#and as someone who believes in that i'm grateful squeaks has been so open with documenting the development process

[anonymouspuzzler]

Hey! Sorry, out of the blue question but I was watching the Frankenbugs playthrough of Shipwrecked 64 (amazing stuff, though I don't need to tell *you* that) and during it, you were making some sort of guide for the game? If that's public anywhere, I would loce to see it. I'm sort of archiving all documentation I can find on the game, actually! If you don't want to answer that in an ask, you can also shoot me a message.

it's not public anywhere (largely because it was mostly pulling together information from various other public guides and/or was information specific to what Bugs & Frankie needed for their playthrough) but i would like to make it public eventually...! I've entertained ideas of building a website, probably once I finish the additional research/documentation/cleanup I've done-slash-have been-slash-will be doing for the eventual Jungle Cruise - kinda serving as half-guide half-documentation of background and development (specifically in a way that better differentiates "beta" information versus stuff that's in the final game, largely because that's a personal pet peeve and if it's my website i can do what i want LOL)

[ethan-bears]

Home for Christmas (Nolan Patrick x Reader)

You've resigned yourself to spending this Christmas alone. But Nolan has other plans.

Author's note: I started writing this out as a thought to send to @lindylovegang for her soft thought night tonight but I realized it needed to be a small book whole fic instead, so I decided to do this instead of editing my final paper. This is also not edited. I might edit it later. Who knows.

Warnings: light swearing, holidays, slight angst but it gets fluffy real quick, it's my first fic so it's probably not great, I'm on mobile and I can't figure out "keep reading" and I'm very sorry

Word count: absolutely no idea but good luck fam

gif credit to: bretthowden

*****

This was not how you wanted to spend your first Christmas in Philadelphia. Ideally, you wouldn't even be in Philly at all right now. You should be on a plane back home to your family and friends and the warm, familiar streets of your hometown. You should be waking up tomorrow morning in your grandma's house with the smell of warm bread surrounding you like a hug.

But no. You were trapped.

The blizzard had started to roll in earlier this morning, and you thought to yourself that it wouldn't be that bad, right? It was just some flurries. They wouldn't ground any flights, right?

Oh how wrong you wound up being.

After three hours of waiting for news in the airport terminal, followed by another hour and a half desperately trying to reschedule your flight to a time that would still work and getting nothing out of every airline representative in the building, you somehow managed to get an Uber driver crazy enough to come get you in the ocean of snow. Fighting back tears, you tried to console yourself in the backseat. At least your apartment would be warm. And you had a little tree, so it would still feel like Christmas. You'd make some soup and Skype your family, and while it wouldn't be the same as being with them, it would be better than nothing!

"Reckless optimist," you sighed as you flipped the light switch to your apartment only to be met with continued darkness. Alone in a dark, cold, apartment on Christmas Eve, snowed in with nowhere to go in a city that came nowhere close to feeling like home. Merry Christmas. Slumping against the door, you felt your hot tears break free and cascade down your face. You decided to let all the stress and frustration that had been building all day take over your body, sobbing harder than you could ever remember. Each new wave shook your body, sending you to the floor. You didn't care. It couldn't get worse, so why not act like it?

During a pause in the festivities you decided to check your phone to see if you had any messages from your dad, only to find a text you definitely didn't expect from someone who was definitely not your father.

Sir Nolan the Rosy-Faced: hey, just checking in, i know you're probably mid flight rn but just wanted to make sure you land safely when you do. Crazy storm. Text me?

Sniffing, you paused to process the message. Nolan wanted to make sure you were safe? It shouldn't really have surprised you, but the fact that he was concerned enough to text you while he thought you were still midair was...touching.

You fired a short text back explaining that the flight wasn't happening, thinking he'd respond with a simple "okay" or an "oh, sorry to hear that :(". But the next text you got (mere seconds later) surprised you again.

Sir Nolan: oh my god that sucks! Wait.....does that mean you're home alone tonight?

Me: Yeah, and the power's out, so it's suuuper cold, but idk it's fine, I'll just layer up and go to bed early I guess

Sir Nolan: are you okay?

That one hit you like a truck. No, you thought, I'm really, really not.

Me: Yeah, I'll be fine

Sir Nolan: are you sure? Cause I can come over if you want.

Any other night, you would be losing your mind at an offer like that. Ever since you had met Nolan, you'd had the biggest crush on him. All other crushes seemed like weak sauce compared to how you felt about him. But you'd cried all your energy out. The best response your heart could muster was a meek, "Sure, but don't worry if the snow's just too much."

You were met with a resounding, "Already on my way."

You decided that if you were going to be having company you should at least get up off the floor. You shuffled your way into your bedroom, habitually flicking the light switch before you remembered it was pointless. You fumbled in the dark to your desk drawer, trying to find your flashlight, and once you found it you turned it on and started changing into your warmest pajamas. Now that you weren't just a puddle of self-pity, you started to think about Nolan's sudden inviting-over of himself. You first met him during training camp when your work friend brought you along to meet up with Travis, her boyfriend. She figured that since you were new to the city and also a huge hockey fan that it couldn't hurt to introduce you to some guys on the team and help you make some friends. You weren't sure what to make of Nolan at first. He seemed so quiet and awkward that you thought your own quietness and awkwardness would make conversation impossible with such a knockout of a man. You wound up being horribly wrong, once again, but that time it was in a good way. Neither of you were really the super-outgoing party type, so whenever one or both of you started getting exhausted with the atmosphere you'd usually drift off into your own conversation in a quieter part of the room. As a result, he became a good friend incredibly fast. It seemed there was nothing you couldn't talk about with him, even though you still got nervous about certain things. Like your personal feelings for him. But that had never come up before, so you were safe. For now.

You knew he knew all about how hard the transition to Philly has been for you. How homesick you get, how you can't help but wonder if you made a mistake taking the job offer that brought you here (even though it was your dream job), and how you felt like it was hard to click with so many new people. Which was probably why he seemed so worried about you being alone tonight. He knew you felt alone most of the time anyway.

