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jalapeno-princess · 4 years ago

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What if I Never Get Over You?

(He’s so pretty ugh God really does have his favorites)

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst (A lot of curse words) (Angry Mark) (God bless)

Word Count: 8.9K

Summary: Mark was just seconds away from falling asleep after a long, exhausting day of work until Jackson comes over to his place, angry with the fact that Mark has been avoiding all of their many attempts to get him to move on. However, Mark has come to the realization even in the beginning of your break up that there is simply no getting over you.

A/N: Hey guys! So, this imagine is based off of the song “What if I never get over you” by Lady A and honestly it is one of my favorite songs ever and I’ve been listening to it on repeat for the last couple of weeks so I highly recommend that you listen to it while reading the lyrics hit me so hard for someone who has never been in a relationship once in the 22 years of my existence and I just found myself unable to stop typing this specific story. I’m currently in the middle of finals so I will be able to focus more on writing (If I’m being honest, I focus more on writing than I do on my education who am I even kidding LOL). This one is a little more on the sad side but the ending (I don’t know how I feel about it) but I consider it happy I guess? Please enjoy!

It's supposed to hurt, it's a broken heart But to movin' on is the hardest part It comes in waves, the letting go But the memory fades, everybody knows Everybody knows

What if I'm tryin', but then I close my eyes And then I'm right back, lost in that last goodbye? And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do? What if I never get over you?

“Mark Yi-En Tuan—open the damn door. I have a bone to pick with you.”

The word exhaustion couldn’t even describe half of what Mark was currently feeling. He had just finished work less than half an hour ago and against his friend’s pleas to grab a drink with them at the bar they normally frequented, he made a beeline back to his apartment. All he wanted to do was change out of his scrubs and sleep for the next twelve hours.

Being a registered nurse was actually the last occupation Mark would’ve thought he’d ever get in to. As a young boy, all the way up until his senior year in high school, he never cared about anything other than playing baseball, video games, hanging out with his friends and eating junk food. He desired to “live in the moment” as much as he possibly could while he was still young and he decided he would worry about his future once he graduated from high school. Even when he did move on to college, he had no idea what his plans were.

Like a lot of his friends, he was attending university in order to please his parents and to get a degree. In what—he didn’t care. Honestly, he thought about studying many different majors—engineering, kinesiology, biology, criminal justice and at one point—culinary. But he could never see himself settling in to any of those careers. His younger brother Joey knew that he wanted to be a pharmacist and unlike Mark; his soul purpose was to be successful in his education.

At the time, Mark considered the younger boy to be a loser. He wasn’t living his high school life to his fullest potential—or at least that’s what Mark thought. On the day of his graduation, his principal began announcing each and every one of his classmates; what college they were attending, whether or not they received any honors and what they planned on majoring in. When it was his turn and the principal called his name, he was excited to finally be over with that chapter in his life.

He expected to take the diploma and walk back to the bleachers like everyone else was. However, he felt exceptionally stupid when it was made aware that he had no idea what he was going to do after high school. Even his good friend BamBam—the class clown and the student with the lowest gpa in his graduating class had plans to go to college and major in hospitality. It made him feel pathetic and although the audience clapped right after he shook hands with his principal, he couldn’t help but feel as though some people were probably laughing at him.

Hell, if he were to be sitting in the crowd and someone were to be in the same situation he was in, he would’ve laughed too. How could someone who was eighteen years old have no clue what he wanted to do for the rest of his life? That made him realize that Joey wasn’t the loser—Joey was extremely intelligent and planned for his future before he even realized what a future was. He was also the reason why Mark ended up going in to the medical field seeing as how his goal was to become a pharmacist and open up his own pharmacy one day.

The younger boy; along with his parents and his friend Jinyoung coerced him in to attending med school because they witnessed how much of a people person Mark was and they felt like he would be very successful in whatever career he were to obtain. It wasn’t an easy road to success—in fact, he found himself wanting to give up more times than he could count on his fingers.

College was already frustrating as it is, but majoring in nursing was one of the more difficult fields and a lot of the students who started off in nursing did not end up graduating with a nursing degree. Mark had no idea how he ended up getting his bachelor’s—let alone his master’s degree; especially because he felt there were so many students who were smarter than him and had more knowledge than him when it came to nursing who ended up getting kicked out of the program.

Whenever he felt like giving up; when the multiple all-nighters he would pull in order to study for exams that he never seemed to be able to pass no matter how hard he tried, or the numerous amount of nights he found himself crying because he was afraid he wouldn’t make it and become the successful nurse everyone was expecting him to be—he remembered why he was going through all of that pain and suffering in the first place and it only gave him the motivation to continue until he finally achieved his goal.

It took him almost six years, but it was worth it. He loved his job; although it could get very hectic almost every single day, he would get yelled at by patients for things out of his control, he got thrown up on, urinated on and even had families of patients threaten to get him fired, he also witnessed many miracles throughout the walls of the hospital and he got to meet a lot of people who would change his life. One person in particular that was the sole reason why his younger friend was currently pounding on his door—wanting to reprimand him for something he did a few days prior.

Mark sat on his couch and weighed out his options; he could just let Jackson continue knocking on his door until he either got tired or came to the realization that there was a chance Mark was fast asleep by now. As good as that idea sounded, he was afraid that he would get noise complaints from his neighbors and the last thing he needed was to get evicted from his apartment over a ruckus he wasn’t even causing.

Mark took in a deep breath and prepared himself for any confrontation Jackson might let out. He was expecting his rowdy and extroverted friend to bother him sooner, but then again —it’s not like Mark ever really hung out with his group of friends all that much in the last few months. If only he could say it was strictly because his job was working him to the core and making him exceedingly tired; if only it were that simple.

He took a look in the peephole; curious as to whether or not Jackson was alone and if there was a chance he was drunk. The older boy released a sigh of relief when he saw Jinyoung and Yugyeom with him—he knew they would probably act as the mediators of Jackson went too far and said something to infuriate Mark.

It’s happened many times in the past; Jackson Wang—bless his soul; but he had to be one of the most attention seeking and loud mouthed people that Mark knew. He also had no filter and said things like they were; he wasn’t afraid of hurting people’s feelings. Especially if those people just so happened to be his six good friends. As soon as he opened the door and saw the aggravated look on Jackson’s face, he had to stop himself from slamming the door and heading back to his room.

“It’s almost midnight. I’m so fucking tired Jackson, this couldn’t have waited till the morning? Or at least an hour where I’m not drained of all my energy and won’t be able to fight back if the situation called for it?”

Jackson ignored his comment and walked right past him—plopping himself on to Mark’s couch. The two other boys gave Mark apologetic expressions; it was obvious that they felt bad for bothering him at such a late hour—especially seeing that Mark was ready to knock out at any second.

Neither of them wanted to be there, but when Jackson gets drunk—which he was currently plastered at the moment; heightening his confidence that Mark was quickly growing irritated with, he has a tendency of admitting things he would never say when sober and because their conversation at dinner consisted of Mark and his personal life, the five other guys knew leaving Jackson alone with Mark was not the best idea.

One of them would end up with a black eye and a busted lip and there was a ninety-five percent chance that it would be Jackson. Mark was never a physical person; he never believed in violence and he tried his best to solve problems verbally before having to get physical. He’s been best friends with Jackson for almost sixteen years now—this meant that he was extremely comfortable with putting the younger boy in his place if he had to.

There were only a couple times that Jackson and Mark either disagreed or actually fought over something and it was usually Jackson who’d instigate a lot of their quarrels. One time, Jackson said something that really got under Mark’s skin and he ended up with a busted lip. It wasn’t like the two of them stayed mad at each other for too long though; all it took was a few apologies, a couple of beers and some takeout that would get the both of them back on speaking terms.

Jinyoung and Yugyeom weren’t too sure about what would happen between their two oldest friends tonight. Jackson was furious with Mark—he went in to great detail about how he was going to give him “a piece of his mind.” They didn’t completely agree with the points that Jackson made; especially because Mark was old enough to make his own decisions and nobody, not even his really good friend could tell him how to live his life.

“Why did you tell Sophia that you weren’t interested in a long-term relationship? She called me crying this morning saying that you no longer were interested in her—“

Mark rolled his eyes at Jackson’s complaints. He knew he would get an earful sooner or later about how he’s been avoiding Jackson’s and even the rest of their friend group’s many attempts at trying to set Mark up with someone they knew—whether it was a coworker or a mutual friend. A couple of weeks ago, Jackson introduced Mark to a friend of his girlfriend.

He wasn’t going to lie, Sophia was very pretty; she was also very smart—had a bachelor’s degree in family law and she was still in school trying to get her master’s. However, Mark wasn’t interested in her—or any of the girls that the rest of his friends tried to get him to go out with. He understood that his friends were only trying to help him “get back in to the game” or whatever BamBam said—but the eldest boy did not want anything to do romantically with anyone his friends were trying to set him up with.

“Because I’m not. I was never interested in her to begin with. I was just going on these dates with her to get you off my back. She’s a nice girl; all the girls you guys tried to introduce me to are nice girls—but I don’t want a relationship right now Jackson nor do I even have the time to focus on another person, I barely have time to take care of myself. I know you guys are worried about me, but I’m fine. I’m twenty-seven years old; sure I’m not as young as I used to be, but settling down in to a relationship is the least of my worries. If you’re just bothered by the fact that I’m the only single guy in the group and you pity watching me sit by myself while you’re all accompanied by your girlfriends, I just won’t go out with you guys anymore.”

When Jackson let out a scoff, the two younger boys looked at each other cautiously. Shit was going to hit the fan soon and they were afraid if they didn’t leave within the next five minutes, punches were going to be thrown. They also grew worried that if both Mark and Jackson were to argue, especially over the topic of Mark’s love life, that it might actually ruin their friendship with no promise of reconciliation.

“Stop giving me that shit Mark. It’s not because you’re busy—you’re still hung up over y/n! That’s why you’ve been pushing away everyone from your life and I’m sick of it! It’s been almost seven months Mark, you need to move on. She obviously isn’t coming back. If she genuinely still loved you, she would have never left in the first place. Stop trying to look for y/n in other girls and stop letting another chance at being in love again slip through your fingers because you have this stupid hope that one day, she’ll realize that she made a mistake in breaking up with you—“

“Jackson, shut up—“

“For all you know, she’s already moved on—“

“Jackson, if you know what’s best for you, you would shut up—“

“Maybe the reason why she left is because she found someone else—someone who would give her the love and attention you failed to give her towards the end of your relationship and that idea alone is what’s messing with your head. Thinking about her loving someone else, finding solace in someone else, fucking another man—“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP JACKSON. YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT. YES, I STILL LOVE Y/N. I’M ALWAYS GOING TO LOVE Y/N—IT’S ALWAYS GOING TO BE Y/N. I HAD THE FUCKING RING AND EVERYTHING SO DON’T YOU THINK FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND THAT I’M EVER GOING TO MOVE ON TO SOMEONE ELSE. I TOLD YOU ALL AFTER THE SECOND FAILED DATE YOUNGJAE TRIED TO SET ME UP ON THAT I HAD NO INTEREST IN CONTINUING THESE BLIND DATES. I DON’T NEED ANYONE’S HELP IN FINDING ME A RELATIONSHIP BECAUSE I DON’T FUCKING WANT TO BE IN ONE AT ALL IF IT’S NOT WITH HER. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING HEAD.”

Once those last few words fell out of Mark’s mouth, the entire room fell quiet. Yugyeom and Jinyoung were stunned—Mark was a very soft-spoken and timid individual. Most people who were newly introduced to him could get a couple of words out of him if they were lucky. A lot of his patients at the hospital could go on and on in conversation and he would simply just him or nod his head as a way to communicate with them.

However, whenever it came to his friends and family, the eldest boy could talk up a storm. Mark was a very kind-hearted person; he was known for having a lot of patience and understanding—but he also had a huge temper. It took a lot for something or someone to piss him off; especially because he didn’t want anyone to look at him in a negative light. Normally, he could keep his ill-feelings at bay, but there were a few occasions where he allowed himself to yell or grunt in frustration.

Your relationship was a very touchy subject. Sure, it’s been over half a year since that night where you told Mark you no longer could handle being suffocated in your toxic relationship and usually most men were known to bounce back after a week. But Mark wasn’t like most men and you weren’t just any ordinary woman. You were the love of his life—his soulmate, his best friend, his person, the one he wanted to settle down, start a family and spend the rest of his life with.

He was devastated when you told him you were leaving and he even tried his best in to getting you to change your mind. He made so many promises of bettering himself in order to be a boyfriend you were proud of. He repeatedly told you that he would be nothing without you and that he would do anything in his power to get you to change your mind, but it wasn’t enough. Mark was well aware that his job play a huge role in your breakup.

Most of his time was spent at the hospital—but you were very considerate and understanding that his career was one of his main priorities other than his friends, his family and you. However, during the small amount of free time that he had, Mark had a tendency of spending that time either playing video games, going out to bars with his friends or playing with his dog Milo. As his girlfriend, you’ve witnessed how exhausted he could get from work; he was constantly on his feet for ten to twelve hours a day.

It was only natural for him to want to relax and unwind doing the things he was interested in. You wanted to be there for your boyfriend in whatever way you could, but you also had your needs and desires—not necessarily sexual, but there was a point in your relationship where you went weeks and even months without being intimate with Mark because he was always so tired and never had the energy to love on your body in the ways that he used to.

There was a time—a long amount of time in your relationship where the two of you could never keep your hands off of each other to the point where your friends would purposely have to sit between the two of you on nights you would all go out together in attempts to get the two of you to stop kissing or simply just showing any kind of affection towards one another. Unfortunately, towards the end of your relationship, you were only getting a peck on your lips if you were lucky.

Your relationship no longer had the spark that would send flames to your entire body just being around him—you no longer felt butterflies in your tummy whenever you looked at him. Sometimes when you’d gaze at him, you felt as though you were looking at a stranger, not the man you spent four years of your life with. You never understood where it went wrong; it just felt like the love and adoration Mark had for you just stopped out of no where.

He no longer called or texted you on his breaks to check up on you and see what you were doing, he stopped complimenting you on your outfits or if you did something new to your hair and the two of you could no longer hold a conversation for longer than five minutes without it feeling forced. You wanted to believe that he was just acting like this because work took up his entire being—physical and mental health. But he would go out with his friends right after a shift and sometimes he’d stay out for hours on end. It made you wonder if you were the problem.

Maybe he stopped loving you or your relationship became a chore to him and was no longer a priority to him as it used to be. The constant need to be around each other, the comfort you felt from being wrapped in his arms and the happiness that came from just knowing that he was yours no longer existed. It disappeared completely along with any kind of feelings you harbored for him and you didn’t think there was anything that could bring it back.

The thought of no longer having Mark in your life; no longer waking up to his devastatingly handsome face—no longer getting to kiss his pretty, pink lips, and no longer being the lucky person who got to love him—it slowly tore your heart apart, but what could you do? You felt as though the only reason why Mark continued to stay with you was because he grew comfortable with the routine in your relationship. Having to go out and start another relationship with someone new wasn’t something you even wanted to think about.

Deep in your heart, even if the two of you were going through , Mark Tuan was the only person you saw yourself wanting to get married to. All you ever wanted and could ever need was Mark. He owned you entirely; your mind, your body, your heart and soul—it was all his and it would always be his. But you couldn’t continue going on like this. Your relationship was slowly tearing you apart; it was suffocating you to the point where you felt as though you were going crazy.

