#they couldn't walk much so we drove around and just took pictures

[cydoesntgettheworld]

CY DOES GET - Garden of the Gods

[wiltedflowerpetals]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Captain John Price's wife, a trained assassin, is about to go on a mission, but she has only one thing on her mind. Her husband. The man who didn't know about her secret job…

⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Words: 2850

Warning: fluff, a bit angsty, death (target got killed)

Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: (you are reading it) | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: Husband And Wife

The next morning, you turned in your bed, arm moving towards John’s side, only to find out that he was not in bed. No. By the smell of coffee that lingered in the air, you knew that he was in the kitchen. You dressed quickly and headed downstairs, finding him at the table with a steaming mug in hand, flipping through a newspaper.

“Morning.” He greeted with a warm smile as you entered the kitchen. His eyes brightened as he saw you, and he set the newspaper down to focus on you.

“Morning.” You replied, returning his smile and walking over to pour yourself a cup of your favorite drink. The aroma was comforting, like a small anchor to normalcy after the day you'd had. “You’re up early.”

“Old habits.” John said with a shrug, taking another sip from his mug. “Couldn't sleep much, so I figured I'd get a head start on the day.”

You nodded, though you wondered if his restlessness had anything to do with you. Did he sense that something was off? You tried to push the thought aside. “Any plans today?”

“Nothing much. Thought I’d get some work done, maybe catch up on a bit of paperwork.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. “What about you?”

You sipped your hot drink, carefully considering your words. “Just some errands around town, then I might drop by the office for a bit. We’ve got a few deadlines coming up.”

John chuckled, shaking his head. “Always working. You should take a day off sometime, you know? Relax a little.”

You smiled softly, appreciating his concern. “I’ll try to remember that.”

As the day wore on, you found yourself reflecting on the life you’d built with John. Your marriage was strong, built on love and trust… Trust that you were constantly betraying by keeping your true self hidden. Only because you wanted to protect him from your job. The world you operated in was dangerous, filled with secrets and lies, and the less John knew, the safer he would be.

In the afternoon, you decided to step out to run the errands you’d mentioned earlier. You kissed John’s and left, promising to be back soon. As you drove through the streets of your neighborhood, your thoughts drifted back to Kate’s visit. It had gone well, but the pressure was building. How much longer could you keep this up?

You stopped at a small park on your way back home, needing a moment to clear your head. Sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, you watched as families played with their children, couples walked hand in hand, and joggers passed by with their headphones in. It was a picture of a peaceful and normal life… A life you never had.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You grabbed it and glanced at the screen, seeing a message from an unknown number. You read the brief text: We need to talk. Usual place. 1900.

You frowned, recognizing the message. It was from one of your CIA contacts. You took a deep breath, quickly typing out a response. You were used to it by now, but the timing couldn’t have been worse. You needed to find a way to slip out tonight without raising John’s suspicions.

When you returned home, John was still in his study. You paused at the doorway, watching him for a moment. He looked so peaceful, so content in his element.

“You’re back.” John said, looking up with a smile as he noticed you standing there.

“Yeah, just finished up.” You replied, stepping into the room. “How’s your day going?”

“Not bad.” He said, leaning back in his chair. “Got a lot done. I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner tonight, you know, to unwind a bit. What do you think?”

Your heart sank. John rarely suggested going out. But tonight, of all nights, he’d chosen to go on a small little date with you. Great… You couldn’t refuse without arousing suspicion, but you also couldn’t afford to miss the meeting.

“That sounds nice.” You said carefully, already trying to figure out a way to work around it. “But how about we raincheck for tomorrow? I’m a little tired from running around all day.”

John studied you for a moment, eyes filled with concern. “You sure you’re alright? You’ve seemed a bit off since yesterday.”

You stepped closer to him. “I’m fine, really. Just a little worn out. Tomorrow would be better, I think. We could make it a proper date night.”

He reached out, taking your hand and pulling you onto his lap. “Alright, if you’re sure. Tomorrow it is.”

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Of course you felt guilty, but you had no other choice. “Thank you.” You whispered, kissing his neck softly. “For understanding.”

“Always.” John murmured, holding you close. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

You closed your eyes, wishing more than anything that you could tell him the truth, that you didn’t have to hide this part of yourself from the man you loved. But you couldn’t - you wouldn’t - risk his safety for your own peace of mind.

Later that evening, after you’d shared a quiet dinner at home, you waited until John had settled into the living room with a book before making your move. You casually mentioned needing to check on something at the office, using one of your excuses. John offered to come with you, but you gently declined, insisting it wouldn’t take long.

He kissed you goodbye, watching as you left with a small smile, completely unaware of the true nature of your errand.

You drove through the city. The usual place was a parking garage downtown, one of the many locations you used for these kinds of meetings. You arrived a few minutes early, parking in a shadowy corner and waiting.

A black SUV pulled up next to your car shortly after, and a man in a dark suit stepped out, his expression serious. You recognized him immediately - Agent Daniels, one of your primary contacts at the CIA.

“Evening, Mrs. Price.” He greeted you with a curt nod.

“Daniels.” You replied. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve got a situation.” He said, handing you a slim folder. “A high-value target is back on the grid. We need you to handle it.”

You opened the folder, scanning the information quickly. The target was a known arms dealer with ties to several terrorist organizations - a dangerous man with a long list of enemies. “This is a priority?”

“Top priority.” Daniels confirmed. “He’s planning to move a shipment in the next 48 hours. We need to shut it down before it reaches its destination.”

You nodded, already planning your approach. “What’s the location?”

“He’s holed up in a compound outside of the city. We’ve got a team on standby, but you’ll be leading the operation.”

You closed the folder, meeting his gaze. You sighed, not wanting to lead the operation as it meant that you also had to lead a team. You preferred to work alone, but apparently you had no other choice. “… Understood. I’ll take care of it.”

Daniels gave you a brief, approving nod. “Good. You’ll be briefed on the full details tomorrow morning. Be ready.”

With that, he got back into the SUV and drove off, leaving you alone in the garage. You took a deep breath. This was just another mission, another job to complete. But as you started your car and headed home, you had one thought. Balancing your secret life was becoming harder by the day, and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep the two worlds from colliding.

When you returned home, John was still in the living room, dozing lightly with the book resting on his chest. You paused in the doorway, watching him sleep, heart heavy.

You approached quietly, taking the book from his hands and setting it on the table. He stirred, opening his eyes slightly. “You’re back.” he mumbled, half-asleep.

“Yeah.” You whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “Go to bed, honey.”

He nodded groggily, allowing you to help him up. As you made your way upstairs, you felt the familiar pang of guilt, stronger than ever. You loved him more than anything, and yet, every day you deceived him, kept him in the dark about who you really were.

You two crawled into bed, and John pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as if he could protect you from the world. But he didn’t know the truth - that it was you who was protecting him, shielding him from the bad guys during his missions.

The next morning, you were up before dawn. You moved quietly through the house, careful not to wake John as you gathered your gear. Today’s mission was critical, and you couldn’t afford any mistakes. As you pulled on your tactical suit, your mind focused on the task ahead. There was no room for doubt or hesitation.

Before leaving, you slipped back into the bedroom, where John was still fast asleep. You stood by the bed for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He looked so peaceful, so unaware of the dangerous things you were doing and going to do. Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, whispering, “I love you” before turning to leave.

The drive to the briefing location was uneventful. The compound outside the city was heavily guarded, and the target was known for being ruthless. But you’d faced worse.

When you arrived at the location, Daniels and the rest of the team were already there. They were gathered around a large table covered in maps and surveillance photos. You walked in, nodding to them.

“Glad you could make it.” Daniels said as you approached. “We’re ready to go over the plan.”

You nodded again, stepping up to the table. “Let’s get started.”

The briefing was quick and to the point. The target was using the compound as a staging area for an arms deal that could supply a dangerous faction with enough firepower to destabilize an entire region. The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate, neutralize the target, and destroy the shipment before it could be moved.

But as with all things in your line of work, the reality would be far more complex. The compound was well-fortified, with multiple layers of security and heavily armed guards. The risk was high, but so were the stakes.

“I’ll lead the assault team.” You said as you went through the details. “We’ll go in at night, under the cover of darkness. We’ll need to move quickly and quietly.”

Daniels nodded. “Agreed. We can’t afford to tip them off before we’re in position.”

The team spent the rest of the day preparing, double-checking equipment, and going over the plan until everyone knew their roles by heart. You kept your mind focused on the mission, pushing aside any thoughts of John and the life you’d have to return to after this was over. Now was not the time to think about it. You couldn't afford distractions. The mission required your full attention.

As night fell, the team geared up and prepared to move out. You stood with your team, your expression calm and composed. This was the part of your life you had to keep separate from John, the part he could never know about.

“Alright, everyone.” You said. “We go in fast and quiet. Stick to your roles, and we’ll get this done. Let’s move.”

The team moved out in silence; their vehicles drove them towards the compound. The tension in the air was palpable. This was what you were trained for, what you were good at. Every detail of the mission played out in your head as you approached your target.

When you arrived at the outskirts of the compound, the team disembarked, moving swiftly into position. You led the way, your movements precise. You reached the perimeter, where you signaled for the team to hold. From their vantage point, you could see the guards patrolling the area, their weapons at the ready.

“Snipers, take out the perimeter guards on my mark.” You whispered into your comm. “We move in as soon as they’re down.”

There was a tense silence as you waited for the right moment. You counted the seconds in your head, timing their approach perfectly. Then, with a single command, the silence was shattered by the sound of sniper rifles. The guards dropped one by one.

“Move.” You ordered, and the team advanced, slipping through the shadows as you made your way deeper into the compound.

The mission unfolded with ruthless efficiency. The team moved like a well-oiled machine, each member playing their part flawlessly. You encountered resistance as you closed in on the target, but you were relentless.

As you breached the main building, you found the target in a makeshift command center, surrounded by his most trusted men. The firefight that ensued was intense, but you were unstoppable. In a matter of minutes, the room was cleared, and the target lay dead at your feet.

“Target neutralized.” You reported, your voice steady as you stood over the body.

“Good work.” Daniels replied over the comms. “Proceed with the secondary objective.”

You and your team quickly moved to the storage area, where you found the shipment of weapons. It was an impressive cache, enough to equip a small army. You planted the charges, setting the timer to ensure you had enough time to get clear.

“Charges set.” You confirmed. “We’re heading out.”

The team made their way back to the extraction point, the sound of distant explosions rumbling behind them as the charges detonated. The mission had been a success, but there was no time for celebration. You had to get out of the area before any reinforcements arrived.

As you reached the extraction point, sighed in relief. The mission was over, and soon you would be back home with John, back to the life you were desperately trying to protect.

The ride back was quiet, the team too exhausted to talk. You leaned your head back against the seat, closing your eyes for a moment. You thought of John, wondering if he was still up, if he was waiting for you. You couldn’t wait to see him, to feel his arms around you, after this mission.

When you finally returned to the base, you debriefed with Daniels and the rest of the team. As soon as the formalities were over, you took a shower fast and changed your clothes, before you headed straight for your car.

The drive home was a fast. All you could think about was John and your bed. As you pulled into the driveway, you noticed that the lights were still on in the house. John was still up, waiting for you. Your heart swelled with emotion as you stepped out of the car and made your way to the front door.

When you walked inside, you found John in the living room, sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as you entered, a relieved smile spreading across his face.

“You’re back.” He said, standing up to greet you.

You smiled, feeling the weight of the day’s events start to lift as she crossed the room and wrapped your arms around him. “I’m back.”

John held you close, his embrace warm and comforting. “I was starting to worry. Everything alright at the office?”

“Yeah.” You lied smoothly, pulling back to look at him. “Just some last-minute issues, but it’s all sorted now.”

He studied you for a moment, his eyes searching yours. “You sure you’re okay? You seem… tense.”

“I’m fine.” You tried to assure him. “Just tired, that’s all.”

John nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Come on, let’s go to bed. You need to rest.”

He kissed your forehead and smelled your hair for a second. “Did you shower?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, there was a small smoothie incident at work. It was everywhere.” You lied at him, walking with him upstairs as he chuckled.

You changed into your pajamas and crawled into bed beside him. John pulled you close, his presence reminding you of what you were fighting for.

As you lay there in the darkness, listening to the sound of his breathing. The mission was over, and you were lucky that he wasn’t suspicious of any of your lies. But the fear still lingered in the back of your mind. The fear, that one day, John would find out the truth, and everything you’d worked so hard to protect would come crashing down.

But for tonight, you allowed to savor the warmth of John’s embrace and the quiet peace of your home. Tomorrow, you would face whatever challenges came your way. But tonight, you were just (Y/N) Price, the woman who loved her husband more than anything in the world.

And that was enough.

🔖 Taglist: @starriestarlight

Masterlist ❀ Askbox/Requests ✿ Navigation

Reblogs and comments are appreciated.( ‘ω’ )

© nanamisflowerfield/wiltedflowerpetals. Do not repost, rewrite, plagiarize my work.

[nikitaxlee]

All Yours?/ Possessive/Obsessive Felix X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Obsessive/Jealous/Possessive Felix, Smut, kinky sex, Mentions of murder. Light breeding.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Please feel free to request anything for I am new and need ideas.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were plagued on felix's mind 24/7. He constantly thought about you, and was inextricably obsessed with you. "Fuck, baby, just like that. Right there- Holy shit, Fuck I'm cumming all over those pretty tits."

Felix had his phone in his right hand as he jerked himself off to a picture on your Instagram. You had a nice top with a lower neckline but not to much. You had tagged Felix due to the fact he had taken the photo. How could he not jump at the chance to have a photo of you. Especially in moments like this when he craved sweet release.

