, but I felt the exasperation of the restless customers behind me.

“Grande caffé Americano. Please.” My words were so mumbled that I half expected him to ask me to repeat myself.

But he marked the cup, which was when I noted the two or three layers of thin white gauze wrapped around his knuckles. He passed the cup to the barista and rang up the drink as I handed over my card.

“Are you okay today?” he asked, his words so seemingly casual, yet so full of meaning between us. He swiped my card and handed it back with the receipt.

“I’m fine.” The knuckles of his left hand were scuffed but not severely abraded. As I took the card and receipt, his fingers grazed over mine. I snatched my hand away. “Thanks.”

His eyes widened, but he said nothing else.

His eyes flicking to me once more as I stepped away. I don’t know if he looked at me after that. I waited for my coffee at the other end of the bar, and hurried away without adding my usual dribble of milk and three packets of sugar.

Economics was a survey course, and as such the roster was huge—probably two hundred students. I could avoid eye contact with two boys in the midst of that many people for the remaining six weeks of fall semester, couldn’t I?

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