Every now and then, you’d find yourself going back to that fateful night where you told him you were leaving. It took you weeks to come to that decision; hell, even months really. Every time you built the courage to finally give up on Mark entirely, you’d look at him as the two of you were lying down in bed and time to time, you would cry. He seemed an entire world away even if the two of you were just inches apart.

He might have been in the bed with you—but it genuinely felt like the bed was so spacious and empty. However, as you would gaze at him while he slept soundly, there was a little voice in your head begging you to wait a little longer. Something told you that things were going to get better and your life would turn out miserable if you were to break up with him.

You prayed and prayed that the voice was telling the truth; you wanted your relationship to work so badly. He might not have been giving you much attention these days or treating you the way he used to, but you would rather continue to stay with him and try your best to fix your crumbling relationship than to be happy with anyone else. When he saw your luggage lined up at the door he didn’t even flinch. It’s as if he knew this was coming; and it didn’t seem to bother him one bit.

That’s what hurt you the most; his blank expression only confirmed your worries—he no longer loved you or cared enough about you to even ask why your bags were packed or where you were going. He just simply stared at you for a couple of minutes before tilting his head in the direction of your bags.

“Where are you going?” He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the fact that you were seconds away from walking out of his life completely.

“I’m leaving you.”

The words were bitter on your tongue—there were a few times in your relationship where the two of you argued and it would end up with him sleeping outside on the couch—but that’s the worst it’s ever been. This was the first time you were actually throwing in the white flag; you were mentally exhausted. You refused to continue fighting for a relationship that was barely even existing anymore. If you were to continue putting your time and effort in to Mark knowing that he no longer did the same for you, you would probably develop some form of depression. You loved yourself too much to allow him to continue breaking your heart and taking advantage of your love.

“Why?” You scoffed—he had to be joking right? Did he think that the two of you were okay? Was he fine with the fact that your relationship was no longer what it used to be? Did the lack of intimacy or time spent together not bother him at all—the way it was quickly ruining you?

“You don’t love me anymore. I don’t know when you stopped—but all I know is that you did. Our relationship turned it to this toxic partnership. I don’t know what happened or what went wrong, but I’m so fucking unhappy Mark. I look at you and I don’t see the love of my life—I don’t see the aspiring nurse I met all those years ago who showed me and taught what love is. All I see when I look at you is a shell of the person you used to be. You’re like a stranger to me Mark and I hate—I fucking hate that things turned out like this and what’s killing me the most is that it doesn’t seem to bother you. You hardly make time for me—for us. It’s like you have to force yourself to genuinely enjoy being around me these days. Go look at your missed calls and all of your text messages. It’s all me. I’m practically begging for your attention and any kind of reaction out of you and nothing—literal nothing. I don’t know what to do anymore; I don’t want to leave Mark. I don’t want to be without you. But why should I continue putting in effort to a relationship that is just moments away from ending completely—“

“What makes you think that I no longer love you—wait—don’t answer that.”

He took a deep breath in before walking towards you and doing the unexpected; he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and gently placed his forehead against yours. This was the first time in such a long time that you were this close in proximity with him—having him hold you, touch you, looking at you in such an apologetic way; you honestly didn’t know how to feel. You wanted to be happy; anytime Mark would touch you, kiss you, hold your hand or your waist, wrap his arm around your shoulder—any form of intimacy with your boyfriend always made your heart flutter. Unfortunately, you felt nothing and it broke your heart.

“I know, I haven’t been all that great these days, I’ve been a terrible boyfriend and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. I’m so fucking sorry baby—so fucking sorry. There’s no excuse—I can’t say it’s because of work or come up with any other logical reason. I guess I just got used to us doing our own things. I was content just having you around. I don’t know how I went so long with the distance—or being absent even if I’m physically there. I just—fuck, I know it sounds wrong but I just assumed because I plan on spending the rest of my life with you that a little bump in the road wasn’t going to do anything to hinder our relationship. If I knew that it was going to cause you to question the love I have for you and even get you to pack your bags with the intention of leaving me, I would have done something—“

“But you didn’t Mark. You knew something was wrong but you didn’t do anything about it. You just assumed that whatever we were going through was normal. News flash—it wasn’t. Our relationship is falling apart at the seams Mark. Did it not occur to you even once that the distance—the fact that we could no longer hold a decent conversation, that we haven’t had sex or been intimate in the last few weeks—it’s not normal? You obviously never put my feelings in to consideration. I’m dying Mark—mentally, you’re breaking my fucking heart.”

You allowed yourself to take a quick breath; you could feel your tears continuously building up at the brim of your eyelids. As much as you didn’t want Mark to see you cry because you didn’t think he deserved it—it was too hard for you to keep your crying at bay.

“The love you have for me—that’s a joke right? You no longer love me. I don’t know what you think you feel for me but it’s definitely not love or at least it’s no longer love. If you still loved me, you would continue to show me and tell me like you never failed to do before. Showering me with your love, attention and care shouldn’t stop just because you have me—I don’t care if you’re used to our relationship or if you’ve grown comfortable where you don’t feel the need to contact me or check up on me—I don’t even care if I’m not your main priority. I’m completely understanding that your job takes up your time and energy, but I need you to know how shitty I feel every time I see you staying up to play video games or going out with your friends. I never wanted to be that girlfriend; I want you to be happy—your happiness is all that I care about, but it would be nice if I could be your happiness. Tell me Mark, when did you stop caring about me? When did you stop caring about my mood, my thoughts, how I was feeling, how the state of our relationship was? I can’t even remember what your lips feel or taste like, does it not bother you at all?”

You saw him inch closer to you; you assumed he wanted to try and pull you back in to his embrace but you found yourself stepping back. When Mark saw you try to get away from him, that’s how he knew it was over. Once you were to get everything from off your chest, you were going to leave and there was nothing he could do about it.

He could continue to persuade you to stay—he could promise you that he’d change and that your relationship would return back to what it used to be, but there was no use. Hearing to confess how lonely you felt; how heartbroken he made you and how you didn’t even feel like you were in a relationship with him at all shook him to the core—he knew you were leaving, no matter how hard he’d try to get you to change your mind. You were the kind of person that when you set your heart to something, it would always prevail. A break up was no different.

“Y/n, please. I can’t—I can’t do this without you. I need you. I’m nothing without you. If I lose you, God I don’t think I’ll ever love again. You’re it for me baby, I mean that. You’re all I could ever want and need for the rest of my life. I’ll do better, I’ll be a better boyfriend—I’ll make up for all the lost time and I promise you, we’ll be okay again. Please baby, find it in your heart to forgive me. Everybody makes mistakes, we’re only human—“

As soon as he felt your dainty fingertips cup his cheek ever so gently before you placed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, it felt as though his soul left his body. You didn’t have to say anything; your actions spoke volumes for you. Your fingers were featherlight on his skin; it took every bone in his body not you pull you closer to him and hold you as tightly as physically possible. He didn’t know he was able to actually feel his heartbreak. Whenever someone would describe suffering from a broken heart, he thought they would be hurting mentally, psychologically or spiritually but right now, he could feel his heart crying—begging for you to give him one more chance.

“Y/n—please—“

You could have sworn your heart sank to your stomach once you heard his voice crack. Your bags were already packed and you made the decision to finally leave months ago, why were you suddenly regretting your decision? You mentally prepared yourself for this reaction although you’d be lying if you said you expected him to break down and beg you not to leave like he currently was right now. If anything, you expected complete silence—with the way he’s been acting in the last few weeks, you just assumed he no longer cared about your presence or being in a relationship with you. To see him on his knees crying and begging for you to change your mind—you wanted to just say fuck it and pull him in to your embrace.

He was trying—he promised he would change and do better; you wished his words could be enough for you. There were so many doubts in your mind telling you that he was all talk. That—he would try and put more time and effort in to your relationship, but it wouldn’t last long. He would get tired of having to prioritize you—tired of having to please you. You couldn’t put yourself through all that unnecessary pain again—the pain of not feeling good enough for him to want to spend and make time for you.

You couldn’t force him to love you the way he used to—you loved Mark, God, did you love Mark. Honestly, you would do anything to make him happy; you would sacrifice your own happiness to make sure he was always smiling and thriving. But during the distance, since you didn’t feel like you had a boyfriend to love, you began to fall in love with yourself. While you were losing Mark, you were finding yourself.

“I have to go Mark. One day, you’ll see why I made this decision—why I felt as if this was the only choice I had. I love you Mark. Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I don’t think you will ever be able to fathom just how much I love you and how I would go to the ends of the earth just to make sure you’re well taken care of. Your happiness and well being is all I care about. You are all I care about—I just—I need time to heal. I need time to grow and to rediscover happiness. I need to learn to live without you. Who knows, maybe being apart will lead us to want to come together again. I love you and you love me—if it’s meant to be, we will find our way back to each other again. I’m really going to miss you. Please take care of yourself.”

With one more kiss on his lips, you took your luggage and left. Mark couldn’t describe just how heartbroken, helpless and genuinely miserable he was now feeling. He wanted to run after you and yank your bags out of your hands—he knew he could try harder to get you to stay, but he didn’t want to make things worse. The first few weeks were the hardest; Mark felt as if he could die from a broken heart. He couldn’t eat—he had no appetite.

His mind kept replaying the way you left so easily—taunting him like a bad dream. He felt like he was having a nightmare that reoccurred every single day. He couldn’t stop thinking about you—how you were going about the entire breakup, where you were staying, if you were suffering even half as much as he was or if you were regretting your decision even just a little.

As the months went by, nothing changed—even if he tried his best to move on, he felt in his chest that there was no getting over you. He meant what he told you on your last night together, he was genuinely afraid that he would never be able to find closure nor would he ever be able to fall in love again. He didn’t want to be in love again if it meant with someone else. You owned Mark entirely; his mind, his body, his heart and his soul—they all belonged to you and they always would.

Jinyoung and Yugyeom knew it would be best to get their older friend out of there before Jackson said even more things he probably shouldn’t or before Mark grew physical.

“We should uh—we’ll get going here. Mark, man I’m genuinely sorry this happened tonight, we shouldn’t even have come here. I should have tried harder to stop him but you know how Jackson gets when he’s drunk. I’m really fucking sorry dude about everything. You know what Jackson said isn’t true and I’m sure he doesn’t even know what he said. He’ll probably wake up tomorrow morning completely brainless about everything—“

Mark gave Jinyoung a sad smile before pulling him in for a hug. If anyone understood what Mark was going through, it was Jinyoung. Mark wasn’t the type to tell people of his problems—no even the people closest to him. If something bad happened to him, he would suffer all by himself because he didn’t want other people to worry about him.

However, Jinyoung was the only one Mark allowed to see him in such a vulnerable and fragile state. Sure, Jinyoung also tried to set him up with one of his friends, but that’s only because he wanted Mark to get another chance at love. He hated seeing Mark so sad—so dejected and moping around, living but not really existing. Although Jinyoung really liked you for his older friend and believed that the two of you were soulmates, he also believed that if you still wanted to be in a relationship with Mark, you would.

No matter how hard relationships could be sometimes, you never give up on someone you picture spending the rest of your life with. If you genuinely love someone, you’re going to fight for them even if the battle can be too much to handle. He saw Mark through so many phases of depression and grief; he’d witness Mark finish bottles of wine in one sitting while crying at every single thing that reminded him of you. Unlike Jackson though, he wasn’t going to force Mark in a relationship if he didn’t want to be in one. He was a grown man—he could make his own decisions himself. The last thing he or anyone in his situation needed was for his friends to get involved in his personal life.

“Jinyoung, do you think you could do me a favor? I um—I think I want to be alone for a couple of days. Do you mind telling the other guys to let me be for a little while? I just—tonight was too much for me. I don’t want to get angry with any one of you. I can’t say how long I plan on being away I just—I don’t need this right now.”

There was so much Jinyoung wanted to say—he didn’t think it was a good idea for Mark to be alone and he wished Jackson just kept his mouth shut, but he also knew that nothing he could say would get Mark to change his mind. He nodded in agreement—not wanting to make the older boy even more upset before motioning for Yugyeom to pick up Jackson’s sleeping figure from the couch.

“Promise me you will call me if and when you need me. Oh, and please look after yourself. If you’re not going to allow me to come and check up on you can you at least make sure you’re eating all your meals and getting enough sleep?”

“I promise. Let me know when you get home alright? Thank you Jinyoung, I really don’t know what I would do without you.”

Mark didn’t know if he liked it better now that the three boys were gone. He might have been angry with Jackson’s obnoxious outburst, but now he was alone with the thought that you might be seeing someone else. You did mention that you would always love him; but if you missed him the way you claimed you would, wouldn’t you have come back running to him a long time ago? There might have been distance between the two of you while you were still together, but no longer being in a relationship was a extremely different scenario.

At least while the two of you were still together, he knew you were his and that he could come home to you. But now, he didn’t know anything that was going on in your life. For all Mark knew, you could have moved to another state or even another country—and now Jackson’s words were messing with his mind. Were you seeing someone? Did you already move on to somebody else and if so, did you see a future with that person? Did your mind ever wander over to Mark and how he was doing?

His skin began to crawl at the thought of you being intimate with someone else—he knew he had no right to, you were no longer his to get jealous over and he was the reason why you could now go out and start dating whoever you wanted. He wanted to scream—he was already doing so bad as it was, why did Jackson have to make him feel even more shittier than he currently was?

He found himself looking through his cupboards for any kind of alcohol, he honestly didn’t care at this point. Mark was not a heavy drinker; he never understood why his friends enjoyed wasting their money on alcohol only to get drunk, not remember a single thing and wake up with an extremely painful hangover. He wanted to take his mind off of you and the only way he could do that was if he was inebriated.

These last few months, his mind seemed to be filled with the thought of you every single day, but never did he feel like he wanted to stop thinking about you. Now that he knew there was a chance you had another man in your life, he wanted to completely rid you from his thoughts—at least for the time being. When he found a bottle of tequila way in the back of the cabinet, he released a frustrated sigh. Mark hated tequila—it had to be one of the worst kinds of alcohol there was. Not only did it taste nasty, but it felt even more horrible going down.

At this point, he didn’t care—it was all he had and he was going to take what he could get. He pulled off the cork and took a few big gulps. It made him gag a little—drinking straight from the bottle wasn’t something he was used to. Especially because tequila was meant to be either mixed or taken as shots, not to be consumed like it was water. He could feel tears building up at the brim of his eyes at how hard it was to drink it, but slowly and surely, he could feel himself getting lightheaded and moments away from completely being plastered.

When his vision grew hazy and his movements slowed down, he decided he would make his way to his room with the intention of falling asleep. It took him a while to get up from the floor and he was grateful that Milo was fast asleep in his doggy bed. He loved his little puppy more than anything and for the last few months, Milo was his own personal therapist. He made Mark smile when Mark didn’t think he was capable of that motion anymore.

However, he didn’t think he was in the right mind to take care of himself—let alone a dog. Walking in the direction of his room felt like such a hassle. What usually took him a good ten seconds felt like hours—his feet were heavy against the hardwood floor and finally, once he opened his door and flopped on top of his bed, he hummed in content. Luckily he was already changed in to his pajamas before the guys came over so he didn’t have to do anything. He didn’t realize just how much tequila he consumed; his eyelids felt heavy and he was dozing in and out of sleep.

Right as he was about to completely enter dreamland, he felt something vibrate. The buzzing noise sounded so far away, even if he knew his phone was nearby. It was probably just Jinyoung telling him he was home now—it could wait until the morning. He continued to try and fall asleep; ignoring the constant buzzing that seemingly wouldn’t stop. With a grunt, he went on the search for his device, moving his hand all around the bed until he found it. He knew whoever was trying to get in touch with him didn’t seem like they were going to stop anytime soon, so he rubbed both his eyes in attempts to break him out of his exhausted and drunken haze before checking his notifications.