"Shit, Mommy, I can't, I fucking can't hold out any longer, I-I Need it I need you, baby." Finally he released his load all over his hand and phone.

As he came down from his high, Post-nut clarity hit him hard. He realized he had a date with you this afternoon and needed to shower and get ready. He put on an nice white, linen button up, unbuttoning the first few buttons enough to show his defined collarbone. He grabbed his phone, which he had cleaned off, and wallet and walked out the door to his car.

As he drove to the cafe he played one of your playlists while imagining blowing your back out to one of them. As he arrived to the cafe he noticed your undeniable beauty sitting at a table with a guy.

Wait... With a guy? That couldn't be right. Felix was the only guy who could speak to you. Make you smile. And even just look at your sexy features. Felix rushed to the scene. 'I'm about to kill this fucking asshole, who the fuck does he think he is? He should know a pretty girl like my Y/N is taken.'

"Y/N? Ready to go?"

"Oh! Hey babe! Meet Salomon, he's from Australia as well! Brisbane actually!" You said as you shot Salomon a smile.

"Oh, cool. That's really cool. But we should go now. We have a date planned." Felix said as he gave Salomon a fake sincere smile.

'I don't know how much I can fucking take before I snap.'

"Bye Salomon! I'll talk to you later." You said as you waved goodbye.

Later. What the fuck does she mean by later. There is no later.

And you too continued walking

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

4 Hours later

Felix walked into the scene of you sitting on the couch tapping away on your fun happily. He enjoyed seeing you smile in his presence. He wanted you to be happy with him all the time.

"Whatcha doing babe, Playing a game?" Asked Felix.

"Yeah, Something like that."

Felix went to cook dinner for the 2 of you to finish up such a wonderful day. He heard you giggle in the next room over. Then he heard it again, then again, and once more, again. He finally decided to check on you to see what was so funny. He silently crept up from behind in hopes he could see what you were doing

He noticed you were texting someone and at first he thought it was one of your friends. Until he noticed the contact name.

'Salomon <3'

He snatched your phone out of your hands as rage overcame him. "What the fuck Y/N, What makes you think you can just go about texting another man when you have a boyfriend right here that would love to talk to you." He sounded genuinely hurt and offended that you would even think about another man around him. So you felt bad.

"I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you would be so offended, I was just bonding with-"

"NO, this is our time together." With that he grabbed by the neck and pulled you in to kiss him. The kiss hushed some of his terrible thoughts about killing Salomon but he could still feel the jealousy.

Felix laid you down onto the couch as he took off the tanktop he was wearing. He let out a deep whimper as you caressed his abs.

"Mhm- Fuckkk please touch me Y/N, Show me your mine, Show me I can put a baby in you. Show me I can fuck you better than he would ever. Show me I'm all yours."

You slipped your hand into his pants as you felt him up. You moaned as you felt his cock pulsing waiting to be used.

"Baby, please, I can't wait. Let me just put it in, Let me fuck a baby into you so everybody knows I'm yours as you are mine. So Salomon knows he will NEVER get you as long as I'm around."

You nodded as he pulled down his sweats and boxers and started jerking off his cock. He honestly felt bad he didn't eat you out or at least finger you, but this was you punishment for even thinking of another guy.

As he pushed in, inch by inch, you let out a high pitched moan. He started fucking deep and slow.

"Yes babe, yes take it. Take it all. Suck up all my cum with that tight, needy hole. I want you to be pregnant by the end of this month."

He picked up the pace and kept waves of pleasure moving through you. He know every nook and cranny, every spot, every detail, and he knew that he would make you cum harder than any other bastard that even dared to try. But he knew they wouldn't, because they'd be dead. As you moaned his name you felt him pulse inside of you cueing he was cumming. Suddenly he slammed his hand onto the end of the couch and pounded you.

"Cum, Cum for me, cum so fuckin- ahhh, yes, yes, yes"

He moaned as he released inside of you causing you to orgasm. As you both came down from your high. Felix gave you a deep, passionate kiss before saying, "Mine."

He carried you up to the shower before running it for you and hopping in.

"Y/N, You know I love you so much and I'm serious about putting a baby in you."

"Slow your roll pretty boy, You need to marry me first."

"I guess I will then."

[thisismeracing]

mick + memories + angst. (i'm in the mood to cry over him right now) AND ANYWAY CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K HONEYYY TOTALLY DESERVED!!!<33

Memories | MS47

⸺ star-crossed lovers. ✓ mentions of pregnancy.

⁕ one word, a thousand stories blurb night (CLOSED) ⁕ my masterlist and my taglist

When Mick showed up at Yn's family's doorstep on Thanksgiving after three years apart, he had hoped that by seeing his face she would be reminded that maybe it wasn't over. That there was some kind of hope because sure thing there was still love.

He hugged those who used to be his in-laws, her mother complaining about how quiet he went after the breakup, how much they missed him, and her dad telling him that secretly he still watched all his races. For a second, it felt as if nothing had changed, as if things could fit back together into the old picture it was, except they couldn't, and Mick was reminded of it the second Yn showed up in the living room.

One exchanged look and all the memories passed in front of them like a movie. Yn's yellow sundress fitting perfectly on her pregnant belly, her skin glowing, her hair shorter than when they used to date, her nails still painted neon colors, and the small pendant he gave her still there, except it didn't rest close to her heart on a chain anymore, but on a small bracelet almost hidden along random ones she used to collect from travels, it was also dimmed by the diamond ring on her finger. It had everything to be his favorite view, his favorite movie, maybe in another dimension he could pretend they were together, that she was pregnant with his kid, that she still wore his pendant on a neckless, that her neon nails would scratch his head by the end of the day.

"H-hi, Mick," she smiled. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone soft, her curious gaze drinking every inch of him.

"Hey," he got up from the couch, his heart hammering on his chest.

Yn's parents found an excuse and left the room giving them their so much-needed space.

"I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited, but I- do you remember the peach tree we planted together back on my family's ranch?" he asked, and Yn nodded, though Mick was looking through the windows. "Last week it finally grew its first peach, and I was reminded of you, of us- I couldn't fight it in, couldn't stay away."

She took a small step towards him, but Mick shook his head. "Never mind, I'm sorry. I'll-" he wanted to state he would find someone like her, but Mick would be lying if he said it out loud because deep down he knew he would never find someone like her, just like Yn knew she would never find someone like him.

They were star-crossed lovers.

"I wish nothing but the best for you, Schatzi," he whispered watching her hands caress her mid-pregnancy belly.

Yn sniffed, letting tears cascade her face rolling down like dominoes and taking away the dust from the memories she buried deep in her heart, "I wish you the same, Micky." She wanted to add that she wished it was with him, that she wished life had been fair with them, that in another life she would be his girl. His treasure, and only his.

"Don't forget me," he begged, and though he felt like a selfish wish, Mick wanted to be reminded, especially because he would never forget.

The front door opened and her husband walked inside with her brother who ran to Mick telling him how much he missed the German around.

"Babe, we drove hours, but I found your craving," Ian, the husband, held a plastic bag in front of Yn with a proud smile on his face.

Mick watched the scene unfold. Watched her smile brightly at him, watched her give him the kind of hug he would receive a couple years back. Watched her silently love him almost like he once was loved. "Thank you," Yn whispered, planting a kiss in the corner of Ian's lips.

When they turned to Mick and her brother, Yn smiled. "I'll remember." It was her answer, her promise. She would love others, and she would live a happy life, but she would never forget him.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: It's not even THAT sad, but I'm on my period so I almost cried writing it LOL anyways, clearly wrote it while listening to Someone Like You by Adele. Also, it felt more like fluff than angsty, and for that I am sorry! But I hope you like itttt <3 thanks for the request and endless support *mwah*

[starlightsuffered]

My Boyfriend’s Sister’s Boyfriend

Warnings - panic attack

I woke up with a pounding headache to my ring tone. I looked at my phone to see it was my mother. I groaned as I answered.

"Hey," I croaked.

"I have wonderful news!" She squealed. Her shrill excitement hurt my ears.

"Not so loud please," I said.

"Sorry, it's just so amazing. You have to promise not to tell," she requested.

"I promise," I said, laying back down and throwing an arm over my eyes.

"Dillon is going to propose, he got a ring!" I sat up immediately. Marriage? He thought we were marriage material? I felt like I couldn't catch my breath.

"I can't wait. My best friend will be my co-mother-in-law! We'll be together at all the family gatherings. Your father is so excited. "

My heart was going a mile a minute. I was panting. My mother kept going on and on.

"I've got to go," I choked out. I'd let her think I was overwhelmed with emotion, which in a way I was. The emotion wasn't happiness though.

My breath was coming in short bursts. My vision was blurring. I couldn't breath! Panic was washing over me. I hugged myself, rocking back and forth. This couldn't happen. I wasn't ready, I didn't even want to, but I'd be disappointing everyone. I'd gone out with him out of convenience. I was still with him out of an urge to not disappoint him and my family. What was I going to do?

The panic attack lasted until I began to dig my nails into my palm to ground myself. I would just find a way to avoid it. I wonder how my mother knew?

My thoughts wandered to Timothée. Each time I'd tried to picture walking down an aisle to Dillon, Timothée ended up being there instead. Last night had changed me. I didn't think I was a person who fantasized about cheating, I didn't think I was a person who believed in love at first sight. This was all so surreal.

I needed to get my mind off of this. I went to get ready. I headed out the door. I didn't quite know what I was going to do. I drove down to a cute section of the city that had up fairy lights. There was always stuff to do around here.

'Cooking class' was advertised on a sign. Apparently some famousish chef was from here and she'd come to offer classes around town for only $50. It sounded like fun, and I needed to advance my knowledge anyway, I usually made the same meals over and over.

I went in and paid. They told me where to go, and I made my way to the room. The teacher was a middle aged lady with a kind smile.

"I'm so glad you joined, we have someone in need of a partner."

I nearly dropped my bag when I saw who was sitting at the table with a vacant seat. Timothée also seemed surprised to see me. I walked over, as if I were in a dream.

"Hi," I said sheepishly.

"What are the odds of this?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Slim to none," I replied. It seemed the chances of everything that involved him were slim to none

"You're supposed to put on an apron," he said, gesturing to a pile. I took one off the pile and slipped it over my head. I sensed someone was near me and I saw Timothée had come over.

"Let me tie it for you," he said with a smile. We both seemed to know what this meant. It was an unneeded gesture. We just wanted an excuse to touch one another.

I turned around slowly. I felt his fingers brush my back as he tied my apron. I had to hold back a shudder.

I turned around and faced him. We held eye contact until the teacher gave us instructions. It was obvious Timothée and I were out of our league. I'd hoped this would be a starter dish, but it was elaborate.

"I think I put in too much salt," Timothée giggled.

"Maybe she'll force you to eat the whole thing as a punishment," I whispered back.

"Students, why are we laughing? The art of measuring is no laughing matter," the teacher said and Timothée and I were struggling to hold in our laughter. The teacher was very self absorbed, and took this whole thing way to seriously. We were also pretty sure she was faking her accent.

"The art of measuring," Timothée mocked under his breath, in an exaggerated accent. I could barely hold it in.

"Your laugh is cute," he said, and I felt my cheeks heat.

"Yours is dorky, but in a good way," I told him. He pretended to be offended.

"You're telling me, Timothée Chalamet, star of the little theater down the road, coach of elementary soccer, that his laugh is dorky?" He asked.

"Sorry, I didn't know I was dealing with such an accomplished celebrity," I laughed.

"Soon, I'm going to add master chef to the list," he said, pointing to his absolutely tragic looking dish.

"A well deserved title in deed," I chuckled.

After a couple minutes of silence, I asked him a question.

"Do you really do plays near here?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's a little theater like a mile away, I audition for most of their stuff."

"Anything showing right now," I asked.

"No, but we're prepping. In like a week we're premiering with Willy Wonka, I'm Wonka," he told me.

"You could-" he said at the same time I said "Could I."

"You go first," he said generously.

"I was going ask if I could come or if that would be weird," I said.

"I was just going to say you could come if you wanted. I'd love to have you there," he said excitedly.

"It'll be weird for Willy Wonka to be hot, I watched the old one all the time as a kid," I said off-handedly.

"Ohh?" He asked, innuendo laced in his tone. I realized what I had said.

"So you think I'm hot?" He said, and he knew it was dangerous. He knew the answer and this was worrisome territory. I looked at him and his eyes were dark. I bit my lip, and I watched as his eyes dropped to my lips.

"I think-"

I was saved from answering by the teacher telling us to bring up our final product. I grabbed my dish, moving to the front quickly, to avoid Timothée's questioning eyes.

I got a better assessment than Timothée did. The teacher looked absolutely disgusted by his dish. She told him he was hopeless. We were now outside in the heat of the setting Sun, laughing about it over ice cream.

"You've got some on your lip," he said suddenly, and lifted his thumb to wipe it off. I was transfixed for a moment as I looked at him. The setting Sun cast him in a warm glow, he was practically luminous. I felt my heart beat quicken. It felt like I'd known him years. It also felt like my his heart was a magnet for mine, so attracted to its mate that it nearly pulled itself from my chest.

"I should probably be going," he said, having held his thumb to my lips for far too long.

"Alright," I said. This was the hardest part, the goodbye, because we knew neither of us wanted to say goodbye. We wanted to stay with each other forever if possible. Why did we have to meet at this point in our lives?

[cloveswifey]

MatchMaker

Parings: Fezco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Cute fluff, rue being a hard y/n x fez shipper.

Words: 0.7k

Type: Fluff

Y/N and Rue have been best friends since their middle school days. The two girls were inseparable, always giggling and having heart-to-heart conversations about life.

As they entered high school, they made a new friend in Fez, who they met through Rue. Fez was a charming and charismatic guy who quickly won their hearts over.