An hour and a half had gone by and you were starting to get worried about him. He only lived 20 minutes away, and even with the snow, it shouldn't take him that long unless he was stuck and just too proud to call you. It had given you time to call your mom, which you were grateful for and made you feel a lot better, but you couldn't ignore the knot in your stomach anymore. You were just about to hit "call" when you heard a knock at the door. Or more like a thump at the door.

You practically sprinted over to open it for the man-sized popsicle with his arms full of grocery bags standing on your doorstep. You paused for a second with your mouth hanging open, both amazed by the fact that he actually came over and by...him. The cold made his already pink cheeks bright red, and the snowflakes were sticking to his long eyelashes and the free locks of hair that didn't fit under his beanie. You had never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

"Can...can I come in?" Nolan's teeth chattered, snapping you back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, sorry! God, Nol, you're shivering!" you remark, ushering him through the door. Not that inside was that much warmer, but anything was better than being out there.

"It's cold," he laughs.

"Wow, AND he's meteorologist!" you quip back. "What can Nolan Patrick not do?"

Shaking his head, he made a beeline for your kitchen, looking for a place to set his bags down.

"Took me forever to find a place that was still open tonight," he muttered, pulling what looked in the dark like to-go boxes out of one of the bags. You shined your flashlight up to the ceiling to make it light the whole room as Nolan continued to pull items from his three bags. You just stood there, still dumbfounded by him.

"Pat... what's all this?" you manage to squeak out.

"This," he said, pointing to the to-go tubs, "is soup. I'm not completely sure what kind, but I figured soup would be the best thing no matter what. I didn't know if you had any crackers, so I brought some saltines. And some oranges because I knew you'd want something fruity and healthy and oranges are festive. And this," he pulled a thermos out of the second bag, "is hot chocolate. Made it myself." He grinned, sliding it towards you, obviously proud of himself. You could barely contain your own grin, feeling yourself blush. You were proud of him too.

"I saved the best for last," he continued once you took a sip of the cocoa. You frowned.

"What else could you possibly have brought?" you asked, genuinely astonished.

He looked you in the eyes and gave you a smirk. Holy hell. You were glad he probably couldn't see how pink your own cheeks were getting. The things he did to you and he didn't even know.

He carefully pulled a basket out of the last bag, and you could see it was full of a bunch of other things. You couldn't believe it.

"Nolan..." You trailed off, feeling the tears starting to well up again. Inside the basket were a bunch of little gifts with a note that read "For: y/n, From: Us". It had some of your favorite candies, one of those cheesy home-state-scented candles, a scarf with your home team's name and logo on it, and a tin of your favorite tea from a tiny local tea shop in your home town. You tried your best to fight the tears, but you weren't strong enough, rendered useless from your earlier fit.

"Nol-" You couldn't even finish your question before your own sob choked you. You set your thermos and flashlight down to bury your face in your hands.

"Hey, hey," Nolan whispered, pulling you into a hug. You wasted no time in hugging him back, squeezing him as you sobbed into his chest. "Shhhh, it's okay," he muttered to the top of your head. He slowly ran a hand up and down your back, rocking you back and forth. It only made you more emotional. He had never hugged you before, and you hadn't been hugged like this in what felt like years. You just wanted to stay there in his arms forever and ignore the world around you.

"It was a team effort," he continued. "Some of us thought you could use some things that remind you of home."

"Who...who found the tea?" you said into his chest, muffled by his sweater.

"What?" He smiled, pulling out of the hug a bit to let you speak up.

You wiped your face and took a breath. "Who found the tea?"

He pulled the rest of the way out of the hug, much to your disappointment. He leaned his head down, staring at the floor.

"That was me," he mumbled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "I remembered you mentioning it, and it was hard to work out, but they agreed to send me some." Somehow, his voice kept getting lower and lower.

You could hardly believe your ears. He remembered that? You swore you had only mentioned it once in passing after you got a really disappointing chai from a coffee place down the street. You had no idea he had been paying attention. And he went to all the trouble of getting a store with a locals-only business model to ship a product long-distance. You started to wonder if.... No, you thought, don't get your hopes up again tonight.

You stared at him for another moment, trying to soak in the situation. He seemed surprised when you went back in for another hug.

"Thank you so much!" you whisper, knowing that if you said it any louder you'd start crying again. You could feel him relax into the hug and gave him a little squeeze before you ended it.

"Soup time?"

"Soup time." Nolan nodded, practically beaming.

You sat on the couch, eating as carefully as you could in the dark, though your eyes were getting pretty adjusted. From then on, it was conversation as usual. It came so naturally with him that even when you weren't saying anything, you were still happy. You exchanged stories about your favorite Christmases, what you thought the best cookies are, and weird things your families do during the holidays for hours, barely even noticing the time or the cold.  At some point Nolan had pulled the blankets off the back of the couch and tossed them over both your laps. You didn't notice that you'd been getting closer and closer to him with every story until you laughed so hard you fell on his shoulder.

"Stop laughing!" He pouted, audibly trying to stifle his own laugh. "I almost got hypothermia. I could've died!"

"I can't...I can't!" you breathe between laughs. "You fell through the ice...but just one leg?!"

"Yeah, and I was stuck there on my side almost doing the splits between the ice and the water and my sister just stood there laughing. Just like you!" He nudged you, pretending to be annoyed. "But eventually she pulled me out and carried me back home. Couldn't move my leg for hours, it was just sticking straight out like..." He stuck his leg in the air, demonstrating, and only making you laugh harder. You could hardly breathe. You knew it probably felt funnier because of how exhausted you were, but you didn't care. Nolan had put a smile back on your face and back in your heart.

"Hey, Nolan?"

"Yeah?"

You swallowed. "I just... I'm not complaining that you're here, obviously, but... weren't you planning on spending tonight with Kevin and his family?"

"I was, but they've got each other, and someone else who's super special to me was sad and alone, which made me really sad to think about. You deserve to be happy and I wanted to help. Easiest decision I've ever made."

You really did not have it in you for another cry, so you settled for teasing him instead.

"That's really cheesy of you, softie."