Once he saw your name, he had to do a double take—there was no way you sent him a message, he had to be hallucinating. How high was the percentage of alcohol in the tequila? His mind was definitely playing tricks on him—or maybe he was actually asleep and it was his conscience coming up with what he wishes would happen? He abruptly sat up; causing him even more dizziness, but he had to make sure he was actually seeing what he thought he did. Seeing your name in his phone after seven months of not hearing you sent so many emotions and feelings to his chest and he felt overwhelmed.

Was he happy? Sad? Angry that you took so long? Excited? He couldn’t help but feel as though something was wrong. Were you okay? Did something happen to you? Did you finally come to the realization that you missed him and that you were willing to give your relationship another chance? A part of him—probably the part that was still upset with you for breaking his heart told him to ignore the messages—he wanted to lie and say he didn’t care anymore and that he was genuinely going to do whatever he could to forget about you completely. But who was he kidding? There was no getting over you. Ever. His heart begged him to click on your contact and that’s exactly what he did.

Babe: Hey. 12:54 A.M.

He mentally cursed himself for not changing your name in his phone but he couldn’t find it in himself to do so. He didn’t have the right to call you any term of endearment anymore, but once he were to change your contact to your actual name, it cemented the idea that things were actually over and he wasn’t going to give up on you just yet. Until he were to find out you were seeing someone else or that you had no intentions on getting back with him ever again, he was going to continue holding on to that tiny string of hope that one day, you’d be back in his arms again.

Babe: I’m sorry it’s so late. I mean that in more ways than one. 12:54 A.M.

Babe: I—I honestly don’t know where to begin. Let me just start by saying I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Mark. And I miss you. I miss you so much. 12:56 A.M.

Babe: I know it’s been a while and I don’t know why I felt like I could just text you out of nowhere. I understand if you’ve moved on or if you want nothing to do with me anymore. 1:02 A.M.

Babe: I’m not going to lie and say that I made a mistake breaking up with you. I knew it’s what was best for the two of us at the time. But I will admit, I’ve thought about you every single day since I left. I’m sure you’re wondering what took me so long to come to the conclusion that I’m still so in love with you—which, I am by the way. I love you and I don’t think I ever really stopped. 1:05 A.M.

Babe: If you’re in a relationship or seeing someone else, please disregard all of these messages. I hope you’re doing well and I hope you’re taking good care of yourself. Well, Goodnight. 1:06 A.M.

Maybe months go by, maybe years from now And I meet someone and it's workin' out Every now and then, he can see right through 'Cause when I look at him Yeah, all I see is you

What if I'm tryin', but then I close my eyes And then I'm right back, lost in that last goodbye? And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do? What if I never get over you? Ooh yeah What if I never get over? What if I never get closure? What if I never get back all the wasted words I told ya? What if it never gets better? What if this lasts forever and ever and ever?

As soon as you sent the last text message, you allowed a couple of tears to fall but brought your hands up to your mouth in attempts to prevent yourself from sobbing. The last thing you needed was to wake up the man who was currently sleeping in bed right next to you. You felt as if you made a complete mistake trying to get in contact with Mark—you should have just left him alone. It was you who initiated the breakup in the first place.

You’ve stayed away for seven months; what person in their right mind would respond to your messages and want to take you back with open arms? You had to be crazy to think Mark still wanted anything to do to you—he probably deleted your messages as soon as he received them and you couldn’t blame them. If the roles were reversed and he did to you what you did to him, you would have blocked his number entirely. You placed your phone back on the nightstand and turned over to look at Minho; releasing an exhausted sigh before gliding your finger along his cheek.

Trying out a new relationship and seeing someone new sounded like a good idea in hind sight. He was a friend of a friend’s—your friends tried to set you up with so many different guys similarly to Mark and his group of friends. They hated seeing you so sad and heartbroken yet they didn’t understand why you were still so hung up over Mark when you were the one who decided to call it quits. Minho was very soft spoken and gentle; in a way, he resembled Mark and that’s why you felt you were attracted to him.

He was quite the gentleman—he’d always ask you how you were doing, he’d ask you if you were okay with him kissing you and holding your hand and you were sure your friends must’ve told him about your past because he was very adamant on taking your relationship at your pace. Looking at him right now, lying in your bed made you realize just how quickly things were going between the two of you and you didn’t know how you felt about that. It took you a while to sleep over Mark’s apartment and he didn’t see yours until five months in to your relationship.

However, you were beginning to believe you were rushing things because you missed having someone around all the time; you missed having the presence of someone you loved—you missed Mark. You also assumed that you were acting this way because you wanted to force yourself to like Minho so you could completely move on from Mark, but you didn’t understand why you wanted to get the thought of him out of your mind completely.

The more time you spent with Minho, going on dates with him, calling him when you couldn’t see him; you’d find yourself picturing Mark in his place. You really missed how Mark used to treat you like you were the most important person on the planet. You missed holding him and being held by him, you missed playing video games with him and coming home from a long day of work with a table full of your favorite food. Even if you were doubting his words when he told you he was going to do better, you wondered how life would be like if you did give in to him that night.

As much as you liked Minho—or at least felt like you did, a huge part of you believed that you were only staying with him for his sake. He was such a nice guy who genuinely seemed to care about you, but nobody was ever going to be Mark. You weren’t going to ever care or love anyone the way you did with Mark and you didn’t want to continue leading him on knowing that your heart belonged to someone else. You decided that you were going to call it a night, you didn’t expect Mark to get back to you any time soon if at all for that matter.

After placing a gentle kiss on Minho’s shoulder blade, you curled up in to your pillow and slowly closed your eyes. Unfortunately, you couldn’t find it in yourself to fall asleep; your mind was too busy thinking about whether or not Mark read your messages and if he did, how he felt about hearing that you missed him and that you still loved him. Taking one last look at your phone, you felt your heart swell up as a small smile rose on your face.

Mark: I’m all yours. 1:36 A.M.

What if I never get over? What if I never get closure? What if I never get back all the wasted words I told ya? What if it never gets better? What if this lasts forever and ever and ever?

I'm tryin', but then I close my eyes And then I'm right back, lost in that last goodbye And what if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do? What if I never get over you? What if I gave you (what if I gave you) everything I got? What if your love was my one and only shot? What if I end up with nothing to compare it to What if I never get over? Oh, if I never get over What if I never get over you?What if I never get over you? Oh, what if I never get over? Over you

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #mark tuan imagines #got7 #got7 mark

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littlemomountain · 5 years ago

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TianShan, Fallen Angel

This was commissioned to me by HWAN @Hwan_97 on Twitter. I have been given permission to post, please give all the love to the artist. This is my story to go along with the art.

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The chains bit too closely into Mo’s wrists, chafing at the skin enough to draw blood. The feelings of physical pain and unease that he had not experienced in a long time were resurfacing, and he now had to contend with the harsh voices of mockery at his ear, the unruly crowd of demonic beings, most grotesque and abominable in their appearance, gathered to watch the fallen seraphim be led through a broken, stony path towards the most imposing tower of the dark world.

“It is so hard to breath,” Mo Guan Shan thought, as searing heat emanated from everywhere, from everything. There was no surface that did not feel as it were burning under the slightest touch, no gust of wind that brought relief from the oppressive air, humid and tortuously dry in its wake. He desperately needed a drink of cold water; even the fewest drops of it on his tongue would have brought the greatest sense of relief.

Suddenly, Mo Guan Shan felt the unmistakeable slash of a whip across his back, hearing the snap of it and holding in the cry he knew the guard wanted to elicit from him. He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, unable to understand the insults hurled at him as the creature spoke in an unfamiliar dialect. If he had enough strength, he would have fought back. Even bound as he was and having been stripped of his rank, he was by no means weak. However, he knew it would be a losing battle with the number of demons surrounding him.

After what felt like hours, Mo Guan Shan found himself standing before an enormous gate of steel, the tower strategically situated on a mountainous terrain and structured to be a fortified stronghold of great, deadly power. The height of the tower appeared to have no end in sight, but undoubtedly culminated with the sharp pinnacles that gave the tower its menacing form.

A loud horn sounded from behind him, loud enough for Mo to feel the ground shake underneath his feet. There was a horn that sounded from inside the tower in response, and then the gates began to open slowly. Mo was pushed forward roughly and he stumbled, recollecting his balance with his next couple of steps. He was surprised to find that while there was still a sense of dread within the walls, it was also rather beautiful in a gothic way. The dark corridors were lined with statues of what he presumed to be important figures of this world, and the stone walls were lined with torches of fire that illuminated the pathway.

He was not able to get a closer look at his surroundings as Mo was led hurriedly up an old world spiraling staircase, catching glimpses of the outside with each window they passed. Mo felt they had been walking for a long time before the creatures handling him stopped before a large and elegantly crafted, carved cedar wood door. It felt so out of place in this setting, but Mo didn’t think too much about it as one of demons pounded the door with the brass door knock, engraved with the face of a devil. Footsteps could be heard from the other side, and the door was unlocked.

Expecting to see another creature, Mo was surprised to see what appeared to be a human-like figure with light-gray hair, tall and built with tattoos lining his right arm, but was immediately corrected in his view as he saw the devilish wings. The wings distinguished this one apart from the creatures that had bound him. He was higher in rank, his blood running with that of greater beings. Like him.

After giving Mo a once-over, this demon only permitted Mo to follow, leading him deeper inside the room which was clearly more grandiose than when they had come in. Dark roses embedded the walls along the floor-to-ceiling windows, hundreds of books were lined inside a shelf that covered the entire length of the left wall, and at the very end of the room, Mo could see a large desk built of black marble that was adorned with semi-precious stone. A demon was seated at this desk, and he remained transfixed at the sight of Mo. He wore a military jacket that had crimson shoulder epaulettes connecting a cape which draped along his sides. His black hair was neatly parted, with some of it curving slightly over his forehead. Horns crowned both his head and the top of his wings. His eyes locked onto the studs on Mo’s ears, and he smiled. “They look better on you then I could have ever imagined, Mo Guan Shan.”

“He Tian.” Mo said nothing else and watched as He Tian stood up from his desk. In a few strides he was in front of Mo, and began circling around him as if he were surveying a prize. That really wasn’t far off the mark, as Mo Guan Shan was nothing more than the spoils of war. He Tian froze behind him, and his voice grew hard. “Who did this?” Mo felt a touch at his back and along his wings, and winced. Fresh blood coated He Tian’s fingers. “I did not give anyone permission to touch you, much less to draw blood.” The way his voice dropped unsettled even Mo. “Qiu.”

“I’ll take care of it,” the other responded. As soon as Qiu left the room, Mo heard low voices outside followed by a sharp screeching that died out almost immediately after. Qiu re-entered the room as of nothing had happened only to briefly announce he was being summoned by He Tian’s brother. “Will you be alright without me?” he asked.

“More than alright,” He Tian responded. There was amusement in his voice, and a different emotion Mo couldn’t understand. With Qiu having left, Mo now found himself alone with He Tian. The pace of his heart quickened, and he hoped to appear as unconcerned as he would have liked to have felt.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you,” He Tian started. He came around to stand in front of Mo and began to remove the chains binding his hands. He surveyed the bruising on his wrists and his eyebrows furrowed. He Tian let the chains drop to the floor with a loud clunk and held on to Mo’s hands, being so attentive to them that Mo’s ear began to tinge red. “Forgive me,” He Tian said.

“You don’t need to ask a prisoner for forgiveness,” Mo Guan Shan replied dismissively.

“We both know that’s not what you are,” He Tian countered softly.

“Really? The chains speak differently.” Mo Guan Shan withdrew his hands and turned from him.

“That was a precautionary measure. You can have quite the temper.” Mo turned back around to glare at him. “Like that,” He Tian added.

“It doesn’t matter now. Our deal. How can I trust you won’t break your promise?” Mo Guan Shan asked.

He Tian didn’t say anything for a while. He moved forward and leaned in close to Mo. “Your life for Jian Yi’s, you mean?” He Tian whispered, and then stepped back, beginning to pace around the room as he spoke. “He is much too curious for his own good. How he managed to stumble his way down here is anyone’s guess, but he must be very loved, considering how all of you were ready to reach havoc on existence as we know it for that one angel. But why didn’t you let Zhan Zheng Xi take the fall? He was more than willing to.”

“We both know neither of them belong down here,” Mo Guan Shan’s voice hardened.

He Tian stopped mid-pace, and cocked his head to the side. “And you do?”

“Yes,” he answered immediately. “I do. I can handle the pain. I don’t care about getting hurt, or dying a thousand times over if I have to. But they... are much too pure for that, and I am not. I was never meant to be like them.” His hands shook slightly as he said this.

“You don’t think you were meant to be an angel?” He Tian asked in astonishment, and then shook his head. “You are wrong though, and your actions prove it to me. From the moment I laid eyes on you, and saw your determination to fight and your willingness to risk everything you had, from that very moment I knew I had already lost to you.”

“Lost to me?” Mo Guan Shan asked. He Tian wasn’t making any sense. Mo Guan Shan bet that He Tian never lost a day in his life.

“Do you know what it means to be in love?” He Tian asked as he began to come towards him once more.

Mo Guan Shan blushed profusely at this sudden question. “What does that have to do with anything?” Mo Guan Shan looked up at He Tian who was now standing in front of him, but the longing in He Tian’s eyes made him look away.

“It means everything. It’s the reason you’re here now.” He Tian’s breath tickled his ear. He was too damn close.

Mo Guan Shan knew he should hate He Tian. He had to give up his place as an angel in order to allow Jian Yi to be released from this hell, to then be safely returned to heaven. This truce was decided upon after several days of war had been waged, with much blood having been shed on both sides. The conditions were ultimately set forth by the prince of this world, and this prince was now speaking to him of love. Mo Guan Shan should hate He Tian more than anything, and yet...

“I know you felt something, too,” He Tian continued. “When we fought. The look in your eyes should had been the death of me. I’d never seen so much hatred, can you believe that?” He Tian smiled to himself, reminiscing. “You looked so beautiful out of breath, and with your face flushed wonderfully red. I hadn’t had such a good sparring session in a long time, and you really had me close a couple of times. Do you remember what you said to me?”

“Stop.” Mo Guan Shan didn’t want to hear any more. He didn’t want to feel anything for him. He began to walk towards the door. Where would he go? Where could he escape to? Was this really his new life now? The reality was beginning to sink in, and he was starting to become afraid.

Mo Guan Shan felt strong arms wrap around from behind him, but the hold on him was gentle, soothing almost. “You told me to go fuck myself,” He Tian began to laugh softly, and Mo Guan Shan felt his body quiver against his own. His laughter relaxed him, and for some reason he found himself not pulling away from He Tian. “No one had ever dared speak to me that way before. It was because you were not afraid of me.” His grip on Mo’s waist tightened. “You will never have to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not welcome here,” Mo Guan Shan said, bringing light to the fact that while he didn’t have to fear He Tian, he didn’t feel safe here. “I have no freedom.” Rather than answer him, Mo Guan Shan felt He Tian’s breath against his neck, and then a kiss. “What are you doing?!” Mo grabbed the arm at his waist in surprise.

“No one will ever touch you again once they know you are mine.” He Tian kissed his neck once more, and then brought his hand up to Mo’s chin, turning his head so their eyes would meet. “Are you scared?” He Tian asked him.

Mo Guan Shan gazed back into He Tian’s coal eyes, indecision flickering across his face. He forced himself to remember why he was doing this, and found the resolve to follow through when the thoughts came to him. Could he trust He Tian? Mo Guan Shan didn’t have to think long on that question as he looked at the earnestness in He Tian’s eyes. “I’m not scared,” he answered honestly.