"This is Fez," Rue announced, as we stood inside Fezco's store.

"Yo," he said, nodding his head as he rolled up a joint.

"Hello," I said, nervously smiling at him. "I'm Y/N." I couldn't help but notice how handsome his face was.

Over time, Y/N started to develop feelings for Fez, but she was too shy to admit them to him or even Rue. Rue, on the other hand, was the biggest Fez and Y/N shipper alive. She was always dropping hints to Fez about Y/N, hoping that he would pick up on them and make a move. But Fez was always oblivious to her subtle suggestions.

Time felt like it had come to a standstill for Y/N when Fezco arrived at school with a beautiful blonde by his side.

"Yo, Rue, Y/N," he said, nodding towards us. But Y/N couldn't help but notice the uncomfortable look the girl was giving them. It was a mixture of "stay away from him" and "I know not to fuck with you."

The girl introduced herself as Charlotte, and for a brief moment, it seemed like Fezco had found himself a great girlfriend.

However, their relationship was short-lived, as Fezco walked in on Charlotte on top of Nate Jacobs, who ended up getting his face smashed in.

One day, the group decided to go on a fun adventure to the beach. They packed their bags, loaded up the car, and drove off into the sunset.

As they arrived, the three of them raced to the water, splashing in the waves like little kids.

"I challenge you to a race!" Rue exclaimed excitedly, taking off her shorts and running towards the ocean.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Fezco laughed in response to Rue's challenge.

I also laughed and quickly followed Rue, ready for the race. But as I took my shorts off, I noticed Fezco looking at me strangely. I shrugged it off, assuming it was just my own paranoia.

They took silly pictures, built sandcastles and enjoyed some yummy snacks together.

While sitting on the beach and enjoying the sunset, Rue turned to Y/N and nudged her playfully. "So, Y/N, when are you going to make a move on Fez?" she teased, causing Y/N to blush furiously.

"Come on, he's so into you!" Rue added.

Fez, who had been listening intently, turned to Y/N and smiled. "She's right, you know. I've actually had feelings for you for a long time," he said, taking her hand in his.

From that day on, Y/N and Fez became inseparable. They went on cute dates and shared many special moments together. Their little trio became an unstoppable force, with Rue always happy to see her two best friends together. Everyone around them could see how much they loved each other, even before they admitted it.

As Y/N and Fez got closer, they learned that their friendship had evolved into something much deeper. They fell deeply in love with each other, and it was the happiest they'd ever been. Rue, who was always there for them, had no problem taking a back seat to let her friends enjoy their romance.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, and Y/N and Fez only grew more inseparable. Their love story had been long in the making, and it was clear that they were meant to be. From that day on, they knew that their bond was something truly special, something that would stand the test of time. And Rue, who had played such a crucial role in their love story, was happy to have witnessed it all.

[mercurygray]

Apologies Owing

Well, they're finally here - the pilots, that is. The base's WACs have some opinions they'd like to share.

A follow up to this piece - and an announcement! I'll be trying to post all of Cord's drabbles on AO3 at Pavilioned In the Fields.

--

The talk over dinner was about nothing but the officers.

There was no consensus yet, it seemed, over who was the handsomest. Netta was stumping for Brady, the one who'd ridden his fort straight into a rut in the middle of the airfield and had walked away without a scratch, but Anita and Mary Dacre both wanted to speak of no one but DeMarco - or rather, the dog he'd brought with him, who had kindly consented to pets and treats and much crooning while his owner stood by and beamed at himself for the genius idea of getting the husky to find his Friday night dates for him. (Mae, too, seemed taken by the idea of the dog, though she was a little too world-wise to let the pup's gorgeous blue eyes win her over to his owner.)

"I liked the one that blew us a kiss," Nina said, almost loyally, still mooning into her soup about it nearly three hours later, elbow firmly planted on the table while she started wistfully into space. "What'd you say his name was, Phoebe?"

"Biddick," Phoebe said, wisely taking the middle road and saying nothing about anything apart from name, rank and serial number, reaching around Nina's elbow for the salt. "Curtis Biddick. Flies with Richard Snyder."

"The one who looks like Leslie Howard?" Becky looked like that was more her speed. "Now there's a man I'd let do a few close maneuvers."

"Curtis Biddick," Nina smiled dreamily, staring off into space obviously having heard nothing Becky had said. "It was so romantic."

"You gotta watch out for boys like that, Nina, they're usually more trouble than they're worth," Mae said, locking eyes with Phoebe across the table and exchanging abbreviated smiles.

"You all can have fun with the squaddies, but I feel like aiming a little higher," Ethel said with a cutthroat grin, inspecting the arch of her brow in the convex of her soup spoon. "That blonde who drove in with Major Egan looks like he really could be in pictures."

"Cleven," Phoebe supplied, before anyone could ask. "Major Gale Cleven. He's Egan's best friend, apparently. He came up to tower, didn't he, Cord? With Major Egan and Demarco?"

"He did," Cord said, non-committal while she wiped some sauce off the corner of her mouth and considered whether she wanted to try chasing down the last of her peas. "Seemed nice enough."

"Hmmm." Ethel looked unimpressed, and perhaps a little put out that Cord, of all people, had gotten an eye in to the main chance that she clearly couldn't appreciate properly. "Nice enough to have a girl at home?"

But no one ventured an answer for her - the half of the table that was facing the doorway all clammed up at same time as the man himself approached the table, uniform immaculate and blond hair swept just so over his very handsome face. The table stood up as one, Nina accidentally flinging her spoon into her bowl with a clatter.

"Ladies. Was wondering if I might have a word alone with Lieutenant Callaway." His voice was all gravitas and gravel, and Ethel looked like she'd die of envy the way she was glaring across the table at her lieutenant.

Mae's eyes, on the other hand, flashed with delight, and Cord looked around the table to see that nearly everyone else was smiling the way girls smiled when they thought you had something to keep a secret about. She felt hot with betrayal. Now just what do you all think - "I think we're all finished, Major, we can leave," Mae offered, gesturing to the rest of the table to get going. "We'll catch you up, Cord." Mae promised, beaming back at her friend, following the rest of the group out the door and back to barracks.

Cord took a breath and studied her shoes for a moment, hoping that none of that heat had made it to her face, and Cleven hadn't seen any of their hinting smiles - or heard what Ethel had just said. She waited until the crowd cleared the door to speak. "Sir?"

"Seems I owe you an apology, Lieutenant."

Whatever she'd been expecting him to say ...wasn't that. "…What for, sir?"

Cleven's gaze was patient, though it looked like that patience was being tested a little at the moment. "Whatever John's done here for the last month."

It took Cord more than a moment to realize he was talking about Bucky Egan. She'd plumb forgotten his first name was John, if she'd ever known it at all. He introduced himself to everyone as Bucky. "…that's very kind of you, Major Cleven, but I'm not sure that's your apology to make, sir."

"Well, a fellow can try." He smiled - a brief thing - and Cord realized why Ethel thought he'd do well in movies. Underneath those baby blue eyes ran some very, very still waters. Well, they'd have to be, to have Egan for a friend. "He - he means well, usually. He's just not…real good at thinking things through sometimes."

You can say that again. "That's…not a quality one looks for in an executive officer, if you don't mind me saying, sir."

Cleven chuckled - a sound Cord was getting the impression most people didn't hear very often. "No, it most certainly is not. But he has others - a damn fine flyer, a good man to have with you in a fight, and a - a good friend."

The quiet fortitude was growing on her - a strong contrast to Egan's boisterous take-all-comers antics. And he'd come here, when he didn't have to, when nothing said he even needed to, to apologize, on the sole basis of one meeting this morning where she'd stood her ground and been short with his friend. He noticed things, Major Cleven did - and that counted for something. "He must be, to have you making apologies for him on your first day here."

Again, the smallest of smiles. "He'd do the same, if it had been me that had stepped wrong. I'm just trying to…pay the favor forward." He took a breath, and looked at his shoes. "He, ah - he mentioned you were from Ohio."

"Dayton," Cord supplied, wondering when this had turned from an apology into an interview.

"Pretty prime flying country out there at Wright-Patterson," Cleven said quietly, glancing at her with softly curious eyes.

"Yes, sir, it is. I practically grew up there - my dad worked on the base, as an engineer. Worked pretty close with the test pilots."

"Is that how you got into the tower?"

"More or less, sir."

"Heard Brady say you were the calmest voice alive, talking him in today."

The 'for a woman' that had doubtless followed the original comment went unsaid, and Cord measured out her own smile. "Well, there's two types of pilots, sir - those who've had a belly landing, and -"

"-those who will." Cleven finished the old chestnut with a smile. "They teach you a lot about belly landings in Dayton, Lieutenant?"

Cord took a deep breath, remembering the rumbling, skating feeling of the plane underneath her, the nameless terror that the brakes no longer worked and her steering was in God's hands, waiting endlessly while the machine skidded heavily to a halt and she planned her exits, preparing to make a run for it. "A fair bit, sir."

"Hopefully we won't give you any more." He caught her gaze and held it. "Let me know, if he gives you any more trouble? We can't have our controller off her game."

She looked him in the eye and knew, instinctively, that he meant that, and if she said something, he would take her at her word - something not too many men on this base would do. That counted for something, too. "You'll be the first person I tell, Major."

He nodded, glad to be heard and understood, and turned to leave, before thinking of one last thing. "And maybe you'll let your friend know the girl at home is named Marge?" His smile was nearly imperceptible, and Cord almost laughed to see it. So he had heard. That's a very dry sense of humor you have there, sir. "Wouldn't want anyone …getting the wrong idea."

She nodded, happy that there was something here she could do for him. Oh, we're going to get along so well. "Of course, sir." Well, Ethel, serves you right. She could just see the other woman's face when she told her that Cleven was definitely off the market.

The understanding, it seemed, was mutual - Cleven gave a little nod and put his hand in his pocket. "Enjoy your evening, Lieutenant."

"And you, Major."

He went back outside, and Cord's eye followed him through the windows to the group of pilots joking and laughing in the road outside, probably getting ready to go into town. What reason could he have given for stopping in the mess hall? Or maybe he didn't need one. Egan hooked his arm around his friend's shoulders, and Cord caught a glimpse, again, of Cleven's fleeting smile - wider now, laughing with his friends as they set off for the village and the pub. And they're best friends? Well, they do say opposites attract.

Cord tidied her seat and exited the mess, surprised to see Mae was sitting on the bench outside the mess, apparently waiting. She got up as Cord stepped outside, grinning from ear to ear. "A word alone with Lieutenant Callaway, huh? You got something you want to share with the class, Cord?"

"Oh, buzz off, Mae. He just wanted to -" She paused, feeling, suddenly, that the apology was not for public consumption. "To thank me, for helping Brady land."

Mae nodded, a little impressed with the new Major. "The way she's going, I think Netta's gonna thank you too."

--

You can read more of Cord here on tumblr at her tag.

[eternalsams]

I see your requests are open. Single dad Fanboy has a close call at work and comes home to his child(ren)

Hi! I love Fanboy so much, this is so cute!

My Whole Heart ⇴ M.Garcia

pairing: mickey garcia x daughter!OC (Lola Garcia)

warning/content: mention of death, fluff, single dad Mickey, a tiny bit of angst

summary: When Mickey sees his whole life flash before his eyes during training, he realizes just how much his little girl means to him.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: English isn't my first language so please take that into consideration.

masterlist

The never-ending beeping would still ring in his head when he opened his locker. He hasn't spoken a word since he put a foot on the tarmac after that scare they had up there. Payback tried to talk to him, he was his back-seater, he had to take care of him and guilt was gnawing at him for risking his life like that. He knew Fanboy had family waiting for his return and that he almost got him killed terrified him. He couldn't imagine himself carrying that folded flag and facing Mickey's parents and the little Lola when he'd have to announce his death.

Mickey quickly changed in his regular clothes and stared a bit too long at the picture hung in his locker, feeling his heart squeeze tight in his chest. "Lieutenant Garcia?" A man's voice called for him from behind the locker room's door. "You're expected in the medical area to run some tests." Mickey sighed and swallowed thickly before slamming his locker shut and leaving the locker room. Payback watched him leave, remorseful of the events of the day. When he got to the medical area, a nurse was waiting for him. She checked his blood pressure, his pupil dilation, his reflexes but everything seemed in order. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and apologized to the nurse before taking his phone out. He immediately recognized the number and cursed lowly before answering. "Hello, I know I'm late I'm sorry. Something caught us at work but I'll be there soon, I promise." He explained to the lady who grumbled something before hanging up. Mickey sighed and checked the time on the clock. He cursed softly and looked at the nurse. "Is that it? I really need to get going, ma'am." The woman lightly chuckled and took everything off Mickey. "You're good to go. I still recommend a good night of rest and let us know if something feels off. Anything." She said as he quickly grabbed his bag and jacket before thanking her and leaving.

When he got to his car, Mickey threw his bag in the trunk and jogged to the front seat. He started the car and drove off as quickly as he could, hoping he wouldn't be too late. Ten minutes later, the car got to a stop and he ran out to get to the lobby. "I'm Mr Garcia, I'm here to pick up Lola." He said to the receptionist and she glanced at him before typing something on her computer. "You can take a seat, I'm warning her teacher you're here." Mickey sighed and took a few steps back before sitting down on a chair and taking his head in his hands. A few minutes later, the doors opened and a little girl ran into Mickey's arms. "Papa!" She wrapped her arms around him and he picked her up from the floor, tightening his hold around her. "I'm sorry I'm late, bebé. I'll tell you everything back home." He gently kissed her forehead and put her back down as she picked up her school bag. "Thank you for watching her." He looked up at Lola's teacher who couldn't keep up the frown on her face. She didn't really appreciate the delay but she knew what Mickey was doing for a living and understood he couldn't really control when he got off work. "It's okay, sir. Take care of yourself." She nodded at him before going back where she came from.