"Take it while you can," he laughed.

"I know," you smiled.

Your eyes were starting to feel heavy and you let out a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Damn," Nolan remarked. You grunted in response, earning another laugh from him. "Wanna lay down?"

You nodded, leaning into his shoulder.

"You're warm," you sleepily drawl. You wanted to lay down, but you didn't want to get up to go to your bed. You wanted more snuggles, and right now you didn't care if he read into it or not.

He seemed to get the message, moving to lay down and taking you with him. He wrapped his arms around you after making sure the blankets covered you both as much as possible. You smiled contentedly, settling into your position and closing your eyes. You barely had time to contemplate how touchy he was being tonight compared to his normal reservations about hugs and touching before you were completely gone.

*****

Nolan woke up first the next morning. He was careful to move as little as possible to avoid waking you up. You looked so peaceful, curled up with your head on his chest. He felt his heart swell as you shifted to wrap your arms around his torso and fell back asleep within seconds. He smiled down at you, noticing how beautiful you were, even with your messy bedhead and your cheek squished against his chest. He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Just the two of you.

The power had come back on at some point during the night, so it was no longer freezing in the apartment, and the lights on your tiny tree had come on as well. He glanced back over to the kitchen to the basket on the counter. It had been embarrassing enough to admit to being the one who hunted down the tea like a police dog, so he left out the part about the whole gift basket being his idea in the first place. He would've bought you everything himself, but he wanted you to know that you had other friends, too, and that they wanted to show you that they were thinking of you. The scarf was Carter's idea, the candy TK's. Claude had suggested the candle, and being the local expert on how to be good to the woman he loved, Nolan took the advice and bought the candle as well. It did make him strangely jealous of your hometown in a way he couldn't quite explain. He was worried that you would be looking for any excuse to move back home, which he really didn't want. If it made you happy, then of course he'd support you, but he'd never felt for anyone the way he felt about you. The way you laugh, how passionate you get when you talk about something you care about, whether that's a person, a subject, a place, or what the best pizza topping is. He loved everything down to the way you word your sentences. He loved how much you loved.

He was awoken from his thoughts by you stirring and opening your eyes to look at him.

"Merry Christmas," you mumbled.

"Merry Christmas," he mumbled back.

You laid your head back down, enjoying the comforting rise and fall of his chest.

"You hungry? I can try and make you some breakfast. Emphasis on try," Nolan offered.

You laughed at the thought. "That'd be nice. But I don't wanna get up."

"Me neither," he sighed, tracing his thumb along your arm. He was not ready for when you suddenly shot off the couch, eyes manic and wide.

"Oh my god!" you shouted. "I didn't get you anything for Christmas! And you did all that last night!" You waved your hand at the kitchen. Nolan sat up, confused and cold, missing the weight of you on him.

"It's okay, y/n! I wasn't expecting anything."

"No, okay, I'm making you breakfast, and it's gonna be the best damn breakfast I've ever made. Lay back down," you insisted, marching off to the kitchen, wincing at the still-cold floor.

As nice as it sounded to stay under the warm blankets, Nolan didn't want to just sit there doing nothing. Suddenly he had an idea, even though it was a risky one. He decided it was a risk he needed to take eventually.

"Get out!" you playfully threatened, brandishing a spatula at him as he stepped into the kitchen. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I won't touch!"

"Good," you smirk, turning back to your pan.

Nolan shuffled around nervously, working up the courage to say what he wanted to. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

"I, uh...I have an idea for what you can give me. If you, uh, still want to give me something. Besides breakfast, I mean." Smooth, Patrick, he thought.

"What's that?" You met his gaze, making his stomach flip. The things you do to him and you have no idea.

"Maybe we can go out sometime? Like, just us. On purpose. To dinner or something?"

You looked like a deer caught in the headlights, making Nolan immediately second-guess himself. He bashfully broke your eye contact, focusing on the floor again. He felt the blush on his cheeks worsening.

"Are you... serious?" you ask, voice full of wonder.

"Of course I am!" he mumbled insistently. "Wouldn't ask if I wasn't."

You almost knocked him over with the force of your hug, a truly impressive feat.

"Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!!!" you laughed, not even bothering to play it cool. Nolan smiled so much it started to hurt, but he didn't care. He felt like he could take off and fly, he was so relieved. The weight of the world was replaced by the weight of you clinging to his shoulders. And he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his Christmas. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, Christmas would be like this forever from now on.

*****

You relaxed into Nolan's arms as he followed you back to the stove, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. Suddenly, you felt something more than the giddy high of getting asked out by your crush. You felt a sort of peace you hadn't felt since before you moved.

You were home for Christmas.

[cookieundertherock]

Sorry this took so long Star, I hope this is everything you wanted!! I'm so honored that you were my first ever request, it's just so gah!! Exciting!!! Thank you so much for helping me with everything!! I love you!!

This is basically just some really cute fluff☁️☁️☁️ I think Shinsou cusses once, but that's it. Please enjoy!! Send asks in!! Take a peak at my rules!! If someone can like tell my sorry ass how to link them I would be so grateful ;;

Word count: 1.6k

Kitty Cat Confessions

    Shinsou takes a deep breath as he prepares himself.  Today is the day. The day he finally gets up the nerve to ask you, his adorable crush, out.  Fingers crossed that you say yes.

    He takes one more breath before slipping into the library and sitting at the table you normally read at. Before clearing his throat and making his presence known he can’t help but look at you for a moment, admiring your features.

    He always thought your glasses and short hair were cute, but add that to your shy and bookworm personality it just doubles your cuteness. What can he say, he’s always had a soft spot for shy girls.

    After a moment he reaches out and gently taps your shoulder, chuckling as you jump, startling from your concentration.  “Hey (y/n), sorry for startling you but I wanted to ask you something.” He pauses for a moment, his cheeks faintly flushing as he taps his fingers on the table. “I uh, was wondering if you wanted to go with me to check out that cafe place, P-Paws and Whiskers.”