He Tian smiled against his back, and then he turned Mo’s face forward. “Little Mo,” He Tian whispered endearingly, and then he opened his mouth to bite at the nape of Mo’s neck, closing his eyes to relish the taste of him. Mo Guan Shan’s lips parted in a silent cry, and he felt He Tian’s finger slide through them sensuously. He Tian ran his tongue along the length of the mark to soothe it, causing Mo’s head to roll back in spite of himself. “There,” He Tian said, releasing his hold on Mo Guan Shan and admiring both the bite and the studs on Mo’s ears.

“That’s it?” Mo Guan Shan asked. Mo was surprised that was all it took to be veiled under He Tian’s protection.

“Oh, you want more, do you?~ He Tian opened his arms and grinned widely. “I’m all yours.”

Mo Guan Shan turned five different shades of red after realizing what he said. “Th-that’s not what I meant! Fuck you!”

“You hurt me,” He Tian said, not looking hurt at all, and then remembered the cut on Mo’s back. “Which reminds me, let’s get your wound cleaned up so I can show you something fun.”

Mo Guan Shan looked at him incredulously. “Something fun?” He Tian saw the glint of curiosity in Mo’s eyes and without thinking about it, his hand reached out to caress Mo’s neck.

He Tian smiled darkly, and leaned in to whisper into Mo’s ear. “Have you ever wondered what a shark looks like in hell?”

-littlemomountain

#19 days #old xian #tianshan #he tian #mo guan shan #commission #HWAN #my writing

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imagine-loki · 5 years ago

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Gifted

Title: Gifted (Sequel to Giftless)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 35/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE:

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die. Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here

Tony was waiting in the sittingroom of the compound for you when the portal materialized. /Told you we should have set the portal to my apartment/ you grumbled at Loki when Tony barreled into you, yanking you from Loki’s grip as he held you tightly to him. You couldn’t help laughing at Tony, though. He would never change.

“Kat! We were so worried. You guys were gone for so long with no word!” Tony exclaimed, panic in his ton.

You sighed and finally got free of his arms. [There was trouble] you signed at him. He had lived here and been friends with Veronica too, of course, since this was his tower. He’d actually been friends with her before you had moved in to the tower, before your parents had died. He may have even had a crush on her at one point.

“What trouble? Why are you signing?” Tony demanded, automatically signing along with his words. Veronica hadn’t been gone long and the habit stuck from living with her. Old habits died hard.

You looked over at Loki. /Can you tell him what happened? It will take me forever to sign the whole thing/ Loki nodded his reply. /Thanks, I want to see if Veronica is home. Can you two survive alone together that long?/

/We will be fine, darling/ Loki answered with a smile. The smile was supposed to be reassuring, but you didn’t trust Tony not to punch Loki in the face again.

[Loki will tell you] you signed to Tony. You used magic to change back to human clothes. You had missed your jeans in Asgard. You got used to wearing dresses there, but you were still way more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt. You kissed Tony’s cheek, then kissed Loki which earned you a growl from Tony, then went to see if Veronica happened to be in the tower. She wasn’t officially part of the team anymore, but she still had suites here and stopped by often to visit. Instead of knocking on her door, she had a doorbell that would flash the lights inside. You pressed it and waited. You only had to wait a moment before she came to the door. [You’re here!] you signed excitedly.

[Kat!] she replied with a grin. You had been friends in the couple years you had both lived in the tower together. She tried to hide how lonely she was, but she had become your friend when you made an effort to sign out the conversations around you, and be her voice when she wanted to jump in and the loud supers weren’t noticing.

[Can you come in? you need help] She stepped back to let you in with no hesitation. [Thanks]

[What trouble?] she asked. Even though she wasn’t officially on the team right now, due to her very pregnant belly, she was still one of you and jumped right back in to emergency mode as easily as any of the rest of you. You briefly explained about your lack of ability to speak.

[Do you have any ASL books I can borrow?] your ASL was still really good, but you needed a wider vocabulary and needed to brush up on it. She pulled a few volumes from her bookshelf and handed them to you. You made your apologies after that. You had left Tony and Loki alone for too long already. She laughed at that and shooed you away to go rescue one or both of them.

She was right to shoo you off. You got back to them just in time. Loki was finishing his story about your kidnapping and how you had saved yourelf. “You were supposed to protect her!” Tony roared. You sighed and set the books down on your end table before calmly walking up to the boys. Tony pulled his hand back to punch Loki in the face. You swept in between them, shoving Loki back a step. Tony pulled his punch in time. You wouldn’t have let him hit you, but you were glad he stopped anyway. That meant his temper could be dealt with. “Don’t protect him, Kat,” Tony snarled at you, reaching to shove you out of the way.

[Stop trying to hit him] you signed angrily. [This isn’t his fault]

/Please do not do that again, darling. u\I would hate to have to hurt him for punching you/

/He won’t punch me/ you thought back at Loki. /Not when he’s mad at you. Besides, you won’t protect yourself and I don’t want to have to heal your nose when he breaks it. I like your nose the way it is/

“The hell it’s not!” Tony roared. His hands were too busy singing his reply as he spoke that he couldn’t form a fist again. That was a good thing. “He was supposed to protect you. You were supposed to go there and heal!”

[I did heal. You know Balder is bad. This is Balder’s fault. If you want to hit someone, hit me for getting kidnapped] you weren’t comfortable using telepathy with humans. You had burned out someone’s mind once already and didn’t want to hurt someone you loved like that, so you were sticking to sign with the humans, unless telepathy was one of their powers. Loki promised to help you later learn how to speak to the others via telepathy.

Tony just pulled you into a hug instead. “Like yI would ever hurt you, imp,” he replied. “He says they are researching how to fix this,” you felt him gesture to Loki when he said that. You nodded against his chest. “We should tell Fury…” he hedged. You sighed, but nodded again. The three of you went to find Fury. He was in his office, so he wasn’t hard to find.

You hadn’t been in his office since you were grounded for turning all of the Avengers’ costumes pink one summer. You weren’t glad to be back either. That was almost as unpleasant of an experience as the day you got grounded for an entire summer for escaping your guards for an entire day. This place did not have good memories. “Soldiers,” Fury greeted you when you entered.

“We have a report to give, and we’re not soldiers,” Tony announced. You and Loki wisely let him take charge. He was highly regarded by Fury and much more used to dealing with him. Even if they did manage to piss each other off most of the time.

"Then give it,” Fury replied curtly. Tony told the story this time. You were glad you didn’t have to do it. Loki chimed in additional details when they were needed. Fury looked at you when they were done. “You know what I’m going to ask, Kat,” he told you gently. Fury wasn’t usually gentle, but he had experience with uncontrollable powers in the past. You nodded, you knew exactly what he wanted. There was only one thing he could ask for at that juncture. You shoved Tony into one of the chairs. You didn’t want to have to catch his heavy ass when he passed out. You saw the glimmering green shield around Loki. He’d be safe.

/Careful, darling. They are human/ you nodded and opened your mouth, whispering just loudly enough for them to hear you. They were both unconscious slumped on Fury’s desk a moment later.

It took them a few minutes to come back around, during which you were teaching Loki the annoying hand-clapping game you had taught to Thor. There was nothing to do but wait for them to come to, so you might as well have some fun.

“That was…educational…” Fury commented after he had come around. You went over to them now that they were awake and healed their bleeding ears. You could have done that earlier, but you hadn’t wanted them to think you was exaggerating. “I will put R&D on looking for a solution. In the meantime, your classes start again day after tomorrow. We have told the university that you were on a mission for us. You will inform them of this development and that Loki will be accompanying you as translator. You will also be sticking to a work schedule from here on and the number of emergency healings you get called on will be very strictly monitored. I do not want the incident of a couple weeks ago to happen again,” Fury ordered. You nodded meekly, not daring to go against his temper. “Dismissed, all of you,”

You swept from his office as quickly as possible. None of you wanted to be there longer than you had to be. You tapped Tony’s arm to get his attention. [You ok?] you asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. That’s some curse you got from Balder…” he added. You rolled your eyes. That was an understatement.

[How’s Pepper? Did she heal?]

“She was a whiny baby for a week,” Tony whined. “She claimed she couldn’t do anything for himself and demanded I take care of her. For everything.“ you laughed at his put-upon tone and Pepper taking advantage of Tony. “She’s in the office this morning, but she’ll be back by dinner.” you nodded your understanding. “Oh, your actor friends will be here tomorrow. Fury is actually letting Tom and Kelly into the compound for your birthday party,” you nodded and grinned. It was always fun getting to see your nice normal human friends. They just happened to be famous actors. You really couldn’t do anything normally if your only human friends were actors.

You and Loki spent the day pouring over the ASL books. You could study a whole lot faster now that you were soulbond. Everything one of you learned, the other did too. It was a great side effect.

Tony kept checking his watch as the afternoon wore on. You smirked at how adorable he was, waiting anxiously for Pepper to get back. Right before dinner, Pepper returned. Tony jumped up from the couch to go greet her, wrapping Pepper in a too tight hug. You laughed at Pepper’s yelp of pain. You took pictures of them to immediately post to Facebook. “Tony! Let go!“ Pepper yelped, a cat-tail appearing on her and puffing up. She was still getting used to having magic and didn’t always control her shapeshifting. Tony didn’t let go until Pepper had kissed him. You was glad they were more comfortable with their relationship being in the open. Pepper came over to you when she saw you. You stood and hugged her too. "Kat! You’re back!” she greeted you. You nodded. “How was your trip?” you started signing a reply, but then stopped when you remembered that Pepper hadn’t lived here long enough to have learned.

/Lo?/ you called, drawing Loki’s attention from his book.

“Sorry, Pep,” Tony jumped in while Loki was getting to his feet to come see what the trouble was. "I forgot you don’t sign. I’m sorry! Everyone here learned when Veronica was living here permanently. I forgot you haven’t been here that long. It feels like you’ve always lived here!” Tony added at Pepper’s puffed up anger. Pepper was always around, but not around around and hadn’t known Veronica well. “Anyway, Kat can’t talk. It’s nice to hear the quiet, actually,“ Tony stuck his tongue out at you. You reached up at grabbed it, glaring at him. Stupid uncle. Tony made a protesting noise, and spluttered, but couldn’t get his tongue back from you.

"What is the matter, Tony?” Loki asked pleasantly. “Does a cat have your tongue?” he asked with mischief in his eyes. You saw the flash of green magic and suddenly Pepper was roaring in laughter. You looked over your shoulder at Loki, raising your eyes in question, until you felt the cat-ears on your head. You let go of Tony’s tongue to reach up to feel them.

/Loki!/ you shouted indignantly. Loki just laughed and kissed you.

“I could not help it, darling. The joke was too good,” he explained when he broke the kiss.

“Stop that,” Tony growled at you. “Just because you’re dating doesn’t mean you want to see it or know about it.” You just gestured between himself and Pepper. “That’s different,” he growled. You rolled your eyes. Stupid uncle.

/Put it back/ you thought at Loki.

“I will not,” he replied pleasantly. you glared at him.

“Tony, her ears are prettier than mine!“ Pepper whined, tugging on Tony’s sleeve to get his attention. It wasn’t like Pepper, but sometimes the cat instincts took over, which was adorable, no matter how much she hated it. You looked over at them at laughed. A minute later your phone dinged. Pepper had taken a picture and posted it to Facebook. You giggled and immediately made it your profile picture.

"Never, Pep,” Tony replied exasperated. He pulled Pepper to his side and started petting Pepper’s fluffed up cat-ears until his fiancé calmed, or forgot that he was joking. Pepper was such a handful and it amused you to no end that she’s the one Tony fell in love with.

"I will show you how to remove them yourself,” Loki placated you. He took your hand and magically showed you the process for shapeshifting. “I suggest you do not try to shift forms without me around until you get the hang of it,” he added. You nodded, closed your eyes, and concentrated. The cat ears were gone in a moment later. You grinned at Loki when you had successfully done it. He gave you a smile in return. “Well done, darling,”

Your phone dinged again a moment later. You reached into your pocket. You had a text from Tom, the actor who played Loki in the Avengers movies. -It looks like you’re back in town. Nice cat ears. Kelly and I got here a day early. Want to meet us for tea?-

-Of course we do. Just let us know where- you typed back. You showed your phone to Loki so he could read the messages.

“What?” Tony asked.

“It appears we are going out to meet our friends for tea,” Loki explained. He used magic to change his clothes to jeans and a button down shirt. It was the closest you got him to casual when we were going out. You did manage to get him to wear a t-shirt out of the compound when we went to the amusement park, but that had been stupidly hard work. You stepped up on a box made of air so you could reach Loki’s hair to tie it into a manbun for him. You left the magenta-red streak free, tucking it behind his ear. Loki turned around to kiss you when you were done. “It is nice to kiss you when we are the same height,” he commented.

“Stop that!” Tony snarled, but you couldn’t help but laughing when Pepper kissed him a moment later.

“Also, what’s with your hair? Did you try dying it again?” Tony demanded. You shook your head.

“Lady Kathryn has gifted me with a lock of her hair, and I have done the same. It is a sign of love. Do not make fun, Tony,” Loki explained, speaking firmly to defend you. You smiled and reached up to touch the lock of Loki’s hair which grew among your own hair, tucking it back behind your ear.

Your phone dinged again when you stepped off the invisible box you had been standing on, which you promptly vanished, this time with the location of the coffeeshop Tom wanted to meet you at. “Kat, don’t stay out too late. The kids want to watch Superhero Musical in honor of your return,” Tony told you when you showed Loki the text.

You nodded. [We won’t] you signed at him. Loki offered you a hand. You placed your hand in his and teleported the pair of you from the room before Loki had the chance it. You grinned at him when you arrived, proud of yourself. He laughed and leaned down to kiss you in reply.

You entered the coffeeshop and saw Tom and Kelly already waiting at a table for four. They had drinks for you already too. You waved and made your way through the crowded shop to sit with them. Loki pulled out your chair for you. Always the gentleman. Well, except for yesterday, but that was different.

“How have you been? We heard you were on a mission for the Avengers. It’s been all over the news, people speculating on what it was,” Tom asked you once you were settled.

[Can you tell him what happened?] you signed to Loki. You hadn’t appreciated how difficult this meeting would be. You extra couldn’t use telepathy on Tom and Kelly. They didn’t have powers.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked, signing the words as he said them. You gaped at him. You hadn’t expected him to know how to sign, especially not ASL, BSL maybe, but not ASL. He laughed. “It’s a skill I picked up over the years. It seemed useful at the time.” you laughed again.

[How are you not married already?] you signed at him. He was very nearly perfect. He looked away with color in his face. You jumped on him. [Who is she?] you demanded, all excitement. He just looked at Kelly.

“Do not tell the press,” he told you firmly. You nodded and made the age-old gesture of zipping your lips. He laughed. “So, what happened while you were gone?” you sighed, but explained how you had been cursed with a power that hurt people when you spoke. Loki jumped in to add that it was Balder who had done it. Both Tom and Kelly appreciated that. They knew who Balder was from his actions here on Earth. “All your magic and you can’t fix this?” Tom asked Loki.

Loki shook his head sadly. “Not yet. We are researching, but we do not know how Balder did this…”

[I’m fine. It’s just a little inconvenient] you reassured them.

You chatted about your lives and what you’d been up to for an hour or so before you all had to go. You got delayed when the press got ahold of the fact that all four of you were there. You got stopped and had to take pictures. You posed nicely for exactly one picture. The rest of the pictures just included you being silly goofballs. You escaped before you had to sign every single slip of paper people could find.