Mickey grabbed his daughter's school bag and took her hand before walking out and back to the car. "How was school, Lolita?" He asked before putting her bag with his in the trunk. "It was fine, we talked about countries in America. I told Miss Angela you were from Mexico and when she asked me if I knew where it was on the map, I showed her perfectly!" She told him excitedly. Mickey smiled and helped her into her seat before buckling her up and kissing her cheek. "I'm proud of you, bebé." He didn't have the heart to tell her it was actually his mother who was from Mexico and that he was born in Miami. "What do you think about getting pizza tonight?" He then asked her as he fastened his own seat belt in the front seat. "Pizza!" She exclaimed, making him laugh.

The hot pizza box in hand, Mickey unlocked the front door and pushed inside as Lola dropped her bag next to the door. "Hep hep hep! Your bag in your room, young lady. And get changed before dinner." He told Lola who grabbed her bag and ran into her room. Mickey kicked his shoes off and left them in the lobby, the total opposite of what he just told his daughter. When Lola came back, she found her father on the couch, waiting for her with the pizza. She jumped on the couch and Mickey grabbed her by the shoulders. "Calm down, Lolita. Or else you'll never fall asleep tonight." He chuckled and grabbed Lola's plate on the table. He quickly cut a slice for his daughter and gave her the plate. He smiled at her as he took a slice for himself, both of them enjoying this pizza after a long day.

When Lola ended up curled up against her dad on the couch, her eyes slowly closing because of how tired she was, Mickey put the pizza on the side and decided to have a talk with her. "Bebé? Remember what I told you about my work?" He asked, pulling his daughter on his lap and cradling her against him. "You protect the country and it can be dangerous." She said, wrapping her arms around her father's neck. "That's right, Lolita. And something happened today at work with me and Uncle Reuben. It was very dangerous and I was really scared." He kissed the top of her head and pushed some hair off her face. "I'm not telling you to get scared, I'm telling you because I want to be honest with you about my job." He smiled at her.

"Sometimes my friends at school tell me about their parents jobs. I know I don't have a mommy and your work is dangerous but all my friends think it's so cool you can fly a plane." Lola said, her eyes slowly closing as she snuggled against her father. She didn't talk often about her mother, the woman having broken Mickey's heart not even two months after Lola's birth. He told her about her mom when she was seven, an age he thought was correct to understand what happened. He kept the private details for himself but told his daughter the most important, him and her mother loved each other, decided to have a child because of that love but it didn't work out and she couldn't face the consequences of their choice. She didn't exactly hate her mother, she didn't know her, but she'd forever hold a grudge against her for hurting her dad.

"I know it can be hard sometimes to only have me, bebé. But I love you more than anything in this world and if someday I feel like flying is too dangerous and I have to choose between my dream and you, I'll always choose you, no matter what. You're my first priority in life, Lolita." He admitted, nuzzling his face into her dark hair and inhaling her strawberry scented shampoo. "I love you too, Papa." She muffled against his chest as sleep weighed down on her eyelids. "Let's get you to bed, bebé. I'm spending tomorrow with you, no work, no school. Just you and me." He kissed the top of her head another time and he saw her smile.

taglist:

@hardballoonlove @iliketopgun @roosterforme @jessicab1991 @atarmychick007

@hangmansgbaby @els-marvelvsp

[tonberry-yoda]

Maybe I Should've Asked You to Dinner First - Viktor

notes - VIKTOR BRAINROT. He is just too dang fine and this cute lil crusty scientist never fails to enter my mind out of nowhere. I have had this idea in my mind for a while, so I was ecstatic to finally get it down in fic form! I hope you all enjoy and have a super duper day and stay super duper hydrated!

word count - 1,496

You both sat in the car in silence as you drove, the occasional sound of Viktor clearing his throat the only thing you would hear.

Moments ago, you had gone to the store later than usual because you were simply bored, couldn't sleep, and figured you needed something to eat the next morning. You were in nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie, but really it didn't matter seeing as this wasn't work or anything.

During the drive back, you saw something that made you want to smack the back of Viktor's head.

The boy decided that he was going to walk home after staying a little too long at the lab that night.

Walk.

At night.

Alone.

With that leg of his.

God, why couldn't he ever ask for help?

You pulled over the car and got out, realizing that there was some icing on that cake that was already too many goddamn layers: it was raining.

"Vik?" you asked, making sure you weren't delusional. You held your arm over your eyes to block the rain.

"y-y/n?" Viktor stuttered, walking faster until he was only a couple feet away from you. "O-Oh, hey. What are you doing out here?"

"What am I doing out here?! What the hell are you doing out here?!"

"Walking?" he chuckled nervously.

God, you were going to kill him.

"No. Get in." You opened the passenger door and signaled for him to get in.

He tried to wave you off. "Don't worry about me. I don't want to be a burden or anything."

You stood with an unamused expression, your sweatpants getting wet from the rain. "Get in my goddamn car, Vik."

You got in the driver's seat and he hesitantly took a set in the passenger side.

"I can't believe that you tried walking home. Don't you live pretty far away from the lab?"

"I mean... yes? I usually take the bus, but it's a little late... so I just decided to walk."

"What would happen if it started raining, Vik? You don't even have a jacket!"

"I would've been fine, y/n. Don't worry about-"

"No you wouldn't have, Viktor! You could've gotten sick! And I know up here is safe and all, but your leg could get worse and-" You took a deep breath, gripping onto the wheel. "I can't believe I have to worry about you like this."

So it was then the awkward silence. Viktor clearing his throat as the radio played softly in the background. The rain seemed to be getting much worse and didn't look like it was going to calm down.

"Vik, would you be fine staying at my place tonight?" you asked, your eyes glued to the dark, wet road.

"Wh-What?" He turned to you, a little shocked, and his face was definitely heating up a bit.

"It's really pouring and my house is way closer. You don't mind, do you?" You turned to look at him for a second before looking back at the road and caught him nod. "Cool."

When you pulled up to the driveway, you quickly jumped out and grabbed your groceries before grabbing Viktor's arm to help him into your house.

You slammed the door behind you, sopping wet from just a second of being outside and shook yourself off like a dog, giggling a bit. "Jesus, that was an adventure. I still can't believe you insisted in walking in that."

"I didn't know it would get this bad." he admitted with a little chuckle, trying to free his hair of the rain water.

"Well, nonetheless, here we are. Just slip off your shoes and I'll go get us something comfortable to sleep in."

Viktor slipped off his shoes as you ran upstairs to find something that could fit him so that he could sleep comfortably. He looked around your comfortable little house full of pictures of you and your friends and even a couple of pictures of you, Viktor, and Jayce smiling like dorks.

The three of you had known each other for a long time, all creating HexTech together, and honestly, you three probably wouldn't be complete without each other.

Viktor smiled softly and walked around the rest of the house that smelt like warm cookies somehow, and felt even more like home than his own house.

"Here you go, Viktor!" you shouted, running down the stairs. You tossed his own hoodie and sweatpants at him and he looked surprised.

"Where did you get these?" he asked, his face a little red.

"I think you left them here a while ago. Kinda awesome though, right?"

"I suppose so." he said, turning over the clothes in his hands. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to get these on."

"Go ahead! Just use the bathroom upstairs. And throw your wet clothes in the bathtub, I'll grab them to throw in the dryer later."

He just nodded at you and walked to the bathroom. The wet clothes that he had on clung to his body as he took them off and he didn't even want to know what they would be like after an hour or two long walk home. When he slipped on his pajamas, they smelt like you from being left in your house for god knows how long and it made his face heat a bit. All of this blushing was going to kill him.

He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he had definitely developed something of a crush for you after knowing you for so long and it was a tad embarrassing. You were just so smart and funny and never failed to be an amazing work partner and friend for life.

Even now, you drove him to your home when you didn't have to at all.

He buried his face in his hands and tried to throw the thought away, but it was so hard not to think of you and your pretty face.

When he opened the bathroom, he nearly fell backwards finding you right there.

You jumped back too and laughed. "Sorry, Vik. I didn't know you were still in there."

"I-It's fine." He handed you his wet clothes. "Sorry I scared you."

You took the clothes from him and began heading downstairs, but shouted up at him, "hey, Vik, sleep wherever tonight."

Sleep... wherever?

His mind went straight to the couch... well, that was a lie. His brain's first thought was to sleep in your bed, but that meant he had to sleep on the couch. But instead of moving, he just stood frozen in the hallway, trying to think of what 'wherever' could mean.

"Your clothes are in the dryer," you told Viktor as you walked up the stairs. "Do you need anything else?"

He turned to you and smiled, shaking his head. "I think I'll be okay, thank you."

"Of course. If you need anything, just knock. Are you sleeping on the couch?"

"Yeah."

You walked to a little closet full of extra blankets and handed him one and a couple of pillows. "Well, sweet dreams, Vik."

"Thanks for letting me stay here for the night," he told you, taking the blankets. "It means a lot. You really didn't have to do all of this."

"I wasn't just going to leave you out there, dummy." you giggled, giving his chest a playful punch.

You two only stood inches away from each other and you couldn't help but stare at his cute little freckles and his dark eyes that prayed for sleep.

Before you could make any move though, Viktor moved forward and pressed his lips to yours, the only thing in the way being the blankets he was holding.

It was a short kiss, but it left you blushing, that was for sure.

"Goodnight, y/n." he stuttered out before getting to the stairs.

"W-Wait!"

He turned around and you froze. What were you supposed to say?

"Do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight? I know the couch is probably uncomfortable."

You panicked. Where did that come from?! You felt like such an idiot, you just wanted to curl up and-

"R-Really? I don't want to be a-"

"You're not a burden, Vik, at all. Please, I would be more than happy. It's big enough for two anyway."

Viktor followed you to your room where a very comfortable bed sat. He doesn't even remember the last time he didn't fall asleep at his desk and instead on a comfortable bed. But to imagine lying there with you was giving him butterflies.

You fell into the bed first and quickly pulled Viktor down next to you. His skin was cold against yours. He fell next to you on the bed - the poor skinny boy nearly losing his breath when he landed - and you wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest.

"I should have probably asked you to dinner first, huh, y/n?"

"Maybe," you giggled. "But this is nice."

~~~~~

arcane masterlist | pinned post

2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

~~~~~

[witchygagirlwrites]

Mine (Pt.2 /2)

Kelly Severide x Reader

You're in love with Kelly and Jay is your best friend but when you're hurt on the job it puts them at odds.

Warnings: cursing, character (temporarily) dying, fluff

When Sylvie and Emily arrived on scene Kevin and Adam had to forcefully move Jay from your side so they could do their job. "Save her" Jay barely managed to get out as he looked down to see your blood smeared thickly across his hands and chest. Emily and Sylvie were forced to push any thought out their heads besides saving your life. They couldn't think that this was one of their friends bleeding out in front of them.

Emily and Sylvie worked fast loading you into the ambulance and shooting questions off at the same time as to just what had happened. "She took a damn bullet to block for me" Jay managed to get out before tears starting streaming down his face. Hank clarified what caliber as Emily nodded then ran to the driver's seat."We'll give you an escourt" Adam told her before slamming the back of the ambulance. Him and Kevin ran to their car to clear the way to med while Jay,Kim,Hailey and Hank watched them pull away.

"Jay you and Upton go to med. Me,Kim and the uniforms can handle this" Hank offered and Jay nodded blankly "She can't die. She just can't" Hank touched Jay's shoulder to bring him back to his own head and when he looked him in the eye half smiled "She's strong as hell Jay and Gaffney has the best doctors that will be waiting on her to get there"

"C'mon let's get going" Hailey offered slipping an arm around Jay's shoulders to lead him outside but he couldn't help but look back one more time at the thick puddle of your blood staining the concrete and wondered if that would be the last time he ever saw you alive.

----

Firehouse fifty one was a family plain and simple. When one was hurting everyone was there to back them so the moment they knew why Kelly and Matt was headed to med Herrman and Mouch was right behind them.

Matt kept glancing at Kelly as he drove for the simple fact he was afraid he may be going into shock. Every other time someone close to him had been hurt Kelly showed a temper but this time? It was like he was barely holding on, as if the moment the bullet had hit you one had hit him as well.

Kelly felt like he could barely breathe. If only he'd knew he would've held you just a little longer than morning. Kissed you a little deeper or just flat out refused to let you out of bed. He couldn't lose you. Any time he pictured the future you were front and center. Without you there wasn't a future he wanted to live in.

When Matt pulled into med Kelly hardly gave him time to get the truck stopped before he was heading inside. He spotted Sylvie and Emily standing in front of an exam room and felt like his entire body had been dipped in ice water the moment he saw the bloody gloves they were both taking off. The tears they were both fighting to hide told him everything he needed to know before he even got in the door good.

Every person in the emergency department might as well have been non existent for all he cared. You laid on a bed covered in so much blood as Connor and Will worked desperately to save your life. He barely registered hearing Matt,Adam and Jay walk up behind him.

He knew you'd lost too much blood just from the color of your skin. The usual warmth that you radiated was gone replaced by a shallowness he'd seen too many times. "Shit we gotta get that bullet out" Connor spoke moving around to your abdomen. "We gotta get her stable enough to move her" Will said glancing up when the screen monitoring your vitals started getting off a loud pitch alarm.

"GET ME A CRASH CART" Will hollered and April pushed past them all into your room. "Push a round of epi" that alarm was making Kelly flinch every time it sounded off as he watched praying to see the flat line start moving again. "Charge the paddles...Clear"

When Will touched the paddles to your chest your body jumped but the line remained flat "Shit another round of epi" he ordered so April quickly did as he said. "Clear" this time when your body jumped they were rewarded with the sound of the alarm being replaced by your heart beat "She's back" Will annouced letting out a breath as Connor and April quickly wheeled you out towards surgery.