    You blink as you look at the purple-haired boy.  Is he asking you on a date? No, no he couldn’t be asking you on a date.  Shinsou isn’t the date type of person. You flush slightly and dip your head, your hair falling to cover some of your face. “I-is this...um like a- nevermind.  Yeah, I’d like to come with you. What is the theme of this restaurant? It sounds...cat-like.”

    You watch as Shinsou blushes a little more at your question.  Is he...embarrassed? You watch as he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, your eyes curiously on him. “It’s uh, it’s a cat cafe…” 

You pause for a moment before breaking out into giggles, your hand coming to hide your mouth.  Shinsou wants to take you to a cat cafe: How totally unexpected! “Toshi that’s so like you! I would love to go with you to a cat cafe!  Kitties are cute!”

    The purplenette feels himself flush slightly as you excitedly agree to go with him.  He didn’t expect you to so readily agree to go with him. You look so cute with your cheeks all flushed and your glasses slightly askew.  Oh man, he really has it bad, doesn’t he?

    “So when do you wanna go Toshi?” you ask softly, head tilted adorably.  Shinsou clears his throat glancing at you in adoration. You’re such a cutie.  “Maybe tomorrow, for lunch? Does that sound good mouse?” He asks using the sweet nickname he has for you. 

    When he first met you you hardly spoke.  Despite that fact, you never seemed scared of him and would always give him a little smile and reply to him shyly whenever he would ask you something directly.  He always found it more endearing than anything else because you still eagerly interacted with him. You even squeaked once when he startled you on accident, which is where ‘mouse’ came from.

    You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, (e/c) orbs wide and searching. 

Do you...look good enough?  You reach into your small side bag and pull out a small tube of mascara, some foundation, and a little tube of lipgloss.  Your mom had gotten you a little bit of makeup for your birthday and you decided now was a pretty good time to use it. 

    You glance at your phone anxiously once more.  He said around lunch right? You’re not too early right?  You bite your lip before nearly jumping out of your skin as you see a pair of lilac eyes staring into your own.  “Eep!” You squeak before calming yourself as you process that’s it’s just Shinsou.

    The boy breaks out into a fit of laughter as you squeak and jump causing you to begin to pout.  “That was mean Toshi.” You fume lightly, cheeks puffed out in annoyance. How dare he do this to you!  You hate how much you jump because of the purple-haired boy. It’s even more embarrassing because you like him.  Man, you wish you were less of a scaredy-cat so that he might actually like you.

Shinsou smiles slightly as you calm down and pout at him, your cheeks flushed pink and your eyes cast down.  Gosh, you’re too cute. He chuckles and gently takes your hand, a tender smile on his lips and in his eyes. “Sorry mouse, didn’t meet to startle you.  You ready to-”

    Halting himself mid-sentence, the boy stares at you finally taking in your appearance.  The light makeup you have on highlights your features perfectly. The little bit of dark lip gloss on your lips making them pop, completely drawing the purple-haired boy’s eyes to them.  He really wants to kiss you now because of that. 

    “Hey Hitoshi, you in there?”  Your soft voice finally breaks through the fog in Shinsou’s head.  He repeatedly blinks before smiling slightly awkwardly at you and rubbing the back of his neck.  “Sorry (y/n), I guess I got lost in dreamland. You ready to go to lunch then?” 

    Your small smile and nod are all he needs to make his heart race with excitement and adoration for you.  “Perfect.” He smiles and offers his arm to you. He grins wider as you eagerly loop your arm through his, your (e/c) eyes shining.  “Alright little mouse, let’s go get some lunch.”

    You stare around the little cafe with wide eyes, awed with the decoration and cats.  You giggle as a white and black cat with a missing leg comes and rubs itself against your own leg.  Reaching down you rub its ears, cooing softly to it. “Hey kitty, whatcha doing cutie?”

    You giggle again as the cat meows at you, golden eyes shining bright. You glance up at Shinsou, a grin on your face.  “Isn’t it a pretty kitty Toshi?” At his nod and smile, you stand and take his hand in a moment of boldness and lead him to the counter so you can order.

    After ordering you lead your cat-loving friend to a corner filled with felines and sit down, watching in adoration as he settles down and pulls a tiny brown kitten into his lap.  Look at him, he’s so cute. Fluffy purple hair and pretty purple eyes and a nice smile. Other people say he’s scary and tired looking, but you never see that. All you see is your sweet, lovable Toshi...the sweet lovable Toshi who you’re hopelessly crushing on.

    Lunch passes quickly as you and Shinsou practically inhale your food so you can play with the cats again.  You enjoy yourself thoroughly as you talk to your purple-haired crush and give love to the needy felines. You glance up from the fluffy cat in your lap to see that the sun is almost setting. "Wow," you comment softly, "it's sunset."

Shinsou glances up from the cat he was petting. Wow, you're right, it is dusk. He looks over at you and is blown away with what he sees. The soft light from the setting sun perfectly illuminates your cute face.  Before he even realizes it, he’s moving across the floor and over to your side. Guess his body has decided that it’s time to confess. He leans close to you and lets out a hot breath. “Please don’t hate me,” he mumbles, eyes flicking to your lips, “but I can’t hold myself back anymore.”

Your eyes shoot wide open behind your lenses as you feel a pair of surprisingly soft lips, Shinsou’s lips to be exact, press against yours.  You’re completely thrown off guard with his bold move. You never expected this, especially from the rather anti-social purplenette.  

After a moment Shinsou pulls away and stares at you.  As he continues to look at you, searching for some sort of reaction, his lilac eyes flood with pain and rejection.  There’s nothing on your face. You hate him now too. “O-oh…” he barely whispers out, “I guess I made a mistake huh?  I guess you’re gonna leave me now too…”

You stare at the boy before you for a moment before you barrel into him, your lips managing to find his as you rather sloppily return his kiss.  You can’t lose him, not because he thinks you don’t love him. You pull out of the quick kiss and pant, your glasses slightly askew. “I could never hate you Shinsou Hitoshi, not when I love you.”