When you arrived back in the commonroom, the group was already gathered for the movie. “C'mon, you two!” they called when you reappeared. You laughed, and you and Loki both used magic to change into pajamas for the movie. Everyone else was already in their pajamas. Tony growled when you were only wearing a tank top and pajama pants, but you glared at him in reply. He was only wearing pajama pants. Everyone was wearing pajamas, including Loki once he had seen that that’s what everyone was wearing. You made your way over to Pepper first, while Loki settled himself on the couch. You looked over the scar on Pepper’s chest, you could see the top of it just above the top of her tank top. It was light, not nearly as bad at the one on Loki’s. You touched it gently, investigating it as a healer.

“I’m fine, Kat. You saved my life that day. I can handle a little beauty mark,” Pepper reassured you, laughing. You sighed. You should have done better.

“Don’t you dare start thinking that you should have done better,” Tony snapped at you, knowing you too well. “You nearly died saving her life. I love you both and I am so grateful you both survived that day. You would have died, Kat, if you had done any more,” Tony reminded you. You nodded, but still went to curl up with Loki. You touched the scar on his chest too. Both wounds had been made my Balder. Tony had been wounded in the exact same manner, but you had enough power that day to heal Tony without a scar. Loki you had healed in the middle of battle, his scar was deep and obvious.

"You saved both of our lives that day, darling,” he told you softly. “I wear the proof of our battle with pride,” he added gently.

“Enough being sad!” one of the super kids called. They started the movie a minute later. Loki pulled you onto his lap and wrapped a blanket around the two of you. You laid your head on his chest so you could watch the movie in peace and listen to all of the kids sing along.

You sat up and stared when they all started signing along to the songs. Most of them were clumsy and missed half the words, except Veronica who was leading the sign-singing. It was amazing that they were willing to try, willing to make you feel included. You laughed and wrestled your arms out of the blanket so you could join along. The duet was hilarious with everyone trying to both sign and sign along to their parts.

Loki used magic and made two clones of himself, one male and one female so he could lead the song. You laughed the loudest at his antics. He also got the loudest applause when the song was over.

You stayed up late with our friends watching Avengers movies to the point where everyone fell asleep in the common room in a big heap of blankets, pillows, and tangled limbs. The Facebook page was overflowing with comments from the community the next morning. You blamed Fury for the pictures, especially when Tony, Loki, and you were the only ones whose faces could be seen in the pictures. You were the only ones whose secret identities were compromised.

That didn’t mean you didn’t have a separate Facebook page for your superhero alter-ego. You had to give the fans a safe way to contact you for fanmail or they got weird. All of you had social media pages for our superhero alter-egos. Except Loki, who didn’t bother with an alter-ego.

You didn’t have to worry about Fury’s pictures that night, though. It was a comfort to be surrounded by your silly super family, cuddled between Loki and Tony in your heap of pillows and blankets. You were pretty sure your frozen toes were on Tony’s stomach too. He didn’t complain. He was just glad to have you home.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #nekoamamori #gifted #chapter 35

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lightshelldarkyoak · 5 years ago

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Part 2: Moon Crossed Lovers

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!", Hades screams from the top of his corroded lungs as he tries to claw Hou Yi in half. Hou Yi responds in kind while loosing arrow after arrow into Hades's shapeless form, "ABOMINATION'S FIRST!", said Hou Yi. Ever since Hades revealed his true form to Hou Yi the only sound heard in the distance has been that of battle. Souls of the damned screaming in agony as they are forced to aide their master in pinning down the lone marksman. The fleet-footed marksman himself manages to dodge their un-dead grasp with ease, unleashing volleys of flaming arrows into the night while hes at it. Most would assume this battle of titans's to be a stalemate. Unfortunately though for Hades, Hou Yi was starting to get the upper hand. The heavenly marksman trained with the bow ceaselessly, even before acquiring the Raven Bow. Not even one day went by without training being involved in his daily regimen. Meanwhile, Hades lead a very sedentary lifestyle by simply sitting on his throne, watching the River Styx flow by, and listening to the throes of anguish as Cerberus mutilated those who dared to unlawfully exit or enter the underworld. thus with this grand difference in both ability and tempered skill the battle seemed to be nearing its end. however unbeknownst to both gods, a third more graceful goddess was about to make her way into the fray.

Still deep within the caverns, a simple argument was ensuing over direction and pride: Chang'e: are you sure we're going the right way Mon? The Moon Rabbit: yes madam , if you follow me through this path here we'll make it to the surface in no time. Chang'e: That what you said the first time Mon. Not only did we not make it back to the surface, it took us an extra two hours to make it back to the camp!

The Moon Rabbit: NOW LISTEN HERE MISSY! I may be an old moon rabbit but I still have pride in my animal instincts! and theses rabbit ears of mine heard a sound this way!

Chang'e: ugh, very well Mon.

The Moon Rabbit: That is another issue!

Chang'e: Hmmm?

The Moon Rabbit: why do you call me Mon?

Chang'e: Well your name is The Moon Rabbit correct?

The Moon Rabbit: YES IT IS INDEED I, THE ALMIGHTY MOON RABBIT! Chang'e: .........

The Moon Rabbit: (The most trolling look you can Imagine)

Chang'e: ....Well your name is too long

The Moon Rabbit: Its my name madame

Chang'e: I like Mon better, its cute!

Moon Rabbit: b-but madame

Chang'e: yes Mon?

Moon R. : I-

Chang'e: Yeessssss Mon?

Moon: ......I don't have much of a choice do I?

Chang'e: *shakes her head and brandishes a smile so bright it lights up the cavern* nope!

Mon: *sighs* very well, from this point on I shall be....Mon.....

Chang'e: Splendid! now lead the way Mon!

Mon: Uuuuuuuuugggghhh ..........!

"Madame, I believe we are nearing the origin of the sound I heard not long ago, as well as the surface!" Mon explained with glee. A sparkle had returned to Chang'e eyes that Mon could only remember seeing when he first met her on the moon's surface. Granted, this sparkle shines much brighter for two reasons. Not only does Chang'e have a chance to finally look at the planet where most of her memories lie, she may finally get to see her beloved after so much time has transpired. "Now madam I must warn you of the dangers that are out-", before Mon could get a word in, Chang'e dashed into the open now dawn with reckless abandon. Hope and joy welling in her heart she bellowed, "MY BELOVED, I AM HERE!"

Dashing out into the sea of tranquility, Chang'e stretched her arms to feel the solar winds flowing through her kimono and kicking moon rocks along the way just for fun. eventually, she came to a stop and properly started stretching. In the process of all this stretching she knocked off what was most likely a millennia's worth of space dust from her kimono. Mon not exactly too enthused with all the dust, begins to have a sneezing fit because of it. Chang'e notices Mon's discomfort and performs an elegant crescent spin move that knocks all the surrounding dust away in one fell swoop. as She leans down to brush some dust off the rabbit's muzzle she asks, "Mon are you alright?" Mon replies, "I'll be fine madam, but we have bigger dilemmas to tackle". Chang'e responds with a quizzical look and tone, "where?" Mon simply points and says, "look". Chang'e looks in the direction Mon pointed, at first she can't make it out because of how bright it is compared to the caverns. Eventually her eyes adjust and after a bit of squinting she sees them, but most importantly him. His red scarf, long flowing ponytail, his distinct headdress, his eyes burning with determination to go beyond his limits, and finally his bow of feather and steel shining like a lighthouse in the distance on this vast ocean of rock and sand. overcome with emotion, she wailed one name: "HOOOUUU YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"

Back to Chang'e and Mon, they were watching in the distance to see if the battle was over or if they heard Chang'e's voice. "Madame I think the battle is over" said Mon. " did he win, do you think he heard me?" Chang'e replies. "I believe so but its strange that the skeletal figure disappeared all of sudden" said Mon. "OH! I see him! Hiii my love!", Change yells joyously while waving. "hmmm, that's odd", Chang'e points out. "What's that?" Mon replies, "the last time Yiyi ran that feverishly was when a boulder was about to fall on me". ".....................Madame I have a plethora of questions for that statement alone" said Mon. "Regardless, he does seem panicked. I wonder wh-" before Mon could finish his pondering, Hades's black visage arose from the ground enveloping everything in darkness. "Salutations Wench, I'll be borrowing your form " Hades said with a wicked smile. "MON HELP ME!", Chang'e yelled "MADAME WHERE ARE YOU, ITS TOO DARK!" Mon replied in panic. "YOU'RE IN THE WAY VERMIN!" Hades roared as he knocked Mon into a nearby dune. "GAH!" Mon reeling from the blow drifted into the sand dune and fell unconscious. "Mon!" Angered by Hades's treatment of one of her eternal companions Chang'e proceeds to threaten him appropriately. "SHOW YOUR PRESENCE SO I CAN END YOU MYSELF!" she yells with righteous fury. "very well, but be careful what you wish for. hihihiAHAHAHAHAH" Hades responds knowing full well his final plan is complete and unveils the darkness. As the darkness cleared and vision is returned to Chang'e's eyes a figure stands before her that is both bewildering and yet very familiar. "So?" , said the figure flashing a cheeky smile. "how do I look?" the figure responded again with a near perfect replication of her voice. At this point Chang'e realized the horrors of what had transpired. What was standing in front of her was Hades, but in the form of herself.

"You monster", Chang'e spat as her graceful demeanor cracked for the smallest of seconds as she stared straight into herself knowing full well what Hades' s final scheme was. "Monster?" hades laughed " i'm just a damsel in distress and for all we know, you could be the monster here" Hades said with sinister elation. Chang'e had just about enough of Hades's illusion and prepared to dance his head clean off his body. Sadly before she could twirl, Hades's grabbed her arm and said "I would be careful where you spin princess, since lover boy is almost her". Understanding the gravity of the situation before her, she held back. Knowing full well the consequences of killing her clone right in front Hou Yi.

Hou Yi, now having caught up but gasping for air utters his beloved's name "C-gasp wheeze Chang'e where are you?". in perfect unison a response is heard, "here I am Hou YI". Standing up properly from his hunched and haggard stance, Hou yi speaks, "strange, did your voice always res..o...nate". If it wasn't for the situation at hand, Hou Yi would have fainted. He was looking at not one but two Chang'e's, Both Identical in voice and pose. "C-Chang'e?" Hou Yi asked, "yes?" they both responded. Confounded by the turn of events, the marksman hunched over again for air but also to think. After a couple Moments of pondering , He realized there was only one thing to do. "lady and god of death, one of you is the my most cherished one." The Chang'e's looked on in silence while Hou yi continued, " I will find out who your identities are with questions and events that only me and Chang'e know, and once I figure who is who". he paused, "ONE OF YOU WILL DIE!" , the pressure from that statement alone sent shivers down both the Chang'e's spines. So now begins the final gambit of the god of underworld, a game of memories with one wrong move or answer from either side leading to death.

Question after Question, with each being farther back and more specific than the other. A fool-proof plan except for the fact that each Chang'e had a perfect answer. Hades's was able replicate everything about Chang'e including past memories that only her and Hou Yi knew, all it took was a little help from the Oracles. Hou Yi was starting to run out of questions and patience. Meanwhile Hades was snickering on the inside as his perfect plan was coming to fruition. Simply put, running down the clock until Hou Yi would have to guess or finally buckle from the stress. If Hou Yi picked him and shot Chang'e he would wait until Hou YI inevitably came in for a hug and reap his soul. On the other hand if Hou Yi did shoot him but collapsed after, Hades would use that chance. By appearing from below Hou Yi, Hades would attempt to take him to the underworld with his ultimate ability before Chang'e killed him. It was a dastardly double edged sword that only Hades, the the god of the afterlife could forge. "Everything is going to plan" Hades's said in his mind.........Or so he thought. A couple feet away from this deadly game a certain fluffy companion was waking from his impromptu slumber.

Mon, The Moon Rabbit was stuck headfirst in moon sand for at least an hour before regaining consciousness. When he did arise his response was.....unique to say the least. *PTOOIE* "Goodness me the last time I had my head dunked in the sand for that long was when I lived with my nineteen brothers and sisters!", Mon said right before spitting more moon sand out. *Ptooie* "Now, where has the madam been whisked away to" taking the power of the impact into consideration, Mon guessed that he had not been sent flying too far. After scanning the area for what felt like an 10 minutes Mon saw a recognizable Figure in the distance making his guess correct. "there you are, but wait... there are two! hmmm" mulling his thoughts Mon had an idea. "lets try this for size", in a matter of seconds after speaking Mon's eyes began to glow bright jade and that's when he saw it. "HA!" Mon scoffed, " you may be a master trickster but these jade eyes of mine see EVERYTHING, TALLYHOOO!". With pep in his hop and brimming with confidence, Mon scurried towards his master in order to break Hades double-edged sword into pieces!

Hou yi: .......Favorite toe....

Chang'e and Hades: ......Pinky......

Hou Yi: .......if you were Jing Wei, how would you say hello .....

Chang'e and Hades : ........Oh hey fam.........

Hou YI: ............THATS IT, I'M SORRY BUT ITS TIME TO CHOOSE!

Chang'e's mind: NO MY LOVE

Hades's mind: FINALLLLYYYYYY!

Mon steps onto the scene in gallant bunny fashion!

Mon: HOLD IT!

Hou Yi: a talking rabbit?

Chang'e's mind: MON!

Hades's mind: VERMIN!

Mon: Never Fear, for I have a plan Sir Yi, but it requires secrecy.

Hou Yi: Tell me your secrets small creature

Mon, proceeded to whisper something in everybody's ears and at the end of it, everyone was ready.

Hou Yi: Could both Chang'es please move several paces from each other

Chang'e and Hades: Yes my love

As both Chang'es moved away from each other, Mon stuck with the original as they moved farther away from Hades's reach but stopped in perfect range for something else

Hou YI: Its time small creature

Mon: indeed sir Yi......... MY INSTINCTS ARE TOP NOTCH!

As Mon hollered this abnormal comment, Hades stayed perfectly still while Chang'e did a perfect twirl

Mon: *wink* there you have it

Hades: what?

Hou Yi: *smirks* indeed

Hades: pardon?

Chang'e: *giggles*

Hou Yi: NOW MY LOVE!

SUNBREAKER!

Chang'e: RIGHT BEHIND YOU!

WAXING MOON!

Hades: AGH THE PAIN, I CAN'T MOVE ! NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ! NO! STOP! IT BURNS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Chang'e and Hou Yi unleashed their ultimate abilities in glorious fashion and timing! Crescent blades flew from Chang'e's kimono, cleaving through Hades's being and stunning him in place! Meanwhile 8 molten suns come crashing down where Hades stands practically incinerating him on the spot! This volley of fire goes on until the dust clears leaving the god of the afterlife in such a state that his only salvation is death and a quick return to the realm he left. "D-*COUGH*-damn you" Hades whimpered as he tried to reserve what life and energy he had left. Hou Yi being the chivalrous individual he was spared Hades's from his arrows point so that he could speak one last time. "H-how *cough* d-did you know?" Hades asked sincerely. "Elementary" Said Mon, "these Jade eyes of mine can see who has consumed the potion of immortality and unlike you Hades, these two practically looked like they were glowing". "....I see.... guess in the end that "light" was never meant to be mine after all...." Hades replied sullenly. " Well, anyway last words O' god of the underworld" Hou Yi said in snarky manner followed by Chang'e giving him a light smack for being petty. "Just five" Hades responds in kind, "See you in the underworld, ahahahahAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHMUUHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAhhaha...hhaa.hh...aa..........."