"Rhodes wait!" Adam tried but Connor shook his head "Will can update we gotta move!"

----

"Will is she going to live?" Kelly asked before anyone else could even get it out. Will let out a sharp breath and said "Her body took alot of damage mixed with the blood loss honestly it's a situation where I don't want to say yes one way or another. If Connor can successfully remove the round and repair the damage there's a good chance she could but this early it's too soon to tell" then spoke to Jay "I promise we're going to do everything we can. She's like a sister to me too remember?"

Herrman and Mouch started trying to wrangle everyone towards the waiting room but despite his better judgement screaming at him that you would never want him and Jay fighting he had to know what happened. Why didn't your partner protect you?

"Where the fuck were you?" He asked feeling his voice break at the end and saw a flare of anger in Jay's eyes "Don't just fucking don't Kelly" He knew it was a bad idea he really did but the thought of losing you was pushing him a little too close to the edge of that person he'd been years before. He shoved Jay's chest hard enough he stumbled "YOU PROMISED TO BRING HER BACK IN ONE PIECE"

Jay regained his footing and shoved him back "I'VE KNOWN HER FIFTEEN YEARS ASSHOLE. DO YOU THINK I WANT TO SEE HER LIKE THIS?"

-----

Matt grabbed Kelly's arm pulling him back from Jay while Adam grabbed Jay's arm pulling him back from Kelly. Maggie who had witnessed what had just happened slid between both men and put a hand on either of their chests "Both of you back off! Jay she is your best friend hell she's basically a third Halstead and Kelly we all know you're in love with her but she needs both of you right now. If she does pull through you think she's gonna be top notch over night? No. She'll need you both at her side now stop this stupidity. Take your behinds to the waiting area and Will or myself will update you as soon as we can. She's strong and she loves you both more than anything remember that"

They looked at each other across Maggie and slowly nodded. Matt and Adam walked close to the two of them as they headed for the waiting area. By then all of intelligence and most of fifty one had showed up as well to see how you were but they'd all given the two men hurting the most some space.

----

Kelly was the one to break the silence first. "Jay man I'm sorry about what I said" "Don't stress it" Jay answered not looking up. "Jay I just I can't lose her" He admitted feelings tears flowing from his eyes again. When Jay finally looked up Kelly saw the tears in his eyes "We won't. You know for a fact me and you both have been through alot that we shouldn't have walked away from. She's stronger than either of us"

Kelly nodded wanting so very much to believe Jay's words. "You know I didn't know she even considered us friends until Shay died" He said and Jay cut his eyes back up "What'd she do?"

A small smile slipped onto Kelly's face at the memory "She showed up and wouldn't leave. I asked her to so she threatened to climb the fire escape to get back in" Jay laughed slightly and nodded "Sounds like her" "Turned out she and Shay were close. Shay had made her promise long before she died that she'd keep an eye on me if she ever couldn't" Kelly said closing his eyes to fight back tears.

"You really do love her don't you?" Jay asked already knowing the answer before Kelly opened his eyes and said "I'd trade places with her in a heartbeat if I could"

"She's gonna pull through this man. We just have to believe that until her very last breath we got to have faith in her. If there's anything I've learned from the years I've known her is to never bet against her" Jay offered and Kelly half smiled "Yea she hates getting told she can't do something"

----

Hours passed with Kelly and Jay taking turns pacing the waiting area while everyone else sat around talking or silently asking whoever was listening to bring good news about you.

Finally Will emerged and glanced around before his eyes landed on Kelly and Jay. He motioned for them to come to the edge of the group and when they did he smiled "Surgery went well. They got the bullet out. It grazed her spleen but they were able to repair it. We've given her several pints of blood and her vitals are holding stable. She's currently on a vent just to help take some stress off her body until she wakes up but it's looking promising. I can take you two back to see her if you want"

With the news of hearing you had a better chance before they thought of themselves Kelly pulled Jay into a hug. They laughed when they pulled apart then Jay said "Let us tell everyone and then yea we wanna see her"

----

Kelly followed close to Will as he lead them down the halls then lead them into one room. He had to take a deep breath to keep his emotions in check as he took in the sight before him. Your body from neck to waist was wrapped in gauze and you had wires seemingly springing from every part of your body. The noise the vent made was jarring but hearing the solid beep that marked your heart beating was music to his ears.

"You can sit with her. If anything changes hit the call button" Will advised before leaving the room.

Jay walked to the left side of your bed while Kelly headed to the right. He could see Jay was struggling as much as he was before Jay squeezed your left hand gently and said "Partner you scared the hell out of me. You're the closest thing to a sister I have. When I was in a really bad head space you pulled me back now I need you to come do that again please"

He leaned down and left a light kiss on your hand before glancing at Kelly "I'm gonna step in the hall and get some air. I'll be right back" Kelly nodded hearing the way Jay's words broke at the end of his sentence.

----

Kelly sat in the quiet simply holding your hand in his, tracing every line. When he finally spoke it was to say "Sweetheart I've never been more scared than I am right now. Burning buildings? Guns pointed to my head? Carwrecks? None of that scares me like the thought of waking up without you by the side. I love you more than I ever knew I was capable of. You came along like a damn hurricane just when I needed to be knocked flat on my ass. Please wake up baby. I need you. Jay needs you.This whole city needs you"

He leaned his head down on the bed and felt your fingers when they slowly curled around his hand and his eyes flew up to see your face twitching like you were trying to wake up. "Baby?" he asked and when your grip on his hand tightened he hit the call button summoning both Jay and Will back in the room.

----

Your eyes slowly opened and you glanced around in a panic from the breathing tube down your throat. Will quickly moved to the head of your bed and smiled "This is going to be uncomfortable but I'm gonna get that tube out ok?" you nodded so Will began to pull the tube out causing you to gag then cough which in turn made a look of pain flash across your face as you grabbed your stomach.

"What happened?" You asked your voice hoarse as your eyes jumped from Will to Jay then to Kelly. "You remember getting shot?" Jay asked and you nodded. "Well Connor patched you up" Will offered with a smile until Jay elbowed him and said "This bozo helped save your life too. Same as Sylvie and Emily. You've got a whole army behind you partner"

"Glad to know" you said with a smile before hugging both Will then Jay. "I'm going to grab you some pain meds. I'll be back in a few" Will offered kissing your forehead before leaving. Jay kissed your cheek then said "We have a waiting room full of cops, firemen and paramedics who are getting antsy to know you're ok so I'm going to go tell them"

You grabbed his hand and smiled "Thanks for not letting me go Jay" He smiled "Always" then walked out the room.

----

Once it was just you and Kelly you cut your eyes over at him "I'm sorry for scaring you" "You heard that?" He asked with a slight grin. "Every word baby, I think that's what helped pull me back. I knew I had so many people waiting here for me" He smiled and leaned up almost to your lips "I can handle just about anything in this world but I can't lose you. Not today not tommorow not fifty years from now. I love you sweetheart. You're it for me" You smiled and said "Good because you're it for me too Kelly Severide" He closed the space between you to lightly brush a kiss against your lips then sat back down beside you holding your hand.

"Thank you for coming back to me" He said before laying his head over on your hand. You turned it to cup his cheek to make him look up at you and said "I'll always find my way back to you"

Part 1

[charlesslut16]

-picnic-

summary : you and george go and have a picnic with your friends.

PAIRING : george russel x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

masterlist 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Today was the day you and george had decided to go on a picnic with your friends. It was a sunny summer day. Perfect for picnics with your friends and family.

You wanted to go on a picnic for ages, but all of you four were always busy, or the weather wasn't good. Either it rained or it was too hot to go outside and have a picnic.

George and his friend played something on his computer while you and your friend prepared the food. The basket you brought with you was filled with lots of amazing foods.

Such as strawberries, sandwiches, raspberries, cranberries, chips, salads and other lovely foods to eat. In addition, you also took paper plates and plastic cups with you.

"George, when you two are finished, could you take the Polaroid camera with you?" You loudly said up the stairs, as you packed the last things in the basket to take with you.

"I will, love. We are playing one last game, and then we can go." George answered loudly and then continued playing the game. You continued to talk to your friend.

You then double-checked the basket and then sat down on the couch in the living room with a glass of water. The both of you were talking about your boyfriends lives and gossiping a bit.

Some time later, george came downstairs, and you drove to the park to picnic. You decided on a spot to sit and laid everything out. Your friends bought some beanbags with them to sit on and the picnic started.

You and George sat on a beanbag together, while your friends sat on the other. George sat comfortably on the beanbag, and you sat in between his legs, as his arms were around your waist.

Volleyball was also played by the four of you. The first game was won by your friends, but the second game was one by george, and you beat them by two points different.

You made some Polaroid pictures to remember this fabulous day. From you or george or your friends. In different positions and in different places. Together as a couple or as a single person.

Together, you and george now sat on one of the beanbags, while your friends played volleyballs. You sat in between his legs and he held the Polaroid up, as you both looked and laughed at the pictures.

He laid the pictures on the picnic blanket, and you cuddled more into him. He held you tightly while you watched your friends have fun. Everything was perfect as it was.

"It's perfect. Is it not?"

"Yes. It's the perfect day."

"I love you, my love. So much. You have no idea."

"I love you, georgie."

"You mean the world to you know."

George gave you a kiss and rocked you two to a song that he had in his head only he could hear. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, as you straitened the shorts you had on.

You watched your friends have fun and being in love. Just as you and George were. It would be four years this year, and you couldn't be happier. The thought that you were the luckiest girl in the world always on your mind.

"You want to play?" George said, and nudged your shoulder, so you would listen to him. As an Answer, you nodded and stood up with george. Your friends playing the ball to you so you could play and they could relax.

You played for a while until you both got bored, so you sat back on the beanbag and talked to your friends for a while. The friend of you then had a grand idea to play a card game you had both brought in case you all got bored.

As the sun went down, you all decided to go home. You and your friend packed all of your belonging together, as your boyfriends packed the beanbags in the car.

You all said goodbye to each other and then went to the parking spot you parked at. Your friends were the ones who drove firstly, as you both needed to pack something in the vehicle.

George opened the passager door, so you could get in the car. As you were, he closed the door and walked to the driver's side to get in. He drove out of the parking spot and drove on the road.

In the car, you both were talking and laughing, while his hand laid on your thigh and yours over his. He took your hand in is and gave your knuckles some light kisses and laid his hand back into your lap again.

After some time, you were in front of the house you both shared. You and George stept out of the car and took everything out except for the beanbag, as none of you had a hand free to grip it. So you decided to get it tomorrow.

The day was as perfect as it could have been. Your boyfriend, your friend and her boyfriend were there, and you had a great time, so you had nothing to complain about.

You were now laying on the bed with george next to you, showered and in pyjamas. Scrolling through insta when a notification popped up with a photo of you and george on the beanbag looking at each other.

As you saw the picture, you posted it instantly on Instagram.

liked by lilymhe, georgerussell63 and 50.683 others

yourusername Wholesome weekend

view all 60 comments

user The way george looks at you!!!!

user I love your smile

alex_albon george the simp!

user When does george propose?

georgerussel63 my one and only

username you look so happy and in love

lilymhe you cheated on me.

yourusername it was a mistake. You're the only one for me.

georgerussel63 ...

username I love your relationship

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 hehe

Warnings: alastor being ooc. Angst.

Summary: Alastor watches aponi sing a breakup song about him.

Aponi walked through the halls of the hotel.

Today was supposed to be alastors day off, so she decided to go practice her singing in the lobby with the grand piano that alastor had donated himself.

It had been a week since his former significant other came back into the picture, and aponi was practically heartbroken.

She had been avoiding him for days.

Sitting down at the table, she played the music froma. Pirated site that allowed sinners to listen to human songs.

And that she did. It was the karaoke version.

As the music placed, aponi kept up with the piano herself, her eyes closing as she took in the music and sang the lyrics.

I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house But today I drove through the suburbs Cryin' 'cause you weren't around

Alastor walked through the halls, following a voice he recognized into the lobby.

And that when he saw her....

He hadn't seen her for a week....

He didn't know what the feeling was, but he just chalked it up to feeling guilty. Which he had never felt before... but this seemed more prominent. Like heartache.....

But he was I love with Ruth! He was when he was alive! He had to be in love with her now.

And yet, as he watches aponi, something in him breaks.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

As aponi sang, a tear fell from her eye. Sorrow..... so much sorrow.....

As alastor listened to the lyrics, his eyes widened. "Love"?

Since when? He's never even heard her mutter the words.

And yet here she was. Professing her love for some unknown person.

And alastor couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy flood through his body.

But.. no... he was with Ruth again. He loved Ruth.

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

Alastor tilted his head.....

Usually he hated modern music. With a burning, fired passion, in fact... but right now... all he saw was the most beautiful woman get wrapped up in the emotions of a song.

He hadn't even processed what the words were saying.... at least not until he paid more attention.

Who in all hell was she singing this about?

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

As aponi closed her eyes, she felt as if she had drifted off into who knows where, surrounded by music, and thoughts and feelings.

Unrequited love.....

How cliché.

And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

As aponi sang softer she seemed to shrink in on herself.

Alastor watched her with a mix of feelings. Maybe even love....

No wait.

He was in love with Ruth.

Was.....

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Sidewalks we crossed I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing Over all the noise God, I'm so blue, know we're through But I still fuckin' love you, babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

As aponi belted the lyrics, a warm orange glow illuminated around her as she put her entire soul into her seemingly private performance.

Her voice cracked a few times from the heartbreak she felt....