Shinsou stares at you for a moment, stunned at your surprisingly blunt statement and bold action.  You- you love him? Suddenly he laughs, startling a couple of the cats before he wraps his arms around you in an awkward hug.  “Oh my gosh! Holy shit! I-I can’t believe it! You love me!  I’ve been wanting to tell you how I feel for so long!  I-I just- this is amazing!”

You know your face is burning as you attempt to hug the purple-haired boy back, but that isn’t what matters.  What matters is that you’re here in the arms of the person you love and the person who loves you. You can’t help but giggle as you turn to Shinsou and place a kiss to his nose.  “I’m so glad you kissed me Hitoshi. I would’ve never have had the courage to admit my feelings for you.”

The soft “Me too” and the new weight on your shoulder you receive from Shinsou is all you need to know that this is a thing now.  You, the quiet, bookworm, four-eyed girl are now together with a budding hero. What more could you ask for? And all you had to thank was this cute little cat cafe and its cats.  Thanks kitties.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

A Total Boss

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Final Fantasy XV/Prompto Argentum

Rating: PG-11/T- (for minor peril + spider)

Original Idea: @welovegroot asked: Could I request a bodyguard fic? With Prompto?---coupled with This set of headcanons

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Heck yes you can! First Prompto one-shot! Isn’t he an adorable sunshine boy? XD Enjoy this Bodyguard!AU

^^^^^

The moment Prompto saw you, his brain stopped working. He wasn’t aware that he was going to be assigned to protect someone so pretty! He had a hard-enough time talking to girls as it was but talking to you? Being around you all day and keeping you safe? He was going to make a complete idiot of himself. Biting his lower lip, he awkwardly approached you.

“Uh… hi. Pleasure to meet you. I'm—” He gulped and stuck his hand out. “—I'm Prompto Argentum.”

You beamed at him and shook his hand, giving him your name in return. He barely heard it over the blood roaring in his ears. “The pleasure is mine, Prompto Argentum,” you said. “I'm grateful for your service.”

OMGOMGOMG, he thought frantically. You were smiling and your smile was breathtaking.

He let go of your hand quickly when he realized his hand was sweating. He was wearing fingerless leather gloves as usual but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Uh—yeah! Uh, no sweat,” he replied.

Nailed it. Smooth as a cactus. If he’d been alone, he would have smacked himself in the forehead.

Trying to hide the pink rising on his cheeks, he turned to your father. “I, uh, believe there’s still some business to take care of?” he asked.

Your father nodded. “There is. Right this way,” he said. The two step into your father’s study to complete the boring paperwork.

^^^^^

The moment the door shuts, your friend snorts and dissolves into a fit of giggles. She’s been sitting on the couch twiddling with her hair since before your new bodyguard came over. You’re used to her antics by now, but you turn a look at her. “What’s so funny?” you ask.

“He’s so adorable!” she replies. “Who would guess that he’d be a qualified bodyguard?”

You shrug. “My father, apparently,” you say.

“The five-foot-eight blond dork whose bulletproof vest looks like it was made for a man bigger than he is.” She snickers again. “Hey, at least he’s cute.”

“Oh come on, Estelle,” you protest. “That hardly matters—”

“Sure but at least the guy you’re now stuck with all day every day is nice to look at.” She kicks her feet up on the coffee table and twirls a bit of her hair around her fingers casually, her dark eyes glittering with humor. “I, for one, cannot wait to see how this turns out. Two-hundred gil says you two will be dating before he leaves service as your bodyguard.”

“I’ll take that bet,” you say impulsively. “And when it’s over, I’ll be two-hundred gil richer!”

Estelle just grins. “We’ll see.”

^^^^^

Prompto may have seemed flustered and embarrassed when the two of you met, but as time goes on he loosens up. Within the first week of him guarding you, you get a measure of his true personality.

He’s bright and cheerful. A bit talkative, but at least he fills the awkward silences. He gets friendlier the more time he spends with you.

He starts feeling less like a bodyguard and more like a somewhat-overly-attentive friend.

“Look! Puppies!” he exclaims as the two of you walk down the street. He scuttles away excitedly and kneels in front of the couple out walking two very small yellow dogs covered in soft hair. You laugh and jog to catch up. The smaller of the two has a cowlick on the top of its head that reminds you of Prompto’s hair.

“Aw!” the woman says. “You have a very sweet boyfriend, miss.” She smiles at you.

Prompto starts coughing. “Oh, no, no, ma’am, you’re mistaken,” he says politely, pushing himself to his feet. “We’re not… together.”

“He’s a friend,” you put in, smiling back at the woman. “We’re just friends.” It’s too complicated and personal to explain why you have a bodyguard to every stranger on the street—though how they don’t notice his bulletproof vest is beyond you since he doesn’t even wear it under his clothes—so you decide “friends” is the best way to put it.

“Oh. Sorry,” the woman says. “You two have a nice day now!” She and her companion stroll off.

Prompto’s ears and nose turn red. “OMG. I should not have done that. I am so sorry, miss. I’m not supposed to leave your side and—”

“Prompto!” you protest, grabbing his wrist to catch his attention. “It’s okay. No harm done.”

^^^^^

“Boyfriend, huh?” Estelle teases after you tell her what happened in town. Prompto turns a light shade of pink on the armchair in the living room. Estelle gives you a playful raised eyebrow. “I can see why people might think that initially.”

“Estelle,” you begin. “There’s really no reason to—”

“Spider!” Prompto shrieks, waving his hand and arm madly. “Spiderspiderspiderspiderspider!”

Your friend covers her mouth with both hands to hide her laughter as the spider lands on the carpet and gets crushed under Prompto’s boot. When you look up at his face, his eyes are red and tearing up and his lip is quivering. You give him a sympathetic look, get off the sofa, and throw professionalism out the window because goshdangit he looks like he needs a hug. Ignoring Estelle’s barely-muffled snickers, you wrap your arms around him.

Prompto squeaks in surprise. “Uh… miss? What are you doing?”

“This is a hug, Prompto. I'm hugging you.”

“I know what a hug is. Why are you hugging me?”

“Because you look like that spider scared you to death.”

“Well,” Prompto says, slowly prying himself from your hug, “no one likes finding out a spider crawled on their arm.”