The ominous glowing miasma that constantly flowed from Hades's form began to dissipate, eventually his entire being began to disappear until not even his presence remained. After Chang'e and Hou Yi finished watching Hades fade out of existence, a plan thousands of years in the making was finally coming to fruition. Chang'e and Hou Yi simply turned, held each other in their arms, and a simple conversation ensued.

Hou Yi: ......So, any ideas? we might be on this rock for awhile

Chang'e: a few.....but you'll never get to know them until I say so <3

Hou yi: Ha! i'm a pretty patient man as you can see!

Mon: Yep! say no more! if you need this bunny he'll be in the cave!

Mon hops away as fast as possible realizing he's a third wheel

Chang'e & Hou Yi: ......pfttHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Chang'e: sure, sure, anyway I believe there is a thousand-year monologue we could never quite address. *smiles* care to help me?

Hou Yi: *grins* of course......... Chang'e, where are you?

Chang'e: Here I am Hou Yi. I'll be right here beside you, Always and forever.

.......yes they kissed, Happy?!

-Fin-

#smite fanfic #smite #longeditssuck #smite game

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snootch · 4 years ago

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Okay actually I’m not done talking about injured Xue Yang

Perhaps my understanding of the story is wrong (and if so please weigh in, it’s been a minute since I actually watched the show and haven’t finished reading the book otl)

But was Xue Yang not on death’s door when Xingchen pulled him out of that ditch. We see in his battle with Wangji/Song Lan at the end that that man doesn’t give up, even after losing a whole arm, so I would imagine whatever fight that put Xue Yang in that ditch was probably pretty gnarly? And yet I am to believe he simply walked it off?

No. Plot armour aside, XY should’ve retained some damage from that. I want a Yi City arc where XY Doesn’t wake up as soon as XXC starts treating him, so XXC figures his identity out on his own and decides to take care of him anyways (because that’s the kind of person XXC is).

XY doesn’t wake up all shiny and refreshed after a little TLC, he’s bedridden for a couple of months and Hates every second of it. He spends the entire time plotting his revenge against XXC. But even after he’s recovered enough to get out of bed, he’s on crutches. So he bides his time until he gets better, but his damn leg just Won’t move right no matter what they do. He winds up in a brace to keep his knee from giving out randomly and trades out the crutches for a cane.

Minor setback, but surely he can get revenge with only one leg. Except the cuts and stab wounds to his arms left the nerves pretty messed up so raising them above the shoulder is a struggle and nearly impossible if he’s holding anything heavy. Plus, the fever from his wounds getting infected fried his brain pretty good so his reaction time is slowed and his depth perception randomly dips out.

Since hiding his identity from XXC wasn’t possible, he just spits empty threats all day long, swearing he’ll kill XXC just as soon as his leg heals up. But XXC understands the injuries a lot better than XY does and he knows he’s never going to heal up. His original plan was to dump him on the Jin clan again as soon as he could weather the trip, but now he’s grown fond of taking care of XY and having him around.

Eventually XY figures out he’s recovered as much as he’s going to and he just silently accepts his fate. The threats slowly disappear and he doesn’t complain when XXC has to do his hair for him or help him into his brace. No one has ever helped XY and XXC is offering it so freely, he can’t not fall in love. He still Hates how helpless he’s become and has plenty of tantrums over it, especially on days where his body just Won’t work.

Most days he can hobble around on his own, not even needing a cane some days, but then the weather changes and his hands won’t open, his knee won’t support his weight, he gets migraines that leave him bedridden again. Some days his memory is so bad he can’t remember anyone’s name or where he is, he forgets his body is broken and winds up hurting himself. But XXC is always there.

It’s not a bad day when Song Lan shows up, but it’s not a good day either. XY has to use his cane and keeps stumbling into things. He can’t stand or walk for long periods of time so he stays home while XXC and A-Qing do the shopping. XY starts getting anxious when they’re taking too long and his mind is starting to go fuzzy. It’s the middle of summer so the heat is taking its toll.

They finally come back and Song Lan is with them. XY has a hard time remembering who he is. He looks familiar, he knows he knows him, and it doesn’t take the sour expression on his face to know they’re not friendly, but his brain just refuses to make the connection. Which only pisses Song Lan off further because how the fuck do you forget someone you spent days torturing.

SL accepts XXC’s explanation of how XY came to be their unintended housemate, he understands how someone with XXC’s heart couldn’t resist the pity case that was XY. He could tell XY was in poor shape from the scars on his face and the fact that his expressions were just off from how he used to look. But he definitely doesn’t believe the extent of how disabled XY has become.

He’s certain he’s playing it up to trick XXC. SL spends the first month living in coffin house watching XY like a hawk, spying on him whenever he can, trying to catch him in his lie. XY has enough good days in that first month that SL is confident that it’s all a facade. Then the good days catch up to him and turn into bad days. XY starts slowing down, turning down trips to town, staying in the house while A-Qing goes out to play with local kids.

XY’s bumping into things more frequently, reaching for things and completely missing, taking longer to reply in conversations. He’s losing his balance during short walks, or even just standing still. After one trip to town, they come back to XY crumpled on the floor next to broken dishes he knocked off a table, picking glass out of his hand.

SL’s starting to believe XY’s situation and even feeling sorry for him. Then winter sets in and drives the point home. The first time it snows, XY is bedridden for two days. By this point, SL and A-Qing have bonded over poking fun at XY, but the temperature drops and A-Qing doesn’t joke around as much. She’s lived with XY for three winters now and knows how hard they are on him. Even after he recovers from the initial change, he’s back on crutches.

XXC dotes on XY so much, it was the most irritating and difficult thing to adjust to when SL first started living with them. But after enough bad days and seeing him through winter, he starts babying him too. Which XY HATES at first. XXC has babying rights. XXC basically has a free pass to do anything. But SL doing it just felt patronizing and reminded him of how much he couldn’t do himself anymore.

He has to get over it when XXC is hurt on a night-hunt and is out of commission for a couple of days, leaving SL on babysitting duty. SL has to help him get dressed and put on his brace and do his hair for him, because XY’s arms don’t raise above the shoulder and his fingers lack the dexterity. Plus he has to keep redirecting him away from XXC, whether out of bursts of brattiness or from genuinely forgetting that XXC is injured and resting.

It takes a While but they all eventually adjust to each other. XY gets a little better over time, winters aren’t so hard, and SL’s help really does make things easier.

#I think I got a little derailed at the end there #because I too am disabled and the brain fog was setting in #this is honestly just a little bit of an indulgent self projection

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Better with you

Dear Emma @bitchwhwifi

I wish you and your family a beautiful holiday season. May it be filled with love, laughter and peace.

Leona @lgtwinkie99

Chapter 1

“Cooper, I just got your text. What do you mean with you think we are done?”

“Lissy..”

“You know I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“Lissy calm down. You knew that this was going to happen at some point in our relationship. I mean I think we have really exhausted our relationship.”

“So you wake up one morning and decide this doesn’t work for you anymore and that the past three years meant nothing?”

“They meant something Lissy. I mean the sex isn’t bad but I think our relationship has become predictable and I want excitement. I can’t be in a relationship like this for the rest of my life. I will die of boredom.”

“And you couldn’t have spoken to me about all of this? Instead you break up with me over a text message?”

“Lissy you can’t change even if you want to. Look at it this way, we are still young and can still move on.”

“Cooper I know our relationship wasn’t perfect but I thought we were committed to each other. I never expected this from you. You are so not who I thought you were. It just goes to show, you think you know someone. But let this boring person not hold you up Cooper Seldon. I for one will not lose tears over this relationship. I am thankful this has happened now rather than later. I suppose you just did me a huge favour. I am finally free from someone who couldn’t appreciate me, who didn’t value me and who doesn’t see me as enough. Bye Cooper.”

Felicity hangs up and gives a frustrated shout!

“Urgh!!!”

To think I have been so patient with him, putting up with all his dishonesty and constantly insulting my character, just never being enough for him.

30 minutes later while preparing supper

*knock on the door*

Felicity goes to open the door and finds her best friend John Diggle on her doorstep.

“Diggle! You are back!”

“Woman come here and give me a hug.”

Diggle grabs Felicity into a bear hug.

“I swear it feels like you have gotten smaller since the last time I saw you.” Diggle moves back from Felicity to get a better look at her.

“Has it really been six months?”

“It has been way too long! But I am here now so what have you been up to shorty?”

“Nope! There is no way I am telling you about my boring life first. Tell me what has the past 6 months been like?”

“I always tell you it is what you make of it Lis. If I could understand half of the things you do, I would probably be very enthusiastic about your job.”

Felicity rolls her eyes at Diggle.

“Okay if you say so. Can I dish for you?” Diggle follows Felicity to the kitchen.

“Always a yes! Ooh this looks yummy!”

Diggle looks at the feast Felicity has prepared for them. Whenever he comes back home from one of his long expeditions he can be sure that he will find something special prepared for him by Felicity.

“I missed your cooking! I wish I could pack up all this food and take it with me when I am on those long trips. Oliver really saves our butts when we are out there. I don’t know how that guy makes a meal out of nothing but he does. But this shorty beats his hands down! Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“I am happy you are enjoying it. So tell me what you guys have been up to these past few months.”

“It has been a crazy couple of months. I was finished with my first 26 day expedition to the Three Peaks of Nepal and just got back to base when we received news that there was a landslide on one of the tours and Oliver and I literally only had time to pack a new bag and equipment before we were flown out to Cho Oyu. It was one exhausting trip. Tony, one of the guides, was seriously injured and we had to airlift him out. The guy was in bad shape, still in recovery. Bill is also off sick so that leaves us seriously understaffed. Oliver and I were booked back to back. We were so relieved when we were shipped out. It can get rough out there.”

“But you still love what you are doing?” Felicity rests her chin on her hands, so relaxed now that Diggle is back.

“Crazy enough? I wouldn’t change one thing about it.”

“I am really really happy for you Diggle.”

“So where is Cooper? Is he working late again?”

“Mmm Cooper isn’t coming anymore. We broke up.”

“You did? Wait a minute. Who did the breaking up Lis?”

Felicity looks down at her hands and starts fidgeting with her fingers.

“He did, over text.”

“He did what? I never liked that guy but now? I could choke him with my bare hands.”

“I might not stop you the way I am feeling right now.”

“When did it happen?”

“Today, just before you came actually. I should thank him for his timing because at least I don’t have to be alone. I have my best friend back.”

Diggle gets up, walks to Felicity, takes her hand and gently pulls her to her feet.

Without a word he wraps Felicity in a bear hug. Diggle’s tenderness causes Felicity to let go of her emotions and she starts to cry silent tears on her friends shoulder.

They are not sure how long they are standing there in embrace but Felicity feels lighter afterwards.

They ended up watching a marathon of their favourite movies, laughing and making silly jokes like old times until Felicity falls asleep on Diggle’s shoulder.

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The next morning Felicity finds herself in her bed not very unusual after a hang out with Diggle that normally lasts until she falls asleep.

Felicity cannot help but smile thinking about her closest friend. They have been best friends for the past five years and Felicity wishes that she felt more for her bestie than friendship. They actually joke about how they would make the perfect couple if only they could get to feeling more than just friendship for each other. They have been in each other’s corner through good and bad times, success and losses. One thing she could always count on over the years has been Diggle. Constant, faithful, cuddly Diggle. He always knows what to say and do to make her feel better. This morning feels a whole lot more hopeful than she could have imagined and she knows it is thanks to her bestie who is snoring on her couch. She gets up and decides to prepare breakfast for them.

She starts breakfast and cannot help but feel relieved that she no longer has to deal with Cooper and his issues. She can now live her life the way she wants and do what she has always wanted to do. He has always laughed at her dreams and criticised her. She isn’t even sure why she has been with him this long or why she has put up with him.

The first thing that pops into Felicity’s mind is to get a Bike. Not your normal bicycle but a motorbike with roaring engine and all. Bet Cooper wouldn’t think me boring now. Last she mentioned that they could get one together he laughed at her saying that her feet won’t ever reach the pedals. How was she going to drive one? Maybe Diggle would be up to it.

Felicity carries a tray with their breakfast to the sitting room and wakes Diggle up with a chirpy, “Wakey Wakey! Breakfast is ready.”

Diggle moans and groans but moves to a sitting position and takes his breakfast from Felicity.

“You know if you weren’t such an excellent cook I would not be getting up right now. Feels like I have jetlag.”

Diggle gives a yawn and looks at his friend noticing her chirpy mood.

“And why are you sitting there like someone who won the jackpot instead of someone who just went through a break up? Even though I have to say good riddance.”

“Diggle you and I both know my relationship with Cooper wasn’t good for me. I always felt like I was being dominated, always doing what he wanted, going where he wanted to go and then he has the audacity to tell me I am boring! Phew okay let me just calm down.”

Felicity takes a breath: ‘So I was thinking, I want to get a bike.’

“A bike? You have never been the sporty type shorty but we can go get you a bicycle. I am all yours today so why not go after breakfast?”

“No not a bicycle, I want a motorbike.”

“Felicity you do know a motorbike is a motorbike? Very dangerous and very fast and can be quite expensive.”

“I have a lot in my savings at the moment and why not use it for this? Come on! For someone who is so adventurous you can be a drip.”

“Felicity you are my best friend and I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“That is why we can ask your friend Oliver to give me some lessons before I take it on the road myself. He does still have the bike shop right?”

“Yes he does.”

Diggle looks at Felicity’s determined expression and knows that this is one fight he will not win.

“Okay let me call him and see if he is available today.”

“Call him now while I clean up the dishes.”

He hasn’t seen Felicity this excited since she got her job at Queen Consolidated. Maybe this will be good for her.

“Oliver, hi man. What are you up to today?”

“John! Miss me already? Thought you are spending the day with Felicity?”

“I am but she wants a bike?”

“Whoa from what you have told me about her, she doesn’t sound like the bike type at all.”

“She isn’t but long story short, she has made up her mind and well I need your help to get her the perfect one and then give her some lessons.”

“Sure, I can help out. I am at the shop, so you guys can come by anytime.”

“See you in an hour.”

He looks up to see Felicity looking at him like a teenage girl expectantly waiting, “And?”

“Let’s go get you a bike!”

“Yis!”

Felicity fist bumps the air and turns with a skip in her step to get ready.

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Chapter 2

“Oliver!”

“Hey John!” Oliver and Diggle exchange a bro hug and then he turns to Felicity.

“Hey Felicity, nice to see you again.”

Oliver cannot help but look at Felicity a bit longer than is necessary as she replies.

“Same here.”

Felicity cannot help but feel awkward, not sure if she should hug Oliver or just shake his hand, so instead she shoves her hands in her jean pocket.

“So, I hear you are shopping for a bike? Anything specific in mind?”

Both Diggle and Oliver turn to Felicity and she feels completely silly that she is so unprepared. She was in such a hurry to buy a bike that she never took the time to do her research. This is so unlike her.

“I honestly haven’t had time to think about it really”, Felicity says blushing slightly.

“That won’t be a problem. That is where my expertise comes in.” Oliver says trying to put her at ease.

“I have a few here at my shop but anything I don’t have we can order for you and get it delivered. So, looking at your build…I mean the structure of your body, I mean the shape of…sorry I am really messing this up.”

Diggle and Felicity look at each other and start bursting out with laughter.

“I have never seen you this red Oliver. Seems you had a bit of a tongue twister. This is a really nice side to you Ollie.” Diggle cannot help but enjoy seeing Oliver so uncomfortable.

“Sorry I am not used to stumbling all over myself, but you do know what I mean right?”

Felicity and Diggle clearly together in making Oliver feel uncomfortable shake their heads innocently to say no.

“What I meant to say was that we will need to find a bike suitable for your build. Because you are quite small.”