Alastor watched on....

I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone 'Cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street Yeah, you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

As the song finished, neither of the demons realized there was another.

Ruth.

She had been looking back and fourth between alastor and aponi......

She knew.

It was so painfully obvious, but of course she knew.....

As the song ended, aponi wiped away her tears, turning off her phone and cleaning up her area.

Alastor watched in heartache as she walked back into her room.

[bambi-kinos]

Sorry, long ask.

Do you think that Paul really remembers John? Like his John that he fell in love with because John's been dead for more years than he's been alive, they cut ties in the later twenties then like 10 years Paul had new memories and great success with Wings and a family and he didn't play Beatles songs then. But it was more than 40 years ago and Paul at least at some point has said that he doesn't remember the 60's + he seem quite unsure of John and his true feeling about each other, he quite often said like he asking himself if "we hated each other or if it was true" like he's needed to see "McLennon" videos and pictures of themselves to really see, yes it was real. So I'm asking this because I know Paul is a genius and almost super human but he is human and most people actually don't remembers things that long.. So what do you think? I must say I do hope he does.

How much do we remember the people we love after they've passed?

My grandfather died last year. Peacefully, he was surrounded by people who loved him. My memories of him are of taking care of him in his last days. Visiting him, talking to him, telling him we loved him. He was ready to go and we knew that. He was tired and wanted to go on to the next step. So those are my predominant memories of him. He was very worn out. It wasn't until I witnessed the decline that I realized what it means to be a "shadow of yourself."

He wasn't always like that. I knew him when he could get around on his own, before the damage from the polio came back. I knew him when he taught me chess. I knew him when he made popcorn for me and taught me how to tune a radio. I remember hugging him when I wasn't even up to his hip. But those memories are very faded. When my oldest sister lived at home, he came by our house and he hung up her ceiling fan in her bedroom. I remember walking in and seeing the new fan sitting on the floor but I don't remember him being there. My mom had to confirm that for me.

And I wonder, what other things did I do with my grandfather that I don't remember? What all did we do? Where did we go, what was it like? He took us to the ocean once but I only have photos. I don't remember it happening.

But I know he loved us. He was an excellent grandfather, he was so well suited to the part. He liked being with us, he taught us new things, he took care of us. He loved us, he was so proud of us whenever we did anything.

So if you don't remember someone or you rediscover memories you forgot....that doesn't mean you stop loving them. Memory is fallible but love is just as much an act as it is a feeling. Paul reviewing photos, seeing the remastered video, watching John dance his silly dances. It all came back to him. That John loved him, even if Paul doesn't remember every little thing. Paul can love John without needing to remember every little thing. He's made his entire career a monument to loving John.

Paul's uncertainty regarding John is in part a reaction to what everyone around him has been screaming at him for decades and because of John himself. He's been taunted and blamed and told repeatedly, for decades, that John hated him from the moment he saw him and that he was only useful to John as a business partner. John himself created and drove a great deal of this narrative. Hence his dismay that Paul took him seriously when John told him to stop coming around. "I didn't mean it like that." John had to put this out in a media interview because he was so scared of talking to Paul (because he understood his part in the whole thing) that he couldn't call on the phone and tell Paul that he was sorry. Paul wasn't lucky like me, he didn't have more good memories to overwrite the other good memories.

Paul is old and human memory is fallible. His last interactions with John were terrible. How does he square that with Yoko telling him "no, John really did love you" and interviewers saying "he missed you, it was so obvious." It was obvious to everyone but Paul who only get a hostile angry John who wanted hurt him.

But that's why the videos and photos matter. It will happen to all of us someday. That's why we need to take photos, take videos, everything. There needs be a record of love so we can remember love. That's why Paul released Eye of the Storm, so he can remember the time when John loved him. The stage interviews with Conan are an exercise in watching a man wrapping memories around himself like a blanket.

Paul does remember bits and pieces of the 1960s. He remembers writing "Mr. Kite" with John. He remembers tripping with John. It's the mundane stuff that he misses I bet. Age takes those memories away first, the little things.

Paul may only remember bits and pieces of the John he fell in love with, the John who took care of him and loved him back. But he has the photos. He has the videos. Even if he doesn't remember them exactly, he can look at them and he can know that John loved him once. He's holding on to that as tightly as he can.

And like Paul always says: he can feel John's presence. John is with him in one way or another. That in of itself must be very comforting.

[that-basic-simp]

Could you possibly do JQ x Fem Y/N going to Prom but the theme is masquerade? Like Y/N ends up going to Prom alone while everyone else had a partner of their own and everyone is wearing masks. Since this was the case, no one was recognizable and so, a tall fancy figure (JQ) is going around, talking, dancing, singing, or/and eating at Prom by themselves but they were still surrounded by people, making it look like they weren't alone. The figure kept catching Y/N's attention and eventually when the person began to speak to Y/N, having their full attention as Y/N made eye contact with the figure, it makes her flustered, like feel hot in the face. Y/N couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious person but they somehow got closer and by the end of the night, the mysterious figure revealed themselves to be JQ...

(Also if you want, you could put this onto wattpad too bc recently wattpad removed the option of being able to message so that's why I'm requesting on here instead lol and this is a lot of info for a request but I heard that you like detail so I did my best !!)

- 😇🐰

Hiya! Thank you for the request as well as the detail! You heard right, the more the better. As it helps with the outline of the one-shot as well as helps paint a more detailed picture for me. That sucks that Wattpad removed the DM feature. I didn't know that they did that until you mentioned it. But, again, thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Ballroom Dancing

CW: N/A aside from swearing and mention of a bomb threat as a prank WC: 2.7k+ A/N: The dress shown is the dress Odessa is going to be wearing. It gives me an excuse to use it!

I let out a sigh as I was getting my make up ready. Prom. Of course all my friends had dates and they were going as a big group. Not one of them even asked me if I wanted to join them. Some friends they were. It didn't matter. I remember the story my mom told me of her going by herself and meeting my father there. If only my life was like a fairy tale like theirs. As I was putting on the finishing touches, my mother walked into the bathroom after knocking.

"What's up, mom?" I asked.

"I wanted to give you this," she handed me a mask.

It was pretty on theme since the prom theme for this one was masquerade. Last year's prom was a barn like theme. Thankfully I didn't go and the photos were awful from what my friends showed me. How could you do that? It just doesn't seem right to do a barn and prom theme. Now if they want to do something cool, they could do a fantasy themed prom. The men having their suits resemble a knight in shining armor's while the women can have long, poofy dresses that had long tails in the back. It would be so much better than this masquerade theme.

"Isn't this yours when you went to that masquerade ball with dad?" I asked.

"Yes. And it matches your dress perfectly."

The mask was a deep blue, almost navy, but it was still lighter. There was black lace lining the rim of the mask and the eye holes. On both sides of the mask were peacock feathers and there was one large one in the middle, the end of the feather held in place by an assortment of jewels to make a pattern.

"Thanks, mom," I said, finishing up the make up.

"You look stunning, Y/N," my mother said.

"Couldn't land me a date."

"I'm sure you might find someone tonight."

"I don't think I will," I shook my head.

"You never know," she walked off, closing the door.

Once I had finished up, I grabbed the mask and walked out of the bathroom, heading downstairs to where my mother and father were. I took some photos in front of the mantle and the door before heading to my father's car. As we were driving through the neighborhood, there were other kids from my school that were taking photos outside with their dates or their friends. I even drove past my friend's house where they were having a small party before going to prom. I grumbled and flipped them off, even though they weren't outside. My father laughed and flipped them off with me.

"Thanks, dad," I said, smiling slightly.

"I've always got your back, kiddo. Besides, they're not good to you. They don't deserve you."

"Learned that the hard way," I let out a sigh.

"I know it's hard," he said. "Your mother and I struggled to make friends and maintain them."

"It's just high school bullshit," I said.

"It is. It's as they say, best or worst years of your life."

"They're turning out to be the worst," I said.

"You're only a sophomore."

"And things aren't looking up."

"You never know about tonight, Y/N."

My father reached the venue for the prom and I stepped out of the car, mask in hand along with my phone.

"Text if you want to come home early, alright?" my father asked.

"I will."

"Love you, sweetheart."

"Love you, too, dad," I closed the car door and he drove off.

I took in a deep breath, "What could go wrong?"

Everything. Everything that could go wrong tonight went wrong. I bumped into someone I didn't ever want to see again: an old friend of mine who stabbed me in the back. That turned into an argument with her beloved boyfriend to save her. Disgusting. Bitch can't even fight with both her fists and her words.

I think I got caught watching someone spike the punch. They glared at me, shaking their heads as they walked off. Sticking to water tonight or I will just suffer through dehydration. All the tables that were there were full or already claimed. So I resorted to awkwardly standing in the back corner, watching people file into the large hall. It was basically for weddings and big events like that. There was a chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling and the light of the DJ's RGB were being reflected. The music was loud to where I felt every word, every hit of the drum in my chest.

My friends walked in and they made eye contact with me. I just let out a sigh and walked to the other corner, away from where everyone was coming in. They followed me, since of course there was a lone table close by. I guess the people who were sitting there either left or found another place to sit. So they sat down and gave me glares the entire night. I was subtle with them. Eyeing the punch and even made my way over to it, like I was getting a glass for myself. The girls made their way over to me and stopped to 'talk' to me.

"Surprised to find you here," the one said.

"Like I'd miss this for the world," I sighed.

"You do know it's a masquerade ball?"

"Oh right," I faked a smile at them as I put my mask on.

"I knew it. You're still recognizable even under all that," one snickered.

"I think you should try the punch," I said, grabbing a glass. "I heard it's the best."

They all scrambled to get a glass before they walked over to the table. I sneered at them and set the glass down, about to walk away, but someone bumped into me. Someone tall and built.

"Pardon me," they said with an accent.

They disappeared into the crowd, but they couldn't really blend in. They were taller than everyone here and the heels they were wearing made them even taller. Why would you wear heels when you're already that tall? But something about them stood out. Their hair was blue, or I think it was blue. I can't really see in this dim lighting. The middle part was pulled back into a main braid, then there were braids coming from either side of their head, connecting to the main one. It formed into a bun and the rest of their hair was resting against their back. Holy shit, this person was a sight. Their head turned and their mask hid everything aside from their glowing amber eyes.

I swallowed hard, my heart rate picking up.

"Excuse me."

"S-Sorry," I said, coming back to reality.

I moved away from the drinks and made my way towards a different corner of the room. I watched as everyone was talking to one another, dancing, and of course the grinding. One reason I didn't enjoy dances like these. All the girls wore short and tight dresses to where anything from the front or behind would slip out. I think they were hoping that would happen so they could get a guy's attention if they were single. But my eyes kept following the tall person. They seemed to be the life of the party. Everyone was surrounding them, cheering and hollering whenever they'd do a crazy dance move or something of the sorts. Who was that person? I have never seen them before. I would remember if I saw a giant like them walking around the halls of the school.

As the night drew on, I tried to find a way to talk to this person. Out of everyone here, they had my sights. I think I was in theirs as we'd make eye contact with each other here and there. Whenever I would move towards the mosh pit, they'd try to move out, but they were pulled back in. I don't think I was ever going to get their attention. I walked out of the room and into the hallway where it was more quiet. There were some couples there too, talking to one another in private or getting intimate. I looked away and I turned on my phone to see it hadn't been two hours since I got here and this event was four hours. I mean, I could leave anytime I wanted to. I unlocked my phone and called my dad.

"Hey, you ready to come home?"

"Yeah," I let out a sigh, trying not to cry. "This was a mistake coming here."

"I'll be there soon."

"Ok. Thanks, dad."

"See you soon, sweetheart. Love you."

"Love you."

"Hey, there ya are," a voice came behind me.

I turned and faced the person before turning around, trying to find if there was anyone behind me. There were none.

"Yes, you," they chuckled.

Now that I was able to see them, I immediately looked down at the heels they were wearing. It added about 5 inches to their already, I assume, 7 foot height. Holy shit this person is huge. My eyes trailed up to the dress she was wearing. They looked amazing. It was a black dress, but there was an opening near the top of her thighs, almost close to her ass if she turned too quickly. There was a bit of the side I could see, but not too much.

What was exposed, a bit too much, was her chest. What knockers. (If you know what that is from, I applaud you. You have good taste in movies.) What needed to be covered was covered. A collar was wrapped around her throat and two pieces of fabric extended down and it was held together by a golden circular piece. There were more fabric extending outwards to where her chest was. Gold chains were attached to that golden circular piece and it came down in front of her chest. There were also more gold chains by her thighs. I could only imagine what the back looked like. To finish the outfit was a black mask that had black feathers glued on.

Now that I was looking at her, she was a pretty bulky person. Broad shoulders, thick biceps, and large hands that could easily cover my face. Even wrap around my throat with ease. Whoa there brain. Let's not go there.

"U-Um, h-hi," I said, my palms getting sweaty, my heart racing, and my face was growing warmer by the second. I was grateful that this mask covered my cheeks. But I could feel my entire face turning a deep shade of red. So it didn't really help there when it came to that.

"Ya a bit warm?" she asked, her Australian accent becoming clear.

"I-It is a bit warm in here," I said.

"I just want to be brief," she said.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I saw ya lookin' at me," she smirked.

"A-And if I was?"

"I was lookin' at ya, too. How could I not, though?"

"I can say the same about you," I said.

She snickered, "I get that a lot."

"I'm sure you do," my eyes flicked to her strong shoulders to her large chest. "I-I don't mean to be like the others." My eyes finding hers.

"I mean, ya can't help it," she smiled, crossing her arms over her chest, really making her biceps stand out.

I think she was doing that on purpose, because they looked to be flexed instead of relaxed now. I swallowed hard, trying really hard to keep eye contact with her.