“True that,” Estelle remarks with a snap of her fingers pointing at Prompto. She glances at her watch and gets to her feet. “Well, I gotta be off. Boyfriend and I are going out to dinner and if I don’t go put on a nicer shirt my mother will never let me hear the end of it!” She winks at you and ducks out your front door. “Oh, and bye Prompto!” she calls over her shoulder.

“Uh, bye!” Prompto replies.

You roll your eyes at your friend—and immediately rub at your eye as discomfort shoots through it. “Shoot,” you mutter.

“What’s wrong?” Prompto demands, looking around in sudden vigilance you’re not particularly used to.

“Eyelash in my eye,” you say.

“Here. Let me get it out,” he says.

Am I going to trust him with this? Your mind races as you lower your hand and open your eyes wide, looking up so he can get the eyelash out. His face is ridiculously close to yours. You can see every detail in his light blue eyes—and practically count the star-field of freckles across his nose and cheekbones.

You do trust him to remove the eyelash. He does it gently but quickly. Sure it feels wrong to have someone touching your eyeball, but one quick poke and the discomfort goes away. You rub your eye again. “Thanks,” you say.

“Anything for you, miss,” he says professionally—with just a hint of his trademark playful friendliness in his voice.

You laugh and sit back down on the sofa, flipping open the book you’d been looking at before Estelle stopped by. “Hey Prompto?” you ask.

“Yes?” he replies with a bright smile.

“Do me a favor and grab me a pen, would you?”

“You got it, gurl!” He gives you finger guns and does a front-flip over the loveseat toward the kitchen. You can’t help but giggle. He’s a funny guy. Really you couldn’t have asked for a better bodyguard right now. Sure, you were in danger, but with Prompto around life felt almost normal. Like having a friend.

A really overprotective friend who carried a gun.

^^^^^

“LOOK OUT!” Prompto shouted, grabbing your hand and yanking you out of the way of a car that blew through the red light right where you were about to cross. The force of his pull sends you right into his chest. His other arm closes around your back, holding you close.

After a moment of both of you panting with adrenaline and fear, he lets you go. “Oh man. So sorry. I shouldn’t have—oh wow.” He steps back and pushes his hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have touched your bare skin like that. So unprofessional—I'm so sorry—”

“Prompto! It’s okay. You’re just doing your job. And without you I would have been run over, okay?” you press.

He nods. “Okay. But… still. I'm sorry.”

“Don’t be. I'm safe.” You smile at him. “Now come on. Let’s cross.”

He twitches a bit as you cross the road, making sure you’re not going to be run over again. It’s a nice evening, turning into a warm summer night. The heat of the sun has baked the pavement and the stone that the buildings are made from, and as the sun’s power fades toward darkness, the pavement and stone radiate the heat they’ve captured. It’s fantastic weather.

Perfect for seeing a film.

One good thing about having a bodyguard twenty-four-seven is that going to the movies is easier. You don’t have to try and coordinate schedules with a friend so you don’t go alone. Prompto has a difficult time sitting still in a movie, but sometimes he does manage to relax.

“Come on,” you say, nodding toward a gap between two buildings. “This is a shortcut. Estelle and I always cut through here.”

Prompto looks wary but follows you in. You notice his hand rest on his gun. The buildings cut off the sunlight, plunging you both into near-nighttime. Prompto steps closer to you. You can almost feel him vibrating from anticipation.

“Prompto, it’s okay,” you say. “Nothing ever happ—AAAHHH!”

The scream is torn from your throat before you can stop it. It was just a reaction as Prompto grabbed your hand and yanked backward. He shoves you behind him protectively, one hand gently brushing your upper arm to make sure you’re still there and within reach should something happen.

A man almost twice Prompto’s size emerges from the shadows—how you hadn’t noticed him is beyond you. You see yellow, dirty teeth leering at the both of you and the glint in a pair of eyes too far away to really see.

And the barrel of a gun—gleaming in the half-light.

You yelp, fear catching you up.

Prompto reacts fast—and you’re reminded that he’s there to keep you safe. He’s not just a friendly dork who hangs around all the time.

He kicks the gun out of the man’s hand, using the momentum to flip backward. Sticking the landing, his hand shoots into the air and catches the gun, which he then cocks and points at the man. “Don’t try that again,” he snaps at the huge dark figure.

The man looks as surprised as you are. He puts his hands up and backs off.

Prompto reaches back and finds your wrist. “C’mon. We’re going,” he says. You don’t protest as he keeps you behind him, circles the man, and then runs through the rest of the alley. He puts the safety on the unfamiliar gun into place and shoves it into a spare holster you’d noticed but never thought much of. The two of you are standing near the side-door of the movie theater.

“That… was awesome,” you say. “Terrifying, but awesome. How did you do that?”

“Years of training,” he replies, panting. This time he takes your hand gentler and pulls you toward the front door of the theater.

You’re almost there when he starts to cry.

“Prompto… what’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

“I… I failed you, miss,” he says, voice shaking. “I couldn’t stop the threat before it happened. I'm such an idiot. Completely disposable.”

“Prompto,” you say, reaching up to brush some of his messy hair out of his face. “You are not disposable. I couldn’t ask for a better bodyguard. And look at me—I'm safe! You did not fail, okay? You’re a great bodyguard! A total boss!”

He sniffs and wipes his face on his bare arms—you’re fairly certain he hasn’t worn anything with sleeves since the day he began—giving you a melancholy smile. “You think so?”

Impulsively, you tilt up onto your toes and peck his cheek. “Absolutely. Thank you, Prompto.”

“M-my pleasure, miss,” he says. Still holding your hand, he pulls you around the corner to the front of the theater and opens the door for you, as he always does. “Your evening of entertainment awaits.” There’s his playfulness. You grin, making him smile.

“I’ve had plenty of entertainment already,” you say.

“Too much,” he says. “Hopefully you won’t have to have any more of that kind.”

“Well, with you here, at least I know I’ll be safe,” you say.