“I’m pretty strong for my 5-foot-5 average height.”

“I don’t doubt that one bit. But your bike must suit you like a glove. We want you to have the best possible experience, so we want to make sure you get the perfect one. Let me show you the ones I think might work for you.”

Diggle casually throws his arm around Felicity as they follow Oliver.

“Here we have the Kawasaki Ninja 250R. It sports a lateral aluminium frame, a different fairing designed to make it look sportier, 17-inch wheels, an adjustable rear shock absorber, adjustable brake and clutch levers, a small drive sprocket, computer-controlled timing advance, and a revised electrical system. It also has a smaller carburettor, & slightly different compression ratio, both of which were designed for quicker revving and slightly higher top end power.”

Oliver turns to look at Diggle and Felicity to see what they thought of the bike and realised he completely lost them.

“Oliver remember Felicity doesn’t know anything about bikes so can you turn it down a notch?”

“Sorry, I get carried away sometimes. What I meant was that it is small and not too heavy and would still give you enough speed to give you an adrenalin rush.”

“Okay that I can process. And this one? Really beautiful. I always thought bikes were these big ugly machines that just made a lot of noise. I know, I know. I was wrong.”

“This beauty is the Harley-Davidson Sportster XL883L. A bit pricey but worth every cent.”

“So how do you know which one is the right one?”

“It would help test driving them. That is the best way to decide. Since you have never driven one, I can take you out on the road a bit.”

“Can we go now?”

Oliver looks at Diggle as if needing permission and to see if Diggle trusts him enough to take his best friend on a bike ride.

Diggle gives Oliver a nod and a huge smile spreads across Oliver’s face.

“Okay let’s go. Let’s take the Ninja for a spin and then work our way through the list.”

Oliver hands Felicity her helmet and helps her tie the strap.

He has known of Felicity for some time and they would meet on certain occasions where Diggle would invite both, but he has never been this close to her. Being this close to her makes him notice her blue eyes and freckles across her nose. She is one beautiful woman.

Oliver clears his throat.

“Tight enough?”

Felicity nods and instead of looking dorky with the helmet on, she manages to look even more adorable.

Before Oliver can stop himself, he hears himself remark, “Really cute.”

Oliver gets on the bike and moves up to make space for Felicity.

Oliver looks ahead trying to keep busy with the gadgets on the bike to not focus on how close she is to him.

Oliver starts the bike and can feel Felicity startle when the bike comes alive.

“Sorry, it can be very noisy.”

“I will have to get used to it. Now is as good a time as any.”

“Okay you might want to put your arms around me and hold on tight.”

“I imagined you saying that under different circumstances, very platonic circumstances.

Oliver feels Felicity’s hands on his side holding on to him in a very subtle way. Until the bike pulls off and her arms go completely around his middle squeezing his lower abdomen.

Oliver turns his head and asks, “You okay?”, to which Felicity nods yes.

They pull out of the shop slowly and come to a halt when Oliver turns slightly. He was so close to her that he can see the speckles in her eyes but refused to put some distance between them.

“I will start out slowly and build up speed gradually. You can squeeze me or nudge me with your leg if I should slow down or stop. I should tell you that I have been doing this for a while and I will never be irresponsible with someone’s life. So, try to relax and enjoy the ride.”

With a nod from Felicity, Oliver turns around and starts to pull off again.

Felicity has nervousness starting in the pit of her stomach all the way down to her toes. She cannot believe she is finally doing this, she must be crazy, but she must find out if she can really do this. As they cruise along the anxiousness starts fading and gives way to an excitement that she has only felt a few times in her life. She knows she doesn’t have to hold on as tight as she is but she loves the feel of Oliver’s abs underneath her fingers. He feels so solid.

Oliver picks up the pace and starts speeding up. Felicity can’t help but let out an excited “yee-haw”!

Oliver smiles as he thinks to himself, another one bites the dust, she is hooked.

Oliver increases the speed to see how far she is willing to go when Felicity surprises him by hugging him even tighter and pressing her cheek against his back.

Fifteen minutes later Oliver pulls into the shop and finds Diggle waiting for them.

He walks toward them with a concerned expression until Felicity removes her helmet with the biggest smile he has ever seen.

“I want to do that again!”

Oliver laughs, “You either love it or you hate it.”

“That was so amazing! That was so emancipating! How fast did we go?”

“At one point 111.85 mph.”

“Really? I felt the speed, but I would never have imagined we drove that fast.”

“So you were not afraid?” Diggle asks curiously.

“Not one bit. I know you trust Oliver and if you trust him with me on a bike then he must be worth trusting.”

Oliver is completely caught off guard at Felicity’s comment and not sure of what to say. No one has ever said anything so nice about him, especially not someone who didn’t know him personally.

He clears his throat and busies himself with the pedal of the bike.

“So, I suggest we take each of these bikes on the road over the next few days and then you should be able to decide which one you like. For the next week I am available early morning and late afternoon. I am babysitting for Thea during the day. Roxy can keep me very busy and I will prefer to not bring her along with me to the shop, at least not yet.”

“How is Thea coping with being back at work? I haven’t seen her in so long.”

“I think surprisingly well. Her and Alex really have the parenting thing down. I could never imagine my younger sister as a mother, but she is doing an awesome job with Roxy. She asked me to tell you to come by for dinner tonight, she really misses you John.”

“I miss her too. I will be there.”

“Felicity why don’t you come join us?

“That would be really nice.”

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Chapter 3

Later that afternoon Felicity finds herself unable to decide what to wear. She is normally not one to worry much about what people think but for some unexplainable reason she does wonder what Oliver thinks of her.

She finds him intriguing and exhilarating and loves how he is with her. And yes, he might have treated her like he would any other woman looking for a bike, but she would like to think that there was something between them. For a handsomely well-built guy he has been very quirky around her making him even more attractive. He was pleasantly refreshing, unlike what she has been experiencing from the male population the past few years, Diggle obviously being an exception.

She opts for a floral tank top and a blue skirt, modest but beautiful.

Diggle picks her up at seven and they drive to Thea’s place recalling what they have been up to that day.

“Digg I am telling you that manager at the coffee shop was checking you out. Did you not notice how she completely ignored me and zoned in on your lips?”

“Felicity I never knew you to exaggerate.”

“That is true, so it must tell you that it is all true. We will have to go back there just so I can prove you wrong.”

“Doesn’t seem like I am the only one getting attention today from the opposite sex.”

Felicity gives Diggle a coy look.

“Don’t you even pretend you don’t know what I am talking about? My boy Oliver was completely tripping over himself today. Didn’t know what got into him and then I saw the way he looked at you.”

“I will not deny that Oliver is good looking and very hot, but I am on the rebound and I don’t know what the rules are about that, but I am sure it doesn’t say that you should jump a guy the next day.”

“Who said anything about jumping him? All I am saying is don’t go drooling all over him and try to behave yourself. I know how you get around handsome guys. Look at how you jumped my bones when I got to your place last night. You should be lucky there is no Mrs Diggle, she would have been very jealous!”

Felicity laughs at their bantering and wonders if things will change when a Mrs Diggle does come along. She won’t have her bestie all to herself anymore.

“Hey where did you go to shorty?”

Diggle reaches across to take her hand and gives it a squeeze.

“Just thinking how lucky I am to have a friend like you. You have been godsend, and really so much more than a girl could ask for.”

“Hey, I will always be here for you. No matter what.”

They pull into a drive way of a quaint house, when Diggle switches off the car and turns to Felicity.

“Lis, you haven’t had the best experiences with guys, apart from me.”

Felicity playfully slaps Diggle on the shoulder.

“But Oliver is one of the good guys and you were right about me trusting him. I am not forcing you into anything, I’m just saying that you can be yourself with him.”

“Thanks Digg. I will remember that.”

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“John! It has been way too long! Why you and my brother enjoy these long trips away from home I will never understand.”

“Keeps us out of trouble.” Diggle gives Thea one of his famous bear hugs and then turns to introduce Felicity.

“Thea this is a very close friend of mine, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen.”

“So nice to meet you Felicity. Please feel at home and mind the obstacles. Roxy thinks the house is more hers than ours. Suppose that is how it is with children.”

“Definitely makes it homier,” Felicity remarks.

“Oliver says the same thing.”

“Gossiping about me little sis? Don’t believe anything she tells you Felicity.”

Oliver walks into the foyer with Roxy in his arms. If Felicity thought Oliver looked good before then he looks even better with a toddler in his arms. Oliver could be wearing a black bag and would still look handsome. He walks directly to her and surprises her by giving her a hug with Roxy in his arms.

In that moment Roxy takes a piece of Felicity’s hair and rubs it between her fingers and then she reaches out her arms to Felicity to take her from Oliver.

Felicity not sure how to handle the situation looks at Oliver and then Thea then back again.

When Thea smiles and says: “It’s okay, she must really like you, she normally takes time to warm up to strangers.”

Felicity reaches for her and little Roxy immediately starts playing with her hair saying “pletty”.

Felicity is completely captivated by Roxy and how warm she makes her feel, smiles and whispers, “so are you Roxy. I love your dress.”

“Let’s move to the patio, it is such beautiful night.” Thea leads the way but Oliver stays behind to wait for Felicity, still holding Roxy.

“Should I take her? She can get heavy.”

“No, I don’t mind. I always thought children didn’t like me and I think I have always been a bit scared of the tiny creatures but this…this feels so good.”

“It is pretty amazing. Roxy why don’t we show aunty Felicity your drawing?”

Roxy immediately slides down and runs toward her play area to show Felicity her drawing of a bike.

“Unc Ollie bike.”

Felicity can see that Oliver is extremely proud of her.

“Wow now this is a beautiful bike. You did a very good job Roxy. Maybe you can draw one for me?”

“A red one!”

Felicity and Oliver play with Roxy a few more minutes before moving to the patio to join the others when Thea says to Alex, “I think I have found us another babysitter babe.”

Felicity finds everyone sitting outside, Thea sitting on her husband Alex’s lap, with Diggle across from her leaving the couch open to Oliver and Felicity.

“Nice to meet you Felicity and thank you in advance for babysitting.” Alex says.

Felicity takes a seat and Oliver joins her, then Oliver remarks, “Felicity hasn’t even been here an hour and I already lost my job.”

He playfully winks at Felicity who shifts uncomfortably under the attention of everyone around her.

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After dinner Thea leaves to put Roxy to bed and Diggle joins Alex to see his collection of music records.

“Oh, that was subtle.” Oliver smiles sitting forward and resting his arms on his knees.

“So subtle.”

“So, Felicity have you changed your mind about the bike?”

“No not one bit. I want one now even more than before. It was the most amazing feeling to glide across the road. I wish I tried it sooner, fear can hold you back from living you know? Really living.”

“Wait until you can drive on your own. When I am on the open road it feels like I am fearless and free. Or maybe I’m just an adrenaline junky.”

“I can’t imagine you being afraid of anything. You and Diggle put your lives on the line constantly.”

“The thing about fear is that it cripples you. But yesterday you reminded me that fear is what you make of it. If you give it power it will have that over you but if you take power over it, there is just no limits to what you are able to do. I know you were not completely sure about getting on that bike, but you did, and you overcame that fear. I think that is why I do what I do. If something scares me, I get in its face and show it whose boss. Sometimes though, it is just not that easy.”

“I on the other hand have always lived it safe. There is so much that I would like to do but never do. When I was younger my mother used to say that I was a nerdy child on steroids. I would do everything and anything, not always thinking about the consequences. And then somewhere along the way I started listening to other voices and started doubting myself.”

“I am sorry if I am forward but does this voice belong to your ex? John told me you went through a break up not long ago. He must be a fool.”

“Thank you but why would you say that? It’s not like you know me that well.”

Oliver clears his throat realising that he might have said more than he should have.

“John talks about you a lot and I know that he thinks you are a pretty amazing person. He always says that he wants his wife to be just like you, maybe just a bit taller.”

They both smile at each other.

“John is really protective of you. When we are on those long excursions he often worries that you are not okay on your own. He is one of the good guys.”

“Yes, he is.” Felicity agrees as Diggle and Alex return, with Thea not far behind them.

“Guys I am so sorry, but I have to go, I just got a call that I have to attend to. Oliver can I ask you to take Felicity home?”

“Sure.”

Felicity gets up with a worried expression. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry, will call you tomorrow.”

Diggle gives Felicity a hug greets the rest and leaves with Oliver, walking him out.

Alex increases the volume of the music and turns to Thea, reaches for her hand and they start swaying romantically to the music almost lost in their own world when Oliver walks in.

“Do you want me to take you home now or can we stay a bit longer?”

“No rush, I have really enjoyed your company tonight. I mean everyone’s company.”

Felicity stumbles over her words when she realises how intimate the setting is and how awkward the moment is, until Oliver stretches out his hand to her requesting a dance with Felicity.

Without a second thought Felicity takes his hand and realises for the second time that day that she is not afraid at all about being with Oliver. He makes it so easy to be herself around him and that makes her trust him even more.

Felicity places her left hand in Oliver’s right hand while Oliver places his other hand on her lower back and draws her in gently. He makes sure to leave enough space between them, so Felicity doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

They start swaying in silence and gradually move closer to each other without realising it; felicity is close enough to Oliver to put her chin against his chest.

There is something so sure about this guy. The way he makes her feel is like heaven and Felicity can feel his strong palm splayed on her lower back, causing heat to travel all the way through her, making her blush a bit. She rests her cheek on his chest, so he wouldn’t see the effect he has on her.

Then Oliver whispers in her ear, “You smell really nice Felicity.” Oliver turns his head so slightly into her hair in a way that is so enduring that Felicity has to bite on her lower lip to keep from sighing out loud. Felicity whispers softly into his shirt, “so do you”. Then she feels the nicest sensation. A beautiful rumble, like thunder as Oliver’s laughter vibrates through his body.

Not even aware that Thea and Alex stopped dancing, Alex clears his throat, “we are heading to bed, Oliver just lock up when you guys leave, no rush. Felicity it was nice meeting you.”

Felicity can only smile at them as they leave afraid her voice will betray how much she is enjoying dancing with Oliver.

A few songs later Oliver and Felicity sit on the couch talking about anything and everything. Felicity feels like she can tell Oliver anything and almost did. The guy must think she is a nutcase, but she hasn’t had that with another man besides Diggle and it feels so good to have someone who listens to you and who is genuinely interested in what you are saying. She catches Oliver once or twice staring at her lips and she almost reaches out to give him a kiss. But her sanity prevails.

Oliver finds Felicity captivating and the more time he spends with her the more time he wants to spend with her. After midnight they realise that they should probably get going when Oliver drives Felicity to her place.

“So home sweet home.” Felicity remarks not sure if she should say goodbye and leave or stay. She really, really wants to stay with him a bit longer.

Oliver seems to also delay in saying goodbye when he eventually breaks the silence, “Do you think I can get your number? Just so we can stay in touch about the bike lessons.”

“Of course.”

They exchange numbers and before the awkward silence settles again Felicity thanks Oliver for the evening.

“I really enjoyed myself tonight. I can’t remember when last I had such a wonderful time.”

“Trust me Felicity I am not known for being talkative, but you managed to bring that out of me. Thank you. Would you want to start your lesson tomorrow or wait for Monday morning?”

“No tomorrow will be perfect.”

“Should I pick you up? It would be on my way.”

“That would be really nice Oliver. So tomorrow at 5:30am?”

“See you then.”

Felicity doesn’t sleep much that night. Thoughts of Oliver keeps floating through her mind. The way he held her, the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel. And then she chastises herself that she needs to take her time and not rush it. She is still on the rebound after all.

Not far away Oliver is lying in bed trying his best to forget about Diggle’s Felicity. Felicity who is so intoxicating, Felicity who smells so warm and inviting, and Felicity who is so honest and open. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

^^^^^^^^^^

The next day when Oliver stops at Felicity’s place he realises she got as little sleep as he did judging by the dark circles under her eyes, not that it made her look any less gorgeous.

“Sleep well?” Oliver asks.

“Not really, really excited about today.”

“You are going to do really well. We will take it slow and see where it takes us.”

Felicity isn’t sure if she is imagining it but seems there is a double meaning in Oliver’s statement. Slow she can do. She is just not sure for how long.

When Oliver and Felicity arrive at Oliver’s shop, he takes her immediately to the next bike on their list, the Suzuki Marauder GZ125.

“So instead of me rambling on about what this beauty can do, let’s take her for a spin and you decide.”

This time Felicity is a lot surer of herself and feels a lot more comfortable on the bike. The sun is just about to come up when Oliver pulls into an off-road diner thirty minutes out of town.

He parks the bike, takes their helmets and leads her to a bench on the outside of the restaurant.

“How did you find this place? This view is incredible!”

Oliver is staring at Felicity not even caring if she catches him. He whispers, “yes it is,” while not paying much attention to his surrounding.

“Just give it a few minutes…..Don’t miss this one Felicity.”

And just then the sun breaks through and makes its appearance for the first time that day, a brand-new day.

Felicity turns to Oliver; “Wow” is all she gets out.

“I will go get us a coffee.”

When Oliver returns he finds her right where he left her. Still staring at the sunrise.

“Seems I have some competition.”

“Cute. This is really incredible Oliver, I feel like you just shared with me your secret hiding place.”

“Something like that but I won’t exaggerate.”

“This here reminds me that I have a chance each new day to live and really live. And then I try to do exactly that. Do what makes me happy and hopefully those around me as well.”

“You make it sound so simple. I can see that by looking at your family and friends. You have a beautiful life Oliver.”

“I do. There was a time though when I didn’t appreciate it and the people in it. And then I met John at Adventure Consultants and he really became a mentor to me. I was very reckless when I started out, not my proudest moment. But since then things changed for me.

“Diggle does that to a person. When I met Diggle, I was just a crazy nerdy girl who was influenced to do some stupid things. I saw Diggle just being Diggle, so sure and strong and I wanted that, I wanted to be like that. Since then he has been such a pillar in my life. I sometimes wonder what I would have done without him. Seems we both needed him in our lives.”

“I think you would have still come out of it strong. I know beyond a doubt that you have spunk and you are determined. You would have made it just fine on your own. Diggle is a bonus.”

As if Felicity’s heart couldn’t swell more, Oliver winks at her and causes her legs to go limp.

Felicity decides to be bold and suggests breakfast and for the next couple of hours they enjoy each other’s company and the view.

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Chapter 4

Later that day Felicity and her girlfriend are at the movies when she gets a text from Oliver.

Hey, Felicity. Hope I’m not bothering. I was thinking about you, what are you up to?

Before Felicity can reply she receives another text from Oliver.

“And not in any creepy kind of way.

Felicity replies, I am happy to hear from you. What are you and Roxy up to?

We are cooking lunch. Would you like to come over and join us? That is if you are not busy?

I would have loved to but I am at the movies with my friend Caitlin.

Oliver asks disappointedly, Maybe next time?

Definitely.

Caitlin leans over and whispers to Felicity, “Why the big smile? Who was that?”

“Oliver, the bike guy.”

“Oh, that hottie? Some kind of friend you are. You have not taken one picture of him yet.”

“And when exactly am I supposed to do that with being on the bike with him? A selfie?”

“See now that’s my girl. You will find a way if you want to.”

“shhh and watch the movie.”

^^^^^^^^^^

Felicity is in bed still thinking about the morning ride with Oliver when she decides to text him.

Hey You, how did lunch go?

Really good, just messy. Cleaning up afterward while Roxy took a nap wasn’t as much fun.

I can imagine. So when will you give me those bike lessons?

I was thinking tomorrow actually. There is one more bike we can test drive and then you can make your choice.

Okay, now I am really nervous.

You are going to do great. We will take it slow and until you’re ready.

See you tomorrow?

^^^^^^^^^^

The next morning Felicity meets Oliver at his shop for their morning drive. This time they get on the

Harley-Davidson Sportster XL883L.

This bike feels a lot to felicity like a cruise bike, comfortable and light.

The minute she gets on she remembers Caitlin’s remark so before Oliver can start the bike she blurts out.

“Can we take a pic together? If you don’t mind. I just thought it would be a nice to have seeing as this is the day when I choose my bike. A momentous occasion and all.”

“Okay.”

Felicity takes out her phone and Oliver has to lean back so her short arms can reach in front of him.

Oliver’s smell is so intoxicating that Felicity almost drops her phone. This man is a serious hottie. She hopes everything she is feeling is not obvious to Oliver. And just before she takes the selfie she looks at him and finds him looking at her. She realises then that this is so much more than just a bike ride. She has been getting to know Oliver these past few days and she has shared a lot more about herself than she would normally after just meeting someone.

“Ready?” Oliver asks.

“So ready!”

This time feels so different to Felicity. She can feel Oliver lean into her a bit more. His abdomen doesn’t feel as tense as if he is afraid she might fall or get hurt. His body language is speaking silent messages to hers to relax. And she finds herself leaning into him a bit more. Instead of gripping his side she relaxes her hands a bit more and holds him more firmly.

“This I can get used to. Anytime, every day, if it is Oliver.” Felicity thinks to herself.

Twenty minutes later they arrive at the shop and Oliver leads Felicity inside.

“These are the three bikes we rode, and I would highly recommend any of them. The choice however is up to you.”

Felicity looks from one bike to the other and can’t seem to decide. They all felt incredible to her but when it comes to what is important in terms of technicality, she is still clueless.

“I have enjoyed each of them and would love all three but can only afford one. You know a lot more about bikes than I do Oliver. Why don’t you choose one for me?”

Oliver stunned at Felicity’s request, shakes his head.

“No, I can’t possibly. I mean this is a lot of money we are talking about. I can only advise.”

“That is why I trust you to make the decision for me. You would know what is best. So, is that a yes?”

As unsure as Oliver is he says yes.

“Okay so that is sorted. When can I come and get it?”

“Give it three days. I will call you when it arrives.”

The next three days Oliver and Felicity don’t see each other. Felicity misses Oliver a lot and realises she has never missed Cooper this much. They have been speaking over text a lot, but she has only known Oliver for a week. How can you miss someone so much? She finds herself daydreaming about him and cannot wait to see him again. She doesn’t want to come across as a love sick teenager but she really wants to see him again.

Just then Oliver calls her, for the first time in three days.

“Just checking if you have changed your mind because there is no going back now.”

“Hell no. I don’t know how I am going to sleep tonight.”

“I have to say the past three days have been very quiet for me. I missed your company.”

“Me to, made me realise how much fun we have been having.”

“Your bike arrived late this afternoon so how about coming over tomorrow morning at 8?”

“Don’t you have to babysit?”

“No, I am available. They decided to put Roxy into a day - care, or let me say Roxy has decided it was time to go to a day-care.”

Felicity laughs remembering how tenacious the little girl was on her last visit.

“Then I will see you tomorrow, but can we make it at 7? I will bring coffee?”

“In that case I can’t refuse you.”

“I would love it if you don’t,” Felicity thinks to herself.

“Okay till tomorrow.”

The next day felicity arrives at seven in the morning with coffee as promised.

Oliver greets her and without thinking takes her hand and leads her inside to a bike covered under a cloth.

“Seeing as this huge decision was left up to me, I decided to get you the Suzuki Marauder GZ125 but I had some extra work done on it. I hope you like it but no pressure.”

“Felicity please brace yourself for your first wheels.”

Oliver pulls off the cloth and Felicity cannot believe her eyes.

In front of her is a much more beautiful version of the Suzuki Marauder they rode earlier on.

“I thought of getting it sprayed a light purple metallic colour. I thought the colour would look great against you. Also, it is light and agile and it is long and low to provide you with a spacious seating position. This and the deeply padded and well contoured saddle ensure a comfortable ride for you and your passenger, especially on the long road.”

“Wow Oliver.” Felicity throws herself into Oliver’s arms.

“This is way better than I could have chosen for myself. I love it! Thank you so much.”

Oliver wraps his arms around Felicity and loves her smell. He has gotten used to having her smell on him long after she has left and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Neither of them break the contact when Felicity decides to not be inappropriate and instead says,

“you are a really good hugger Oliver, Diggle has some serious competition.”

Oliver cannot help but feel so good at her remark. She likes his hugs!

“You should definitely tell John that.”

“I have something else for you.”

Oliver leaves the room leaving Felicity to get onto her new bike.

When Oliver walks in he carries a leather jacket with “SMOAK” embroided on the back.

Felicity who is overwhelmed cannot help it when a tear escapes. And before she can wipe it away Oliver raises his hand and does it for her.

“I hope it doesn’t look that bad or do you have a thing against leather?” Oliver says trying to make her smile.

“No, it’s not that. This is so much more than I could have asked for. You haven’t known me for long, but you have made so much effort with me and now the bike and the jacket. It’s just more than I expected. You believe in me. You don’t even know if I will get this bike thing right or not but you supported me and got me this unbelievable bike. You must believe in me.”

Oliver raises his palm to Felicity’s cheek.

“Why wouldn’t I? You are determined, and you are not alone. You can do anything.”

“Thank you, Oliver.”

Felicity cannot help but close her eyes trying to savour Oliver’s palm against her cheek.

“Are you ready to take your bike on the road? Get that jacket on Smoak.”

Oliver pushes the bike outside and parks it for Felicity.

Oliver tries not to stare at Felicity, but she looks so hot with the leather jacket. It is a sin for a woman to look this good. Today he will work up the guts to ask her on a real date.

The leather feel gives Felicity the confidence and when she gets onto the bike, she feels invincible.

“I am going to sit behind you and then guide your hands and then we will see if we can pull off slowly.”

“You will be with me the whole time right?”

“I will be right here with you. Trust yourself, you’ve got this.”

“Ooh this is heavier than I thought it would be.”

Oliver moves in behind Felicity and for the first time feels her small frame and realises as spunky as Felicity is she is also fragile and small and he instinctively wants to protect her and keep her safe. Suppose that is too late with him teaching her how to ride a bike.

“Nah you’ve got this.” Felicity cannot focus on anything but Oliver’s hands on her waist. Too soon he removes it and places it on Felicity’s hands on the bar.

“So, you keep the clutch in.” Oliver says while showing Felicity.

“That’s the clutch.” Felicity echoes.

“Brake here on your right and the gears are on the left, one down,” Oliver demonstrates by pressing on the lever with his foot.

He puts his chin on her shoulder causing whatever space that was left between them to no longer exist.

“Breathe Felicity, don’t pass out now. Give a little with the clutch and let go a little over here.”

The next moment felicity let’s go too much of the clutch and pulls away causing Oliver to slip of the bike. Oliver runs after her and jumps back on while saying “a little clutch a little break”, trying to talk her through it.

“Okay, okay I can do this.” Felicity says out loud more to herself than to Oliver.

Felicity pulls off again and this time a lot smoother and Oliver slowly let’s go of the handles as Felicity moves forward.

When Felicity gets it right Oliver lets out a loud whoo behind her. She cannot help but be proud of herself.

They drive like that for another few minutes when Felicity brings the bike to a stop.

“Wow that was my first Bike ride. I drove on my own.” she jumps off the bike without putting the lever of the bike out when Oliver does it for her.

Felicity can’t contain her excitement and the minute Oliver gets off the bike she throws herself into his arms.

“Thank you. I did it Oliver. I did it. I am brave and not scared anymore.”

Oliver looks at Felicity and completely happy for her and before he can think twice he moves in to kiss her.

The softest, most intimate kiss and without a doubt one of the best kisses she has ever had.

Oliver pulls away and Felicity wishes she could have paused the moment for so much longer.

“I’m sorry Felicity. I shouldn’t have done that. I just…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Felicity moves in and kisses him back.

This time Oliver leaves no room for regret and savours every moment. He holds her face and deepens the kiss. And then for a moment pulls away and just stares at her, smiles and kisses her again.

They are not sure how long they stand like that, but Felicity doesn’t mind one bit.

“So that happened.” Oliver says and still holding Felicity’s face. Slowly he removes his hands from her face.

“Yes, I am happy it did.”

“Me too. I have been wanting to do that for a while now,” Oliver confesses.

He takes Felicity’s hand; “would you go on a real date with me?”

“And here I thought the time I was spending with you was like a date,” Felicity says coy.

“Oh trust me if I could it would have been. But now it is voiced.”

“Will you?”

“Of course. I just have to make sure. The Cooper guy?”

“Oliver for the three days I didn’t see you I realised how much I wanted to be with you. The one person I thought about was you, not Cooper. I think that says a lot.”

Oliver cannot help smiling.

“I was hoping you would say something like that. I want to get to know you Felicity. I have always been alone on my bike rides but the past three days when I went riding alone just felt empty without you. With you it has become so much better, and I don’t want to go back to that. Would you want to see where this thing between us goes?”

“I would like nothing more Oliver.”

6 months later

Felicity and Oliver are cruising on her bike. Felicity driving while Oliver is holding onto her waist. Not because he must but because he loves how she feels. The past six months they have been spending almost every waking moment together and he just seems to want more. He spoke with John earlier to get his permission to propose to Felicity. Diggle has been the biggest support in their relationship and it felt only right to speak to him before he pops the question to Felicity. He is proposing to Felicity today. His family loves her, he loves her and do not want to spend another day without her being his, completely.

Felicity pulls off to what has become their spot and they get off the bike.

“Babe you are taking your bends so much smoother now, nice control.”

“What can I say? I have an amazing instructor.”

Felicity moves closer to kiss him.

“And he is handsome, and strong, and loving, and perfect.” Felicity whispers against Oliver’s lips.

“Smoak, we might get fined for public indecency.”

“Nothing about this is indecent Oliver. So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I have another excursion coming up and it will last for two months but after that I am thinking about focusing solely on the bike shop. I don’t want to be away from you longer than I must be. I am thoroughly Smoaked.”

I don’t anything else but your happiness. I know I can’t ask you to leave your job, as dangerous as it is. I know you enjoy what you do.”

“I did. What makes me happier is being with you. I want to build on our relationship because I am in it for the long haul.”

Oliver goes down on his one knee in front of Felicity and holds in his hand a beautiful ring that can only mean a proposal.

“Felicity since I met you, my life has changed for better. I know happiness now that I have never known before. I cannot even remember what my life was like before I met you. And I don’t want to imagine what it would be like without you. Felicity make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Felicity goes down on her knees in front of Oliver and places both hands on each side of his face.

“Oliver, you have taught me to be fearless and bold. When I am with you I want to live and live large. I cannot imagine tomorrow without you. Yes Oliver, a thousand times yes.”

“One day you will kiss a man you can’t breathe without and find that breath is of little consequence.” ― Karen Marie Moning

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Apartment 504 — Chapter 3

Summary:

Mark eyed the glass in Jackson’s hand and hesitated. He didn’t know this man. The only time he’d ever talked to him was once when Jackson was intoxicated past the point of coherence, and once after both had returned home at the same time. This man was so loud, so sporadic, so unpredictable, and so unlike anyone Mark would ever want to be around.

But still, after a timid look into Jackson’s hopeful brown eyes, Mark met Jackson’s glass midway, the clink of glass and a shared smile between the two kicking off the start of the night.

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