"Y-You're not from here, are you?"

"What gave it away?" she chuckled.

"I know everyone in this school that goes here. You're not one of them."

"A friend of mine asked me to come to prom 'ere since my prom got cancelled."

"How so?"

"Some jackasses thought it would be funny to send a bomb threat the night of prom."

"I'm sorry about that," I said.

"Police caught 'em and are givin' 'em community service. Principal suspended them and they're not allowed to walk at graduation."

"They were seniors?"

"Yep. That was their senior prank."

"Terrible prank."

"That's what I said. If you're goin' to have a senior prank, usually ya'd get on the PA system and be shitheads there. Or cover your favorite teacher's room in sticky notes. Not do that."

"Yeah, seriously."

"Ya want to know what I would have done?"

"What?"

"My one teacher hates scorpions. I was gonna put a fake one in their drawer."

I chuckled, "That's kind of mean, don't ya think?"

"It's fake. Ain't like it's a real one where it can cause harm."

I chuckled some more, my heart slowed down and my nerves started to calm down.

"How are you enjoying tonight?" I asked her.

"Not really my thing this prom stuff."

"Were you going to go to yours?"

"I was, but not like this," she gestured to the dress she was wearing.

"What would you have worn?"

"Something more fitting. I had to wear this on a bet I lost."

"Who bet you?"

"My one friend made a bet with me, sayin' that if I didn't get a date by the time my prom came up, I'd have to wear this. I lost and then that happened with the threat."

"So you kept your word?" I asked.

"Kinda had to since my friend bought the dress."

"Shit," I said.

"I'm more surprised they had it in my size for how tall I am, along with busty."

"You're not kidding," I said, slapping a hand over my mouth, my eyes widening with fear. "I am so sorry," I whispered through my hand.

Her head was flung back and she barked out a laugh, "You're kinda funny, ya know that?"

"I-I'm not trying to be. T-That just kind of slipped out."

"No need to feel embarrassed. I've done some more embarrassin' shit."

"Such as?"

"There was this one time that I went to the mall with an ex of mine. She dared me to sit in the fountain that was there."

"Did you?"

"I did. I was removed from the mall that day. Couldn't return for about a month afterwards."

I tried not to laugh, but I think she encouraged me to because she started to laugh. Her laughter was infectious.

"Sounds like a crappy ex."

"She was, but ya live and ya learn."

My phone went off and it was my father messaging me he was here.

"I-I'm sorry to cut things short, b-but I've got to go."

"Can I walk ya out?"

"There's no re-entry when you leave."

"Fine by me."

"A-Actually," I opened up my phone and messaged my dad.

"Is it ok if I bring someone home? Just to chat."

"Who is it?"

"Someone I met here. Haven't gotten her name yet."

"You mean to tell me you've been talking to her this entire night and didn't get her name? Y/N! XD"

"Sorry, dad. At least it's not a guy."

"Alright. Bring her home. Who knows. You two might hit it off." He sent the smirking emoji afterwards. I shook my head and sighed.

"I-If you're comfortable, you're more than welcome to come to my house. I just asked my dad and he said it was fine."

"I don't want to do that to your parents. Besides, ya just met me tonight."

"And like you'd do anything to me?"

"Ya never know."

"I trust you."

"That easily?"

"I do," I said.

She sighed and chuckled, shaking her head. She reached up and removed her mask. She was even more gorgeous without it.

"Odessa," she said, sticking her hand out.

"Y/N," I said, grabbing onto it.

She pulled me towards her, bending down slightly to press a light kiss to my cheek.

"Looks like I caught myself a beauty."

I shivered slightly as the two of us walked out of the building and towards my father's car.

"Holy shit!" my father cried out.

"Sorry, dad. I should have told you she was tall."

"She's not just tall, she's like an Amazonian."

Odessa laughed, "That's a new one!"

"Before you get in, watch your--"

It was too late. Odessa banged her head getting into my father's small car.

"Head," I finished my sentence. "We can put some ice on it when we get back."

I got in the front seat and moved my chair up so she had enough leg room.

"Got enough room, Odessa?"

"Bit cramped, but I can deal with it."

"Nice to meet you, Odessa," my father said.

"Pleasure," she said.

"Y/N," he leaned towards me. "You've got something on your cheek."

"What?"

I flipped down the visor and opened up the small mirror that was attached. There was a mark on my cheek from Odessa kissing me. At least it wasn't on the lips. I let out a sigh and my father smiled.

"What did I tell you?"

"Just drive," I chuckled.

[roxygen22]

Still Here

Chapter 2

Summary: Flashback to your breakup with Timothée your senior year

C/W: Breakup

A/N: I have nothing against stay-at-home parents and homemakers. Both are their own noble full-time jobs. This is just a story about a young girl wanting to break free. And yes, the irony is not lost on me that the reader ultimately ends up in the exact situation she was running from in the first place.

Catch up on the previous chapter here.

<><><><><>

Life was stagnant in your small hometown in Tennessee. There was nothing to do, nothing to see except trees and buildings that had been around since the 1800s. The height of entertainment for teens like you was pasture parties or meeting your friends up at the Sonic drive-in for "happy hour." After high school, the boys usually either worked for the local steel mill or lumber yard. They may opt to continue their education through the area trade schools, but that was the exception, not the rule. The girls...well, the girls typically got married and had babies.

The townspeople were closed-minded traditionalists and stuck in old habits. Families, including yours, had lived there for generations. You were lucky to even find someone to date who you weren't related to by blood or marriage, and that was only because Timothée's family was a more recent addition to the town census.

You yearned for more. You were made for more. You felt it in your bones. You had no desire to be a doctor or a nurse, but you were fascinated by biology classes and a whiz in physics. And you wanted to help people. The school counselor fanned the flames by introducing you to biomedical engineering as a potential degree program.

You wore a groove in your dirt driveway with the number of times you walked to and from the mailbox every day, multiple times a day. The response letters from your numerous college applications were due in any time now. Your efforts usually yielded nothing except for bills or ads for your parents. But today, there was white envelope with your name, along with a blue and gold logo in the return address: UCLA.

Your hands shook. Your heart was about to pound its way out of your chest. The world silenced around you as your tunnel vision bore into the paper in your hands. You plunged a finger under the lip of the envelope to break the seal. You took a shuddering breath as you drew the paper out.

"Dear [Y/N] [L/N], we are happy to inform you..."

You didn't even finish reading before you started screaming and dancing in the driveway. Then you took off running back to the house to share the news with your mother.

<><><><><>

Your parents were proud of you, but of course, they were not eager to see you pack up and move across the country. You tuned them out until they said something about being in for a rude awakening because you didn't know what life was like out there, to which you said, "That's the whole point."

You grabbed your car keys and stormed out the door. You were determined not to let them kill your excitement. They just couldn't picture a life for you outside of their bubble. You drove around the backroads with your windows down and music loud, trying to drown out the replay of your parents' conversation. Without much thought, you eventually found yourself driving around the town square. You saw Timothée's truck outside of the hardware store. You checked the time - he should be finished with his evening shift soon. So you parked and walked over, lowering the tailgate to sit.

The two of you had been friends as long as you could remember and sweet on each other for years. You became an official item when you were sophomores and had been joined at the hip since.

Seeing the store's door open shook you from your thoughts. You saw him exit, head down and hands in his pockets. Right on time. You loved how his face lit up when he saw you across the street. He checked for traffic, then jogged over.

"Hey, baby! I wasn't expecting to see you tonight." He pecked your lips with his and placed his hands on your knees.

"Hopefully, it's a pleasant surprise," you replied with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

"Oh, very. The highlight of my day." He kissed you once more, deeper this time, and flashed that crooked grin you loved so much. "Though my curiosity is piqued by this unusual visit on a school night."

You held out the envelope for him to see. "I got in, Timmy. And they are awarding me a full ride! My parents won't have to worry about how to finance things and I won't have to take out student loans."

Timothée took the envelope in hand and brushed his thumb over the logo. "California, huh?" he asked quietly.

"Last I checked, that's where Los Angeles is located," you chuckled.

"You're serious about this, aren't you?" His brows were furrowed, and his typically full lips pressed into a thin line.

Your mouth fell open in shock. Why couldn't anyone just be happy and excited for you today? "Of course I'm serious. That shouldn't be a surprise. You even encouraged me to apply to out-of-state schools!"

Timothee held a hand to his forehead and stepped back. "Yes, because I didn't want you to wonder if you could get in. But, I didn't think you would seriously consider packing up and moving across the country if they accepted you!" he shouted and threw his hands in the air.

Your voice seemed like a whisper compared to his current tone. "If I don't leave now, I will never get out of here. I HAVE to get out of here. This place is a black hole. It eats your hopes, your dreams, your ambition. I have a lot to offer the world, and I can't do that from here. I don't want to be stuck, like our older friends, my cousins, my PARENTS. I'll just end up with a baby on my hip playing Suzie Homemaker and making nothing of myself."

"Starting and taking care of a family isn't nothing, [Y/N]. I thought...I thought we would be together forever. That WE would have that family."

"One doesn't preclude the other, Timmy. Come with me."

Timothée quietly scoffed as his eyes fell. "I have no prospects in California."

"And there's nothing for me here."

His head shot up in shock. The hurt was evident on his face. "Nothing? NOTHING?! Wow, [Y/N]."

"Timmy, that's not-"

"Just go, [Y/N]." His lip wobbled. "Obviously you think you are too good for this town. Too good for me. It's better that we call off...whatever this is...now so you can completely start over."

<><><><><>

Chapter 3

Masterlist

<><><><><>

Tag List: @croatianprincess

[blueberrypancakesworld]

New environment - Chapter 3

warning : slightly angst , fluff , emotional , comfort , making friends , nervousnes , feelings

next chapter , masterlist

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She could feel that it was no longer the earth on which she was. For this, the environment was too different, too pure, too nature-laden. It was completely pure, untouched and not as dirty as the earth.

The first step was hesitant and she held onto Jake's shoulder before moving her cane in front of her. ,,This is incredible," she murmured, and Jake let his gaze wander as well. ,,Yes, the machines are truly incredible," she heard him marvel and shook her head. ,,If you say so...what does it look like here?" she asked, trying to picture it somehow.

Besides a large stone area and some kind of wall because the noise was thrown back a little she couldn't make out much. ,,The base is big, there are machines and combat robots everywhere. It looks like a metal city with soldiers, mercenaries, vehicles... in front of it and it only takes a moment, the base is a well metal building" he explained tersely and she nodded. ,,And Pandora?" she asked but stopped when Jake stopped and a loud vehicle like a truck drove in front of her.

She felt him tense for a moment as if he had seen something that frightened him. ,,Is everything all right?" she asked him, but Jake just shook his head. ,,We'll be right there," he encouraged himself and her before they continued on their way. The comments of two soldiers were not lost on either of them, but they ignored them for now. Trouble was the last thing they needed for now.

Jake opened the door and Y/n helped him hold it open so he could get through. ,,We can take the masks off," she explained and they both took a deep breath. ,,It doesn't smell so clean anymore" she thought, slightly concerned, sniffing the slight smell of metal, oil, deodorant and science.

Even if the latter was not a real smell, she knew that they would both be right here. Walking side by side, Jake seemed to be amazed as far as she could feel. ,,At least someone feels comfortable" she thought and felt the metallic ground under her ball at the front part of the staff. Everything here seemed to be made of metal.

However, she also knew that it was better that way. A small hole or crack and they would all be dead in four minutes. An unpleasant thought as probably everyone here feels.

They went another piece before they arrived at a crossroads with different ways. ,,Sorry, but I have to discuss something about my brother. Do you think you can find your way to the introduction? I'll catch up with you," Jake said and rolled over to her so he was in front of her. Alone through here she heard her thoughts and looked around.

But the colors were dimmed not dark just not as bright a clear difference from outside. ,,It's okay, I'll manage, I'll ask if I need to," she said and gave him an encouraging smile before they stopped listening to his rolls.

Only when he was gone did she sigh and try to hear something. But it was too much to tell where. Well then, the old fashioned way she thought and started moving around hoping to find the hall or room.

She decided to go to the right, a path that led her further in. Not only was there less light from outside, but the smell of metal increased. This is not the science area, she reminded herself, trying not to bump into anyone.

What landed her on the search only conditionally. If she bumped into someone, she apologized, but most of the time they just answered with a quick ,,I'm sorry" or not at all. She was not stupid, she knew that here were not only halfway honorable soldiers but also mercenaries and other people with whom one did not want to mess. But she was not discouraged, even if it was ridiculous.

And it could not protect her from the dangers out there, maybe it gave her a little respect. With her free hand she went to her neck and pulled out the dog tag so that it was visible over her top. Maybe someone here knows him? the thought crossed her mind before she continued. Her hopes went up even as her surroundings became a little quieter.

Where it was quieter, there could only be the canteen, the sleeping quarters or the meeting rooms. A chance of three but she would have to take the risk. Going further through it, she quickly realized that it was not the canteen.

There was no smell of food in the air and no loud talking. Only the chambers and the meeting rooms remain she thought and ventured further ahead. Soon it was so quiet that she thought she had arrived at the base in the basement, if there was such a thing.

Her free hand moved along the wall and after a few more steps she had a first doorbell in her hand. Taking one last deep breath in and out, she slowly opened the door and stepped inside. ,,Hello, is this where the new arrivals are being briefed?" she asked, trying to guess what was waiting for her.

It was a medium sized room, there was definitely a window and the colors were a little brighter. It smelled of leather and wood as if someone had made something. Before these smells mixed with an aftershave.

An interesting smell that aroused her interest but slowly she doubted that this was the meeting room. ,,Hello is-" she wanted to ask again when she bumped into something hard with her cane. Astonished to stretch out her hand, she had hardly noticed how the smell had become stronger.