I think I might owe Estelle two-hundred gil when all this is over, you think as you give your tickets to the usher and head into the right theater to catch the film.

Surprisingly, you’re pretty sure you’re okay losing that bet.

[soybeantree]

be careful what you wish for - pt. 2

excerpt: “’Are you feeling alright, hyung?“ JB asked, eying her. Hyung? Why was he calling her, hyung? “Like I said we’re leaving in 10 minutes. You need to be ready.” He eyed her again before walking back out, closing the door behind him. What the hell was going on? She ran a hand threw her hair and nearly screamed. Her hair was gone! She jumped out of the bed and nearly tumbled over. Her body felt awkward, and she had to focus on moving her legs as she made her way to the bathroom. She flicked on the light, and this time she did scream. “What the-” She clamped a hand over her mouth. That wasn’t her voice. That wasn’t her face staring back at her. Hyung made sense now. JB only had one Hyung in Got7. Mark.”

pt. 2: turns out mark isn’t too happy about the current circumstances either. perhaps it’s because his body has got a lot to do that day and someone is bound to find out. 

pairing: erm…ofc/mark, ofc/jinyoung, markjin…kind of  genre/rating: LITERALCRACK! fluff. parts: o1 | o3 | o4 | o5 | epilogue word count: 2k+ a/n: part 2 for this crazy idea we had. these wonderful markjin gifs are not ours.

Sunlight woke Mark, and panic immediately set in. If the sun was up, he was late. Why hadn’t anyone come to wake him up? He threw off his covers and stumbled off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Jay, what are you doing?” A drowsy voice asked in English. Panic of a different sort set in. He glanced around his room, only to realize it wasn’t his room. It was a hotel room. He was currently in a hotel room with a random person. What had happened last night? And why hadn’t anyone come looking for him?

“Who are you? Where am I?” His voice came out in a high squeak. His cheeks flamed. Clearing his throat, he tried again, but the result was the same. “What’s wrong with my voice?” He squeaked.

“Jay, if you don’t stop making noise, I will smother you with this pillow.” The voice from the bed sounded again.

Mark pushed himself up and nearly toppled again. His body felt off. Glancing down, he screamed. The person on the bed popped up and screamed too. The person was a girl, near his age with long brown hair and a round face which was scrunched up.

“What is wrong with you!” She screamed at him in English.

“Why do I have boobs?” He screamed back at her in Korean. The girl paused a moment, her brows furrowing.

“Because you’re a girl.” She responded in Korean. Mark stared at her, and the girl stared back. “Did you drink last night?” She continued in English. Mark just stared at her. His mind racing to understand what was happening. Horror seeped in, and he raced for the bathroom.

The sight in the mirror had him clutching the sink. Footsteps sounded behind him, the mirror revealed the girl from the bed. She stared at him her brows raised and arms folded. “Jay?”

Mark focused back on his image or what was supposed to be his image. Unless the mirror lied, he was a girl just like the girl behind him had said. His hair was shorter than hers and his face more pointed, but he was still a girl. How was he a girl? He wracked his brain trying to remember what had happened the night before, but nothing out of the ordinary came to mind. He and the other boys had come back late from the studio after practice, and he’d scrolled through his phone for a few minutes before passing out. Nothing explained why he was here and a girl.

He turned to face the girl. “My name’s Jay, right?” He forced himself to ask in English.

“As long as I’ve known you.” The girl replied.

“And I have a family, a history. I exist.”

“I don’t know if you’re having some sort of existential crisis or you’re trying to be funny, but I guess I’ll go along with it for now. Yes, you exist. You have a family.” The girl maintained her skeptical pose.

“Where’s my phone?”

The girl sighed in exasperation. “Wherever you put it last night. Did you go out and drink after I went to sleep?” Mark slipped past the girl, ignoring her question and walked back towards the bed. His new legs were shorter than his, all of his new body proportions were different, and it made walking awkward, but he managed to make it to the nightstand where he found the girl’s phone. She had a passcode.

“What’s my passcode?” He cringed at his voice. The voice wasn’t unpleasant, but it felt wrong.

The friend still stood by the bathroom door, eying him. “4687.” She replied. He turned back to the phone and punched in the code. Swiping through apps, he found the one he needed and quickly dialed in his number. He paced the room, waiting, waiting.

“I’m sorry the person-” He cursed and hung up. He could still call one of the boys. His fingers hovered over the keypad. He didn’t know their numbers. He didn’t know his manager’s number. He didn’t know anyone’s number.

He screamed and collapsed onto the bed. This nightmare only got worse.

“I need you to explain what’s going on.” The girl stood over him, and her expression brooked no argument.

“I’m not your friend.” He blurted. Rather than laugh or call him crazy, the girl simply nodded. “You believe me?”

“Unfortunately yes. I don’t know if it’s all the books I’ve read or TV shows I’ve watched or because I’ve known Jay for too long or what. But you’re not my friend. What you are? That I don’t know.”

Mark nodded. He was caught between being grateful she believed him and thinking she was crazy that she did. “I think your friend, and I swapped bodies.”

“Okay, then who are you?” Her voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent he couldn’t quite pick out.

“I’m Mark Tuan. I'm in a group-” but the girl held up her hand for him to stop.

“I might be able to believe that you’re not my best friend and that you have somehow switched bodies with my best friend, but if you think for one second that I will believe that you are Got7’s Mark Tuan, then you really are crazy. It’s time to get you to a hospital.” The girl marched over to her suitcase and started pulling out clothes. 

“Wait. Are you an Ahgase?”

Sighing, the girl turned back to him. “Yes, sure. I am. Now you understand why I’m not going to believe your crazy story. If you had said any other person, I would have gone along with it. But Mark? I’m back to thinking your my best friend, and you’re playing a prank on me.” She grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of her bag and headed for the bathroom. When she came out, Mark was waiting. She opened the door and screamed clutching her heart. “Why would you do that?”

“What can I do to convince you that I’m Mark?”

“I don’t know. Not be in my best friend’s body.”

He growled. “You think I want to be? Even if you don’t believe I’m Mark will you at least believe that I’m not your best friend and help me track her down?”

“But wouldn’t that mean we’re tracking down Mark Tuan?” He nodded. “You’re sounding more and more like Jay.”

“You’re friend would really try to track me down?”

“No. But she would come up with some crazy story as to why we should track you down - Mark down. Stop trying to confuse me!” She pushed passed him and walked into the room. She dropped onto the bed and rubbed her temples.

Mark took a deep breath. This situation wasn’t easy on either of them, and he was lucky she hadn’t committed him yet. Crossing the distance to the bed, he eased himself down next to her. “What’s your name?”

She groaned but answered. “Dee.”

“Dee, I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you please trust me? I’m in your best friend’s body and you trust her, right?” She groaned again but nodded.

“What do we need to do?”

“We need to find your friend, and as you pointed out, she’s probably in my body. I’ve tried calling my phone, but she must not have it on her. I know my schedule though. If we go to where I’m supposed to be, we can meet up with her.” 

“How do you know she’ll-you’ll-Mark.” Dee growled again. “If she’s in Mark’s body, then how do you know she’ll be there? She’s probably freaking out and trying to find me.”

“Because I have a schedule. My manager would never let me miss anything on my schedule. She’s where I’m supposed to be. Now, we should get going.” He stood up and steadied himself on his new legs. “I should probably change.” Dee gathered clothes for him and ushered him into the bathroom, trying not to think that Mark Tuan might be undressing her best friend. The thought brought the realization that if all of this was true, Jay had probably undressed Mark. She was going to have a long conversation with her friend when all of this was resolved.

~ ~ ~

“Are you feeling alright today, Mark?” Jinyoung asked. Jay smiled and nodded because it was either that or scream and pull out Mark’s hair, and she’d already smacked the boy, she couldn’t make him bald too. “You don’t seem like yourself.” Jinyoung continued. Jay shrugged her shoulders, grateful that Mark was a man of few words. 

She and Jinyoung were currently getting their make-up done in preparation for a photo shoot. While she enjoyed having someone do her make-up, she nearly had a heart attack every time she looked in the mirror, so she avoided it, preferring to stare at Jinyoung’s reflection. She could not get over how flawless the boy was. Jackson had come over not too long ago and said something that made Jinyoung laugh. His eyes had crinkled, and she had nearly killed Mark. 

The make-up artist finished up on Jinyoung, and the idol stood, giving her a beautiful view of the peach. It was so plump and right there. She reached forward and gave it a gentle pat. Jinyoung swatted her hand away but didn’t turn around or say anything. He just walked away. Jay stared at the hand which had touched the butt. It had been so soft, but firm and muscular. She wanted to touch it again. She wanted to squeeze it. 

Blood started pooling between her legs and thickening. Jay hunched over, hands covering Mark’s crotch. The make-up artist took a step back. “Are you okay?”

“I-I have to got to the bathroom.” Jay rushed out of the chair hands still covering Mark’s crotch. 

She slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it. The member was still thick, and it felt like a weight in her boxers. “What are you doing?” She hunched over to address the offending body part. “Are you responding because you’re Mark’s body or because of me? Either way this is uncomfortable and could you please not?

“How do guys deal with this? It’s so awkward. How long does it last? I can’t do a photo shoot with a boner.” She wanted to smack it and force it to go flat, but there was no way she was touching Mark’s dick. Horror filled her. What happened when she had to pee? She didn’t know how to aim. Could she just sit on the toilet? Did it wiggle around like a hose?

“Hyung?” JB called through the door. 

“Yes?”

“Are you finished? The shoot is starting.” Jay glanced back at Mark’s crotch. It didn’t feel as hard as before. She just needed to calm down and not touch Jinyoung’s butt again. Or think about it. The thought of his sweet peach had brought more blood. 

“Yes.” She called back as she forced her mind to think about barf and staph infections and any other gross thing. Opening the door, she found JB still standing there.

“Are you feeling alright today?” She was going to get that question a lot. She smiled and nodded again. Before following him to where the rest of the boys were. 

The first set of shots were with the hyung line. She tried to put as much distance between her and Jinyoung, but the photographer thought a great shot would be Jinyoung sprawled across Mark’s chest. She focused on her list of disgusting things, but apparently, if she did that, her face made a gross expression. The photographer told her to think sexy thoughts. Not a hard task, the idol pressing up against was fuel for her imagination, but he was also fuel for other things. 

“Stop. Stop.” The photographer called. “Let’s take a five minute break.” Jinyoung blessedly got off her chest and walked off with JB. Jay watched him walk away and breathed a sigh of relief. 

“What’s going on?” She jumped, having forgotten Jackson was still with her. 

“Nothing.” She smiled.

“Hyung. Look at me.” Jackson guided Mark’s face, so that all she could do was stare in his eyes. “You’re a sexy beast.”

“Ahh! No!” Jay screamed, ripping her head out of Jackson’s hands and covering her ears. “Please stop talking. Just stop talking.” Glancing back at the boy, she regretted her actions. His face was awash with concern. “I’m sorry, Jackson. I don’t feel good today.” The idol nodded and grabbed her hand, pulling her up with him. He guided her through the studio and up a set of stairs to the roof. The fresh air felt good. She hadn’t realized how hot the studio was. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. She continued to breath, allowing the stress to leave her body with each exhale. Everything was crazy, but freaking out wouldn’t help the situation. She needed to focus and formulate a plan. First, she had to complete the photo shoot, second she had to find Dee and third she and Dee had to figure out how to get her back in her body. Opening her eyes, she turned to Jackson and smiled, “Thank you.” 

“You really should talk to us when you get stressed instead of keeping it all in. It’s not healthy, Mark.” She nodded, wondering how much Mark did keep in. He had always seemed a little more closed off than the others. 

“We should go back.” Jay offered.

“Are you going to be okay?” She thought about it for a moment. Being in a body that wasn’t her own was difficult and being in close proximity with Jinyoung got5 was also difficult, but she could handle it. She had to handle it. The real Mark Tuan needed her to handle it. She gave Jackson her first real smile of the day and nodded.

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