Slowly, fearing to touch something wrong, she felt fabric under her fingertips and the warmth of a body underneath. ,,You are more than just wrong" she suddenly heard a male voice say and she felt the muscles under the clothes tighten slightly.

Looking up slightly at the man, she took her cane away. Her expression showed surprise and her heart beat faster for a moment as the colors in her vision shone brightly.

It was not the same as when she was outside talking to her mother or teaching. No, it was completely new and she didn't know why she was seeing it so brightly. The light blue mixed with white and green. That's how she perceived him and couldn't quite interpret it.

Slowly she held out her hand to him. Before she said, ,,Excuse me, I hope I'm not anywhere I'm not supposed to be. I'm new here and well, I'm looking for the briefing, I'm Y/n" and gave the unknown a slight smile. He must be at least a soldier she thought, still seeming to feel his muscles. But where exactly was she? Suddenly, the unknown man grabbed her necklace and pulled it towards him.

Involuntarily, she took another step towards him to prevent the chain from breaking. ,,You did not serve," he stated, sounding more disappointed than pleased. ,,No I didn't, my father did, I'm a biologist" she defended herself and reached for the dog tag. She felt him open his hand, making it easier for her to accept. She hated it. ,,Thank you," she said snappishly and gave him a warning look.

But he ignored it rather than taking it seriously. ,,You're the new one from the crazy ones," he said amusedly and walked past her. ,,The crazy ones?" she echoed and turned to him. He's just leaving, she thought indignantly, biting her tongue to keep from grumbling at him.

A sigh crossed his lips before he opened the door. ,,The biologists, doctors, nature lovers," he enumerated and she rolled her eyes before walking towards the door. ,,Oh, and to answer your question, Colonel Miles Quaritch, the man in charge of your security," he said, holding the door open for her, which she would have otherwise hit on the way out. She didn't have to look at him or say a word to realize that he was grinning at the whole situation.

She would have loved to fly straight back to earth. Wordlessly she walked past him, but as soon as she was standing in the corridor she knew she had to rely on him. Sighing, she unfolded her blind staff and walked next to the colonel to finally get to the place where she originally wanted to go. The two remained silent.

On the one hand she didn't know what to say and on the other hand he thought the same. ,,How long have you been here?" she asked when the silence became too uncomfortable. ,,It's called Colonel for you long enough to know that if you go out of it you die," he warned and she heard his dissatisfaction about his unnamed title clearly.

,,If you say so...Colonel. Besides, I made it here from Earth, I don't give up so easily," she said and looked at him for a moment. Before she continued to walk beside him and they walked along the corridors to the large room. She could hear the acoustics changing and people talking.

But as soon as she got closer, the voices stopped, and she realized it wasn't her fault, but rather Quaritch's. He's tense, she thought with a grin as she leaned against one of the tables, ignoring the looks of the others. A slight smile was on her lips as she closed her eyes for a moment to take in the sound.

Quaritch walked up and down the tables. He talked about the dangers of the planet, the inhabitants, the new environment. Not everyone wants to kill you, she thought, looking up at him, unable to ignore the fact that she had never seen her colors glow so brightly since she had been in the room with him. Maybe it's just the environment, she thought, but her inner self told her otherwise.

Taking her eyes off him, she heard the sound of rolling and looked to her left and recognized Jake. The colors much darker than Quaritch's she gave him a smile. ,,Hey" she said softly and Jake nodded before they both listened to Quaritch until the end.

But all the time she couldn't deny that no matter how long or short she looked at him, the colors were always so beautifully bright. ,,You made it here after all," Jake noted happily as the two made their way toward the lab area.

Past the many seemingly endless soldiers that came towards them. ,,Yeah, you could say that," she said, avoiding his gaze. ,,Why did something happen?" came the question almost as quickly and she thought that he would raise an eyebrow. ,,I'll tell you some other time," she said and was about to continue talking to him when she suddenly heard a voice behind her. ,,Jake wait" said a man and although she wanted to stop Jake continued his way.

,,I'm Norm Spellmann" he introduced himself and somehow tried to find a place next to the two without running into the other soldiers. ,,I'm Y/n," she said curtly, looking reddish and brown tones as she looked at him. ,,I knew your brother, we were at Avatar training together," he said, and she was surprised that Jake had left that out of his conversation.

Even though she found it a bit tactless to bring up these sad memories again for her friend. The three of them walked a short distance until she heard a door open and she got Norm's confirmation. ,,The bio lab is our new home and the place where we will probably spend most of our time," he said happily and began to introduce herself to the others.

Jake and Y/n also looked around and the colors changed to a bright white and gray. Medically laboratory sterile, she thought with a grin, and walked behind the two of them, careful not to knock anything over.

It was much quieter than in the hallways, a pleasant atmosphere for her ears and eyes. ,,That's where the connection chambers are," she heard Norm say, but walked behind Jake, who turned left into a larger open space in the lab. ,,Wow, they're really big," Jake said in amazement, and she wished she could see what he meant.

,,What's there?" she asked them both, feeling around with her hand before touching cold glass. ,,These are our avatars, created from our genes and samples from the original inhabitants," Norm said, and now she knew approximately where she was. She had read and heard about the Avatar program.

She knew it was a highly expensive and yet extraordinarily fascinating project. ,,What do they look like?" she asked, looking at Jake who was next to her and also looking at the tank. ,,Blue and big," he said, but Y/n shook his head. ,,No, I mean do they look like you?" she put it right and Jake looked at his avatar.

She said sadly, and she put a hand on his shoulder. ,,No believe me Jake he looks like you that's your avatar now" she heard Norm say who had come to them with a doctor.

The four of them stayed with the avatars for a while before they all continued on their way to the linking chambers.

She heard a whirring or routing sound and carefully groped around and felt capsule-like beds next to the railing to her right. She heard how apparently one of the capsules opened. As soon as a woman shouted, ,,Where are my damn cigarettes?" before someone ran up quickly and apparently gave the woman her cigarettes.

A moment later, she smelled a faint odor of smoke before she knew who was standing in front of her, Jake, Norm and the doctor. ,,Doctor Grace Augustine, it is an honor to make your acquaintance," she said, holding out her hand to the doctor. ,,Doctor Wilder your work has been interesting but I doubt we need you and this Marine" she said and Y/n knew the older woman could be more than brusque and pulled her hand away.

,,Besides you Marine I don't need you I need your brother and you Doctor Wilder are welcome to get to work examining the plants" she said and was about to leave when Jake approached her. ,,I can't do that, he's dead, I'll take his place" he explained curtly and seemed to have convinced Augustine.

,,All right, I want you to be here tomorrow at eight o'clock and let the biologist find her way around first, I don't need anyone ruining my samples," she said before heading for the door to talk to the leader.

,,She doesn't seem too pleased," Jake obviously noticed and the others nodded. ,,We'll just get on with it," she muttered, looking around before using her hand to identify and feel the objects around her.

The entire lab was large and it took her several hours to find her way around the connecting chambers. Although she did not yet have the people and everything else in her head, a picture slowly opened up in her mind.

Jake and Norm also helped her and told her how things looked here in case she didn't calculate something. It was nice help, help among colleagues and maybe even friends. Quaritch she thought and her hand clasped her necklace.

No, he had helped her because he thought she was weak and helpless. She knew that as soon as one saw her stick or looked into her eyes there were two possibilities. The first, and for her, the most common.

People were uncomfortable with her as if she were an alien. Some didn't talk to her at all, helped her too much, or talked so loudly that she couldn't understand if they knew the difference between blind and deaf.

The other rarer kind were those who took it, ignored it and helped her only when she asked. It was a simple relationship between her and the second faction. She did not feel helpless and yet she felt respected.

,,Y/n are you coming to dinner in the cantina?" she heard the voice of Jake, who was waiting for her with Norm at the entrance to the junction chamber. ,,Yes, I'll be right there," she called, rising from her seat before turning off her dictation machine, on which she left her impressions for her studies and walked slowly to Jake and Norm.

On the way to the kanteen, she folded up her cane and oriented herself by the sounds of the two men.

Much easier and more efficient as long as it didn't get too loud. But that changed in the Kanteene it was filled with talking, laughing and eating sounds which is why she put herself between Jake and Norm to get a little more security.

The three of them coordinated themselves into one of the last tables in the back rows and sighed when they finally arrived. ,,This reminds me of the sacrifice time in high school," she heard Norm quip, and she could hear a certain amount of pain.

,,Yeah, but we're the cool ones now, believe me," she said, giving him an encouraging smile. ,,Was high school that bad for you?" Jake asked, getting a confused look from Norms. ,,Were you the athletic guy or the class clown?" she countered, taking a bite of her food.

Jake ran his hands over his hair, slightly embarrassed. ,,Well, more like the truant and helpful justice seeker," he confessed, and the three of them smirked.

She let her gaze wander dark tones before her eyes which was due to the soldiers. ,,Are the higher-ups sitting here too?" she asked, taking the last bite before looking at them. ,,No, they wouldn't sit with us here, they probably have their own room," said Jake, who had more experience than the others in the military.

The meal continued quietly, but they talked for a long time until the three of them went to sleep. To their surprise, the science team seemed to get really small rooms.

In contrast to the normal sodalists and mercenaries who slept in raised beds in large rooms, she had a small room. From what she had met and explored she had a relatively large comfortable bed. A desk with a chair that was connected to her research and on which was her data.

A closet and a shelf. Her favorite thing about the whole thing, however, was the adjoining bathroom, which bordered her room through a sliding door. A more or less spacious shower, toilet and sink with a mirror. ,,This is quite good" she said and began to unpack her things and slowly settle in.

Or to make herself a little more comfortable for the time she was here. She didn't know exactly how much time had passed as she reached for her sleeping shirt. A few hours probably and yet she was not tired.

The feeling of success in her dreams and wishes was satisfying. Pandora...I am really on Pandora the thought went through her mind and she looked at the photo on her small nightstand next to her bed. The photo that showed her with her mother and father together.

She was about to undress when there was a knock on her door. Who is it? she asked herself and put the sleeping shirt on her bed before she went to the door and opened it. ,,Miss Wilder, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but I'm supposed to take you to your recruiters," she heard the familiar voice of Quaritch.

The colors brightened and she couldn't hide her surprise and yet this small joy that was in conflict with the reluctance. She leaned against the doorframe and said, ,,Quaritch, I didn't know you were a gofer," she joked, deciding to tease him a little. She had not forgotten his action with the chain.

,,Colonel still Miss and I'm here to make sure you don't get lost again" he did the same and the two of them looked at each other for a moment before she walked past him and the two of them started to move. ,,What is it about?" she asked after a short while due to the silence that fell between them.

,,It's about the promise to see again" he said and looked at her. ,,My eyes" she said and also looked at him slightly upwards. ,,I will see again" was just one of the many thoughts that went through her mind. ,,Do you know which model?" she asked and Quaritch shook his head before realizing that she didn't see it.

,,No, now get in here, we're here," she heard the commanding tone before he opened the door again before they stepped into a larger room. She heard the whirring and beeping of a machine.

She knew the sound from somewhere, but she couldn't remember it. ,,Wilder, glad you're here," she heard the voice of her actual recruiters. ,,Why all this fuss about eye models or a check for an operation I could have picked up myself," she said, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Despite this, her heart was beating fast with anticipation. When silence fell between the people, she gulped. ,,Is it not an operation or a model...how am I supposed to see again?" she asked, taking a step toward the two men.

,,Your father Y/n never wondered why the government or the RDA never paid you and your mother proper compensation" he started talking and she didn't like where this was going. ,,They paid for my studies, that's all, what does this have to do with my father?" she asked, looking from the recruiter to Quaritch.

,,He knew of her passion, but also of her suffering," he continued, and at the word suffering she tensed slightly. Suffering, the word kept echoing in her head, she hated it. ,,Get to the point," she demanded, looking at them both in warning of what they were not telling her.

,,Your father wanted us to give you something you always wanted instead of money or other help". ,,Now tell me," she demanded and took another step towards him. ,,Your own Avatar," he said, and it hit her almost like a blow.

In disbelief, she stepped away from him and clutched her necklace. ,,What?" she muttered, looking back and forth between Quaritch and the other, confused and upset. ,,Come," Quaritch said, putting a hand on her shoulder before taking her further into the room.

It was warm, yet his grip was heavy with a hint of command. She felt goose bumps coming on her skin. But whether it came from the colonel or the things she had just experienced, she didn't know.

The whirring and beeping grew louder until she reached out and moved her hand in front of her. It's a tank, she realized in shock as she touched the round glass and felt the slight chill behind it. ,,Why me?" she asked, still confused and upset, her grip on the chain tightening.

,,We were going to give them protheses for the protocol, but someone was convincing," she heard the soldier hiss, and she looked at Quaritch, who had been watching her the whole time. Quaritch...he stood up for me, the realization flashed through her mind.

And the colors as they looked at him seemed so incredibly close. She would have liked to thank him. ,,It would be a waste of resources, and I'm tired of leading you through this," she heard Quaritch confess before she realized that he had given her her avatar.

She felt her emotions surge through her body, her hand trembling slightly as she still grasped the chain and leaned her other hand against the glass.

Tears had gathered in her eyes as she saw bluish colors as she looked to her avatar. This small hope in her was painfully shattered by him. The thing with her father, her avatar. It seemed too much to take in.

And yet she cursed herself for her naivety in believing that she would not be a burden to the colonel. ,,Fortunately for you, I will be able to see again tomorrow," she said warningly, but the pain and fragility of her voice was clearly audible before she walked past them. ,,Thank you Colonel," she said as she stopped at the door before opening it and walking out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taglist : @mooniequeen , @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed